"I love you"

She whispers, so close to you her breath tickles your lips. Her voice quivers as her hand cups your groin, feeling you pulse in her palm. You look her over naked body against yours, glistening with sweat. Your ideal woman...

She's tall, enough to meet a six foot man at eye level, and skinny.. her full chest heaves with exertion, nipples hard. Tattoos adorn her shoulder, skulls and lavender designs are etched into the pale flesh. Her stomach is firm, flat, sweat trickles between her tense abs. Her underwear clings to bony hips, black lace hiding your ultimate prize. Your eyes pan back up to meet the emerald orbs that gaze back intently at you. Short, cheekbone length, black hair sticks to her face, sweat smeared make-up stains her eyes and cheeks from the vigorous activities that came prior to this very moment. You can still taste her on your lips, that black lipstick tastes like cherries. Oh, how you crave her and then, as if reading your mind, her grip tightens.

The room is dark, barely lit by the candles which flicker on their silver stands or the moon outside, and hot. The humid summer air, even with the windows wide open, stifled the loft, forcing deeper breaths from both parties. Books line the walls, and what wall space there was left was adorned with shelves presenting trinkets and oddities such as terrarium jars, antique weaponry and bones, bleached clean of course.. normally such a display would terrify you, maybe even intrigue you.. but you're far too preoccupied with the pretty, goth tomboy who's currently groping you so earnestly.

You first saw her in the library, cross legged upon an armchair in the upper balcony amongst the occult section. Her raven hair falling in fluffy waves over her face as she bent over a book regarding the long dead King Solomon. Her body was draped in a leather trench coat, though despite this you already knew her form was divine in nature. It wasn't until you saw that you realised she, too, was watching.. those emerald orbs looking up through finely groomed eyebrows, peering over the rim of circular reading glasses..

Though startled, her disturbed smile calmed you..

She was honest with you once you sat opposite her, asking your questions. She was a Witch, attending the city university. Her name was Lucille.

"A witch?" You remember scoffing. Her grin only widened, revealing sharp.. jagged.. teeth.

"Yes, a Witch.."

The book snaps shut in her lap and yet her hands did not move from their place on her knees.

"Would you like to see?"

Following her home, to a bookshop; You looked and you saw.. and you were terrified..

Hello, my loves!

Today I'm interested in playing out this little scenario I just cooked up, specially for you ;) I, of course, will be playing dearest Lucille; book shop owner, loft dweller, and Witch. Despite a complex here and there.. and her severe parental issues, she's a lovely individual who definitely won't attempt to sacrifice you to an eldritch non-being in exchange for other-worldly power. Pffftt who'd ever think that?!

I plan on this being a very unhealthy relationship to begin with, almost abusive but not so much physical. Much more psychological. Lucille is manipulative, selfish, broken.. it is your task today to wade through her childhood trauma, survive the vile creature she turned into, and save her from true Damnation.

As for theme, I'm looking for something Lovecraftian in nature. Lots of magic, demons and other other-worldly creatures, intrigue and violence... just without all the racism ;)

I would like this to be a bit of a slow burn too, if you hadn't already gathered so no - this is not a porno scene. This is art.

You can play whomever you wish! An older man, perhaps a professor who'd taken a liking to her that is now simply in too deep? A classmate about her age at 20-22? The librarian maybe? Or maybe you're simply a stranger, a lover of books who happens to notice the young woman with her messy self-cropped hair in your favourite spot. It's entirely up to you 🖤

I'm hoping for a fair and balanced look at the story, a nice ratio of 60:40 (story : smut) but rest assured that is a BIG 40%. I do plan on getting off once or twice ... or thrice, after all ;)

Come, then Nerevar, friend or traitor come.

Message me via chat, if you don't mind? I find it best for filtering my chats but PMs are fine also. I roleplay whereever also but I find Discord is best in terms of format and accessibility for skilled writers such as you and I ~

Upon messaging me, please include the sentence that is in italics so I know you fully read my post (specifically the one that's completely and utterly unrelated to anything else in the post). Include a little hello and who you're looking to play opposite the goth-cowgirl hybrid that is Lucille, (and maybe your kinks ;))

🖤MUAH🖤

Don't dare be shy!