u/Andy753

Normally I prefer to start with the in character prompt, before talking about what I want to RP, but what started as a showcase of my version of Ciri, evolved from a kinky prompt into 5 thousand words of depraved fiction, so be warned. Don’t worry for normal RP I like to stick to a couple of paragraphs between replies and do not plan on swapping novellas between each other.

For the RP I’m hoping to play Ciri from Witcher after the games are over and she has saved the world and is no longer on the run from the countless forces that want to use her to breed their heir or saviour. Now that she is safe, she is free to be a badass witcheress and just have a good time monster slaying.

Except that due to all the trauma she accumulated over her life, she has became a rather reckless slut on the road that likes to risk her life for little coin and engage in kinky and somewhat unsafe sex. Lots of anal, regular gangbangs in villages she passes by, and of course all that huge and bitch breaking monster cocks. All the while she runs around the wilderness in high heels and hot but impractical armors.

Additionally this is not just meant to be a fuckfest, but also a witcher story, so while the dark world is kinda the norm, I’m hoping to include attention to detail in the form of alchemy, potions, oils, as well as gear and preparation. I know it slows the story down, but I’m hoping to have fun exploring these tiny details and turn this from a normal adventuring stuff into something fitting the witcher vibe.

Those above are basically my required kinks. While the rest of more specific and less mandatory ones get introduced in the story below. Additionally I would strongly prefer to host the RP on Discord as opposed on reddit for the sake of convenience and clarity.

So if the version of Ciri that would brew a concoction just to get monsters in heat sounds like your sound of girl, or if you are just looking for masturbation material, I welcome you to unzip and enjoy.

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Caaaahhh, Caaaaw

The shrieks of a gryphon spread across the mountain top as it tried to threaten the ashen haired women approaching it, yet it had no effect on the steady gait of the witcheress as she easily made her way through the treacherous rocky terrain despite her high heeled boots. It was only when she was close to the nest that she broke her step and charged the beast, Zirael in one hand and vial with alchemic substance in the other.

The gryphon knew it would have to leave its nest to deal with her and so it stopped cawing in preparation for a pounce. Clicking of heels echoed across the mountain for a moment, just before the clash of a beauty and the beast. But before the two could meet, Ciri started a pirouette in front of the monster and amidst a green flash, finished behind it and with a swing of her sword to cut off the tip of its tail.

She also threw the vial at the gryphon’s face just after blinking and as it broke, she could hear a sizzling sound as the corrosive liquid made contact with the beast. Together with the tail wound, which was burning with its own nastiness in the form of anti-gryphon oil, the monster went into a frenzy as agony made it forget about protecting its eggs.

Now was a time to step back, maybe steal an egg, and wait for it to tire itself, as nothing was more dangerous than an animal in a reckless frenzy. And yet, Ciri was determined to finish the battle right now. She felt her perception of time slow down as her adrenaline fueled battle lust was reaching its peak. She used to struggle just to survive. Now she was purposefully risking her life in a pointless battle for a meager amount of coin.

More risk, meant more rewards. And while a single mistake could cost her her life, it also meant that the beast was open for a flashy decapitation strike. Without wasting a moment she jumped at the back of the gryphon and ran across its spine to deliver a strong cut to the right side of its neck. But before she could finish the mutated avian it threw her off and only her blink saved her from its beak and claws.

Still she fell on the ground and cut her side on the sharp rocks that formed her landing ground. Wearing an armor that left her midriff purposefully exposed had its issues and heels made it hard to keep her balance once she lost her footing no matter how she trained. But in return she was the best looking monster slayer on the continent and the added risk of death only validated her choice as it kept her work interesting.

Her injury was nothing serious, it mostly hurt her pride as she did not get the showy kill she wanted. But the battle was over as the gryphon could now only bleed out. Walking slowly around the beast, Ciri retreated to a belt she left behind with tools she was going to need. Only after destroying the eggs did she approach the carcass to get her trophy and as well as some reagents she found more valuable than the gold from the job.

It took her a better part of the afternoon before she returned to camp, with the bloodied up trophy at her waist.

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Next day Ciri woke up with a familiar ache as well as a damp pussy. But she was quite used to it, as risking her life always put her in the right mood afterwards, and it was especially true this time considering that she was about to spice up her love life after weeks of monotonous gangbangs and regular nights with Kelpie.

Even though they had enjoyed two rounds of rough anal last night to celebrate the victory, it did nothing to quell the heat in her loins. In fact it felt as if the horsecock was merely a foreplay for today.

Still if she wished to give asshole a pounding it needed she had to get up from her uncomfortable bedroll and stop longingly gazing at the horsecock of her mare.

Yes, the black mare Kelpie has been with her for many years and the equine royalty has been her trusted companion. Still, while she was stronger, faster, and more tireless than other horses, in her later years Ciri felt as if she was lacking something. It was only when they visited a world with inhabitants who could masterfully sculpt flesh, that Kelpie received a magnificent horsecock, along with healthy libido that demanded she gets a release daily, less she grows sulky.

And while the witcheress wanted to enjoy that masterpiece of biomancy, the truth was she was growing bored of it, and if she wanted a memorable dicking she had work to do.

First was a quick breakfast consisting of stale bread, jerky and Kelpie’s cum along with her ass juices which were kept plugged in her butt overnight. While Ciri liked all kinds of semen, she preferred it fresh and usually washed of the stale kind. But considering plans for today it was only fitting to have a whore’s meal no matter how dirty and bitter it was.

After she had her dose of protein for the morning, the witcheress dug out a big charred glass from the remnants of her campfire. It was filled with yellowish liquid as well as parts of her latest kill. Mostly glands, feathers and some skin which were left in pure alcohol and heated up so that their essence would quickly infuse the alchemical base.

The purity of gryphon essence was too low for it to be useful for any potions. But Ciri stared at the bottle as if it was filled with liquid gold. What she made was the most basic perfume. Not the sweets and roses ladies of the court favored, or lilac and gooseberries preferred by her adoptive mother, but a gryphon. Female gryphon to be exact.

With the key ingredient ready, it was now time to create the final product. First Ciri filtered the piss colored perfume and removed the now useless gryphon parts. Then she took a darkened bottle from her alchemical bag and dropped a single precious hot pink droplet into her base. Before the drop made its way into the bowl, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy grew wet. She even felt the need to stretch and relax her ass in order to feel out her plug and get the extra stimulation she wanted so much.

Even though she used this extremely potent aphrodisiac rather frequently, it did not lose any potency from her body getting used to it. Rather it felt that her body knew what pleasures came from using the substance and the tiniest hint of it was enough to make her ready for sex.

Still Ciri had enough experience and self control not to start masturbating or fucking Kelpie, no matter how horny the preparation of her customized aphrodisiac made her. Instead she took out a small metal can filled with white ointment and mixed it into the bowl to thicken her gryphon seduction perfume. The ointment was a mix of healing and relaxing herbs along with alchemical tallow prepared to be extra slippery and long lasting. Perfect lube for her insanely perverted plans.

As Ciri sat on her bedroll, naked, save for her heeled boots with perky breast, hard nipples and a leaking cunt, mixing an aphrodisiac she made a stereotypical image of a witch preparing for an orgy. Thinking about how she must have looked she stopped her mixing and took an ampoule filled with white powder as she pondered.

For a long time, after her childhood ended with the fall of her kingdom, she had to struggle to keep her innocence and failed. Her bloodline made her a target of many forces who wanted to use her to breed their heirs. She even lost her virginity to a girl who gave her no choice but to be her lover. That thought made her thigh tattoo tingle.

She used to be a powerless object for others who plotted to use her without care, and it had left its mark. For one she loved anal. She grew up with people trying to claim her loins. Now that she had power to choose her own fate, she chose her butt in defiance to all who tried to make her a breeding stock. For two however, she longed to be a powerless object for others who would use her without care.

She loved when others took her roughly and physically overpowered her so that she felt as if she was their toy. Still as Lady of Time and Space she was not powerless and no one could truly hold her in place if she didn’t let them. On one hand it meant she could enjoy the greatest depravities without worrying about her safety, on the other hand it meant she could not enjoy the rush that came from being powerless and having to worry about her safety.

That’s where fisstech came in. The most popular hard drug around that ruined countless men and women. Kept thugs in line and whores alike. It gave her energy, power and it made her feel more. Battling or bedding was that much better when high. and the risk of addiction only made it that much better for a reckless risk taker like her.

It sounded perfect for the irresponsible witcheress. And maybe it was. Because the insidious white powder made it impossible to use her powers. It broke her concentration and until the eventual hangover subsided she could not blink, less open a portal far away to safety. She might have been good enough to fight in heels and dressed like a slut, but without command of space she was just a skilled girl. Bound to be at complete mercy to others once she was pinned down and disarmed.

Ciri poured a healthy dose of fisstech into her aphrodisiac ointment to finish it.

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It was noon and she was near the territory of the target for her other hunt. Now it was time to do the final preparations. That included a bath in the nearby stream. Ciri enjoyed herself in the cold water as she cleaned her whole pale body covered in occasional cuts and bruises that come from being a witcheress. The cold did little to cool off the ever raising heat she felt since the morning as she was more and more excited for her newest dalliance.

She was thorough, removing her solid golden plug, almost the size of her fist that was made of the spare gold she earned across the years of practicing her craft, and she made sure to clean her ass so it was ready for a long and passionate encounter. It was mostly for herself as it ensured she could fully indulge herself on the pure cum.

Once cleaned, she tiptoed out of the stream to her impromptu camp, her feet arched high and making sure she seductively swayed her muscular bubble butt even when barefoot. After years on the road where she only had high heels, anything else simply felt wrong and uncomfortable.

Fortunately Ciri did not have to shave herself as she had a photomantic treatment that ensured she would be hairless below her eyebrows. Thanks to this, despite having a toned body that came from a life of a witcheress, her skin was soft and pleasant to touch even on the road.

Once dried came the serious preparations. While her lover would not even consider them, it was a ritual that she did for herself. Foundation and concealer came first, then black eyeshadow and mascara to give her green killer eyes a more charming look and a vibrant red lipstick popular among the courtesans. She would have the face of an expensive whore, had it not been for the scar on her cheek that would get her kicked out of any high class brothel.

The scar gave her a hint of handsomeness, she was not a pretty flower, but a hardy slut. And she came to appreciate that addition to her appearance. Once scarred her appearance was forever set to be flawed and it clearly proclaimed to the world that she knew pain. She could only be a second rate girl and men would not hold back with second rate girls, since they were already damaged. For them she was not a whore to pamper, but a whore to use.

While the makeup lacked any practical reason, save for making Ciri feel confident to be the best monster slaying whore she could be. Her outfit which had been in her saddle bags until now was a different deal.

