u/banalityofweevil

St. Mulburn’s Academy had maintained careful neutrality for nearly two hundred years. Below ground, veins of aether-soaked ore knotted into one another, a tangle of ley lines suffusing the land with magic; above ground, trade routes and politics were just as densely woven, resulting in a small but thriving city that spread through the foothills below the Academy itself. The marble spires of the continent's most prestigious university of arcana, military strategy, leadership and history rose with curling elegance from the mountainside, its green-tiled roofs sheltering the most promising minds of a generation.

Kings and princes sent their sons and daughters here from thousands of miles around, hoping to benefit not only from the Academy’s renowned education, but also the networking opportunities afforded by the global elites pouring money and favour into it. Because Mulburn sits outside the jurisdiction of any nation, shielded from invasion by the delicate balance of power it enjoys, students have a unique opportunity to interact without scruples or social pressures. While many students bring their own preconceived expectations, officially there is no official hierarchy in these vaunted halls. ‘*Students All*' was the humble motto of the institute, and it was through this enforced equality that it maintained its precious neutrality.

Your job is to upset the apple cart.

The Demon Lord. A terrifying name, yet one so distant that most don't even consider him a real threat. A schemer, plotting away in the dark corners of the world, yearning to rise up and challenge the established order, to take his dread armies and sweep across the lands like a black tide…

…Fortunately for the men and elves, for the peaceful beastmen and the not-so-peaceful dwarves and everyone in between, that Demon Lord’s power has been greatly diminished of late. Yet still he schemes, and one of his schemes… is you.

You are a succubus, a powerful but inexperienced demon of lust. Equipped with a range of potent magical abilities — hypnotic suggestion, aphrodisiacs, pleasure enhancers, invisibility, just to name a few, and most importantly, *transformation* — you have been sent on this journey from the blasted wastes at the edge of the world to this nest of powerful mages with one simple mission:

Seduce every remotely influential person that you can. Avoid detection, spread your web throughout the school, bring as many of the students under your influence as possible, and play them off each other to bring the Academy tumbling down from the inside.

Well, maybe it's not that simple. But the first part is: just get them to fuck you. You're good at that. Feeding on vitality and magical energy alike, this Academy full of powerful up-and-comers on the world stage is a buffet that you cannot turn down. You won't be able to simply overpower these influential people, but if you can use your tricks without detection, you'll be in a prime position to start chipping away at the foundations of peace and stability.

The student body comes in all stripes, and you can start with whoever you like. Noble princes rub shoulders with arrogant young dukes, sweet-natured princesses and the children of ruthless new-money merchants. Some rare few students got in on scholarships due to their immense talent in magic, others are the scions of distant houses that make up for their lack of talent with coin.

Whatever the case, you walk through the doors wearing a glamour that disguises you as the plain, quiet daughter of an obscure noble house from a distant land. Just like any other sheltered rich girl, you present a facade of awed curiosity as you join the new year's intake. The small chthonic artefact in your breast pocket warms slightly as it battles the arcane wards laid upon this place, allowing you to keep your disguise intact for now. It's not the only thing heating up, though, as a low, hot throbbing starts up between your legs.

As you find your seat for the commencement speech, you're already scoping out the students seated near you. This place is going to be your playground, and you can scarcely wait to begin. 

***

Normally this would be the place I'd stop and describe some characters, but a) I've already written a bit much just on worldbuilding, and b) I want to take your preferences into account. I don't have any particular character in looking to play here, but I have plenty of OCs rattling around to help find some folks that tickle your fancy. Let me know who and what you like: men, women, I can play futa if you fancy. Humans, elves, beastmen/women, monsters (upon negotiation)... There's plenty of possibilities.

Long story short, this would be a pretty smut-heavy, more or less episodic roleplay as you essentially fuck your way through most of the student body. You're here on a mission, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself while you're at it - and it enjoying yourself means building a harem of all the most gorgeous people in society's upper echelons, then knock yourself out.

Kinks that could feature: excessive cum, breeding, oral, hold the moan, sneaking around, making out, teasing, instant loss, visual novel tropes, magic, transformation, tentacles, power play, seduction, a bit of hentai and/or ‘spicy romance novel’ logic, slightly exaggerated but still basically realistic proportions. Fancy clothes, dresses, ballgowns, futanari, monster girls, creampies, I'm getting carried away. There's more, let me know yours first though.

