[A4F] A Heroine's Rest. (Warm and consensual fantasy; heroic women getting to enjoy the perks of saving the world.)

Sodden apples again?!

These past two months had been a grueling affair filled with well-fitted castles whose watchmen, unlike many that had come before, were alert and ready for her coming with patrols slipping out each night to throw the darkness of the woods back in search of her and those that accompanied her. Someone had gotten the hint that she was driving the forces of Hell back, because the once embarrassing state of the fortresses they'd been overtaking the last year and a half were gone now, the holes in the walls filled and towers filled with enough arrows to blow out the sun with. Even the defenders themselves seemed like they were eating better, their needs likely provided for at the expense of the innocents forced to live under their shadows. Each fallen citadel only seems to lead to another with more elaborate sets of defense to them, the last boasting an immense ditch that fed in and out of an ocean that dominated its left flank with a series of gates and pumps that could leave the land around it either a barren swampland or a lake with a castle sitting in the middle of it.

Speed was critical to the campaign of uprooting the demonic presence that lined the coastline of the continent before a response could be levied at them, and though their army only grew with each flag they raised, their speed could only slacken.

As could their choice of vittles.

The land here was dying, slowly being drained by the parasites that infested it. What had once been a land legendary for its red turnips and bright brown potatoes pink-cherry trees with turkeys fat and lazy was not little more than a series of rank swamps and scrawny animals you couldn't so much as get a bite out of.

And horrible, dry little things that the locals had the gaul to call 'apples' that no manner of cooking could make edible. Their camp chefs had tried everything to make them easier to swallow down, and they were supplemented by the foraging parties that uprooted whatever berries and critters they could get their hands on, but the enemy they fought had grown a fixation on the little red fruit and done everything within their power to transform every field into an apple plantation.

Everyone's stomach ached, and though their followers put on a strong face for their hero-liberator, even they could see the strain on her face. They did her the honor of not voicing a word of it to her face, but their kindness only shielded her from the truth that their heroine was slipping.

It was merciful for everyone that it wasn't just hunger and muscle strain from scaling tower walls and a concussion from a mace rattling her helmet and the poor skull it guarded that was distracting her. Her adventure had been cruel and near merciless, and the demand for strength in the face of endless horror was a heavy burden that couldn't be carried alone.

Relief.

She needed relief.

Just once.

And then she would go back to slaughtering demons and saving the world.

But Gods, who could she possibly trust to even ask?!

...

I may at some point drop all of the narration and exchange it for a purely OOC dribble, but, until then, I'm sticking with it since I felt inspired.

The premise is pretty basic here regardless of the yapping up above; a properly heroic young woman is guided by prophecy to bring an end to an apocalyptic invasion of demons, a job she is well-suited for as a stubborn, gallant warrior with a penchant for putting up with suffering so long as it means lessening the harm of others.

This is NOT a 'bad end' story or anything of the sort. She, like most creatures made of flesh and blood, has needs just like every other person, and in my imagination she looks to her allies and friends for someone she can share a night with without judgement or thinking less of her for it in any way. I've long list of ideas for who this person may be that varies heavily on my partner's own preferences; a middle-aged Oathbreaker significantly older than herself that's a salt and pepper fellow whose experience can help her explore her own desires and interests, a redeemed Succubus who's long desired her but learned to respect the heroine's wishes and only respectfully admires her from a distance whilst salivating internally at the thought of having her, a slave she aided in the liberation of who offered his aid to them as an informant who's helped in the organizing of their campaign, providing critical technical assistance...

There's a lot of options available with a great amount of mutability and fudging around that can be done. I'm very much not locked into anything and my tastes will react strongly based on my partner's own imagination for their heroine; are they human? Elf? Commoner, aristocrat? Ideally they're someone highly energetic and motivated, endlessly optimistic, but I'm open to ideas.

Kinks for this RP include everything gentle and compassionate where a submissive, inexperienced heroine has her concerned listened to and spend a night with someone who actively respects them and wants the best for them. That means enthusiastic consent, potentially an immense amount of restrained from her dominant partner (especially if it's a succubus...), muscular (both of them), potential tail play, escalating sex, first times, emotionally realistic sex (i.e. communication, asking questions, bad vibes being avoided), tomboys, women in armor being hawt, good humor and comedy. Non-psychopathic dominants. Praise. Body worship. Mistakes during sex. Older dominant men and younger submissive women, sapphic romance, A LOT of kissing, like a lot a lot.

I am very much open to explicit D/s play so long as both characters talk about it and express an interest in it. So long as there's agreement on both sides I can be highly enthusiastic for spankings, rough sex, age gaps, multiple positions, collars, breeding, mild mind-breaking ('This feels so amazing and I'm being called pretty it makes me want to cry and become a little nonverbal' rather than anything bad-natured like bimboification.) Fantasy interracial. Overstimulation, orgasm denial & control, seduction, sultry characters, distance (and not-so distant) fawning and yearning.

The opening up above could easily be shifted towards other locations. When and where isn't really half as important to me as vibes and writing quality. She could be getting fucked silly by a tavern girl for all I care in a subversive twist of 'the hero getting the tavern wench' in reverse.