Alright maybe her boots were as impractical as her makeup. Oiled black leather that went all the way up her thighs, with many scratches in the upper portion from previous wear. The heels were sharp stilettos, 6 inches of thin, polished metal and a slight platform so that her feet would not be bent in a right angle. Compared to her combat boots with a slightly lower and wider heel, these were a madness for a fight or travel outside of paved city streets. Still their sex appeal instantly won Ciri over and make them part of her second set of monster slaying gear as she chose vanity over practicality whenever she could.

Her top was at least a little bit better. A tight fitting shirt of soft and matching black leather, that just like her boots, protected most of her body against lighter cuts. As her main armor she had a tightly laced corset, made of thick black leather which was covered in several deep scratches, but was recently shined up and well maintained.

For arms she had matching gloves and a pair of polished steel vambraces to break the monotony of her outfit and offer more protection to her arms. A pair of pauldron guards safeguarded her upper arms and a gorget was the final defence for her neck. As for a helmet, Ciri considered it but couldn’t stand that her elaborate makeup or braided hair would be hidden underneath. She also loved the feeling of hot breath coming from behind and the gorget already blocked sensations to her neck. Beside it was her body and arms that were at biggest risk of accidental injury.

Finally came her skirts. Two parts of dark, heavy leather that went around her hips all the way down to her knees and protected as much of her thighs as possible. This meant her sides and front were covered by the two individual pieces, while her shapely ass was completely naked and exposed along with part of her thighs that were so alluringly spilling out of her tight boots.

Compared to her makeup, it looked ridiculous and was completely unlike anything a normal woman would wear, be they a noble, a warrior or a whore. Still she considered her second monster slaying armor as her most attractive outfit. It just wasn’t meant for human tastes.

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Click, clack, click

A steady melody accompanied Ciri as her metal stilettos clicked against the rocky terrain. Each step was a challenge that required deliberations, to ensure she would not fall to the ground after a misstep. Still she enjoyed the process, and now that she was fully decked out in her whorewear, it was part of the hunt.

Zirael was left with Kelpie, and her only weapon was a short dagger. The only saving grace was the bracelet on her left arm that could summon her loyal mare, but even then she was ill-equipped to handle any threats, her corset greatly limited her mobility and forced her to only take shallow breaths, her heels made even the simple act of running impossible. But it only added more thrill, while she was the hunter now it was inevitable that she could and would be turned into prey in a blink of an eye.

However even though she was rash and irresponsible, she was not stupid and Ciri knew just how much she could push it. While she was out of breath due to her corset, she was not really sweating herself ragged. Still she was accompanied by a strong musk that made her reek of a gryphon. Normal predators should stay away, while her target should search her out and see her as an object of confusion rather than a snack.

It was when she was taking a break on a plateau near a big boulder, with her pussy dripping from the excitement of the hunt that a shadow flew over her. She had been found first and she was bound to be prey. While a witcheress, her puny dagger posed no threat to the local lord of the skies. Her armor, while more protective than her standard set, was instead restrictive and actively hampering her ability to dodge and run away.

Even blinking away would be useless as she could never cover enough distance in her current heels. Only an interdimensional portal could save her. And yet her master plan involved sealing that option away.

Ciri could not help but moan as the shadow was getting bigger and bigger in preparation for a landing. Quickly she removed her plug and took out a metal can with her latest concoction. After removing her glove she scooped most of the aphrodisiac tallow and with four fingers pushed it into her hungry asshole. Her fingers met no resistance as she was used to being stretched much, much more.

A wave of heat exploded in her butt as her fuckhole came into direct contact with the aphrodisiac. She could barely keep her wits as she scooped the rest of the tallow and spread it on her butt and mostly around her ass to lure the gryphon into the hole she wanted him to go to.

Caaaaaw!

A shriek echoed across the plateau and in that moment Ciri felt it was more romantic than any romantic poetry the most talented bard could compose. The aphrodisiac tallow was melting in her asshole, making it slick and more importantly letting the aphrodisiac and fisstech get absorbed directly into her bloodstream through her colon.

The heat of liquid lust and burn of the fisstech assaulted Ciri’s mind as she needed to be fucked. Her ass needed a dick. And the depraved witcheress needed the roughest anal pounding imaginable to satisfy her masochistic desires. She could only bend herself over the nearby boulder, her exposed ass pushed and presented to any cock that wanted to use it. Were her heels any lower she would undoubtedly get on her tiptoes, just so that her desperate butt would stand out more. This time the value of her ridiculously hot and impractically tall killer heels showed itself as they were high enough to properly present her ass, so she could brace herself against the ground to have better stability for the eventual dicking.

Yet no matter how she braced, no dick came. On one hand Ciri’s mind was tortured by her need to get fucked, on the other the fisstech was making her hyper aware of everything. She could hear the gryphon carefully sniffing in the air as it smelled a mate in heat, only to find a whore of a witcheress. Despite the overwhelming need for cocks, she somehow kept enough wits to realize that her subconscious connection to her power was gone. The awareness of her body was stronger, but at the same time her awareness of the subtle immaterial spatial phenomena was muted.

There was nothing she could do to run away, her powers sealed, and even if she could run in her heels, her overwhelming lust would only allow her to make herself most desirable. She was a prey at the complete mercy of her hunter. Her body restrained by her clothes, her mind clouded by her lust, and her powers sealed by her own addiction to risks. She could only hope that the fact that her ass reeked of gryphonnes in heat was enough to convince her latest dalliance that she was better as a cumdump than as a snack.

Caaaahhh!

With a shriek the gryphon suddenly pounced at the desperate monster slayer. Suddenly she was pinned against the boulder. The powerful clawed wing arm was on her back, along with a large portion of the beast behind it. The shallow breath in her lungs was knocked out and Ciri could feel that her fragile body could easily be crushed, if not for the thick leather of her corset. A new series of deep gashes joined the mosaic of scratches, but it held.

The witcheress could only moan as she was subject to what she hoped was a rough gryphon foreplay. The pain of gryphon pouncing on her back was just what the masochistic slut to surrender herself fully to the beast. In fact her desire to be hurt was one of the reasons why her armor eschewed any padding. Steel and leather could protect her body against any lethal cutting, but the lack of padding meant that she had to take any impacts that resulted from rough monster sex at full force. Plus gambesons just completely hid her curves, so getting roughed up more to look better was a win win.

Ciri no longer worried about her safety, as she was too excited by her complete powerlessness, the gryphon in the meantime pinned her right arm to the boulder as it breathed above her, its breath and saliva assaulting the poor and cock starved girl. As Ciri has been breathing in the stench of a gryphon for over half an hour she was somehow used to it, but it had nothing to the raw musk of a living example. While normally she would detest it, in her current state it drew her insane with the need to be the beast’s breeding stock.

Caaaaa……Aaaaahhhhh!

Suddenly the monster shifted its wing arm from her body to her left arm and relieved her of the crushing pressure. Yet before the young monster slayer could do anything an enormous barbed cock forced its way into her asshole and made her cum then and there. Even bigger than Kelpie, it forcefully made its way into her marked asshole. The preparation to make her butt smell like a gryphon pussy paid off and rewarded her with the best orgasm in months.

A lesser slut would have buckled against the weight of the beast, but Ciri braced her heels against the rocky ground and even pushed against the monster cock to welcome more of it in. There was no foreplay, only a mutual need to breed that transcended species. Due to the size mismatch it should have been a painful ordeal, without a hint of pleasure for the witcheress.

In fact her ass, while experienced, had no time to stretch and get used to the huge barbed dick. And while it was a massive pain in the ass, Ciri spent the last 24 hours working just to feel this pain in the ass. And with the help of the most potent aphrodisiac in existence along with some hard and addictive drugs, this led to a simple but all powerful need for dick.

She just needed dick in her ass. If it was painful or pleasurable it was meaningless. Only the monstrous gryphon cock mattered and that was what she was cumming her brains out on. Pain and pleasure were simply two sides of the same coin and both could make her cum.

In just a span of a few seconds 8 inches were already inside, but Ciri needed and if the gryphon hesitated she would destroy her ass on that cock. Luckily, once the exotic cock was inside the well lubed hole, it directly received the mixture of aphrodisiac and fisstech. Just like her love hole, the cock was set ablaze and only a tight hole could ease the heat.

With mutual effort the interspecies duo pushed hard so that more cockmeat could enter the cockstarved hole and after one particular push there was suddenly twice as much dick as it easily slid into the now straightened colon. Ciri could feel her organs moving around to make space for the much more important dick and just the act of getting roughly pounded against a rock with 16 inches worth of gryphon was enough to make her cum for the second time in a span of less than two minutes.

Her whole body spasmed and her ass clasped tightly against the gryphon in an attempt to get bred by its seed, but fortunately for her the beast was just starting. No matter how she spasmed she was firmly pinned against the boulder and her only option was to endure. Her leather armor protected her from getting nicked by sharp edges or claws, but it did nothing against the dull impacts that reverberated through her body and cemented her feeling as a simple fuckmeat.

With the massive cock sharing space with her organs, her corset grew extra tight as there was simply no space for air. And Ciri could only grasp for the spare minimum she needed to stay barely conscious in a fully cockdrunk haze. And yet, even though her mind was in a constant orgasmic bliss, either from pleasure or pain since she was too hazy to differentiate between them and only needed rough pounding to stimulate her ass, the degenerate witcheress needed more.

The cock deep inside her colon was simply filling her. It was a weak dull feeling that simply kept her cumming, because she mentally loved that she was taking the gryphon so deep. But there was still cock left, until she could feel his heavy balls slap directly against her flesh. And so Ciri tried to simply impale herself deeper and deeper on the barbed cock.

After a quarter of an hour, which felt like eternity, had passed an additional inch made its way inside and the witcheress could feel her body struggling against her corset. For once she was regretting her choice of slut wear, as it was now preventing her from getting more of that amazing dickmeat. Still she endured.

Crrr Crack! Plap

And suddenly her abused corset cracked and her clit was directly slapped with the heavy ball sack she wanted to empty. Fortunately the recent gashes damaged the corset enough so that it could be broken from the inside. With no leather stopping it, Ciri was free to enjoy the 20 inches of gryphon balls deep as her body could stretch around the enormous piece of fuckmeat and form a considerable belly bulge.

With a bulging belly, there was now enough space for air to wake up the witcheress from her cockdrunk haze just so she could process wave after wave of pain and pleasure and enter another even stronger series of orgasms.

Along with orgasms came a new wave of monstrous musk that came from the beast’s ragged breath and the saliva that had been dripping down into her hair, as Ciri could take the odor deep into her lungs.