Limits: anal, noncon, cruelty, torture, bathroom, beast (there's a fuzzy line somewhere between ‘anthro beastman’ and ‘yeah that's just an animal'), lasting physical harm.

Minor housekeeping, I guess: I'm AMAB, male presenting, but my gender identity is ‘kind of whatever.’ I'm attracted to women, basically, but I'll comfortably play any gender/sex, including largely fictional configurations like futanari.

If you'd like a sample of the smutty side of my writing, please feel free to check… well, pretty much any of my other posts. I feel a bit bad not including one on a post that's explicitly meant to be smut focused, but this is about to hit 1000 words so I think I'd better leave it there.

Feel free to reach out if you think this could be a bit of you. I haven't really GMed before (except in person for SFW tabletops) but I'd like to give it a whirl. Even if you just want to chat about whether and how we could make this work and I could fill the world with characters and scenarios that suit you.

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St. Mulburn’s Academy had maintained careful neutrality for nearly two hundred years. Below ground, veins of aether-soaked ore knotted into one another, a tangle of ley lines suffusing the land with magic; above ground, trade routes and politics were just as densely woven, resulting in a small but thriving city that spread through the foothills below the Academy itself. The marble spires of the continent's most prestigious university of arcana, military strategy, leadership and history rose with curling elegance from the mountainside, its green-tiled roofs sheltering the most promising minds of a generation.

Kings and princes sent their sons and daughters here from thousands of miles around, hoping to benefit not only from the Academy’s renowned education, but also the networking opportunities afforded by the global elites pouring money and favour into it. Because Mulburn sits outside the jurisdiction of any nation, shielded from invasion by the delicate balance of power it enjoys, students have a unique opportunity to interact without scruples or social pressures. While many students bring their own preconceived expectations, officially there is no official hierarchy in these vaunted halls. ‘*Students All*' was the humble motto of the institute, and it was through this enforced equality that it maintained its precious neutrality.

Your job is to upset the apple cart.

The Demon Lord. A terrifying name, yet one so distant that most don't even consider him a real threat. A schemer, plotting away in the dark corners of the world, yearning to rise up and challenge the established order, to take his dread armies and sweep across the lands like a black tide…

…Fortunately for the men and elves, for the peaceful beastmen and the not-so-peaceful dwarves and everyone in between, that Demon Lord’s power has been greatly diminished of late. Yet still he schemes, and one of his schemes… is you.

You are a succubus, a powerful but inexperienced demon of lust. Equipped with a range of potent magical abilities — hypnotic suggestion, aphrodisiacs, pleasure enhancers, invisibility, just to name a few, and most importantly, *transformation* — you have been sent on this journey from the blasted wastes at the edge of the world to this nest of powerful mages with one simple mission:

Seduce every remotely influential person that you can. Avoid detection, spread your web throughout the school, bring as many of the students under your influence as possible, and play them off each other to bring the Academy tumbling down from the inside.

Well, maybe it's not that simple. But the first part is: just get them to fuck you. You're good at that. Feeding on vitality and magical energy alike, this Academy full of powerful up-and-comers on the world stage is a buffet that you cannot turn down. You won't be able to simply overpower these influential people, but if you can use your tricks without detection, you'll be in a prime position to start chipping away at the foundations of peace and stability.

The student body comes in all stripes, and you can start with whoever you like. Noble princes rub shoulders with arrogant young dukes, sweet-natured princesses and the children of ruthless new-money merchants. Some rare few students got in on scholarships due to their immense talent in magic, others are the scions of distant houses that make up for their lack of talent with coin.

Whatever the case, you walk through the doors wearing a glamour that disguises you as the plain, quiet daughter of an obscure noble house from a distant land. Just like any other sheltered rich girl, you present a facade of awed curiosity as you join the new year's intake. The small chthonic artefact in your breast pocket warms slightly as it battles the arcane wards laid upon this place, allowing you to keep your disguise intact for now. It's not the only thing heating up, though, as a low, hot throbbing starts up between your legs.

As you find your seat for the commencement speech, you're already scoping out the students seated near you. This place is going to be your playground, and you can scarcely wait to begin.

