u/Elvish_Pixie

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How had we fallen so fast? The heavy wooden doors to the inner city close shut, the thick iron beams holding them in place.

“This way! To the castle! There is food and healers for those who require it” Eirina, their Elven Princess, clad in a silver armoured dress, her greaves and pauldrons’s carved to look like silver leaves wrapping over her shoulders, wrists and boots, long pale blonde hair tied back into braids that kept the hair from her face, a silver circlet adorned her head with a single emerald gem, an indication of her status, a sword strapped to her waist. It was strange for her people to see the Princess clad in armour, but like most Elven women she knew how to fight, how to wield a sword. And now that her father was gravely injured, she needed to take charge, to step up for the crown.

It was hard to ignore the wails of the people still outside of the gates, she hated leaving them behind but she had no choice, if the gates had remained open much longer the creatures would be upon them.

Taking one last glance at the heavy doors she turned her back on them, making her way towards the golden castle and up the stairs where a large rounded wooden table had been brought out, the royal advisors standing around it, along with their Military general “Eldrin…how long can we survive here?” Eirina asks

The advisor looks up from his books and papers “…a month..maybe, the harvests were very little this year from the droughts. The soldiers are already running low on arrows..”

“Tell them to ration their arrows..we should have supplies to make more if needed, put the others to work to make them” Eirina nibbled on her bottom lip “How is he?”

“The healers…are not confident your highness…the King may not survive the night” another advisor says, nodding her head she turns to the General “Quinn we need a plan, we cannot just sit here and await our destruction there must be something we can do”

“At this stage your highness? We would be better off surrendering..many of our men died in the outer city, the only soldiers we have left man the walls…we have farmers and merchants no fighters left”

“You can hear them Quinn, the fate we left our people to when we closed the gates. How can we subject the rest to that?” cringing as she listens, through the screams of terror and begs for mercy there was the distinct sound of…rutting. Pained moans, harsh grunts and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as the creatures take the women as their slaves. They all knew what their fate was to be, the men would die or be put to work. The women? Shackled to the creatures feet and made to service and pleasure them until they died. It was a fate Eirina was not ready to accept just yet.

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Hi hi! Hopefully you’ve stuck with me this far! Apologies for the wall of text!

But I’m looking to play an Elven Princess now Queen with the king injured from the battle. Their kingdom currently being overtaken by monstrous creatures. Who are they? What will be the fate of our Queen?

Will she become the chief/king/lords new pet?

Perhaps they are invaded by humans? And the lord decides to give his monstrous pet a new breeding mount?

I love love love BIG monsters, bigger the better. Anything from Orcs, to Dragons, Minotaurs. Centaurs and anything else you can come up with! I’m open to both men and women alike!

I’d love to hear from you all soon!

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Roxy stood on the side of the road, backpack resting at her feet, clad in a pair of tight denim shorts, a white cropped singlet top, a pair of hiking boots. Her blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail as she held out her thumb hoping the incoming truck would pull to a stop.

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That same truck hours later had finally pulled over to a nearby truck stop as the sun slowly set, its occupant (or occupants) headed back into the sleeping cabin where Roxy lay, arms bound behind her back, ankles tied to her thighs. Legs forced open. Her own panties shoved into her mouth and held there with a strip of duct tape, those cute little denim shorts now torn open, her top pulled down over her breasts.

“Time to pay for your ride sweetheart”

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The truck rumbled along the never ending stretch of road, the roar of the engine masking the slick noises coming from inside the cabin. Our poor Roxie, shoved under the steering wheel, head buried between the legs of the driver, mouth full, arms bound behind her back. A sweet little collar around her throat. This was her life now.

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Hi everyone!

I’m looking for a heavy BDSM and bondage themed roleplay taking the form of a hitchhiker and the kind trucker that decided to give her a lift!

Although this ride isn’t free. Instead our poor Roxie will be this truckers new pet, it’s so lonely on the open road isn’t it? What better to have a pretty young thing whenever you please??

Some kinks include: wardrobe control, photography, videography, toys, objects used as toys, bondage, BDSM, pet play, older dom (40’s and up) younger sub (20’s), slave play, gangbangs and many many more!

