The Forfeiture Of Strength

'Ah!' I yelp, the man's hands simultaneously tightening around my wrists and pinning me to the bed. His girth prods at my insides with each powerful pump of his hips, churning me beneath him and rattling the rickety tavern bed we find ourselves in.

"That... mage." He utters as if the word were poison to him. "Sucking up all the glory for themselves, leaving us standing there on the field with our cocks in our hands. Unf!" He finishes his sentence with a particularly exuberant thrust, clearly excited to have his cock somewhere other than in his hands.

A loud thud breaks my focus-- the sword he'd leaned against the bed upon our arrival here had shifted thanks to our activities and slammed against the wooden floor, just in time for my toes to curl as I'm certain I can feel him starting to leak inside me. "I hope I'll get to take them on some day... Prove what.. Gff! Mmm.. a warrior ought to be... Goddess!" He cries and slams into me, his swollen orbs twitching against my pale flesh as he empties himself.

"Ah... good girl..." The man coos and I sink into the bed blissfully, his lips planting a kiss in my hair. "They couldn't have been much taller than you, hardly someone made for fighting." His demeanor softens somewhat as he's gotten his fill, tugging up his trousers and slipping down from the bed to collect his blade. "I'll send you up an ale, love."

With that he swings the door open to renew the sound of songs and laughter, cheers and protestful groans from the beer-hall below, the main attraction of the inn after a well-fought battle, and I'm left alone with my thoughts as the door swings closed again. My thoughts and the sensation of his seed churning about my insides while a red-heat remains in my cheeks.

Sitting up, I snap and cleanse myself of it at once with a series of sparks from my fingertips, holding out my hand afterwards as my faithful staff appears out of a void suspended in the air.

Gone and given yourself up to another oaf talking down to you, hm? Probably thinks all magic-wielders are despicable, the sensible side of myself protests. Yet I'm practically giddy, sexually satisfied and ready to tidy myself up and set upon the road to the next town.

Who knows what, or who might be there.

'Tyliel Blackfyre,' they call me. Oh yes very spooky, deliberating conjuring images of my sihlouette in front of a raging inferno. Sigh. Nevermind that it's not really my last name-- nor do I really have a last name.

To make a long story short, a half-elf orphan was taken in by a gaggle of whimsical witches who decided it'd be amusing to teach the stray what they knew. Once they grew tired of that game, years down the line, they kicked me out. So I searched for work and discovered that proficiency in magic fetches a high price.

Skirmishes with other nations in need of soldiers to tip the scales, bands of adventurers eager to delve into a keep untouched for hundreds of years and wary of magic left behind by prior occupents, noblemen and women in search of arcane advice-- soon enough I had acquired quite a reputation. 'A figure none hoped to face, a terrible fiend to whom the elements bow'-- I blame my somewhat deadpan expression, I'm not nearly so terrible, as those who know me will profess.

Ah yes, the dreadful, lithe-bodied, fair-skinned half-elf of 5'7"-- your doom clearly approaches.

You see, after each of these campaigns, journeys into the unknown, weight of my companions' lives on my shoulders, I let out a heavy sigh and my face lights up with excitement for my favorite activity and what I'm always eager to engage in to unwind. Fucking! As I travel town to town I'm perpetually in search of a fun partner, or several. Fast, slow, rough, soft, quick, or marathon. It's good to feel a little helpless by comparison to my time behaving as a professional. And professional I assure you I am! I never sleep with current clients or companions, though past clients and companions are another matter...

Many meet me and have no idea I'm the mage they've heard rumblings about, others recognize me right away. I've no qualms with either, going unrecognized tickles delightfully at my insecurities after all. You'll find I'm resoundingly un-picky, so much so that they only time magic enters the bedroom is when I fiddle with my body to fit with my feelings, though more often my partner's.

Plenty ask what my birth sex was and every time I'm asked I give a different answer. Some days you'll find me with a flat chest and modest bulge betwixt my legs, other with perky breasts and a pink pussy, others still some combination. I do tend to romp about with a decided lack of breasts and a trimmed innie pussy, however-- there's something particularly comfy about it.

Though as I said, I'm flexible. And much like I tell my clients in strictly business terms, I aim to please.

The only thing I abhor is being respected, revered, treated as the mage people chatter about incessantly. My ego quite likes the attention, I assure you, but my libido much prefers to forfeit that strength and be put in my place instead.

A bit of a long-winded, winding setup but hopefully you've got a decent sense of Tyliel and what I hope to get from this RP! The traveling mage will, presumably, meet your character (or set of characters) and find himself in for some raunchy fun.

Who Are You?

This is written to be rather broad and to deliberately leave things open for you to conjure up a character you think would make a good match. Or, for the bold and ambitious, a series of characters! GMs welcome as well! (Note: This is really not at all required, I merely wish to toss it out there. I shan't ignore you merely because you wanted to play a single character.) A fellow adventurer or soldier of sorts, not realizing whose company you've made? A local attending your town's tavern where I just so happen to be passing through? A prior traveling companion now considered 'on the menu'? A member of the coven from which I've learned my skills? A former noble employer? The usual smatterings of fantasy races are up for discussion as well, though Tyliel will likely remain a half-elf, or perhaps some cat or bunny-eared race should you prefer! As a point of discussion, I'd love to hear some of your fantasy favorites we might be able to involve some ideas from. Plus that'll tell me you were paying close attention.

