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The Anthology
A collection of starters and ideas from a variety of genres, all of which are subject to change based on my partner's interests and preferences. These only represent a few offerings. If any of the general themes or genres strike your interest, I'd be happy to brainstorm different ideas with you
A collection of starters and ideas from a variety of genres, all of which are subject to change based on my partner's interests and preferences. These only represent a few offerings. If any of the general themes or genres strike your interest, I'd be happy to brainstorm different ideas with you
The incident happened at a banquet. Filled with the monarchs from the surrounding kingdoms and other foreign dignitaries, it was one of the largest banquets that the King and Queen had hosted in quite some time, a banquet held in honor of their first born son. Everyone appeared to be drunk, even the servants, but there was one servant who appeared to be particularly inebriated. As he was trying to fill the queen's chalice, he stumbled and the entire flagon of wine spilled all over her chest. To make matters worse, when he tried to help her clean it up, his hand accidentally slipped under her dress and over her bare breast.
The King was also drunk, and he was infuriated. This man made a fool of him in front of his important guests. The King was going to make that piece of human waste pay!
He severed the offending hand from the man's arm in front of all of his guests and sent the man on his way. But as the night progressed and the more inebriated the King got, the more infuriated he became. In a drunken rage, he stormed into the man's chambers where he was sitting next to his sleeping, pregnant wife. The pain he was suffering from his severed and now cauterized hand made sleep impossible. Eyeing the sleeping woman, the King dragged her off of the mattress and bedded her right there in front of her husband. Afterwards he informed the man that he would no longer be allowed to serve at banquets. He would be banned from drinking ever again, and he would now spend his time working in the dungeons. That ought to teach the man a lesson.
As horrifying and humiliating as the experience had been for YC, she couldn't deny that some part of her actually enjoyed it, an admission that brought her a profound sense of shame. Her husband, as sweet as he was, drank too much and too often. He'd rather pass out early than properly please his wife. It was a miracle that she'd fallen pregnant at all. And her husband was always so gentle with her when they laid with each other, but in that moment she realized that some deep, dark part of her actually enjoyed being treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. Still, she was relieved when it was all finally over, if only to save her husband from further humiliation.
Several weeks went by, and YC realized that her milk had come in very early. Seeing as how the old royal wet nurse had gone dry, when the King's attendants found out about YC, they removed YC from service as a maid to serve as a wet nurse for the King's first born son.
Will an unlikely romance begin to grow? What happens if/when YC's husband finds out? Will he do something drastic to bring his wife back to him? What happens if/when the Queen finds out? Let's play this out from the beginning and see where it goes…
I also have some ideas for how we can include some high fantasy elements into the story as well if you are interested.
The King was also drunk, and he was infuriated. This man made a fool of him in front of his important guests. The King was going to make that piece of human waste pay!
He severed the offending hand from the man's arm in front of all of his guests and sent the man on his way. But as the night progressed and the more inebriated the King got, the more infuriated he became. In a drunken rage, he stormed into the man's chambers where he was sitting next to his sleeping, pregnant wife. The pain he was suffering from his severed and now cauterized hand made sleep impossible. Eyeing the sleeping woman, the King dragged her off of the mattress and bedded her right there in front of her husband. Afterwards he informed the man that he would no longer be allowed to serve at banquets. He would be banned from drinking ever again, and he would now spend his time working in the dungeons. That ought to teach the man a lesson.
As horrifying and humiliating as the experience had been for YC, she couldn't deny that some part of her actually enjoyed it, an admission that brought her a profound sense of shame. Her husband, as sweet as he was, drank too much and too often. He'd rather pass out early than properly please his wife. It was a miracle that she'd fallen pregnant at all. And her husband was always so gentle with her when they laid with each other, but in that moment she realized that some deep, dark part of her actually enjoyed being treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. Still, she was relieved when it was all finally over, if only to save her husband from further humiliation.
Several weeks went by, and YC realized that her milk had come in very early. Seeing as how the old royal wet nurse had gone dry, when the King's attendants found out about YC, they removed YC from service as a maid to serve as a wet nurse for the King's first born son.
Will an unlikely romance begin to grow? What happens if/when YC's husband finds out? Will he do something drastic to bring his wife back to him? What happens if/when the Queen finds out? Let's play this out from the beginning and see where it goes…
I also have some ideas for how we can include some high fantasy elements into the story as well if you are interested.
The Treatment
YC's parents didn't know what to do with her. She was always touching herself inappropriately, and they were fed up. They'd received numerous complaints from her teachers, her friends' parents, and even from the leader of her youth group. As religious as her parents were, they thought she might have been possessed, so they went to their pastor for guidance. The pastor quickly dismissed the idea of possession though. Instead, he suggested that the girl visit a psychiatrist to help deal with her vulgar and inappropriate behavior. Visiting a psychiatrist was a completely foreign concept for YC's parents, but they did their best to find one in the city. They settled on a doctor who had the best reviews: Dr. Jack Grayson(MC).
It was true that Jack was one of the best psychiatrists in the state, but he had fallen on some hard times lately, specifically when it came to his personal life. His wife had sunk into a deep depression that neither he nor his esteemed colleagues were able to treat effectively. When they'd gotten married, they had plans for a large family, but now it seemed as if those plans were just a distant memory, a figment of his imagination. His wife could barely deal with him sleeping in bed beside her, so what were the chances of conceiving? Zero…
Jack tried his best to ignore his own troubles though. He was still reaching out to specialists across the country to see if they could help his wife, but he was far more focused on putting all of his energy into his patients' care. He decided that losing himself in work was the best distraction until his wife was better, and it worked for a time, but there was no denying that his wife's illness and the lack of intimacy in his marriage were weighing on him.
