Even within the depths of our most heated hatred, sometimes we may find the ability to forgive, and in forgiving, find a love that is all consuming. ~Argust Evenstern, The Hero of Talmsdale.

I loved once. A love so complete and total that my very soul still shudders at the thought of how all consuming it had been. But the strength of that love is not the point upon which I muse within this writing, rather it is the subject of that love that ended up being the most surprising to both myself as well as her. There was a time past, where upon I was considered the Hero of Talmsdale, a region deep within the lands of the Korakul lands, east of the Midden Sea. Talmsdale’s king was a noble man, his daughters, beauties all three. He was a good king, the kind that happens only once in several generations, one that looked after his people, cared about their wellbeing and actually acted like a head of state rather than a tyrannical overlord. His daughters were good women, beautiful and full of life and energy, and happy to assist their people as well. A kingdom that one would think had little worries. Their rulers cared, their army was the largest in the lands, and their economy was far ahead of its closest neighbor.

However, in the summer of the nineteenth year after the Solstice Burn, a darkness crept into the land, moving at so slow a pace that it was not seen for the threat it was until it was far too late. At its heart lay the Demon Lord and his daughter, bent on the destruction of Talmsdale and all who resided within the lands. For what reason…well, perhaps I may cover that later within this tome, but for now their motives are unimportant to the current musing. The Demon Lord’s daughter, however, she is indeed important to this musing, for it is she who won my heart, and it is to she that I shall forever be indebted for showing me what can become of one’s soul when hatred is set aside and love is allowed to blossom. The most unlikeliest of partners, in the most unlikeliest of places, at the most unlikeliest of times. My most hated enemy became the very reason my heart beat every day.

But of course, it did not start out that way. Oh no, at the beginning, we hated each other with a passion. For I was the Hero of Talmsdale, slayer of her father The Demon Lord and his minions. A lowly knight in the employ of the king, a knight who rose to bear the mantle of Hero. And her sworn enemy. However, the attraction we both felt for one another instantly was the thing that epic love poems are written about.

Please, grab a hot cup of tea as you continue to peruse my tome of memories, and let me regale you with how this turn of events came to be. It all started with the day of The Demon Lord’s defeat…

Argusts’ sword tip slipped to the ground, his arms weary from hours of fighting, the blade now holding weight much more than the enchanted steel that made up its blade. Cheers erupted around the throne room of the Demon’s Lord’s castle as the intense fighting, and along with it, the two years of campaign against horrible evil came to an end with the single slice of an enchanted sword.

“You’ve done it lad.” A grizzled voice said from behind him as a large hand settled upon Argusts’ shoulder. “You’ve struck down the very face of evil that has haunted the kingdom for years.” Argust turned to look up at the speaker, a giant of a man, his beard covered with sweat and the blood of his enemies. The smile that broke the man’s face was a contrast to the weariness that settled within the mans eyes.

“Not alone, Hroven.” Argust said as he clasped the other mans large hand. “Not alone.” Argust turned back to stare down upon the body of the fallen Demon Lord, a rather handsome man whose age was almost completely indiscernible. Hroven gave his shoulder a squeeze before turning and walking back out of the main hall with the others, all ready to celebrate this glorious victory, and all remarking how they were there the day that the Hero Argust cut down the evil Demon Lord with his magical blade.

Argust could not move. He shifted his hand upon the pommel of his weapon, staring down at the corpse of his enemy, wondering why it was that he did not share in their joy and excitement. Surely striking down the Demon Lord was something to celebrate. The many innocents that had died at his hands, and all of Argust’s sworn knightly brothers and the soldiers who fought alongside them, all who had lost their lives for some evil madman’s corrupted and maniacal plans to rule the world.

But there was a heaviness in his heart, one that was tired of the killing, of the slaughter. He had shed more blood in the past two years than entire wars had shed in times before. He didn’t want to steal anyone’s future from them ever again.

With the slightest movement of his hand, the magical sword Elienesvyl clattered to the floor with a musical clang. It had served him well, and saved his life on more occasions than he could ever count, but he was just done with the slaughter, done with the killing. He made the decision on the spot to retire from his Knightly Order and live out his life in peace on a farm somewhere. Never to take a life if he could help it, ever again.

Argust could still hear the celebration outside the grand throne room. People cheering, some fucking in the hallways, just glad to be alive, others looting anything they could get their hands on. But beyond all that he heard something else. Was it a whisper, or a sob? He wasn’t really sure, but as he closed his eyes and concentrated on it, eventually he realized that the sound was coming from the throne itself.

His muscles weary and his body and mind exhausted, he made his way slowly over to the gigantic Onyx throne. It was actually quite exquisite and beautiful. The skylight cut into the ceiling above let the sun shine down and sparkle and deflect upon the uneven surfaces of the pure black, shiny symbol of rulership. As he got nearer, the sound was ever so slightly more discernable, and he realized as he placed his hand upon the arm of the throne that it was coming from within the throne itself. He set his ear to the surface, and sure enough he heard the sound more clearly.

His curiosity was piqued, and ignoring the possibility that this was some trap set within the throne to do harm in case anyone touched the large structure without permission, he began running his hands along the surface. He stripped his gloves off to let his bare fingers run over the surface in case it was something small, and a moment later he found a small knobby button near the back of the armrest. Without regard to his own safety, he pressed it, and watched as the back of the throne retreated into the floor as silently as if a small gust of wind had blown through his hair.

