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Dreamwayfarer
Hedonite of the Abyss
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2024
- Location
- the murky swamp of your dreams!
Good eve adventuring lads, travel weary knights, barbarians, rogues and monster's alike~
I hope to enthrall any curios tom's who might be interested in forging a full fledged tales of intrigue, sorcery, dungeon delving, vice and hardship, and a perilous dance between corruption and redemption. I am looking to explore the following settings of the dungeons and dragons universe, or Golarion(for the latter, I'd need you as my guide - my knowledge of its lore and the setting itself is surface deep at best). Faerun, Eberron, or Spelljammer. Though if you prefer a generic setting where things are much more loose and we'll need to work together to forge our character's universe then by all means please do inquire!
In general I'm open to being pitched ideas so I'd like to make clear a few things:
I hope to enthrall any curios tom's who might be interested in forging a full fledged tales of intrigue, sorcery, dungeon delving, vice and hardship, and a perilous dance between corruption and redemption. I am looking to explore the following settings of the dungeons and dragons universe, or Golarion(for the latter, I'd need you as my guide - my knowledge of its lore and the setting itself is surface deep at best). Faerun, Eberron, or Spelljammer. Though if you prefer a generic setting where things are much more loose and we'll need to work together to forge our character's universe then by all means please do inquire!
In general I'm open to being pitched ideas so I'd like to make clear a few things:
- Any erotic/smut filled scene I will play a trans fem or fem presenting character with a penis and balls.
- My characters tend to be switch's, and will veer either top or bottom dependent on the character themselves or what proposal your character will have in mind. I am open to strictly top / bottom characters.
- I am only interested in erotic scenes that include men, trans men, or masc presenting characters. I am open to intersex characters, vulva, but have a preference for penis owning characters.
- I love roleplaying with dice over discord, but its not a mandatory thing and plays into my dungeon and dragons / pathfinder interest.
- My availability and times vary - I am most interested in play by post campaigns, or if we are needing a scheduled session to push through a combat or want more invested time - those sessions would be best suited to week days.
OOC Note: I do enjoy being friendly and holding small conversations outside of our shared interest in the roleplay we build, but over all as a note OOC chatter should remain platonic. I am in a committed relationship IRL, but I do enjoy having friends who enjoy art, RPG's, and other shared fandom interests.
Here is a general list of my interests - this may be subject to change.
Delicious Delights (Favorites/Yes) | A curiosity all the same (Curios to try/Maybe) | Not even by Graz'zt's gnarled cock. (No's / Do not ask) |
Favorites Gratuitous/Vulgar descriptions of penisCock and Balls Worship Balls Focus Heavy balls Ridiculous Costumes (Adventuring Gear but crotchless / cock + balls / breasts / chest exposed) Codpieces (Obnoxious or otherwise) Body Hair Pubic Hair on fem presenting characters(optional) Humiliation/Degradation Bad Ends (Masc Presenting Characters) Dysfunctional Corruption ( Taint the pretty paladin boy whose only ever dreamt of the summer maid back home) Adultery Frotting Casual Jerk Off Monsters Cross Dressing (Masc Presenting Characters) Martial characters(Warriors/Rogues/Archers/etc) Big Serious Melodramatic Campaigns with Dark Themes and all Characters that are obviously adults (ideally 20+ years of age) | Curios to try Bad Ends (Fem Presenting Character)Musk/Sweat Pheromone play Bondage NonCon Enchantment Spells/Mind Domination Watersports Light-Hearted goofy campaigns | No Tentacles (They just never did it for me -- I'm fine if its a means of bondage, but not penetration)Scat Dismemberment Sexualized Gore Vore Filth play Sounding Characters whose age is dubious( Characters who appear underaged or it is hard to determine are an instant no) |
Yes Topping Hyper Masc MenBottoming for Hyper Masc Men Twinks/Twunks/Swimmer's Build/Otter's Brooding Rogues and Rangers Noticable size difference in cocks Small Cocks Saggy balls Beefy Men Monstrous races (**Bugbears**/Sentient Handsome Freshly Dead Zombie Boys/Hobgoblins/Troubled and Rugged Half Orcs) Eating Ass (Giving/Receiving) Hairy Ass Worship (For Masc coded characters) Casual Nudity Petite Breasts | Maybe Spellcasters (Masc Presenting)Strap Ons Bukkake Cloaca Sheathes Dwarves(They gotta be so hot - i'm so sorry my short kings) Internal Cock/Balls(Not sure thats the right term, I mean in the sense of Humanoid SeaCreature/Dragonborn type characters Large Breasts | This box is just for fun I think. --- This may be updated in the future |
Adventures/Prompts
Vanessa,(CIS-Woman cursed with a cock) a vicious power hungry warlock whose got something to prove -- she'll stop at nothing to pursue power, and seeks those strong enough to aid in her quest of overtaking the famed mercantile/arms dealing/smuggling group known as the Zhentarim. This character is my main OC, and who I am most interested in pursuing a game with. I would like to either CO-DM an actual one-on-one D&D game, or play as a solo-player to a DM. I would not be interested in a Bad-End scene for this character.
