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My’lel Pt. 1 - Myriad Misgivings

I’m an elf, My’lel. Something I’m told rather often by fellow elves makes me different, better somehow. Unsurprisingly, elves several centuries my elders are the most likely to say this, though even those around my ripe young age of 40 (just reaching adulthood by elven standards) repeat the same.

As you may have guessed by my tone I’m more... skeptical. Of course, I’ve little experience to the contrary. Elves live in their walled off forests, whether those walls are literal or not, and I have only ever met a handful of non-elves. Most often these are foreign dignitaries met on uneasy terms as they encroach, brutally, upon our forests. Or so I’m told.

Why only dignitaries? Well I’m a Prince, meaning I’m far deeper behind the boundary of the forest than most and I live a life overburdened with the weight of expectation. My every move is managed by my royal parents and their court, maids following their orders to the letter. Hobbies I indulge such as my love for music are subject to their approval and my outfits follow a strict schedule as well. Despite it what I’ve known for most of my life I can feel how suffocating it is in stark contrast to the silks we elves typically wear. As such, I’m none too attached to this lifestyle. At court I’m aloof and daydreaming and in the last few years when I’m not being nagged by servants I’m finding ways to sneak out from the palace into the rest of the treetop city of Lymir to get up to some “peasant” fun— that particular descriptor being oft-deployed by my Father in the subsequent scolding as if I’m still a child. Romance, as well, is carefully planned and its spontaneity discouraged. As such I’ve only had a pair of innocent flings in my life, both quickly shut down upon their discovery.

Even so, even these sparse-yet-cherished outings have meant I’m not a clone of my uptight parents. I maintain a standoffish attitude towards my Father despite the trouble it tends to cause me, continuing to prefer the company of ‘low-brow’ elves from the townships surround the palace, enjoying discovering new companions, street games, and drinking games— even if those last ones tend to land me in R’qia tower for a week to ensure I don’t spend any more time imbibing. I’ve picked up bad habits thanks to these very good friends of mine from below (as my Father calls it), strange slang and swears which oft send a maid straight to report my misdeeds. I long for riding boots or something a bit more practical than the silks which are thrown out the instant a bit of dirt seems too stubborn to be gently wafted away into the air. A bow or even sword of my own instead of the promise that there are legions sworn to protect me. For these last few years I’ve hoped for a bit of adventure with no sign of it ever coming true.

Yet a glimmer of hope has popped up for me.

My’lel Pt. 2 - Momentous Move

A neighboring kingdom has seeded some of their land back to us since holding it for hundreds of years after intense diplomatic pressure— all very boring business frankly. But my hope comes in the form of me being moved there to rule it, some sort of rite of passage my parents say, a test of my ability to lead. Seeing as there are still non-elves (the exact nature of the kingdom which once held this area being something we can discuss) living there my Father is against re-absorbing this territory as part of his kingdom of Ilyia, decided instead to dub it the Principality of My’lel. Don’t even get me started on my feelings about being given charge of a region now bearing my name, suffice it to say it feels like the most pompous name-day gift imaginable. However, the sudden exposure to the rest of the world, all the kinds of people I’d never dreamed of (or heard about and pictured entirely wrong) is overwhelming. For one, I find the revelation of elves not to be the ‘paragon of dignified masculinity’ my father refers to them as rather… intriguing as other races seem to have a much more pronounced look to their male members.

Regardless, I arrive in the newly vacated castle at the heart of this land, a new staff of servants awaiting me along with an advisor hand-picked by my parents to keep an eye on me, and a long line of powerful locals eager to get on my good side or to put me in their pocket.

And already I find far too much on my plate.

One such person is Lady M, as she is known, the proprietor of a respected (as much as one can be) brothel often accepting surprisingly high-profile guests. She, my advisor is quick to tell me, is one to watch out for and someone my Father would be very pleased to hear I’ve driven out from here. You see, Elven society detests this sort of establishment to the point where none exist within our realms, something I’m sure she’s keenly aware of. Yet I’ve no feeling either way on them, so far. It seems natural enough after all.

Lady M’s quick to get in my ear, of course. Inviting me down, promising a rather lucrative arrangement could be made between us. In a private letter she reveals her desire to grant me a spot as a ‘guest of honor’ at such a brothel. Sure, this means she’ll make available her very best to me, but she also is audacious enough a woman to ask whether an ‘elf newly free from the confines of the forest’ (all too apt a description) might like a discrete position working for her, with final say over my partners and a tremendous sum of money to play with in stark contrast to the cuts she takes from her other employees. A… titillatingly bold proposal indeed.

Another figure to watch out for, I’m told, is Skal Keller (race TBD, we can discuss it!). The head of a mercenary band in these lands he has quite a hold over local dealings by offering protection to many in this region through his vast network, so much so that my advisor cautions me that it might be difficult to get the people of this region to accept my rule without dealing with him in some capacity.

