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Prodigious Masterpiece

Prodigious Masterpiece

Pessimistic Perfectionist
Joined
Dec 29, 2014
Location
The Southern U.S. - EDT/EST
At the Moment I am...
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Hey there!
♡ Right now: I'm looking for non-con/dub-con, more short-form plots.

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Important Bits:
This stuff could be deal-breakers for you.
At the moment this thread is only for m/f pairings.
I am mostly interested in non and dub-con, but I do have some con interests!
I am not interested in submissive males characters.
I only roleplay on here through Private Messages and threads.
I won't go offsite for chatting of any kind.
My characters are either sub or switch in bed.
I'm not my characters—don't talk dirty to me.
No first or second person. Only third.
I love to plan ahead/brainstorm with my partners!
Please be fluent in English with a decent command of the language.
I LOVE ooc chat in a separate message from the roleplay.
Don't control my characters and write their perspective for me, please.
A writing sample is not required, but appreciated. Mine are below.
I am looking for chill partners that want to have a good time!
I've got an em dash problem—let me have my fun, please.​

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About Me as a Roleplayer:
I've been roleplaying around 14-15 years, but I've recently come back from a hiatus of around 4 years.
I'm capable of posting anywhere between 2 and 12 paragraphs.
I believe the size of a post depends on what's happening in the story and what you were given by your partner.
Some of my best roleplays have averaged 3-4 paragraphs a post. It's all about what's in the post, not how long it is.
I can't say enough—I love plotting ahead and constantly brainstorming with my partner.
I want to be on the same page as my partner so we both have fun.
I am 29 with a full-time job, but my job is less demanding in the summertime.
My aim right now is for a reply every 1 to 4 days. My job is pretty hectic, I may be online for OOC but not able to reply.
I prefer to be honest on all accounts, so if I feel we aren't a good match, I'll let you know. Please do the same!
When you message me: please start a conversation.
Please do not ask me: "Do you want to roleplay?" Obviously I do. I won't know if we're a good match if you tell me nothing.
Please do tell me about yourself, what you're interested in, what you like.
Please do not message me: "Is Plot #x open?" "Are you still looking?" If it's not crossed out—it's open. I have an Accepting/Closed sign at the top of my thread.
Please do message me with information I can use to brainstorm with you.
Please do not argue with me if I tell you I'm not interested or that we aren't a good match.
Pestering:
A just-in-case section, based on part of why I left 4 years ago:
• If we have not started a roleplay and we're just in the beginning stages of planning, I'm not obligated to give you a response.
• Especially if I tell you honestly that I'm not interested and you try to argue with/convince me.
• If you message me less than 24 hours after a response asking me for a response, our discussion is over. Point blank.
• This does not mean the same thing toward OOC. If you're my partner, I love OOC! If I'm going to take awhile, I always try to let folks know.

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Kinks & Roleplaying Styles:
Here is my f-list.

To Reiterate—​
No:
-Racism and/or race as a kink.
-Anime pictures. Celebs we can discuss.
-Age gaps of more than seven years.
-Incest.
-Classic master/slave or pet.
-Classic dom/sub right out of the gate. I prefer a build up/earning of this. I'd be happy to answer any questions on this one.
-Student/Teacher.
-Multiple penetration.
-Being younger than seventeen.
-Being the older female.
-Bimboification.
-Foot play.
-Bestiality.
-Lactation.
-Excessive anal fixation.​
Please note: while these were pointed out, there are others on my f-list.
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Favs & Likes:
-Non-Con.
-Con.
-Forced-Pleasure.♡
-Coercion.♡
-Blackmail♡
-Sexual Tension
-Public.
-Nipple play.♡
-Virginity.
-Romance/Eventual Romance.♡
-Former friends turned enemies into lovers.♡
-Vaginal sex.
-Third person.
-Video/photographs.
-Public/ public risk.♡
-Rough.​
Please note: while these were pointed out, there are others on my f-list.​