Half-Elf Warlock(Verse-Top)/Verse-Bottom (Hyper Masc Ideally/Masc Presenting) Character
Vanessa's Character Sheet + NSFW Portrait
Writing Sample:
The warmth of him was a blessing but one she didn't intend to appreciate openly. She leaned in closer but concealed the fact by looking over and across his frame. Already she was watching the patrols of the flaming fist, but that didn't stop her from posing and putting on airs of a bashful lover. Her cloak was situated in such a way as to frame her silhouette but blessedly concealing the tent her erection had made of her skirt. Though the cloak was left open enough to leave her chest bare. The blouse and leather corset she wore flattered her bosom and pressed her cleavage tight to sit in perfect view for him. He caught her interest at his mention of negotiations, and she could feel her breath catching in her throat. A lurid vision accosted her mind; the first time Zandrian presented his manhood to her. The dark almost violently red-purple of his length full in her face, she had to pull her thoughts away all while trying to listen to [/////] words, she winced - why did her patron torment her so? Didn't he realize there was more to her ambitions than bedding and dominating men? With him shoving visions of cocks in her face; how was she to get any practical work done? By the lord of the nine hells, why was it when this man was acting serious, crossing his arms and shoving his giant chest and his bulging arms in her face any help? At his flirtatious barbs, Vanessa opted for venom rather than honey. "Yes; you'll fit the stereotype well of a villain; seeing as few commoners and fledgling paladins can hardly tell the difference between devils and demons... you're a shoe in, red skin, fangs, horns, and tail... oh my" Her voice trailed off as she spotted the rising loincloth. Bigger than Zandrian, she thought. Thankfully; she lacked her a tight quim for him to ram himself into with her and that gave her some measure of... false comfort. It failed to dawn on her there are other holes for men to spoil. >>>
Now that he flaunted the piece of meat in front her, it was like the two organs were magnetized to one another... but only one of the magnetized parties was aware of both. Her pact-fueled meat pipe raged against her codpiece, and it took all her will power to drag her eyes away from his engorged sex. She turned on a heel again, the flutter of her cloak concealed her sex perfectly and now that she was fully out of view she quickly tucked her dislodged ball back into her codpiece and pinched the button back into place before stepping boldly with her heeled boots in the side streets of the town. "Very well [//////], I will refrain from using your race in place of your name... I am reluctant to provide mine own: but you may know me as Vanessa. I find it reasonable given the fact we may very well be working with one another a great deal more. Come along if you please, or linger here." While they waited for the night to fully draw across she either went alone or accompanied by [/////]. A blessing by her patron, her erection finally died down and her brocade codpiece was thankfully spared being stretched any further. It was an expensive and handsome garment; even if it was meant for men's fashion. Her journey through the residential district of the town yielded beautifully. An abandoned modest cottage was nestled beneath the shadows of a warehouse and several townhomes with no windows facing the dilapidated residence. It was overgrown with ivy and choked with various weeds and wild growth. At the side of the fenced in house; there was a trellis doorway that lead into a backyard. The backyard was hemmed in by the town proper's stone fence which was about seven/eight feet high. The noise they make may be quite a great deal, but the area was too far gone for guards to patrol regularly. Her suspicion was confirmed as she continued to watch the patrols. >>
