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Short-term prompt involving an adventurer and their accidentally conjured Succubus companion. Elven adventurers preferred but not mandatory at all. The intended themes here are subversion, sex positivity, cornball humor, and warmth.
Credit to Sierra Lee for giving me permission to use the character known as Yarra from the RPG 'The Last Sovereign.' If you like 120+ hour long experiences full of finances, war, beautiful dialogue, and a half an hour of discussion on philosophy at the bar with an orc, then there you go. Oh. There's also porn. It's free on Steam. In fact, you should stop reading this immediately and go play it.
The premise of this prompt in my head is simple but highly malleable to my partner's own preferences; YC is an adventurer who, wrapping up some quest or another, manages to finish a ritual to bring a Succubus into the world that falls under their control. Presumably this was initially violent, a lot of presumed hostile intentions and worries about soul-sucking, but the succubus in question, Yarra, is mostly a cornball who only wishes to see theri good-natured owner's success and wellbeing. She also wants to have sex with them, but for a long time is denied at every corner, eventually growing to accept this boundary and respect her owner's wishes. YC's motivations for this are entirely up to you with some of my proposals being that they're someone uncomfortable with sex, uncomfortable with the idea of coitus with a literal sex demon, religious... so on. No matter what I want their first time to be a happy, enjoyable experience with no little amount of shock and joy from Yarra's side of things.
I enjoy the vast majority of vanilla kinks with little in the way of anything on the extreme side of things. A lot of kissing, bad humor and flirting, inexperience versus (a lot) of experience, tail-related shenanigans, power dynamics i.e. 'The owner of the Succubus is a massive submissive in bed,' very excited but tender and thoughtful dommes. Mutual and enthusiastic consent. Degeneracy (but in a good way). Succubi doing a very good job of not nibbling on their friend's soul without permission.
The prompt down below is mostly for setting a mood and shouldn't be taken to be our official starter.
...
Yarra isn't like the Succubi that the old veterans and manuals warned her of. What they described were beings carved out from beautiful, treacherous marble whose bodies were their least potent tool; the masses spoke of them the most because every other part of them was more insidious. More invisible. They knew the worst parts of a person with a glance and everything else after that became a method of control, a thousand ways to win a game that they had all of immortality to eventually win.
Your soul would belong to them. Behind the empathy and understanding was a predator whose only sustenance was the very thing that defined a person, and that meant there was only one cure for their existence in the mortal world.
... That's what they'd been warned of, anyways. One bit of blood dropped onto the nearly invisible summoning circle had given everyone involved the chance to learn something new, a careless misstep after a fight that had nearly claimed their life - they felt the magic before they saw it, and very next moment after the circle came to life, the visitor made herself known.
Their voice should have made one's skin crawl. Instead, all it sounded like was the world's most unenthusiastic prostitute.
"Well hey there, handsome!"
Then the dust settled and the Succubus' eyes found them, brighter and more orange than any pumpkin, and unmistakably piqued with interest, smiling and waving, tossing her short black locks over her hair in the process.
"Whoops. Sorry. Lemme try again."
They cleared their voice, stretching their magnificent, tall body with the help of their wings before letting themselves relax back into place on the ground, the swell of her breasts bouncing perfectly right alongside them, not a single inch of her anything but soft and inviting to rest --
"Well hey there, beautiful! What's your name?"
--=--
That was months ago, and Yarra had proven to be nothing except a good friend with a questionable understanding of personal space and polite conversation and an eagerness to learn.
"Mistress!" Yarra chirped excitedly, those fulsome lips of her grinning so hard they might tear through her face. "I killed it! Did you see me? Get someone that can paint me, before the blood goes dry!"
They'd been fighting for the last hour against an ogre five times the Succubi's height and twenty times as ugly, and it was Yarra's quick-thinking of inverting its sense of smell to confound it that allowed her an opportunity to wind her whip around its leg, dragging it down with unlikely strength.
Now Yarra was bouncing up to them, stopping at a generous distance that they knew wouldn't make them uncomfortable, still grinning foolishly and giggling, looking to them for approval.