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Let's Talk About Non-Con:
If you don't like some form of non-con, coercion, or dub-con, I don't know if we'll match well.
For Con—bring your plot to the table, or a twist to one of my own. Maybe we can work something out if we're compatible!
Rape is not a kink. Non-Con is a kink, a fantasy. There's a big difference!
My characters will always feel pleasure, usually to their chagrin or embarrassment.
With Non-Con, there are so many intricate levels depending on your own kinks!
I have no interest in screaming, crying Non-Con.
Discussing the level of Dub/Non-Con and how we want to approach it is such an important part of the process!​

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Gifs:
Meant to inspire ideas.
We can pair these with stories or create a scene together.
Divided into Non-Con and Con—all are NSFW.
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Ideas & Plots:
*I'm switching up a lot of my plots/ideas listed below. I'm trying to make them easier to parse through, and easy to build upon. Oftentimes you might notice I leave blank spots for the Male Character, that's so you have room to create as well! The options are, hopefully, limitless.

The fun stuff, finally! Let's talk roleplay.
At the end of the day I'm here because I love writing, I love roleplay, and I love exploring sexuality/kink. What I love to have in a roleplay: ​
1. Great dialogue - compelling, sometimes humorous, cutting, witty, etc. If you love dialogue, we'll mesh.
2. Sexual tension - people that hate each other inexplicably drawn to each other, strangers pulled to do things they normally wouldn't, etc
3. Tropes - They're lame, they're great, they're classic, they're overdone. But, they also make a lot of fun!
4. An interesting set-up or premise. 'Nuff said.​
I'm hoping to have some fun. Sexy fun, sure. But fun.

We'll loosely call these "Plots" okay?
Most of these are basic set-ups with multiple different ideas/plots listed below them. More so centered around a character type or a set of kinks, etc. You'll see.
Please peruse, shop at your leisure, and come see me at check out!

So it's easier to glance through, I've marked potential:
DC for Dub Con
NC for Non Con
C for Con
--There is a mix for most of these. Lots of possibilities!

1. [DC, NC, C] A virginal, more innocent FC paired with older brother's best friend
A: She's a junior, they're seniors. They know each other through mutual association but have never seriously interacted. She's come more into her own recently but could not be more different from her brother. She's honor roll, a goody-two-shoes, the antithesis to everything MC is. She never parties, she never drinks, etc. FM character's brother is hosting a house party when their parents are out of town and she's willing to not snitch on him to keep the peace. She intends to stay in her room the entire time, but she heads downstairs once--just for a snack. Maybe the brother sees her a thinks she's trying to attend, he drunkenly asks MC to look after his sister. MC sees the opportunity to potentially show an uptight frump a good time...things escalate from there. We can discuss intentions, the level of coercion we want, etc. Great opportunity for long-term continuation. ​

B: MC is supposed to hang out at his best friend's house. Perhaps everyone is back in town from college for summer break? They've been hanging out every day since they got back, so it's normal for them to just come in. MC gets a text from their friend--let's just call him Jackson--he texts the group that he was able to pick up a shift at his old job for some extra money and he's gonna be a few hours. No big deal, they can just hang until then. When they get downstairs to his room, they discover his sister: maybe she's in her brother's bed, maybe she's laid out on the futon they had on the floor for the boys to lounge on while they played video games, whatever you prefer. She's seventeen now, she's in cute, silky pajamas, and she's sound asleep obviously waiting for her brother. We can discuss what their relationship looked like previously--maybe distant, maybe mildly flirtatious that lead to nothing until now. I'd love some extensive somno to get her incredibly worked up before she wakes. Maybe MC doesn't even intend to go all the way he just thinks he'll take a peek or two, cop a feel in the process. ​

2. [NC, DC] Completely virginal, innocent FC taken against her will by a strong jock MC
She gets good grades and is an all-around good girl. As such, she's not that popular and is easily overlooked when she's not getting picked on. Your character would be the Head Jock (sport of your choice, so I'll use this generic term). Or he's a bad boy, take your pick. He runs the school and his crew. He takes notice, with amusement, that she's easily bashful—blushing whenever he/his friends make fun of or harass her.

