Chapman
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2019
- Location
- Ye olde Europe
Or sex, sorcery and swords. Or sorcery, sex and swords. Or just sex and some swords.
Perhaps just sex?
You get the idea.
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Perhaps just sex?
You get the idea.
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Notice all the fancy text colours, different alignments and other edits? That's me putting in an effort. I am so proud of myself. Oh, and none of the images are mine, they all belong to their respective authors.
Hello. After figuring out that my smut interests as of late are much more specific than they used to be, I decided to make this thread. In it, I want to advertise myself as the go-to guy for your fantasy adventure porn needs. Do you enjoy fantasy settings? Like the idea of being someone else in a different world, if only in imagination? Is your idea of a good time to role play fights with dangerous beasts, traversing ancient catacombs and dealing with criminal elements? Do you prefer erotica with exotic races instead of boring humans that you see around yourself every day?
Then you came to the right place. What I am looking for is a fantasy-themed role play with anything between 50/50 to 80/20 smut to story ratio. The specifics of the story can differ: there are a number of scenarios that we could play:
- couple of adventurers hooking up for jobs and jobs
- fantasy VIP and her bodyguard who really guards her body
- wanted person and bounty hunter playing cat and fu... I mean mouse
- a really thankful rescuee
And more. Currently I do not have a single favoured scenario that I would like to play out more than anything else, therefore I am open for propositions. My character can also vary depending on the story we choose as well as your preferences, but I have four favourite archetypes:
- Classic Adventurer (CA). CA is a laid-back free spirit, enjoying the freedom of the adventurer's lifestyle. He doesn't have any dark past that haunts him, nor any specific goal that he lives for: he takes his time enjoying the world and doing his job, which he loves to its fullest. CA is what you think of when a "happy adventurer" springs to your mind.
- Perverted Paladin (PP). PP is similiar to CA in that he is also largely laid back, but the devil is in the details. PP is a champion of the goddess of earthly joys; it is his pleasure as well as his duty to spread these pleasures wherever he goes, as well as make sure that everyone in the world can enjoy them. CA might fuck your character because he's horny and she's cute: PP will do it because he's horny, she's cute and it is his god's commandment that he does so. It is not all roses and strawberry jam for the goddess's champions, though, as they often have to confront those who would stop others from enjoying themselves.
- Semi-civilized Barbarian (SB). Whether from the mountains of the north, plains of the west, swamps of the east or jungles of the south, SB is an uncivilized man. Hardened by the lifestyle of his and his people, he is a man of few words but many actions. Not a complete savage, SB is familiar with the more civilized world, but he tolerates it at best and despises at worst. While not neccessarily evil, his morals are fluid, constructed towards his survival and growth above all else. It would take lot of work - or a really strong charm, magical or natural - to make him care deeply for other man or woman.
- Catching-Up Hero (CH). This one was made with modern fantasy in mind, but can perhaps be used in classic fantasy setting. Basically, CH is someone who did not ask for a dangerous, adventurous lifestyle but has it thrusted upon him. Maybe he was bit by a werewolf and now has to deal with his new newlyfound lycantrophy, or perhaps he has earned the ability to see "the outer realm" spirits due to an accident, and now is of interest to an organization dealing with these beings. Whatever the details, CH used to be an ordinary person before suddenly having to drastically change his lifestyle, a change which usually includes fighting otherworldly creatures.
Here are some pictures and artworks depicting the above archetypes: CA, PP, SB, CH. All of the artworks belong to their respectful owners.
I can also be convinced to try and play a different kind of character. Just please do not expect me to want to play a holy-shiny Lawful Stupid Good knight on a white horse. I like my characters ambiguous.
The PP is a more ambitious of the four , my attempt at making a character who not only has a reason to be a smutty horndog but can also possibly bring some nuance to the story. Not a typical Lawful Stupid, holy-shiny paladin but merely a champion of a goddess with specific, if pleasurable, set of rules to follow. CA on the other hand is pretty much an "easy mode" character, certainly fun to play but very simple. As for SB, well, as I mentioned, he is a new concept to me: I'd see how it works out as we play. CH is also more ambitious in the way that, with him, I have to balance between being "a cool guy" hero and "a bit new to all of this" person.
