Setting: Medieval high fantasy. (Image of Queen Marika just used as reference, doesn’t have to be set in The Lands Between)

You - A Queen worshipped as a living deity.

Me - The war champion of your rival nation.

Our kingdoms have been at war for eight years, and at long last, and most decidedly, yours has won. It began with my people’s rebellion against yours. You sent emissaries to broker a peaceful acquisition of our people’s land, and we responded with fire and fury. Immediately my proud nation declared war, knowing well your people’s hunger for complete domination and ownership of our shared continent. For centuries we enjoyed a steady peace, but these last eight years have brought bloodshed and hatred between our nations.

Then one night, a battalion of your finest knights laid siege to our secret barracks, after a significant defeat. We were caught unaware and unguarded. In one fell swoop, my King, Queen and Prince were slain in the main square by your deadliest assassin. Some say it was the rival Queen herself, garbed in the darkness of the night sky. Rumours abound that you are in fact not of this mortal world, as you are so worshipped by your people. I fell to my knees when I saw them die, tears streaming down my face, as my brothers and sisters were slaughtered around me and shot dead. My body went limp, and as I keeled over, a swarm of your knights surrounded me, binding my legs and arms, a hood over my head. Surely now, I will die? Along with my nation’s independence.

When I wake, I’m being held in a dungeon, stripped of my armour, chained to a D ring on the wall. Twice a day guards visit me with food and water. A week later, a well dressed emissary informs me that my nation is being incorporated into your kingdom. The royal family is dead, the castles are being sacked and the capital has been invaded. My people are largely cooperating, though there are a few dissenting groups, still clinging to some delusion of rebellion. As it stands, I am the last living person of power left alive from my nation… and I know what comes next, though your representative delights in telling me of your depraved customs. We’ve heard tell of your victory celebrations, how you break the hearts and spirits of your victims. Yours is a hedonistic culture, one that runs at great odds to our more puritanical way of life.

“You will be stripped naked and will crawl on your hands and knees in the great cathedral for all to see. You will ascend the steps to your new Queen. You will keep your head bowed and you will kiss her perfect feet in reverence. You will declare your inferiority and your fealty to her. And you will offer your mouth for her pleasure. In front of all, you will bring your new Queen, the Great Goddess, orgasmic pleasure and be marked with her divine scent. This is your new devotion. You will be her slave.”

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Thank you for reading! This is a high fantasy concept about a captured champion who becomes the sexual slave of the Queen who conquered his kingdom, starting off with a ceremony of subjugation, swearing fealty to her and her kingdom by giving her oral sex in a cathedral in front of her subjects. Obviously I want to RP with someone who’s literate and interested in doing an involved role-play, ideally on Discord. Kinks include BDSM, bondage, CFNM, worship, slavery, flogging, torture, public sex, pegging, degradation, humiliation. I’ve intentionally left certain things vague, like your kingdom’s name, your name and description to encourage collaborative world building so please feel free to add stuff, but I like the idea of this contrast of my characters culture being very puritanical where yours is very hedonistic and even magical. I’d like to play in a world where you are worshipped as a Goddess, and very likely are one.

If you’re interested, please send me a message, or hit me up on chat if you prefer that. We can talk ideas out before moving this elsewhere.

-J