Hello there! This is a concept following my character Jh'sandra, the dark elf ruler If you want to know more about her, I have a post made giving some background on her and my take on dark elves as a whole. If that's not your cup of tea, then just ignore it and give the idea a read anyways, the lore isn't too pivotal.

With a sigh, Jh'sandra pushed away the scoll she'd been trading. The paper responded with it's own weary sigh as it slid away. The woman rubbed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Her golden eyes fixing on the flickering white flame of the candle on her desk. She tapped her fingers against the wooden surface for a few moments as she considered what she read. That councilman Givrain was dead was unfortunate. He was easily manipulated, after all. But that his clan had fallen to infighting was enough to raise her spirits. The spot on the tribunal was ripe for the taking.

She brushed a lock of her pure white hair from her face and considered her options. Casually, Jh'sandra's hand went beneath the desk, coming to rest on the head of the woman between her legs. She smirked to herself as the woman, the former wife of some rival or another whom Jh'sandra had dispatched, redoubled her efforts. Her mouth working to lavish her Mistress and her Matriarch. Jh'sandra had a hard time deciding which title she liked more.

With another sigh, Jh'sandra decided to let her slave work a little longer. She wouldn't be treated to her mistress's orgasm. Not quite yet, but that drow woman made a mental note that this one's oral ministrations were quite pleasant. She'd do well in Jh'sandra's bedchambers.

After a little longer, she pushed the slave's head away. A whimpering groan escaped from under the desk, but she complied. Jh'sandra sent the girl away soon after, returning to read the letter again. She waited until the other woman had left the office, then waited a bit longer, letting her eyes skim across the page, not reading anything. Then finally, Jh'sandra stood up and began to pace. This news could not have come at a worse time. Only earlier that morning had she finally managed to work out the location of the staff known as Renshimbok. Such an ancient and powerful artifact would definitely serve her well. She was just about to ready her things for another one of her "hunting trips" on the surface when the news of that fool Givrain's fate came to her. Throwing everything out of order.

Jh'sandra groaned and poured herself a goblet of wine from a crystal decanter, admiring how the pale light of her office reflected on the cut angles. Swirling the wine in her cup, she considered her options. This was a very unstable time. She and every other clan leader would be gunning for the spot opened by Givrain, and she couldn't afford to be gone for that. Could she? But at the same time, if she found Renshimbok, then perhaps she wouldn't need to worry about her seat on the council. Assuming the legends were true.

The Matriarch groaned again and took a sip of her wine. Her eyes went wide as she realized her free hand, as though it had a mind of its own, had slipped between her legs. She finally noticed the wetness developing, and the heat in her chest. She scoffed. Perhaps that little bitch was less useless than she'd thought. At first Jh'sandra thought to ignore it, but as the idea sat in her mind, it did appeal more and more. A little break would help her clear her mind, and maybe even offer some insight.

She took another sip of wine, the tang across her tongue a worthy companion to the teasing fingers between her legs. With a word, she could have any of her women servants in her bed, waiting to lavish her or be lavished by her. Same with the males. She briefly wondered whether she'd take one of the docile ones. The ones eager to avoid her wrath and so willing to let themselves be defiled by her. Or maybe one of those who took control. The ones she'd allowed to fill her with their thick manhood. She shivered at a memory of taking three of them at once. Perhaps not a bad idea.

Without a second thought, Jh'sandra left her office, considering her choices. She hadn't even considered taking a trip to the dungeon instead. Choosing from some of the more belligerent parts of her collection. Old rivals who now knew their place, particularly wilfull acquisitions from the auction block or from her own journeys on the surface. She could use a warm body on which to relieve her frustrations. So many delightful options, so little time.

The Matriarch took a largee swig of her wine as she walked through the halls of her house, servants stepping aside and bowing as she passed. Deference, fear and envy. She could see it etched in their faces. Good. Jh'sandra walked quickly, though she had nowhere really to go. As soon as she finished her diversion and slacked her needs, then she would either be right into the thick of Ilistyn politics, or on the perhaps less dangerous roads of the surface, searching for an artifact she wasn't even sure still existed. Oh, to be the queen..~

So, as you can see. I tend to write at a fairly literate level. I prefer writing 3rd person myself, but I am fine if my partner writes in 1st.

A normal reply from me will be about 3 paragraphs minimum, usually tending longer than that and rarely going shorter.

In more direct discussion, I am pretty open with this concept. Jh'sandra is a pansexual vert switch with a heavy dom lean. As I implied, she's got slaves and servants for any sort of desire she might have, and she loves to use them.

If you want a short-term scene, we can do a little scene of her playing with one of her servants or working a rival to gain a political advantage.

If you want a longer story, I tried to leave it open to play into two main hooks. Exploring drow politics, or her adventure searching for Renshimbok on the surface world.

Ideally, longer stories (though definitely smutty) will tend towards the narrative. I love a good story all the time, even if the smut isn't holding me all the way.

Anyways, I hope this finds you well, if you like the sound of this, feel free to reach out and let me know what your initial thoughts are!

Any messages along the lines of "hey" or "wanna rp" will be ignored. Put some effort in, and I will return it!