Limits include: incest, scat, vote, gore, watersports, BO and unhygienic smells, body mods (piercings/tattoos), rimming (giving and receiving)

Send me a message! Id love to rp this out with someone literate! One liners will be ignored.

Thanks!

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

How had we fallen so fast? The heavy wooden doors to the inner city close shut, the thick iron beams holding them in place.

“This way! To the castle! There is food and healers for those who require it” Eirina, their Elven Princess, clad in a silver armoured dress, her greaves and pauldrons’s carved to look like silver leaves wrapping over her shoulders, wrists and boots, long pale blonde hair tied back into braids that kept the hair from her face, a silver circlet adorned her head with a single emerald gem, an indication of her status, a sword strapped to her waist. It was strange for her people to see the Princess clad in armour, but like most Elven women she knew how to fight, how to wield a sword. And now that her father was gravely injured, she needed to take charge, to step up for the crown.

It was hard to ignore the wails of the people still outside of the gates, she hated leaving them behind but she had no choice, if the gates had remained open much longer the creatures would be upon them.

Taking one last glance at the heavy doors she turned her back on them, making her way towards the golden castle and up the stairs where a large rounded wooden table had been brought out, the royal advisors standing around it, along with their Military general “Eldrin…how long can we survive here?” Eirina asks

The advisor looks up from his books and papers “…a month..maybe, the harvests were very little this year from the droughts. The soldiers are already running low on arrows..”

“Tell them to ration their arrows..we should have supplies to make more if needed, put the others to work to make them” Eirina nibbled on her bottom lip “How is he?”

“The healers…are not confident your highness…the King may not survive the night” another advisor says, nodding her head she turns to the General “Quinn we need a plan, we cannot just sit here and await our destruction there must be something we can do”

“At this stage your highness? We would be better off surrendering..many of our men died in the outer city, the only soldiers we have left man the walls…we have farmers and merchants no fighters left”

“You can hear them Quinn, the fate we left our people to when we closed the gates. How can we subject the rest to that?” cringing as she listens, through the screams of terror and begs for mercy there was the distinct sound of…rutting. Pained moans, harsh grunts and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as the creatures take the women as their slaves. They all knew what their fate was to be, the men would die or be put to work. The women? Shackled to the creatures feet and made to service and pleasure them until they died. It was a fate Eirina was not ready to accept just yet.

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Hi hi! Hopefully you’ve stuck with me this far! Apologies for the wall of text!

But I’m looking to play an Elven Princess now Queen with the king injured from the battle. Their kingdom currently being overtaken by monstrous creatures. Who are they? What will be the fate of our Queen?

Will she become the chief/king/lords new pet?

Perhaps they are invaded by humans? And the lord decides to give his monstrous pet a new breeding mount?

I love love love BIG monsters, bigger the better. Anything from Orcs, to Dragons, Minotaurs. Centaurs and anything else you can come up with! I’m open to both men and women alike!

I’d love to hear from you all soon!

The world

Gone

Civilisation?

Gone

Who could we trust now? The world ended. The monsters rose, sometimes those monsters were the people we once called friends, family, partners. Supplies dwindled day by day and humanity was forced to evolve, to change, to survive.

Some chose to survive differently, some bunkered down with enough supplies to keep them alive for years, yet no one to warm their bed. Others wandered the overgrown cities in groups or pairs.

Factions, groups, cults, bandits. People banded together clinging to the hope that this was all a dream and we would be saved from this place.

Who are you? A cult leader gathering their flock? A doomsday prepper hunting for someone to warm their bed? A raider? A slave trader?

How has humanity survived these atrocities?

How did the world end? Was it quick and quiet? Did we know the end was coming? Did the dead rise to life? Nuclear war? An eternal winter?

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Hello everyone

I'm looking for an end of the world style roleplay focusing on some story yes. But id love to work out our characters and how they came together. Was she kidnapped to warm your bed? Taken to be your pet? I'm hoping for darker BDSM and bondage themes for this roleplay. I am looking for Dominant people only please.

