u/Pervy-Marcie

*For as long as our families maintained power, we have been at odds. Centuries ago it wars to establish rule, some time later a tug and pull over borders... now? The ongoing feud burdens us! We were once wards of court, in a time of uneasy peace, and fostered a close bond, that of sisters in truth but when our fathers fell out, war reared its ugly faces and we spent decades apart. Now, we are women. We, are Queens... and this latest conflict must see an end, for both our peoples and so our courts came to a decision; a rendevous of neutral ground, a pruvate audience to settle disputes and, all being well, a lasting conclusion to this senseless conflict! However, neither you or I can see each other as the young, hopeful princesses we were. We have grown bitter, cold, spiteful and prickly... and yet, perhaps, igniting that bond may prove healing and soothing to our stone hearts...?*

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.)

Ima keep this brief.~ Tall, green, tusk tooth having beasties just really do it for me! Wheather they are the more tribal, tent living "savage" type OR the rare regal, manner owning high society type! I dont mind, truly, who is YOUR Orc? Think about that before you message me.~

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.)

If I may be so bold, I would present the attached references to show my preferences.~ YES! Orc women dont shave.~ They're alk natural after all. :3

Now, seen as I am requesting YOU to play an Orc for me... you have the opportunity to choose what I play! Either as a transfem, futa or female... and whatever kind of fantasy race you desire! Be creative, challenge me.~

Plots? I suggest two templates for us to flesh out.

A, You are a hunter gatherer for a small forest tribe. On the hunt you stumble across me! Perhaps Im washed up by a river, unconcious, vulnerable and you take me to your tent to nurse me back to health! Or... mayhaps, Im bathing in a stream.~ Better yet... I could be "prey", taken as bounty! A pet perhaps?

B, You are hired by nobility to see an young Mistress is properly educated on high society, this young lady? Me! Unruly, rebellious, far to old to be so loud and improper. How do you handle this? You've been given permission by the family to do as you need to set this Lady right!

C... whatever you have in mind!

**SEND ME:**

• Kinks and Limits (this should be at the top of your message).

• An introduction on yourself.

• Optionally; you can propose some ideas.

I hope to hear from you soon! :3 Xx

*Maelu stood nude before her mirror, fussing with a pair of gold, ruby earings in the low light of her chambers whilst cum dripped from the tip of her meaty glans. Growing fustrated with the jeweleries refusal to unclasp, she huffed and growled. "Honestly," she grimmaced, finally managing to free her right lobe. "you adventurers always amuse me." She started, exhaling softly with a gentlr moan. "You do battle, slay beast and monsters alike... yet when a Lady takes you to her bed, you melt like iced cream upon hot pie and last no mere than a few moments.~" Smirking, Maelu turned to face her bed, dressed in silks and the heaving body of her latest muse. Admiring the adventurer, she set aside her earings and tooks to sitting upon the ruffled bedding, one leg crossed over the other, cock draped over a her thigh. Mealu placed a hand upon the adventurers chest and began a slow circular motion with an index finger, her glossy black nail gliding across the beads of sweat. "Tell me again, sweetling, what did you fell last? A dragon, perhaps? I heard tell of one running amoc up in the mountains..." She did not want an answer, and like a predator, at the twitch of a muscle, her nails, like talons, came to the adventurers throat. A seductive threat. "No-no, you dont speak." Her tone shifted, her expression darkened. "You have done little to satisfy me and I am long from being finished with you." Squeezing the adventurers throat, just so her nails could dig in to the flesh, a wicked smile turned her lips at tbe quickened pulse of her prey. "I require far more from you than a quick fuck sweetling."*

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.)

In this fantasy world, adventurering is just as common as any other trade... and yet, if one isnt apart of guild, a member of a party, maintaining and repairing or even aquiring new equipment requires a considerable amount of funds — and let us not forget food, drink, travel expenses and whatever else an Adventurers needs... so, seeking out a wealthy benefactor is a wise decision and perhaps even beneficial! Or so, Viscountess Maelu proposed... however, the services she requires demand a more intimate sacrifice.~

Hello friends! I hope my ad finds you well. :) I present to you the above plot concept as well the character of Viscountess Maelu... or, Mel.~ Allow me to tell you more about her!

Mel is the wealthy elven benefactor to her current muse, an adventurer! What she requires of her muse is not the slaying of beast or handling of dirty, backroom dealings — no, for you see, the Viscount has a momster between her legs that needs taming.~ Mel is a hung futanari with the immense libido that comes with it. She'll empty her treasury for the adventurer, just so long as her needs are met... and her balls are empty. I see her as a dominant figure, a lady of society, a sophidticated and intelligent woman who get what she wants.

So, whos playing her?! Either one of us... but there is a slight caviate. If I am to play Mel, I wish for to play a rather muscular, strong type or an equally as thicc and curvy type. If I am to play the adventurer, Id like to be shorter than Mel. :3

**SEND ME:**

• Kinks and Limits (this should be at the top of your message).

• An introduction on yourself.

I hope to hear from you soon! :3 Xx

Dawn breaks over a rolling hills upon which you lay, peacefully, bare to the rising sun. You dream of your homeland. You feel a warmth stir deep within you... then a heat between your legs. Something enters you, pushing deep, filling you... its thick, its wet, its hot and it writhes against your walls whilst two points press against your outer lips. Hands grip your hips, arms hug your waist. You feel as if your being devoured...