A: MC asks FC to help him with a homework assignment after school. She tutors regularly so it's not a weird ask, though it's weird he asks. Little does she know his friends are there waiting as well. Your character is the one in charge, the others are just flunkies. They're there to hold her, strip her, laugh at her, leer at her, photograph and record her, hold her down, spread her out across the desk, whatever you want, etc. Extra hands for your character. If you want there could even be some groping, etc, but always with permission given by your character in roleplay. So clearly, humiliation is a huge aspect of this, as well as forced pleasure, voyeurism, etc. This is the kind of scene that could go on and on and be really hot. After giving her orgasm after orgasm, embarrassing her again and again, pleasure denial could start. Of course your character intimidates mine into begging and saying whatever you want, but then with pleasure denial she gives in and begs out of desperation for release, etc. Just some examples.​

B: The plot above but it can also just be the MC alone if you prefer. She can be meek enough to be overwhelmed just by him alone. instead of meeting at school in an empty classroom, they could arrange to meet at his place. This is where it could become more DC because the characters would be on his home turf, and completely isolated. He could manipulate her and overwhelm her, getting her to agree with things she normally never would. There's still an option here for taking pictures/video for blackmail to set up later scenes. We could do a lot with this too actually. ​

C: We could swap any of these scenarios into a college setting and add Fraternities and Sororities. The added pressure to please an upper member of a brother fraternity to avoid upsetting her sorority sisters, etc. ​

D: She's so shy she doesn't even get undressed in the girl's locker room for gym until the other girls are done. As such, she lollygags at the end of the period, the last of the day, and actually decides to take a shower. MC is headed to the men's locker room to grab a forgotten bag when he hears the girl's shower running. He fully expects it to be a cheerleader or something, but regardless he's full of mischievous intent when he sneaks in for a peak. It's too easy of an opportunity to pass up, really. Imagine his shock when he discovers it's FC, a shy little nobody with an amazing body? He simply can't let that body go to waste another second. ​
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3. [DC, NC, C] Uppity, Queen Bee type FC paired with Bad Boy type MC—or a type you want
A: FC is the Queen Bee of the school in every sense of the way: she heads Prom Committee, she's Student Body President, she's on Yearbook Committee. This bitch does so much for the school, they gave her a tiny office in the wing of the school. The very definition of a super woman—her hands are spinning all the plates, she's always dressed and done up to kill. Her boyfriend? The typical Jock King. He is subpar in the brains department, and that's putting it mildly. For every ounce of FC ambition, her boyfriend's the classic, useless male. He wants to party, he wants to crush the lesser students under his heel, etc. Together they are the ultimate power couple, according to all their peers, anyway. So imagine MC's shock when one day he's skipping class, wandering a wing of the school blocked off when he stumbles upon FC and her bf having sex in a classroom: her ass on a desk, scrolling and typing away on her phone while bf goes at it. No passion, like it's a chore. MC obviously records this.
MC is going to use this blackmail to bend FC to her will. His motivation and where we go from here is crafted by us. Who is MC? Why is he a bad boy? The basic consensus from this type of plot is that he needs to be the antithesis to the FC, with hidden threads that could link them together. I think this would be great if they each other deeper secrets that no one knows that link them together. This plot works best when the characters can mirror each other, and the dialogue can be very cutting. A great enemies to lovers in the making. Does everyone assume he's a scholarship student when actually he's very rich? Or is he rich because his family is tied up in illegal business? Why does he detest most of the student body at the school and our Queen Bee for being the face of them all? This plot can be as intense as we want it to be. I'm also not opposed to making things more Con off the bat, like perhaps an argument about the blackmail gets steamy when both characters get carried away? Much to think about.

B: MC finds his rival asleep. Either on the beach or in the sorority or fraternity pool house, maybe? I'm thinking both characters have always been at odds, incredibly competitive. If they aren't competing, they're arguing and in general being each other's biggest hater. Their friends tell them to just fuck already, but they both claim vehement disgust at the idea. After several days of partying, female character is finding she's a bit worn out and somewhat hungover. What cures a hangover? More drinking, duh. She has a shot or two, which cures the headache, but not her desire for a nap. So she strays from the group—if on the beach, she'll lay out on a large blanket behind a cropping of large rocks, or she'll find a bed in the pool house—and eventually, maybe thinking the same thing, Male Character stumbles upon her laid out in her bikini. It's an opportunity he can't pass up, the ultimate one-up on his rival. Maybe at first he thinks he'll remove her bikini top and take a few pictures. He can't resist fondling her. Then, when he realizes the alcohol has her sleeping so soundly, he removes the bottoms as well. As he's touching her, her body responds and things get carried away from there. I'd say she won't wake up until her body is hot, throbbing, and stuffed completely full of his cock.

