Today I am looking for a gender-flipped Beauty and the Beast type love story. My ideal body to play as would resemble the Charr from Guild Wars 2 or a female version of Beast from the animated movie. (I can negotiate on this.) I would like for you to play an ordinary human man. He doesn't have to be anything like Belle, and we don't have to follow the plot of that movie. I'm only using that as inspiration for the general premise.

Although my character will be physically monstrous, I'm not looking for extreme kinks. I want to explore sweet, intimate sex and everything else that comes with love... Flirting, extended foreplay, body rubs, kissing, lots of romantic scenes and character growth.

My ideal type of guy for you to play is a wiry older man, but really what matters most to me is that you're playing a realistically proportioned man at least 25 years or older, not Chad Thundercock with an 8 inch dick. Realistic personality flaws are nice, too.

The most important thing I look for in a partner is descriptive writing. I love it when my partner and I can take turns painting a picture of the characters and the backdrop. White room syndrome will be a deal breaker for me. (Please send a writing sample if you have nothing in your post history.)

I also prefer partners who like to reply more than once a day. 2-3 replies a day would be nice, although I can sometimes do much more than that if the conditions are right.

I love fantastic settings, (the more dissimilar from modern Earth, the better) but I also need the setting to feel logically grounded. Floaty high fantasy elements repel me quite a bit. An ordinary sword slicing through steel is an example of the kind of thing I hate most in fantasy settings. In other words, verisimilitude matters to me a lot.

Favorite Kinks: Blowjobs, romantic intimacy, gentle sex, my character being shy or sexually inexperienced, being stronger and larger than my partner, cuddling, teats instead of breasts, impregnation/pregnancy, love bites, foot/paw rubs

Limits: Very rough sex, intense pain, excessive fluids

I also have some D/s related kinks, but these aren't requirements for me. I'm more interested in the vanilla romance but I'd work these in if you have similar kinks.

My kinks as a sub: sexual servitude, gentle rape, noncon, orgasm denial, discipline, blackmail, kind but stern doms

My kinks as a dom: orgasm denial, chastity cages

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An Optional Prompt:

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The runner in the hall was faded and stiffened with age, and the plaster on the walls had spent years gradually crumbling away to reveal patches of gray stone underneath. Plaster dust littered the floor, along with little scraps of shredded upholstery, the occasional smashed apart chair, and random personal items – a comb, a button, a length of sun-bleached ribbon. Mixed in with all of this debris were shards of glass that glittered wherever shafts of moonlight fell across the floor.

Double lancet windows with elaborate stone tracery lined the outer wall. The corridor might have been very musty if not for the chill night air wafting in from several broken panes. Dust caked the remaining windows that had not been smashed.

Broad paws followed the same old threadbare tracks they had worn into the carpet over many years. If the monster those paws belonged to were to stand at full height, her ribbed, curving ram's horns would almost scrape the ceiling, but she moved instead with a stooped hunchbacked posture thanks to the peculiarities of her anatomy. First was a thick forward-projecting neck that grew out of brawny shoulders. Second were legs bent like those of a dog, with haunches and calves visibly muscular even under dense brown fur. The bends in her legs made them seem shorter and her arms longer in comparison. Her knuckles were close to the floor, and indeed it was just as easy for her to switch to a four-legged gait as it was to walk upright. A thick tail acted as a counterweight, swishing slow and sinuous behind her.

The beast shouldered her way out onto a balcony, dipping her head to fit under the door frame. The door itself was a ruin of deeply scarred wood and rusted iron. It could no longer close properly and was left instead to bang about on windy days.

The beast's face was a grotesque mishmash of animal features: the square muzzle of a big cat or hyena, the jutting tusks of a wild hog, the velvet ears of a doe, a hairy ruff darker than the rest of her fur. It was not even obvious that this was a female creature at first glance, for her breasts were only small doughy lumps that hung from bulging pectorals, all their weight gathered at the bottoms. More teat than breast. She wore shabby breeches and a tunic that left little to the imagination thanks to multiple tears and a wide collar that was totally unlaced down the front, so that it laid wide open.

This clothing was the only remaining hint that the beast might be more than a mindless brute. She gazed out on her world with cold, unfeeling, unintelligent animal eyes – wolves' eyes, with round pupils and dull gold irises. The whites were hardly visible. Those eyes were the reason every mirror, every reflective surface in the castle had long ago been smashed to pieces.

Approaching the balustrade, the beast gazed out over her entire world. The broken statues in the courtyard, wildly overgrown gardens that melded with a thick dark forest, and beyond that – so far in the distance that it was only a smudge on a hill – the village, and beyond that the black swath of the sea. Or she might see this, in daylight on a clear day. Now she could only see indistinct black forms. She could hear only her own gentle huffing breaths. The ghost of them hung in the air before quickly dissipating.

But no, something else. A snap. Thudding hooves. Her ears twitched and she tilted her head, animal eyes widening in astonishment as a horse and rider barreled out of the forest to gallop across the field bordering the estate. She leant forward with a clawed hand on the balustrade to watch the rider approach the castle. She could hear the horse snorting and a man's voice soothing the upset animal, his words bouncing off stone walls and stone statuary. The horse crunched through inches of packed down leaf litter that had not been cleared from the grounds in years.

Rage washed over her. Her lips peeled back in a silent snarl, baring sharp yellow teeth.

Quietly, the monster stepped back into the shadows of the hall.