Thalassa gazed out into the city of Cythomnos from the balcony of her palatial home, eyeing the lands that she had conquered all by herself. The entire city and the surrounding countryside was under her direct command, but even despite all the might she had surmounted, the tyrant felt lonely in this world, with no allies in sight. Her city-state, located north of the Parnassos mountain, was surrounded by enemies. Thalassa felt like the entire world was against her; from the deserts of Assyria, to the coast of Syrakusa, it seemed as if everyone wanted to topple her government, wanting her to regress back to ways things were before in her city, to the patriarchal system that was in place before she had taken over. She was encircled by ever growing numbers of soldiers, and even if nobody was yet to declare war against her government, Thalassa could sense the smell of war in the air. She wasn’t just being paranoid, the city-states around her had truly begun to grow their armies, ramping up conscription and sharpening their spears in anticipation of a larger future conflict. It wasn’t going to be a one-on-one clash like before, no, it felt like she was going to be attacked from all angles sooner or later. Even if Thalassa had successfully subjugated many of her neighboring cities, having multiple sides fighting against her at the same time would be a disaster for her regime.

Sadly for her enemies though, Cythomnos was also armed to the teeth, being spiritually closer to a roaring lion instead of a frightened turtle when faced with opposition. The Matriarch of Cythomnos was not the kind of woman who would surrender without a fight. Ever since Thalassa had stolen all the power to herself through a coup d’etat, matriarchy had become the status quo inside the walls of the city. In the army that she commanded, men had been relieved from their duties, being sent to rather take care of the homes of the women that had replaced them on the battlefields. Thalassa had found women to be fierce soldiers, even more fiercer than men were, and it had shown in a number of conflicts her country had taken part in. The tyrant had also found the women to excel in art and trade, vastly improving the cultural and monetary influence of what was once a weak, unimportant and desolate city. It seemed that switching the gender roles around in the Cythomnian society had been the right choice to make. Thalassa had only found only two purposes for men in the matriarchy; Taking care of the homes of the Cythomnian women, and cunnilingus.

And gods, did Thalassa love the latter ability that men had in her ideal society. She had an entire division of men who she used for merely that purpose, their tongues being put to work for only her pleasure, before being discarded at the moment she had enough of them. Any sign of arousal from any of the males was often enough to get them killed, as Thalassa could only accept that from one of her many female lovers. Her bisexuality wasn’t a secret, and instead, that part about her identity was celebrated more often than not. She had found herself to be fascinated by the female body and gender, wishing to explore and experiment on it, seeing the feminine gender as a canvas for her sexual desires. Still, no matter what was the gender of her companionship in bed, Thalassa was always a selfish and dominant lover, wanting to have all the attention and control only to herself, even if there was a lot more on the menu than just cunnilingus when she was in bed with another woman. She wasn’t a committed lover either, more often having a new woman in bed with her every new night, having a rotating roster of fresh muses to inspire her to keep going. Sex was what Thalassa was passionate about, not who she had it with. The dripping sweat, the shared warmth, her lightly tanned body pressed against another woman; that was what the Matriarch truly loved. She was purely hedonistic as a leader and a lover.

Even if the city appeared to be flourishing, and her sex life was blooming, she felt like she was living on top of a card house, seeming as if she would even dare to take her eyes away from the city even for a second, the ground would collapse below her, and the pillars of society would tumble over all at once…

”Enough!” Thalassa thought to herself. She was a warrior, someone who forged their path alone if that was necessary. She had a loyal army consisting of the finest women of Cythomnos and from the lands she had subjected. Thalassa knew there was so much more yet to be conquered. She wouldn’t allow herself to live on the defensive like this anymore, being afraid about her neighboring cities’ invasions. Stability could only come through conquest, Thalassa thought to herself. She was determined to conquer in both her love life and on the battlefields, with her failing to see the vicious cycle she was putting herself in. Thalassa’s solution to everything was to be aggressive and domineering, while things like peace and serenity were the solution of the weak in her mind.

As a small gust of wind ruffled her black hair, Thalassa chose to march back inside her palace, with the golden ornaments in her hair flowing against the wind, and her decorated shoulder armor swaying from side to side. She was in her usual outfit, consisting of the two aforementioned pieces, and a gold-coated headband, a white dress and a yellow cape. The more gold, the better, she thought. She even had golden bracelets covering her wrists, and an ornate sword in her scabbard.

”My matriarch,” a voice could be heard as Thalassa entered the throne room of her palace from the balcony. Even if Thalassa was not a queen, instead having the title of “Matriarch” and loosely following the principles of a republic as opposed to a monarchy, it was unmistakable that the largest, most lavishly decorated room in her entire palace was still more or less a throne room. Turning her gaze towards the doorway of the room, she nods at the messenger that had arrived there whilst she had been overseeing her country. ”There has been a message sent to you, my matriarch,” the messenger continues, being as formal as possible around her ruler even if it would mean repeating herself. Thalassa was a completely arbitrary leader, and one wrong move around her could spell danger.

Who is the message from? An ordinary woman from the city? One of Thalassa’s many lovers wanting to be more than just a lay for the tyrant? Or perhaps from a neighboring city-state’s female ruler, surprisingly wishing to establish an alliance with the feared Matriarch that could develop into something more sexual over time?

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Hey, and thanks for choosing to read my prompt! Today, I’d be interested in exploring a scenario that’s loosely based loosely around the timeframe of Classical and Archaic Greece, where I’d play as Thalassa, a borderline nymphomaniac and arbitrary tyrant! (...who also may or may not be somewhat inspired by Cleopatra…)

Now, I chose to leave the prompt open at the end, but one can probably guess what would be my preferred path to continue; the last of the bunch. I’d honestly prefer if my partner could write as another female leader of another city-state in the same area, with the two rulers forming an alliance and perhaps going on a series of conquests against the patriarchal states of the region, whilst their love could start to blossom at the same time. I would really wish to world-build this scenario rather extensively! I’m a total sucker for including historical themes and political alliances in my roleplays! Kink-wise, female dominance is the name of the game, albeit from a slightly different standpoint than usual. Facesitting is also something that I’d wish to include. I’d see Thalassa as a dominant character, albeit she could slowly develop towards a more balanced, accommodating character throughout the roleplay.

Anyways, I’d prefer to write in third person, past tense, and with a literate roleplayer. Discord is my preferred medium. If you found this prompt interesting, don’t be shy about shooting me a message! :)