Similarly to the last one to watch, Skal’s emissaries arrive only a few days into my residency, eager to set up a meeting between myself and Skal but less so to concede to practically any of my (or rather my advisor’s) requests. His first proposal is that we meet in his complex which I meet with a firm no. Eventually, we arrive at a neutral location in the form of a well-known local tavern with ample room to accommodate us privately and the willingness to close (for a fee) to facilitate this. One area we could not get him to budge was that the discussion itself must be in a room containing only the two of us, something my advisor protested greatly but I agreed to. Inside I’ll soon learn his terms are not in my favor: I can either submit to him and allow him to continue to operate freely, become openly hostile, or enter a ‘mutually beneficial partnership.’ I’ll surely have a court and he insists on having a formal place upon it.

At the same time my Father has sent a letter containing information about possible suitors he’s given his approval, mentioning I ought to be prepared to receive them on short notice should negotiations advance— negotiations which don’t involve me, of course.

Several days later I receive a letter from my Father mentioning that a suitor should be on there way— mentioning nothing about the individual besides their pedigree, leaving it up to me to discover whether they share his beliefs or might err closer to my own. Lucky for me it is not entirely decided, yet, and have been granted the ability to make a final decision on the matter. I do hope I end up liking them.

All the while maids and servants scurry about, even more nosey than those in Lymir by my estimation. Checking up on me regularly to see if I need anything or sometimes appearing unannounced and merely waiting to see whether I’ll speak to them at all, a gaggle of them appearing to dress me, undress me, bathe me, prepare my meals, some even chastising who I associate with as if they too were my advisor, on and on they encroach upon my independence, all the while invoking the name of the Head Maid. It’s very clear I’ll need to speak with her.

Before meeting her I’m unable to get a read on her motivation, sending everyone who works for her being all to eager to nudge me in this direction or that to the degree where I can hear my Father’s voice ringing in my head, orating about the place of a maid in a household, and how this is so very far beyond it. Or would he, given the way Lymir’s were the executor of his orders for me? I wonder if she might too be some agent of his, or perhaps expects to introduce me back to my Father as his spitting image for some promotion. But according to all those who work for her, ‘she merely wants what’s best for you.’ I just can’t tell whether there’s any truth to this.

Someone who my advisor very badly wants me to receive pleasantly is the head of the guard going simply by their nickname of ‘Mash,’ I assume at some point I’ll discover why (we can think of something together or you can surprise me ;P). These lands, unlike the lands of Ilyia patrolled by leagues of archers, are oft plagued by bandits, mercenaries hired by neighboring foes, and all manner of creatures. Generally, it’s customary for the commander of the castle to join in some of these combat endeavors and to share in the spoils! Surely some camaraderie with the troops wouldn’t hurt, my advisor argues.

The last individual whose story sticks out in my mind is the previous Sorcerer/Sorceress who occupied these walls. My advisor explained that for the years since my family’s ruling this region them and a member of their family each generation had trained the ruler of this castle’s family in the ways of magic. So attached to this post were they that they were the very last to leave before my entourage came to occupy it and they’ve even requested to take up this post once more. Unfortunately, beyond the nature of their employment my advisor knows very little about them outside of this, or what their magical practices entail.

But there are others too, people of all kinds venturing from far off to meet this member of elf royalty who has actually step outside from behind the guarded forests of my people. Frankly, I’ve never had this much at my fingertips before and my heart is practically beating out of my chest when I finally get to meet you.

Phew! That was a lot of setup to get us to where I’d like us to start from but hopefully you agree it was well worth it. Before returning to the matter of who you are, I’ll first elucidate a bit more regarding myself i.e. My’lel.

First, I’ll note I’m pansexual, a switch and vers (despite my largely submissive post history) so there are plenty of options.

As a Sub: My parents might have tried to shelter me growing up but I’ve nonetheless turned out compassionate to all those my royal family seems eager to turn away, bold, capable, bratty, and curt. They did succeed, however in instilling the great deal of pridefulness (in who I am, not merely that I’m an elf of royal blood) which is the root of that aforementioned brattiness, and they also succeeded in keeping me largely ignorant the outside world and matters of romance. Yet despite my newly found bluster I’ll discover once my libido gets the better of me I’m liable to melt in a capable dom’s grasp, all those dreams of being a confident, strong Elven leader not hiding away in the forest temporarily slipping behind the haze of pleasure. Something an experienced strong hand is wont to do. Once you finally meet this fabled prince might you get an itch to make him fall for you? To twist him around your finger? Might you have plans of your own for my Principality and slipping into my bedchamber is the most straightforward (or merely pleasurable) way to achieve them?

Some kinks that might work well here in my view are facesitting (receiving), cunnilingus (giving), public play, teasing (receiving), edging (receiving), sloppy blowjobs (giving), rimming (giving/receiving), anal training (receiving), anal (receiving), femdom, chastity (receiving), crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (giving or receiving), non-con/dub-con (as the victim), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, forced bi (as the victim), age gaps, feminization (receiving), interspecies partners, breeding or breeding talk, emasculation (receiving) humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving), cuckolding (as cuck), lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, frotting, strap-ons (wearing or receiving), being entirely nude or dressed up femme during sex, species play (i.e. Elf-centered talk, much to my parents’ sure chagrin yet titilating, new, and delightfully humiliating to me) and probably more!