C: She thinks she's fucking her boyfriend, but it's her enemy. It's spring break for these college students, and they're celebrating with a beachy getaway. Female Character by all accounts has the Perfect Boyfriend: he's popular, kind, attractive, athletic, smart....there are only two issues: one is that their sex life is less than desirable. What she can't figure out is if he simply has a low sex drive, or if he just doesn't like sex with her. As such, she's obsessed with trying to seduce him, planning a surprise for him in her hotel room. Her hotel room, that she shares with a few friends, is an adjoining room with his that he shares with a few of his friends. That's the other issue: his best friend, Your character, is the bane of her existence. For whatever reason, they have never gotten along, always butting heads with each other, leaving the Perfect Boyfriend to play mediator. Maybe he thinks she's vapid, boring, too shallow for his friend? She has no idea, but she definitely doesn't like him because she knows he looks down on her, picks on her, and tries to monopolize Perfect Boyfriend's time.

She's alone in her hotel room with the adjoining door open, trying to find the lingerie she packed for the vacation. Her plan is to get dolled-up and text Boyfriend. She normally wears contacts but removes them because she knows he likes her glasses, except she hasn't put them on yet. This is when Your character The Enemy innocents comes back to the room for something, like his wallet, and happens to find Female Character scantily dressed. He clears his throat, intent on just startling her and then embarrassing her. However, with her shit eyesight, she thinks its Perfect Boyfriend—the two besties always being mistaken for brothers because they look so similar. She approaches him, flirty and horny, kissing and touching him. The Enemy thinks this might be a good chance to really humiliate her, let her kiss him and then reveal himself. But things get carried away really quickly as she leads/pushes the envelope farther out until The Enemy is so caught up he ends up fucking her while she thinks it's her boyfriend. It's up to us when the reveal happens, but here's my idea— They finish a round of sex, but she wants more. They switch up positions, and after some more fooling around, they're fucking again and she remembers her glasses on the nightstand. Before Your character can stop she's putting them on, and his cover is blown while he's stuffed to the hilt inside of her. Then they have to deal with the aftermath of their newfound sexual tension. *mic drop* ​

4: [C, DC, NC] Lonely housewife and husband's business partner/friend
The young Female Housewife is married to an incredibly successful man who inherited his father's businesses and takes the role very seriously. It didn't take long after college/their marriage for her to realize this career is what's most important to him, often leaving her home alone for long days, sometimes even weeks when he has business trips. This has left her dejected, lonely, and lacking in any sort of confidence, only pining after her husband even when they're in the same room. Your character is His Best Friend/Rival in business, who has known them both since their freshman year at college. He has always coveted Female Housewife, believing her to be incredibly smart, incredibly beautiful, and very talented. He has witnessed the neglect she's received over the years and is definitely not blind to it or the way it affects her. One night at a small dinner party for business associates, Your character can't take anymore. When he notices she excuses herself for the night, he bides his time to excuse himself as well—making out like he's leaving when he really he's going to slip deeper into the house to find her.

Options:
—As Non-Con I think it would be very obvious. When he approaches her she denies him and he doesn't take no for an answer. This could have any levels. Simple NC, or some coercion, etc. Would love to discuss!
—As Con, I've never done this scenario. I imagine it would be a bit romantic, a bit tragic. I'd love to see it be intense and erotic, though. If you think we can make it interesting, I'm game!
—As Dub-Con, I see a middle ground between the two above scenario. Perhaps there's kissing and touches, but she attempts to chicken out or deny him, and he decides to show her what her body needs and can't deny. ​