My kinks include: bondage, BDSM, toys, collars and leashes, outfit control, objects used as toys, control and many more

Limits: gross stuff, bathroom stuff, death, body mods

Please be literate and respond with some ideas of your own for this end of the world rp

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Eirina stood in the adventurers guild staring up at the wall of jobs, quests and advertisements. If only she could do one, she’d always dreamed of being an adventurer though..she was no good with a sword, magic was her calling. Specifically healing magic. Healers were in short supply lately, due to being quite squishy they didn’t tend to last longer than a single fight, but this little Elven healer was sure she would last a big longer! She’d learnt some defensive and offensive spells as well! Though her healing was quite unmatched (if she said so herself)

So there it was, stuck on the board in pretty cursive handwriting

‘Healer taking applications to join parties or individuals seeking to gain fame, fortune or adventure. Meetings to be conducted at the Glen Tavern on Saturday night’

The Glen tavern was bustling with mercs, adventurers and townspeople every night, one of the best places to find a good drink and a warm meal. And tonight Eirina was taking applications for an adventuring party or adventurer to join and finally escape this boring town!

The Elven maid was clad in a sky blue dress that held a plunging neckline, exposing her plump breasts and clinging to the curves of her hips and thighs, pale blonde hair tied back in two waist length braids that hung one down her back, the other over her shoulder. A silver circlet metal twisted to look like vines wrapping around her head, dotted with small opal like gems, her magic focus no doubt as she did not carry a staff, a mug of ale and a quill and parchment sat infront of her, her head lifting, icy blue eyes greeting those who stood before her “Hello!” She chirped plump rosy lips pulling into a smile “It’s lovely to meet you who might you be?”

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Hi all

I’m looking to play Eirina Silverwater, an Elven mage with a knack for healing magic. Though her healing magic works differently from others, requiring direct contact and pleasure (basically fuck her and all your wounds are miraculously healed)

I’d love a good mix of story and smut but I’m also down if you just want to strap this mage to your belly and have her warm your cock for constant health boosts!

I’m looking for someone to play either an individual, a party group. Hell you could even play the bad guys who capture our elf and realise her magic potential!

Super happy for us to go darker with this story as well. I’d love it if someone played a monster! Orc, ogre, goblin, Minotaur, maybe an adventurer afflicted by lycanthropy??

I have a few kinks which I’ll list here they are: BDSM, bondage, collars, toys, object insertion (perhaps Eirina could be a nice bag of holding) pet play, gangbangs, threesomes, outfit control and many many more

Limits: incest, death, bodily fluids (except for cum), toilet play, diapers

The tribes of the north were notoriously barbaric, they had to be. To survive the harsh winter climate of the north, unforgiving and brutal, one must be hard of heart and strong of soul to survive.

The kingdoms of the south were much more civilised, broken into four kingdoms, each ruler governing their own as they see fit. Our story concerns the kingdom of Vienna, their kingdom was one of the richest of the south, mines old gold, diamonds and coal. Their resources vast and plentiful. Though their army was….lacking. Under threat of conquest by the Parish kingdom, unable to protect their vast wealth the kingdom sought an allegiance with the nomads of the north. The chief offered in exchange for monthly supplies of foods, furs and sleds to track the icy planes of the north offered an allegiance, providing some of the tribes skilled warriors. To keep the alliance and ensure the kingdom would not back out on the deal nor slaughter their warriors, the chief demanded that the alliance be sealed in Marriage offering his eldest daughter for the kings son to wed. The king happily agreed. And this is where our story begins…

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Today was the day, the day the barbarians arrived, the day the alliance was signed. It had been all too easy, the barbarians had asked for little more than a monthly stipend of food, warm furs and a more established trade route with the kingdoms merchants. In exchange for a handful of their finest warriors and an allegiance that should the kingdom of Parish invade, the barbarians would fight at their side. The agreement would be sealed with the marriage of the first prince and the chieftains eldest daughter, though the wedding was scheduled in a few days, the nomads of the northern tribes arrived early, as custom, for the future bride and groom to meet.

