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Literate Infatuation
Your Favorite Nightmare
- Joined
- May 2, 2018
Making it short for now, but I will build upon this eventually.
Genres I love:
- Fantasy
- Medieval
- Sci-fi
- Cyberpunk
- Modern
Looking for someone that..:
- Is engaging; both in planning and in RP.
- Is confident and comfortable with their writing.
- Is familiar with the english language and punctuation.
- Is a capable storyteller that can help move the plot along.
Not interested in someone that..:
- Takes a backseat, both during planning and during the RP.
- Comes to me without any suggestions or ideas for a RP.
- Doesn't progress the scene or story; only writing reactively and not actively.
- Doesn't share their opinions and input during planning and the RP.
- Doesn't engage in OOC chatter. Be it friendly chit chatting or discussion of the RP. I'm more interested in finding awesome partners than awesome RPs.
- Makes their character a complete door mat.
- Makes their character a Marry Sue.
Kinks:
- Size Difference. (My character being up to and around 7 feet if not more.)
- Excessive Cum.
- Interracial (Fantasy races included, although they gotta be human in appearance.)
- Capable Girls.
- Hourglass Figures.
- Roughness.
- Aftercare.
- Uppity / Fiesty girls.
- Age Difference.
Limits / Uninterested in:
- Toiletplay.
- Impregnation.
- Incest.
- Door Mats.
- Probably more I can't think of currently.
Notes:
- Please don't comment here, instead shoot me a PM.
- I do have Discord, just ask for it.
- Ditch friendly, but hate getting ghosted.
- Can provide multiple writing samples if requested.
- I'm fine with drawn and photographs for character references, but I'm likely to say no if you pick a celebrity.
Pairings bank:
Coach x Athlete:
A truly talented girl down on her luck, standing without a coach or sponsors after a scandal or some such. She happens to know that one of the older men (From 30-40'ish) at her gym used to coach earlier world champions. She decides to try her luck, finding the man a lot more reluctant than expected.
Orc x Elf:
A sweet story between a very big Orc, and a very small Elf. Wholesome, consensual fun in any world from medieval fantasy to futuristic space exploration. Themes like size difference, where he stretches her to her limits will be dominant. Just a smutty, fun adventure of a cute couple.
Orc Crime Boss x Undercover Cop:
Orc crime boss and a female agent send to infiltrate his organization. Sci-fi fantasy based.
He'd be a multi-planet drugs and weapons dealer, hiding out at a neo-Las Vegas planet after the heat grew too hot.
Your character will be part of the intergalactic police force, send to infiltrate MC's organization in order to bring it down. Chosen because she's a human female, a known weakness of MC.
Retired General x Trainee [Fantasy]:
An extinguished general is about to retire, but not before crossing paths with a woman in bootcamp. There'd be an obvious age difference, thinking her being about 18 (Not younger) and him being late 40 at the oldest. He's got a real hard shell, but finds himself opening up to her in ways he hadn't expected. Queue the romance and fling between the two characters.
I think it would be fun to pair someone tainted by war, someone that couldn't wait to get out of the business with someone young and naïve. Perhaps she has a glossy image of what being a war hero is like. In either case, it'll be opposites meeting and coming together.
Demon's Be Purged 1:
A Paladin of a holy order is teamed up with a nun or priestess of another order. Their mission is to track down and eliminate any demons found, from sprawling cities to seedy farmsteads. Will sparks fly? Can love blossom on the endless battlefield of a demon invasion?
Demon's Be Purged 2:
A Paladin of a holy order is forced through necessity to work with a Demon. Their mission is to track down and eliminate any demons found, from sprawling cities to seedy farmsteads. How will the Paladin cope with relying on someone he had vowed to destroyed? What happens when he begins to fall for her?
I'll leave you with a couple of pictures that I considered using for my profile picture. Gives you an idea of the kind of look I like to go for.
Minotaur
Leaking Through Boxers
Powerful Warrior
Demon/Necromancer
Orc Smith
Modern Orc
Orced
The Right Size
SFW Large Demon
Cyberpunk Size Difference NSFW
Black Orc
Werewolf
Showering With A Beast
NSFW (Un)dressing for the occasion.