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.)

'ello! I wish to play the Orc you see attached to this post! Y.E.S, the plump busty and sensual woman.~ And you? Perhaps... an Elf? Or, a Teifling? Dwarf? Whatever you desire.

**SEND ME:**

• Kinks and Limits (this should be at the top of your message).

• An introduction on yourself.

• Optionally; you can propose some ideas.

I hope to hear from you soon! :3 Xx

*I never really cared for baked goods... not until recently, not until you. I had passed by your bakery almost everyday, never once entering or even giving it passing glance, not until one afternoon. I was hungry. I skipped breakfast, missed lunch and it wasnt yet time for dinner but I was walking home and I caugjt scent of your freshly baked goods. Curious, I got myself a cream doughnut and ever since? Ive been addicted to your cream.~*

I require a lovely futa with **huge* balls to fill me up!~ More granula details can be settled in chat but the basic synopsis? **You** are a baker and **I** am a newly addicted customer.

**SEND ME:**

• Kinks and Limits (this should be at the top of your message).

• An introduction on yourself.

• Optionally; you can propose some ideas.

I hope to hear from you soon! :3 Xx

*Shadowheart, sat at camp, hands flat on her lap, eyes shut, her lips moving but making no sound as she silently, dutifully recited prayer to her Shar, mother of her faith, her savoir. This evening, her mind was at its worst conflict... that Githyanki, Lae'zel, had plagued her thoughts ever since they first met. The giths brutalist and unyeilding, almost beastly desposition was alarming to say the least, Shadowheart hadnt felt ease in weeks because of Lae'zel, and her "Githyanki" ways... yet there was a heat there — hate, yes but a tight tension, like steel wire pulled to a shrill cry, a sexual tension. This conflict of emotions was driving Shadowheart wild, fraying her nerves and even lwading to an explosive confrontation on the road. Hr loins stirred with a deep, almost unquenchable heat. "By Shar," she swore to herself, muttering under her breath, "guide this dark daughter of yours... allow her peace... show me how to rid myself of this conflict." In silence she sat, waiting... and waiting. Her call to her dark mother? Seemingly unheard. Opening her eyes, Shadowheart huffed when she caught glimpse of Lae'zel. The Githyanki was striking a dummy, as per usual, with her great sword, distant gutteral yells filled with fustration, arousing Shadowheart. Rolling her eyes, with a huff, she created a link between her and the Giths mind, sending a one way message.*

**~"Meet me on the beach, south of camp."~**

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.)

I am OBSESSED with Shadowheart and Lae'zel dynamic in BG3 — the hateful glares and bitchy insults just drive my mind wild with perverse thoughts! So what if... they fell in love? **WHAT?!** Well—its not love, at first... its *heat*, fustration, anger and a dysfuctional relationship! :3

**Fem4Fem**, i.e; We both play fem characters. Fu x Fu, F x F, Fu x F, ect ect.

I wanna see them both trying for dominance, being rough and aggressive with each other until one submits.~ Its hot. Its nasty. Its a fight. Its... working through hate.

I ***do*** have a preference for playing Shadowheart. And **I** am typically submissive.

**SEND ME:**

• Kinks and Limits (this should be at the top of your message).

• An introduction on yourself.

• Optionally; you can propose some ideas.

I hope to hear from you soon! :3 Xx

*"Its ok," I whisper to you, my small hands taking your 'monsterous' shaft and pressing your beet red barbed glans against my slick pink labia. "You cant hurt me. You are no monster." I utter, my breath shakey and heavy with my own anxieties. I push my lips gently onto yours. closing my eyes and taking your hands to my hips. "I want this—I want you, my love~... J-just take it slow, okay?" Smiling softly, I cup your cheeks and gaze deep into yours and ready myself for you to thrust into me.*

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.)

Hello! I present to you a post centered around a pairing I quite love! The Elf, Marcille, and the Chimera, Falin as they explore what intimacy in their relationship — HOWEVER this is not a fandom rp! I am simply using these characters as our references.~ :3 (We may also use their names)

Falin, or the "Chimera" is to be played by **you**! Besides your gorgepus white feathers, claws and fangs, you have a penis!~ Its red, its girthy, its long aaannnd... its barbed! Yes. *Barbed*. You are, after all, a Chimera.~ Now, these barbs arent sharp! Thankfully, but they are rigid, potentially painful to a mate and... your are ***extremely*** sensitive. ***Part*** of this rp is exploring how our characters have sex given the potential for harm. **You** are a gentle giant.

Marcille, the "Elf", is **my** lovely character. A warm, compassionate, loving woman who's fallen hard for a monster. Unfortunately, Elves are a little bit more frail than other races — lithe, nimble, swift with sharp senses! But with the downside of thinner bones, weaker musculature and a fragile constitution! Therein lies our conflict! And, hopefully, a resolution.~

**We start** are our first coupling! There's intense heat, want and need with tons of anxiety. We may discuss more in chat.

**SEND ME:**

• Kinks and Limits (this should be at the top of your message).

• An introduction on yourself.

• Optionally; you can propose some ideas.

I hope to hear from you soon! :3 Xx