They approached the gates in companionable silence, with cloaks drawn tight around their bodies, protecting them against the warm summer rain. There was no need to speak; both were instead alert for any sign of ambush or betrayal. The Marquis of Viedel was an "honorable" man and they knew their safety would be guaranteed once both of them would find themselves within the walls of his villa, but the rest of his city? They did not share his morals. Mercenary captains made poor enemies, but good assassination targets.

The guards at the gate turned to her at first. Most potential assassins would as well. She hardly blamed them; one would usually assume that the eight feet tall figure was the one in charge. It was Elroy who realized the benefit of having her for his lieutenant as soon as he taken command and elevated her immediately. She still halfway resented him for it. The promotion was an honor, sure, and certainly a pay raise, but she had no patience for politics and like all of her people, she led by example rather than words. Luckily for her, Elory handled that part.

He spoke briefly to the guards while she watched their backs. Guards stared at her uncomfortably for a moment but finally admitted the duo inside. Their wet cloaks were hung on pegs just before servants came forth and asked for their sheathed weapons. Elroy handed over his, and his lover threatened to personally pluck out the eyeballs of any man who would let his prized sword befall any harm. It was her present after all. She carried no weapons of her own because she needed none.

Her thighs were as thick as the waists of most women in this pretty, coastal "city"; her arms were equally intimidating. Like any of her species, she could rip a man's head from his shoulders without breaking a sweat. And as a shaman her body was adorned with tattoos and body paint swirling across her skin in dizzying patterns. Some of them had meaning and held power. Others were just put on to intimidate the city-folk. There were quite a lot of them; her only concession to human notions of decency was a pair of linen breeches cut just above her knees. In colder weather, she might've relented, but Viedel was all but tropical and reminded her of home. That said, she rarely wore boots either, travelling barefoot as she said, allowed her to reunite with the earth-mother. Her nipples were soft, on full display at the tip of her full bust. Naked women were hardly an uncommon sight on the streets of Viedel, but still the guardsmen stared. Elroy supposed her kin was probably a rarer visage. Not many of her kind cared to make the long journey from the Eastern continent. Nor was her kind fond of the ocean... a shame, for the realm of men was ripe with treasure for the taking. Just like the one they were coming to retrieve as their reward.

The Marquis's villa was a prime example, ostentatious with wealth. A servant approached with a basin of water and asked her very politely if he could wash her feet before gods forbid she would have reached the fine rugs further within. She caught his eye and when Elroy nodded, gave her consent and sat on a nearby bench as the servant carefully scrubbed her feet of filth before drying them with a soft towel, not daring to ever glance up at her face. Or get cut on her claws. It was all most amusing...almost as amusing as the sight of Elroy exchanging his boots for a pair of soft house-slippers. That seemed comically out of place with the rest of his leather and chainmail garb.

They didn't offer her a pair. Whlist Elroy doubted they even had any pair large enough. But she minded not in the slightest; those rugs were indeed soft. Tickling the soles and warming the toes, like whisps of grass, but smoother. It was eerily quiet inside the villa, only the swish of the servants' clothing and soft clicking of the beads in her braids announcing their progress through the halls. Eventually they reached the Marquis's study, where they were invited to take a seat and were informed that our host would be joining us hopefully soon.

"Nice place," Elroy say's once they're alone in the room, eyeing up the shelves. Scanning the gilded edges of some of the tomes. "It's comfortable. I could learn to like this city for a time. And I'm sure this Marquis can afford a bit more than the standard rate. If we opt to stay and work for him longer." He grins greedily, imagining all the fun they could get up to in a place like this. Most of it with her. Softskin girls were fun, but of all the softskin men she tried, Elroy was the only one who'd kept her interest longer than a night. She'd follow him to the end of the world if he asked, and he would to the same in turn as would most of their company. Honorable mercenaries were rare, but they were among them. Well, as honorable as their kind could be.

"Let's finish this quickly though. I want to celebrate with you," She adds, her eyes darkening with desire. The thought of a payday was an aphrodisiac like no other. It was no small part of what attracted him to her. And her to him.

Thanks for reading, basically I'm looking for someone to play the archetype of a strong, very tall, very curvy. Amazonian woman (Or futa) that's in relationship with my character. (Who doesn't have to be a human just chose the most basic one of the list cause I like the size difference ;y) RP would be a slice-of-life adventure. Between the two fucking like wild animals, exploring the frontier of the new world, doing missions and with all the coin they get, most likely getting up to more kinky fun. Overall it's a mix of looking for some casual fantasy world themed story (With potential to add more important plotline down the line if we want.) where we can explore a handful of kinks in this fantasy theme.

Whether our characters get into trouble down the line, lose someone important from the company and set out for revenge. Or even have an all out war with someone be it other colony or some natives from these new tropical lands, it's all up to us to decide.

Speaking of decisions, your character. I left it vague who and what she is. The measurments and description I provided is more of a...personal preferences, I know some people don't mind playing specific looking character when asked and others do prefer to play their OC's or handcrafted characters. I'm part of the former, so if you're also part of the former great, if not then just include how you envision your character.

With that said I guess I should list a handful of kinks of mine. I'm fine with most. I know that's not a huge help but here's a handful of favorites.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair (armpit/crotch), monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, facesitting, grinding, hotdogging, piercings, tattoos, bodypaint, worship, scars, addictive cum (not hypnotizing kind, just more of a satisfying type usually just for futa characters.) , foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, Herbos (Himbo but for futa/female character.), mommy/big sis personality, gentle giant, doting character paired up with someone sickly, ugly duckling trope, chubby but strong/big women/futas, fat cocks, big testicles, huge breasts, thick thighs, dark skinned/tanned characters, Foodplay (Kinda related to chubby characters and more extreme fetishes) -> (More extreme kinks from vore and toilet play are fine too but have to be discussed, and also aren't a must/needed to those against them. I'm into some of them and I'm indifferent to others.)

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Limits: Abuse, Underage, Cheating, Cuckold, ntr.

There's not much more to add, if you want more samples of my writing I can message you some, and you can take a look at my other prompts. :y