The first thing he noticed was that The Demon Lords’ daughter was sitting rather cramped within the confines of the what seemed to be a hollow throne. The second thing he noticed was that she was the most strikingly beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and his face flushed red beneath the blood and grime covering it. But that was impossible! For before him was one of his most hated enemies in the entire world.

His hand slipped to the empty scabbard at his hip, realizing that he left his magical sword on the floor, and quickly moved it to the handle of his dagger. Yet he could not find the strength or energy to draw it and strike down this beautiful creature. He was done with killing. And to destroy something so beautiful would be a sin to the Gods themselves.

“Fuck, I can’t think like that.” He grumbled aloud as his hands covered his face. How could he let her live? After all that her, her father and their armies did to the world. How could he let her be free of the punishment for that. But as his eyes met hers once more, he couldn’t do it, he simply couldn’t kill her. The attraction was something akin to a lightning strike. Every curve a work of art, her face a masterpiece that could never be caught with the likeness of a painting, even by the most famed artist in the land. She was, in his opinion, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon.

A strand of his dark brown hair fell into his eye and he blew it out of the way as he contemplated the situation. The cheers in the hallway outside made him realize that if even a single other person saw her, she would be dead in moments. The entire army would come rushing through the doors once more to make sure that she was killed alongside her father. But Argust, for all his sins, was tired of the killing.

“You must listen to me now,” He said quietly yet sternly as he met her eyes. God those eyes, he could stare into them until the seas dried up and the moons all floated away. “I-I-If…” he was losing his train of thought. This evil being must have cast a spell upon him, for he was so enamored that he felt as if he would throw his body in front of any sword that dared attempt to pierce her salacious skin. Argust forced his eyes closed, squeezing them shut as he forced the words from his mouth.

“If the others find you here, they will kill you.” He blurt out, not quite the Hero and leader of armies in that moment. “We need to get you away from here quickly.” And with that, and no other warning, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from her hiding place. He ran for the back corridor, knowing the others were all spread throughout the castle, dragging the woman behind him as he slipped into the darkness of the back corridor and stoped to take in the several ways to go.

“Is there a back way out of the castle that nobody knows about?” He asked, turning to face her once more, and dreading making eye contact with her again. His knees went weak to see her standing there, her arm attached to his at the wrist where he had grabbed her, her eyes looking into his. What was wrong with him? This was his enemy, one of the very reasons he had led an army to the gates of this castle.

“Please,” He continued, “I only wish to get you away from here. I am done with the killing. It is time that this world knew peace, and it starts right now, right here. With us.” Somehow those words felt so world changing to him. ‘With us.’ As if they were an ‘us.’ He hated this woman for all that she had put the kingdom through, and yet, he had never felt so strongly connected to someone in his entire life.

Gods help him. But he understood at once, that this was love at first sight.

Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read through my prompt. I have always been a fan of the opposites attract theory, as well as a hopeless romantic. I also enjoy a good bit of fantasy. Thus, this prompt was born.

I am hoping to maybe find someone who likes story as much as smut. I really want to see these two make their way across a land we create as we write, hiding their identities as they attempt to escape into anonymity. However, I am sure that their true identities will come to the forefront more often than they would like. But in truth, I want to explore this dichotomy and what happens when love is irrepressible, even when you are enemies, and an attraction is so strong that even at their best they cannot deny it.

I leave the race and description of your character completely up to you, I only ask that you have at least one arm, since in the story He grabbed her by the wrist. Hehe. Oh, and have eyes! That part was in there too. I hope that wasn’t too overly descriptive of me. Bonus points if you are willing to go Dark Elf. I have a weak spot for Elves, and Dark Elves in particular, but it isn’t necessary at all.

About me: Well, I try to write as often as I can, but understand before we start that I see this as a long term endeavor. I do not expect a reply every day, and I cannot promise a reply every day. There may even be a few days between prompts. Thus, longer replies are preferred. I will likely not send less than a few paragraphs with each reply myself.

Kinks that I like: Falling in love against all odds, be warned that I love a good size difference, so my characters tend to be really well hung and I know some prefer something more realistic.(This also plays into liking shorter partners) But hey this is fantasy! Let me fantasize! Age gaps are fun, but on the more mature side, like 40/20 or 50/25. This might even play into the opposites attract kink as well. But Age Gaps are not necessary, just a kink. Being Knightly to a woman, a woman being naughty towards me while I am trying to be knightly. Public sex with the risk of being caught. This includes clothed sex where we could get caught. I do like a good bust size on a woman, and I find a low cut bosom revealing dress is a major teasing turn-on. Risk of pregnancy is always fun too. I love teasing and being teased at inappropriate times, although perhaps this is more hold the moan type of thing. I am also open to most kinks, so feel free to ask, and at worst I will simply tell you that I would prefer not to play that.

Limits: Let’s keep it legal, let’s leave the bathroom stuff in the bathroom, and eating people and extreme gory violence is not my cup of tea.

I do not need all kinks to be included, so feel free to kick a few out if you wish, and I am happy to add any that would make the story more appealing to you as well.

I do ask that you are willing to start your reply off from when Argust opens the back of the throne. Or maybe a little earlier if you wish to include some backstory for your character and maybe why she was in there. Although we can discuss first before the first reply to iron anything out you may wish.

This is a long prompt, and I am asking for some lovely lady to spend the next few months or more writing a long, beautiful, sexy story with me. So, I do not know if I will get any replies. With that said, thank you for taking the time to read this, whoever you are, as I think you are beautiful just for doing that much!