By the time she returned, night had fallen, the town lanterns were lit by the local cleric before he made off to bed, and the tavern they watched in the dark shadows of a side street opposite of it. That was when they spot /her/ the caught the woman's flame-red auburn hair in the street lantern upon her chestnut horse. Vanessa grabbed [/////] by the shoulder as he looked away, spinning him around so that he was in full view of her --- he had just enough time to catch the full view of one exposed breast -- she had tugged the fabric of her blouse to one side so her breast was exposed luridly at him. The supple flesh was perky and her puffy pink nipple was upturned towards his face, it practically was begging for his fangs to sink into them and nurse at her tit like a starved brute. He saw all this in a flash as her hand came at him to strike him... should he allow it. The blow would sorely miss unless he decided to take it, but her shriek was enough to catch the attention of the paladin. The woman dressed in a breast plate, a tunic, riding leggings and metal tipped riding boots dismounted in one smooth motion, leather straps concealed her groin and protected from any undue harm. She drew her blade, and ran her hand across the length of it, with her hand light sparked. "Unhand her villain!" Her desire for glory was barely concealed as she waved off those who began to chase down the guard patrol. "No need; you'll see me brand this villain and have him clapped in the pillory at your village square."
Now that he flaunted the piece of meat in front her, it was like the two organs were magnetized to one another... but only one of the magnetized parties was aware of both. Her pact-fueled meat pipe raged against her codpiece, and it took all her will power to drag her eyes away from his engorged sex. She turned on a heel again, the flutter of her cloak concealed her sex perfectly and now that she was fully out of view she quickly tucked her dislodged ball back into her codpiece and pinched the button back into place before stepping boldly with her heeled boots in the side streets of the town. "Very well [//////], I will refrain from using your race in place of your name... I am reluctant to provide mine own: but you may know me as Vanessa. I find it reasonable given the fact we may very well be working with one another a great deal more. Come along if you please, or linger here." While they waited for the night to fully draw across she either went alone or accompanied by [/////]. A blessing by her patron, her erection finally died down and her brocade codpiece was thankfully spared being stretched any further. It was an expensive and handsome garment; even if it was meant for men's fashion. Her journey through the residential district of the town yielded beautifully. An abandoned modest cottage was nestled beneath the shadows of a warehouse and several townhomes with no windows facing the dilapidated residence. It was overgrown with ivy and choked with various weeds and wild growth. At the side of the fenced in house; there was a trellis doorway that lead into a backyard. The backyard was hemmed in by the town proper's stone fence which was about seven/eight feet high. The noise they make may be quite a great deal, but the area was too far gone for guards to patrol regularly. Her suspicion was confirmed as she continued to watch the patrols. >>
By the time she returned, night had fallen, the town lanterns were lit by the local cleric before he made off to bed, and the tavern they watched in the dark shadows of a side street opposite of it. That was when they spot /her/ the caught the woman's flame-red auburn hair in the street lantern upon her chestnut horse. Vanessa grabbed [/////] by the shoulder as he looked away, spinning him around so that he was in full view of her --- he had just enough time to catch the full view of one exposed breast -- she had tugged the fabric of her blouse to one side so her breast was exposed luridly at him. The supple flesh was perky and her puffy pink nipple was upturned towards his face, it practically was begging for his fangs to sink into them and nurse at her tit like a starved brute. He saw all this in a flash as her hand came at him to strike him... should he allow it. The blow would sorely miss unless he decided to take it, but her shriek was enough to catch the attention of the paladin. The woman dressed in a breast plate, a tunic, riding leggings and metal tipped riding boots dismounted in one smooth motion, leather straps concealed her groin and protected from any undue harm. She drew her blade, and ran her hand across the length of it, with her hand light sparked. "Unhand her villain!" Her desire for glory was barely concealed as she waved off those who began to chase down the guard patrol. "No need; you'll see me brand this villain and have him clapped in the pillory at your village square."