"Saaaaay it," Yarra demanded, letting out a low, playful hiss with that forked tongue of hers. "Best. Succubus. Ever. C'mooooon."
Credit to Sierra Lee for giving me permission to use the character known as Yarra from the RPG 'The Last Sovereign.' If you like 120+ hour long experiences full of finances, war, beautiful dialogue, and a half an hour of discussion on philosophy at the bar with an orc, then there you go. Oh. There's also porn. It's free on Steam. In fact, you should stop reading this immediately and go play it.
The premise of this prompt in my head is simple but highly malleable to my partner's own preferences; YC is an adventurer who, wrapping up some quest or another, manages to finish a ritual to bring a Succubus into the world that falls under their control. Presumably this was initially violent, a lot of presumed hostile intentions and worries about soul-sucking, but the succubus in question, Yarra, is mostly a cornball who only wishes to see theri good-natured owner's success and wellbeing. She also wants to have sex with them, but for a long time is denied at every corner, eventually growing to accept this boundary and respect her owner's wishes. YC's motivations for this are entirely up to you with some of my proposals being that they're someone uncomfortable with sex, uncomfortable with the idea of coitus with a literal sex demon, religious... so on. No matter what I want their first time to be a happy, enjoyable experience with no little amount of shock and joy from Yarra's side of things.
I enjoy the vast majority of vanilla kinks with little in the way of anything on the extreme side of things. A lot of kissing, bad humor and flirting, inexperience versus (a lot) of experience, tail-related shenanigans, power dynamics i.e. 'The owner of the Succubus is a massive submissive in bed,' very excited but tender and thoughtful dommes. Mutual and enthusiastic consent. Degeneracy (but in a good way). Succubi doing a very good job of not nibbling on their friend's soul without permission.
The prompt down below is mostly for setting a mood and shouldn't be taken to be our official starter.
...
Yarra isn't like the Succubi that the old veterans and manuals warned her of. What they described were beings carved out from beautiful, treacherous marble whose bodies were their least potent tool; the masses spoke of them the most because every other part of them was more insidious. More invisible. They knew the worst parts of a person with a glance and everything else after that became a method of control, a thousand ways to win a game that they had all of immortality to eventually win.
Your soul would belong to them. Behind the empathy and understanding was a predator whose only sustenance was the very thing that defined a person, and that meant there was only one cure for their existence in the mortal world.
... That's what they'd been warned of, anyways. One bit of blood dropped onto the nearly invisible summoning circle had given everyone involved the chance to learn something new, a careless misstep after a fight that had nearly claimed their life - they felt the magic before they saw it, and very next moment after the circle came to life, the visitor made herself known.
Their voice should have made one's skin crawl. Instead, all it sounded like was the world's most unenthusiastic prostitute.
"Well hey there, handsome!"
Then the dust settled and the Succubus' eyes found them, brighter and more orange than any pumpkin, and unmistakably piqued with interest, smiling and waving, tossing her short black locks over her hair in the process.
"Whoops. Sorry. Lemme try again."
They cleared their voice, stretching their magnificent, tall body with the help of their wings before letting themselves relax back into place on the ground, the swell of her breasts bouncing perfectly right alongside them, not a single inch of her anything but soft and inviting to rest --
"Well hey there, beautiful! What's your name?"
--=--
That was months ago, and Yarra had proven to be nothing except a good friend with a questionable understanding of personal space and polite conversation and an eagerness to learn.
"Mistress!" Yarra chirped excitedly, those fulsome lips of her grinning so hard they might tear through her face. "I killed it! Did you see me? Get someone that can paint me, before the blood goes dry!"
They'd been fighting for the last hour against an ogre five times the Succubi's height and twenty times as ugly, and it was Yarra's quick-thinking of inverting its sense of smell to confound it that allowed her an opportunity to wind her whip around its leg, dragging it down with unlikely strength.
Now Yarra was bouncing up to them, stopping at a generous distance that they knew wouldn't make them uncomfortable, still grinning foolishly and giggling, looking to them for approval.
"Saaaaay it," Yarra demanded, letting out a low, playful hiss with that forked tongue of hers. "Best. Succubus. Ever. C'mooooon."
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