Themes I would like to explore
-A dark story with a story before the smut principle. Not everything is suffering, but there is undeniable unfairness in the world. Themes like inequality, oppression, racism and corruption occur often in my role plays.-Power dynamics.
-Unloveable monster? There is nothing she isn't ready to do to get what she wants. To many she is a cruel, heartless monster without pity or remorse. Is there any warmth under the ice queen's thick armor? Is it possible to love a monster?
-How the Mighty Have Fallen. He was respected, important and privileged, then something happened (consequences of his own mistake or him having to pay for the sins of others) and he has to endure life under her influence. The power dynamic is the main reason for friction between the two.
-Switch with resistance. Instead of a sub who is eager to please and even happier being dominated, I'm looking for a switch who doesn't like the situation he is in, but puts up with it out of necessity. He might be verbal about it, but understands the boundaries he has. He enjoys the sexual aspect of their relationship, but refuses to admit it because it's wrong in many ways.
Current cravings:
There should be two storylines. One is a dark romance between our characters. There is going to be tension between them, but they should turn from enemies to lovers eventually. The second is a story arc, the actual plot of the role play.-A loser gets the hottie
This is the kind of kink I don’t have. A pitiful guy who has a girl fall head over heels for him because of a spell, a magic item, him having basic manners or something similar. If I can’t find the char appealing, it’s going to be extremely difficult (and unlikely) to write any erotic content where the char is involved.
-Become my reason to live
He is suicidal person who doesn’t care about anything and is just waiting for an excuse to die. There is no one he cares about, nothing he is interested in or what motivates him. Basically he is dead inside and awaits her to give him motivation and passion.
-Seduce me
She is supposed to charm or seduce him for whatever reason. There aren’t enough words to describe how done I’m with that. I have played countless times a girl who seduces a reluctant, stubborn or reluctant guy and not once has someone returned the favor by giving even half of the effort and creativity I put in playing my girl. Unless you have role played with me before, it’s not your fault and I’m sorry you have to suffer for the mistakes of others.
This is the kind of kink I don’t have. A pitiful guy who has a girl fall head over heels for him because of a spell, a magic item, him having basic manners or something similar. If I can’t find the char appealing, it’s going to be extremely difficult (and unlikely) to write any erotic content where the char is involved.
-Become my reason to live
He is suicidal person who doesn’t care about anything and is just waiting for an excuse to die. There is no one he cares about, nothing he is interested in or what motivates him. Basically he is dead inside and awaits her to give him motivation and passion.
-Seduce me
She is supposed to charm or seduce him for whatever reason. There aren’t enough words to describe how done I’m with that. I have played countless times a girl who seduces a reluctant, stubborn or reluctant guy and not once has someone returned the favor by giving even half of the effort and creativity I put in playing my girl. Unless you have role played with me before, it’s not your fault and I’m sorry you have to suffer for the mistakes of others.
Basics
-Posting pace. Once a day or multiple posts per day on some days per week. The more the better. Activity below required is a deal breaker.
-Post length. 3-5 paragraphs on average. More is desirable.
-Post form. 3rd person, past tense, in threads. In PMs if necessary.
-Story > Smut. I don't steer away from writing smut, but I want it to happen naturally so it feels like something the chars would do and fits the story.
-From oneshot to a long term story. I would want to start with a sex free oneshot to see how we match and after that we can plan and roleplay a long term story.
-Faceclaims. Anime or art FCs. (At the moment I would love to use this and even more I would like you to use this. We can probably use other FCs too if you want to.) As a new addition I'm interested in doing something with this with smile through the pain kinda personality (ask more in PMs if curious).
-No AI posts. I have no problem with using AI for grammar checking, getting ideas (names, places, picture references etc), but posts themselves should be written by a person I'm roleplaying with.
-Episodic story. The roleplay will happen in scenes, where each scene has a beginning and some kind of goal. That way we can keep the story moving forward and if there is a need for a break, it's good to time between the scenes.
-Communication. I can't stress enough the importance of good communication. Don't like something? Tell me. Like something, happy to hear that too. Got a new idea or want to change something? Do tell me. Want break day/s? Okay. Want to quit? Be decent and tell me instead of ghosting. We should be able to communicate freely. I will be open with you, you do the same with me. At best we are going to be playing for a long time together and create some amazing stories. In the worst case scenario we are one experience richer and go our separate ways.
Something about Kissa
-Cis female from Finland. (Be emotionally prepared for broken english!)
-Over 20 years roleplaying experience. I can write story, smut, side characters, do worldbuilding.
-OOC friendly. I like brainstorming as much as roleplaying. Comments and suggestions about the roleplay are welcome too. I'm happy to chat about other stuff too, like movies/series, games and memes.
-Favorite genres: Fantasy (high fantasy medieval or modern) and sometimes sci-fi. Original settings.
You
-I hope you are someone who is an experienced roleplayer, comfortable writing detailed posts, playing side characters in addition to your own and take actively part in planning. In short, I'm looking for equal effort. Your english is on the same level as mine or better.
-Similar enough kinks. Further down in the post are some of my O/Os. We can discuss about details in PMs.
-Commitment. This means acknowledging that not every moment in a roleplay is going to be peak cinema. For highs we need downs too. There has to be quiet moments so thrilling moments have room to shine. I'm hoping for you to commit to the roleplay, instead of ghosting or slowing down, even when there is nothing super exciting happening. For me slice of life scenes are the moments where my commitment is tested, but I understand how important they are for pacing of the story, development of the chars and in general giving the roleplay space to breathe, so I write them. With the right partner and characters they aren't even that bad.
-Honest feedback. I will be honest with you and I'm expecting the same from you.
Let me know when there is something you enjoy, even more, tell me when there is something you don't like. If there is something wrong, we can try to edit/change it, skip over it or in the worst case drop the roleplay and maybe make something else. To me it's important you like our roleplay too and I don't want to force anyone to write something they don't like.
-Bonus points for knowing how to add face claims to posts, but not mandatory.
If you want to contact me, PM me.
No posting in this thread.
When you message me, please tell me what in the thread caught your attention and appealed to you.
Let me also know if you have some potential dealbreakers, some questions or something else you think I should know.
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Friction
I love it when there is friction between chars. They don't need to get along all the time. To be honest, I find it boring when chars get along too well and everything is just smooth sailing and loveydovey. I love it when there is tension between the chars because of their social status or because they don't get along. They can argue and even fight.
Spicing up vanilla
You can expect everything vanilla from smut scenes. That's default. Everything outside vanilla is meant to spice up things, meaning those kinks are optional and even those that will be used don't have to be used all the time. I prefer using more special kinks now and then only so they won't lose their shine.
Failures
Don't be afraid to fail. Sometimes things don't go as planned. It's not the end of the world. It's not even the end of the scene. There are many different routes to the destination and if one of them isn't working, there are still other routes left.
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Slice of Life
SoL is a genre I don't enjoy. I will do it in small doses because not every moment can be full of action and dramatic moments. Slower and more peaceful moments are part of good story development. I just don't want the RP to revolve around SoL.
Ghosting
There is nothing in roleplaying I hate as much as ghosting. Have the basic consideration to tell me we are ending our roleplay instead of leaving me hanging. Ghosting is rude and it's sad it's so common that I need to write this here.