I know that’s quite a lot and I even went to the trouble of specifying in what direction everything goes but I mean it when I say nothing is required! Quite a lot of these are covering the bases of different gendered partners. So long as the general theme of “breaking the sheltered prince’s shell” and/or “penetrating the prideful elf’s exterior” (heh) is involved, however otherwise vanilla, we should be able to have some fun!

As a Dom: Another option is of course that I wield this newfound power of mine confidently, finally stepping outside of the shadow of my parents and eager to be my own person rather than the latest in a long line of isolationist elves and even more excited to indulge those urges, merely romantic and otherwise, that have been so fervently discouraged. I’ll put a disclaimer that I won’t likely be a particularly cruel dom so if that’s what you’re hoping for you may want to look elsewhere, or take a look at option 3! Also, this doesn’t mean I’ll be retconning elves to be overall more masculine in appearance, akin to humans, and instead I will still be a rather androgynous top.

Kinks that apply better here for me are lingerie, stockings, clothed sex, receiving long blowjobs, giving or receiving rimming, giving facials, giving teasing, giving anal, gags collars and/or leashes on subs, giving forced orgasms, giving orgasm denial, age gaps, interspecies partners, cheating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, lots of cum, creampies, breeding, humiliation, foot play, spanking, and more! Same goes as above that nothing is required so long as the generally dynamic of submitting to this Prince suits you.

On equal footing, a Principality to ourselves: Maybe you’re a switch too? Were hoping this would be about you being the elf? Just want a fun fantasy RP partner? Are looking to GM? How about we travel about this corner of the world together, either as friends, a tentative alliance, or thrust together by forces beyond our control (Maybe the looming Empire to the North is itching to expand its territory into what seems an easy mark with an inexperienced ruler). We don’t even necessarily have to be sexual partners, instead our sexual encounters merely occurring in the vicinity of one another as we share control of partners. Let me know what you have in mind and we can cherry pick all sorts of kinks to potentially include on our journey!

Who Are You, Dear Reader?

Now for the all-important question: Who might you be? I’ve set up a few concrete characters and something resembling ‘quests’ for us to potentially pursue as jumping off points but you can just as well pitch something all your own to gobble up my attention. It may seem with this much going on that I’m keen on finding a GM to juggle all of this for me (which I wouldn’t say no to at least, we could probably narrow it down into something more manageable) but this is more designed for us to pick a direction and focus on it, trimming the fat so to speak. For example, should you like to explore the story of Lady M no, I won’t suddenly be preoccupied by the presence of my Father’s pick for who I should wed, unless you’d specifically like to include that as well, nor the various other figures I've described. Instead, that letter of his will simply never come.

Those that I’ve outlined would be Lady M or someone else who manages the affairs of her brothel or a ‘guest’ should I take up her offer, Skal Keller or one of his subordinates, a suitor sent by my Father, the Head Maid, Mash, the Sorcerer or Sorceress from this castle, or, again, whatever else you might think up for a fun character. Hell, perhaps you’d like to play this nosy advisor of mine!

The main takeaway here ought to merely be I very much want to hear your ideas! Whether it be one I’ve laid the groundwork of already or something your own. My biggest kinks are characters with personality and creative partners, equally eager to develop out whatever side of the story we choose to pursue. I’m pansexual and open to humans, fellow fantasy races, anthros, things that are more bestial, whatever! All I ask is you be a character, have quirks or at least kinks you’re canonically very into. This helps me to feel confident about writing My’lel’s (ergo my) feelings about such a character, and hopefully you about My’lel.

But What About Story?

For this prompt I’m looking generally feeling a fairly even 50/50 split between smut and story, though I think it lends itself rather well to being heavier on the story side depending on the route we choose. For example, should I end up working for Lady M things could skew rather far towards smut and I would have no complaints! And the opposite is welcome as well. Maybe I end up primarily embroiled in court dealings and politics with instead the occasional fling or steady partner to ease my mind in bed, perhaps even sleeping with political foes as all manner of tension builds between us, but primarily discussing matters of policy. It really does depend on what we decide to do and what seems reasonable given those parameters.

Also, I’ll say that while it may seem as though I’ve thought through this world a good bit in reality what you see is what you get. That’s not to say I don’t want to world-build, really the opposite! You won’t step on my toes by tossing in concepts, races, nations, cultural customs, magic, and anything else at home in a fantasy setting like this. I’ve left us a bit of wiggle room with My’lel being from an isolated state, meaning even large additions later on in the RP can logically be things he wouldn’t have heard about.

Addressing The Enby In The Room

My'lel is written primarily as a cis-male and I'm happy to play as such, though I'm equally happy to play out a 'journey of discovery' so to speak with him being an 'enby-to-be' instead. I don't really see him stumbling into that identity on his own given how I envision his Father-- yes I know this is ultimately arbitrary and set up by me but I can't help but end up feeling like these characters I cook up have particular circumstances of their own. Anyway, this is not by any means required and I've nothing against playing 'M' here. The title is more accurate to me than it is to My'lel.

I think I’ve written just about enough though, right? Should you be even more a masochist than I am though you can get to know a bit more about me in my DPP Profile before shooting over a message. And I am very eager to read your message!