There were days once, long ago and in the past, where we stood side by side as allies. Faced down the Dragon King and his army of orcs years ago- it was in our battle against the Dragon King himself where I earned this scar across my cheek, his final strike at me before we brought him and his dread beast down. I hear your people still hold a shrine around the fossilized remains of the creature he rode, easily larger than most villages scattered around your realm.

It was after we stopped the invasion of the goblins of the undercaves that you last saw me- I was poisoned in the attack, a vicious brew that would have slain a score of mortals, and had a the chance to kill even powerful creatures such as you or I. I set out to find a cure for the foul elixir that ran through my veins, leaving you with one promise that I would return again if your people were ever threatened again.

You held faith in that promise. You were not prepared for the shock that I would fulfill it by appearing at the head of the forces that brought such peril. While the frozen winter fell upon your kingdom, my armies began to conquer it.

My time walking the planes in search of a cure. Just finding out what had invaded my body was a trial. And as one fount of information after another failed me, I eventually realized... I needed to turn to darker sources. Places that would demand a cost for their information. And that was how I found myself on one of the infinite layers of the Abyss, bargaining with a fiendish librarian. I won't go into details of negotiations with her, suffice to say that... It was effective. An agreement was struck. Knowledge about my poison, a stay of its destructive effects, and an eventual cure- once I performed a particular task that would bring me back to your doorstep.

And so I carried out my plan. My knowledge of you and your lands made me perfect for the task. My armies have not been invincible, though we have won far more battles than we lost- and even some of the losses have been carefully sculpted, feigned weakness in my own plan of attack, all with a certain goal. To bring you here. To bring you to the castle of Athalon Gate, and the confluence of ley lines beneath the castle. Here, to bring about the fall of your kingdom... And your line.

I do not seek to conquer a simple mortal kingdom tonight. No. Tonight is about corrupting the holy bloodline of the dynasty, bringing her over to the ranks of the Abyss, and turning her kingdom into a home for the darkest evils the mortal world will ever suffer. As my army surrounds the castle, I make an offer for parlay and a deal- surrender to me, and I will let the last of your people live.

in the mood for some D&D-esque smut today. Will you surrender? Will you try to negotiate better? Or will you refuse, so my armies will take the city, just as I intend to take you? Definitely open to working out the scenario a little more before we start, so hit me up with what ideas you have.

Kink-wise, I'm into BDSM, non-con, choking, dirty talk, spanking, impregnation, humiliation, biting, blood, oral, anal, public sex, multiple partners. Not into scat or bestiality.