***

Normally this would be the place I'd stop and describe some characters, but a) I've already written a bit much just on worldbuilding, and b) I want to take your preferences into account. I don't have any particular character in looking to play here, but I have plenty of OCs rattling around to help find some folks that tickle your fancy. Let me know who and what you like: men, women, I can play futa if you fancy. Humans, elves, beastmen/women, monsters (upon negotiation)... There's plenty of possibilities.

Long story short, this would be a pretty smut-heavy, more or less episodic roleplay as you essentially fuck your way through most of the student body. You're here on a mission, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself while you're at it - and it enjoying yourself means building a harem of all the most gorgeous people in society's upper echelons, then knock yourself out.

Kinks that could feature: excessive cum, breeding, oral, hold the moan, sneaking around, making out, teasing, instant loss, visual novel tropes, magic, transformation, tentacles, power play, seduction, a bit of hentai and/or ‘spicy romance novel’ logic, slightly exaggerated but still basically realistic proportions. Fancy clothes, dresses, ballgowns, futanari, monster girls, creampies, I'm getting carried away. There's more, let me know yours first though.

Limits: anal, noncon, cruelty, torture, bathroom, beast (there's a fuzzy line somewhere between ‘anthro beastman’ and ‘yeah that's just an animal'), lasting physical harm.

Minor housekeeping, I guess: I'm AMAB, male presenting, but my gender identity is ‘kind of whatever.’ I'm attracted to women, basically, but I'll comfortably play any gender/sex, including largely fictional configurations like futanari.

If you'd like a sample of the smutty side of my writing, please feel free to check… well, pretty much any of my other posts. I feel a bit bad not including one on a post that's explicitly meant to be smut focused, but this is about to hit 1000 words so I think I'd better leave it there.

Feel free to reach out if you think this could be a bit of you. I haven't really GMed before (except in person for SFW tabletops) but I'd like to give it a whirl. Even if you just want to chat about whether and how we could make this work and I could fill the world with characters and scenarios that suit you.

St. Mulburn’s Academy had maintained careful neutrality for nearly two hundred years. Below ground, veins of aether-soaked ore knotted into one another, a tangle of ley lines suffusing the land with magic; above ground, trade routes and politics were just as densely woven, resulting in a small but thriving city that spread through the foothills below the Academy itself. The marble spires of the continent's most prestigious university of arcana, military strategy, leadership and history rose with curling elegance from the mountainside, its green-tiled roofs sheltering the most promising minds of a generation.

Kings and princes sent their sons and daughters here from thousands of miles around, hoping to benefit not only from the Academy’s renowned education, but also the networking opportunities afforded by the global elites pouring money and favour into it. Because Mulburn sits outside the jurisdiction of any nation, shielded from invasion by the delicate balance of power it enjoys, students have a unique opportunity to interact without scruples or social pressures. While many students bring their own preconceived expectations, officially there is no official hierarchy in these vaunted halls. ‘*Students All*' was the humble motto of the institute, and it was through this enforced equality that it maintained its precious neutrality.

Your job is to upset the apple cart.

The Demon Lord. A terrifying name, yet one so distant that most don't even consider him a real threat. A schemer, plotting away in the dark corners of the world, yearning to rise up and challenge the established order, to take his dread armies and sweep across the lands like a black tide…

…Fortunately for the men and elves, for the peaceful beastmen and the not-so-peaceful dwarves and everyone in between, that Demon Lord’s power has been greatly diminished of late. Yet still he schemes, and one of his schemes… is you.

You are a succubus, a powerful but inexperienced demon of lust. Equipped with a range of potent magical abilities — hypnotic suggestion, aphrodisiacs, pleasure enhancers, invisibility, just to name a few, and most importantly, *transformation* — you have been sent on this journey from the blasted wastes at the edge of the world to this nest of powerful mages with one simple mission:

Seduce every remotely influential person that you can. Avoid detection, spread your web throughout the school, bring as many of the students under your influence as possible, and play them off each other to bring the Academy tumbling down from the inside.

Well, maybe it's not that simple. But the first part is: just get them to fuck you. You're good at that. Feeding on vitality and magical energy alike, this Academy full of powerful up-and-comers on the world stage is a buffet that you cannot turn down. You won't be able to simply overpower these influential people, but if you can use your tricks without detection, you'll be in a prime position to start chipping away at the foundations of peace and stability.

