Something seemed arye with your wife as you two pronounced your vows. Was she nervous? Scared? It was true you had teased her quite often about the night of your marriage, of how you would remove her virginity, and send her into womanhood with a child. She was beautiful, and it was hard to think of anything else over the months you waited.
As night came on, and you approached her bedchambers, you noticed her mother, Cassandra, the Queen, waiting outside. She stopped you before you entered.
"There's something I have to tell you. Come," she said, and led you inside. As she led you in, you saw your beautiful wife sitting on the bed, her eyes tear-stained.
"Please sit," Cassandra said, gesturing you to an open chair.
"I apologize for not telling you sooner. But Julia is... How do I put this? My daughters cursed. It happened when she was just a babe. It was her father's fault, not hers or mine. But she... She can not bear your child. A terrible witch laid claim to Julia's firstborn, cursing her with infertility. We wanted to tell you this, but it was likely you would not still willingly marry our family. Do not blame Julia, it was my idea to deceive you. Yet if you are willing... I am still young enough to bear seed," Cassandra said.
Cassandra continued, with Julia occasionally chiming in. The two explained as best they could, while trying to ease your wrath and offer solutions.
Cassandra would bear your children and pass them off as Julia's. How you would go about this, was up to you. If you wanted Julia to leave, or help, or simply to have Cassandra come in at the last moment. If you wanted time with either, by themselves. Or else, (though they mentioned this very little), you could go and see the witch, and "give" her what was to be Julia's firstborn.
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Open-ended prompt here. I wanted to have a few women for you to choose from. We can go over their refs, and if you have ones you'd like to use, I'd be happy to play them. But you get the idea:
Milf Queen, Young Princess, or Mysterious Witch.
Pick your poison or a little bit of all three.
I'm happy to answer any questions/brain storm. All my old posts are open too. Hope to see you soon <3
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"What in Mogrok--" Nella, the orc, exclaimed as she stood frozen at the tent entrance. Two steel freshly-sharpened steel axes tottered on either side of her hips before coming to a freeze as well. She was staring at her human companion.
Nella expected to find him like she had for the past few weeks, fast asleep under his blanket, ready to curse Nella for waking him from his slumber.
She found him asleep alright, but this time it was her cursing. There he lay on his side, with the tip of his engorged cock poking out of the sheets. Right as she opened the tent flap, he turned, swinging the tip with his unconscious movement, 'causing his erect cock to body point towards the ceiling.
"What are *you* doing with such a blessed endowment?" Nella asked out loud, though not directly at her companion, who was at best half-conscious. Nella rarely kept her thoughts to herself-- due to both her orcish genetics and barbaric disposition.
"Blast it all, four weeks on the trail and I've-- gaaahh-- blast it all--" Nella grunted, grabbed one of her axes, and charged out of the tent. She ran 'til she found a patch of sturdy trees and started chopping at the first one she could. It fell in a single stroke and the crash echoed through the forest. She chopped and chopped her morning wood, felling several trees til enough of her surprise sexual energy had been transformed.
She stopped, sweating and panting, hands on her knees as her male companion came out of the tent.
"It's nothing," Nella said, and then holstered her axe and wiped the sweat off her brow. "Hurry up. You're going to be late, human," Nella said.
The two went off, and for the next few days, Nella tried her best to fight the orcish sexual urge to copulate. But it was a losing battle and she knew it. She was going against her very instinct and nature.
Her pierced pussy was dripping down to her ankles, and her loincloth could only hide the sight of her arousal, not the smell. Everyday she became more excitable, and more aromatic. She was in heat.
Surprisingly though, she had grown less irritable since her heat began. Where normally she was utterly dismissive of her companion, now she listened to him and paid attention. He had gone up a few points in her estimation.