Everything goes
There are people who are okay with everything, but in my experience most of the time people who say they are okay with everything lack interest. These people have been awfully flakey and quite honestly, a burden to play with. I can't read your mind, so tell me what you like and don't like. If you aren't interested in roleplaying, I'm not going to force you to do it or jump through hoops to maybe make you interested.
Reactive posting
This means writing a post where all you do is respond to what was said or done and do nothing else. Move the scene forward. Ask something, do something. Occasional reactive posts are okay and sometimes even necessary, but it's selfish if one does reactive posts only all the time.
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Hairy guys
Licking is one of my main kinks. That and I don't find hairy guys appealing, which is why facial hair and body hair is a dealbreaker to me.
Anal fixation
I will be happy to include some anal action in steamy scenes sometimes, but the main focus should be on what she has to offer on the front side. If anal plays a big importance to you, I'm afraid we won't be a good match.
Fandom
I don't know lore of any setting well enough to play fandom and I'm not interested in studying lore for roleplaying.
Basic anime protagonist
With this I mean a character who has no personality, can't make decisions and/or complains all the time, but all girls are falling for him because he has manners of a decent human being.
Happy clueless character
I have played this type of chars a lot but at the moment I don't want to play the happy idiot kind of character. Perhaps this will change one day, but right now it's not something I want to do.
Subby subs
I like putting your character in a submissive position, where he has to tolerate what he gets, but I don't want a submissive sub. I want resistance and defiance, strong will and stubbornness. A character who rolls over, accepts everything happily and asks for more is uninteresting to me.
Friction
I love it when there is friction between chars. They don't need to get along all the time. To be honest, I find it boring when chars get along too well and everything is just smooth sailing and loveydovey. I love it when there is tension between the chars because of their social status or because they don't get along. They can argue and even fight.
Spicing up vanilla
You can expect everything vanilla from smut scenes. That's default. Everything outside vanilla is meant to spice up things, meaning those kinks are optional and even those that will be used don't have to be used all the time. I prefer using more special kinks now and then only so they won't lose their shine.
Failures
Don't be afraid to fail. Sometimes things don't go as planned. It's not the end of the world. It's not even the end of the scene. There are many different routes to the destination and if one of them isn't working, there are still other routes left.
-Affection
-Aphrodisiacs
-Consensual/Dubcon
-Creampie
-Cuddling
-Double penetration
-Ear play
-Facefucking
-Foreplay
-Incest
-Master/Slave
-MMF
-Multiple orgasms
-Oral
-Orgasm denial
-Pegging
-Plottwists
-Romance
-Roughness
-Spanking
-Tail pulling
-Teasing
-Uniforms
-Vaginal
-Aphrodisiacs
-Consensual/Dubcon
-Creampie
-Cuddling
-Double penetration
-Ear play
-Facefucking
-Foreplay
-Incest
-Master/Slave
-MMF
-Multiple orgasms
-Oral
-Orgasm denial
-Pegging
-Plottwists
-Romance
-Roughness
-Spanking
-Tail pulling
-Teasing
-Uniforms
-Vaginal
Slice of Life
SoL is a genre I don't enjoy. I will do it in small doses because not every moment can be full of action and dramatic moments. Slower and more peaceful moments are part of good story development. I just don't want the RP to revolve around SoL.
Ghosting
There is nothing in roleplaying I hate as much as ghosting. Have the basic consideration to tell me we are ending our roleplay instead of leaving me hanging. Ghosting is rude and it's sad it's so common that I need to write this here.
Everything goes
There are people who are okay with everything, but in my experience most of the time people who say they are okay with everything lack interest. These people have been awfully flakey and quite honestly, a burden to play with. I can't read your mind, so tell me what you like and don't like. If you aren't interested in roleplaying, I'm not going to force you to do it or jump through hoops to maybe make you interested.
Reactive posting
This means writing a post where all you do is respond to what was said or done and do nothing else. Move the scene forward. Ask something, do something. Occasional reactive posts are okay and sometimes even necessary, but it's selfish if one does reactive posts only all the time.
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Hairy guys
Licking is one of my main kinks. That and I don't find hairy guys appealing, which is why facial hair and body hair is a dealbreaker to me.
Anal fixation
I will be happy to include some anal action in steamy scenes sometimes, but the main focus should be on what she has to offer on the front side. If anal plays a big importance to you, I'm afraid we won't be a good match.
Fandom
I don't know lore of any setting well enough to play fandom and I'm not interested in studying lore for roleplaying.
Basic anime protagonist
With this I mean a character who has no personality, can't make decisions and/or complains all the time, but all girls are falling for him because he has manners of a decent human being.
Happy clueless character
I have played this type of chars a lot but at the moment I don't want to play the happy idiot kind of character. Perhaps this will change one day, but right now it's not something I want to do.
Subby subs
I like putting your character in a submissive position, where he has to tolerate what he gets, but I don't want a submissive sub. I want resistance and defiance, strong will and stubbornness. A character who rolls over, accepts everything happily and asks for more is uninteresting to me.
-Ass to mouth
-Rimming
-Trans male
-Gore (sexual), watersports and such
-Rimming
-Trans male
-Gore (sexual), watersports and such
Before moving to a long term story I want to test character dynamic and our compatibility as writers with a oneshot. If we use my idea (presented below) I would like you to come up with an interesting oneshot idea and vice versa. If we brainstorm something together from scratch then we plan the oneshot together too.
These ideas have ready character dynamics and there is a good ground for a main storyline and small side stories. By default FCs are Diluc (Genshin) x Kii (Azur Lane). If you have any questions or would like to change some parts we can discuss that in PMs. You’ll likely notice which parts I have left vague for your character so you can use your own discretion in char creation.
Before Ashbourne had pledged his older son to lord Vanlith as a sign of his loyalty. The son is said to be murdered by Vanlith’s men when they found out about the situation within the city, but his body was never found.
Now Ashbourne rules Ravia as new overlord. House Vanlith is no more, at least not in its former form. Vanlith’s daughter fled to Undercity, followed by those who refused to believe accusations against the deceased lord Vanlith. With the support of those people Anjira Vanlith bulldozed her way to the top of Undercity, becoming the new Crimelord.
She knows the man in charge of the Uppercity is a true snake. Her father had found the truth about the crimes of Ashbourne and was about to reveal the truth and deliver just punishment to him. They had never murdered the son of Ashbourne either. Anjira knew this as she had personally taken to a monastery where he had been all these years. Ashbourne had framed her father for his own crimes and even tried to use them to kill his own son because he was becoming a problem to him. The son had a power that would become stronger the older he got and controlling it would become harder. Such power was considered more as a curse than a blessing, so she understood why he wanted to get rid of the problematic child.
Nevertheless, the boy was a piece she was ready to use in this gamble. It was time to bring the heir of Ashbourne back home and make him assist her in making things right by assassinating overlord Ashbourne.
In the past centuries the empire of Calenthor had swallowed many of its neighboring nations, affiliating them to itself. After several decades of peaceful life Calenthor marched its troops across the border and attacked Rheingard, country of the humans. Rheingard survived against the empire forces surprisingly long before it fell. At first there more or less united rebels used guerilla tactics against the imperials, but as time passed their numbers dwindled and support of their own countrymen decreased. Ordinary people just wanted to continue their lives, try to adjust to the change and not become a target of merciless interrogations and punishments of the imperial officials. Just a suspicion of conspiring with the rebels was enough for a whole family to meet a horrendous end.