Star Struck Adventurer aboard a spelljammer! I love the idea of exploring the astral sea with a daring Githyanki swashbuckling captain (or zombie pirate for those who saw that interest)
Trans-Fem Bottom or Verse-Bottom/Top or Verse-Top Masc Presenting Character
Eberron -- I want to roleplay in this setting so bad. I have two characters in mind, a beautiful porcelain war-forged (made in secret or repurposed into a sex doll (that of course escapes and goes on an adventure-- or maybe is brought along by her malicious/dysfunctional captor?) or playing a medusa or monster girl from the monstrous country of Droaam and runs with the criminal cartel Daask in the city of Sharn. Pair her up with a minotaur or something if we want to make it real smutty real fast.
Trans-Fem Verse-Bottom/Verse-Top Hyper Masc or Masc Presenting Character
Opening Scene/Character Description for Fantasy Slice of Life Writing Sample: (Trans-Fem Half-Orc w/ Pubic Hair)
The long winter had ended, and at last spring had come. When she last saw her adventuring companion; it was several months back, autumns crisp had softened to rot, ushering in the chill of winter. There with her companions she fought alongside them to defeat a vile necromancer; it had been her last quest for that very night their trusted healer Dana was felled by a vicious spell. With a point of the necromancers crooked finger, she was dead on the spot, flat on the ground, and in mere seconds scrambling up as a ravenous geist.
After that quest, she was done. Dana was her best friend, even before she became the woman she was today... but she had one regret. Though that could wait; she had to fix the porch steps and find some way to reinforce them. With her weight (being she was a considerably strong half-orc) and the cottage being built for a halfling... she had a lot of renovating to do, and as she sat on the porch the night before she had fallen right through. Thankfully, it was late spring and the days were more warm than cold and the old halfling womans home she inherited was in full bloom from all the plant life that crawled up it. It was beautiful; but really harmed the structure with their winding vines, but the bright pink and lavender blooms was a breath taking sight. She rememebered when her adventure with Dana started, and they helped the old woman chase off a pair of fey pranksters.
It was about midday when Daisy had to take a break, and dressed down from her clothes (if only slightly). Luckily, she had her gladiator costume that she purchased when she entered into the brawlers tourney at the traveling circus. It was a rather scandalous thing, but it covered the necessities. A buckled, bright yellow plaid leotard hugged her breasts snugly, and given her soft muscles and her petite breasts, it held them close enough to give her gal's some oomph, and as Thyrm the dwarf would say, a pair tits that didnt need a dozen of ales to convince--
him to bury his head into. She blushed, remembering the old flirt. She still felt bad with how she left the two of them. Thyrm helped drag Iman out of that crypt. Shared hoisting him over her back with the dwarf, as awkward as that was given how tall she is. When they finally arrived to the Temple of Sune... it took everything for her to find the courage and open up about her feelings to Iman.
She had always saw the looks he cast her, and joined in flirting with her often... but it never went beyond that. But seeing Dana die, and him so close to death, she had to. Thrym had left the Temple to go out and pick up supplies for the three of them, and thats when she sprung Iman. How she cared for him deeply, and wanted him to come back with her to Storlock and live in the old halfling womans cottage with her. Her face burned with shame as she revealed her closely held secret. She was a trans woman. It was too much for her to wait and see his reaction and she ran out while he was still bed ridden, leaving him waiting for Thrym to come back.