And it was on a particularly rough day that YC entered his office. YC looked so innocent, so proper, and so full of hope that it was hard to believe that something was wrong with her. She seemed like a normal enough girl, and when he read her intake sheet, he rolled his eyes. It was normal for girls her age to have urges. He reasoned that her family was probably intensely religious and that rather than explaining to the girl how to deal with her urges, they wanted a doctor to remove those urges completely. Typical… and impossible… He could probably medicate her to remove those impulses, but that would do more harm than good. The way Jack saw it, if the girl was always touching herself it was because she didn't know how to relieve herself properly. In his estimation, this wasn't going to be a therapy session so much as it was going to be a biology lesson. It would be a simple fix. Show the girl how to properly relieve herself and instruct her to only do it when she knew she had privacy. Easy!
But what happens when the girl still struggles to bring herself to a release? What happens when she pleads to the doctor for his help? What happens when she explains that the only place she feels safe to indulge is in his office? What kind of can of worms will this open? Will an unlikely, forbidden romance develop? Will YC end up becoming the mother of the children that Jack so desperately craved?
YC's parents didn't know what to do with her. She was always touching herself inappropriately, and they were fed up. They'd received numerous complaints from her teachers, her friends' parents, and even from the leader of her youth group. As religious as her parents were, they thought she might have been possessed, so they went to their pastor for guidance. The pastor quickly dismissed the idea of possession though. Instead, he suggested that the girl visit a psychiatrist to help deal with her vulgar and inappropriate behavior. Visiting a psychiatrist was a completely foreign concept for YC's parents, but they did their best to find one in the city. They settled on a doctor who had the best reviews: Dr. Jack Grayson(MC).
It was true that Jack was one of the best psychiatrists in the state, but he had fallen on some hard times lately, specifically when it came to his personal life. His wife had sunk into a deep depression that neither he nor his esteemed colleagues were able to treat effectively. When they'd gotten married, they had plans for a large family, but now it seemed as if those plans were just a distant memory, a figment of his imagination. His wife could barely deal with him sleeping in bed beside her, so what were the chances of conceiving? Zero…
Jack tried his best to ignore his own troubles though. He was still reaching out to specialists across the country to see if they could help his wife, but he was far more focused on putting all of his energy into his patients' care. He decided that losing himself in work was the best distraction until his wife was better, and it worked for a time, but there was no denying that his wife's illness and the lack of intimacy in his marriage were weighing on him.
And it was on a particularly rough day that YC entered his office. YC looked so innocent, so proper, and so full of hope that it was hard to believe that something was wrong with her. She seemed like a normal enough girl, and when he read her intake sheet, he rolled his eyes. It was normal for girls her age to have urges. He reasoned that her family was probably intensely religious and that rather than explaining to the girl how to deal with her urges, they wanted a doctor to remove those urges completely. Typical… and impossible… He could probably medicate her to remove those impulses, but that would do more harm than good. The way Jack saw it, if the girl was always touching herself it was because she didn't know how to relieve herself properly. In his estimation, this wasn't going to be a therapy session so much as it was going to be a biology lesson. It would be a simple fix. Show the girl how to properly relieve herself and instruct her to only do it when she knew she had privacy. Easy!
But what happens when the girl still struggles to bring herself to a release? What happens when she pleads to the doctor for his help? What happens when she explains that the only place she feels safe to indulge is in his office? What kind of can of worms will this open? Will an unlikely, forbidden romance develop? Will YC end up becoming the mother of the children that Jack so desperately craved?
The whiskey… the anger… the pain… They had all gotten to him… Driven him to the brink of insanity. He would have been completely unrecognizable to anyone who would have known him in his previous life. The former family man—husband to a wife, father to a daughter, owner of a successful ranch—was drunk almost to the point of delirium as he stood in the strange house with a gun pointed at the homeowner's head. One body already laid dead on the floor, but it was this particular man that Jack was really after.
"You murdered my kin," Jack growled, his voice seething with fury. His body swayed as a result of his indulgence, but his hand stayed steady and true. Jack's eyes were narrow slits, so bloodshot that it would have been impossible to recognize their brilliant green color.
"Th—this is all a misunderstadin', mister," the man in front of him pleaded. "I swe—."
The man's words were cut short as Jack used the broadside of his revolver to whip the man hard across the jaw, sending a spray of blood and shards of broken teeth to the floor. The man collapsed down to his knees, cradling his face. It was then that Jack used the heel of his brown leather boot to kick the man in the forehead, sending him flying backwards until he was splayed out on the ground. Stepping on the man's sternum, Jack eyed the dead bodies on the ground… one of the dead females was wearing his wife's wedding ring… a ring he had custom-made just for her.
"This ain't no misunderstandin', you son'bitch," Jack growled before spitting on the man's face. "This here is yer funeral." Jack brought his revolver back into position, taking aim at the man's forehead before pulling back the hammer. Then… that's when he saw it. Despite his drunkenness, Jack was able to see a figure moving in his peripheral vision, but when he turned to look at the figure, it had vanished. Jack's gaze returned to the man on the floor. "Now who the fuck is that?!" he yelled.
Enter your character.
Who will that character be? Will it be the man's young daughter? His young wife? Someone else entirely?
I'm looking for this to be a dark game, a very dark game filled with abuse and anger, action and adventure, but romance is also a possibility if you're interested, though it would have to be a very dark, twisted, abusive sort of romance. I want this to be a completely gritty western story centered around a man who just wants to watch the world burn after he lost his family and the poor girl who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm interested in including all manner of kinks, and I have virtually no limits for this game. Everything is fair game as long as it's a natural fit into the story.
"You murdered my kin," Jack growled, his voice seething with fury. His body swayed as a result of his indulgence, but his hand stayed steady and true. Jack's eyes were narrow slits, so bloodshot that it would have been impossible to recognize their brilliant green color.
"Th—this is all a misunderstadin', mister," the man in front of him pleaded. "I swe—."
