A Little Background

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, until recently I’ve had 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.

Again, until recently.

Even so, 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 surrounding 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 into a frenzy, hurrying 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.

A New Post, A New Love

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, these verbal duels winding long into the night.

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.

And meet we did on many occasions, trysts away from prying eyes which would be quick to report back to my Father, trading coin where necessary to keep mouths tightly shut. Each time our meetings seem to grow longer, more passionate, more difficult to let end. And so I make arrangements for you to live at the Fyllian Palace with me-- just in time for my Father to begin to broach the subject of suitors.

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. While My'lel is a rather concrete character I'd prefer us discuss the details of who you are together. I want to create something both of us deeply enjoy rather than describing my greatest fantasy of who might play opposite My'lel-- that seems ultimately less interesting anyway.

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!

However, time for the unsexy 'limits' part of any post. A shame I even have to write this but anything illegal is absolutely off the table. No ifs ands or buts.

To quickly rattle of things that I’m not into: Unrealistic Proportions (This gets tricky with fantasy creatures and such but use your best judgement), Mascluine Feet, Slurs, Toilet Play, Heavy Bondage (mechanical contraptions, encasement, etc.), Vore, Death, Gore, My character power-bottoming (I’m really just atrocious at it, you don’t want it, trust me…), Reddit Chat, "Sissification" (my past self had no issue with this but I've come to loathe this terminology...)

Who Are You, Dear Reader?

Now for the all-important question: Who might you be? Well, whoever you like. A human simply enthralled with the elegant elf they saw stepping through the streets one nippy morning, falling into an eager romance? Someone whose powerful lusts could simply not be left unattended after you visited the Palace the first time? A would be burglar who stole my heart and body instead? A local I simply could not pass up?

Should you be drawing a blank I’ve set up a few concrete characters and something resembling ‘quests’ which I could share should that help, but you can just as well pitch something all your own to gobble up my attention. Truly whatever race, personality, and sexual proclivities you envision could work fantastically here so I'm eager to hear what you might have in mind. Should you have truly made your way through it please put your character's name and race in the subject line, or if you're undecided simply that you are undecided will work as well!

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. If I feel as though the person I'm writing opposite has turned out to be rather bland it becomes very difficult to wring out inspiration from our encounters and I don't mean this to disparage my writers whatsoever. I more presciently fear showing you a bad time should I be drawing a blank than you offering me a poor time.

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. Maybe I end up primarily embroiled in court dealings and politics, drama with my Father regarding our pairing, time only for the occasional fling to ease my mind in bed. Or I turn out to be rather neglectful once you move in with me, my advisor practically begging me to exit my quarters. 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!