He was one of the last freedom fighters, captured with a handful of his comrades. They were all locked in a dungeon, awaiting for a public execution, when a mysterious noble vulpi woman appeared. It was strange enough as it was because vulpis, even less noble ones, didn’t bother coming this far on the borderlands for without a good reason.
She offered him a chance to have a new life. Tomorrow he would die either way. If he vowed his obedience to her only the rebel known as him would cease to exist but he could continue living as a new person somewhere else.
Anjira wasn’t making this offer out of the kindness of her heart or because she felt some kind of empathy towards the rebels. She needed this man’s help in what she wanted to achieve. Anjira was the sole survivor of House Vanlith. Her husband and his whole family had been executed for a crime he hadn’t done. The widow was allowed to keep her title while most of her lands were taken. Most of the nobles had forgotten the lonely woman living in the far corner of northern Calenthor.
Anjira hadn’t forgotten. There was only one thing that kept her going. Revenge. Anjira might have gone crazy by sorrow, but she was still smart enough to understand she would need a good plan to have any chance of achieving her goal. There was nothing she wasn’t ready to do. No sin or crime that would be too much.
The vulpi woman had read books about dragons. People believed the dragons were just mythical creatures living in stories, but there were some writings claiming otherwise. There had been people who had believed the dragons had actually existed, but they chose to hide and disguise themselves after being taken advantage of for their powers. There were still individuals who had blood of a dragon running in their veins, although it would be diluted at this point. Anjira was searching for someone with dragon blood, someone whose dragon blood she could awake to turn him into a real dragon.
Perhaps this time she will succeed…
This is one of the most thoroughly thought out story ideas I have at the moment, but it also has the most challenging character dynamic because she is like an ice queen and not that interested in sexual interactions. She is cold, distant and doesn’t reach out to him and is stuck in the past, which leaves the burden of being the one making initiative and moving the relationship past being associates to your character. Definitely a slow burn.
Casterville is one of the few remaining sanctuaries in North America. Inside its tall walls Casterville is hiding a secret from other cities. People have been relying on Zerons in their doomed fight against the sins, but Casterville has been doing so even more than the other sanctuaries. They produced vast numbers of Zerons and they were treated like expendable goods.
One night the Zerons stood against their masters. Many thought the Zerons were physically unable to defy or harm the humans. It was a false belief. For one who was made to die anyway, dying for freedom was a fight they couldn’t lose. They would be free alive or in death. The Zerons knew where to strike and they quickly incapacitated all important communication channels within the city and assassinated political leaders and key figures in military and police forces.
The unbelievable happened in Casterville. The Zerons became masters of the city. Many of them remembered all the suffering and humiliation they had had to endure when serving the humans and those grudges would manifest in how they would treat the humans. Most of Casterville’s population were still humans, but even if their numbers were larger, normal people wouldn’t dare to stand against a creature which was made to fight.
The Zerons established a Liege and Hund system, which was basically slavery. Only Zerons could purchase a Liege license which permitted owning a Hund, a person who had become a slave willingly or unwillingly. There were people who wanted to become Hunds because by being someone’s possession they could enjoy their Liege’s protection. A free human was free prey for any whim a Zeron could have as laws protecting people from abuse of the Zerons were rarely enforced.
Anjira is one of the three generals of Casterville, which makes her practically one of the rulers as councilmen are merely puppets who follow orders given to them. She is one of the Zerons who suffered in the hands of the humans and those severe traumas have molded her into the person she is today. She is sadistic and cruel, which is only worsened by her volatile temperament.
Anjira has her own personal revenge project going on. She murdered his father with her own hands and promised the man she would destroy his only son. Breaking his body wasn’t enough. The Charite had to see the man’s desperation, witness his will breaking when he realized he couldn’t stop her. If asked, that was the best night of her life.
Unfortunately Anjira was too late to take his mother’s life too, but the boy was alive and she took him under her wing. As soon as the Liege and Hund system was formed she made him a Hund and set a collar around his neck. She was a horrible mother figure, lacking all motherly instincts and housekeeping skills. She put him in the best schools, paid his hobbies, kept him clothed and fed. Materially the boy didn’t miss anything.
Emotionally his life was a rollercoaster. She could slash him verbally and the Charite didn’t hesitate using physical violence either. Being slapped for doing something she didn’t agree with gained a swift slap across face and sometimes she would throw him with a random object for no apparent reason. Then on some days she was the most endearing being, telling the boy how she loved him, cuddling him and spoiling him with positive attention.
Anjira’s great revenge plan was making the boy fall in love with her and then break his little innocent heart by telling him who had killed his father and how all of this had been only a pretense. However, years had passed and now he was an adult and the line between lie and truth had become obscure…
This is a very special kind of dynamic. It’s likely the most abusive and twisted of these story dynamics, but at the same time there is some tenderness and sweetness. This is my most sadistic, meanest and kinkiest version of Anjira.
There was a time when only a few knew about the existence of magic, supernatural beings and veil, the barrier between the world of mortals and magical beings. When the veil became weak, during the Devil’s Hour, unnatural beings could slip to this world. Their actions and their consequences were simply overruled as inexplicable incidents. A small group of dedicated people worked in secret to keep the supernatural beings in check and maintain their existence as a secret from the general public.
Then something happened. The veil was stripped down and monstrous creatures entered this world. How are people supposed to be able to fight against such powerful things with only swords and spears? The current state of the veil made possible things that were impossible before. It opened a connection to the plane of the dead. Souls of the deceased were brought back to fight the enemy, again and again, as even if they died they were resurrected again. Every death erased a part of their memories till they would be nothing more than obedient zombies.
The resurrected have gained an ability to use magic, which makes even those, who weren’t fighters when alive, useful soldiers in the battle against the fiends. Before the fall of the veil there were rare cases of people who could use very weak magic. Now magical weapons bring magical abilities available to everyone who has access to them. Scientists and scholars have found a way to restore magic in crystals thus creating magic batteries, which make it possible for a weapon to do a specific magical function as long as the crystal has energy.
Despite these great inventions the fiends are gaining more ground as time passes. It’s hard not to fall in despair. There might even be people who believe it’s better to ally with their coming overlords now and get the best benefits possible by cooperating than sacrificing their lives in a losing war…
Setting and story. As you might notice, this setting and story still have many unanswered questions. I haven’t figured out all the details, just the general picture of things. In other words, there is room for your input and creativity too.
Characters. For this I would prefer Smile through the pain kinda character type instead of the one in all the previous ideas. He would be someone important, who feels the weight of responsibility for his decisions on his shoulders. The world is a cruel place. There is plenty of depression and sadness around him, people losing their hope and direction. In the middle of all the misery, someone has to keep it together and remain sane. He is fully aware of everything bad, but hides his true feelings deep, behind smiling, witty, easygoing and almost cheerful demeanor. In short a person who leads resurrected ones to their deaths time after time and it’s eating him from within bit by bit.
My character personality would likely be rather submissive, preferring to please others over keeping her own boundaries. Under the surface she is quite melancholic.
I’m still looking for MC FC, but for YC I wish Jing Yuan, but we can discuss about other FCs too.
These ideas have ready character dynamics and there is a good ground for a main storyline and small side stories. By default FCs are Diluc (Genshin) x Kii (Azur Lane). If you have any questions or would like to change some parts we can discuss that in PMs. You’ll likely notice which parts I have left vague for your character so you can use your own discretion in char creation.