Nella was a brutal warrior, and nearly a foot taller than her companion. But every inch she stood over him, he seemed to recoup in the length of his sexual organ, and for this, she stopped looking down on him so much. In the development of her tournament species, it was of course the men with the largest sexual organs who procreated. As well, sex was seasonal for orcs, lasting as long if not longer than some wars. The season has begun for Nella, but she had no one to mate with besides a likely unwilling human. Even if--
"How will I tell my kin what I've done?" Nella said out loud as she paced beside her human. "By a human of all creatures. They wouldn't understand-- not unless they saw what I saw. Blast it all!" Nella said. Everything was heavy. Her feet were refusing to walk. Her strength was dwindling.
Nella needed a fuck. Not even a good one. "Just something, ANYTHING to keep me sated!" Nella grunted, her sexual need turning to anger before finally turning to her companion.
"Human," Nella grunted. "It's that time of the year for me. I need--" she paused and gripped her axe anxiously. "-- I need to fuck. Badly. This wouldn't have been a problem if-- well, I easily could have carried out our contract. But then I saw you, stirring in your sleep a few sunrises ago. I am certain my eyes did not decieve me. You are a paragon of your species, are you not?"
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Howdy! ve left my post a little open ended. You're welcome to pick what your character looks like (all genders/types welcome), and their name. You can also come up with why we are travelling together if you like.
I'm happy to give other refs as well if you don't like this one for an orc.
As for my limits, no hyper, or anything too extreme. And no pure subs, I like back and forth.
I would appreciate an in-rp reply if you can, although you don't have to if you have questions you need to ask beforehand. I will reply to everything I can, please be patient!
Hope to play soon!
Jessica went to the same magical academy you did, and she was the top of the class. She had a bit of a stick up her arse, and had a tendency to treat everyone else as beneath her.
Your interactions with her were sparse, but never forgetful. She seemed to go even more out of her way than normal to one up you or else embarrass you. She'd correct you before the teacher could, or inform you when you put the wrong answer down on a test, or improperly casted a spell.
What was her problem?
It was forbidden, but you decided to get ahead of the class and learn a Mind-Reading spell, both in an attempt to one-up her back, and possibly get some dirt on her.
But, what you found, was-- a crush. On you.
Worst of all, there was evidentiary proof. A diary, she kept, even camouflaging it during class and writing in it. You cast a simple spell when she wasn't looking, cloning the book and it's contents into yours for to browse.
Where to start? What was she writing last? Wait-- not even writing. Sketching. A half-finished drawing of a flaccid penis. A few pages flipped back and you saw quickly that it was yours. Drawn eerily perfectly. Clearly she'd been looking through your clothes at you, and quite closely. But why?
The notes were self-explanatory.
"God what a nice fucking dick he has. Ugh. I keep trying but I can't make a toy with just a flaccid sketch. It just stays soft! I need him to get an erection."
But there was more than just that. This was just her latest project.
Half her diary was full of drooling notes over your body and you-- sketches, fantasies, even self-admissions of masturbation and the corresponding fantasy that drove her to climax. There was another diary too, stored somewhere hidden, you were sure, since this one's beginning just left off as if this had been going on a long time. Endless curiosities on your attitude in bed, or your stamina and ejaculate size.
Of course, if you wanted dirt, there was plenty. Admissions of cheating and how on certain projects. Using a minor illusion to make her breasts a size bigger every morning. She also admitted you were probably a greater mage than she, though she justified this admission by qualifying herself better in certain areas over you. Whether these things were true or not, would have to be tested. But she admired your aptitude for magic as much as she admired the girth of your flaccid package.
As you read her darkest secrets, and all the hidden praise for your sex and talent, you noticed the sketch in her diary taking a new shape. No longer was it flaccid.
"A stroke of luck! (Can't wait to stroke it later). Hopefully it grows all the way. Been waiting for so long. <3"
And you looked over to see a big jovial grin on her face as she stared through the desk, at your groin, sketching happily, unaware of your knowledge.
// Feel free to reply with your name and an RP response.