‘You’ and ‘Your’ is only a placeholder for YC’s name. We won't use that tense in an actual RP.
The morning lights strike the double pane glass in a way that you can’t quite recall seeing before, not all of them natural, but each of them refracting off an impossible amount of snow that had built up the night before. Not quite as impossible as the lights, though. They hung from roofs and loitered the yards of nearly each house on the block, an array of blues and reds and the oddest shades of green that would never be caught on any leaf. To give direction to lost travelers perhaps, or to ward off demons, or…
Trying to understand humans had become a sport by now, and though your spouse had spent thousands of patient hours explaining away each question, another would always follow it. Not that they seemed to mind. It pleased them to no end to sit there and prattle away in a way that inevitably would only invite more confusion, probably intentionally, almost certainly, considering the type of person they were. Lording their intellect over other people was like a second nature to them. Perhaps to everybody that spent centuries reading books and scrolls like a wizard captive in a library.
Except this wizard wasn’t a captive- you were, despite whatever intrusive thoughts said otherwise when in the throes of them fucking you.
For nine-hundred years this marriage had gone on and helped bring peace to a world that you’d thought undeserving of it. The Whispering Woods, a sanctuary and an anchor to humankind, had been robbed of its safety when human invaders stormed it and brought its ranger-general to her knees. Death would’ve been preferable to submission, but one look into your people’s eyes had broken you faster than any human cannon or saber. Millennias of independence shattered by one cocky, self-obsessed barbarian who thought themselves a god and the rest of the world and its people theirs to conquer. Especially you. You knew that the price for peace would be steep, but becoming the wife to a flea-ridden despoiler was not what you had expected to spend your life doing, and, despite a hundred failed attempts to take their life, their kindly affability rarely slipped. They kept that only for when the two of you were making love.
Every nation-state in the world had fallen three hundred years ago, and throughout all of that, their creativity and inventiveness for ways to mate never ended, and though you hated them, it was impossible to deny…
It comes faster than you expect. They’ve always had a way to move without your fay sense detecting them, and the spray of colors outside had made you reflective. When their hand comes down on your barely protected ass, the thin fabric of the suit they had you wear takes none of the harshness out of the strike, making you jump and yelp embarrassingly. It’s loud enough that the birds nesting in the bushes outside scatter and your ears tween as your slit clenches around nothing in expectation. One solid, heavy smack is all it takes for the world to come back into focus, leaving you with the human that you had come to so confusingly hate and love.
Smiling self assuredly, they raise their hand, still the slightest shades of red from the impact and no doubt nowhere near as red as your abused cheek. Those fingers and palms had spelled ruin for empires, but they don’t care. They only care about what they do to you.
“Merry Christmas.”
Bastard.
Short term smut piece about what happens after the Sorcerer-God conquers the elves, the world, and how they spend their time. Just a stupid thing I thought of that made me cackle. I can play M or F.
Kinks: Fantasy and/or mundane Interracial, d’yoh. Spankings, mild exhibitionism, power exchange, playful and intelligent banter, smart characters, orgasm control, outfit play, collars, sexual exhaustion, dub-con, contrasts of all kind [height, hair, strength, strata, skin color, etc], basically the vast majority vanilla and mild kinks. If it’s fun and quirky, it probably goes here.
Limits: Unfun bitterness, non-con, unrealistic breasts and genitalia, tentacles, animals, fluids besides blood and sweat, any toys besides handcuffs, collars and aesthetically pleasing chastity belts that don’t look like shit. The vast majority of extreme kinks. If it’s mean-spirited or visually disgusting, it probably goes here.
The morning lights strike the double pane glass in a way that you can’t quite recall seeing before, not all of them natural, but each of them refracting off an impossible amount of snow that had built up the night before. Not quite as impossible as the lights, though. They hung from roofs and loitered the yards of nearly each house on the block, an array of blues and reds and the oddest shades of green that would never be caught on any leaf. To give direction to lost travelers perhaps, or to ward off demons, or…
Trying to understand humans had become a sport by now, and though your spouse had spent thousands of patient hours explaining away each question, another would always follow it. Not that they seemed to mind. It pleased them to no end to sit there and prattle away in a way that inevitably would only invite more confusion, probably intentionally, almost certainly, considering the type of person they were. Lording their intellect over other people was like a second nature to them. Perhaps to everybody that spent centuries reading books and scrolls like a wizard captive in a library.
Except this wizard wasn’t a captive- you were, despite whatever intrusive thoughts said otherwise when in the throes of them fucking you.
For nine-hundred years this marriage had gone on and helped bring peace to a world that you’d thought undeserving of it. The Whispering Woods, a sanctuary and an anchor to humankind, had been robbed of its safety when human invaders stormed it and brought its ranger-general to her knees. Death would’ve been preferable to submission, but one look into your people’s eyes had broken you faster than any human cannon or saber. Millennias of independence shattered by one cocky, self-obsessed barbarian who thought themselves a god and the rest of the world and its people theirs to conquer. Especially you. You knew that the price for peace would be steep, but becoming the wife to a flea-ridden despoiler was not what you had expected to spend your life doing, and, despite a hundred failed attempts to take their life, their kindly affability rarely slipped. They kept that only for when the two of you were making love.
Every nation-state in the world had fallen three hundred years ago, and throughout all of that, their creativity and inventiveness for ways to mate never ended, and though you hated them, it was impossible to deny…
It comes faster than you expect. They’ve always had a way to move without your fay sense detecting them, and the spray of colors outside had made you reflective. When their hand comes down on your barely protected ass, the thin fabric of the suit they had you wear takes none of the harshness out of the strike, making you jump and yelp embarrassingly. It’s loud enough that the birds nesting in the bushes outside scatter and your ears tween as your slit clenches around nothing in expectation. One solid, heavy smack is all it takes for the world to come back into focus, leaving you with the human that you had come to so confusingly hate and love.
Smiling self assuredly, they raise their hand, still the slightest shades of red from the impact and no doubt nowhere near as red as your abused cheek. Those fingers and palms had spelled ruin for empires, but they don’t care. They only care about what they do to you.
“Merry Christmas.”
Bastard.
Short term smut piece about what happens after the Sorcerer-God conquers the elves, the world, and how they spend their time. Just a stupid thing I thought of that made me cackle. I can play M or F.
Kinks: Fantasy and/or mundane Interracial, d’yoh. Spankings, mild exhibitionism, power exchange, playful and intelligent banter, smart characters, orgasm control, outfit play, collars, sexual exhaustion, dub-con, contrasts of all kind [height, hair, strength, strata, skin color, etc], basically the vast majority vanilla and mild kinks. If it’s fun and quirky, it probably goes here.
Limits: Unfun bitterness, non-con, unrealistic breasts and genitalia, tentacles, animals, fluids besides blood and sweat, any toys besides handcuffs, collars and aesthetically pleasing chastity belts that don’t look like shit. The vast majority of extreme kinks. If it’s mean-spirited or visually disgusting, it probably goes here.
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