5: [NC and DB] An office setting where the assistants are used as sex objects.
—If you can come up with a non-awkward way to open this plot, let's go. I have this idea. No idea how to start it.
Male Character is the CEO's son, but this particular privilege is extended throughout the entire company: assistants are female and you can do whatever you want to them. It's not uncommon to see topless women taking notes in board meetings, or a punished secretary walking naked through the hall. The stipulation is, if an assistant is a personal assistant, she's only to listen to her specific boss—no one else touches her without his permission. Female Character has gone through the agonizing interview process as she's made it to the final round. Up until now, everything has been a totally normal, albeit intense, job interview. She doesn't know the extensive background check that's been done on her--that Male Character can see she's up to her eyeballs in student loan debt and desperate for the job. Male Character is the final job interview, since she would be his personal secretary. It's a big deal for him, as he's finally moved up enough in the company to have his own personal secretary. He's learned from his father, and he's had to share the lower level secretaries with his friends--but not anymore.
Female Character would've found it weird that she had to sign an NDA for her final job interview, but she figures it's because Male Character is insanely rich and important. Once in his office, it's his job to explain the nature of the job to her, complete with proof from a lower level secretary. Will she take the job?

I have some very specific ideas for this plot:
-Designated days where she isn't allowed to wear panties and subsequent panty inspections. This involves her lifting her skirt or dropping her pants and having to bend over for him to 'inspect'. I'd specifically like this to happen once or twice in front of his peers or higher-ups. Perhaps a client is in Male Character's office for a meeting, and Male Character calls her in to demand the inspection—then pretending he isn't sure, and demands she bend over for the client and asks his 'professional opinion'. Female Character is already humiliated when the client then asks to 'further inspect' just to make sure...touching and fingering her. The client would ask to inspect further, which Male Character denies, but offers to let him observe as Male Character performs the inspection himself.
-A punishment scene where Male Character forces Female Character to undress at a board meeting and fucks her in front of everyone.
-Humiliation is a big theme to explore within this plot—perhaps she has to blow him while he's at a lunch meeting with his peers?
-Humiliation and submission are kinks that Female Character has, but they're undiscovered by her. She would be incredibly conflicted and shamed by how turned on she is by all of this.​
 
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His hands never stopped, they never slowed down. Mandi was gobsmacked that the thing it seemed Preston really wanted was to fuck her. Cool air breezed over her thighs and ass as he yanked her skirt all the way up, heat burning up her neck and over face at the sensation. She couldn’t see him but she could feel his eyes like an extra set of hands. Without any warning or hesitation he dragged her panties down, the action causing a jerk in her hips.

Panic truly began to chip away at her then, embarrassment flooding her before Preston groaned. Startled, her brows knitted downward, and thanks to his hand now lowered to between her shoulder blades, Mandi could turn her face into the desk. Her breath puffed out and humidified the small space but she didn’t care. She didn’t care because now that she was exposed, her sex was hot.

It obviously didn’t escape Preston’s attention either and her face burned even hotter. Scrambling for some kind of lie to save face, she turned her head just a little.

“No, I-I—f-fuck—” The words fumbled in her mouth but they were ripped away as soon as Preston’s fingers pressed against her, parting the lips of her sex into that heat. Her own hands were flat against the table with nothing to hold on to, nothing to gain purchase with. Chest heaving so hard she felt dizzy, his fingers were hurried but the back and forth motion had her vision whitening at the edges.

Again, no warning and then his finger was in her, one fast, smooth glide and Mandi’s spine was arching under his grip against her will. Two-point-five seconds and it felt like Preston was deeper in her than anything had been. It stole her breath, and then his wrist began to shift, the curve of his finger dragging along her tight, clenching walls. All the air in her lungs dissipated and she could only stare blindly in shock—nothing like this had ever happened before.

Mandi’s lashes were fluttering by the time Preston pulled out, the clink of his belt buckle echoing in her ears. The feeling of him against her entrance brought her back to life with a snap, a gasping sound that would embarrass her later breaking out from deep in her throat. All shock and sex. It was so fast, it was all so fucking fast, though Preston had still done more in the way of foreplay than Jackson ever had.

Preston Ward was inside her. He bottomed out and it was like there wasn’t enough room inside of her to fill her lungs anymore. Everything began to blur, including time. Both of his hands pinned her down and the first thrust was harder than anything she’d ever felt in her life. The pleasure of it was a tight fist and her mind reeled, all thought snuffed out like a candle flame. Mandi was gone, hand reaching out to grip the edge of the desk until her knuckles were white.