NSFW Demon I'd love to use
SFW Size difference I like
NSFW1
NSFW Werewolf 1
Big Dick Elf + Slimegirls
NSFW ORC1
NSFW ORC2
NSFW ORC3
NSFW ORC4
Favorite position
Seriously favorite position
What I like 1 NSFW
What I like 2 NSFW
NSFW Male faceclaim
NSFW Male faceclaim 2
SEMI-NSFW MALE FACECLAIM
SFW Male Faceclaim
SFW Modern Male
Kind of Mess I Like To Leave NSFW
NSFW Modern Male Faceclaim
Cock size I'd like to incorporate
Cock shape that could be fun to experiment with
In bed
Demon Daddy
Heavy Demon Energy (GIF)
Heavy Demon Energy With A Happy Ending (GIF)
Lizardman
Muscular Tiefling
Big Guy And Multiple Women 1, 2, 3
For the Anthro-Bull Lovers
Cum Inflation
Genres I love:
- Fantasy
- Medieval
- Sci-fi
- Cyberpunk
- Modern
Looking for someone that..:
- Is engaging; both in planning and in RP.
- Is confident and comfortable with their writing.
- Is familiar with the english language and punctuation.
- Is a capable storyteller that can help move the plot along.
Not interested in someone that..:
- Takes a backseat, both during planning and during the RP.
- Comes to me without any suggestions or ideas for a RP.
- Doesn't progress the scene or story; only writing reactively and not actively.
- Doesn't share their opinions and input during planning and the RP.
- Doesn't engage in OOC chatter. Be it friendly chit chatting or discussion of the RP. I'm more interested in finding awesome partners than awesome RPs.
- Makes their character a complete door mat.
- Makes their character a Marry Sue.
Kinks:
- Size Difference. (My character being up to and around 7 feet if not more.)
- Excessive Cum.
- Interracial (Fantasy races included, although they gotta be human in appearance.)
- Capable Girls.
- Hourglass Figures.
- Roughness.
- Aftercare.
- Uppity / Fiesty girls.
- Age Difference.
Limits / Uninterested in:
- Toiletplay.
- Impregnation.
- Incest.
- Door Mats.
- Probably more I can't think of currently.
Notes:
- Please don't comment here, instead shoot me a PM.
- I do have Discord, just ask for it.
- Ditch friendly, but hate getting ghosted.
- Can provide multiple writing samples if requested.
- I'm fine with drawn and photographs for character references, but I'm likely to say no if you pick a celebrity.
Alagain Morthos twirled the spoon in his cup of tea, the silver utensil comically small in the large hands of the red skinned Demon. He was meeting with an agent from the banking district, representing 'Finnans and Co.', a rather successful chain of banks originating here from the Capital of Adua. The meeting was mostly a formality, a courteous arrangement meant to soothe Alagain's mind that his money and curiosities were safe and sound within their magical bank vaults. This came in the light of a string of attempted break-ins at various banks throughout the Capital, multiple of them being at Finnans owned facilities.
''So as you can imagine, with our recent steps taken to improve security, there'll be no possibilities of loss from our locations.'' The slender and elegant half-elf proclaimed, sounding quite confident and rehearsed in his speech. As if this was the tenth time he'd laid out the same pitch, which it probably was.
''Wonderful. Rumors has it that they almost got through.'' Alagain let out with a feigned joyous tone, raising the cup of tea to his lips before taking a small drink. The porcelain made a small *clink* as it bumped against the piercing towards the corner of his lower lip, putting the cup back down with impeccable grace. Alagain had about a hundred years of practice when it came to fine mannerisms, something much more integrated to him than a simple facade. So it wasn't hard for him to feign interest in the topic at hand. Sure it was about a considerable amount of wealth and magical trinkets of his, but he simply had so much that it was hard to care if he'd lose some of it.
''Key word being almost. Our last layer of protection proved too great to penetrate for these charlatans.'' The Half-Elf ensured, with the slightest hint of boastfulness as if he had any part in the security of goods. Had they actually broken through and gotten to the immeasurable wealth inside, he would have sung a different tune Alagain suspected.
''But alas, it's getting dark and I've got two more appointments to make. Thank you so much for hosting me with such a short notice.'' The Half-Elf prompted, emptying the remaining contents of his cup with a satisfied and pleasant smile.