Daisy missed them desperately. But she was too ashamed to turn back and try to find them now. They could have moved on; found a new fighter to travel with... and a new healer too. She frowned, hoisting up the rest of the yellow plaid leotard. She winced -- noticing one of her hairy, fist sized balls was caught up in the waistband of the leotard. She squatted and pulled down on the fabric and fished the fuzzy green orb into the garment, tucking her genitals to her rear. Next she grabbed the violet loincloth, it was a simple thing and was part of the costume. A silken rope with the violet rectangles of fabric helped conceal the obvious buldge at her rear side and also her front. She wasnt too confident in her skills with faking a camel toe. Lastly, she added a bushel of blossoms to the silken belt. She wanted to feel dainty.---The rest of the days work went by smoothly, working up a small sweat as the heat dragged on, and as the sun began to set and turned the day into a wash of pinks, violets, and orange, she was able to sit out on her porch and stare across at the lonely, winding hedged road.She was exhausted, and she leaned back with her elbows resting on the stairs behind her, and she spread her legs wide. She didnt even notice that the one, slippery, untamed ball had slipped loose and very nearly dangled off the edge of the stairstep she sat upon. Even the soft violet loincloth didnt manage to conceal that green hairy nut.
After that quest, she was done. Dana was her best friend, even before she became the woman she was today... but she had one regret. Though that could wait; she had to fix the porch steps and find some way to reinforce them. With her weight (being she was a considerably strong half-orc) and the cottage being built for a halfling... she had a lot of renovating to do, and as she sat on the porch the night before she had fallen right through. Thankfully, it was late spring and the days were more warm than cold and the old halfling womans home she inherited was in full bloom from all the plant life that crawled up it. It was beautiful; but really harmed the structure with their winding vines, but the bright pink and lavender blooms was a breath taking sight. She rememebered when her adventure with Dana started, and they helped the old woman chase off a pair of fey pranksters.
It was about midday when Daisy had to take a break, and dressed down from her clothes (if only slightly). Luckily, she had her gladiator costume that she purchased when she entered into the brawlers tourney at the traveling circus. It was a rather scandalous thing, but it covered the necessities. A buckled, bright yellow plaid leotard hugged her breasts snugly, and given her soft muscles and her petite breasts, it held them close enough to give her gal's some oomph, and as Thyrm the dwarf would say, a pair tits that didnt need a dozen of ales to convince--
him to bury his head into. She blushed, remembering the old flirt. She still felt bad with how she left the two of them. Thyrm helped drag Iman out of that crypt. Shared hoisting him over her back with the dwarf, as awkward as that was given how tall she is. When they finally arrived to the Temple of Sune... it took everything for her to find the courage and open up about her feelings to Iman.
She had always saw the looks he cast her, and joined in flirting with her often... but it never went beyond that. But seeing Dana die, and him so close to death, she had to. Thrym had left the Temple to go out and pick up supplies for the three of them, and thats when she sprung Iman. How she cared for him deeply, and wanted him to come back with her to Storlock and live in the old halfling womans cottage with her. Her face burned with shame as she revealed her closely held secret. She was a trans woman. It was too much for her to wait and see his reaction and she ran out while he was still bed ridden, leaving him waiting for Thrym to come back.
Daisy missed them desperately. But she was too ashamed to turn back and try to find them now. They could have moved on; found a new fighter to travel with... and a new healer too. She frowned, hoisting up the rest of the yellow plaid leotard. She winced -- noticing one of her hairy, fist sized balls was caught up in the waistband of the leotard. She squatted and pulled down on the fabric and fished the fuzzy green orb into the garment, tucking her genitals to her rear. Next she grabbed the violet loincloth, it was a simple thing and was part of the costume. A silken rope with the violet rectangles of fabric helped conceal the obvious buldge at her rear side and also her front. She wasnt too confident in her skills with faking a camel toe. Lastly, she added a bushel of blossoms to the silken belt. She wanted to feel dainty.---The rest of the days work went by smoothly, working up a small sweat as the heat dragged on, and as the sun began to set and turned the day into a wash of pinks, violets, and orange, she was able to sit out on her porch and stare across at the lonely, winding hedged road.She was exhausted, and she leaned back with her elbows resting on the stairs behind her, and she spread her legs wide. She didnt even notice that the one, slippery, untamed ball had slipped loose and very nearly dangled off the edge of the stairstep she sat upon. Even the soft violet loincloth didnt manage to conceal that green hairy nut.