All I ask is that you come with a concrete idea, a true character with feelings and quirks (as well as kinks they're canonically into) and so forth. Someone that the proud-yet-loose-and-subby Tyli can bounce off of for our mutual enjoyment. Or bounce on. Ahem.

The Sexy Bits

A couple ground rules to begin with. First, Tyli is rather likely not the dominant sort, but exceptions may be made should it feel right in the moment. Regardless, they will not dominate cis-men. I simply can't imagine it in the slightest for their character and so I'm unfortunately explicitly asking you to set that aside. If that's your heart's desire, I truly am sorry to disappoint! However, I'm otherwise pansexual and see Tyliel as being much the same.

Second, 'they/them' is preferred but any pronouns are fine for Tyliel. I'll explain later that I do enjoy them being coded a particular way as its own sort of kink play, but know you're not going to scare me off unless you indulge in the next mention.

Slurs are thoroughly off the table. Don't even start down that path because to have them uttered in this context, even innocuously asking questions, makes me wade through discomfort to even muster a reply. The exception here is fictional discrimination. Should you play a non-human or non-elf, disparaging humans or elves as a whole is fine by me.

And finally, the character you play needn't have any respect for or interst in Tyli's more fluid approach to sexual identity but you must. I'll also warn that a long-term, enduring partnership (which is more what I'd like to RP here) will require some level of mutual understanding between Tyli and your character, most likely. I'm not asking for a lot, teasing at this identity (more at that later) is certainly on the table, nor am I against partners who wholly reject them, but if we're to build something enduring between a single pair there likely needs to be some respect there. Tyliel may bed someone views them as merely the gender they present from time to time (as that little vignette at the start demonstrates), scratching a peculiar itch they find themselves with, but to stick around with one person for a while there needs to be some other dynamic going on.

If you have any questions about any of this, do ask! (Just don't write slurs out asking 'is ****** not okay?', Please.)

Before getting on to kinks there's one overarching idea I'd like to highlight first.

Gender Play: I, ergo Tyliel, am very into sexy times and flirting toying with aspects of gender. Particularly Tyliel's gender. To keep this brief, while generally submissive, Tyli is into being coded either male or female by their partners, generally in keeping with the genitalia they currnetly possess. Male-associated nicknames such as 'Prince,' or a simple 'good boy,' and use of male pronouns. At the opposite end, female pronouns, being dressed up, made up, and otherwise feminized, and so on. Not every box has to be checked at one time but this general dynamic is a favorite. Salacious and regressive, perhaps, but hot! And, circling back to acceptance of Tyli's identity, what makes this merely a 'kink' to my mind is that it is ultimately not constant. It's a series of buttons being pushed at certain times to make them cum extra super duper hard. You're not going to scare Tyliel off by continuing to use 'she' or 'he' during some pillow talk, nor while flirting, and perhaps not even teasing a bit in public.

Moving on!

Kinks: 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), DD/lg & MD/lg, crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (giving or receiving), dub-con (as the victim. Tyli is rather powerful in their line of work and therefore is rarely in any real danger yet it can be fun to indulge the idea, and they are interested in indulging), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, age gaps, feminization (receiving), interspecies partners, breeding or breeding talk (note the mentioned aversion to pregnancy), humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving), cuckolding/cuckqueaning (as cuck), lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, frotting, tribbing, strap-ons (wearing or receiving), being nude or dressed up femme, species play (i.e. human/elf/'half-breed'-disparaing and other fantasy race talk) and probably more!

Where does story fit into all this?

I’d say I’m most probably looking for 50/50 smut/story up to 80/20, depending on the particular scene we discuss. Wanton fucking has its place, as does a slow-burn with sex only sprinkled it. We can address this as we discuss what struck your fancy about this RP and figure out what works best for us. The broader story will likely be heavily informed by your character so it’s hard to describe just what the long-term agenda might look like but at the very least I imagine we can involve my profession and general fantasy antics. Or, we could take a more political bent with fantasy as a backdrop. The possibilities are endless!

Regardless, I would like a a decent bit of world- building at play in the background. That’s not to say we necessarily need to discuss it in detail beforehand but I appreciate very much when smaller things reinforce that we’re in a fantasy world, not a current-day hotel with some rustic wallpaper. Considerations to heating and plumbing (even if 'magic' is a lovely catch all fore amenities I appreciate it being stated), races of all kinds populating the streets, nations in conflict in the background, adventurers' guilds, schools of magic, and so on. Fantasy worlds are vast places so I don’t think consistently sprinkling in little ideas will ultimately step on any toes. Bigger ideas tossed in, whole nations or species, may want to be kept track of but I doubt we'll accidentally over-populate the world. Should anything be iffy though you’re always encouraged to ask OOC in the midst of the RP, or to request things be tweaked a bit should an idea catch you off guard.

I think I’ve taken up enough of your time, though. Let me know what your thoughts are having considered all of this, your character, kinks, potential plots, and whatever else you might like to share!

Should you like to see a more in-depth description of what kinks appeal to me and why, feel free to check out my DPP Profile.