#dnd ns/fw

[feralxacademic]

I know that in a lot of traditional Western fantasy (largely because of Christianity), demons are portrayed as trying to seduce people and even priests into sex, a lot of times acting as the top or the dom. I propose, therefore, the opposite of this: having sex with a demon is not an act of corruption or succumbing on the part of the priest, but an act of purification. After all, it is not enough to simply resist an avatar of Hell, it must be overcome.

A priest who binds a succubus with blessed rope, filling her with more than just God’s word as part of an exorcism. A paladin who pins a demon’s throat beneath an armored gauntlet and eases herself onto him, enveloping him and cleansing him of darkness. An inquisitor striding into a demonic temple, knowing that the beings within won’t be able to resist and will at least try to tempt her, only to be broken upon her iron will and rock hard length.

Anyway just a thought.

[princessheart01]

Does anyone else see a fictional character and wish they were real? Does anyone wish they could meet this character, pick their brain for a bit? Maybe go on a date? Maybe have super rough disrespectful sex with them and then have cuddles afterwards?

On an unrelated note, I just found Karlach in BG3!

[ellies-smut-scribbles]

When she fucks you so hard you start talking in Deep Speech

[dirtydnd]

Research notes on the subject of "orc cock"

When my assistant asked the shaman doctor of the orc village why orc males seemed to have such large genitals, I quickly tried to hush her for her rudeness. What a fool I was, because the woman had an answer for us!

We were told that orc women have a special chamber in their cervix that captured sperm in one of multiple pouches and held it for later. This allows orc women to choose their favorite from all of the men they've slept with to inseminate them, and prevent pregnancy at unwanted or inconvenient times such as pilgrimage.

But as they say, nature finds a way. The orcs with the biggest phalluses simply pushed their way past that chamber and inseminated their partners anyway! And of course, it suits them just fine for impregnating all other hominid races as well.

[courtofthewildones]

"My dear Serenity, I hope you are well. I have been keeping an eye on you, and will be sending Persinette to be a companion to continue to watch over you. I think this game is quite fun, so keep along your journey. Remember, I am always watching, and watching them too.

Love, your mother and lover,

[REDACTED]"

artist - @gilded-coq

[saphig-iawn]

Playing with memory is always fun. So many consider memories to be objects with a definitive shape and size. They don't know that they have roots, that they release a scent into the mind's air.

Hearing this sweet pup so feverishly misremember the reason why he has been following this sorceress, makes her smile. She knows a memory of a previous form of his has blossomed, releasing its beautiful aroma into his body.

You see, one day, she let the pup think he had won. Not entirely, of course, but a little victory. One that would whet the appetite and salivate the maw. One that gave a hunger.

A simple green velvet coin purse lay slouched on the trail as the sorceress' footsteps fade downtrail. Celestial patterns in a warm gold thread encompass the purse. The simple clasp was adorned with the relief of a woman's face.

Pup picks it up, the fabric still warm from the comfort inside the sorceress' robes. He shakes it, pricking his pup ear. He beams as the sound of coins jingling meets his ears. Pressing his little paw hand into the clasp, feeling the warmth of the woman's face on his little bean, he pops the coin purse open to reveal... a single coin...

A little disappointment whimpers from his mouth as his shoulders sink.

With defeat, he plops himself down on the trail, holding the coin in his fingers. Its unlike any coin he has seen, no typical crests or markings, just a vague humanoid face. His little brow furrows as the not-so-nice thought of it being fake crosses his mind.

He gives it a little bend, but there's no give. He flicks hit, and places the coin near his ear to hear for any inconsistencies. Only one test remained. The ultimate test for any adventurer worth their gold.

The bite test.

He places the coin between his back teeth, the coin now strangely warm, and he bites!

The coin remains resolute.

With a gentle smile of relief, he goes to pocket the coin, but finds it a little hard to hold, like its weight shifted and it was threatening to tumble out of his grip.

He adjusts his grip, and sees that the coin doesn't fit in his palm any more.

He became elated! More gold, and the coin was getting even bigger!

He had to switch to two hands now, and his arms were starting to strain, but he didn't care, he was going to be rich.

He lays the coin down on the ground with a plume of dust swirling up from beneath it. He shields his eyes and then furrows his brow.

The forest wasn't that big, was it? The trail wasn't this wide?

He goes to stand and finds his legs don't want to respond at all. He looks down with some annoyance, sometimes his legs go to sleep on him.

Usually, in fact every time his legs went to sleep, they never turn into gold. So it was needless to say that he was more than surprised to find his legs had become solid gold. He tried to move his legs, and his paw hands did naught but squeak off of his new pristine golden fur. He tried another grasp but his hands just didn't have the strength either.

His fingers were starting to turn.

Panic set in, and his frantc movements painted pawprint after pawprint of gold leaf on his body.

He was inanimate in no time at all. Reduced to the size of a chess piece.

His whole body vibrated with incoming footsteps. He wanted to act, but his thoughts felt like they were stretching and compressing all at once.

Warmth.

Warmth.

All throughout his small aurate frame was an endless caring warmth as the sorceress held him in her hand.