Character Description of Trans-Fem Top Writing Sample:
The time spent in a tightly confined darkness was seemingly endless. All you knew was you jostled violently upon the back of a considerably powerful, massive creature, that moved with such alarming speed that you swung and smacked into the other prisoners next to you, but never into the a hard surface that would of surely brained you. Whatever the creature was; it was moving down. At times it would leap, and other times it would skitter and scramble upside down, left and right, and upright again. How you managed to hold last night's meal was a wonder, but you could hear, not so much see, others vomiting from the erratic movements. If your dead mothers bed time stories were any indication - the Drow were taking you deep into the depths of faerun. The Underdark. Tangled up in thick viscous webs that held you as surely as a python held its prey in a death squeeze. All the while the voice of that nightmarish red eyed drow matriarch shouted out orders in the dark. The dutiful voices of her smaller male underlings answering in response.
When exhaustion finally took you, and you slept, you knew not that you had woken for how dark it still was. The difference though; was you no longer violently jostled but was held perfectly suspended, it was strangely soothing, cradled but nothing by webs. Your head throbbed - you realized your blood had rushed down to your head, being suspended upside down.
A womans voice spoke up - the matriarch, she spoke abruptly in elvish and a male voice replied with a one word answer before climbing up a ladder, and the sliding of stone gave way to silence. Her approach was patient, and you felt her grip the webs at your ankles, and with a graceful pull of a curved dagger, the webs fell away. Revealing your form to her, taken while you supped on your dinner the night before -- when at last her dagger ran across your neck, tracing your adams apple, your chin, the tip of your nose. You smelt her.
It was of vanilla and sandalwood, this was no scent of the underdark. She smelt of the same perfume as the noble woman who lived in manor on the outskirts of town. A deeper scent hinted beneath the aromatics, a musk filled one. It reminded of you the prelude of sex, a deep primal and arousing scent, but to you -- it was wholly off putting.
"Aren't you a handsome thing?" Her voice was steeped in honey, rich with depth with a slight rasp. You couldnt see, but you could feel her sinister ruby gaze rake across your form, reveling on the exposed swaths of skin and lingering on the remains of your garb.
It was then, getting the scent of the drow matriarch that you felt her manicured nails run down your vulnerable throat, your jaw line, your cheeks. You could feel the gentle marks of her nails pressing into your skin as she hooked underneath the remaining webbing. She pulled and ripped it apart - the first thing to greet your gaze was the lilac glands of her cock. Did your lips curl from surprise, or outright disgust? The flare of her shovel headed glands were covered in a deep lavender foreskin, a dark plum vein ran its length on one side while the thick underbelly of her turgid cock was exposed to you. Your whole view of her form and features were almost wholly eclipsed by her purple eggplant of a cock, practically shoving it in your face. You followed the length of that purple eel to her balls, which were neatly wrapped up in a deep red velvet satin. Fastened by gold chain that wrapped around her ample hips. Her thighs were massive, all slender curves and toned muscles, they looked supple and smooth to the touch but promised the reinforcement of powerful muscles. Managing to gaze past the pendulous weight of her cock at half mast, you see nothing else but a streamlined body toned to reflect a lethal predator. Her breasts, covered in surely ceremonial, or at the least heavily costumed brass breast plate, but could be better appreciated as a bikini top. Her hands and forearms were garbed in a likewise costume fashion, copper metals with spider web filigree and crimson red velvet cloth that ran up and hugged every curve and muscle of her arm disappeared under the view of brass, spider-like pauldrons. She shifted her cock of your face if only to allow you to see her rich, plum lips painted almost black, and almond eyes that could be considered beautiful were they not glowing red as the hells. She wore her silvery white hair unbound and undecorated save a small brass circlet encrusted with a ruby.
The matriarch smiled, but did your heartbeat race in fear, excitement, or rage and disgust?
When exhaustion finally took you, and you slept, you knew not that you had woken for how dark it still was. The difference though; was you no longer violently jostled but was held perfectly suspended, it was strangely soothing, cradled but nothing by webs. Your head throbbed - you realized your blood had rushed down to your head, being suspended upside down.