As mentioned before, though, my character may vary depending on what we agree on. He doesn't even have to follow any of these three archetypes. The race of my character matters to a certain extent: I do not enjoy playing the more bestial races, like orcs or minotaurs, and my favourite is a boring human, but I am also comfortable playing races that are close to humans, like half-orcs, half-elves, werewolves et cetera.
As for your character? I am opened to various non-human races. Fantasy worlds are filled to the brims with sexy races that I would like to cohort with: miqo'te, draenei, various kinds of elves and fae and more. What I am not interested in, though, are any kinds of furries and scalies. No, miqo'te do not count as furry - if you have doubts, look up The Furry Table. Long story short: knife ears, cat ears, horns or tails - good. Fur or scale - bad.
I have an f-list, but my likings are relatively vanilla. The more noteworthy of them are here:
- I am more of a dom than a sub, but what I really like is to switch. Being on top is great, but sometimes what the guy wants is to be bossed around, you know?
- Oral sex is the best thing mankind has ever invented. Use your character's mouth a lot and I'll love it.
- Breasts are wonderful and should be worshiped whenever possible. Big, small, medium, as long as they are in my character's face and hands, I am happy.
- Glasses. Glasses are sexy. What else can I say?
- I like to role play group scenarios. This isn't a must but I would enjoy that.
As for what I really do not feel, other than the unholy trinity, are the aforementioned furries and scalies, as well as overly dirty sex - things like licking sweaty armpits etc. Bleh.
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Now's the time for a more technical part of the thread. I will try to make it short and to the point.
Personal info you might want to know: over 30 years old. Male. Lives in Europe. Timezone is GMT+1.
Platform: I prefer playing via either PMs or e-mail.
Availability: depends on the day and our timezones. I might reply four times a day or once every three days. I'll let you know if I need a longer break, I expect you to do the same.
Lenght of reply: I do not make a big deal out of it. Give me enough to work with, I will do the same.
Lenght of story: I am currently interested in short stories. If we seem to click, we can always start something longer, too.
Story's world: existing one or our own creation, both are okay.
Grammar: do try to write well. Call me a Grammar Nazi if you must, but poor grammar is my turn-off. Sieg heil!
Writing style: this one is important, hence why the red colour and underline and all that jazz. The thing is, I do not want to be our GM: I want us to share this responsibility. You see, I have issues putting in effort over long periods of time: I tire out easily. In order to avoid that, I'd want us both to uphold the responsibility of keeping our fantasy porn story going. The way I see it is as a sort of "freeplay", where both of us can take the story into whatever direction we want to. Lets say that I write a message where our lovely adventurers travel towards a nearby town. You can then decide whether or not they arrive there peacefully or if something happens on the way. Then, I can take your idea and continue it as I please, as long as it makes logical sense. This goes for sex scenes as well: I believe that a little bit of "god-moding" is needed in order to make sex scenes fluent. If my character wants to mount yours and do it like they do on Discovery Channel, I would prefer to just emote pushing her on the bed and taking from behind: of course, if you have a different idea, you can always emote her, say, grabbing MC's hands and pushing him back to ride him like on a rodeo instead. As long as we are respectful of one another, it is all right in my book.
P.S. Speaking of being respectful, please, do not ghost me. If you do not like something that I do, let me know about it so that we can talk it over. If you need to take a few days of a break from writing, please let me know. If you just want, for whatever reason, to end our fun, let me know. I won't bite, really, I just hate being left in the dark. Really. Ghosting me is one of few things you can do to piss me off.
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You've made it that far? Darn, congrats. This thread turned out much longer than I expected. Your reward is 69 experience points and a sample of my writing. Enjoy!
"You can do me from any side you want, darling. Except from the rear. I still haven't gotten around that idea. Maybe I'll get to it some day", Guy replied, enjoying the almost assured look of embarassment on elf's face as he allured to her anally treating him. He looked her in the eyes as he reached for the pitcher, waiting until she puts it down, and poured the water over her chest, watching as the warm fluid passed over her white shoulders, round bosom and pink nipples. The man's large hands gently traversed her body, washing her as she washed him, Guy giving her precedence whenever their movements collided with one another.
