I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+ as well.

Far far away, on an entirely different plane of existence, deep withing the hell that was her home, L'raithaia is lounging on her obsidian throne when she first feels the call of the summoning spell. The throne is a grand affair, carved from a single enormous block of glossy black stone with a million different spikes and edges. Like the demon perched atop it, it was both beautiful and menacing, it's very shape invoking the idea of both mortal danger and breathtaking beauty.

L'raithaia is spending her time as she so often does, deciding on which triviality to spend her time. Time flowed differently in this particular layer of hell, and so the demoness had no shortage of free time, thousands of years of it, and so even activities she had once enjoyed had long since grown stale. She could marshal her subjects and march to war on one of her neighbors, but she had long since learned their tactics. She could torment some among her legion of damned souls and servants, but she had broken, repaired, and rebroken them all so many times it had lost its luster.

But then she felt it. A tickle on the very edge of her consciousness, a feeling so small ane subtle that she might have missed it had she not been so desperately bored. The effect of a spell cast so, so long ago. Someone was touching her book.

A wicked smile curls her lips as she rises gracefully from her throne, stalking from her throne room and heading towards her library. She walks swiftly between the shelves and shelves of books, utterly uninterested in the wealth of knowledge held in their pages. The book she was after was in a place of honor, on a plinth at one end of the long hall, already open and waiting.

The page blank save for a few nearly indistinct smudges of ink. The books counterpart, then, the one in the mortal realm, hadn't been opened yet. But if it had set its hooks into someone, if it had found someone suitable, it would only be a matter of time. And so, L'raithaia settles in to wait.

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Hello everyone! Tonight I'd like to explore the premise of one of my previous prompts from another angle. My character would be a succubus of the standard d&d persuasion, a demon that feeds and manipulated the lust of mortals. Summoned back to the mortal realm, our story would center around her and her exploits. Whether this in a present day setting or in a fantasy setting is I am open to discussing. I have a preference for high fantasy, but I could be convinced to make it something modern.

Who you play is a detail I am pretty flexible on. Ideally, this would be a harem building sort of story. We would follow the succubus as she explores the world she finds herself in, using her magic to build a harem of mortals in which to cultivate the lust she needs to grow stronger. But I could see it being a one on one story if I found the right partner for it.

Kinkwise, I'm open to nearly anything. Obviously I am asking a lot of a partner, so I am willing to work in nearly any kinks to satisfy a potential partner. Some favorites of mine include, but are not limited to: non-con/dub-con, humiliation, harems, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, forced orgasms, orgasm control and denial, panties, fancy dresses, twins and so much more. That is of course a far from complete list, and I'm open to pretty much anything. My only limits is are scat, underage characters, diapers, lactation, and bimbofication, so outside that the sky is the limit.

If any of this sounds good, or if it sparks any ideas in anyone, shoot me a pm! I look forward to seeing what we can write together!

[F4F] or [F4GM] A Succubus Unleashed