[M4F] Trouble Amongst the Stars. (Sci-Fi Romance/Drama, literate to novella)

It was never meant to become personal.

The empire was falling apart. Some blamed the long years of peace, other blamed the amount by which it had grown. But bit by bit your people had been drifting apart. Lines being drawn in all sense of the word but officially. Star systems were all but closing off to one another and some had even become more aggressive against their neighbors outside the empire. All that seemed to hold it together was some unspoken desire to avoid all out war among the Highprinces.

But it wouldn't last. It couldn't. As a member of the royal family you had been taught well enough to see that unless things changed the empire would fracture. Civil war, or even invasion by an outside force, and no matter what the line you had been born into would be the last to see the glory that had taken your people to the stars and beyond.

The very thought of that made you sick.

You had to do something.

There had to be some way to keep everything together, or failing that keep things from spiraling beyond the point of repair.

Gaining allies was the simplest of answers, people in power who could help you halt the oncoming disaster. And like that an idea struck you.

But who better to have on your side than the Highprince of War? Large territory within the empire, nearly unrivaled influence, and naturally the most experienced in terms of conflict. Only the Royal House seemed to hold greater power at times.

Bringing me to your side was supposed to be simple. Becoming closer, becoming friends. Perhaps some flirting here and there. You had time to sway me to your side. Time to charm me and make me agree with your desire for stability and peace. And no one else seemed to think to stop you. All the other Highprinces felt me to be their biggest threat and that you were trying to keep me from lighting the spark.

It was never meant to become personal.

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A gasp slips from your lips as your back hits the window in your private quarters. Another follows moments later as my lips find your neck, stars in both your eyes and in the view behind you. Your cheeks were flushed, your hands reaching out to pull me in closer.

I was going to leave another mark. One you'd have to cover up. But you didn't care.

You could feel my own body pressing up against yours, that familiar sense of warmth pinning you back. My fingers danced across your sides, slipping up and down before pulling at the edges of your dress. It was gone before you even realized you'd been the one to squirm out of it. My own suit was close behind.

Your fingers found themselves tracing over a body that had become so very familiar to you. Intimately so. Our breaths mingling together and lips darting out to one another before I reach down and lift you up.

Its like a puzzle piece slipping into place as I hold you tight and press in. My hands pull your legs around my waist and soon any words we might have been sharing were replaced with moans.

The cold glass against your shoulder blades was a sharp contrast to the heat of me filling you, and that friction made your head fall back against the window with a dull thunk. I took the opportunity to drag my mouth down the column of your throat, tongue tracing the hollow, teeth grazing your pulse. I could feel it hammering against my lips.

My hips rolled. Slow, deliberate, torturous, and the sound you made was somewhere between a whimper and a curse. Your nails bit into my shoulders, crescents forming in skin I'd wear like medals tomorrow.

Your breath came out in shallow little bursts, fogging between us as I drove in deeper each time. You were trembling. Desperate. Wrapping as tightly around me as you could and soon our lips were locked together once again.

It was never meant to become personal.

So how did it come to this?

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Hello and thank you for reading! Hopefully that's served as a good taste of both the plot and the plot for this story. The general idea of course being an attempt by your character, a member of the Royal family of this Space Empire, to sway one of its prominent leaders over to your side ending in both of our characters becoming much more involved than we'd have expected.

I'm picturing a healthy mix of romance, drama, maybe some adventure, and of course plenty of smut.

How all that goes down, starts, or even proceeds, is something I am more than happy to discuss. Ideally I'd like to start out roughly at the beginning before things evolve into the spicier portion there. But our characters and their journey is something I'm flexible on.

I usually try to leave things vague enough as well for my partners to make their character fully their own. So feel free to share any ideas you may have!

This will naturally be a long term roleplay, it just makes the most sense in my eyes. Now that said I'm not expecting constant replies. For one thing real life is a thing, I have an office job myself so naturally I'm not available to write during the day. And even some nights I'll end up busy. I'm flexible with how quickly we're writing back and forth so I only ask for the same in return. And given the potential disparity in timezones on the internet and all it just makes sense.

Perfectly happy chatting outside of that as well of course.

I do prefer to write on Discord and I'm predominantly a 1st person writing style kind of writer.

So if you're interested by all means come say hi! I'd love to chat and see what we can make of all this!