The sight of elf's naked body, as well as her movement on top of him, brought dirty thoughts back to the highlander's mind. He could feel the certain part of his body standing at attention underneath the water.
"I wonder which job should we take next", Guy said casually. The man leaned against the tub's wall once more; the tenderness of his companion's touch and the warmth of the water have defeated him, and he could only lazily slide his hands over her sides and breasts, caressing the woman's front as she washed him. "Trader's caravan is leaving for Ul'dah tomorrow, and they could use a few more guards. Would be an easy penny, and we wanted to get to the city soon anyway. On the other hand... mmm...", Guy paused as the woman's body accidentally - or not? - touched his manhood, the tip of the thing poking against her belly, "... on the other hand", he resumed after a while, his right hand now resting exclusively on her breast, kneading it softly, "they have some beastmen trouble in the southern Thanalan. Pay's good, but it's damn hot there, and you know how I feel about that".
With his eyes closed, Guy sighed once more, relaxing and enjoying the elf's attentions. Her breast felt warm and soft under his hand; the rocky nipple grazed against his fingers. Tower's left hand slipped underwater, only to close itself around the elf's rear.
The sight of elf's naked body, as well as her movement on top of him, brought dirty thoughts back to the highlander's mind. He could feel the certain part of his body standing at attention underneath the water.
"I wonder which job should we take next", Guy said casually. The man leaned against the tub's wall once more; the tenderness of his companion's touch and the warmth of the water have defeated him, and he could only lazily slide his hands over her sides and breasts, caressing the woman's front as she washed him. "Trader's caravan is leaving for Ul'dah tomorrow, and they could use a few more guards. Would be an easy penny, and we wanted to get to the city soon anyway. On the other hand... mmm...", Guy paused as the woman's body accidentally - or not? - touched his manhood, the tip of the thing poking against her belly, "... on the other hand", he resumed after a while, his right hand now resting exclusively on her breast, kneading it softly, "they have some beastmen trouble in the southern Thanalan. Pay's good, but it's damn hot there, and you know how I feel about that".
With his eyes closed, Guy sighed once more, relaxing and enjoying the elf's attentions. Her breast felt warm and soft under his hand; the rocky nipple grazed against his fingers. Tower's left hand slipped underwater, only to close itself around the elf's rear.
Chapel murmured, the pain from YYY's nails and teeth only adding to the pleasure. He wasn't planning on stopping until he was done; the rhythmical creaking of the bed - not to mention his cock spreading YYY's insides, but that's a less romantic way of putting it - was the proof of it. The wanton love making, if it could be called so, went on for long minutes. During that time Chapel seemingly couldn't spend more than a minute in a single position. He kneeled before the woman's waist, ramming himself inside her and fondling her breasts, put on display in front of him; he manhandled the woman onto her side, entering her from behind with her leg raised up in the air for better access; he then knelt behind her, showing her to get on all fours and did it with her like they do it on that weird moving picture about nature from an alchemy-fiction book that he once read, pushing her head into the pillow with one hand and groping her breast with the other as his waist slapped against her bottom. Some half-coherent statements passed his lips just to be immediately forgotten.
It was in this position that the paladin's body has finally had reached its limit. His movement became erratic, losing his rhythm as he put all of his effort into thrusting as quick and as hard as he could. The man's breath grew too quick for him to catch it, leaving him breathless; his hands clenched around YYY's hair and tit, holding both in a tight grip as he let out a loud moan and came. The shaft inside YYY's womanhood squirted as he released his warm load in her, spurts of white seed coating her inner walls. Chapel trembled as he thrusted for the last few times, emptying himself into his lover's folds. The moment of bliss came, forcing the man to close his eyes and open his mouth as the moan continued... and then slowly faded away, leaving him spent and tired but, at least for the next five to ten seconds, the happiest man in the world.
His hands slowly roamed his lover's chest and sides, lazily rubbing over her breasts and thighs. Chapel didn't hurry, feeling YYY's hot skin, his member still inside her.
