The Mourning Kiss - A story of corruption, forced seduction and downfall (MxF)

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Scenario Title: The Mourning Kiss
A slow corruption/captivity RP filled with seduction, torment, and the unraveling of a sacred soul.

She was never supposed to fall.
Not her.
Not Serene Dawnstar, the radiant High Priestess of the Celestial Chorus, a woman draped in divine light and armored in unshakeable faith. She had stood as a living embodiment of virtue—wreathed in silver, adored by thousands, her voice a balm, her prayers said to bring the dead back to breath.

But now?

Now she kneels in chains.




The sanctum of Veren Alaric, Vampire Lord of the Thirteenth House, is no dungeon. It is a reliquary of sin, an altar to the unholy. A cathedral of shadows. Every inch of it breathes decadence—blackened marble veined with gold, ancient velvet banners bearing blood sigils, obsidian mirrors that reflect not the body, but the soul. And from their flawless glass, Serene’s own torment stares back at her.

Her arms are bound above her, suspended by manacles inked in pulsating crimson runes that drain not just strength, but hope. The sigils hum with old blood magic, silencing her connection to the divine. Her robes have been stripped down to ceremonial remnants—a mockery of holiness—leaving pale skin bared, vulnerable, trembling with cold and shame.



He circles her like a slow-burning fire.
Every footstep measured. His every glance is devouring.
He is tall and coldly beautiful, clad in silk and shadow. His presence is oppressive yet undeniably seductive. His voice is low, dripping with mockery and something far more dangerous—promise.

“Tell me, Priestess,” he murmurs, stroking a hand through her sweat-matted hair, sweeping it back from her flushed cheek. “Where are your gods now? Have they mistaken your silence for obedience? Or have they simply abandoned you to me?”

He never raises a hand.
He doesn’t need to.
Veren corrupts with coercion, manipulation, and control, not violence. He offers. He tempts.
Each “choice” he lays before her is a blade meant to carve away her certainty:

    Bow before me, and I’ll spare the boy who still cries your name.

    Drink from my vein, just once, and your fellow captive walks free. Refuse… and I’ll let you hear her scream.


He never lies. That’s what makes it worse.
He simply… waits. For the moment her morality frays, strand by agonizing strand.

And he’s patient.

He toys with her like a lover denied. Fingertips ghosting over her ribs as he leans in to whisper barbed scripture, fangs grazing the soft curve of her neck—but never biting. Never yet. He delights in watching her flinch, then flush. In catching her gaze when it lingers too long on the slow pulse of his throat. In seeing her lips part, not in protest, but in confusion.

But he watches the hunger grow.
Not just for food, or light, or mercy—but for touch. For power.
For release.

Then comes the final offering.

A ritual. Ancient. Profane.
A binding that will graft her soul to his. That will bind her to him unrelentingly.
She will become a slave… but a consort, a living doll.

💀 What You Can Expect (and Play):

    A slow, sensual descent into submission and corruption.

    Emotional, psychological torment and manipulation—not just physical.

    Wicked choices with no easy answers, testing your character’s ideals.

    Tension-laced power play, pain and pleasure dancing hand in hand.

    Rituals, bloodplay, magical domination, sacred blasphemy, and erotic transformation.

    Deep character development: Will she fall? Will she secretly enjoy falling? Will she become more powerful… or utterly enslaved?

🖤 Who This RP Is For:

You love seductive darkness, obsession, and utter possession.
You crave slow-burn tension, mental domination, corrupted purity, sacred defilement, and the dance between resistance and surrender.

Whether you play as Serene or wish to inject your own holy or defiant soul into her place, this is not just a story of breaking—
It’s a symphony of ruin.

One whispered “yes” at a time.

Feel free to PM me and we can arrange to discuss things here or over Discord.
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