The trumpeters blared their signal from the towers above as the Grand Procession of the Southern Elves walked down the paved roads of Etemino, the Ringed City. Flower petals were thrown into the air by crowds and citizens who lived above on the second and third floors of their home, watching the Grand Procession. In the middle of it all, through all the music and dancing was the first born of the royal family to the Southern Elves, next in line for the crown. Bathed in a beautiful color of pastel greens and lively pinks, with a crown of peach color flowers and green stems that decorated the top of their white flowing locks. The dress was revealing for the people of Etemino, but common amongst the Elves.

It was a delicate looking dress, with a mermaid tail train, the slits (decorated with jewels) around that went above above the thighs made it easier for the princess to move in, and it was painstakingly decorated with precious white gems that sparkled in the light. The bodice was thin sheer with flower motifs creating a mock V bodice and covering the chest and exposing the back. Attached at the base of her neck was a lace collar with curling petal designs and flowers, and it created a one piece with sheer sleeves and a sheer bodice, the silhouette clearly showing off the princess' hips. The elven bride looked around and waved to the people as banners waved and colorful scrapes of paper were dancing in the wind.

Further along was the Cathedral of the Ringed city, named simply as 'the cathedral' by the locals. It overlooked the large lake that was in the center of the city, giving the place its distinct round city layout plan. Dressed in dark blues and golds, with some silver and black embroidery for the coat of arms (a wolf chasing the sun) along the shoulder pads was a taller woman amongst the armored military guards that her country had sent out to act as her personal guards. This was the acting queen for the wolf people of the north. Tall in stature and physically strong almost indistinguishable from a human minus the height, there was a hint of shyness in her eyes as they heard the songs and jovial shouts getting closer. She was to marry the eldest of the Southern Elves, Milianra, or Mili for short as they had written to one another in letters for some time.

The Wolf-Queen adjusted her black gloves a bit, trying to keep from looking nervous as she stood there. She pretended to inspect her long raven feather cloak, picking at imaginary lint and debris, and readjusting the laces on her black boots. Her people for a time were bred for war, their animalistic transformations were a selling point for a time, be it for mercenary work, espionage, or other things that often required brute force. But times like that were gone. It was hard for this Wolf-Queen to relax, all she wanted to do was get the ceremony over with and drink. The wedding was nothing more than a flex of power between both sides, meeting here in a neutral city to commemorate the Peace of 100 Years between the two countries.

And yet, hearing the large ornate doors of the Cathedral creak and boom open with the royal procession of brass instruments, the Wolf-Queen felt her heart race. Mili was there, in such a dress, it reminded her of the sketch that Mili had drafted in one of their letters. 'She could've been an artist...' the Wolf-Queen remembered and felt a pang of regret, the dress was exactly to Mili's specifications down to the details on the train, it was a motif of their respective countries sun and mood gods. Yet Mili was there smiling, smiling at her specifically as the bride to be made her way up to the Wolf-Queen.

It was all a blur, all the Wolf-Queen could remember was taking Mili into her arms delicately, as if afraid to crush her, and kissed her lips, how soft the warm they felt. It was nothing like how she had pictured, it was different but all the more welcoming, and yet the great Wolf-Queen was scared.

"I will make it so you are never left wanting," the Wolf-Queen whispered into Mili's ear, careful not to knock the floral crown off off of her wife's head.

"Hush my sweet wolf," Mili whispered. "Let's just enjoy ourselves, it's our wedding after all. Drink and be merry for tonight. We have our whole lives to figure it all out."

Their first night together was memorable, albeit it brief. The Wolf-Queen had Mili melting in her arms with skilled fingers that pumped in and out of the elf's inner sanctum, a thumb brushing against the swollen clit that seemed to twitch as Mili's hips moved on their own. Mili was whispering her name over and over, and the Wolf-Queen wanted nothing more than to tear into her, consume her, but the Wolf-Queen gave pause. All she had known was war and the violence that came with it, and yet seeing Mili so enraptured with desire, it made the Wolf-Queen ache with terrible desire and she wanted to take her fill and then some of her bride, to claim her, mark her, to break her in such a way that would fill the Queen's desire and have Mili be hers and only hers.