The sound of them bounced off the empty walls and there was no mistaking that wet, shlicking sound. The muscles in her abdomen went taut, her entire body winding up like the spring of a music box. The build was brutal, frenzied, and she was gasping with each slap of his hips up against her. Her nails pressed up into the underside of the desk so hard it hurt but she didn’t give a fuck, the pleasure had never been twisted so tightly.

And then Preston stopped, slammed into her up to the hilt.

A high, guttural noise left her as she shook like a leaf on the wind, reduced to short, staccato little gasping breaths. The glassy look in her eyes faded and Mandi began to surface again. The drop of a failed orgasm wracked her and she was squeezing, spasming desperately around his cock. What…the fuck? Horrified, she listened to the sounds of their breathing before Preston shuffled behind her, but did not move.

She’d recognize the tapping sound of a thumb nail hitting a phone screen anywhere.

“Wait.” Her voice was thick and an octave higher than it normally was. “Wait, wait, wait, wait—” Mandi writhed under him. At some point her cropped shirt had rucked up, exposing the smooth, pale curve of her spine and the under cups of her lacy bra as she twisted on top of the desk. She was a fucking mess. “You–you already have the video. Don’t record me. Please.”

Mandi could hear herself, hear how she sounded—but she couldn’t believe it. She sounded so fucked out. This had never happened to her before, and Preston was about to have proof. He was going to have a Mount Rushmore-sized mountain of blackmail against her at this rate.

It was maddening listening to Luirlan have the conversation she was supposed to be having with Hallgeir. When her father had procured a nomad familiar with the Manslayers but not of the tribe, it had been to gain intel and potential allies—Ardelle had begged him to pay them to teach her the language. Several generals wanted to learn as well, and so finally he relented. Then, when the news of her fate had broken, the lessons had become for a very different reason and Luirlan had joined her.

Still, as she stood there being talked about like she had no idea what was being said, Ardelle couldn't bring herself to speak. How was she going to get through this if she couldn't even work up the courage to speak? And worse, her mother was loudly insulting them without a care for who might understand. Horrified, Ardelle turned agape at her mother as her father snapped at her. The Queen was claiming that the nomads were savages and yet they were the ones making a spectacle in front of everyone.

It seemed as though Hallgeir didn't understand what her mother said, or he simply didn't care. The woman beside him was difficult to read, but when their eyes met Ardelle let her guilt show. She knew the woman understood, and it was incredibly embarrassing. Not only that, but her mother was making this impression when she was the one that got to leave.

More discussion about her—it seemed as though Hallgeir's understanding of Elven language was so small that he hadn't even caught her name. The look of surprise on his face was difficult to decipher, not to mention half of his face was covered from her view due to his beard. It was hard to make out what he was thinking, and Ardelle couldn't begin to even guess what a conversation between the two of them might look like.

As everyone moved to the prepared altar, Luirlan broke away from her. <Luirlan!> Watching from afar, too shackled by her own fear and trepidation, Ardelle could do nothing but wait until Luirlan returned. The woman looked far too pleased with herself, and Ardelle felt more embarrassment creep upward and burn across her face.

<You didn't.> As if to answer her question, Hallgeir's voice bellowed out above the crowd, the loudest she'd ever heard another person be. Wide-eyed, she clutched onto Luirlan's hand even as her lady's maid tried to take her place behind her. <Do not sing!>

But of course Luirlan wouldn't listen when it was she who had listened to Ardelle yammer on about her wedding in childhood. She knew what certain traditions meant to her and the way she'd looked forward to this day. This day was supposed to symbolize another step closer to her people, to becoming a queen they could be proud of. Now, it was only about her walking away in order to save them.

The song was one she'd heard countless times, but never with this many trembling voice. It was almost too much, but she was determined not to cry. What a terrible image that would create—hardly one of two people coming together as willingly as possible for the betterment of their people. It would look like she was a prisoner, she desperately hoped she wasn't one.