The entire tribe had arrived though most stayed along the border of the kingdom and the north, the Chieftan, his daughter and eldest son along with the handful of warriors selected to both aid the kingdom and ensure no harm came to their clan leaders daughter enter the kingdom, walking the cobblestone streets. They were a sight, dressed in warm furs and leathers, axes, shields and swords strapped to their bodies they stuck out among Vienna’s noble wealthy families

« Hah sister you may have to dress in such stifling clothes as well » a large male with striking blond hair pulled back into a braid that ended at his mid back, the sides of his head shaved short, laughs in a dialect not understood by the people of the kingdom. The woman next to him snorts eyeing the tightly fitted gowns, how these people survived in these strange garments was unknown to her, their waists so tiny they looked like they could hardly breathe

« Not even Odinn himself could make me wear that» she grumbled in response to the mans laughter

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Sitting in the throne room of the palace waiting their guests with nervous pacing the King wandered back and forth infront of the golden thrones, his wife sitting in her chair gently tapping her fingers “for divines sake sit down” she hisses at the king

“I cannot! What if they mean to harm us? What if they go back on their alliance? It seems all too easy” the king was a paranoid man, and this deal stunk of betrayal in his eyes. Only a measly stipend of food, supplies and a trade route? No man would sell his own daughter or the lives of his soldiers for food. Something was terribly wrong.

A voice coughs slightly an attendant standing at the door “your highness, Jarl Hakon, his son Runar and Eyvor of the Northerners have arrived”

The gilded doors open as the group of 10 walk into the throne room, an older man standing at around 6ft his blonde hair dulled and littered with grey, a white fur cloak wrapped around his neck, a leather chest plate, thick hide pants and boots, a large cleaved sword strapped to his side, was flanked by another Man this one younger in appearance standing at 6’4 was dressed similarly to the older male, though his cloak was shorter reaching about his waist, an axe and rounded sheild strapped to his own back his hair pulled back into a braid, the sides shaved. On his left stood a woman, long blonde hair pulled into a side braid that ended just at her waist, tied firmly with a leather cord, a white wolves pelt covering her shoulders and head like a hood, a metal chest plate with leather straps wrapping around her waist and chest the only thing covering her chest, stomach exposed, brown thick hide pants and a leather skirt that looked like it was made of belts around her hips, metal gauntlets over leather fingerless gloves strapped to her arms, and thick white furred boots, at her hips were two axes, her blue eyes surveying the extravagant room. Behind them stood 7 warriors all male and standing at various intimidating heights, equipped with large bastard swords, round shields and axes, a large heavy bow, and other small swords and axe combos

The older man steps forward bowing his head in respect, his right hand placed over his heart to the king as he settles on his throne, the younger male, female and 7 warriors all following suite

“I..Jarl Hakon…thank you for….en..ensuring safe passage for my people” The Chief speaks, his southern tongue was broken, thick with northern accent, struggling to find the right words to say to the Royal Family. “My daughter Eyvor” he motions and the woman steps up to stand next to the chief bowing her head slightly

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I Hope you’ve gotten this far! For this roleplay I’m leaning on heavy fantasy/ medieval themes for this where the barbaric nomads of the north and the civilised kingdom of the south arrange an alliance through Marraige for the barbarians to teach the kings armies their feral fighting skills

I’m hoping for a good story following the dignified prince (or King, Emporer) and barbaric princess of the north learn to coexist together. I’m also happy to swap the roles and play a princess if you would like to play a barbarian

In regards to the world building, I have the tribe mostly figured out but the kingdom is completely yours to change, create, make ive only set up the exteme wealth part so feel free to take any and all creative liberties you would like

I haven’t got names for the current king and queen and am happy to make some up but you are also free to name them yourself

I did take the liberty of making the king paranoid about the barbarians intentions, he doesn’t understand why they would ask for so little in exchange for their fighters and believes it may be a trick but you are welcome to change or obliterate this entirely.

I am a detailed roleplayer and post a minimum of 2 paragraphs or more if I am inspired, you do not need to match my length but one liners will not progress far.

Please when you first message include details about your character. How you flavour your prince is completely up to you

Moral is quite important don’t you think? Happy employees are more productive, eager to work and eager to put in a little extra unpaid overtime. You just have to make sure their needs are met. Whether it be food, pay. Hell…even sexual appetites. Studies have shown employes are 60% more productive when their cocks are warmed, their balls drained.