Mysterious gates to Hell began appearing in Midore. Monstrous creatures brought bloodshed, terror and violence in their wake. A war broke out between the people of the realm and the newcomers. With desperation and passion they defended their lands… in vain. Nation after another fell when facing the overwhelming enemy forces. King of Hell becomes a sole ruler of both Hell and Midore. However, soon after the victory has been ensured the king assigns his general to rule Midore in his stead as he returns back to Hell.
Route 1 - Spark of Defiance
It’s decades after Midore lost the war against the demons. The majority of people have been enslaved and they are treated like cattle, if not worse. There are still some stubborn freedom fighters alive, hiding in the wilderness or a few free towns. Their assassination attempt on a demon general was successful… Unfortunately it meant nothing as the deceased general was soon replaced by another one and nothing changed.
As killing general wasn’t going to solve anything the rebels adapted a new strategy: gathering intel for finding a way to seal the gates to Hell for good. For this reason they were ready to play the risky game of infiltration among the enemy. He is a freedom fighter who willingly becomes a slave so an ally demon can present him as a gift to the new general.
Being someone who can heal and use holy/light magic makes him unusually valuable so perhaps he will live long enough in her service to get her to trust him to tell him something worth dying for…
Route 2 - Chains of Obligation
There is chaos after the war. Hordes of demons are roaming freely wreaking havoc wherever they go. In midst of all the disarray the demon king’s general is trying to create order by placing people loyal to her as rulers of the conquered nations. A political marriage is part of this plan, which is why she has decided to officially marry a man, whose father was a king who conveniently died during the war. He can turn down her marriage proposal but it would mean his own death and certain demise of his people as there would be no one to speak on their behalf. As much as he might hate the idea of marrying an enemy it’s the only way he can have some say in what happens to his people in future.
General Vanlith doesn’t want Midore to become a second Hell. This world is more beneficial to her when it’s kept even somewhat peaceful and in order. The demons are chaotic beings, most of them unable to think rationally and do more than follow their primal urges. For Midore to flourish Vanlith needs its people. They are working bees necessary for this realm’s functionality.
Her motives are purely selfish. Prosperous and productive Midore means an improvement in the quality of her life. That isn’t the only thing the general wants. There is someone above her, someone who gives her orders she has to follow. What kind of demon wouldn’t want her freedom? True freedom and power in Midore can be acquired only by cutting all connection to Hell, permanently.
Route 1 - Spark of Defiance
It’s decades after Midore lost the war against the demons. The majority of people have been enslaved and they are treated like cattle, if not worse. There are still some stubborn freedom fighters alive, hiding in the wilderness or a few free towns. Their assassination attempt on a demon general was successful… Unfortunately it meant nothing as the deceased general was soon replaced by another one and nothing changed.
As killing general wasn’t going to solve anything the rebels adapted a new strategy: gathering intel for finding a way to seal the gates to Hell for good. For this reason they were ready to play the risky game of infiltration among the enemy. He is a freedom fighter who willingly becomes a slave so an ally demon can present him as a gift to the new general.
Being someone who can heal and use holy/light magic makes him unusually valuable so perhaps he will live long enough in her service to get her to trust him to tell him something worth dying for…
Route 2 - Chains of Obligation
There is chaos after the war. Hordes of demons are roaming freely wreaking havoc wherever they go. In midst of all the disarray the demon king’s general is trying to create order by placing people loyal to her as rulers of the conquered nations. A political marriage is part of this plan, which is why she has decided to officially marry a man, whose father was a king who conveniently died during the war. He can turn down her marriage proposal but it would mean his own death and certain demise of his people as there would be no one to speak on their behalf. As much as he might hate the idea of marrying an enemy it’s the only way he can have some say in what happens to his people in future.
General Vanlith doesn’t want Midore to become a second Hell. This world is more beneficial to her when it’s kept even somewhat peaceful and in order. The demons are chaotic beings, most of them unable to think rationally and do more than follow their primal urges. For Midore to flourish Vanlith needs its people. They are working bees necessary for this realm’s functionality.
Her motives are purely selfish. Prosperous and productive Midore means an improvement in the quality of her life. That isn’t the only thing the general wants. There is someone above her, someone who gives her orders she has to follow. What kind of demon wouldn’t want her freedom? True freedom and power in Midore can be acquired only by cutting all connection to Hell, permanently.
Ravia - Sins of Our Fathers
(Fantasy / Some kinda punk | Can apply my original setting Ravia for this)
Over a decade ago Ravia went through drastic changes in its power hierarchy. Warlord Ashbourne revealed atrocious crimes overlord Vanlith had committed. The revelation was shocking as people of Ravia had always believed Vanlith to be a good and honorable man. The clash between Vanlith and his warlords was bloody but brief. Overlord and those who remained loyal to him till the end died in the fight.(Fantasy / Some kinda punk | Can apply my original setting Ravia for this)
Before Ashbourne had pledged his older son to lord Vanlith as a sign of his loyalty. The son is said to be murdered by Vanlith’s men when they found out about the situation within the city, but his body was never found.
Now Ashbourne rules Ravia as new overlord. House Vanlith is no more, at least not in its former form. Vanlith’s daughter fled to Undercity, followed by those who refused to believe accusations against the deceased lord Vanlith. With the support of those people Anjira Vanlith bulldozed her way to the top of Undercity, becoming the new Crimelord.
She knows the man in charge of the Uppercity is a true snake. Her father had found the truth about the crimes of Ashbourne and was about to reveal the truth and deliver just punishment to him. They had never murdered the son of Ashbourne either. Anjira knew this as she had personally taken to a monastery where he had been all these years. Ashbourne had framed her father for his own crimes and even tried to use them to kill his own son because he was becoming a problem to him. The son had a power that would become stronger the older he got and controlling it would become harder. Such power was considered more as a curse than a blessing, so she understood why he wanted to get rid of the problematic child.
Nevertheless, the boy was a piece she was ready to use in this gamble. It was time to bring the heir of Ashbourne back home and make him assist her in making things right by assassinating overlord Ashbourne.
Fire of Revenge
(Medieval Fantasy)
(Medieval Fantasy)
In the past centuries the empire of Calenthor had swallowed many of its neighboring nations, affiliating them to itself. After several decades of peaceful life Calenthor marched its troops across the border and attacked Rheingard, country of the humans. Rheingard survived against the empire forces surprisingly long before it fell. At first there more or less united rebels used guerilla tactics against the imperials, but as time passed their numbers dwindled and support of their own countrymen decreased. Ordinary people just wanted to continue their lives, try to adjust to the change and not become a target of merciless interrogations and punishments of the imperial officials. Just a suspicion of conspiring with the rebels was enough for a whole family to meet a horrendous end.
He was one of the last freedom fighters, captured with a handful of his comrades. They were all locked in a dungeon, awaiting for a public execution, when a mysterious noble vulpi woman appeared. It was strange enough as it was because vulpis, even less noble ones, didn’t bother coming this far on the borderlands for without a good reason.
She offered him a chance to have a new life. Tomorrow he would die either way. If he vowed his obedience to her only the rebel known as him would cease to exist but he could continue living as a new person somewhere else.
Anjira wasn’t making this offer out of the kindness of her heart or because she felt some kind of empathy towards the rebels. She needed this man’s help in what she wanted to achieve. Anjira was the sole survivor of House Vanlith. Her husband and his whole family had been executed for a crime he hadn’t done. The widow was allowed to keep her title while most of her lands were taken. Most of the nobles had forgotten the lonely woman living in the far corner of northern Calenthor.