It was a multi pronged assault. The everpresent rough anal fucking was overwhelming her with pain and pleasure. Her arms were painfully pinned against the rock and ensured she could not go anywhere, Her feet were sore as she kept them braced in her 6 inch stilettos, just so she could present her ass in the optimal angle for the fastest and most powerful pounding. The gryphon musk that marked her as an honorary member of their species. And finally an alchemical concoction melted inside her ass were all a deadly combination that convinced Ciri she was meant to be breeding stock for the beast.

She kept going for over half an hour. Keeping the insane tempo with the monster and pushing back and forth to ensure maximum depth and most powerful and pleasurable thrusts for the magnificent barbed cock that was rearranging her insides. She kept going even after her legs were aching and her ass was starting to get really sore. As even the alchemical lube was starting to dry out.

Still Ciri was a gryphon cumdump and she would ensure that her ass would be the best hole the beast ever experienced, and even as the barbs started to painfully scratch against the inside of her asshole she simply kept living every second of her act of service. Simple submission and the fact of being used by the monster cock were all her brain needed for orgasms and therefore happiness.

But even though she was willing to push past her reserves there were still limits. And even if fisstech allowed her to push her body past those, uncaring for the consequences, there was a point where even her borrowed alchemical energy ran out and she simply collapsed on the rock, unable to raise her leather clad legs and simply reduced to a warm hole.

The gryphon did not care and continued to pound her into the rock. Ciri lacked strength to make even the slightest move to improve her comfort and so she just took it. She no longer had to push herself to be the perfect fuckmeat and all she had to do was relax and enjoy all the pleasure and pain that came from seducing a young virile gryphon.

Caaaaaw!

Finally the beast let out a shriek and plunged its balls deep into the witcheress with a powerful thrust that led to the ball slapping of her clit and giving her a final weak orgasm as it emptied its balls inside her hungry, abused ass.

It lasted for over an hour, 10 times longer than normal gryphon mating, thanks to the potency of the aphrodisiac. And Ciri just laid broken on the rock, unable to move, with a massive anal gape and huge amounts of cum inside her slowly leaking out.

All she could do was to summon Kelpie and swipe some of that bittersweet cum to enjoy her spoils.

Overall her considering that she was completely drained and some of her equipment was destroyed, her latest monster hunt was an astounding success.

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I hope you had as good a time reading as I had writing.

Feel free to send me a DM or chat with your thoughts about this version of Ciri and we can just chat about her, or discuss a more specific story or vignette featuring her.

A

PS: Once Kelpie arrived and found Ciri just laying around, with her ass gaping and full of cum, she totally fucked her.

Also for legal reasons I do not take any responsibility if reading this awakened any new kinks within you.

Normally I prefer to start with the in character prompt, before talking about what I want to RP, but what started as a showcase of my version of Ciri, evolved from a kinky prompt into 5 thousand words of depraved fiction, so be warned. Don’t worry for normal RP I like to stick to a couple of paragraphs between replies and do not plan on swapping novellas between each other.

For the RP I’m hoping to play Ciri from Witcher after the games are over and she has saved the world and is no longer on the run from the countless forces that want to use her to breed their heir or saviour. Now that she is safe, she is free to be a badass witcheress and just have a good time monster slaying.

Except that due to all the trauma she accumulated over her life, she has became a rather reckless slut on the road that likes to risk her life for little coin and engage in kinky and somewhat unsafe sex. Lots of anal, regular gangbangs in villages she passes by, and of course all that huge and bitch breaking monster cocks. All the while she runs around the wilderness in high heels and hot but impractical armors.

Additionally this is not just meant to be a fuckfest, but also a witcher story, so while the dark world is kinda the norm, I’m hoping to include attention to detail in the form of alchemy, potions, oils, as well as gear and preparation. I know it slows the story down, but I’m hoping to have fun exploring these tiny details and turn this from a normal adventuring stuff into something fitting the witcher vibe.

Those above are basically my required kinks. While the rest of more specific and less mandatory ones get introduced in the story below. Additionally I would strongly prefer to host the RP on Discord as opposed on reddit for the sake of convenience and clarity.

So if the version of Ciri that would brew a concoction just to get monsters in heat sounds like your sound of girl, or if you are just looking for masturbation material, I welcome you to unzip and enjoy.

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Caaaahhh, Caaaaw

The shrieks of a gryphon spread across the mountain top as it tried to threaten the ashen haired women approaching it, yet it had no effect on the steady gait of the witcheress as she easily made her way through the treacherous rocky terrain despite her high heeled boots. It was only when she was close to the nest that she broke her step and charged the beast, Zirael in one hand and vial with alchemic substance in the other.

The gryphon knew it would have to leave its nest to deal with her and so it stopped cawing in preparation for a pounce. Clicking of heels echoed across the mountain for a moment, just before the clash of a beauty and the beast. But before the two could meet, Ciri started a pirouette in front of the monster and amidst a green flash, finished behind it and with a swing of her sword to cut off the tip of its tail.

She also threw the vial at the gryphon’s face just after blinking and as it broke, she could hear a sizzling sound as the corrosive liquid made contact with the beast. Together with the tail wound, which was burning with its own nastiness in the form of anti-gryphon oil, the monster went into a frenzy as agony made it forget about protecting its eggs.

Now was a time to step back, maybe steal an egg, and wait for it to tire itself, as nothing was more dangerous than an animal in a reckless frenzy. And yet, Ciri was determined to finish the battle right now. She felt her perception of time slow down as her adrenaline fueled battle lust was reaching its peak. She used to struggle just to survive. Now she was purposefully risking her life in a pointless battle for a meager amount of coin.

More risk, meant more rewards. And while a single mistake could cost her her life, it also meant that the beast was open for a flashy decapitation strike. Without wasting a moment she jumped at the back of the gryphon and ran across its spine to deliver a strong cut to the right side of its neck. But before she could finish the mutated avian it threw her off and only her blink saved her from its beak and claws.

Still she fell on the ground and cut her side on the sharp rocks that formed her landing ground. Wearing an armor that left her midriff purposefully exposed had its issues and heels made it hard to keep her balance once she lost her footing no matter how she trained. But in return she was the best looking monster slayer on the continent and the added risk of death only validated her choice as it kept her work interesting.

Her injury was nothing serious, it mostly hurt her pride as she did not get the showy kill she wanted. But the battle was over as the gryphon could now only bleed out. Walking slowly around the beast, Ciri retreated to a belt she left behind with tools she was going to need. Only after destroying the eggs did she approach the carcass to get her trophy and as well as some reagents she found more valuable than the gold from the job.

It took her a better part of the afternoon before she returned to camp, with the bloodied up trophy at her waist.

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Next day Ciri woke up with a familiar ache as well as a damp pussy. But she was quite used to it, as risking her life always put her in the right mood afterwards, and it was especially true this time considering that she was about to spice up her love life after weeks of monotonous gangbangs and regular nights with Kelpie.

Even though they had enjoyed two rounds of rough anal last night to celebrate the victory, it did nothing to quell the heat in her loins. In fact it felt as if the horsecock was merely a foreplay for today.

Still if she wished to give asshole a pounding it needed she had to get up from her uncomfortable bedroll and stop longingly gazing at the horsecock of her mare.

Yes, the black mare Kelpie has been with her for many years and the equine royalty has been her trusted companion. Still, while she was stronger, faster, and more tireless than other horses, in her later years Ciri felt as if she was lacking something. It was only when they visited a world with inhabitants who could masterfully sculpt flesh, that Kelpie received a magnificent horsecock, along with healthy libido that demanded she gets a release daily, less she grows sulky.

And while the witcheress wanted to enjoy that masterpiece of biomancy, the truth was she was growing bored of it, and if she wanted a memorable dicking she had work to do.

First was a quick breakfast consisting of stale bread, jerky and Kelpie’s cum along with her ass juices which were kept plugged in her butt overnight. While Ciri liked all kinds of semen, she preferred it fresh and usually washed of the stale kind. But considering plans for today it was only fitting to have a whore’s meal no matter how dirty and bitter it was.

After she had her dose of protein for the morning, the witcheress dug out a big charred glass from the remnants of her campfire. It was filled with yellowish liquid as well as parts of her latest kill. Mostly glands, feathers and some skin which were left in pure alcohol and heated up so that their essence would quickly infuse the alchemical base.

The purity of gryphon essence was too low for it to be useful for any potions. But Ciri stared at the bottle as if it was filled with liquid gold. What she made was the most basic perfume. Not the sweets and roses ladies of the court favored, or lilac and gooseberries preferred by her adoptive mother, but a gryphon. Female gryphon to be exact.

With the key ingredient ready, it was now time to create the final product. First Ciri filtered the piss colored perfume and removed the now useless gryphon parts. Then she took a darkened bottle from her alchemical bag and dropped a single precious hot pink droplet into her base. Before the drop made its way into the bowl, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy grew wet. She even felt the need to stretch and relax her ass in order to feel out her plug and get the extra stimulation she wanted so much.

Even though she used this extremely potent aphrodisiac rather frequently, it did not lose any potency from her body getting used to it. Rather it felt that her body knew what pleasures came from using the substance and the tiniest hint of it was enough to make her ready for sex.

Still Ciri had enough experience and self control not to start masturbating or fucking Kelpie, no matter how horny the preparation of her customized aphrodisiac made her. Instead she took out a small metal can filled with white ointment and mixed it into the bowl to thicken her gryphon seduction perfume. The ointment was a mix of healing and relaxing herbs along with alchemical tallow prepared to be extra slippery and long lasting. Perfect lube for her insanely perverted plans.

As Ciri sat on her bedroll, naked, save for her heeled boots with perky breast, hard nipples and a leaking cunt, mixing an aphrodisiac she made a stereotypical image of a witch preparing for an orgy. Thinking about how she must have looked she stopped her mixing and took an ampoule filled with white powder as she pondered.

For a long time, after her childhood ended with the fall of her kingdom, she had to struggle to keep her innocence and failed. Her bloodline made her a target of many forces who wanted to use her to breed their heirs. She even lost her virginity to a girl who gave her no choice but to be her lover. That thought made her thigh tattoo tingle.

She used to be a powerless object for others who plotted to use her without care, and it had left its mark. For one she loved anal. She grew up with people trying to claim her loins. Now that she had power to choose her own fate, she chose her butt in defiance to all who tried to make her a breeding stock. For two however, she longed to be a powerless object for others who would use her without care.

She loved when others took her roughly and physically overpowered her so that she felt as if she was their toy. Still as Lady of Time and Space she was not powerless and no one could truly hold her in place if she didn’t let them. On one hand it meant she could enjoy the greatest depravities without worrying about her safety, on the other hand it meant she could not enjoy the rush that came from being powerless and having to worry about her safety.