That was Roxie’s new job, desperate for work after being fired by her previous workplace and rent coming up due she was desperate. So when she applied for the job of Moral Officer she thought she would organise pizza parties, take on complaints and work to fix them. What she didn’t expect was on her first day to be bent over the CEO’s desk and fucked till she saw stars.

Jack from IT loves to make her wear fun little toys in the office and every time she walked by his desk she was made to flash him a peek at whatever new toy he decided to bring that day.

Paul in marketing loved having her sit under his desk, swallowing his cock as he sat through long boring meetings.

Dylan and Kobe started a fun game of raiding the office supplies and seeing how many highlighters they could make Roxie hold in her holes. A weekly betting pool had started when she arrived, each Monday they would come up with a new item, by Wednesday the votes would be in on how many she could hold. And Friday lunch time they would determine the winner by having her bent over the table in the lunch room and made to spread her legs. The winner would get to pick what Roxie wore that week and got first dibs until the next competition winner.

And Roxie? Well…turns out she actually quite enjoyed her new position as the Moral Officer.

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Hi DPP!

Hope you’ve stuck with me this far, as you can tell I’m looking for someone to play an entire office of pent up, frustrated employees that have just been given free reign to drain their balls in their new Moral Officer. (Or if you want to do a more one on one scenario we can organise that as well)

Roxie is a charismatic and bubbly blonde with curves for days and baby blue eyes that could melt your heart. And she just looks oh so pretty on her knees and under your desk!

I’m looking for some gangbang themes, bondage, BDSM, toys, objects used as toys, clothing control, photography, videography. And many more kinks!

I’m also happy if we wanted to work out a more master/slave aspect with the CEO and his new PA.

I tend to rp in the third person and post a minimum of two paragraphs but can write more when inspired. Please be literate when your respond as I won’t respond to low effort posts and one liners.

Send me a message and let’s see if we click!

Kingdoms fight constantly, the continent had very rarely known peace with the 7 kingdoms constantly challenging each other, vying for more territory, to expand their reign. Whispers of the third kingdom to the east Parish was vying after Vienna’s expansive amounts of wealth, though they were wealthy. Vienna’s military prowess was…lacking..

The day was close, it was almost upon us, those heathens were due any minute now, how could he have agreed to this? King Mathis Dumont paces the throne room back and forth, any time the squire would announce the arrival of the Northerners. Could he really go through with this?….he must. If Parish were to ever grow bold enough to cross the wastes he would need the North’s aid in fending them off. “Father. Sit down, pacing like this will not do you any good” Gabriel the kings oldest son, a tall Elven man, cropped blonde hair and pointed ears, the same stark blue eyes as his father, stood beside the golden throne. Sighing the king slumps into his golden throne, propping his elbow up on the arm rest, his forehead in his hand, the heavy golden crown weighing down his head.

Vienna was a kingdom of riches, very few starved here, they had a healthy trade and merchant system, the port was thriving with hundreds of merchant vessels docking daily. GoldBelle castle sat at the very top of the cliff face the city was built around, gleaming as bright as the sun. The walls inlaid with gold, gilded pillars and at the very top of the castle sat a huge golden bell that rung every day to announce the morning, midday and evening. The inside of the castle was just as immaculate, golden veins running through the walls, elegant tapestries on every wall, vases of flowers, statues, busts and carpet of red gold covered almost every room.

The throne room itself was a masterpiece, a huge marble tiled room, the marble inlaid with golden veins and caulking. A deep blood red carpet with golden filigree ran from the double wooden doors all the way to the base of the landing between 8 floor to ceiling pillars 4 on each side, three marble steps lead to the landing where the golden throne cushioned in blood red sat atop it. The back wall of the room contained a floor to ceiling window, the direction of these windows caused the suns gleam to stream through and light up the golden throne from behind.

The throne itself was made of solid gold flanked by two large stone statues of mounted warriors, the throne itself was decorated with thick golden spikes as if it had frozen mid explosion

The doors open and the king straightens in his chair, adjusting the lapels of his blood red coat, golden embroidery decorating the lapels and sleeve cuffs.
The squire a stout man bows in his presence “Announcing to his Majesty King Mathis Dumont III, …… and their son ….. of the North” the stout man steps aside to allow the Northerners entry to the throne room.