A womans voice spoke up - the matriarch, she spoke abruptly in elvish and a male voice replied with a one word answer before climbing up a ladder, and the sliding of stone gave way to silence. Her approach was patient, and you felt her grip the webs at your ankles, and with a graceful pull of a curved dagger, the webs fell away. Revealing your form to her, taken while you supped on your dinner the night before -- when at last her dagger ran across your neck, tracing your adams apple, your chin, the tip of your nose. You smelt her.
It was of vanilla and sandalwood, this was no scent of the underdark. She smelt of the same perfume as the noble woman who lived in manor on the outskirts of town. A deeper scent hinted beneath the aromatics, a musk filled one. It reminded of you the prelude of sex, a deep primal and arousing scent, but to you -- it was wholly off putting.
"Aren't you a handsome thing?" Her voice was steeped in honey, rich with depth with a slight rasp. You couldnt see, but you could feel her sinister ruby gaze rake across your form, reveling on the exposed swaths of skin and lingering on the remains of your garb.
It was then, getting the scent of the drow matriarch that you felt her manicured nails run down your vulnerable throat, your jaw line, your cheeks. You could feel the gentle marks of her nails pressing into your skin as she hooked underneath the remaining webbing. She pulled and ripped it apart - the first thing to greet your gaze was the lilac glands of her cock. Did your lips curl from surprise, or outright disgust? The flare of her shovel headed glands were covered in a deep lavender foreskin, a dark plum vein ran its length on one side while the thick underbelly of her turgid cock was exposed to you. Your whole view of her form and features were almost wholly eclipsed by her purple eggplant of a cock, practically shoving it in your face. You followed the length of that purple eel to her balls, which were neatly wrapped up in a deep red velvet satin. Fastened by gold chain that wrapped around her ample hips. Her thighs were massive, all slender curves and toned muscles, they looked supple and smooth to the touch but promised the reinforcement of powerful muscles. Managing to gaze past the pendulous weight of her cock at half mast, you see nothing else but a streamlined body toned to reflect a lethal predator. Her breasts, covered in surely ceremonial, or at the least heavily costumed brass breast plate, but could be better appreciated as a bikini top. Her hands and forearms were garbed in a likewise costume fashion, copper metals with spider web filigree and crimson red velvet cloth that ran up and hugged every curve and muscle of her arm disappeared under the view of brass, spider-like pauldrons. She shifted her cock of your face if only to allow you to see her rich, plum lips painted almost black, and almond eyes that could be considered beautiful were they not glowing red as the hells. She wore her silvery white hair unbound and undecorated save a small brass circlet encrusted with a ruby.
The matriarch smiled, but did your heartbeat race in fear, excitement, or rage and disgust?
Trans-Fem Sword Dancer of Eilistraee
As a forenote - this description heavily plays into my kink for exposing armor/costumes for my adventures.
