Untouched for generations, the thin string of islands home to the Kirkwe natives were lush beyond belief. Golden sand rose up from crystal blue waves where scattered canoes and similar handmade craft freckled the shores. The main island, Sarlun, held a gem of a palace, the solid gold exterior designed to reflect the harsh rays of the sun out over the water each evening at sunset, like a call and response between the royal family and their god.

Inside the castle was king Zaidaan, sat upon his gilded throne with two nude women at his shoulders waving fans nearly the size of their voluptuous bodies. His skin had progressed from sun-kissed to a truly tanned hide, rough and dark from his years on the island. Beside him sat his daughter, Sasunti, graceful legs draped over one arm of her less ornate throne. A thin strip of hand woven cloth wrapped her small breasts tight enough for her nipples to create visible buds beneath it, another cloth hanging from a thin gold chain at her hips to cover the plucked-smooth lips of her sex, ass remaining exposed.

The day passed leisurely in the castle until a servant of the court ran to Zaidaan’s feet, dropping to his knees and panting to catch his breath. He declared to his king, “There are winged beasts on the horizon, massive and horrible!” He pressed his head to the floor in reverence and exertion, equally.

The king rose to his feet and, using a primitive spyglass, surveyed the supposed threat approaching their lands. The sight hit him with just as powerful of an emotion, though the sensation that shook him was not fear, but elation. He threw the spyglass aside and grunted a hearty laugh, reaching to pull the servant boy to his feet.

“My child, those are not beasts,” he assured, clapping his hands together and turning his attention back to his daughter. “I have been struck by the gods’ insight. Adorn her as she is meant to be. What approaches is not a threat, but a gift. After all, what beast could traverse such deep seas if not the gods themselves?” The commotion that broke out in the throne room was immediate, servants scrambling to collect the ceremonial jewelry meant for their princess.

When Sasunti’s mother passed in childbirth, Zaidaan, in his grief, had been struck by a vision. This daughter would be given to the gods just as his wife was taken. A prophecy formed as follows: One day the god, Adi, ruler of all the sunlight warms, will come to claim his possession. Sasunti will be his offering, adorned in the gold he loves so much as proof of her devotion. She is owned by him, bound to him, a vessel prepared to bring his human heir to the Kirkwe people. It seemed that day was the one foretold for all her eighteen years.

Hello! Thanks for reading such a brick of text here. My phone is lagging like nobody’s business as I try to write it all out on mobile, so I apologize if I’ve missed any typos.

What I’m looking for is a literate dom who would play the incoming foreigner. Whether you are an English colonizer, a Spanish conquistador, or something entirely made up just for our means is up to you. Please be literate and patient as I work a full time job and am not always available. Please be interested in building an interesting world with me alongside some ball-slapping smut.

Kinks: Breeding, lactation, oviposition, petplay, impact play, watersports, D/s, bondage, pain play, drug use, ddlg/b, bladder control, orgasm control, cnc, waxplay, manipulation, birth, snuff if you’re nasty. Limits: Scat, vomit, animals, direct incest

Shoot me a message here and we can discuss ideas before moving to discord not rp on Reddit or Kik.