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I’m looking for a long term roleplay, an arranged marriage between the Elven princesss of Vienna and our male protagonist, who is he? The king or chief of the north seeking a bride? A prince?

I’ve tried to leave it very open ended for your own character, the North could be one of the seven kingdoms, or maybe a more barbarian culture of people leading a more simple life than the extravagance of Vienna

Story and writing wise, i like a good mix of smut and story, constant smut just gets boring. I write in the third person and try to send at least two paragraphs minimum but I can send so much more when I’m inspired.
Kink wise, I am into many things such as bdsm, bondage, outfit control, rough handling and many many more

Limits are non negotiable: incest, non sexual bodily fluids or excretions, body mods, BO/unhygenic smells, sexual gore (story blood and gore is fine just not during sexy times)

Kingdoms fight constantly, the continent had very rarely known peace with the 7 kingdoms constantly challenging each other, vying for more territory, to expand their reign. Whispers of the third kingdom to the east Parish was vying after Vienna’s expansive amounts of wealth, though they were wealthy. Vienna’s military prowess was…lacking..

The day was close, it was almost upon us, those heathens were due any minute now, how could he have agreed to this? King Mathis Dumont paces the throne room back and forth, any time the squire would announce the arrival of the Northerners. Could he really go through with this?….he must. If Parish were to ever grow bold enough to cross the wastes he would need the North’s aid in fending them off. “Father. Sit down, pacing like this will not do you any good” Gabriel the kings oldest son, a tall Elven man, cropped blonde hair and pointed ears, the same stark blue eyes as his father, stood beside the golden throne. Sighing the king slumps into his golden throne, propping his elbow up on the arm rest, his forehead in his hand, the heavy golden crown weighing down his head.

Vienna was a kingdom of riches, very few starved here, they had a healthy trade and merchant system, the port was thriving with hundreds of merchant vessels docking daily. GoldBelle castle sat at the very top of the cliff face the city was built around, gleaming as bright as the sun. The walls inlaid with gold, gilded pillars and at the very top of the castle sat a huge golden bell that rung every day to announce the morning, midday and evening. The inside of the castle was just as immaculate, golden veins running through the walls, elegant tapestries on every wall, vases of flowers, statues, busts and carpet of red gold covered almost every room.

The throne room itself was a masterpiece, a huge marble tiled room, the marble inlaid with golden veins and caulking. A deep blood red carpet with golden filigree ran from the double wooden doors all the way to the base of the landing between 8 floor to ceiling pillars 4 on each side, three marble steps lead to the landing where the golden throne cushioned in blood red sat atop it. The back wall of the room contained a floor to ceiling window, the direction of these windows caused the suns gleam to stream through and light up the golden throne from behind.

The throne itself was made of solid gold flanked by two large stone statues of mounted warriors, the throne itself was decorated with thick golden spikes as if it had frozen mid explosion

The doors open and the king straightens in his chair, adjusting the lapels of his blood red coat, golden embroidery decorating the lapels and sleeve cuffs.
The squire a stout man bows in his presence “Announcing to his Majesty King Mathis Dumont III, …… and their son ….. of the North” the stout man steps aside to allow the Northerners entry to the throne room.

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I’m looking for a long term roleplay, an arranged marriage between the Elven princesss of Vienna and our male protagonist, who is he? The king or chief of the north seeking a bride? A prince?

I’ve tried to leave it very open ended for your own character, the North could be one of the seven kingdoms, or maybe a more barbarian culture of people leading a more simple life than the extravagance of Vienna

Story and writing wise, i like a good mix of smut and story, constant smut just gets boring. I write in the third person and try to send at least two paragraphs minimum but I can send so much more when I’m inspired.
Kink wise, I am into many things such as bdsm, bondage, outfit control, rough handling and many many more

Limits are non negotiable: incest, non sexual bodily fluids or excretions, body mods, BO/unhygenic smells, sexual gore (story blood and gore is fine just not during sexy times)