Do you ever find yourself in the mood to dominate and enslave an ethereal being who happens to have the power of clairvoyance and foresight, able to predict the outcome of any battle or decision as you conquer the known world? Well do I have the Roleplay for you!

I am in search of a literate partner to bring a dark fairy tale to life, with a large focus on story and romance and a heavy theme of Master/slave and D/s play. Imagine a filmy, dreamlike fantasy world where a misunderstood villainous emperor takes a sheltered and slightly ghostly woman into his possession, his obsession with her strange otherworldliness growing with every prediction that helps him win his war. Despite this starting off as noncon, it would more or less lean heavy into a Dominating romance, the sticky, sumptuous kind, full of harps playing discordant notes and silk textures and gasping breaths. Waxing poetic about their contrasts; Your character's hardness to mine’s softness, darkness to light. You get the idea.

Keywords are wet, dreamy, cosmic, trippy, gold

Kinks might include: water play (wet characters, white dresses clinging to curves, breath play (near drowning, waterboarding, etc), affectionate and possessive Doms, body worship, kissing, throat grabbing (which is a precursor to choking, also on this list), oral (both ways), rough sex, passionate love making, orgasm control (edging, forced orgasms, permission to cum, etc), collars, pet play, pain play, bondage, bodies dripping with things (cum, drool, water, etc), hair pulling, power imbalance, emotional villains, praise, sadists, and more

Limits are scat, animal, birth/pregnancy play, being dominant myself, and underage.

I’ve written a bit of a character intro/writing sample below, but I’m happy to discuss further here or on discord.

Helena stepped from the pool, gasping sweet air into her lungs as she let her head fall back, slicking her hair from her face as it fell in dripping waves of dark honey down her back. Her white chemise clung to her, dark nipples visible through the soaked fabric. An older woman, a priestess of the temple, stood at the edge of the pool waiting for her. “What did you see?” She asked in a worried voice. Helen’s eyes opened slowly, the normal blue irises still swimming with the colors of the nebula that gave her the knowledge, pinks and purples and stars in her eyes as she recalled her vision. “He is nearly here.”

She had seen him before. A dark shadow looming closer to the sheltered temple. The priestesses had told her nothing of the war, but she’d seen it herself, through the stars that haunted her mind. His forces moved through the continent like the strike of a viper, swift and effective, a venom that tore through defending forces like they were paper. Yet still the Eastern border resisted, their armies united against the invading force and their blasphemous God-Emperor. Somehow they held their ground, and it enraged the shadow. He sought a glimpse into their secrets, a sight that would show him the future, he sought an oracle.