“Ah perfect, welcome again Ser Koh…” a portly man dressed in fine green clothes lined with a deep yellow color was sifting through some papers on his desk, trying to find the latest assignment under this adventurer’s name. “You’re not expected until the ‘morrow.”

“I know Gustav, I wrote that myself,” the adventurer chuckled a bit, “I wasn’t sure if I was going to be running late again, so I gave myself an extra day.”

“You finally learned something, Black Mage,” Gustav the guild attendant couldn’t help but laugh. “It seems like you’re the only one here so far.”

“Oh? You mean I’m not going alone?”

“Believe me, I’m as surprised as you are. It must be some kind of dangerous work if the contents are unknown even to me,” Gustav said rubbing his chin. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. The man who put out the request will be here tomorrow. Your partner is expected to come in today.”

“In that case I’m headed to the tavern!”

“Please try not to dr-”

“Bye, Gustav!” the Black Mage headed out the door before he could say anything even remotely concerning about the Black Mage’s drinking.

Sulhelm was a fine place, and one that the Black Mage called Koh had made into their ‘home’. It was famed for its tacticians and the refined techniques of swordsmanship, which was why Koh had come here long ago to train. But, despite the training and decent handling something had drawn Koh to magic. It also helped that their silver horned specter doubled as a mace, and if need be they could pull out a short sword hidden within. Still having a small round shield was handy, Koh never could escape nor deny the training that Sulhelm knights received. With all that said and done, Koh found themselves looking up at the tavern’s welcoming signage and stepped inside.

It was lively for almost the end of week, musicians were performing before the evening and patrons were rowdy and singing. It was something that Koh loved to see, just people being happy and living their life in a carefree way. Koh picked a spot in the corner and sat down, flagged over one of the barmaids to give them a flagon of something sweet, it was some kind of mead. Unbeknownst to the Black Mage, someone had been staring.

He had seen her come in, a petite looking lass with silver white hair and cat ears of the same color that was such a contrast to her brown skin. The upper part of her hair was pulled back into a braid and the rest of the wavy locks spilled down just a little past her shoulders. Large round spectacles adorned her face and framed her blue eyes. Ashamedly he had to admit to himself that the opening of her dark blue woolen bliaud framed her chest nicely, and it didn’t help that the padded tunic was cut so short and cinched around the waist a faux leather binding. He could see the pleated white skirt that covered just a small section of her thighs, and the white thigh high thick stockings and white dress shoes. A long white fluffy tail snaked around his sight.

Yet what made him scratch his head was the specter and the shield she had put down at her table. He had grown used to seeing mages with long gowns and hooded cowls. She almost dressed like a noble, but it wasn’t that rare to see nobles carrying weapons without care or respect. Whatever the case he was here waiting for the next day, for a job he had signed up for that started in Sulhelm. The details were closely guarded, and it made the man wonder what exactly was going on. No matter, for now at least he could drink and enjoy his own solitude.

“I couldn’t help but notice you staring,” the man flinched and noticed the cat from earlier leaning against his table with a little grin. “For that, you have to dance with me.”

The sweet smell of mead hung on her breath, cheeks tinged with a blush as she giggled softly. He just sat there dumbfounded, how had she managed to sneak up on him like that? And why him of all people?

“C’mon on, Mister…” her black-leather fingerless gloves reached out and grabbed his own large hands and she pulled him out of his seat with some surprising strength. “By the twelve you are a tall one, or maybe I am just really small.”

She stood at his waist, and the moment was quickly sobering him up. He just wanted to leave, not dance. Still he had been staring and part of him felt like he had to at least repay her for his own rudeness. Something about the way her small hands felt in his larger ones gave him pause, when was the last time someone had grabbed at him like that? Or smiled at him? Fighting was almost all he knew.

“A mercenary being asked to dance by little ol’ me,” the woman giggled again and pulled out a single gold coin. “Here, one single gold coin. I want you to dance with me, and we’ll be even!”

“But I have a job tomorrow,” he didn’t want to take her coin.

“So do I, but I won’t tell if you won’t,” she winked at him, and for some reason that made him blush.

Just one dance wouldn’t hurt, right?

Hey everyone. I don’t mind running this as just a one-night stand kind of deal. Or we can expand on it and have it be a slow-burn romance with some plot. Big mercenary monster man with a petite catgirl, what could go wrong?

Koh is around 5 feet, and has a white tail, with white ears and hair. If someone were to look closely you could see the scar that runs from her left eyebrow and down to the right side of her nose (but that’s a death sentence to most). Her skin is brown with faint scars from her time as a knight in training. She’s got perky B cup breasts with dark brown nipples that are a little puffy and very sensitive. Her bliuad has long sleeves and the opening is in a V shape, just enough for some boob-window. Before you ask, Koh’s panties are white and yes if the wind blows even just a little you can see it! For whatever reason Koh likes dressing like that, maybe because mages in her mind are too modest. One embarrassing fact is that she has a bit of lovehandles. Other than that she has black round spectacles (jinkies) and is near-sighted. She’s a big of a goof-ball but means well.

alright so what am I looking for?
Originally I wanted to do this roleplay around the FFXIV universe but, honestly it fits just fine as a standard fantasy thing. I would prefer that my partner play as a male beast race of some kind. I love wolfmen and lionmen a lot. Or just some kind of like non-human thing that has a non-human cock. Also having a knot is a must, otherwise how do you know all that cum is gonna stay in place?
Dirty jokes aside, I’m looking for someone who loves worldbuilding or at least high fantasy stuff, and is okay with doing multi-paragraph responses. Generally I write around 6-8 paragraphs, so anyone that is okay with that is fine. It depends on the content usually. The more descriptive someone can be, the better.

Please note: 3rd person *only and please send me your character description (otherwise I won't respond). Ask questions and stuff too! I like collaborating.
Reddit PMs only.

Also I don't mind OOC stuff, I like getting to know my writing buddy.

Likes

sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, anthro, werewolf, monster men, angst, vampires, breeding (without the pregnancy), some dirty talk, vampires, demons, tit-fucking, aftercare, light spanking/biting/choking, good plot

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

pain, gore, vore, feet, bathroom things, blood, centaur, minotaur, anal