The man's words were cut short as Jack used the broadside of his revolver to whip the man hard across the jaw, sending a spray of blood and shards of broken teeth to the floor. The man collapsed down to his knees, cradling his face. It was then that Jack used the heel of his brown leather boot to kick the man in the forehead, sending him flying backwards until he was splayed out on the ground. Stepping on the man's sternum, Jack eyed the dead bodies on the ground… one of the dead females was wearing his wife's wedding ring… a ring he had custom-made just for her.
"This ain't no misunderstandin', you son'bitch," Jack growled before spitting on the man's face. "This here is yer funeral." Jack brought his revolver back into position, taking aim at the man's forehead before pulling back the hammer. Then… that's when he saw it. Despite his drunkenness, Jack was able to see a figure moving in his peripheral vision, but when he turned to look at the figure, it had vanished. Jack's gaze returned to the man on the floor. "Now who the fuck is that?!" he yelled.
Enter your character.
Who will that character be? Will it be the man's young daughter? His young wife? Someone else entirely?
I'm looking for this to be a dark game, a very dark game filled with abuse and anger, action and adventure, but romance is also a possibility if you're interested, though it would have to be a very dark, twisted, abusive sort of romance. I want this to be a completely gritty western story centered around a man who just wants to watch the world burn after he lost his family and the poor girl who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm interested in including all manner of kinks, and I have virtually no limits for this game. Everything is fair game as long as it's a natural fit into the story.
The neighboring kingdoms had been at war for centuries…
And finally, it was over…
Arion had fallen to Talos…
The orders from the King and Queen of Talos to their Hand were clear. Capture the virgin queen of Arion, stage her public execution with a look-alike for all the realm to see, and secretly bring her back to Talos under the cover of night, directly to the King and Queen's chambers.
You see, the Queen of Talos was barren. They had made love every single night since the night of their marriage, but nothing ever came of it... As much as they might have wanted to stay together, the King needed to produce a rightful and legitimate heir to continue his legacy, his royal line, and so it was the Queen who hatched a plan. They knew the fall of Arion was nigh; it was only a matter of time, especially when it was ruled by such a young and immature Queen. And when it fell, they would stage the death of the queen and bring her back for… breeding purposes. Being untouched and of royal lineage, she would be the perfect surrogate; their children would still have pure and untainted royal blood.
All of it was to remain a secret, of course. Only a handful of the King and Queen's most trusted servants and advisor's would know the truth. The Queen even designed an apparatus that she could wear under her dresses to give the impression that she was the one who was actually pregnant. In her mind, it would work perfectly. If all went accordingly, everyone would just assume the child was hers, no questions asked.
The Queen only had one request…
The King could only have his way with Arion in the presence of the Queen, and once the former queen of Arion produced at least two healthy baby boys, the King would see to it that she was killed, leaving no trace of their plot, leaving no questions as to the maternity of their children…
But will it all go according to plan? Will the King and his new breeding slave be able to keep a strictly physical relationship? Will he have the nerve to kill her when the time comes? Will he actually be able to kill the mother of his children? And what about the close circle that knows the truth? Will they really be able to keep their mouths shut? What happens if/when the secret is revealed? What if the virgin queen's betrothed comes looking for her? What happens if it turns out that the Queen of Talos isn't barren at all?
If you're interested, we can also figure out how to add some high fantasy elements into this story as well.
And finally, it was over…
Arion had fallen to Talos…
The orders from the King and Queen of Talos to their Hand were clear. Capture the virgin queen of Arion, stage her public execution with a look-alike for all the realm to see, and secretly bring her back to Talos under the cover of night, directly to the King and Queen's chambers.
You see, the Queen of Talos was barren. They had made love every single night since the night of their marriage, but nothing ever came of it... As much as they might have wanted to stay together, the King needed to produce a rightful and legitimate heir to continue his legacy, his royal line, and so it was the Queen who hatched a plan. They knew the fall of Arion was nigh; it was only a matter of time, especially when it was ruled by such a young and immature Queen. And when it fell, they would stage the death of the queen and bring her back for… breeding purposes. Being untouched and of royal lineage, she would be the perfect surrogate; their children would still have pure and untainted royal blood.
All of it was to remain a secret, of course. Only a handful of the King and Queen's most trusted servants and advisor's would know the truth. The Queen even designed an apparatus that she could wear under her dresses to give the impression that she was the one who was actually pregnant. In her mind, it would work perfectly. If all went accordingly, everyone would just assume the child was hers, no questions asked.
The Queen only had one request…
The King could only have his way with Arion in the presence of the Queen, and once the former queen of Arion produced at least two healthy baby boys, the King would see to it that she was killed, leaving no trace of their plot, leaving no questions as to the maternity of their children…
But will it all go according to plan? Will the King and his new breeding slave be able to keep a strictly physical relationship? Will he have the nerve to kill her when the time comes? Will he actually be able to kill the mother of his children? And what about the close circle that knows the truth? Will they really be able to keep their mouths shut? What happens if/when the secret is revealed? What if the virgin queen's betrothed comes looking for her? What happens if it turns out that the Queen of Talos isn't barren at all?
If you're interested, we can also figure out how to add some high fantasy elements into this story as well.
YC was a particularly sweet, innocent, and affable student at St. Catherine's School for Girls. She was also extremely devout in her faith, which is why the dreams she was having as of late were troubling to her. YC didn't think of them as dreams though. They felt far more like nightmares. Her mind was conjuring images of what she interpreted as having carnal relations with a large faceless man, a man who treated her like nothing more than a piece of meat to be feasted upon and cast aside. She'd wake up in a cold sweat, with her heart pounding and her unmentionables absolutely drenched. She tried to ignore it the first time it happened, tossing her soiled undergarment in the trash and hoping the nightmare was just a fluke, but the nightmares continued. She had to be sick! Something was wrong with her body to be creating that much fluid at night.