Her parents hugged her at the end of her walk, and Ardelle took her place beside Hallgeir, only faltering when the priest told them to kneel. Elven royalty were never told to kneel, and so while it was a surprise, she did gather up the skirt of her dress to do just that. Before she could, Hallgeir swept his cape out in front of her. Stunned, especially because he was putting something that looked very well crafted on the ground, Ardelle swallowed the lump in her throat.

Really, while still hard to read, the look on Hallgeir's face did not seem...friendly. He looked angry, to her. Her heart lurched at the thought that perhaps she was a disappointment. This entire marriage had been his demand, or she'd thought so.... Perhaps he still didn't trust Elves, even though they were here now honoring his request. It wasn't a comforting thought.

"Thank you." She said quietly, so quietly that perhaps only he and the priest heard. Saying nothing more, she knelt beside him.

The rest...was strange to her, but not bad. In her quest to learn the language, she'd neglected trying to learn much about culture or beliefs. She wasn't sure who their 'gods' were or what they were for, but she listened intently trying to hear the nuances of a native speaker. The more Ardelle listened, the more surprised she became. The rites that the priest was speaking were...very emotional. Sentimental, even. It was very different from the Elven idea of marriage, particularly a noble marriage.

Vows of an Elven marriage sounded more like a treaty of peacekeeping than the words the priest was speaking now. Listening to Hallgeir vow to love her was enough to set off a ringing in her ears, even though she couldn't bring herself to look at him. He wasn't looking at her anyway, his back remained straight, his head remained forward—so she did the same.

It was the words that the nomad priest had for her that brought Ardelle a different kind of emotion: shame. She realized with shock listening to him that she had spent all this time worrying about what she was losing, what she was leaving. In the back of her mind she feared that these people would think less of her for being what she was, that they wouldn't welcome her. And surely some of them did feel that way. But listening to the priest now Ardelle realized that they were going to consider her their queen.

Her fingers upon the statue twitched before she could reign in the response, hearing that she would have to forsake her old name. The tribe standing behind her was waiting for her to agree. She'd been thinking only of herself and not of them, so much so she felt like she wasn't worthy to agree now. They deserved someone that understood them better, but maybe she could be that person if she was willing to try. And Hallgeir? Ardelle couldn't imagine being a comfort to him, or that he was a man in need of comfort, but...

"I will." Ardelle's voice no longer shook, and though it was not as loud as Hallgeir's, it was loud enough for the crowd to hear.

The nomads erupted in a raucous cheer while the Elves in attendance jumped in surprise before clapping politely.

Finally, amidst the noise, Ardelle turned her head and looked upward, setting her bright green eyes upon the man that was her husband.

Mandi stared at him in horror as he simply shushed her, looking little more than amused. It began to make her question if she was as destressed as she thought she was—she felt petrified, like she was trembling from it, but he merely cast another smile her way. He looked at her in the same way that had always brought heat up to her face, and it stunned her speechless. Her thighs squeezed together tighter as he tossed her panties away.

"But..." Mandi shook her head, confused about what to do. She'd said no, begged him even, and it hadn't even slowed him down. Visibly tensing at his declaration of needing to see her, Mandi squirmed uncomfortably. The word lick was like a new alarm bell, sounding off with all the others. It had her jerking in response, shocked by the lewdness of it. He'd already brought it up but now as he took hold of her knees it felt more real. "Jared, I can't—I can't deal with this! Wait, wait, wait!"

Begging again as he leaned over her, the weight of him pushed her back down. Her head hit against the pillow and the terror washed over her, mirrored in the expression on her face. He continued to lean down on her and Mandi realized she couldn't even so much as shift an inch. Jared used the leverage of his body to pry her knees apart. Heart thundering in her ears, Mandi couldn't bare to look. He spread her thighs completely until the cool air of the room rushed over the heat of her most intimate area. Eyes lifted to the ceiling, Mandi covered her mouth with her hand.

She didn't know how, but she could feel his eyes on her sex like he was already touching her. There was no way she could ignore it now, how hard the throbbing had continued even after his fingers had drawn her over that first edge. Mandi could feel herself spread open in front of him, the petals of her sex more revealed to his eyes than they'd ever been to her own. The seconds passed like hours until finally Jared spoke again.