It was in this position that the paladin's body has finally had reached its limit. His movement became erratic, losing his rhythm as he put all of his effort into thrusting as quick and as hard as he could. The man's breath grew too quick for him to catch it, leaving him breathless; his hands clenched around YYY's hair and tit, holding both in a tight grip as he let out a loud moan and came. The shaft inside YYY's womanhood squirted as he released his warm load in her, spurts of white seed coating her inner walls. Chapel trembled as he thrusted for the last few times, emptying himself into his lover's folds. The moment of bliss came, forcing the man to close his eyes and open his mouth as the moan continued... and then slowly faded away, leaving him spent and tired but, at least for the next five to ten seconds, the happiest man in the world.
His hands slowly roamed his lover's chest and sides, lazily rubbing over her breasts and thighs. Chapel didn't hurry, feeling YYY's hot skin, his member still inside her.
Tower patiently waited for the sisters to finish their talk, sitting on the edge of the bed. Waiting for murderous, treacherous witches to finish deciding whether they want to kill, fuck or use him (or all three) might have been weird to some people - majority of people, really - but Guy wasn't lying when he said he's been around the block a few times. The adventurer has seen and done many things, and fucking with dangerous but beautiful hags wasn't even in top three most insane ones; maybe in top five. He was considering his options: YYY was sitting outside, probably continuing to gorge on the treats. Most of his stuff was by the table as well, seeing how the witches haven't had the time to move it anywhere. His clothes were most probably still drying, which meant that a quick escape would be difficult. If the situation turned out to be a no deal one, all he could do was try to run for it out of bedroom and grab his bag and YYY; maybe his wits and his gear would be enough to survive this, although the man did not put his chances high.
Tower's planning ended when he heard the terrifying shriek coming from the outside. He followed the two "women", only to see the same horrible scene that they saw. A quick glance towards YYY allowed him to make a guess as to what has transpired: the witches' were somehow connected to the trees, and YYY shaking down the tree's leaves destroyed that connection, thus destroying one of the sisters. "Alright!", he thought to himself, seeing the way out of this situation. The man, wearing only the soft pants that the witches gave him, ran back indoors. He soon came back with his grenade bandolier in one hand and the hardest item he could find, a frying pan, in the other. He didn't lose time to observe the situation, merely acknowledging the horrifying and yet hilarious scene of YYY running around the naked tree, two furious women following her in circles, their fingernails turned into claws and murder in their eyes. Guy rushed towards the silver tree, gaining momentum to then bounce off the ground and hit the tree's trunk with both his feet in a powerful kick. The second sister shrieked when she fell to the ground, third one falling over her as well. "Nnnnnrrrroooo!", she let out a cry of fury and terror, looking down at her hands that started to shrivel, flecks of skin falling off and revealing the red meat beneath them. She cried again when Guy raised his pan-armed hand and hit the tree with it, causing more leaves to fall and more of her body to die away.
"YYY , get back!", the adventurer cried when the third sister got up, hurling obscenities as she sprinted towards Guy. He raised his pan in defense, but the witch was too fast, and the two ended on the ground, fumbling as she tried to rip his chest open. Struggling to free himself from the woman, Guy soon found himself pinned to the ground, her hand, much stronger than expected, holding him by his throat. The witch grinned when Tower tried to punch her face with the bomb he's been holding in his hand, deflecting the strike with but the touch of her claw-like nail. Her eyes lit with dark red when the sparks caused by her scratching the metallic bomb. "I will taste your cock when I break it from your crotch and eat it as you watch", she said, raising her hand to kill the man with a deadly thrust. Her maniackal grin faded away when he saw Guy grinning himself, her eyes following his. She gasped when she saw a grenade in his palm, its fuse lit, the little fire almost reaching the black powder inside it. "Eat this", replied Guy, obedient to the cosmic laws of cliche, as he threw the grenade towards the last, bronze tree. The witches' shriek almost suppressed the explosion, her body decomposing on top of Guy as her tree's upper half turned into splinters. Her white skin shriveled and melted off, the eyes in her head popping out and hair standing ablaze before her whole upper torso exploded in a rain of gore that quickly dissipated into ash.