But then the nightmares got worse. She dreamed of the fires of hell, but in the dream she wasn't scared of them. She danced wildly and euphorically in them, naked as the day she was born. When she woke up, she decided she needed to see a priest. The girl normally went to her parents whenever there was a cause for concern, but could she really tell them about this? What if they looked at her differently? What if they no longer thought of her as their sweet little girl? What if they thought she was possessed? That thought really gave the girl pause.
Because what if it were true?
Could she actually be possessed? Was a demon inside of her causing her to have these dreams? How long until the demon took over completely? Friday morning confession before church could not come soon enough.
And when Friday morning came, she stepped into MC's confessional. After she explained her sins and described her dreams in graphic detail, he didn't think much of them. They sounded like the dreams of many normal, high school aged girls who struggled with their sexual urges. And knowing that YC was particularly devout, it only made sense that those dreams would trouble her more than most. He tried to give her a particularly long penance, hoping that prayer would help to soothe the girl, but she was desperate. She wanted private counseling, needed it. And that's when she explained that she thought she might be possessed.
This was clearly not going to be sorted out in confession, so MC agreed. They would meet in his room at the rectory everyday after school until the matter was resolved.
But what happens when YC starts becoming convinced that the large, faceless man in her dreams is MC? What happens when her urges start growing more and more intense? When she starts losing herself in them? What happens when she eventually becomes hellbent on having the priest satiate them?
Could she actually be possessed?
Let's find out.
But then the nightmares got worse. She dreamed of the fires of hell, but in the dream she wasn't scared of them. She danced wildly and euphorically in them, naked as the day she was born. When she woke up, she decided she needed to see a priest. The girl normally went to her parents whenever there was a cause for concern, but could she really tell them about this? What if they looked at her differently? What if they no longer thought of her as their sweet little girl? What if they thought she was possessed? That thought really gave the girl pause.
Because what if it were true?
Could she actually be possessed? Was a demon inside of her causing her to have these dreams? How long until the demon took over completely? Friday morning confession before church could not come soon enough.
And when Friday morning came, she stepped into MC's confessional. After she explained her sins and described her dreams in graphic detail, he didn't think much of them. They sounded like the dreams of many normal, high school aged girls who struggled with their sexual urges. And knowing that YC was particularly devout, it only made sense that those dreams would trouble her more than most. He tried to give her a particularly long penance, hoping that prayer would help to soothe the girl, but she was desperate. She wanted private counseling, needed it. And that's when she explained that she thought she might be possessed.
This was clearly not going to be sorted out in confession, so MC agreed. They would meet in his room at the rectory everyday after school until the matter was resolved.
But what happens when YC starts becoming convinced that the large, faceless man in her dreams is MC? What happens when her urges start growing more and more intense? When she starts losing herself in them? What happens when she eventually becomes hellbent on having the priest satiate them?
Could she actually be possessed?
Let's find out.
She was a witch… a white witch who dedicated all of her time to learning how to preserve and sustain life. She lived in a cottage deep in the woods where no one could find her, where no one could bother her. She spent decades out there in those dense woods completely immersed in her studies. As time passed, she craved a child of her own. And why wouldn't she? She dedicated her life to helping all manner of life grow, so it only made sense that she'd want to nurture a life she created herself. And it didn't help that a side effect of her profession was that she was particularly fertile. Alas, her studies took up far too much of her time. She couldn't waste her days in pursuit of a suitable and worthy man when she felt like she had important work to do, namely helping the forest that was her home grow and thrive. But as the years went on, her desire for a child only grew stronger and stronger. Her dreams were filled with visions of what it would be like to have a little one running around her home and through her garden, teaching them her trade. The dreams always felt so real, but at the end of the day they were only just that, dreams… useless fantasies…
She decided to deny her urges and focus on embracing the blessings already present in her life like her deep and profound connection to the woods. When the urges were particularly strong, she'd take one of her nude strolls through the woods. Without clothes, she felt like the woods were speaking to her. She felt like she could feel the hum of life that vibrated through the trees and the soil coursing through her veins. Maybe she would never have a human life growing inside of her, but the woods were capable of filling her with life whenever she desired it.
But one day during one of those walks, she saw something in the distance, something lying on the forest floor, something that appeared to be injured. Instincts kicking in, the witch quietly approached the creature only to realize that it was man. And he was wounded. What was a man doing this deep in the woods anyway?! She could feel and smell the life inside of him slowly but surely fading. The woman cursed herself for not having any of her supplies or tools with her, but she knew there was something she could do to help him, something she could do to sustain him just long enough to bring him back to her cottage where she could properly nurse him back to health.
And so she did it…
She fed the nearly unconscious man from her breast, knowing that the life that flowed through her and through the entire woods was concentrated in her milk. It had been ages since she was forced to use that particular technique, and she couldn't help but think that this time it felt different; it was arousing in a way that she had never experienced before. Watching the man unconsciously drink her life saving milk sent a different sort of vibration throughout her entire body. She stared at the ruggedly handsome man, and for a moment, she felt a glimmer of hope. Had the woods delivered her a mate? It would explain how the man had managed to make his way this deep into her forest.
But as the man continued to feed and the woman's adrenaline faded, she became more aware of her surroundings. The man had been gored by some sort of creature. He was bleeding from his abdomen. And then she saw something that made her yelp and drop the man's head from her grasp. She saw a bow and quiver of arrows! He was a hunter! He was a man who stood for everything she opposed! She preserved life, and he went around killing it! No, the woods would not have brought a man like that to her!
Regardless of their philosophical differences, the woman still felt compelled to help the injured man. Helping lost and wounded creatures was simply what she did. She'd take him back, and once he was healed she would send him on his way, she decided. Maybe she'd also sneak in a lecture or two as to why he should give up his profession…
But what the witch didn't know was that the woods /had/ brought this man to her. Will she eventually come to realize that this young man is her perfect compliment? That their combined skills and attributes would allow both the forest and themselves to live in perfect, peaceful harmony? If they can't realize it on their own, then certainly the dark force amassing in the realm would, a dark force threatening to consume not only the forest but the entire world, a dark force that only MC and YC will be able to stop…
She decided to deny her urges and focus on embracing the blessings already present in her life like her deep and profound connection to the woods. When the urges were particularly strong, she'd take one of her nude strolls through the woods. Without clothes, she felt like the woods were speaking to her. She felt like she could feel the hum of life that vibrated through the trees and the soil coursing through her veins. Maybe she would never have a human life growing inside of her, but the woods were capable of filling her with life whenever she desired it.