- Gladwynn the Aspen Saber
[Like the ephemeral images that one stirs awake to after a blissful dream, Gladwynn is the soft muted colors of mystery and magic. Her skin is lavender in hue, with the most delicate speckling across her shoulders and the plump breasts. The freckles dance across her nose and cheeks like some whimsical fey creature. Rather than a Drow raised in the Underdark; her eyes are a soft silvery lilac lining her eyes with kohl and upon her brow she decorates her forehead with a painted, silver sword to mark her belief in Eilistrae. Her silver eyes are much the same shade as her eyes hair and eyelashes, and oft holds a downcast demure look. She wears her hair in a loose braid that tumbles over one shoulder, covering one breast. The swell of her breast is blessed, just enough to be little over a handful for a average size man, and a handful for a large one. Her nipples are a deep, ripe plum, up turned to look at the heavens. Either due to her ageless youth as an elf or blessed by her goddess her breasts are pert and pliable. Her figure is toned at its core, and her rear side - is blessedly rounded with broad hips that would invite any mans gaze. Though what may give most pause, is the petite, cut penis that rests atop a supple pair of balls that look more like two evenly shaped eggs painted a soft periwinkle and held together in a delicate drawstring purse. Her sweet cocklette bounces meekly just a few hairsbreadth away from the swell of her balls. Her bait and tackle fits snugly between two supple thighs, her legs are long and bely the strength of a dancer. She is certainly a performing artist in the gentle, graceful moves of a dancer. Lastly; at an erection her length looks like a refined blades shaft, her glands a deep plum much like her nipples, while the length of her cocklette and her balls are a deeper periwinkle to her lavender skin. It twitches with her heartbeat, a gentle sweet thing that looks more like a slender branch than a sex organ.] (edited)
- [11:39 AM]Battle Equipment (Slut-Armor)
[Gladwynn as a blade dancer, is a specialized bard who practices the fighting and performing art styles of the secretive freedom fighters of the Blade Dancers of Eilistraee. Her saber has the look of a shorter katana, the steel moon blessed, and shares the same inviting shade as her penis. She wears deep burgundy plum garments that are a collection of loose straps, buckles and ties that made her curves to spill out the sides of the strained fabrics. A lovely corset tied snugly at her waist, but ended just shy of the soft curve of her under-boob. Causing her breasts to be pushed forward and up to gentle bounce and bob at each tender movement. A beautiful burgundy fabric ran from the corset, to cover her breasts and connected to a silver necklace that ran delicate across her decolletage and behind her beck. She had to constantly grab the fabric and shift it over her nipples as throughout the movements of the day; her breasts fell out of her ceremonial bra so that the plum ends of her breasts could be glimpsed easily. She wears a deep burgundy sash, decorated with celestial prints that covers one hip, and conceals one of her dewdrop shaped ass cheeks. The thong she wears is but a delicate collection of chains, that wraps around her hips to carry small pouches (that carry potions and spell components alike). Her petite flaccid cock is wrapped up in a firm chitinous shell that rests upon the same burgundy cloth that covers her breasts, fastened with buckles. It has length enough to allow if she grows an erection, while her periwinkle eggs actually bounce freely between her legs. Lovely thigh high boots run up her long legs, while a garter holds up the burgundy tights she wears from her feet to just below the dangle of her ballsack.] (edited) - [11:40 AM]Lingerie
[ Gladwynn favoring celestial colors and shades of the stars wears a soft faded blue for her lingerie. Beautiful underdark spidersilk lace runs across her decolletage and fastened like a choker at the end of her neck. A small amethyst gemstone is laced at the center of her neck(a subtle concealment of her adam's apple. The obvious display of her trans femininity to show off to her would be lover). The spiderwebbing was cupless and left her breasts as both of them bounced and bobbed out lewdly. Her soft skin around her bosom was constricted by the tight form fitting lace, accentuating their weight and make her bust appear larger. Her toned midsection and tiny waist was trained to be tiny, a large hand could easily cup around her waist and her soft supple abs turned into a soft plump V towards her cocklette. Frills of soft blue ran across her midsection, alluding to her tiny waist and adding further form and curve to her form. Which eventually lead back to a triangle piece of silvery blue spider webbing at her soft doughy mons which her petite cock emerged abruptly where one would expect a sweet entrance to be. Her cock was concealed in a shimmering, stretchable fabric, warming the length of her soft (or hardened) flesh, with the fabric ending and leaving her plum tip exposed. A small ribbon just above her glands made it look all the more petite and demure. Her balls pushed against their constraints, the fishnet like spider web had the lovely delicate cum-bags looking like overladen pods of sweet nectar. The ball-net turned quickly into a string across her perineum, and flossed between her cheeks. Only to bloom across the small of her back into the same frills that accented her slim, waist trained midsection. When it allowed, she wore amethyst studded open toed heels, with purple painted toes. When it wasnt a suitable setting, she instead wore delicate slippers that had the likeness of a deep blue betterfly wings that made her feet look tiny and petite. ]
Well gentlemen, brutes, ruffians, and misguided beasts, I hope you enjoyed reading, and I look forward to seeing if my charm spell worked~