*I am 18 and all characters involved must be 18 * Also, I am only interested in playing this out with someone who was Identified Female At Birth. No judgment, but that is one of my strong limits. [TLDR: To avoid a fate worse than death, a noble elven sorceress must bind herself to my service as my magical shapeshifting familiar]

You were an elven noble of high station. I was a half-elf bastard child of one of the servants of your household, who's mixed parentage was a minor scandal at the time. Still, we were inseparable childhood friends. 

As we grew, we both showed a high degree of skill in magic and enchantments. Though as with so many things, it always came so much easier to you. So too did talents such as dancing and singing and all other things beautious and fair that would befit a noble maiden, while I found my ability to excel in my talents with blade and bow came to me through long rigerous hours of hard and often bruising training. 

Many a suitor longed for your attention and went away with heart crushed and testicals azured. When you did allow yourself to give in to the occasional dalliance, your partner would inevitably find him or her self with the bittersweet understanding that their one night of bliss was all they could ever hope to enjoy with you. I, however, was well aware that I could never hope for even that. For while I knew you on a more intimate though purely platonic level than they ever would, I was cursed to be forever friendzoned in your eyes. And while the elves would not fault our close friendship or even an occasional trist, my station and my parentage made me obviously not a suitable lifemate for you in their eyes.

So while you enjoyed the interplay and political drama of high society in both royal courts and perfumed bedchambers, I took to honing my skills in adventuring parties and tavern brothels.

Then it happened. Our elven enclave was attacked by Drow with demon minions. I was tasked with fighting on the front lines while you were defendimg the evacuation of the palace. You managed to get nearly everyone out alive and drive out the invaders back to the pit, but only by leaving yourself open to an attack on your very soul.

When the fightimg was over I found you, the only one left alive in the palace. You were mosty unharmed, physically anyway, but the fiends had laid a claim on your soul, and you knew they would come to collect at midnight during the next new moon when their powers would be strong enough to breach the dimensional barriers once more. You would have preferred to die rather than to let them claim you and I would have been willing to aid you in that, except it would have done nothing but let them claim you the moment your soul passed the veil.

I frantically worked on finding a way to break their claim, and eventually found a way to cheat them of it, but it would require you to give up much of your very identity. 

With you willingly subjecting yourself to this I cast a simple but powerful enchantment transforming you from an elf into a changeling. Altering both your body and mind (but not your memories), you could take on a new form both mentally and physically, and I could then bind you to me as my familiar. Thus transformed the demons would not be able to find you to claim you, and if we manage to keep them from finding you for the period of a century and a day, they will lose their claim on you forever.

The magic that transformed you is simple and powerful, but unstable. We must regularly transform you into a new form to keep you undetected. Often times we have very little choice or sometimess even no idea on what form you will assume. In addition, to maintain the bond that keeps you as my familiar and allows us us to keep this enchantment going, we must regularly engage in a lover's dance (have sex). 

We have since left the land of our birth and settled in the boarder frontier lands and taken up new identities. We must keep the truth of who we are and of your condition secret, lest the demons or their agents know where to find you. Only from sunset to sunrise on the night of the full moon can we allow the transformations to rest, at which point you can revert back to your original elven body and mind, with the demons blind to detecting you.

Drop me a DM or chat if you’re interested. I'd prefer to play this out on Discord as I find it has the absolute best tools to organize an enjoyable ERP.