The student body comes in all stripes, and you can start with whoever you like. Noble princes rub shoulders with arrogant young dukes, sweet-natured princesses and the children of ruthless new-money merchants. Some rare few students got in on scholarships due to their immense talent in magic, others are the scions of distant houses that make up for their lack of talent with coin.

Whatever the case, you walk through the doors wearing a glamour that disguises you as the plain, quiet daughter of an obscure noble house from a distant land. Just like any other sheltered rich girl, you present a facade of awed curiosity as you join the new year's intake. The small chthonic artefact in your breast pocket warms slightly as it battles the arcane wards laid upon this place, allowing you to keep your disguise intact for now. It's not the only thing heating up, though, as a low, hot throbbing starts up between your legs.

As you find your seat for the commencement speech, you're already scoping out the students seated near you. This place is going to be your playground, and you can scarcely wait to begin.

***

Normally this would be the place I'd stop and describe some characters, but a) I've already written a bit much just on worldbuilding, and b) I want to take your preferences into account. I don't have any particular character in looking to play here, but I have plenty of OCs rattling around to help find some folks that tickle your fancy. Let me know who and what you like: men, women, I can play futa if you fancy. Humans, elves, beastmen/women, monsters (upon negotiation)... There's plenty of possibilities.

Long story short, this would be a pretty smut-heavy, more or less episodic roleplay as you essentially fuck your way through most of the student body. You're here on a mission, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself while you're at it - and it enjoying yourself means building a harem of all the most gorgeous people in society's upper echelons, then knock yourself out.

Kinks that could feature: excessive cum, breeding, oral, hold the moan, sneaking around, making out, teasing, instant loss, visual novel tropes, magic, transformation, tentacles, power play, seduction, a bit of hentai and/or ‘spicy romance novel’ logic, slightly exaggerated but still basically realistic proportions. Fancy clothes, dresses, ballgowns, futanari, monster girls, creampies, I'm getting carried away. There's more, let me know yours first though.

Limits: anal, noncon, cruelty, torture, bathroom, beast (there's a fuzzy line somewhere between ‘anthro beastman’ and ‘yeah that's just an animal'), lasting physical harm.

Minor housekeeping, I guess: I'm AMAB, generally male presenting, but my gender identity is ‘kind of whatever.’ I'm attracted to women, basically, but I'll comfortably play any gender/sex, including largely fictional configurations like futanari. I know it's not for everyone, though.

If you'd like a sample of the smutty side of my writing, please feel free to check… well, pretty much any of my other posts. I feel a bit bad not including one on a post that's explicitly meant to be smut focused, but this is about to hit 1000 words so I think I'd better leave it there.

Feel free to reach out if you think this could be a bit of you. I haven't really GMed before (except in person for SFW tabletops) but I'd like to give it a whirl. Even if you just want to chat about whether and how we could make this work and I could fill the world with characters and scenarios that suit you.

I tend to use Discord, especially for more complicated scenes, but I'm open to other solutions because Reddit chat suuuuucks.

“You know the rules.” The tall, golden-haired hero of the day smirked as he swanned back and forth, the lycra-like material of his tight blue jumpsuit showing the outline of corded muscle with every slow, confident step. “You want to go home instead of winding up in a MetaMax cell for a month, you make it worth my while.”

Despite being tied to a chair, the woman in the black catsuit managed to lounge, a darkly playful grin dancing on her lips in turn. “Blackmail, Wonderbread? I thought you lot were supposed to be the ‘morally superior’ side.” Languidly, she tossed a lock of loose hair out of her pretty face — artfully scuffed, but never marred. She breathed easy. Too easy for a captured evildoer locked in a hotel room with the city's most powerful hero.

“You're one to talk. What do you think your boss would say if he knew how you keep managing to ‘escape?’” he snorted, clearly having altogether too much fun teasing his captive. “Don't tell me you'd rather trade intel to walk free this time instead?”

She rolled her eyes. “As if. It's mob rules out there, golden boy. You know what happens to snitches. The second you bust in on something nobody else could've told you about, I'm floating in the West River with an anti-meta bullet in my head. And then our little game is over for good.”