Anjira hadn’t forgotten. There was only one thing that kept her going. Revenge. Anjira might have gone crazy by sorrow, but she was still smart enough to understand she would need a good plan to have any chance of achieving her goal. There was nothing she wasn’t ready to do. No sin or crime that would be too much.
The vulpi woman had read books about dragons. People believed the dragons were just mythical creatures living in stories, but there were some writings claiming otherwise. There had been people who had believed the dragons had actually existed, but they chose to hide and disguise themselves after being taken advantage of for their powers. There were still individuals who had blood of a dragon running in their veins, although it would be diluted at this point. Anjira was searching for someone with dragon blood, someone whose dragon blood she could awake to turn him into a real dragon.
Perhaps this time she will succeed…
This is one of the most thoroughly thought out story ideas I have at the moment, but it also has the most challenging character dynamic because she is like an ice queen and not that interested in sexual interactions. She is cold, distant and doesn’t reach out to him and is stuck in the past, which leaves the burden of being the one making initiative and moving the relationship past being associates to your character. Definitely a slow burn.
Casterville is one of the few remaining sanctuaries in North America. Inside its tall walls Casterville is hiding a secret from other cities. People have been relying on Zerons in their doomed fight against the sins, but Casterville has been doing so even more than the other sanctuaries. They produced vast numbers of Zerons and they were treated like expendable goods.
One night the Zerons stood against their masters. Many thought the Zerons were physically unable to defy or harm the humans. It was a false belief. For one who was made to die anyway, dying for freedom was a fight they couldn’t lose. They would be free alive or in death. The Zerons knew where to strike and they quickly incapacitated all important communication channels within the city and assassinated political leaders and key figures in military and police forces.
The unbelievable happened in Casterville. The Zerons became masters of the city. Many of them remembered all the suffering and humiliation they had had to endure when serving the humans and those grudges would manifest in how they would treat the humans. Most of Casterville’s population were still humans, but even if their numbers were larger, normal people wouldn’t dare to stand against a creature which was made to fight.
The Zerons established a Liege and Hund system, which was basically slavery. Only Zerons could purchase a Liege license which permitted owning a Hund, a person who had become a slave willingly or unwillingly. There were people who wanted to become Hunds because by being someone’s possession they could enjoy their Liege’s protection. A free human was free prey for any whim a Zeron could have as laws protecting people from abuse of the Zerons were rarely enforced.
Anjira is one of the three generals of Casterville, which makes her practically one of the rulers as councilmen are merely puppets who follow orders given to them. She is one of the Zerons who suffered in the hands of the humans and those severe traumas have molded her into the person she is today. She is sadistic and cruel, which is only worsened by her volatile temperament.
Anjira has her own personal revenge project going on. She murdered his father with her own hands and promised the man she would destroy his only son. Breaking his body wasn’t enough. The Charite had to see the man’s desperation, witness his will breaking when he realized he couldn’t stop her. If asked, that was the best night of her life.
Unfortunately Anjira was too late to take his mother’s life too, but the boy was alive and she took him under her wing. As soon as the Liege and Hund system was formed she made him a Hund and set a collar around his neck. She was a horrible mother figure, lacking all motherly instincts and housekeeping skills. She put him in the best schools, paid his hobbies, kept him clothed and fed. Materially the boy didn’t miss anything.
Emotionally his life was a rollercoaster. She could slash him verbally and the Charite didn’t hesitate using physical violence either. Being slapped for doing something she didn’t agree with gained a swift slap across face and sometimes she would throw him with a random object for no apparent reason. Then on some days she was the most endearing being, telling the boy how she loved him, cuddling him and spoiling him with positive attention.
Anjira’s great revenge plan was making the boy fall in love with her and then break his little innocent heart by telling him who had killed his father and how all of this had been only a pretense. However, years had passed and now he was an adult and the line between lie and truth had become obscure…
This is a very special kind of dynamic. It’s likely the most abusive and twisted of these story dynamics, but at the same time there is some tenderness and sweetness. This is my most sadistic, meanest and kinkiest version of Anjira.
Resurrected to Die
(Modern-ish Fantasy)
(Modern-ish Fantasy)
There was a time when only a few knew about the existence of magic, supernatural beings and veil, the barrier between the world of mortals and magical beings. When the veil became weak, during the Devil’s Hour, unnatural beings could slip to this world. Their actions and their consequences were simply overruled as inexplicable incidents. A small group of dedicated people worked in secret to keep the supernatural beings in check and maintain their existence as a secret from the general public.
Then something happened. The veil was stripped down and monstrous creatures entered this world. How are people supposed to be able to fight against such powerful things with only swords and spears? The current state of the veil made possible things that were impossible before. It opened a connection to the plane of the dead. Souls of the deceased were brought back to fight the enemy, again and again, as even if they died they were resurrected again. Every death erased a part of their memories till they would be nothing more than obedient zombies.
The resurrected have gained an ability to use magic, which makes even those, who weren’t fighters when alive, useful soldiers in the battle against the fiends. Before the fall of the veil there were rare cases of people who could use very weak magic. Now magical weapons bring magical abilities available to everyone who has access to them. Scientists and scholars have found a way to restore magic in crystals thus creating magic batteries, which make it possible for a weapon to do a specific magical function as long as the crystal has energy.
Despite these great inventions the fiends are gaining more ground as time passes. It’s hard not to fall in despair. There might even be people who believe it’s better to ally with their coming overlords now and get the best benefits possible by cooperating than sacrificing their lives in a losing war…
Setting and story. As you might notice, this setting and story still have many unanswered questions. I haven’t figured out all the details, just the general picture of things. In other words, there is room for your input and creativity too.
Characters. For this I would prefer Smile through the pain kinda character type instead of the one in all the previous ideas. He would be someone important, who feels the weight of responsibility for his decisions on his shoulders. The world is a cruel place. There is plenty of depression and sadness around him, people losing their hope and direction. In the middle of all the misery, someone has to keep it together and remain sane. He is fully aware of everything bad, but hides his true feelings deep, behind smiling, witty, easygoing and almost cheerful demeanor. In short a person who leads resurrected ones to their deaths time after time and it’s eating him from within bit by bit.
My character personality would likely be rather submissive, preferring to please others over keeping her own boundaries. Under the surface she is quite melancholic.
I’m still looking for MC FC, but for YC I wish Jing Yuan, but we can discuss about other FCs too.
Just as she had expected. The Prince didn't want to give up easily. This would have been rather dull if he had just rolled over instantly. Anjira believed the silly puppy knew he had no chance of getting out of this situation. He was doomed no matter what he did. There was no return to his old life, no matter what happened.
"Perhaps." Anjira admitted when John said their ideas of peace were different. "Surviving is better than being obliterated." The demoness smiled at his words. They amused her at the moment. "They are jealous of my power. It has nothing to do with such childish beliefs as good and bad. Those who are weak will always be jealous of those who are strong and try to destroy them. I know some of the history of your world. There have been rulers who people have considered as good, yet they have met their end violently either in the hands of their own subjects or assassins. If being good mattered, such things wouldn't have happened."
"Those weaklings are free to try! I'm not afraid of their little schemes and pitiful attempts to defeat me." The vixen laughed and shook her head like the man had just told her a good jest.