''Finnans and his associates are always welcome at the Morthos Mansion. My guards will see you out to your cart.'' Alagain replied with a slight bow of his head, watching the banker vanish through the large oaken door that led from the dinning hall. As the footsteps grew weaker, and the door behind him finally closed, Alagain put the white porcelain cup down and let out a sigh.
Some company had been welcome, but all it was was damage control. A move to create certainty that their bank was still the right for Alagain, attempted robbery or not. It wasn't the kind of guest he longed for.
He sat for a couple of minutes, finishing his tea, before getting up. The chair he sat in was located at the end of the table, larger than typical furniture to accommodate his size. The entire room's furniture was carved from white Ash wood, small pillows fashioned in red silk with swan feathers as filling.
Leaving the great dinning hall through the opposite door of the banker's, he stalked down the long hallways of his home. It was completely dark outside, small oil lamps fastened to the inside walls giving light where he trod. His footsteps were muffled by the scarlet carpet that was repeated throughout all of the hallways, various paintings hanging on the walls. Most paintings seemed to celebrate the various shapes that man and women could take, some featuring various acts of sexual acts. It reminded him of his ancestry, as a Demon of the Second Circle where debauchery is celebrated.
Entering into his room, the servants had done as asked. In the corner stood a large tub propped up on four feet, a live fire beneath it. It wasn't boiling, but hotter than most non-Demons could tolerate.
His room was scarcely lit, the light plings of rain hitting the large windows filling the room. A larger-than king sized bed was neatly made towards the right side of the room, with a bedside table on either side of it. Above the bed hung a massive painting called 'A Hundred Delights', illustrating a demon and his hundred concubines. In each of the four corners of the bed were sturdy poles of dark mahogany, holding up the canopy.
In the left corner was his place of study, an opening to his personal library right next to it. Between the two great windows of the room was a smaller table with a couple of chairs gathered around; a place where he occasionally hosted more intimate dinners. It was also behind these two great windows that a magic spell had been put in place, to cover up a small vault containing his more valuable artefacts. Not necessarily because they were monetarily worth a lot, but because they had sentimental value to him.
He undressed quickly enough, leaving his purple garments on one of the chairs surrounding the table. Entirely naked he took a big step into the tub, water rising as he submerged himself until only his head was afloat. He began to wash, soap bubbles covering the surface so that you couldn't see below it. He raised himself up slightly, letting his broad and muscular arms hang down the sides of the tub, blue chest hair just barely visible over the water. His mane of blue hair, now wet, clung to his back and shoulder or swam around idly in the water.
''So as you can imagine, with our recent steps taken to improve security, there'll be no possibilities of loss from our locations.'' The slender and elegant half-elf proclaimed, sounding quite confident and rehearsed in his speech. As if this was the tenth time he'd laid out the same pitch, which it probably was.
''Wonderful. Rumors has it that they almost got through.'' Alagain let out with a feigned joyous tone, raising the cup of tea to his lips before taking a small drink. The porcelain made a small *clink* as it bumped against the piercing towards the corner of his lower lip, putting the cup back down with impeccable grace. Alagain had about a hundred years of practice when it came to fine mannerisms, something much more integrated to him than a simple facade. So it wasn't hard for him to feign interest in the topic at hand. Sure it was about a considerable amount of wealth and magical trinkets of his, but he simply had so much that it was hard to care if he'd lose some of it.
''Key word being almost. Our last layer of protection proved too great to penetrate for these charlatans.'' The Half-Elf ensured, with the slightest hint of boastfulness as if he had any part in the security of goods. Had they actually broken through and gotten to the immeasurable wealth inside, he would have sung a different tune Alagain suspected.
''But alas, it's getting dark and I've got two more appointments to make. Thank you so much for hosting me with such a short notice.'' The Half-Elf prompted, emptying the remaining contents of his cup with a satisfied and pleasant smile.
''Finnans and his associates are always welcome at the Morthos Mansion. My guards will see you out to your cart.'' Alagain replied with a slight bow of his head, watching the banker vanish through the large oaken door that led from the dinning hall. As the footsteps grew weaker, and the door behind him finally closed, Alagain put the white porcelain cup down and let out a sigh.
Some company had been welcome, but all it was was damage control. A move to create certainty that their bank was still the right for Alagain, attempted robbery or not. It wasn't the kind of guest he longed for.