"Its been a little while since your last rest, sweet pup. Time to snuggle in."

The sorceress reaches down to the coin.

"You did will too, my gingham ragdoll. I know this isn't your typical form but you don't mind one bit, do you darling?" she purred, as she caressed the cheek of humanoid relief.

"You did as well, my sweet pet. Even though I made it myself, the green velvet with celestial embroidery is a daring look" she cooed as she picked up the coin purse, caressing the face on the clasp.

She opened up her coin purse, and popped the coin and pup inside.

Warmth, all three of them felt.

Warmth.

Playing D&D tonight and it makes me yearn to play a character I've been rotating in my mind for sometime...

A Seamstress Sorceress!

Every one of her spells manifest as enchanted fabrics and more.

Magic missile becomes arcane needles with streaming ribbons.

Hold Person has magic satin unravelling around the target and then mummifying them.

But my favourite visual would be for Command.

Threads and bolts and fabrics apparate and envelop the target. A whirl of fabric magic spins about them, and when it all settles, there stands the target, encased in a doll fascimile of themselves, following along so obediently. The voice coming clearly from the embroidered face, but a keen ear would hear their muffles beneath.

[rens-zone]

Imagine being on a 3am call with your dnd players and they all realize that you, the DM, are a bottom and the rest of them are tops. The bullying has my cheeks pretty rosy but I'm not complaining

[needynonbinaryslxt]

not to be a monster fucking slut, but i recently got an ovipositor with 3 eggs and i tried the eggs out and holy shit it felt so good i squirted so hard and now i wanna try the eggs with the ovipositor so I can feel them being laid in me 😵‍💫

[princessheart01]

Soooo I was playing D&D the other day and another player patted my head and called me a “good girl” for letting her check a potentially door before I opened it. Since this player was using a very tall and strong character, this TOTALLY did not immediately have me imagine her character pushing me hard against the door and holding my hands above my head. It also didn’t make me imagine her lifting my skirt and pushing a few fingers inside me roughly, all the while calling me a good girl. It DID however make me squeak audibly so now my entire party knows I have a praise kink…

[dirtydnd]

Expense Report: Goblin Slaves Purchased at Auction

What a haul! I was shocked at their low prices despite their civilized, metropolitan appearance. Apparently they were arrested primarily due to larceny, and sold off by the city for council profit.

Frankly, I doubt most of them are guilty. Apparently they're easy targets to finger as thieves by employers when money was actually embezzled by their bosses. A shame, but their misfortune is the guild's fortune in any case. And I'm a researcher, not a detective.

Regardless of their past lives as normal citizens, they'll make fine breeding subjects. Expect a report soon on half-goblins and the "goblinization".

My colleagues fear they may be coordinating and plotting to revolt against us, though I find this form of thought a bit paranoid. Why the very notion of being pinned down by a makeshift tribe of angry goblins... I'd best not entertain that thought.

[starry-knight-nsfw]

oh to be a dnd bard who flirts with/fucks their party to “inspire” them

short rests meaning them sucking everyone off, like a good little stress reliever

every night at the tavern, they get passed around for the whole party to use until cum drips from every hole

they’re sent back downstairs after a cold shower to gather intel, tired but ready to be a good fuck for whichever patron seems to know the most

the next morning, the artificer comes in with yet another invention for them to try out. they’re worked open by firm, methodical hands and a vibrator is pushed inside

they’re made to keep it in all day, every twitch and muffled whimper a ‘reminder of what the party’s fighting for’

the group laughs every time they fail to dodge or miss a spell attack because of the vibrations which they could swear the artificer keeps changing just to mess with them

the carriage ride back to the tavern is torture, every bump on the forest road bringing them closer to orgasm, but never enough

and then the party gets to the tavern, they organise everyone’s rooms, and do it all over again

(the party still makes fun of them, though - their job’s so easy! the rest actually have to fight, all they’re there for is to look pretty. just need to smile and everything’s handed to them. surely, then, this is the least they can do.)

[princessheart01]

My party members keep teasing me about my character's praise kink and managed to tease out even more out of me between sessions... I'm too much of a slut to interact with people. If you interact with me I will somehow find a way to be lewd it cannot be helped

[dirtydnd]

I should introduce myself! My name is Caroline May Chrysanthemum Agonyblade. I'm a half-orc, last daughter of Shatterskull Agonyblade and Susan The Annihilator.

I'm a researcher and spokeswoman for the Breeder's Guild, where we study cross-genetics and reproduction between races! Because when it comes to being sexually menaced by monsters, an adventurer shouldn't get caught with her metaphorical pants down.

i follow from @sixcubit due to tumblr's arcane and esoteric curses.

[princessheart01]

I made a D&D character who's very bubbly, trusting, and naive. She's very fun to play, but other players took advantage of this. There's one character who keeps giving compliments and attention to mine. One night, we went to my character's room in the inn to talk about magic, and before I knew it, she was taking control of my character, kissing her aggressively and ripping her clothes off. Yeah... I keep getting into the spiciest D&D moments and I love it