That’s where fisstech came in. The most popular hard drug around that ruined countless men and women. Kept thugs in line and whores alike. It gave her energy, power and it made her feel more. Battling or bedding was that much better when high. and the risk of addiction only made it that much better for a reckless risk taker like her.

It sounded perfect for the irresponsible witcheress. And maybe it was. Because the insidious white powder made it impossible to use her powers. It broke her concentration and until the eventual hangover subsided she could not blink, less open a portal far away to safety. She might have been good enough to fight in heels and dressed like a slut, but without command of space she was just a skilled girl. Bound to be at complete mercy to others once she was pinned down and disarmed.

Ciri poured a healthy dose of fisstech into her aphrodisiac ointment to finish it.

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It was noon and she was near the territory of the target for her other hunt. Now it was time to do the final preparations. That included a bath in the nearby stream. Ciri enjoyed herself in the cold water as she cleaned her whole pale body covered in occasional cuts and bruises that come from being a witcheress. The cold did little to cool off the ever raising heat she felt since the morning as she was more and more excited for her newest dalliance.

She was thorough, removing her solid golden plug, almost the size of her fist that was made of the spare gold she earned across the years of practicing her craft, and she made sure to clean her ass so it was ready for a long and passionate encounter. It was mostly for herself as it ensured she could fully indulge herself on the pure cum.

Once cleaned, she tiptoed out of the stream to her impromptu camp, her feet arched high and making sure she seductively swayed her muscular bubble butt even when barefoot. After years on the road where she only had high heels, anything else simply felt wrong and uncomfortable.

Fortunately Ciri did not have to shave herself as she had a photomantic treatment that ensured she would be hairless below her eyebrows. Thanks to this, despite having a toned body that came from a life of a witcheress, her skin was soft and pleasant to touch even on the road.

Once dried came the serious preparations. While her lover would not even consider them, it was a ritual that she did for herself. Foundation and concealer came first, then black eyeshadow and mascara to give her green killer eyes a more charming look and a vibrant red lipstick popular among the courtesans. She would have the face of an expensive whore, had it not been for the scar on her cheek that would get her kicked out of any high class brothel.

The scar gave her a hint of handsomeness, she was not a pretty flower, but a hardy slut. And she came to appreciate that addition to her appearance. Once scarred her appearance was forever set to be flawed and it clearly proclaimed to the world that she knew pain. She could only be a second rate girl and men would not hold back with second rate girls, since they were already damaged. For them she was not a whore to pamper, but a whore to use.

While the makeup lacked any practical reason, save for making Ciri feel confident to be the best monster slaying whore she could be. Her outfit which had been in her saddle bags until now was a different deal.

Alright maybe her boots were as impractical as her makeup. Oiled black leather that went all the way up her thighs, with many scratches in the upper portion from previous wear. The heels were sharp stilettos, 6 inches of thin, polished metal and a slight platform so that her feet would not be bent in a right angle. Compared to her combat boots with a slightly lower and wider heel, these were a madness for a fight or travel outside of paved city streets. Still their sex appeal instantly won Ciri over and make them part of her second set of monster slaying gear as she chose vanity over practicality whenever she could.

Her top was at least a little bit better. A tight fitting shirt of soft and matching black leather, that just like her boots, protected most of her body against lighter cuts. As her main armor she had a tightly laced corset, made of thick black leather which was covered in several deep scratches, but was recently shined up and well maintained.

For arms she had matching gloves and a pair of polished steel vambraces to break the monotony of her outfit and offer more protection to her arms. A pair of pauldron guards safeguarded her upper arms and a gorget was the final defence for her neck. As for a helmet, Ciri considered it but couldn’t stand that her elaborate makeup or braided hair would be hidden underneath. She also loved the feeling of hot breath coming from behind and the gorget already blocked sensations to her neck. Beside it was her body and arms that were at biggest risk of accidental injury.

Finally came her skirts. Two parts of dark, heavy leather that went around her hips all the way down to her knees and protected as much of her thighs as possible. This meant her sides and front were covered by the two individual pieces, while her shapely ass was completely naked and exposed along with part of her thighs that were so alluringly spilling out of her tight boots.

Compared to her makeup, it looked ridiculous and was completely unlike anything a normal woman would wear, be they a noble, a warrior or a whore. Still she considered her second monster slaying armor as her most attractive outfit. It just wasn’t meant for human tastes.

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Click, clack, click

A steady melody accompanied Ciri as her metal stilettos clicked against the rocky terrain. Each step was a challenge that required deliberations, to ensure she would not fall to the ground after a misstep. Still she enjoyed the process, and now that she was fully decked out in her whorewear, it was part of the hunt.

Zirael was left with Kelpie, and her only weapon was a short dagger. The only saving grace was the bracelet on her left arm that could summon her loyal mare, but even then she was ill-equipped to handle any threats, her corset greatly limited her mobility and forced her to only take shallow breaths, her heels made even the simple act of running impossible. But it only added more thrill, while she was the hunter now it was inevitable that she could and would be turned into prey in a blink of an eye.

However even though she was rash and irresponsible, she was not stupid and Ciri knew just how much she could push it. While she was out of breath due to her corset, she was not really sweating herself ragged. Still she was accompanied by a strong musk that made her reek of a gryphon. Normal predators should stay away, while her target should search her out and see her as an object of confusion rather than a snack.

It was when she was taking a break on a plateau near a big boulder, with her pussy dripping from the excitement of the hunt that a shadow flew over her. She had been found first and she was bound to be prey. While a witcheress, her puny dagger posed no threat to the local lord of the skies. Her armor, while more protective than her standard set, was instead restrictive and actively hampering her ability to dodge and run away.

Even blinking away would be useless as she could never cover enough distance in her current heels. Only an interdimensional portal could save her. And yet her master plan involved sealing that option away.

Ciri could not help but moan as the shadow was getting bigger and bigger in preparation for a landing. Quickly she removed her plug and took out a metal can with her latest concoction. After removing her glove she scooped most of the aphrodisiac tallow and with four fingers pushed it into her hungry asshole. Her fingers met no resistance as she was used to being stretched much, much more.

A wave of heat exploded in her butt as her fuckhole came into direct contact with the aphrodisiac. She could barely keep her wits as she scooped the rest of the tallow and spread it on her butt and mostly around her ass to lure the gryphon into the hole she wanted him to go to.

Caaaaaw!

A shriek echoed across the plateau and in that moment Ciri felt it was more romantic than any romantic poetry the most talented bard could compose. The aphrodisiac tallow was melting in her asshole, making it slick and more importantly letting the aphrodisiac and fisstech get absorbed directly into her bloodstream through her colon.

The heat of liquid lust and burn of the fisstech assaulted Ciri’s mind as she needed to be fucked. Her ass needed a dick. And the depraved witcheress needed the roughest anal pounding imaginable to satisfy her masochistic desires. She could only bend herself over the nearby boulder, her exposed ass pushed and presented to any cock that wanted to use it. Were her heels any lower she would undoubtedly get on her tiptoes, just so that her desperate butt would stand out more. This time the value of her ridiculously hot and impractically tall killer heels showed itself as they were high enough to properly present her ass, so she could brace herself against the ground to have better stability for the eventual dicking.

Yet no matter how she braced, no dick came. On one hand Ciri’s mind was tortured by her need to get fucked, on the other the fisstech was making her hyper aware of everything. She could hear the gryphon carefully sniffing in the air as it smelled a mate in heat, only to find a whore of a witcheress. Despite the overwhelming need for cocks, she somehow kept enough wits to realize that her subconscious connection to her power was gone. The awareness of her body was stronger, but at the same time her awareness of the subtle immaterial spatial phenomena was muted.

There was nothing she could do to run away, her powers sealed, and even if she could run in her heels, her overwhelming lust would only allow her to make herself most desirable. She was a prey at the complete mercy of her hunter. Her body restrained by her clothes, her mind clouded by her lust, and her powers sealed by her own addiction to risks. She could only hope that the fact that her ass reeked of gryphonnes in heat was enough to convince her latest dalliance that she was better as a cumdump than as a snack.

Caaaahhh!

With a shriek the gryphon suddenly pounced at the desperate monster slayer. Suddenly she was pinned against the boulder. The powerful clawed wing arm was on her back, along with a large portion of the beast behind it. The shallow breath in her lungs was knocked out and Ciri could feel that her fragile body could easily be crushed, if not for the thick leather of her corset. A new series of deep gashes joined the mosaic of scratches, but it held.

The witcheress could only moan as she was subject to what she hoped was a rough gryphon foreplay. The pain of gryphon pouncing on her back was just what the masochistic slut to surrender herself fully to the beast. In fact her desire to be hurt was one of the reasons why her armor eschewed any padding. Steel and leather could protect her body against any lethal cutting, but the lack of padding meant that she had to take any impacts that resulted from rough monster sex at full force. Plus gambesons just completely hid her curves, so getting roughed up more to look better was a win win.

Ciri no longer worried about her safety, as she was too excited by her complete powerlessness, the gryphon in the meantime pinned her right arm to the boulder as it breathed above her, its breath and saliva assaulting the poor and cock starved girl. As Ciri has been breathing in the stench of a gryphon for over half an hour she was somehow used to it, but it had nothing to the raw musk of a living example. While normally she would detest it, in her current state it drew her insane with the need to be the beast’s breeding stock.

Caaaaa……Aaaaahhhhh!

Suddenly the monster shifted its wing arm from her body to her left arm and relieved her of the crushing pressure. Yet before the young monster slayer could do anything an enormous barbed cock forced its way into her asshole and made her cum then and there. Even bigger than Kelpie, it forcefully made its way into her marked asshole. The preparation to make her butt smell like a gryphon pussy paid off and rewarded her with the best orgasm in months.

A lesser slut would have buckled against the weight of the beast, but Ciri braced her heels against the rocky ground and even pushed against the monster cock to welcome more of it in. There was no foreplay, only a mutual need to breed that transcended species. Due to the size mismatch it should have been a painful ordeal, without a hint of pleasure for the witcheress.

In fact her ass, while experienced, had no time to stretch and get used to the huge barbed dick. And while it was a massive pain in the ass, Ciri spent the last 24 hours working just to feel this pain in the ass. And with the help of the most potent aphrodisiac in existence along with some hard and addictive drugs, this led to a simple but all powerful need for dick.

She just needed dick in her ass. If it was painful or pleasurable it was meaningless. Only the monstrous gryphon cock mattered and that was what she was cumming her brains out on. Pain and pleasure were simply two sides of the same coin and both could make her cum.

In just a span of a few seconds 8 inches were already inside, but Ciri needed and if the gryphon hesitated she would destroy her ass on that cock. Luckily, once the exotic cock was inside the well lubed hole, it directly received the mixture of aphrodisiac and fisstech. Just like her love hole, the cock was set ablaze and only a tight hole could ease the heat.