When John leaned forward the woman quickly snatched his chin between her fingers and observed him like he was some kind of rare animal. "You are pretty… It would be a waste to ruin such a pretty face." Gently she patted his cheek and let go then.
"I will make this easy for you. You have the freedom of choice, my dear Prince. You can save your people from a complete destruction. You know already I'm a monster, so their end won't be swift, but they will all perish nevertheless. Instead of being enemies we can be allies. It's a great honor. You could be part of something far greater than ruling one measly kingdom. You have a chance to make a difference, to improve the lives of those mortals you call your subjects. You are a fool if you think your death will be some great sacrifice that will make a difference. All it is is a waste."
"Ah, I'm getting sidetracked here! In other words, you can become my spouse, you can conquer the rest of the world and rule it with me. You can unite our people and sire my children. I'm sure you are too naive and blind to see what a magnificent opportunity and honor it is for someone like you, so I will tell you what the other option is."
Her smile grew a bit wider. "If you want to turn down the hand of the Queen of Hell, I will lose my interest in you. Instead of celebrating our happy little wedding here, we are going to enjoy a different kind of feast. You get to witness with your own what my people can do to your people. Whatever you are imagining inside that pretty head of yours… I promise you it's going to be worse. After all of them have ceased breathing, it's your turn. I'm going to make sure my men will take their time with you and show special kind of attention and care to you as you are our special guest. You are going to be still alive when we cut small pieces out of you so we can send them to your parents."
"But you don't care what happens to you, right? Afterwards I will scorch down the whole kingdom of Haverdom. Not a single soul will survive. Don't worry. I will pay a visit to your sweet parents and make sure they will get the royal treatment they deserve. Then I shall erase Haverdom and the name of Maxwell from the history books like your pitiful kingdom never existed. It's not the only kingdom and you aren't the only Prince. There are others, and I'm sure one of them will understand how good a deal I'm offering to them."
The demoness stopped talking finally. Her tail waved calmly from side to side. "Now then, my little Prince… What do you choose? Your pride or salvation of your people?" There was a sadistic smile on her face. The vixen spoke about marriage, yet she was clearly ready to see the redhead tortured to death if he didn't give in.
"Perhaps." Anjira admitted when John said their ideas of peace were different. "Surviving is better than being obliterated." The demoness smiled at his words. They amused her at the moment. "They are jealous of my power. It has nothing to do with such childish beliefs as good and bad. Those who are weak will always be jealous of those who are strong and try to destroy them. I know some of the history of your world. There have been rulers who people have considered as good, yet they have met their end violently either in the hands of their own subjects or assassins. If being good mattered, such things wouldn't have happened."
"Those weaklings are free to try! I'm not afraid of their little schemes and pitiful attempts to defeat me." The vixen laughed and shook her head like the man had just told her a good jest.
When John leaned forward the woman quickly snatched his chin between her fingers and observed him like he was some kind of rare animal. "You are pretty… It would be a waste to ruin such a pretty face." Gently she patted his cheek and let go then.
"I will make this easy for you. You have the freedom of choice, my dear Prince. You can save your people from a complete destruction. You know already I'm a monster, so their end won't be swift, but they will all perish nevertheless. Instead of being enemies we can be allies. It's a great honor. You could be part of something far greater than ruling one measly kingdom. You have a chance to make a difference, to improve the lives of those mortals you call your subjects. You are a fool if you think your death will be some great sacrifice that will make a difference. All it is is a waste."
"Ah, I'm getting sidetracked here! In other words, you can become my spouse, you can conquer the rest of the world and rule it with me. You can unite our people and sire my children. I'm sure you are too naive and blind to see what a magnificent opportunity and honor it is for someone like you, so I will tell you what the other option is."
Her smile grew a bit wider. "If you want to turn down the hand of the Queen of Hell, I will lose my interest in you. Instead of celebrating our happy little wedding here, we are going to enjoy a different kind of feast. You get to witness with your own what my people can do to your people. Whatever you are imagining inside that pretty head of yours… I promise you it's going to be worse. After all of them have ceased breathing, it's your turn. I'm going to make sure my men will take their time with you and show special kind of attention and care to you as you are our special guest. You are going to be still alive when we cut small pieces out of you so we can send them to your parents."
"But you don't care what happens to you, right? Afterwards I will scorch down the whole kingdom of Haverdom. Not a single soul will survive. Don't worry. I will pay a visit to your sweet parents and make sure they will get the royal treatment they deserve. Then I shall erase Haverdom and the name of Maxwell from the history books like your pitiful kingdom never existed. It's not the only kingdom and you aren't the only Prince. There are others, and I'm sure one of them will understand how good a deal I'm offering to them."
The demoness stopped talking finally. Her tail waved calmly from side to side. "Now then, my little Prince… What do you choose? Your pride or salvation of your people?" There was a sadistic smile on her face. The vixen spoke about marriage, yet she was clearly ready to see the redhead tortured to death if he didn't give in.
That night Anjira was tired when she was driving back home, but by the time she stepped inside the house she felt energized as she remembered the treat that was waiting for her upstairs. John didn’t look as appealing as she was used to, but the only thing she wanted from him had remained unchanged and that would be enough for her, for now.
The hund’s life was once again firmly in the vixen’s hands. The changes begin on the next day already. Anjira terminated his work contract, making John unemployed till she would decide where to assign him. Meanwhile the redhead had only two things he had to do. The first one was to move whatever he wanted to keep back home. Anjira didn’t bother hiding her joy when she heard the disgusting rat had died. To show some kind of understanding she said they could perhaps get a real pet later if John was so insistent on wanting one. The charite couldn’t understand why he wanted a pet in the first place when he could talk to her and brush her, so what pet could give to him she couldn’t?
The second was getting back in shape. Anjira didn’t hide her disappointment and disgust towards the hund’s softer appearance. Yet he wasn’t unattractive enough to keep her away from having sex with John. He was still her hund and even if he wasn’t as pleasing to look at as she was used to, he could still give her what she wanted in bed. The charite hired a drill instructor to coach John for eight hours six days a week. His diet was changed to a low carb, high protein and fiber diet.
Anjira reasoned it all by saying it was for John’s own good, he would put himself and others at risk if he wasn’t in a good physical condition, like all Hunters should be. Not only that, it would be humiliating if the general’s hund would be the fattest Hunter in the whole Casterville. Her reasons were true, but they both know they weren’t the only reasons why she was so determined to get John back in top shape as soon as possible. Anjira liked the way her hund had looked. He wasn’t a walking pile of lard, luckily, but she missed the defined muscles, thin waist and that overall well toned body. John had ruined her favorite toy! He wasn’t that fun to touch or look at now… The fox wanted to lick her hund, but he didn’t look lickable and that made her sad.
Intense physical training John was subjected to would have been enough to tire anyone, but he was the sergeant general’s hund and so the expectations for him were higher. Anjira dragged John with her to take part in her usual training routines. On the nights John was supposed to satisfy his demanding liege. Anjira had been without sexual release for way too long. Considering how bad her sex addiction was, it was a miracle she hadn’t burnt the whole city down in her frustration.
The hund might feel like he had been demoted to a sex slave and treated like a piece of meat, but having to deal with the fox’s voracious sexual appetite was the price John had to pay for her staying loyal to him through the past two years. He should know Anjira well enough by now to know such a long celibacy had had to be torture to her, yet she had endured it. After she had burnt all the pent up energy she would calm down and become easier to be with, for everyone. So in a way John was doing a favor to everyone in the city. Telling her no or trying to suggest they would have sex tomorrow was a sure way to piss the general off instantly.