But one day during one of those walks, she saw something in the distance, something lying on the forest floor, something that appeared to be injured. Instincts kicking in, the witch quietly approached the creature only to realize that it was man. And he was wounded. What was a man doing this deep in the woods anyway?! She could feel and smell the life inside of him slowly but surely fading. The woman cursed herself for not having any of her supplies or tools with her, but she knew there was something she could do to help him, something she could do to sustain him just long enough to bring him back to her cottage where she could properly nurse him back to health.
And so she did it…
She fed the nearly unconscious man from her breast, knowing that the life that flowed through her and through the entire woods was concentrated in her milk. It had been ages since she was forced to use that particular technique, and she couldn't help but think that this time it felt different; it was arousing in a way that she had never experienced before. Watching the man unconsciously drink her life saving milk sent a different sort of vibration throughout her entire body. She stared at the ruggedly handsome man, and for a moment, she felt a glimmer of hope. Had the woods delivered her a mate? It would explain how the man had managed to make his way this deep into her forest.
But as the man continued to feed and the woman's adrenaline faded, she became more aware of her surroundings. The man had been gored by some sort of creature. He was bleeding from his abdomen. And then she saw something that made her yelp and drop the man's head from her grasp. She saw a bow and quiver of arrows! He was a hunter! He was a man who stood for everything she opposed! She preserved life, and he went around killing it! No, the woods would not have brought a man like that to her!
Regardless of their philosophical differences, the woman still felt compelled to help the injured man. Helping lost and wounded creatures was simply what she did. She'd take him back, and once he was healed she would send him on his way, she decided. Maybe she'd also sneak in a lecture or two as to why he should give up his profession…
But what the witch didn't know was that the woods /had/ brought this man to her. Will she eventually come to realize that this young man is her perfect compliment? That their combined skills and attributes would allow both the forest and themselves to live in perfect, peaceful harmony? If they can't realize it on their own, then certainly the dark force amassing in the realm would, a dark force threatening to consume not only the forest but the entire world, a dark force that only MC and YC will be able to stop…
They were both stunned by the diagnosis, but they were floored when the doctor told them the cure. Jack (MC) and Mia felt like they didn't understand. It didn't make any sense!
Mia cleared her throat and nervously toyed with her hair in a futile attempt to calm herself down before saying, "Can you please explain again."
The doctor sighed regretfully and scratched his forehead. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm afraid there is no other way. Your daughter (YC) has a very rare, degenerative disease. As a result, there hasn't been much research into it, unfortunately. Her body will start deteriorating rapidly. She'll lose all motor function. She'll lose the ability to speak. Then, her mind will go. Most patients with this disease don't live past 21. And as you've noticed the degeneration has already begun. If we act quickly, her tremors and fatigue will most likely stop and she'll essentially be cured. If we wait, there's a chance she might lose function in those trembling limbs. From there, she'll quickly lose function everywhere else."
"The cure!" Mia shouted. "I want you to explain the cure! Again!"
Jack tried to calm his wife down by placing his hand on her knee, but she swatted him away. "I'm sure you understand how stressful this is for us?" He said to the doctor, feeling his own anxiety creep up on him.
The doctor nodded before clearing his throat. "Essentially, your husband is the cure. Less than one percent of men carry the protein that can alleviate your YC's symptoms. It just so happens that your husband carries that protein. And…"
"The delivery method! Explain that again!" Mia shouted, her voice becoming more and more unhinged.
"Like I said, there is only one possible method of delivery. The protein is so sensitive that any other delivery method could destroy it, rendering it useless. Your husband needs to… " The doctor nervously stumbled over the right word. "He'll need to… inject it… directly… himself…"
Mia broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as Jack just sat there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the doctor. He couldn't seriously believe any of this either
"There has to be another way!" Mia said through choking sobs. "You can't expect my husband and daughter to do THAT! He's her father!"
The doctor sighed once again as he lifted his glasses to rub his eyes. "The only other option is to make her as comfortable as possible until she–"
"STOP!" Mia shouted. "Don't say it!" Then she looked at her husband, her sobs becoming more and more pathetic with each passing moment. "What are we going to do, Jack?"
That was the big question. Could they actually give YC the treatment she needed? What happens when they find out that this isn't just a one time thing? That YC will need ongoing treatment for the rest of her life? What happens when YC starts becoming addicted to the rush of energy and vitality she feels after her treatments? How will this change the family's dynamic?
If you're interested, let's brainstorm. We can take this in a bunch of different directions.
Mia cleared her throat and nervously toyed with her hair in a futile attempt to calm herself down before saying, "Can you please explain again."
The doctor sighed regretfully and scratched his forehead. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm afraid there is no other way. Your daughter (YC) has a very rare, degenerative disease. As a result, there hasn't been much research into it, unfortunately. Her body will start deteriorating rapidly. She'll lose all motor function. She'll lose the ability to speak. Then, her mind will go. Most patients with this disease don't live past 21. And as you've noticed the degeneration has already begun. If we act quickly, her tremors and fatigue will most likely stop and she'll essentially be cured. If we wait, there's a chance she might lose function in those trembling limbs. From there, she'll quickly lose function everywhere else."
"The cure!" Mia shouted. "I want you to explain the cure! Again!"
Jack tried to calm his wife down by placing his hand on her knee, but she swatted him away. "I'm sure you understand how stressful this is for us?" He said to the doctor, feeling his own anxiety creep up on him.