With mutual effort the interspecies duo pushed hard so that more cockmeat could enter the cockstarved hole and after one particular push there was suddenly twice as much dick as it easily slid into the now straightened colon. Ciri could feel her organs moving around to make space for the much more important dick and just the act of getting roughly pounded against a rock with 16 inches worth of gryphon was enough to make her cum for the second time in a span of less than two minutes.

Her whole body spasmed and her ass clasped tightly against the gryphon in an attempt to get bred by its seed, but fortunately for her the beast was just starting. No matter how she spasmed she was firmly pinned against the boulder and her only option was to endure. Her leather armor protected her from getting nicked by sharp edges or claws, but it did nothing against the dull impacts that reverberated through her body and cemented her feeling as a simple fuckmeat.

With the massive cock sharing space with her organs, her corset grew extra tight as there was simply no space for air. And Ciri could only grasp for the spare minimum she needed to stay barely conscious in a fully cockdrunk haze. And yet, even though her mind was in a constant orgasmic bliss, either from pleasure or pain since she was too hazy to differentiate between them and only needed rough pounding to stimulate her ass, the degenerate witcheress needed more.

The cock deep inside her colon was simply filling her. It was a weak dull feeling that simply kept her cumming, because she mentally loved that she was taking the gryphon so deep. But there was still cock left, until she could feel his heavy balls slap directly against her flesh. And so Ciri tried to simply impale herself deeper and deeper on the barbed cock.

After a quarter of an hour, which felt like eternity, had passed an additional inch made its way inside and the witcheress could feel her body struggling against her corset. For once she was regretting her choice of slut wear, as it was now preventing her from getting more of that amazing dickmeat. Still she endured.

Crrr Crack! Plap

And suddenly her abused corset cracked and her clit was directly slapped with the heavy ball sack she wanted to empty. Fortunately the recent gashes damaged the corset enough so that it could be broken from the inside. With no leather stopping it, Ciri was free to enjoy the 20 inches of gryphon balls deep as her body could stretch around the enormous piece of fuckmeat and form a considerable belly bulge.

With a bulging belly, there was now enough space for air to wake up the witcheress from her cockdrunk haze just so she could process wave after wave of pain and pleasure and enter another even stronger series of orgasms.

Along with orgasms came a new wave of monstrous musk that came from the beast’s ragged breath and the saliva that had been dripping down into her hair, as Ciri could take the odor deep into her lungs.

It was a multi pronged assault. The everpresent rough anal fucking was overwhelming her with pain and pleasure. Her arms were painfully pinned against the rock and ensured she could not go anywhere, Her feet were sore as she kept them braced in her 6 inch stilettos, just so she could present her ass in the optimal angle for the fastest and most powerful pounding. The gryphon musk that marked her as an honorary member of their species. And finally an alchemical concoction melted inside her ass were all a deadly combination that convinced Ciri she was meant to be breeding stock for the beast.

She kept going for over half an hour. Keeping the insane tempo with the monster and pushing back and forth to ensure maximum depth and most powerful and pleasurable thrusts for the magnificent barbed cock that was rearranging her insides. She kept going even after her legs were aching and her ass was starting to get really sore. As even the alchemical lube was starting to dry out.

Still Ciri was a gryphon cumdump and she would ensure that her ass would be the best hole the beast ever experienced, and even as the barbs started to painfully scratch against the inside of her asshole she simply kept living every second of her act of service. Simple submission and the fact of being used by the monster cock were all her brain needed for orgasms and therefore happiness.

But even though she was willing to push past her reserves there were still limits. And even if fisstech allowed her to push her body past those, uncaring for the consequences, there was a point where even her borrowed alchemical energy ran out and she simply collapsed on the rock, unable to raise her leather clad legs and simply reduced to a warm hole.

The gryphon did not care and continued to pound her into the rock. Ciri lacked strength to make even the slightest move to improve her comfort and so she just took it. She no longer had to push herself to be the perfect fuckmeat and all she had to do was relax and enjoy all the pleasure and pain that came from seducing a young virile gryphon.

Caaaaaw!

Finally the beast let out a shriek and plunged its balls deep into the witcheress with a powerful thrust that led to the ball slapping of her clit and giving her a final weak orgasm as it emptied its balls inside her hungry, abused ass.

It lasted for over an hour, 10 times longer than normal gryphon mating, thanks to the potency of the aphrodisiac. And Ciri just laid broken on the rock, unable to move, with a massive anal gape and huge amounts of cum inside her slowly leaking out.

All she could do was to summon Kelpie and swipe some of that bittersweet cum to enjoy her spoils.

Overall her considering that she was completely drained and some of her equipment was destroyed, her latest monster hunt was an astounding success.

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I hope you had as good a time reading as I had writing.

Feel free to send me a DM or chat with your thoughts about this version of Ciri and we can just chat about her, or discuss a more specific story or vignette featuring her.

A

PS: Once Kelpie arrived and found Ciri just laying around, with her ass gaping and full of cum, she totally fucked her.

Also for legal reasons I do not take any responsibility if reading this awakened any new kinks within you.

Her Royal Highness Lady Anderia Analise von Reiter

Anderia was born in the Imperial harem to an elven concubine and only due to having strong human features was she adopted as a bastard into the Royal family, instead of being kept in the harem or given away. As a Royal bastard she was born into great privilege and opportunity, but at the same time her status as a bastard did not offer her any protection from her half siblings or even jealous servants.

Her father viewed her simply as another potential pawn, while other bastard half siblings saw her as another competitor. Due to the culture that celebrates strength, it was up to her to stand against harsh bullying and no one stepped up to help her. Even her tutors were strict and mostly cared about making sure Anderia remembered her lessons so she would be useful in the future. It was in this environment devoid of love and full of conflict that she grew up and learned how to be worse than her rivals.

While she was not a genius, she managed to preserve and had enough talent to be considered one of the more promising bastards. Acceptable knowledge in almost all subjects, without excelling in one, but ruthless and devoid of morals that would hold her back. For a man it would make them a threat, unless he was a direct heir or Emperor himself. But for a woman it was a marking of an excellent pawn for risk prone work. With the backing of the Royal family she could wield tremendous power anywhere and yet there would be no risk of rebellion as no one would be willing to follow her without the legitimacy of the crown behind her, that could be easily withdrawn at any time. A perfect Marshall material.

And so once her childhood was over Anderia was taught warcraft. Of course as a warrior woman she had to learn how to fight herself, in heels and sexy armor and all, and so she trained daily under an experienced fencing instructor who taught her not only how to use a blade, but more importantly what it truly meant to be a Garlean woman. On their first lesson, he ruthlessly defeated her and took her anal virginity, uncaring for her pain. If she wanted to not get violated she had to win. Of course she stood no chance and learned that even if she was the Princess of the mightiest Empire on the continent, to most men she was just a cumdump.

She hated everyday since then as the reward for all her struggle and hard work was to be simply made into a high quality whore. It was not only rough anal, she was throatfucked, bound, humiliated, choked, spanked. Her tutor simply treated her as a sex slave whenever he was done defeating her as an end for their lesson. He kept introducing her to new kinks and even invited painters several times to capture her most embarrassing moments to ensure everyone knew just how much she was used.

And while it was a great motivator that allowed Anderia to rapidly become more skilled and powerful, it was hellish torture that broke her after 8 months. She was supposed to learn how to fight against multiple opponents at once. Of course it also included learning how to get gangbanged or how to handle double anal. She cried all night that day. And it was the last time she cried due to sadness. The world treated her as a whore so she became a whore.

She started fucking servants. Her outfits which, while attractive used to inspire fear and dignity, changed to be vulgar and more slutty than what was the norm. She started masturbating daily. Stretching her ass and training her throat. She took both men and women and had little shame about it. Of course while it was nice to fuck the world in retaliation, her lessons became more brutal, but somehow Anderia found a part of herself looking forward to getting beaten and destroyed as she found sex without pain and roughness strongly lacking. And so she was so broken and depraved that she actually came several times when she was fucked by a horse for the first time after another defeat during jousting lesson.

It was at that time that Anderia was so violated that she no longer held any taboos. A great young wild stallion was given to the Royal family as a gift. It was a magnificent beast, bigger and stronger than all others, rumored to have magical blood of a more monstrous beast in its veins. But the horse was so wild it tolerated no one in its saddle. That is until the Whore Princess went to the pastures and first sucked the enormous horsecock, before letting him fuck her openly for all to see. It was a minor scandal but with Maximus, Anderia was finally able to best her tutor.

She killed the man without mercy.

As she graduated her training it was decided that Anderia could gain some practical experience and was sent with some soldiers on some errands around the Empire to ensure Imperial power was not forgotten even in the more distant territories. It was then that her fame began to grow. The most brutal and ruthless Warmistress of her generation. She rewarded her men both with pillage as well as with her own body. She held nothing sacred and ensured that there for a long time the power of the Empire won't be forgotten.

Anderia also collected a wayward band of bastard daughters like her. Noble houses interested in currying favor with the Emperor sent their daughters to support his newest enforcer as well as profit from the pillage of less loyal subjects. This led to a birth of an infamous elite unit known as War Whores and the rise of the Whore Princess into an Garlean Idol, if these folk were capable of that. In a way she was the ideal Garlean woman. A shameless whore that was capable of achieving great things and attractive in a way that every man wanted a piece of her ass. Despite getting regularly gangbanged and having her horse be the closest thing to her lover she somehow managed to become an inspiration and an example for many noble girls like her.

Finally her latest feat that established her reputation and prestige was ending a rebellion in a frontier territory with poor supply lines, and insufficient forces. She pushed her soldiers past their limits, despite the attrition and forced them to storm a castle to capture the son of the rebellious duke. Half her men died in the process, but when she had the son castrated in front of duke's city and Maximus took his virginity, it was enough to broke the defenders spirit even when they faced a weakened army, as Anderia's promise of turning the progeny of all defenders into whores carried a heavy weight.

As the most infamous young woman in the Empire she was chosen to lead an invasion into the New World which was discovered two decades ago and was the source of many intriguing items and riches bought by explorers. Partly as she was decided to be capable of subjugating new far away lands, and partly because many nobles wanted her to have her as far away as possible.

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Hello everyone I’m here with an idea that has been brewing in my head for some time and that is to play a character that is inspired by Angelise Reiter, or more specifically, her hentai.

But rather than have a typical roleplay that would feature our heroine (or villaness) just getting dicked I’m looking for someone equally ambitious and crazy who loves worldbuilding. Someone who wants to discuss how tradition of raiding led to a rise of orc slaving tribes and gangbangs becoming one of their most common rites. Or about how misogynistic customs mesh with godless hedonism in a way that makes it common for others to use wife's, daughter's or even princesses asshole. Or about how advanced enchantments make high heels the perfect footwear for adventuresses as well as infantry legions meant to march for war.