He sat for a couple of minutes, finishing his tea, before getting up. The chair he sat in was located at the end of the table, larger than typical furniture to accommodate his size. The entire room's furniture was carved from white Ash wood, small pillows fashioned in red silk with swan feathers as filling.
Leaving the great dinning hall through the opposite door of the banker's, he stalked down the long hallways of his home. It was completely dark outside, small oil lamps fastened to the inside walls giving light where he trod. His footsteps were muffled by the scarlet carpet that was repeated throughout all of the hallways, various paintings hanging on the walls. Most paintings seemed to celebrate the various shapes that man and women could take, some featuring various acts of sexual acts. It reminded him of his ancestry, as a Demon of the Second Circle where debauchery is celebrated.
Entering into his room, the servants had done as asked. In the corner stood a large tub propped up on four feet, a live fire beneath it. It wasn't boiling, but hotter than most non-Demons could tolerate.
His room was scarcely lit, the light plings of rain hitting the large windows filling the room. A larger-than king sized bed was neatly made towards the right side of the room, with a bedside table on either side of it. Above the bed hung a massive painting called 'A Hundred Delights', illustrating a demon and his hundred concubines. In each of the four corners of the bed were sturdy poles of dark mahogany, holding up the canopy.
In the left corner was his place of study, an opening to his personal library right next to it. Between the two great windows of the room was a smaller table with a couple of chairs gathered around; a place where he occasionally hosted more intimate dinners. It was also behind these two great windows that a magic spell had been put in place, to cover up a small vault containing his more valuable artefacts. Not necessarily because they were monetarily worth a lot, but because they had sentimental value to him.
He undressed quickly enough, leaving his purple garments on one of the chairs surrounding the table. Entirely naked he took a big step into the tub, water rising as he submerged himself until only his head was afloat. He began to wash, soap bubbles covering the surface so that you couldn't see below it. He raised himself up slightly, letting his broad and muscular arms hang down the sides of the tub, blue chest hair just barely visible over the water. His mane of blue hair, now wet, clung to his back and shoulder or swam around idly in the water.
There weren't much finesse or consideration for the girls as they were inspected. Gloves, cream, mouth, pussy, ass. Eikel could watch Zabra do it all night. A plump little gal, buzzcut with a replacement eye. She was tough as nails as a merc, and she hadn't gone soft since.
Digging deep in every orifice to check for any signs of foul play. From microphones to weapons, any hint of bullshit and the woman would be in for a shitty fucking night. So far so good though. She'd done the thirtieth girl out of a sixty-six batch, no hiccups as of yet. The girls that'd been through the process got themselves a partystarter; two pills of Enzor and a shot to wash it down. Needless to say that partaking was mandatory. He left Zabra with the remaining half, heading down to the basement. Besides Zabra and the two guards waiting outside, the last of his crew were chumming in the makeshift BOP.
''How's it looking boys?'' Eikel asked as he entered, heading for the monitors. They'd put up eyes around the building, covering most rooms and hallways. No brain attached, they weren't there to record; only for overwatch. Eyes, wires and monitors. Oldschool shit, no signal senders or receivers. Mandatory for the discretion the interested parties demand. ''All good boss. Z's enjoying herself.'' One replied with a bottle of beer in his hand. ''She goes deep on the blondes, think she got a thing for 'em.'' The other man at the monitors added, having a sip of beer. ''Who doesn't.'' Eikel agreed, walking over to the screens. ''The basement setup's looking good?'' He glanced over. ''Yes boss, we set up the table and the ehm... Tools are there too.'' Two kinds of people, Eikel liked to think. Those that would hurt others for the fun of it, and those that would hurt others cause they could. The last group were the ones that ordered girls for the basement.
An hour or so later and the guests began to drizzle in. Nineteen were intended to show up, and nineteen did. The guests of honor. The elite, the competent few that had enough money to place a barrier between themselves and the wicked masses of the country. Or something like that. Eikel'd forgotten exactly how Verman had put it; not that he found much truth in it. As tonight would show, there's plenty of wickedness on either side of the wall. The girls were provided from a handful of entertainment chains, and came with as much variety as possible. Hair colour, skin colour, age, size, shape and outfit.