Groaning, Guy got up on his feet. Before his eyes, the whole hill they were on shivered, the air glimmering as if from the heat. Soft, green grass under his feet turned into the nasty moss of the bog; the little beautiful hat crumpled down into little more than an old, decrepit shack; even the scent of the bog returned as the unnatural aura of the place dispersed. Feeling wind upon his nether regions, Guy looked down, only to see his pants turn into a dirty piece of rag; so did YYY's clothing. As a tiny reward for one of the top five worst days in his life, YYY's rags were short of just enough material for him to catch a glimpse of the woman's perky bosom. Sighing and smiling, the man looked for a moment and then turned around. "Good grief... Well, good job, miss YYY. If not for your ingenuity, we would both be dead", he said, honest praise mixed with a biting sarcasm that he knew she probably wouldn't catch on anyway.
Tower's planning ended when he heard the terrifying shriek coming from the outside. He followed the two "women", only to see the same horrible scene that they saw. A quick glance towards YYY allowed him to make a guess as to what has transpired: the witches' were somehow connected to the trees, and YYY shaking down the tree's leaves destroyed that connection, thus destroying one of the sisters. "Alright!", he thought to himself, seeing the way out of this situation. The man, wearing only the soft pants that the witches gave him, ran back indoors. He soon came back with his grenade bandolier in one hand and the hardest item he could find, a frying pan, in the other. He didn't lose time to observe the situation, merely acknowledging the horrifying and yet hilarious scene of YYY running around the naked tree, two furious women following her in circles, their fingernails turned into claws and murder in their eyes. Guy rushed towards the silver tree, gaining momentum to then bounce off the ground and hit the tree's trunk with both his feet in a powerful kick. The second sister shrieked when she fell to the ground, third one falling over her as well. "Nnnnnrrrroooo!", she let out a cry of fury and terror, looking down at her hands that started to shrivel, flecks of skin falling off and revealing the red meat beneath them. She cried again when Guy raised his pan-armed hand and hit the tree with it, causing more leaves to fall and more of her body to die away.
"YYY , get back!", the adventurer cried when the third sister got up, hurling obscenities as she sprinted towards Guy. He raised his pan in defense, but the witch was too fast, and the two ended on the ground, fumbling as she tried to rip his chest open. Struggling to free himself from the woman, Guy soon found himself pinned to the ground, her hand, much stronger than expected, holding him by his throat. The witch grinned when Tower tried to punch her face with the bomb he's been holding in his hand, deflecting the strike with but the touch of her claw-like nail. Her eyes lit with dark red when the sparks caused by her scratching the metallic bomb. "I will taste your cock when I break it from your crotch and eat it as you watch", she said, raising her hand to kill the man with a deadly thrust. Her maniackal grin faded away when he saw Guy grinning himself, her eyes following his. She gasped when she saw a grenade in his palm, its fuse lit, the little fire almost reaching the black powder inside it. "Eat this", replied Guy, obedient to the cosmic laws of cliche, as he threw the grenade towards the last, bronze tree. The witches' shriek almost suppressed the explosion, her body decomposing on top of Guy as her tree's upper half turned into splinters. Her white skin shriveled and melted off, the eyes in her head popping out and hair standing ablaze before her whole upper torso exploded in a rain of gore that quickly dissipated into ash.
Groaning, Guy got up on his feet. Before his eyes, the whole hill they were on shivered, the air glimmering as if from the heat. Soft, green grass under his feet turned into the nasty moss of the bog; the little beautiful hat crumpled down into little more than an old, decrepit shack; even the scent of the bog returned as the unnatural aura of the place dispersed. Feeling wind upon his nether regions, Guy looked down, only to see his pants turn into a dirty piece of rag; so did YYY's clothing. As a tiny reward for one of the top five worst days in his life, YYY's rags were short of just enough material for him to catch a glimpse of the woman's perky bosom. Sighing and smiling, the man looked for a moment and then turned around. "Good grief... Well, good job, miss YYY. If not for your ingenuity, we would both be dead", he said, honest praise mixed with a biting sarcasm that he knew she probably wouldn't catch on anyway.
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