The doctor nodded before clearing his throat. "Essentially, your husband is the cure. Less than one percent of men carry the protein that can alleviate your YC's symptoms. It just so happens that your husband carries that protein. And…"
"The delivery method! Explain that again!" Mia shouted, her voice becoming more and more unhinged.
"Like I said, there is only one possible method of delivery. The protein is so sensitive that any other delivery method could destroy it, rendering it useless. Your husband needs to… " The doctor nervously stumbled over the right word. "He'll need to… inject it… directly… himself…"
Mia broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as Jack just sat there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the doctor. He couldn't seriously believe any of this either
"There has to be another way!" Mia said through choking sobs. "You can't expect my husband and daughter to do THAT! He's her father!"
The doctor sighed once again as he lifted his glasses to rub his eyes. "The only other option is to make her as comfortable as possible until she–"
"STOP!" Mia shouted. "Don't say it!" Then she looked at her husband, her sobs becoming more and more pathetic with each passing moment. "What are we going to do, Jack?"
That was the big question. Could they actually give YC the treatment she needed? What happens when they find out that this isn't just a one time thing? That YC will need ongoing treatment for the rest of her life? What happens when YC starts becoming addicted to the rush of energy and vitality she feels after her treatments? How will this change the family's dynamic?
If you're interested, let's brainstorm. We can take this in a bunch of different directions.
h dad out of town for business and mom out with her friends for the night, Jack had the house to himself. Needless to say, he was excited. He and his girlfriend had plans to hangout, and it seemed like all signs were hinting that this night would be the night where they took the next big step in their relationship. Jack had spent the afternoon cleaning his room and working out to make sure his athletic body was looking as good as it possibly could. He wanted to make sure the night went perfectly, that it would be a night to remember.
But then the phone call came early in the evening. His girlfriend had some sort of family emergency and she wouldn't be able to make it. She apologized profusely, explaining that they would just need to hang out some other night, but there was no denying that Jack was deeply disappointed. Deciding to cut his losses, he turned in early for the evening.
YC, Jack's mother, was having a particularly wild night with her friends. She usually didn't drink so much, but with her husband gone and no one to guilt her for her reckless behavior, she decided to go a little crazy for once.
After taking an Uber home, she stumbled through the front door at around 3 AM. Kicking off her heels, she tried to make her way to her bedroom, but she apparently got confused because she ended up barging into her son's room and plopped down onto the bed beside him.
Needless to say, Jack was a bit stunned. He'd never seen his mom like that before, but he was even more stunned when she started getting handsy with him and calling him by his father's name. Initially, Jack tried to push her away, but his mom was insistent. Jack had been so worked up with thoughts of what he thought would happen that night with his girlfriend that his body was helpless to respond to his mother's advances. Eventually, one thing led to another…
But what happens when YC wakes up the next morning in her son's bed? As much as it felt like a horrible mistake, she couldn't help but get excited when got flashbacks of that night. Her son was so much larger than her husband if she was remembering correctly. In the end, though, she was resolved to never let it happen again. But what happens when Jack insists that they continue their physical relationship? What happens when he starts getting a bit aggressive about it? What happens when dad comes back home? What about Jack's girlfriend? Will a forbidden and secretive romance actually develop? Will it change their family and their lives forever?
Let's play this semi-realistic with conflicting emotions but undeniable desire on both sides..
But then the phone call came early in the evening. His girlfriend had some sort of family emergency and she wouldn't be able to make it. She apologized profusely, explaining that they would just need to hang out some other night, but there was no denying that Jack was deeply disappointed. Deciding to cut his losses, he turned in early for the evening.
YC, Jack's mother, was having a particularly wild night with her friends. She usually didn't drink so much, but with her husband gone and no one to guilt her for her reckless behavior, she decided to go a little crazy for once.
After taking an Uber home, she stumbled through the front door at around 3 AM. Kicking off her heels, she tried to make her way to her bedroom, but she apparently got confused because she ended up barging into her son's room and plopped down onto the bed beside him.
Needless to say, Jack was a bit stunned. He'd never seen his mom like that before, but he was even more stunned when she started getting handsy with him and calling him by his father's name. Initially, Jack tried to push her away, but his mom was insistent. Jack had been so worked up with thoughts of what he thought would happen that night with his girlfriend that his body was helpless to respond to his mother's advances. Eventually, one thing led to another…
But what happens when YC wakes up the next morning in her son's bed? As much as it felt like a horrible mistake, she couldn't help but get excited when got flashbacks of that night. Her son was so much larger than her husband if she was remembering correctly. In the end, though, she was resolved to never let it happen again. But what happens when Jack insists that they continue their physical relationship? What happens when he starts getting a bit aggressive about it? What happens when dad comes back home? What about Jack's girlfriend? Will a forbidden and secretive romance actually develop? Will it change their family and their lives forever?
Let's play this semi-realistic with conflicting emotions but undeniable desire on both sides..
Dr. Edward Grayson prided himself on keeping up with all of the latest treatments, so it was no wonder that he was one of the first doctors in London to begin using 'The Manipulator,' a vibrating device that when properly used could cure a woman's hysteria. He didn't have very many patients making appointments for the treatment at first, which was no real surprise considering the delicacy of the procedure and the cost, but soon word began to spread that Dr. Grayson could cure a woman's stress, anxiety, and nervousness within an hour.
The treatment became quite popular amongst aristocratic women, primarily because they were the ones who could afford it, but also because they were the ones who needed it the most. A life of leisure was often lonely, and those women had husbands who were far too busy to provide them with proper attention, so he was more than happy to treat them himself, especially since he felt like he understood them in a way. His own wife neglected him as well as a result of her various addictions that even the finest specialists in the country seemed unable to treat. Needless to say, Edward understood the loneliness of his patients.
It should go without saying that Edward was a very ethical and professional physician who never once crossed the line between doctor and patient.
But then he met YC.