Some would take control while others would serve. Whole bloods and girls half cybernetically replaced. If someone failed to get their rocks off it weren't the girls fault. It didn't take long for the place to turn into a pretentious whorehouse. Some guys were always too eager, indulging too quickly and blowing their load on the first girl. He didn't pity them. He pitied the girls that had to pretend like jerking and sucking on a limp dick was the most exciting thing they'd ever done. Everyone besides the prostitutes wore the same styled suit of black with a white undershirt. It was beyond retro, the oldfashioned style favoured for it's exclusivity. You could rebuild half your body after a crash or get yourself a piece of clothing that only held relevance to a select few. They also wore pale masks, void of features except for the protruding nose that was awkwardly phallic. For some it added a great deal of secrecy, but it did little to disguise the fat gut of Luzorm Clifford. He was too simple to worry about that though. As long as the bait consisted of a tight hole and drugs he could be tricked into anything. As the party progressed Eikel assumed his role as a trusted observer.
He was the guy that made sure no one became too personal. The guys could suck the shit out of some hooker's ass and it wouldn't be a problem. But if start asking for names, or flirting with the idea of removing the mask? That's when it was time to crash the party. Until that point he'd stick to the shadows, being as unseen as a man the size of Eikel in a house full of women could be. He wasn't supposed to communicate with the women, but he couldn't help himself from an ass grab whenever he crossed someone in the empty hallways. Only looking and no touching was surprisingly tedious work.
Digging deep in every orifice to check for any signs of foul play. From microphones to weapons, any hint of bullshit and the woman would be in for a shitty fucking night. So far so good though. She'd done the thirtieth girl out of a sixty-six batch, no hiccups as of yet. The girls that'd been through the process got themselves a partystarter; two pills of Enzor and a shot to wash it down. Needless to say that partaking was mandatory. He left Zabra with the remaining half, heading down to the basement. Besides Zabra and the two guards waiting outside, the last of his crew were chumming in the makeshift BOP.
''How's it looking boys?'' Eikel asked as he entered, heading for the monitors. They'd put up eyes around the building, covering most rooms and hallways. No brain attached, they weren't there to record; only for overwatch. Eyes, wires and monitors. Oldschool shit, no signal senders or receivers. Mandatory for the discretion the interested parties demand. ''All good boss. Z's enjoying herself.'' One replied with a bottle of beer in his hand. ''She goes deep on the blondes, think she got a thing for 'em.'' The other man at the monitors added, having a sip of beer. ''Who doesn't.'' Eikel agreed, walking over to the screens. ''The basement setup's looking good?'' He glanced over. ''Yes boss, we set up the table and the ehm... Tools are there too.'' Two kinds of people, Eikel liked to think. Those that would hurt others for the fun of it, and those that would hurt others cause they could. The last group were the ones that ordered girls for the basement.
An hour or so later and the guests began to drizzle in. Nineteen were intended to show up, and nineteen did. The guests of honor. The elite, the competent few that had enough money to place a barrier between themselves and the wicked masses of the country. Or something like that. Eikel'd forgotten exactly how Verman had put it; not that he found much truth in it. As tonight would show, there's plenty of wickedness on either side of the wall. The girls were provided from a handful of entertainment chains, and came with as much variety as possible. Hair colour, skin colour, age, size, shape and outfit.
Some would take control while others would serve. Whole bloods and girls half cybernetically replaced. If someone failed to get their rocks off it weren't the girls fault. It didn't take long for the place to turn into a pretentious whorehouse. Some guys were always too eager, indulging too quickly and blowing their load on the first girl. He didn't pity them. He pitied the girls that had to pretend like jerking and sucking on a limp dick was the most exciting thing they'd ever done. Everyone besides the prostitutes wore the same styled suit of black with a white undershirt. It was beyond retro, the oldfashioned style favoured for it's exclusivity. You could rebuild half your body after a crash or get yourself a piece of clothing that only held relevance to a select few. They also wore pale masks, void of features except for the protruding nose that was awkwardly phallic. For some it added a great deal of secrecy, but it did little to disguise the fat gut of Luzorm Clifford. He was too simple to worry about that though. As long as the bait consisted of a tight hole and drugs he could be tricked into anything. As the party progressed Eikel assumed his role as a trusted observer.
He was the guy that made sure no one became too personal. The guys could suck the shit out of some hooker's ass and it wouldn't be a problem. But if start asking for names, or flirting with the idea of removing the mask? That's when it was time to crash the party. Until that point he'd stick to the shadows, being as unseen as a man the size of Eikel in a house full of women could be. He wasn't supposed to communicate with the women, but he couldn't help himself from an ass grab whenever he crossed someone in the empty hallways. Only looking and no touching was surprisingly tedious work.
