A storm of impossible colors covers the sky from horizon to horizon, molding in and out of shapes that makes human eyes weep to hold onto. Flashes of what barely resembled lightning crack through the clouds, but nothing about them is as it should have been. They hold their figure for too long. They draw patterns with limbs. They breath. None could bear to watch them for more than a moment, but the earth below could only be so much more tolerable. Valleys were becoming filled, mountains felled, great rivers ran dry or redirected entirely... and all of it reeked of sulfur. Sulfur. The smell of all demon magic. The kind of thing there ought to have only been one reaction and cure for.
But no longer.
Tents sat from one edge of the cleared field to another in neat columns with flags hoisted up towards the cursed sky bearing the marks of each of the Cardinal Princes and their respective bands; the left their personal heraldry, the right their Overlord's Eye whom they bore all allegiance towards. All hopes. All dreams. All prayers. Not only the Princes, but the demons that had followed them, and their helpers.
'Helpers.'
Collaborators. Turncoats. TRAITORS.
'Demon Helpers' knelt in droves to priests who speak in tongues they likely had no understanding of. They speak of a new order, of new lands to call their own, of the bounty expected to those who accepted the new waves of change overtaking the land in every direction, on every continent. Their mouths were filled with sweet fruit borne of Hell and their ears filled with promises one could only hope were lies. Once their 'sermons' had ended and their oaths taken, one could see them being taken into the arms of those that would become their new sergeants, tears in their eyes, shocked expressions on their 'victims' at this brash expression of warmth.
That was not her fate. Not today. Hopefully not ever.
Whatever awaited her was in an unassuming tent that would have bled into the background of anyone's mind, neither particularly impressive nor unimpressive, perfectly ordinary and sporting the same colors of violet and black as its twins. Only she knew better. They were there.
Waiting for them.
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This is all a very flower way of opening a 'Captured Person of Influence ends up in the hands of a daemonette and they end up boning.'
It's a short-term prompt. Apocalyptic vibes albeit not 'demons running around burning things down' so much as 'demons overturning the world's ecology to better suit their interests.'
Don't care about any hard rules here as far as fantasy goes or my partner's choice of character(s). Princess, Joan D' Arc type, enemy general, legendary elven ranger general, priestess - these're all cool with me. Their yet anonymous host that they only know by the title of 'the Overlord' is a raging lesbian domme with a voracious appetite and isn't picky. Expect for kinks a little bit of toying with her food, mostly soft domme fetishes (open to upping the ante on request) including embarrassment, first times with highly experienced partners, some demon tail play, older dommes / younger submissives, kissing, explicit dominance-and-submission dynamics. Body worship, oral play, lipstick.
Not looking for characters that'll totally bum out the RP with extreme amounts of bitterness. Pouting and brattiness is fun, but total reluctance is of zero interest to me.
Bonus points to partners who're enthusiastic about playing two characters for for a mildly embarrassing threesome; handmaids, rival princesses or warriors, or a princess and their bodyguard ala some Link-and-Zelda vibes (but very gay)... etc.
But no longer.
Tents sat from one edge of the cleared field to another in neat columns with flags hoisted up towards the cursed sky bearing the marks of each of the Cardinal Princes and their respective bands; the left their personal heraldry, the right their Overlord's Eye whom they bore all allegiance towards. All hopes. All dreams. All prayers. Not only the Princes, but the demons that had followed them, and their helpers.
'Helpers.'
Collaborators. Turncoats. TRAITORS.
'Demon Helpers' knelt in droves to priests who speak in tongues they likely had no understanding of. They speak of a new order, of new lands to call their own, of the bounty expected to those who accepted the new waves of change overtaking the land in every direction, on every continent. Their mouths were filled with sweet fruit borne of Hell and their ears filled with promises one could only hope were lies. Once their 'sermons' had ended and their oaths taken, one could see them being taken into the arms of those that would become their new sergeants, tears in their eyes, shocked expressions on their 'victims' at this brash expression of warmth.
That was not her fate. Not today. Hopefully not ever.
Whatever awaited her was in an unassuming tent that would have bled into the background of anyone's mind, neither particularly impressive nor unimpressive, perfectly ordinary and sporting the same colors of violet and black as its twins. Only she knew better. They were there.
Waiting for them.
---=---
This is all a very flower way of opening a 'Captured Person of Influence ends up in the hands of a daemonette and they end up boning.'
It's a short-term prompt. Apocalyptic vibes albeit not 'demons running around burning things down' so much as 'demons overturning the world's ecology to better suit their interests.'
Don't care about any hard rules here as far as fantasy goes or my partner's choice of character(s). Princess, Joan D' Arc type, enemy general, legendary elven ranger general, priestess - these're all cool with me. Their yet anonymous host that they only know by the title of 'the Overlord' is a raging lesbian domme with a voracious appetite and isn't picky. Expect for kinks a little bit of toying with her food, mostly soft domme fetishes (open to upping the ante on request) including embarrassment, first times with highly experienced partners, some demon tail play, older dommes / younger submissives, kissing, explicit dominance-and-submission dynamics. Body worship, oral play, lipstick.
Not looking for characters that'll totally bum out the RP with extreme amounts of bitterness. Pouting and brattiness is fun, but total reluctance is of zero interest to me.
Bonus points to partners who're enthusiastic about playing two characters for for a mildly embarrassing threesome; handmaids, rival princesses or warriors, or a princess and their bodyguard ala some Link-and-Zelda vibes (but very gay)... etc.