YC was a young wife to an elderly member of the aristocracy, and despite her young age, she was already suffering serious bouts of hysteria. She and the doctor immediately got on fairly well in a friendly, professional way, and he was able to sooth her nerves through the first procedure. But after her first mind blowing treatment, YC felt instantly addicted. She had never felt such a feeling of release before! She needed more. She needed several treatments a week!
What will happen as these two characters grow to know each other more? When YC wants more than just the standard treatments? Will YC be the one who causes Edward to violate his professional ethics? Will an unlikely, forbidden romance develop? What happens if/when their spouses find out?
The treatment became quite popular amongst aristocratic women, primarily because they were the ones who could afford it, but also because they were the ones who needed it the most. A life of leisure was often lonely, and those women had husbands who were far too busy to provide them with proper attention, so he was more than happy to treat them himself, especially since he felt like he understood them in a way. His own wife neglected him as well as a result of her various addictions that even the finest specialists in the country seemed unable to treat. Needless to say, Edward understood the loneliness of his patients.
It should go without saying that Edward was a very ethical and professional physician who never once crossed the line between doctor and patient.
But then he met YC.
YC was a young wife to an elderly member of the aristocracy, and despite her young age, she was already suffering serious bouts of hysteria. She and the doctor immediately got on fairly well in a friendly, professional way, and he was able to sooth her nerves through the first procedure. But after her first mind blowing treatment, YC felt instantly addicted. She had never felt such a feeling of release before! She needed more. She needed several treatments a week!
What will happen as these two characters grow to know each other more? When YC wants more than just the standard treatments? Will YC be the one who causes Edward to violate his professional ethics? Will an unlikely, forbidden romance develop? What happens if/when their spouses find out?
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Even through the dense foliage of the Amazon rainforest, Edward Smith could sense a pair of eyes on him… heathen eyes… savage eyes…
A small smirk spread across his lips as he raised his rifle, tentatively aiming it at the trees in front of him. This was exactly the sort of encounter that he lived for… the kind with real danger… with real stakes… It always filled him with such a rush of adrenaline. How many times had he been in a similar situation with the East India Trading Company in their conquest of savage territories and virgin lands? Too many to count, and still the feeling only seemed to intensify with every encounter. And now in special service to the Spanish crown, exploring an even more foreign and virgin terrain, made it all the more thrilling.
Smith's stated mission was to loot the jungle for its riches, for as much of its natural resources as his ship could possibly hold, but the sensation of staring death in the face, laughing, and living to tell the tale was what he was really after.
"GO ON, THEN!" He yelled at the trees. "COME ON OUT HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!"
But what Smith couldn't have possibly known was that these particular eyes belonged to a woman, heir to the chief of an all-female Amazonian tribe. The girl watched on curiously having only ever gotten brief glimpses of the male sex in her village when it was time for one of her sisters to breed or when a boy was unfortunately born and quickly ushered away by the medicine woman.
Needless to say, the girl was intrigued…
So this is just the beginnings of an idea. If it sparks your muse, message me and we can work out details and possibly change things around, but in my head this is a fairly gritty breaking of the native girl. She's fairly aggressive, having been trained for battle as the heir to the chief. I'm interested in including a lot of different interests, possibly pet play and things along those lines since MC will think of YC as somewhat of a novelty at first. In the end, I think it would be interesting to turn this into something of a love story. Perhaps alliances change as a romance develops (MC siding with YC's side or vice versa). Those are just some thoughts. Also, if you want to change settings or cultures because you have more of an expertise in that area, I'm all ears.
(Novella)
Even through the dense foliage of the Amazon rainforest, Edward Smith could sense a pair of eyes on him… heathen eyes… savage eyes…
A small smirk spread across his lips as he raised his rifle, tentatively aiming it at the trees in front of him. This was exactly the sort of encounter that he lived for… the kind with real danger… with real stakes… It always filled him with such a rush of adrenaline. How many times had he been in a similar situation with the East India Trading Company in their conquest of savage territories and virgin lands? Too many to count, and still the feeling only seemed to intensify with every encounter. And now in special service to the Spanish crown, exploring an even more foreign and virgin terrain, made it all the more thrilling.
Smith's stated mission was to loot the jungle for its riches, for as much of its natural resources as his ship could possibly hold, but the sensation of staring death in the face, laughing, and living to tell the tale was what he was really after.
"GO ON, THEN!" He yelled at the trees. "COME ON OUT HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!"
But what Smith couldn't have possibly known was that these particular eyes belonged to a woman, heir to the chief of an all-female Amazonian tribe. The girl watched on curiously having only ever gotten brief glimpses of the male sex in her village when it was time for one of her sisters to breed or when a boy was unfortunately born and quickly ushered away by the medicine woman.
Needless to say, the girl was intrigued…
So this is just the beginnings of an idea. If it sparks your muse, message me and we can work out details and possibly change things around, but in my head this is a fairly gritty breaking of the native girl. She's fairly aggressive, having been trained for battle as the heir to the chief. I'm interested in including a lot of different interests, possibly pet play and things along those lines since MC will think of YC as somewhat of a novelty at first. In the end, I think it would be interesting to turn this into something of a love story. Perhaps alliances change as a romance develops (MC siding with YC's side or vice versa). Those are just some thoughts. Also, if you want to change settings or cultures because you have more of an expertise in that area, I'm all ears.
When YC's parents suddenly died as a result of the plague, she was left in charge of taking care of her aging grandmother. Little did she know, the old woman was soon to be gone as well. In the last minutes of her long life, the old crone called her granddaughter to her bedside. The old woman had taken to rambling incoherently about subjects that made no sense to YC, but she listened anyway, being the dutiful granddaughter she was. But this time, as YC saw the light beginning to leave her grandmother's eyes, the crone demanded her rapt attention. She grabbed the porcelain flesh of the girl's arm with her withered hand and gripped as tightly as she could.