He loved how aggressive the Elf let her tongue be. Very much a reflection of herself, she didn't wait around on a soft pillow for pleasure to come. She sought it, and she did so with the tenacity of a vengeful spirit. He retaliated with the force of a green tide, his tongue pushing hers back into her mouth, his far longer tongue grinding against and tasting all that she had to offer.
Lena put up a commendable effort in wrapping her hand around his cock, but she simply stood no chance against his behemoth sized member.
Still, it reacted almost immediately as she touched it, spewing out a quick droplet that landed right between her chest. That was just how much he loved Lena, a single touch could turn him to butter. But now wasn't the time for going soft, as her strokes were just a glimpse into the pleasure that was to come. Her breaking of the kiss was a bitter-sweet moment, but as a verbal invitation to fuck her came he suddenly didn't care about that anymore.
Only a sex-crazed pervert would look at Ty's size with anticipation, yet he knew that was exactly what Lena was thinking as she spoke the words. Slowly dragging his fingers out with a intoxicating wet schlick, more and more of his wettened green appendages showing until the point of being entirely out. Wet threads lasted for a couple of centimeters before being broken, her cunt spread wide open both by his and hers fingers. He gave it a quick slap, filling out the room with the sound, smiling wickedly down at his girl. Now for the main attraction.
Lena was so tight it seemed an impossible fit, but years of experience revealed it was all about tenacity and relentlessness. So when his fat cock head lined up with her entrance, it was a simple question of pushing. With one hand on her shoulder so she wouldn't scoot away, guiding his cock with the other, he slowly fed her, forcing her small body to open up for the guest. He could feel her pussy's resistance as the head slowly slid in, providing an unbelievable squeeze as if he was about to make her burst. He looked shortly at her face, before looking back down at the magic waiting to happen. He opened her up and fed her more, a suction happening as the thickest part of his head slid in.
He moaned between locked teeth, slowly beginning to work his hips. At first only giving her a couple of inches slowly, before moaning louder as half of his cock soon was burried inside of her.
Lena put up a commendable effort in wrapping her hand around his cock, but she simply stood no chance against his behemoth sized member.
Still, it reacted almost immediately as she touched it, spewing out a quick droplet that landed right between her chest. That was just how much he loved Lena, a single touch could turn him to butter. But now wasn't the time for going soft, as her strokes were just a glimpse into the pleasure that was to come. Her breaking of the kiss was a bitter-sweet moment, but as a verbal invitation to fuck her came he suddenly didn't care about that anymore.
Only a sex-crazed pervert would look at Ty's size with anticipation, yet he knew that was exactly what Lena was thinking as she spoke the words. Slowly dragging his fingers out with a intoxicating wet schlick, more and more of his wettened green appendages showing until the point of being entirely out. Wet threads lasted for a couple of centimeters before being broken, her cunt spread wide open both by his and hers fingers. He gave it a quick slap, filling out the room with the sound, smiling wickedly down at his girl. Now for the main attraction.
Lena was so tight it seemed an impossible fit, but years of experience revealed it was all about tenacity and relentlessness. So when his fat cock head lined up with her entrance, it was a simple question of pushing. With one hand on her shoulder so she wouldn't scoot away, guiding his cock with the other, he slowly fed her, forcing her small body to open up for the guest. He could feel her pussy's resistance as the head slowly slid in, providing an unbelievable squeeze as if he was about to make her burst. He looked shortly at her face, before looking back down at the magic waiting to happen. He opened her up and fed her more, a suction happening as the thickest part of his head slid in.
He moaned between locked teeth, slowly beginning to work his hips. At first only giving her a couple of inches slowly, before moaning louder as half of his cock soon was burried inside of her.
Pairings bank:
Coach x Athlete:
A truly talented girl down on her luck, standing without a coach or sponsors after a scandal or some such. She happens to know that one of the older men (From 30-40'ish) at her gym used to coach earlier world champions. She decides to try her luck, finding the man a lot more reluctant than expected.