As I have had this idea for some time, the setting I hope to embrace is an oppressive Empire that sets out to colonize and exploit a New World. Think of toppling elven kingdoms and building plantations of rubber trees to establish a lucrative latex industry, a hellish marches through jungles or clashes with savage big dicked orcs and centaurs in warm savannah's. Given that Anderia is a bad bitch, she would oppress and crush the opposition under her heels, just as much as she would get fucked by her men as well as native savages.

Basically I’m looking for some horny nerd who is interested in creating a deep and somewhat logical world and flesh out all its aspects from culture and warfare to lands, history and economy. Of course as this is DPP I’m looking to create horny worlds with perverted twists and a healthy dose of porn logic that makes bikini armor and combat heels justified more or less.

If we click well I would also be happy to play out some hot stories set in the world and therefore I would prefer someone who is also willing to play a more GM oriented role and is also a switch and preferably a bisexual. In return I am offering to do the same. Having a discord is a must as keeping something of a larger scale organized on reddit is pure madness.

Regarding my kinks I’m very kinky and personally like playing nymphomaniacs and huge sluts as well as engaging in very depraved behaviour. And even though I’m not really interested in creating a pure hentailand, I hope to create a world that has a place for turbo sluts and other kinky stuff.

Additionally my top kinks are outfit play, slut wear and high heels (my biggest kink possibly). I know how practical armor should look, but I also know that there is nothing that makes an army uniform hotter than a pair of combat heels. This is non-negotiable and I’m interested in theory crafting why slutty armors are a thing and what are their advantages as well as their obvious disadvantages. Other must-kinks are gangbang and anal.

For guaranteed reply include a short opinion you have about combat heels. A mention of your kinks and limits along with your rough preferences is most welcome.

A

Her Royal Highness Lady Anderia Analise von Reiter

Anderia was born in the Imperial harem to an elven concubine and only due to having strong human features was she adopted as a bastard into the Royal family, instead of being kept in the harem or given away. As a Royal bastard she was born into great privilege and opportunity, but at the same time her status as a bastard did not offer her any protection from her half siblings or even jealous servants.

Her father viewed her simply as another potential pawn, while other bastard half siblings saw her as another competitor. Due to the culture that celebrates strength, it was up to her to stand against harsh bullying and no one stepped up to help her. Even her tutors were strict and mostly cared about making sure Anderia remembered her lessons so she would be useful in the future. It was in this environment devoid of love and full of conflict that she grew up and learned how to be worse than her rivals.

While she was not a genius, she managed to preserve and had enough talent to be considered one of the more promising bastards. Acceptable knowledge in almost all subjects, without excelling in one, but ruthless and devoid of morals that would hold her back. For a man it would make them a threat, unless he was a direct heir or Emperor himself. But for a woman it was a marking of an excellent pawn for risk prone work. With the backing of the Royal family she could wield tremendous power anywhere and yet there would be no risk of rebellion as no one would be willing to follow her without the legitimacy of the crown behind her, that could be easily withdrawn at any time. A perfect Marshall material.

And so once her childhood was over Anderia was taught warcraft. Of course as a warrior woman she had to learn how to fight herself, in heels and sexy armor and all, and so she trained daily under an experienced fencing instructor who taught her not only how to use a blade, but more importantly what it truly meant to be a Garlean woman. On their first lesson, he ruthlessly defeated her and took her anal virginity, uncaring for her pain. If she wanted to not get violated she had to win. Of course she stood no chance and learned that even if she was the Princess of the mightiest Empire on the continent, to most men she was just a cumdump.

She hated everyday since then as the reward for all her struggle and hard work was to be simply made into a high quality whore. It was not only rough anal, she was throatfucked, bound, humiliated, choked, spanked. Her tutor simply treated her as a sex slave whenever he was done defeating her as an end for their lesson. He kept introducing her to new kinks and even invited painters several times to capture her most embarrassing moments to ensure everyone knew just how much she was used.

And while it was a great motivator that allowed Anderia to rapidly become more skilled and powerful, it was hellish torture that broke her after 8 months. She was supposed to learn how to fight against multiple opponents at once. Of course it also included learning how to get gangbanged or how to handle double anal. She cried all night that day. And it was the last time she cried due to sadness. The world treated her as a whore so she became a whore.

She started fucking servants. Her outfits which, while attractive used to inspire fear and dignity, changed to be vulgar and more slutty than what was the norm. She started masturbating daily. Stretching her ass and training her throat. She took both men and women and had little shame about it. Of course while it was nice to fuck the world in retaliation, her lessons became more brutal, but somehow Anderia found a part of herself looking forward to getting beaten and destroyed as she found sex without pain and roughness strongly lacking. And so she was so broken and depraved that she actually came several times when she was fucked by a horse for the first time after another defeat during jousting lesson.

It was at that time that Anderia was so violated that she no longer held any taboos. A great young wild stallion was given to the Royal family as a gift. It was a magnificent beast, bigger and stronger than all others, rumored to have magical blood of a more monstrous beast in its veins. But the horse was so wild it tolerated no one in its saddle. That is until the Whore Princess went to the pastures and first sucked the enormous horsecock, before letting him fuck her openly for all to see. It was a minor scandal but with Maximus, Anderia was finally able to best her tutor.

She killed the man without mercy.

As she graduated her training it was decided that Anderia could gain some practical experience and was sent with some soldiers on some errands around the Empire to ensure Imperial power was not forgotten even in the more distant territories. It was then that her fame began to grow. The most brutal and ruthless Warmistress of her generation. She rewarded her men both with pillage as well as with her own body. She held nothing sacred and ensured that there for a long time the power of the Empire won't be forgotten.

Anderia also collected a wayward band of bastard daughters like her. Noble houses interested in currying favor with the Emperor sent their daughters to support his newest enforcer as well as profit from the pillage of less loyal subjects. This led to a birth of an infamous elite unit known as War Whores and the rise of the Whore Princess into an Garlean Idol, if these folk were capable of that. In a way she was the ideal Garlean woman. A shameless whore that was capable of achieving great things and attractive in a way that every man wanted a piece of her ass. Despite getting regularly gangbanged and having her horse be the closest thing to her lover she somehow managed to become an inspiration and an example for many noble girls like her.

Finally her latest feat that established her reputation and prestige was ending a rebellion in a frontier territory with poor supply lines, and insufficient forces. She pushed her soldiers past their limits, despite the attrition and forced them to storm a castle to capture the son of the rebellious duke. Half her men died in the process, but when she had the son castrated in front of duke's city and Maximus took his virginity, it was enough to broke the defenders spirit even when they faced a weakened army, as Anderia's promise of turning the progeny of all defenders into whores carried a heavy weight.

As the most infamous young woman in the Empire she was chosen to lead an invasion into the New World which was discovered two decades ago and was the source of many intriguing items and riches bought by explorers. Partly as she was decided to be capable of subjugating new far away lands, and partly because many nobles wanted her to have her as far away as possible.

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Hello everyone I’m here with an idea that has been brewing in my head for some time and that is to play a character that is inspired by Angelise Reiter, or more specifically, her hentai.

But rather than have a typical roleplay that would feature our heroine (or villaness) just getting dicked I’m looking for someone equally ambitious and crazy who loves worldbuilding. Someone who wants to discuss how tradition of raiding led to a rise of orc slaving tribes and gangbangs becoming one of their most common rites. Or about how misogynistic customs mesh with godless hedonism in a way that makes it common for others to use wife's, daughter's or even princesses asshole. Or about how advanced enchantments make high heels the perfect footwear for adventuresses as well as infantry legions meant to march for war.

As I have had this idea for some time, the setting I hope to embrace is an oppressive Empire that sets out to colonize and exploit a New World. Think of toppling elven kingdoms and building plantations of rubber trees to establish a lucrative latex industry, a hellish marches through jungles or clashes with savage big dicked orcs and centaurs in warm savannah's. Given that Anderia is a bad bitch, she would oppress and crush the opposition under her heels, just as much as she would get fucked by her men as well as native savages.

Basically I’m looking for some horny nerd who is interested in creating a deep and somewhat logical world and flesh out all its aspects from culture and warfare to lands, history and economy. Of course as this is DPP I’m looking to create horny worlds with perverted twists and a healthy dose of porn logic that makes bikini armor and combat heels justified more or less.

If we click well I would also be happy to play out some hot stories set in the world and therefore I would prefer someone who is also willing to play a more GM oriented role and is also a switch and preferably a bisexual. In return I am offering to do the same. Having a discord is a must as keeping something of a larger scale organized on reddit is pure madness.

Regarding my kinks I’m very kinky and personally like playing nymphomaniacs and huge sluts as well as engaging in very depraved behaviour. And even though I’m not really interested in creating a pure hentailand, I hope to create a world that has a place for turbo sluts and other kinky stuff.

Additionally my top kinks are outfit play, slut wear and high heels (my biggest kink possibly). I know how practical armor should look, but I also know that there is nothing that makes an army uniform hotter than a pair of combat heels. This is non-negotiable and I’m interested in theory crafting why slutty armors are a thing and what are their advantages as well as their obvious disadvantages. Other must-kinks are gangbang and anal.

For guaranteed reply include a short opinion you have about combat heels. A mention of your kinks and limits along with your rough preferences is most welcome.

A

Her Royal Highness Lady Anderia Analise von Reiter

Anderia was born in the Imperial harem to an elven concubine and only due to having strong human features was she adopted as a bastard into the Royal family, instead of being kept in the harem or given away. As a Royal bastard she was born into great privilege and opportunity, but at the same time her status as a bastard did not offer her any protection from her half siblings or even jealous servants.

Her father viewed her simply as another potential pawn, while other bastard half siblings saw her as another competitor. Due to the culture that celebrates strength, it was up to her to stand against harsh bullying and no one stepped up to help her. Even her tutors were strict and mostly cared about making sure Anderia remembered her lessons so she would be useful in the future. It was in this environment devoid of love and full of conflict that she grew up and learned how to be worse than her rivals.

While she was not a genius, she managed to preserve and had enough talent to be considered one of the more promising bastards. Acceptable knowledge in almost all subjects, without excelling in one, but ruthless and devoid of morals that would hold her back. For a man it would make them a threat, unless he was a direct heir or Emperor himself. But for a woman it was a marking of an excellent pawn for risk prone work. With the backing of the Royal family she could wield tremendous power anywhere and yet there would be no risk of rebellion as no one would be willing to follow her without the legitimacy of the crown behind her, that could be easily withdrawn at any time. A perfect Marshall material.