"Oh my God." Mandi breathed, hand moving from her mouth to clutch at the couch cushion. She felt his arms wrap under her thighs, his hands grabbing her hips. Her spine tensed, arched, but her lower half was forced to remain in place. Sucking in a sharp breath as his mouth made contact, the initial sensation was like a shock to her system. It rocked through her, the muscles in her abdomen tightening. Everything...she could feel everything. His lips, his tongue, even edges of his mouth provided stimulation.

Mouth open, Mandi struggled to gain a breath. When he pulled away it felt so sudden her eyes immediately lowered down to look at him, the sight of anyone between her legs a foreign one. A deep blush prickled over her face at his words, a fresh twist of curiosity curling inside of her as he brought up her taste. At just the mention of it the taste of him was an echo on her tongue—she could still feel him in her throat when she swallowed.

"Ahh—" The first feminine noise of pleasure escaped her before she could stop it, her body arching tighter, straining against his grip. His tongue pressed through her delicate folds, the pleasure building with shocking intensity. Jared seemed to lap her up entirely, dragging her higher and higher until she was panting out hot breaths of air in desperation. Her head dropped back against the pillow as the tip of his tongue teased even deeper into her, almost actually entering her. The prospect of it, the threat of it, had her head reeling—the feeling of it had her entire body tensing.

But then, oh then, his mouth tilted. 'Tell me if you like this...' Tell him? She couldn't manage to breathe evenly at this point. The only answer he got was a sudden, desperate moan bursting deep from the back of her throat. The hand clutching the couch cushion twisted, the other pressing against her thigh as the muscles there began to quiver. Her hips bucked once of their own accord, resisting against his hold on them. His mouth had clamped over that hot, sensitive button. The heat of his tongue pressed against it had the pleasure fisting inside of her.

He lapped slowly, but it was already too much. Panting, Mandi's head turned as she felt every muscle tense and begin to quake. Another cry broke out of her as the pleasure soared, consuming her in it's entirety in wave after wet, hot wave. She came a like a flood against his tongue, even her hips trembled until finally that tight grip gave way, releasing her and dropping her boneless back onto the couch.

It was surprising how quickly he agreed with her, but it was also a relief. The thought of not being able to go home with her parents was devastating, though she would have fought tooth and nail had he disagreed. That being said, it was also clear to Charlotte that her snap of anger had effectively shut Max down. He was being too stoic all of a sudden.

And when he abruptly turned away from her to dramatically sweep on his cloak, she had to close her eyes briefly to keep from rolling them. Classic Dramatic Max. Had three years really changed nothing? As if she'd asked out loud and he'd taken it for a challenge, his next words stunned her. Merely blinking at him, she couldn't believe he was the first one to bring up the reality of their marriage. Yes, they would have a lot to talk about... it was hard for her to imagine doing so.

But then, oh then, he did it--he brought up their argument. It was so subtle, yet so on-the-nose. Even more stunned, her mouth dropped open though his back was to her. The fury ignited in her so fast she was up and out of the bed within seconds. It was her own willpower that kept her in place, though she very nearly crossed the room to give him a shove hard enough to knock him out of his chair. No, it wouldn't be dignified and it wouldn't help the situation.

It was bad enough he intended to stay in the room while she changed. Left with no choice she snatched up the dress--which was not her taste at all--and turned her back on him as well. Loosening the buttons on her nightgown the fabric fell away, leaving her naked once again. The new dress in hand, she began to undo the buttons of it next, a little unused to not having a maid's help. Unable to resist a return jab, she indulged the bitterness he'd awoken inside of her.

"I seem to recall being encouraged to leave, but your memory is most convenient--as per usual." It felt like blowing on sparking embers, but it was oh so satisfying as well. Finally undoing the last button, Charlotte worked into the dress. It was very simple, which normally she wouldn't mind. The idea of gathering with Max, his parents, and her own in such a dress felt...well, it felt like an extra kick to her endurance. Everyone would be fully dressed to their station, she had no doubt. But she also knew this was her own emotion talking, and that really her parents wouldn't care about all that. It would make for a comfortable dress to travel home in, in any case.

"Is there an estimation on my parent's arrival, or is their approach just an assumption you have?"
 
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