"Y-you must s-save yourself," the old woman said before breaking into a coughing fit and beginning to wheeze. "You m-must save yourself from this terrible disease before it takes you as well…" After another long coughing fit, she continued. "Bring me the map! The map in my closet!"
YC didn't know what compelled her to comply with her grandmother's demand, but she did. She found it, unrolled it, and set it on the old woman's chest.
The crone pointed her finger at a spot on the map that had already been circled ages ago, it seemed, based on how faded the ink was. "This," she said, "is the fountain of youth. D-drink from it, and you will never have to worry about this blasted plague. You'll stop aging and remain in perfect health!"
YC looked confused. It didn't make any sense. Her grandmother's mind was surely going, and besides, if she knew where this supposed fountain of youth was, why hadn't she said anything earlier?! It could have saved her parents! Her grandmother could have saved herself!
A brightness returned to the old woman's gaze as she stared into your character's eyes. Appearing to have read the girl's mind, she said, "Because he would never take me, child! But a girl as young and beautiful as you? And with a little magic in her too… I'm certain he would welcome you with open arms."
YC was startled by the fact that she seemed to answer a question she never vocalized before unconsciously muttering "He?... Magic?..." This was all making less and less sense by the minute .
"It will make perfect sense if you go there!" The old woman yelled before once again descending into another coughing fit that, this time, resulted in blood being splattered on the map.
YC always knew her grandmother was a bit strange, seeming to be aware of things no one could possibly know. Her room had been adorned with strange talismans, and when she was old enough to question her parents about them, they simply told her that her grandmother was just an eccentric woman. But was it possible that this fanciful story about a fountain of youth was one of things she knew of that no one else did?
"Go there," the crone said with her last breath, and then her light faded completely.
It had been a week of living in that small house all alone in the middle of a plague ridden town when she suddenly had the urge to violently cough. Pulling her hand away from her mouth, she saw it was covered with blood, and she was terrified. She knew it was only a matter of time before the plague consumed her too. As much as she thought her grandmother's words were just the ramblings of an senile old woman on her deathbed, she figured she had nothing to lose now. And so she left in search of the fountain of youth… or perhaps this man who would lead her to it…
Little did she know that the man /was/ the fountain of youth, an ancient vampire whose seed, taken as regular doses, could grant eternal youth and perfect health, but it only worked with women who had natural born witch blood inside of them… In exchange for his gift, the girl would become his property to do with as he wished, to feed on whenever he wished… There was nothing quite like the warmth and the taste of a witch's blood…
I'm thinking drama could come in the way of townsfolk angry when they find drained bodies, perhaps relatives trying to track YC down when they realize she's gone, or perhaps other supernatural forces… Perhaps his seed also allows her to develop some powers, which could also draw some unwanted attention from both humans and supernatural forces alike. And if you're interested, maybe somewhere down the line, after he consumes enough of her magical blood, he actually develops the ability to impregnate her. I'm thinking she retains her humanity unless you want her to be turned at some point. I'm open to any suggestions or edits you might have.
"Y-you must s-save yourself," the old woman said before breaking into a coughing fit and beginning to wheeze. "You m-must save yourself from this terrible disease before it takes you as well…" After another long coughing fit, she continued. "Bring me the map! The map in my closet!"
YC didn't know what compelled her to comply with her grandmother's demand, but she did. She found it, unrolled it, and set it on the old woman's chest.
The crone pointed her finger at a spot on the map that had already been circled ages ago, it seemed, based on how faded the ink was. "This," she said, "is the fountain of youth. D-drink from it, and you will never have to worry about this blasted plague. You'll stop aging and remain in perfect health!"
YC looked confused. It didn't make any sense. Her grandmother's mind was surely going, and besides, if she knew where this supposed fountain of youth was, why hadn't she said anything earlier?! It could have saved her parents! Her grandmother could have saved herself!
A brightness returned to the old woman's gaze as she stared into your character's eyes. Appearing to have read the girl's mind, she said, "Because he would never take me, child! But a girl as young and beautiful as you? And with a little magic in her too… I'm certain he would welcome you with open arms."
YC was startled by the fact that she seemed to answer a question she never vocalized before unconsciously muttering "He?... Magic?..." This was all making less and less sense by the minute .
"It will make perfect sense if you go there!" The old woman yelled before once again descending into another coughing fit that, this time, resulted in blood being splattered on the map.
YC always knew her grandmother was a bit strange, seeming to be aware of things no one could possibly know. Her room had been adorned with strange talismans, and when she was old enough to question her parents about them, they simply told her that her grandmother was just an eccentric woman. But was it possible that this fanciful story about a fountain of youth was one of things she knew of that no one else did?
"Go there," the crone said with her last breath, and then her light faded completely.
It had been a week of living in that small house all alone in the middle of a plague ridden town when she suddenly had the urge to violently cough. Pulling her hand away from her mouth, she saw it was covered with blood, and she was terrified. She knew it was only a matter of time before the plague consumed her too. As much as she thought her grandmother's words were just the ramblings of an senile old woman on her deathbed, she figured she had nothing to lose now. And so she left in search of the fountain of youth… or perhaps this man who would lead her to it…
Little did she know that the man /was/ the fountain of youth, an ancient vampire whose seed, taken as regular doses, could grant eternal youth and perfect health, but it only worked with women who had natural born witch blood inside of them… In exchange for his gift, the girl would become his property to do with as he wished, to feed on whenever he wished… There was nothing quite like the warmth and the taste of a witch's blood…
I'm thinking drama could come in the way of townsfolk angry when they find drained bodies, perhaps relatives trying to track YC down when they realize she's gone, or perhaps other supernatural forces… Perhaps his seed also allows her to develop some powers, which could also draw some unwanted attention from both humans and supernatural forces alike. And if you're interested, maybe somewhere down the line, after he consumes enough of her magical blood, he actually develops the ability to impregnate her. I'm thinking she retains her humanity unless you want her to be turned at some point. I'm open to any suggestions or edits you might have.
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