Gods and their Conquests

[Tren]

Hol' up. There's three things you should know ahead of time.

1. I write for dominant characters with hypercharged libidos. They are hot. They are horny. They have treetrunks swinging between their legs and they're not afraid to use them. Throughout the course of any story we write, theses studs will fuck the brains out of entire battalions of pretty girls. You do not have to play these pretty girls - I'm happy to write for them - but you certainly must be okay with the unprecedented levels of sexual promiscuity and concubinage I intend to bring to our collab. Sexual monogamy is a no-go.

2. Your characters do not have to get pregnant, but there will be a humungo amount of pregnancy in any smut I write.

3. Finally, I much prefer writers who are willing to 1) play multiple characters and 2) collaboratively worldbuild with me. I certainly intend to play fuckloads of characters. You can absolutely have a main character. You can spend 80% of your writing time on your main. But for the love of god, don't leave me to DM every last detail. Contribute. Pick up an NPC. Add some lore. Effort is hot as fuck.

Still here? Fantastic. Onto the pitch.
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Not all men are created equal. Nature is cruel and fickle in her distribution of genetic gifts. For most - even the lucky ones - the advantages are slight. A bit of extra height. Sharp eyes, honed senses. A keen wit or a silver tongue.

But rarely - oh so rarely - nature conspires to give someone Everything. She abandons balance; she creates a God. Size, strength, cunning, Will - all of these are his to command. Most importantly, she endows him with the libido and fertility to conquer the world and spread his lineage far and wide.

These are the stories of such men, their appetites, their glories, and their rare counterparts: The Gods and their Conquests.

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F-List​

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Bride Price
(Fantasy)​

You are the daughter of a prestigious noble house. Not so long ago, your family was one of the most respected and wealthiest bloodlines in all the realm. Now, you are on the brink of ruin. A series of disastrous financial decisions by your father has brought your family to near bankruptcy. Desperate to cover his debts before he's publicly disgraced, your dad arranges to sell off the family's most valuable asset: You.

As if being bought-and-sold like chattel isn't bad enough, you discover your buyer is a behemoth of a man - a towering, barbaric figure made of sweat and steel and muscle. A Godling. Oh dear. You've never seen one in-person (few have), but you know the legends: their savagery in battle, their insatiable libidos, their hobby of impregnating any woman that catches their fancy. As he snaps his collar around your throat and leads you to his warhorse, you expect the worst...

Imagine your surprise when he treats you gently. He bathes you - feeds you - protects you from bandits and sellswords. He explains his scheme: he's going to take you on a tour of the Five Realms, doll you up in the finest gowns, show you off at all the fancy balls, and sell you as a noble bride to a wealthy bachelor. He expects you to play the part. To behave. To help him with his cooking (he really is an awful chef). In exchange, he promises to find you a wealthy and good-natured husband who will treat you fairly. He gets the gold - you get to live the rest of your life in luxury. Win-win, right?

In the meantime, of course, he's dragging you up and down the Five Realms, marching you at a breakneck pace through forests and marshes. You are the reluctant companion of a Godling. You must contend with being hunted by bands of mercenaries, bounty hunters, and assassins. Even worse, you must contend with his libido - with the bevies of squealing, helpless girls he ravages on a daily basis to slake his lust. It's a precarious dance. He wants you badly, but if he claims you, he'll have ruined you for any potential suitor.

What will you do, Bride-To-Be? Go along with your new master's plan? Resist him? Submit to him in body and soul? Or will you find a way to break through his hardened heart and change him for the better?

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Gilgamesh, Again
(Mythology)​

It's good to be a king, and Gilgamesh is The king. Blessed with towering strength, a Herculean physique, and a voracious sexual appetite, Gilgamesh rules his capital city of Ur with dignity and wisdom, beloved by his many subjects for his charity and kingly grace...

...or at least, that's how Gilgamesh sees himself. In reality, his subjects aren't happy with him. Sure, he's made them prosperous and wealthy. Yes, he's secured their borders, conquered their rival city states, and defeated the demonic monsters lurking in the wilderness beyond the city walls. The problem, of course, is his libido. What Gilgamesh wants, he takes. He walks the city freely and slakes his lust in the trembling thighs of any girl who catches his eye. He's fond of "blessing" the weddings of his subjects by impregnating the bride-to-be on the altar (along with her sisters and bridesmaids, of course. It would be rude to neglect them). He gives handsome dowries to his various conquests, of course, but the damage is done. Unable to overcome their king with strength or force, the good people of Ur lifted their hands to the gods and asked them to send someone, anyone, to humble their gluttonous regent.

Send someone they did. A priestess? A demigoddess? An incarnation of Ishtar? A feminized Enkidu? Whoever she is, the gods send Gilgamesh his Match. Although unable to stop him from having his way with the mortal women of Ur, she was fully capable of preventing the lustful king from having his way with her. No matter how much Gilgamesh struggled, he could never claim the godsent girl without her consent. He wants her more than any other - and she alone has the power to withhold herself from him.

What's a demigod to do?

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Summa Cum Laude
(Modern - University)​

Professor Carter is becoming a problem.

Everyone was talking about him, of course. It was rare for a university as prestigious as yours to hire a new faculty member mid-term, but here he was: a towering giant of a man, muscles shifting beneath his well-tailored suit. The new professor of classics, history, literature and... "reproductive biology?" Must be a new course.

Your peers were smitten with him. Everyone wanted to be in his class. That didn't bother you. What bothered you was when, five months later, your friends and classmates began dropping out of school by the dozens, sporting swollen bellies and sheepish, embarrassed frowns. Your social media feed overflows with your former colleagues sharing selfies of their baby bumps and gushing about their new lives as mothers-to-be. When you walk by his locked door during office hours, you hear the pained, rapturous wailing of a dozen different voices at once. You heard a rumor that his conquests leave trophies on his desk as tribute: sodden thongs, positive pregnancy tests, discarded wedding rings from married mothers. Entire sororities are closing up shop. Even the female professors are turning up pregnant, now. Is Headmistress Baker expecting triplets?

You don't know what's going on. You can't understand how he's exerting this kind of power over the campus. Strangest of all, you don't understand why he hasn't tried to victimize you. To you alone - among all others - he is different.

You don't know how or why. But you're going to find out.

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None of the above are set in stone - just bare-bones pitches. Tweak'em. Pitch me your personalized plan in your PM. Effort is hot as fuck.