And so once her childhood was over Anderia was taught warcraft. Of course as a warrior woman she had to learn how to fight herself, in heels and sexy armor and all, and so she trained daily under an experienced fencing instructor who taught her not only how to use a blade, but more importantly what it truly meant to be a Garlean woman. On their first lesson, he ruthlessly defeated her and took her anal virginity, uncaring for her pain. If she wanted to not get violated she had to win. Of course she stood no chance and learned that even if she was the Princess of the mightiest Empire on the continent, to most men she was just a cumdump.

She hated everyday since then as the reward for all her struggle and hard work was to be simply made into a high quality whore. It was not only rough anal, she was throatfucked, bound, humiliated, choked, spanked. Her tutor simply treated her as a sex slave whenever he was done defeating her as an end for their lesson. He kept introducing her to new kinks and even invited painters several times to capture her most embarrassing moments to ensure everyone knew just how much she was used.

And while it was a great motivator that allowed Anderia to rapidly become more skilled and powerful, it was hellish torture that broke her after 8 months. She was supposed to learn how to fight against multiple opponents at once. Of course it also included learning how to get gangbanged or how to handle double anal. She cried all night that day. And it was the last time she cried due to sadness. The world treated her as a whore so she became a whore.

She started fucking servants. Her outfits which, while attractive used to inspire fear and dignity, changed to be vulgar and more slutty than what was the norm. She started masturbating daily. Stretching her ass and training her throat. She took both men and women and had little shame about it. Of course while it was nice to fuck the world in retaliation, her lessons became more brutal, but somehow Anderia found a part of herself looking forward to getting beaten and destroyed as she found sex without pain and roughness strongly lacking. And so she was so broken and depraved that she actually came several times when she was fucked by a horse for the first time after another defeat during jousting lesson.

It was at that time that Anderia was so violated that she no longer held any taboos. A great young wild stallion was given to the Royal family as a gift. It was a magnificent beast, bigger and stronger than all others, rumored to have magical blood of a more monstrous beast in its veins. But the horse was so wild it tolerated no one in its saddle. That is until the Whore Princess went to the pastures and first sucked the enormous horsecock, before letting him fuck her openly for all to see. It was a minor scandal but with Maximus, Anderia was finally able to best her tutor.

She killed the man without mercy.

As she graduated her training it was decided that Anderia could gain some practical experience and was sent with some soldiers on some errands around the Empire to ensure Imperial power was not forgotten even in the more distant territories. It was then that her fame began to grow. The most brutal and ruthless Warmistress of her generation. She rewarded her men both with pillage as well as with her own body. She held nothing sacred and ensured that there for a long time the power of the Empire won't be forgotten.

Anderia also collected a wayward band of bastard daughters like her. Noble houses interested in currying favor with the Emperor sent their daughters to support his newest enforcer as well as profit from the pillage of less loyal subjects. This led to a birth of an infamous elite unit known as War Whores and the rise of the Whore Princess into an Garlean Idol, if these folk were capable of that. In a way she was the ideal Garlean woman. A shameless whore that was capable of achieving great things and attractive in a way that every man wanted a piece of her ass. Despite getting regularly gangbanged and having her horse be the closest thing to her lover she somehow managed to become an inspiration and an example for many noble girls like her.

Finally her latest feat that established her reputation and prestige was ending a rebellion in a frontier territory with poor supply lines, and insufficient forces. She pushed her soldiers past their limits, despite the attrition and forced them to storm a castle to capture the son of the rebellious duke. Half her men died in the process, but when she had the son castrated in front of duke's city and Maximus took his virginity, it was enough to broke the defenders spirit even when they faced a weakened army, as Anderia's promise of turning the progeny of all defenders into whores carried a heavy weight.

As the most infamous young woman in the Empire she was chosen to lead an invasion into the New World which was discovered two decades ago and was the source of many intriguing items and riches bought by explorers. Partly as she was decided to be capable of subjugating new far away lands, and partly because many nobles wanted her to have her as far away as possible.

---

Hello everyone I’m here with an idea that has been brewing in my head for some time and that is to play a character that is inspired by Angelise Reiter, or more specifically, her hentai.

But rather than have a typical roleplay that would feature our heroine (or villaness) just getting dicked I’m looking for someone equally ambitious and crazy who loves worldbuilding. Someone who wants to discuss how tradition of raiding led to a rise of orc slaving tribes and gangbangs becoming one of their most common rites. Or about how misogynistic customs mesh with godless hedonism in a way that makes it common for others to use wife's, daughter's or even princesses asshole. Or about how advanced enchantments make high heels the perfect footwear for adventuresses as well as infantry legions meant to march for war.

As I have had this idea for some time, the setting I hope to embrace is an oppressive Empire that sets out to colonize and exploit a New World. Think of toppling elven kingdoms and building plantations of rubber trees to establish a lucrative latex industry, a hellish marches through jungles or clashes with savage big dicked orcs and centaurs in warm savannah's. Given that Anderia is a bad bitch, she would oppress and crush the opposition under her heels, just as much as she would get fucked by her men as well as native savages.

Basically I’m looking for some horny nerd who is interested in creating a deep and somewhat logical world and flesh out all its aspects from culture and warfare to lands, history and economy. Of course as this is DPP I’m looking to create horny worlds with perverted twists and a healthy dose of porn logic that makes bikini armor and combat heels justified more or less.

If we click well I would also be happy to play out some hot stories set in the world and therefore I would prefer someone who is also willing to play a more GM oriented role and is also a switch and preferably a bisexual. In return I am offering to do the same. Having a discord is a must as keeping something of a larger scale organized on reddit is pure madness.

Regarding my kinks I’m very kinky and personally like playing nymphomaniacs and huge sluts as well as engaging in very depraved behaviour. And even though I’m not really interested in creating a pure hentailand, I hope to create a world that has a place for turbo sluts and other kinky stuff.

Additionally my top kinks are outfit play, slut wear and high heels (my biggest kink possibly). I know how practical armor should look, but I also know that there is nothing that makes an army uniform hotter than a pair of combat heels. This is non-negotiable and I’m interested in theory crafting why slutty armors are a thing and what are their advantages as well as their obvious disadvantages. Other must-kinks are gangbang and anal.

For guaranteed reply include a short opinion you have about combat heels. A mention of your kinks and limits along with your rough preferences is most welcome.

A

Her Royal Highness Lady Anderia Analise von Reiter

Anderia was born in the Imperial harem to an elven concubine and only due to having strong human features was she adopted as a bastard into the Royal family, instead of being kept in the harem or given away. As a Royal bastard she was born into great privilege and opportunity, but at the same time her status as a bastard did not offer her any protection from her half siblings or even jealous servants.

Her father viewed her simply as another potential pawn, while other bastard half siblings saw her as another competitor. Due to the culture that celebrates strength, it was up to her to stand against harsh bullying and no one stepped up to help her. Even her tutors were strict and mostly cared about making sure Anderia remembered her lessons so she would be useful in the future. It was in this environment devoid of love and full of conflict that she grew up and learned how to be worse than her rivals.

While she was not a genius, she managed to preserve and had enough talent to be considered one of the more promising bastards. Acceptable knowledge in almost all subjects, without excelling in one, but ruthless and devoid of morals that would hold her back. For a man it would make them a threat, unless he was a direct heir or Emperor himself. But for a woman it was a marking of an excellent pawn for risk prone work. With the backing of the Royal family she could wield tremendous power anywhere and yet there would be no risk of rebellion as no one would be willing to follow her without the legitimacy of the crown behind her, that could be easily withdrawn at any time. A perfect Marshall material.

And so once her childhood was over Anderia was taught warcraft. Of course as a warrior woman she had to learn how to fight herself, in heels and sexy armor and all, and so she trained daily under an experienced fencing instructor who taught her not only how to use a blade, but more importantly what it truly meant to be a Garlean woman. On their first lesson, he ruthlessly defeated her and took her anal virginity, uncaring for her pain. If she wanted to not get violated she had to win. Of course she stood no chance and learned that even if she was the Princess of the mightiest Empire on the continent, to most men she was just a cumdump.

She hated everyday since then as the reward for all her struggle and hard work was to be simply made into a high quality whore. It was not only rough anal, she was throatfucked, bound, humiliated, choked, spanked. Her tutor simply treated her as a sex slave whenever he was done defeating her as an end for their lesson. He kept introducing her to new kinks and even invited painters several times to capture her most embarrassing moments to ensure everyone knew just how much she was used.

And while it was a great motivator that allowed Anderia to rapidly become more skilled and powerful, it was hellish torture that broke her after 8 months. She was supposed to learn how to fight against multiple opponents at once. Of course it also included learning how to get gangbanged or how to handle double anal. She cried all night that day. And it was the last time she cried due to sadness. The world treated her as a whore so she became a whore.

She started fucking servants. Her outfits which, while attractive used to inspire fear and dignity, changed to be vulgar and more slutty than what was the norm. She started masturbating daily. Stretching her ass and training her throat. She took both men and women and had little shame about it. Of course while it was nice to fuck the world in retaliation, her lessons became more brutal, but somehow Anderia found a part of herself looking forward to getting beaten and destroyed as she found sex without pain and roughness strongly lacking. And so she was so broken and depraved that she actually came several times when she was fucked by a horse for the first time after another defeat during jousting lesson.

It was at that time that Anderia was so violated that she no longer held any taboos. A great young wild stallion was given to the Royal family as a gift. It was a magnificent beast, bigger and stronger than all others, rumored to have magical blood of a more monstrous beast in its veins. But the horse was so wild it tolerated no one in its saddle. That is until the Whore Princess went to the pastures and first sucked the enormous horsecock, before letting him fuck her openly for all to see. It was a minor scandal but with Maximus, Anderia was finally able to best her tutor.

She killed the man without mercy.

As she graduated her training it was decided that Anderia could gain some practical experience and was sent with some soldiers on some errands around the Empire to ensure Imperial power was not forgotten even in the more distant territories. It was then that her fame began to grow. The most brutal and ruthless Warmistress of her generation. She rewarded her men both with pillage as well as with her own body. She held nothing sacred and ensured that there for a long time the power of the Empire won't be forgotten.

Anderia also collected a wayward band of bastard daughters like her. Noble houses interested in currying favor with the Emperor sent their daughters to support his newest enforcer as well as profit from the pillage of less loyal subjects. This led to a birth of an infamous elite unit known as War Whores and the rise of the Whore Princess into an Garlean Idol, if these folk were capable of that. In a way she was the ideal Garlean woman. A shameless whore that was capable of achieving great things and attractive in a way that every man wanted a piece of her ass. Despite getting regularly gangbanged and having her horse be the closest thing to her lover she somehow managed to become an inspiration and an example for many noble girls like her.