As before, Anjira was John’s heaven and hell, all in one fluffy form. She made him feel bad and work out till he was throwing up, and then some more. Then at the same time Anji made John feel like he had a purpose, his place in the world and it was by her side. Just as easily she could say mean things about John’s current appearance, she could give him small gestures of affection, bringing a restaurant meal when she returned home, taking her sore hund to a (male) massager and working out of office so she could be present while John was exercising and sweating like a pig. Knowing that her hund didn’t understand her good intentions and he put more weight on words than actions, Anjira remembered to tell him she loved her, despite everything.
On the nights when John had given everything he was capable of giving to the demanding fox and she curled against his body whispering ‘I love you’ in his ears before closing her eyes, it felt like there was hope for them. Anjira didn’t show her feelings easily, but as far as John could tell, she seemed happy. The charite didn’t need grand gestures to feel loved. She was happy just sharing her time with John, even if they were doing different things. For her it was enough she was there, going through work papers while John focused on his training, tending his flowers or making dinner for them.
Or did she need those grand gestures?
If during the two years they were apart John bothered to think about all the problems that came with Anjira and why she acted the way she did, he might realize at some point she had never said anything about ever dating someone or being in a relationship. The charite didn’t know how normal dates worked because she had never been on one. They weren’t exactly like a boyfriend and girlfriend, but there was a possibility Anjira would have liked those traditional experiences. She had said multiple times how John liked everything boring and romantic… but knowing how obsessed she was about hiding all emotions she considered as signs of weakness, was it possible she never told she wanted something as lame as date nights, not because she didn’t like them, but because she didn’t want to seem weak?
Their communication hadn’t worked at all. Anjira had arranged moments she thought John might like and though she succeeded sometimes, most of the time she had failed at guessing what the hund would like, or then John had interpreted her good intentions as a part of some sadistic plan. When he questioned and doubted her, it hurt the fox’s feelings and being the maniac she was, instead of telling the redhead that, she went on full offense. Like a self fulfilling prophecy, John’s suspicions made originally pure intentions turn into something horrible and in the end they were both unhappy.
It was because she was a liege and he was her hund. John had took his role as a servant and after Anjira got used to John looking after her, by cleaning messes she made, taking things she forgot back to their right places and keeping the house in order in general, she took his effort as granted. For Anjira it was part of his role as a hund and his way of showing affection. Her way was buying gifts and trying to give John happy memories, but the man saw them often more as rewards from a job well done as signs of affection. The inequality in their relationship played a big part in why John hadn’t even tried to arrange the same kind of moments for Anji. That and the fact he didn’t know if the fox would like something like that.
Anjira had her soft side, which she hid and guarded like it was the greatest secret of Casterville. After John returned home he would find out she hadn’t just given him all the photos they had had. She had given John the copies and kept the originals. They didn’t have any photos on display, like normal houses often did, but Anjira had all photos carefully stored. Just like she had kept some of the drawings John had made when he was still a kid. The fox had a huge chest where she kept all gifts John had ever given to her, beginning from ugly tote bag with finger paint flowers and a flower pot with clumsy butterfly pictures on it to dried flowers (she didn’t keep whole bouquets, just one and dried it). As John got older the gifts became more practical and so there was no sense keeping them in the chest.
Years ago the little hund had given her a necklace. It cost just a fraction of what her usual jewelry cost, but because John gave it to her, she wore it. Then in a fight against sins Anjira was almost decapitated, which didn’t bother her nearly as much as that the necklace was destroyed. The necklace held a special meaning to her because it was the first gift that didn’t feel like something a hund would give to his caretaker, but something a man could give to a woman. The charite was sad because she lost her precious gift, but instead of telling that, she said it didn’t matter because the jewelry was cheap and not to her liking in the first place anyway. So she never got a new piece of jewelry from John again.
Anjira loved John with her whole being, but he could falsely think she wanted him only for his dick and to do house chores. The fox charite was broken beyond salvation. One day John would have to realize that if he wanted to stay with her, he had to give up on trying to save her and accept that the only way to be with her was walking in the depths of hell together with her. The fox wanted to be loved as she was, despite her troublesome and dangerous personality. In return she tried to be more flexible with the redhead. The first step was not forcing John to do things he didn’t want to do. That didn’t mean she would let him do whatever he wanted, but she would accept his ‘no’ when he refused some sexual acts that weren’t to his liking or taking part in the atrocities that were horrendous to normal people and exciting to Anjira.
The hund’s life was once again firmly in the vixen’s hands. The changes begin on the next day already. Anjira terminated his work contract, making John unemployed till she would decide where to assign him. Meanwhile the redhead had only two things he had to do. The first one was to move whatever he wanted to keep back home. Anjira didn’t bother hiding her joy when she heard the disgusting rat had died. To show some kind of understanding she said they could perhaps get a real pet later if John was so insistent on wanting one. The charite couldn’t understand why he wanted a pet in the first place when he could talk to her and brush her, so what pet could give to him she couldn’t?
The second was getting back in shape. Anjira didn’t hide her disappointment and disgust towards the hund’s softer appearance. Yet he wasn’t unattractive enough to keep her away from having sex with John. He was still her hund and even if he wasn’t as pleasing to look at as she was used to, he could still give her what she wanted in bed. The charite hired a drill instructor to coach John for eight hours six days a week. His diet was changed to a low carb, high protein and fiber diet.
Anjira reasoned it all by saying it was for John’s own good, he would put himself and others at risk if he wasn’t in a good physical condition, like all Hunters should be. Not only that, it would be humiliating if the general’s hund would be the fattest Hunter in the whole Casterville. Her reasons were true, but they both know they weren’t the only reasons why she was so determined to get John back in top shape as soon as possible. Anjira liked the way her hund had looked. He wasn’t a walking pile of lard, luckily, but she missed the defined muscles, thin waist and that overall well toned body. John had ruined her favorite toy! He wasn’t that fun to touch or look at now… The fox wanted to lick her hund, but he didn’t look lickable and that made her sad.
Intense physical training John was subjected to would have been enough to tire anyone, but he was the sergeant general’s hund and so the expectations for him were higher. Anjira dragged John with her to take part in her usual training routines. On the nights John was supposed to satisfy his demanding liege. Anjira had been without sexual release for way too long. Considering how bad her sex addiction was, it was a miracle she hadn’t burnt the whole city down in her frustration.
The hund might feel like he had been demoted to a sex slave and treated like a piece of meat, but having to deal with the fox’s voracious sexual appetite was the price John had to pay for her staying loyal to him through the past two years. He should know Anjira well enough by now to know such a long celibacy had had to be torture to her, yet she had endured it. After she had burnt all the pent up energy she would calm down and become easier to be with, for everyone. So in a way John was doing a favor to everyone in the city. Telling her no or trying to suggest they would have sex tomorrow was a sure way to piss the general off instantly.
As before, Anjira was John’s heaven and hell, all in one fluffy form. She made him feel bad and work out till he was throwing up, and then some more. Then at the same time Anji made John feel like he had a purpose, his place in the world and it was by her side. Just as easily she could say mean things about John’s current appearance, she could give him small gestures of affection, bringing a restaurant meal when she returned home, taking her sore hund to a (male) massager and working out of office so she could be present while John was exercising and sweating like a pig. Knowing that her hund didn’t understand her good intentions and he put more weight on words than actions, Anjira remembered to tell him she loved her, despite everything.