He shrugged. “Worth a try. I guess you'll have to find some other way of convincing me, then.”

“Oh no,” she pouted, the mock disappointment on her face somewhat undermined by the devilish gleam in her eye. “What a shame.”

---

Her naked body shuddered with the explosive force of his thrusts, his hips slamming into the jiggling roundness of her ass with almost debilitating force. A normal woman would likely not survive this treatment, but she was built of tougher stuff. Still, she could not help but moan lustily through gritted teeth as his swollen shaft hammered her sensitive insides, incomparably thick and impossibly hard.

His hand slid up the back of her neck, curling into the roots of her lustrous hair and gripping tight at the base of her scalp as he pulled her head up. Her lips twisted, a hungry snarl of almost bestial ecstasy as he effortlessly dragged her up. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room, feral and wild-eyed, tits swinging as he pounded into her from behind. Thick. Unflagging. Hollowing her out. Driving her to orgasm after addictive orgasm, pushing her body exactly as hard as she needed, as she had never been able to find anywhere else.

For his part, as usual, any lingering doubt and guilt had fled his (mostly) pure heart the instant he slid inside her. It would be so much simpler to take her in for real, he knew. It would put a stop to the snide comments, the tabloid whisperings of his incompetence. The shining hero of the masses, stumped by his archenemy at every turn? He would have to start coming up with better excuses.

But her pussy wrapped around him like a loving thing in its own right, coiling greedily around his cock and squeezing tight. Her body was soft and pliable under his grasping hands, yet with a core of hot steel that took every drop of bottled-up frustration and lust that he vented upon her. Feeling her shudder and clench around him with what must have been her third orgasm, he let his eyelids flicker and his grip on her hair tighten as he unloaded inside her in turn. A veritable flood of hot, powerful seed blasted into her deepest crevices, eliciting a mighty groan of satisfaction from her as she felt the heat bloom in her core.

“Fuck…” she hissed, grinding her ass back into his crotch as he filled her. “Fuck, I needed this.”

“You're not done yet, are you?” he laughed, pulling his still-dripping cock out and flipping her into her back. Looming large, he pinned the panting, sweaty, tousled villainess to the bed, smiling as he felt her playfully testing his strength. “Ah-ah-ah. You started this, I'm just making the most of your offer.”

“Oh, shut up and fuck me, then,” she purred. “If you've still got th-mmph!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as his rock-hard shaft slammed home again, churning into her soaking slit and locking them together once more.

It was going to be a long night.

===

Honestly, I just love a good bit of silly, campy, enemies-to-??? play. This could be an established connection like above or a first time, but what it boils down to is that both of these people — sexy superpowered people at that — are just more interested in railing each other than eliminating their rivals. I didn't really have specific characters in mind here - I guess I was picturing a sort of Homelander type (though ~20 times less of an asshole) and a powered-up Black Widow type, but I'm not really fussed about canon characters. Happy to co-construct or take inspo from your favourites.

I like to play around with tropes and classic scenarios.

• Maybe this whole arrangement started during a bottle episode where our characters got trapped together in a forcefield and accidentally zapped with a disinhibition ray, and now we kinda can't stop it.

• Maybe we take turns ‘capturing’ each other, only to sneak off while the rest of the heroes and villains are duking it out and resurface later, both claiming a narrow victory.

• Maybe one or both of us starts to take unnecessary risks, tracking down the other’s alter ego and forcing some difficult choices. Hell, maybe our alter egos end up dating and things get real confusing.

• Maybe feelings do start to develop, Romeo and Juliet style.

Tone notes: I would like to keep this light. While you are technically a supervillain, I imagine you're doing like… art heists and shaking down politicians, not blowing up trains and gassing civilians for the luls. Technically I'd be complicit in all that by letting you go, and I'd rather not have that on my heroic conscience. In a similar vein, I'm not actually blackmailing you or anything. Our little dance is 100% consensual, we both just kinda have to pretend it's not.

Kinks: clothing/costume play, fancy dresses, cum, multiple orgasms, loads and loads of cum, rough, loud and wild sex, teasing, dirty talk, sneaking around.

Limits: actual pain/damage, dubcon/noncon, anal, bathroom, furry (some limited anthro could make sense depending on what kind of superpowers you want - like I'd gladly give Squirrel Girl a nut)