Arguran is a lively place at this time of the year. Either you could find the people working hard near and in the river, tending to the crops, gathering fishing, working in the sun or have them hidden in the largest tent located right next to the local lord's palace. (Or rather what remained of it.)

The Ryatkai, as it was called stood for the main market where all of the goods were exchanged. It was the usual middle of the day, with Lapris squeezing through the packed alleys inside of Ryatkai, easily standing out from among his kin thanks to the loose silky robes he was wrapped up in.

White silk partially dyed in red, with two golden clasps over his shoulders which carried a thin scarf that was now hanging off his neck with just a handful of golden threads peeking out from beneath all that softness. He was clearly in a rush which was unexpected for someone whose father still ruled this place, allowing his one and only son to learn of his future duties as well as to laze around as much as he wanted.

Given the jiggle of the pouch strapped to his belt, holding the robes together it was clear he was currently after the latter, with his eyes taking in the foul and pleasant smells that reached his nose. The spices and sweat of the workers freshly gathered Zarian star-fruits, and the stench of the thing foreigners called cheese. Hundreds of little things and details, colors, and people.

But none of that was his destination. He could buy himself the trinkets brought from north or west any time. Now that he was finally an adult there was a different part of Ryatkai he wanted to explore. Especially due to what he heard from the guards and farmers alike whenever they mentioned harvesting season.

Once in a year opportunity, and only for those with the heaviest of purses. Gelrock's traveling Emporium a caravan equipped with slaves and goods of true quality.

Like always people loved to exaggerate about such things but part of him believed those stories nonetheless. Eating them up as fire raged in his loins and heart. Even now making Lapris carefully adjust his braid to let it hang over his shoulder as he ducks around the passing by carriers delivering goods to one of the stalls.

Soon the ringing and jingling of the coins faded just like the chatter between the locals. His destination is further at the end of the great tent with the air becoming colder by the clear lack of people in that area. Aside perhaps for a handful of men and women resting before their job. Even a place like this one had a "copy" of a red light district.

It only took a moment before some of the women varying in age recognized that soft face and golden blonde braid the son of the local Lord was so famous for, just to immediately get some energy in hopes of pleasuring the local lord's son for some good coin or perhaps even more.

Unlike before it was harder for him to simply look the other way. The area was just as mysterious as anything beyond the ruins of Khaldias's temple which was a landmark set by his father Lapris never crosses.

Yet, he moved on. Realizing he has reached his destination purely thanks to the rows of cages and a stage that was currently being built by workers and far larger and stronger collared slaves alike.

After all, he came early. With Gelrock himself still busy ensuring everything arrived and none of his men tried to have a go with the merchandise. Or that the larger and aggressive merchandise didn't do the same.

Not that he remained hidden for long. One of the few guards that were assigned by his father to guard the entrance to the auction due to the mutual profit gained from it approached Lapris with a formal bow.

"My Lord, did something happen?"

It made sense, no one wanted a fleeing or rampaging slave with the number of things Gelrock brought in these cages. Lapris had yet to see what the man had on sale, but so far it wasn't that spectacular as he heard from all of the conversations. But he couldn't deny, as far as it came to women. And even the rumored "Women with something extra." He could already see that few caught his eye even as they sat in their cages or worked on the stages in exchange for a better meal or given the moans he could hear in the distance-

A release.

"No, is this the rumored Gelrock's Emporium? I'd like to have a word with the owner."

That's where you can think of what type of character you want to play. Now. The story can go in many ways so you don't have to sit there and brainstorm possible ideas alone, you're more than welcome to message me with a character you have in mind, whether with or without backstory and we can go from there.

Would be fun to have a mix of story and smut in this, with maybe a romantic twist, but if you're in mood of playing as a dom etc. I was thinking of it being slice-of-life, but if you'd like to have some action, like say the place getting attacked or the two having to flee into the great world, I'm also open to brainstorm them with you. If you have ideas yourselves pitch me the alternative ideas you have and we'll see if it works out after discussing it a bit.

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, 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, mommy/big sis personality, 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.

I don't have much to say here really, if you like the prompt feel free to message me so we can sort out the details.

Have a good day.