On the nights when John had given everything he was capable of giving to the demanding fox and she curled against his body whispering ‘I love you’ in his ears before closing her eyes, it felt like there was hope for them. Anjira didn’t show her feelings easily, but as far as John could tell, she seemed happy. The charite didn’t need grand gestures to feel loved. She was happy just sharing her time with John, even if they were doing different things. For her it was enough she was there, going through work papers while John focused on his training, tending his flowers or making dinner for them.
Or did she need those grand gestures?
If during the two years they were apart John bothered to think about all the problems that came with Anjira and why she acted the way she did, he might realize at some point she had never said anything about ever dating someone or being in a relationship. The charite didn’t know how normal dates worked because she had never been on one. They weren’t exactly like a boyfriend and girlfriend, but there was a possibility Anjira would have liked those traditional experiences. She had said multiple times how John liked everything boring and romantic… but knowing how obsessed she was about hiding all emotions she considered as signs of weakness, was it possible she never told she wanted something as lame as date nights, not because she didn’t like them, but because she didn’t want to seem weak?
Their communication hadn’t worked at all. Anjira had arranged moments she thought John might like and though she succeeded sometimes, most of the time she had failed at guessing what the hund would like, or then John had interpreted her good intentions as a part of some sadistic plan. When he questioned and doubted her, it hurt the fox’s feelings and being the maniac she was, instead of telling the redhead that, she went on full offense. Like a self fulfilling prophecy, John’s suspicions made originally pure intentions turn into something horrible and in the end they were both unhappy.
It was because she was a liege and he was her hund. John had took his role as a servant and after Anjira got used to John looking after her, by cleaning messes she made, taking things she forgot back to their right places and keeping the house in order in general, she took his effort as granted. For Anjira it was part of his role as a hund and his way of showing affection. Her way was buying gifts and trying to give John happy memories, but the man saw them often more as rewards from a job well done as signs of affection. The inequality in their relationship played a big part in why John hadn’t even tried to arrange the same kind of moments for Anji. That and the fact he didn’t know if the fox would like something like that.
Anjira had her soft side, which she hid and guarded like it was the greatest secret of Casterville. After John returned home he would find out she hadn’t just given him all the photos they had had. She had given John the copies and kept the originals. They didn’t have any photos on display, like normal houses often did, but Anjira had all photos carefully stored. Just like she had kept some of the drawings John had made when he was still a kid. The fox had a huge chest where she kept all gifts John had ever given to her, beginning from ugly tote bag with finger paint flowers and a flower pot with clumsy butterfly pictures on it to dried flowers (she didn’t keep whole bouquets, just one and dried it). As John got older the gifts became more practical and so there was no sense keeping them in the chest.
Years ago the little hund had given her a necklace. It cost just a fraction of what her usual jewelry cost, but because John gave it to her, she wore it. Then in a fight against sins Anjira was almost decapitated, which didn’t bother her nearly as much as that the necklace was destroyed. The necklace held a special meaning to her because it was the first gift that didn’t feel like something a hund would give to his caretaker, but something a man could give to a woman. The charite was sad because she lost her precious gift, but instead of telling that, she said it didn’t matter because the jewelry was cheap and not to her liking in the first place anyway. So she never got a new piece of jewelry from John again.
Anjira loved John with her whole being, but he could falsely think she wanted him only for his dick and to do house chores. The fox charite was broken beyond salvation. One day John would have to realize that if he wanted to stay with her, he had to give up on trying to save her and accept that the only way to be with her was walking in the depths of hell together with her. The fox wanted to be loved as she was, despite her troublesome and dangerous personality. In return she tried to be more flexible with the redhead. The first step was not forcing John to do things he didn’t want to do. That didn’t mean she would let him do whatever he wanted, but she would accept his ‘no’ when he refused some sexual acts that weren’t to his liking or taking part in the atrocities that were horrendous to normal people and exciting to Anjira.
The reason why Anjira hadn’t already pulled his pants down was that she couldn’t see him having anything worth revealing, but while they, or mostly she, spoke about her little game of fun John fueled an appropriate erection with his hatred towards the fox demon. It would have been embarrassing if the man first rough handled her and then they had to wait for him to jerk himself hard.
The poor Prince didn’t know how the mind of the demoness worked. If he had kept on playing a dead fish she would have lost her interest quickly. Which would have meant more violence or locking John somewhere to wait for her to try again making his life more miserable.
A normal person would have felt scared, dejected or something alike to those feelings when the Prince approached her with such malice, but the cursed creature was absolutely enthralled. She had made the prim and proper Prince descend down to her level, and he didn’t seem to even understand it. Anjira at least tried to fake surprised gasp when the man shoved her down, for his amusement. It didn’t feel that authentic when her tail kept beating air like she was a dog whose owner had returned after years of being away.
Anjira had been expecting something to happen, or then she never wore underwear under her dress. Her head cocked back because of pulling the long hair. The gasp that followed the sudden thrust was more genuine. The fox demon almost purred. Oh fuck… He felt amazing! Just like that… Give me all your hate! Anjira pushed her shapely rear against the man’s pelvis like she didn’t want to miss even a half of an inch of his cock. John could feel how the hot walls of flesh were sucking him in, tightening around his hardness.
“Ahn! You have such a thick cock for a virgin prince. Who have you been watching fucking? You liked that? How do you like being the one who is watched?”
The Queen meant their wedding guests. Behind John’s back were her generals who stood still like threatening statues. In front of them were the Royal Guards who were shocked. Some of them couldn’t bear to see what was happening and turned their gazes elsewhere. The demons were excited. They cheered like the Prince had done some heroic deed. They were a loud lot as they whistled, screamed and made all kinds of weird and animalistic sounds as well as shouted heinous advice for John.
The poor Prince didn’t know how the mind of the demoness worked. If he had kept on playing a dead fish she would have lost her interest quickly. Which would have meant more violence or locking John somewhere to wait for her to try again making his life more miserable.
A normal person would have felt scared, dejected or something alike to those feelings when the Prince approached her with such malice, but the cursed creature was absolutely enthralled. She had made the prim and proper Prince descend down to her level, and he didn’t seem to even understand it. Anjira at least tried to fake surprised gasp when the man shoved her down, for his amusement. It didn’t feel that authentic when her tail kept beating air like she was a dog whose owner had returned after years of being away.
Anjira had been expecting something to happen, or then she never wore underwear under her dress. Her head cocked back because of pulling the long hair. The gasp that followed the sudden thrust was more genuine. The fox demon almost purred. Oh fuck… He felt amazing! Just like that… Give me all your hate! Anjira pushed her shapely rear against the man’s pelvis like she didn’t want to miss even a half of an inch of his cock. John could feel how the hot walls of flesh were sucking him in, tightening around his hardness.
“Ahn! You have such a thick cock for a virgin prince. Who have you been watching fucking? You liked that? How do you like being the one who is watched?”
The Queen meant their wedding guests. Behind John’s back were her generals who stood still like threatening statues. In front of them were the Royal Guards who were shocked. Some of them couldn’t bear to see what was happening and turned their gazes elsewhere. The demons were excited. They cheered like the Prince had done some heroic deed. They were a loud lot as they whistled, screamed and made all kinds of weird and animalistic sounds as well as shouted heinous advice for John.
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