Finally her latest feat that established her reputation and prestige was ending a rebellion in a frontier territory with poor supply lines, and insufficient forces. She pushed her soldiers past their limits, despite the attrition and forced them to storm a castle to capture the son of the rebellious duke. Half her men died in the process, but when she had the son castrated in front of duke's city and Maximus took his virginity, it was enough to broke the defenders spirit even when they faced a weakened army, as Anderia's promise of turning the progeny of all defenders into whores carried a heavy weight.

As the most infamous young woman in the Empire she was chosen to lead an invasion into the New World which was discovered two decades ago and was the source of many intriguing items and riches bought by explorers. Partly as she was decided to be capable of subjugating new far away lands, and partly because many nobles wanted her to have her as far away as possible.

---

Hello everyone I’m here with an idea that has been brewing in my head for some time and that is to play a character that is inspired by Angelise Reiter, or more specifically, her hentai.

But rather than have a typical roleplay that would feature our heroine (or villaness) just getting dicked I’m looking for someone equally ambitious and crazy who loves worldbuilding. Someone who wants to discuss how tradition of raiding led to a rise of orc slaving tribes and gangbangs becoming one of their most common rites. Or about how misogynistic customs mesh with godless hedonism in a way that makes it common for others to use wife's, daughter's or even princesses asshole. Or about how advanced enchantments make high heels the perfect footwear for adventuresses as well as infantry legions meant to march for war.

As I have had this idea for some time, the setting I hope to embrace is an oppressive Empire that sets out to colonize and exploit a New World. Think of toppling elven kingdoms and building plantations of rubber trees to establish a lucrative latex industry, a hellish marches through jungles or clashes with savage big dicked orcs and centaurs in warm savannah's. Given that Anderia is a bad bitch, she would oppress and crush the opposition under her heels, just as much as she would get fucked by her men as well as native savages.

Basically I’m looking for some horny nerd who is interested in creating a deep and somewhat logical world and flesh out all its aspects from culture and warfare to lands, history and economy. Of course as this is DPP I’m looking to create horny worlds with perverted twists and a healthy dose of porn logic that makes bikini armor and combat heels justified more or less.

If we click well I would also be happy to play out some hot stories set in the world and therefore I would prefer someone who is also willing to play a more GM oriented role and is also a switch and preferably a bisexual. In return I am offering to do the same. Having a discord is a must as keeping something of a larger scale organized on reddit is pure madness.

Regarding my kinks I’m very kinky and personally like playing nymphomaniacs and huge sluts as well as engaging in very depraved behaviour. And even though I’m not really interested in creating a pure hentailand, I hope to create a world that has a place for turbo sluts and other kinky stuff.

Additionally my top kinks are outfit play, slut wear and high heels (my biggest kink possibly). I know how practical armor should look, but I also know that there is nothing that makes an army uniform hotter than a pair of combat heels. This is non-negotiable and I’m interested in theory crafting why slutty armors are a thing and what are their advantages as well as their obvious disadvantages. Other must-kinks are gangbang and anal.

For guaranteed reply include a short opinion you have about combat heels. A mention of your kinks and limits along with your rough preferences is most welcome.

A

Her Royal Highness Lady Anderia Analise von Reiter

Anderia was born in the Imperial harem to an elven concubine and only due to having strong human features was she adopted as a bastard into the Royal family, instead of being kept in the harem or given away. As a Royal bastard she was born into great privilege and opportunity, but at the same time her status as a bastard did not offer her any protection from her half siblings or even jealous servants.

Her father viewed her simply as another potential pawn, while other bastard half siblings saw her as another competitor. Due to the culture that celebrates strength, it was up to her to stand against harsh bullying and no one stepped up to help her. Even her tutors were strict and mostly cared about making sure Anderia remembered her lessons so she would be useful in the future. It was in this environment devoid of love and full of conflict that she grew up and learned how to be worse than her rivals.

While she was not a genius, she managed to preserve and had enough talent to be considered one of the more promising bastards. Acceptable knowledge in almost all subjects, without excelling in one, but ruthless and devoid of morals that would hold her back. For a man it would make them a threat, unless he was a direct heir or Emperor himself. But for a woman it was a marking of an excellent pawn for risk prone work. With the backing of the Royal family she could wield tremendous power anywhere and yet there would be no risk of rebellion as no one would be willing to follow her without the legitimacy of the crown behind her, that could be easily withdrawn at any time. A perfect Marshall material.

And so once her childhood was over Anderia was taught warcraft. Of course as a warrior woman she had to learn how to fight herself, in heels and sexy armor and all, and so she trained daily under an experienced fencing instructor who taught her not only how to use a blade, but more importantly what it truly meant to be a Garlean woman. On their first lesson, he ruthlessly defeated her and took her anal virginity, uncaring for her pain. If she wanted to not get violated she had to win. Of course she stood no chance and learned that even if she was the Princess of the mightiest Empire on the continent, to most men she was just a cumdump.

She hated everyday since then as the reward for all her struggle and hard work was to be simply made into a high quality whore. It was not only rough anal, she was throatfucked, bound, humiliated, choked, spanked. Her tutor simply treated her as a sex slave whenever he was done defeating her as an end for their lesson. He kept introducing her to new kinks and even invited painters several times to capture her most embarrassing moments to ensure everyone knew just how much she was used.

And while it was a great motivator that allowed Anderia to rapidly become more skilled and powerful, it was hellish torture that broke her after 8 months. She was supposed to learn how to fight against multiple opponents at once. Of course it also included learning how to get gangbanged or how to handle double anal. She cried all night that day. And it was the last time she cried due to sadness. The world treated her as a whore so she became a whore.

She started fucking servants. Her outfits which, while attractive used to inspire fear and dignity, changed to be vulgar and more slutty than what was the norm. She started masturbating daily. Stretching her ass and training her throat. She took both men and women and had little shame about it. Of course while it was nice to fuck the world in retaliation, her lessons became more brutal, but somehow Anderia found a part of herself looking forward to getting beaten and destroyed as she found sex without pain and roughness strongly lacking. And so she was so broken and depraved that she actually came several times when she was fucked by a horse for the first time after another defeat during jousting lesson.

It was at that time that Anderia was so violated that she no longer held any taboos. A great young wild stallion was given to the Royal family as a gift. It was a magnificent beast, bigger and stronger than all others, rumored to have magical blood of a more monstrous beast in its veins. But the horse was so wild it tolerated no one in its saddle. That is until the Whore Princess went to the pastures and first sucked the enormous horsecock, before letting him fuck her openly for all to see. It was a minor scandal but with Maximus, Anderia was finally able to best her tutor.

She killed the man without mercy.

As she graduated her training it was decided that Anderia could gain some practical experience and was sent with some soldiers on some errands around the Empire to ensure Imperial power was not forgotten even in the more distant territories. It was then that her fame began to grow. The most brutal and ruthless Warmistress of her generation. She rewarded her men both with pillage as well as with her own body. She held nothing sacred and ensured that there for a long time the power of the Empire won't be forgotten.

Anderia also collected a wayward band of bastard daughters like her. Noble houses interested in currying favor with the Emperor sent their daughters to support his newest enforcer as well as profit from the pillage of less loyal subjects. This led to a birth of an infamous elite unit known as War Whores and the rise of the Whore Princess into an Garlean Idol, if these folk were capable of that. In a way she was the ideal Garlean woman. A shameless whore that was capable of achieving great things and attractive in a way that every man wanted a piece of her ass. Despite getting regularly gangbanged and having her horse be the closest thing to her lover she somehow managed to become an inspiration and an example for many noble girls like her.

Finally her latest feat that established her reputation and prestige was ending a rebellion in a frontier territory with poor supply lines, and insufficient forces. She pushed her soldiers past their limits, despite the attrition and forced them to storm a castle to capture the son of the rebellious duke. Half her men died in the process, but when she had the son castrated in front of duke's city and Maximus took his virginity, it was enough to broke the defenders spirit even when they faced a weakened army, as Anderia's promise of turning the progeny of all defenders into whores carried a heavy weight.

As the most infamous young woman in the Empire she was chosen to lead an invasion into the New World which was discovered two decades ago and was the source of many intriguing items and riches bought by explorers. Partly as she was decided to be capable of subjugating new far away lands, and partly because many nobles wanted her to have her as far away as possible.

---

Hello everyone I’m here with an idea that has been brewing in my head for some time and that is to play a character that is inspired by Angelise Reiter, or more specifically, her hentai.

But rather than have a typical roleplay that would feature our heroine (or villaness) just getting dicked I’m looking for someone equally ambitious and crazy who loves worldbuilding. Someone who wants to discuss how tradition of raiding led to a rise of orc slaving tribes and gangbangs becoming one of their most common rites. Or about how misogynistic customs mesh with godless hedonism in a way that makes it common for others to use wife's, daughter's or even princesses asshole. Or about how advanced enchantments make high heels the perfect footwear for adventuresses as well as infantry legions meant to march for war.

As I have had this idea for some time, the setting I hope to embrace is an oppressive Empire that sets out to colonize and exploit a New World. Think of toppling elven kingdoms and building plantations of rubber trees to establish a lucrative latex industry, a hellish marches through jungles or clashes with savage big dicked orcs and centaurs in warm savannah's. Given that Anderia is a bad bitch, she would oppress and crush the opposition under her heels, just as much as she would get fucked by her men as well as native savages.

Basically I’m looking for some horny nerd who is interested in creating a deep and somewhat logical world and flesh out all its aspects from culture and warfare to lands, history and economy. Of course as this is DPP I’m looking to create horny worlds with perverted twists and a healthy dose of porn logic that makes bikini armor and combat heels justified more or less.

If we click well I would also be happy to play out some hot stories set in the world and therefore I would prefer someone who is also willing to play a more GM oriented role and is also a switch and preferably a bisexual. In return I am offering to do the same. Having a discord is a must as keeping something of a larger scale organized on reddit is pure madness.

Regarding my kinks I’m very kinky and personally like playing nymphomaniacs and huge sluts as well as engaging in very depraved behaviour. And even though I’m not really interested in creating a pure hentailand, I hope to create a world that has a place for turbo sluts and other kinky stuff.

Additionally my top kinks are outfit play, slut wear and high heels (my biggest kink possibly). I know how practical armor should look, but I also know that there is nothing that makes an army uniform hotter than a pair of combat heels. This is non-negotiable and I’m interested in theory crafting why slutty armors are a thing and what are their advantages as well as their obvious disadvantages. Other must-kinks are gangbang and anal.

For guaranteed reply include a short opinion you have about combat heels. A mention of your kinks and limits along with your rough preferences is most welcome.

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