Orc x Elf:
A sweet story between a very big Orc, and a very small Elf. Wholesome, consensual fun in any world from medieval fantasy to futuristic space exploration. Themes like size difference, where he stretches her to her limits will be dominant. Just a smutty, fun adventure of a cute couple.
Orc Crime Boss x Undercover Cop:
Orc crime boss and a female agent send to infiltrate his organization. Sci-fi fantasy based.
He'd be a multi-planet drugs and weapons dealer, hiding out at a neo-Las Vegas planet after the heat grew too hot.
Your character will be part of the intergalactic police force, send to infiltrate MC's organization in order to bring it down. Chosen because she's a human female, a known weakness of MC.
Retired General x Trainee [Fantasy]:
An extinguished general is about to retire, but not before crossing paths with a woman in bootcamp. There'd be an obvious age difference, thinking her being about 18 (Not younger) and him being late 40 at the oldest. He's got a real hard shell, but finds himself opening up to her in ways he hadn't expected. Queue the romance and fling between the two characters.
I think it would be fun to pair someone tainted by war, someone that couldn't wait to get out of the business with someone young and naïve. Perhaps she has a glossy image of what being a war hero is like. In either case, it'll be opposites meeting and coming together.
Demon's Be Purged 1:
A Paladin of a holy order is teamed up with a nun or priestess of another order. Their mission is to track down and eliminate any demons found, from sprawling cities to seedy farmsteads. Will sparks fly? Can love blossom on the endless battlefield of a demon invasion?
Demon's Be Purged 2:
A Paladin of a holy order is forced through necessity to work with a Demon. Their mission is to track down and eliminate any demons found, from sprawling cities to seedy farmsteads. How will the Paladin cope with relying on someone he had vowed to destroyed? What happens when he begins to fall for her?
I'll leave you with a couple of pictures that I considered using for my profile picture. Gives you an idea of the kind of look I like to go for.
Minotaur
Leaking Through Boxers
Powerful Warrior
Demon/Necromancer
Orc Smith
Modern Orc
Orced
The Right Size
SFW Large Demon
Cyberpunk Size Difference NSFW
Black Orc
Werewolf
Showering With A Beast
NSFW (Un)dressing for the occasion.
NSFW Demon I'd love to use
SFW Size difference I like
NSFW1
NSFW Werewolf 1
Big Dick Elf + Slimegirls
NSFW ORC1
NSFW ORC2
NSFW ORC3
NSFW ORC4
Favorite position
Seriously favorite position
What I like 1 NSFW
What I like 2 NSFW
NSFW Male faceclaim
NSFW Male faceclaim 2
SEMI-NSFW MALE FACECLAIM
SFW Male Faceclaim
SFW Modern Male
Kind of Mess I Like To Leave NSFW
NSFW Modern Male Faceclaim
Cock size I'd like to incorporate
Cock shape that could be fun to experiment with
In bed
Demon Daddy
Heavy Demon Energy (GIF)
Heavy Demon Energy With A Happy Ending (GIF)
Lizardman
Muscular Tiefling
Big Guy And Multiple Women 1, 2, 3
For the Anthro-Bull Lovers
Cum Inflation
Orange Haired Muscular
Goddess 1, 2, 3
Black Fighter
Chocolate Bunnies
Muscular Raven
Muscular Korra
Super Muscular
Tanned and fit
Muscular Elf
Orc 1,
Uniforms 1,2
Leather!
Lingerie
Bunny girl
Flexible
Felicia Hardy 1,2,3,4
Juri 1,2,3,4,5,6
Shy Elf
Swimsuit
DakotaJade (Instagram link)
Menat 1,2,3
Inquisitor
Sci-Fi Dark Elf
Sith
Muscular 2,
When real life inspires art
Fixing the sink or something
Mouthful of BBC
Modern Elf
Goddess 1, 2, 3
Black Fighter
Chocolate Bunnies
Muscular Raven
Muscular Korra
Super Muscular
Tanned and fit
Muscular Elf
Orc 1,
Uniforms 1,2
Leather!
Lingerie
Bunny girl
Flexible
Felicia Hardy 1,2,3,4
Juri 1,2,3,4,5,6
Shy Elf
Swimsuit
DakotaJade (Instagram link)
Menat 1,2,3
Inquisitor
Sci-Fi Dark Elf
Sith
Muscular 2,
When real life inspires art
Fixing the sink or something
Mouthful of BBC
Modern Elf
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