The Wolf-Queen had to pull back her thoughts. Mili wasn't a woman, or a piece of meat, they weren't some war campaign. Mili was her wife, or partner? The Wolf-Queen had trouble remembering what elves considered themselves when it came to male or female. She knew she could be cruel and terrifying, and she didn't want to be around Mili, she wanted to be loving and sweet, she wanted to go back to being gentle and passionate. She wanted Mili to see her in a different light, but the queen was at a loss as to how.

"It's okay," Mili's voice broke the queen out of her thoughts, the wolf-queen's teeth had broken skin around her bride's neck...

It had been months since that first night and Mili found themselves sitting outside of their room, overlooking the gardens. Breakfast had been simple as usual, making the Queen blush with a compliment and watching her squirm in her seat trying to think of something to say back to Mili. Their hand touched the spot on their neck from that night, the marks had faded but not the feeling. Truth be told that Mili had loved it, but it was the pained expression of their Queen that made them pause, the two of them still had spoken about that night.

Someone had to break first.

Hey everyone! So this is a little different what what I usually write. In this I want someone to play the Wolf-Queen! Love is complicated for the two of them but it will blossom from it even if it might be a slow burn romance. Mili is an non-binary elf, and in their culture there isn't much of a gender policy, but they conform to the ideals of the other countries to make it easier for customs and social norms that arise. Mili is using the marriage to basically revoke claim to their kingdom and give it to their younger brother, also Mili just never wanted to be part of the crown. They're not very experienced when it comes to traditional roles like husband and wife stuff, so Mili has a habit of calling the Wolf-Queen their 'husband'.

These two newlyweds are back home at the Wolf Queen's country. It's a place that's got more mountains and a lot of trees a lot of snow and rain, the opposite of where Mili came from which is a place that has autumn for half a year.

I'm comfortable playing Mili a nonbinary/afab character.

I'm looking for someone to play the role of the Wolf-Queen. This is probably going to turn people away but the Wolf-Queen has to be futa. Also to clarify I mean she has both sexes, so a vagina and a cock.

There is a catch though, I'd like for there to be some smutty scenes with the Wolf-Queen in her werewolf form. Or maybe the Wolf-Queen only turns into her human form when outside of her Kingdom. Whatever the case, Mili has never seen that form so it'll be a surprise whenever they want to consummate this marriage.

Milianra description: An elf of short stature, standing at only 5'3 which is uncommon for their elven kind, but not unheard of sometimes. Their eyes are purple with flecks of yellow/gold in the middle. Their hair is as white as the face of a pale moon, and shimmers in the light sometimes mimicking the twinkle of the stars (it's a hereditary thing called 'the river of stars' that only the royal family has). Their skin is brown, their breasts are soft and around a B-C cup, somewhere in the middle (Mili binds sometimes which is something they didn't tell the Wolf-Queen about), with dark brown perky nipples. The carpet matches the drapes of course, but Mili keeps things trimmed down there. Their hips are as wide as their shoulders and they have a cute little perky bum. Mili is a more creative mind than militaristic or diplomatic, and they enjoy reading and sketching, along with reading terrible trashy novels and hanging out in the woods. spoiler alert: they're a virgin.

other important things

I only roleplay on reddit and multi-paragraphs are alright! We all have our good and bad days.

You have to enjoy world-building!! I love world building for these kinds of things and I'd like to have your input too since it's going to be a place our characters will be inhabiting! Also I hope you're okay with OOC stuff, sometimes I just feel like chatting and asking how you're doing.

Let me know if you have any ideas to incorporate into this roleplay. Please provide a description of your character.

Likes

sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, saying I love you, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, lesbian, futa, anthro, werewolf, creampies, strap-ons, tribbing, angst and tragic backstories, breeding

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

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