The Silver Coil, Domain of Sensual Plots

[Aron Caer]

Welcome to the Silver Coil, a place of torrid plots and strange desires. I am a writer of speculative horror and romance, with a deep interest in making forms of kink and fetish the highlight. If you like high fantasy, dark sci-fi, erotic horror and supernatural kinkiness, keep reading.

My on and offs aren’t as complex as others, just a matter of discussion.

I’m not into non-consensuality for your arousal, but as a plot point or emotional trigger, we can talk.

To me, dubcon involves coercion, mental alteration, or giving into desires that a character resists. Raping someone into orgasm works for hentai, but not me. There has to be a choice, even if it is a choice your character doesn't like, to count as dubcon.

Bodily waste is an absolute no. I'm not even comfortable with marking territory.

Death can be a great plot point, even a sensual act if written between consenting adults. But I myself do not see it as sexual in nature, so don't come looking for it.

Everything else is absolutely up for discussion. I'm here to write, to please others with my writing, that is where I find joy.

Now onto plots. While I have my own solar system in my head, I am more than happy to craft plots with you outside of my insanity. It's up to you what you want to explore. So if there is a plot I point out that is framed in my worlds that you want to do differently, feel free to hit me up. Also, I'm leaving my plots open as to who plays who, as I enjoy the challenge of playing any character my partner wants.

If you would like a sample of my writing, and a glimpse of the monstrous beauties I can create, just

remember how you came to be here...

It is a strange thing to find, a mirror made from obsidian. It stands at seven feet high, a polished oval of black volcanic glass that somehow reflects any person who stands before it, and yet nothing around them can be seen. There is an inscription along the edge, difficult to find.
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“Dare not close the eyes
Beneath the Penumbral Moon
Lest you seek her Coils.”

It does not take you long to figure out the meaning behind those words. While the penumbra was reserved for a solar eclipse, a penumbral moon must mean the new moon. Morbid curiosity drives you to attempt it, to wait until the night is black and only speckled in stars. You look into the mirror, see your reflection impossibly within its surface. Only now, the world within the looking glass has changed.

Organic walls, the outside of a silver-scaled wyrm turned inward, formed a rounded hallway behind your reflection. You look back behind you, finding only the room that you placed the mirror into. Your heart beats faster, from fear or excitement, only the deepest part of you will know. Even though your heart beats its desirous warning, you close your eyes.

Nothing happens. You do not feel a change around you, no rush of impending doom. You wait, seconds, minutes, before sighing. How foolish a thought, that the words of an obscure mirror, a glorified art piece, could hold such eldritch portent. You open your eyes, a chuckle rising into your throat. You look at yourself in the black mirror and begin to laugh, but it dies quickly as you realize that you are looking at the room you were once standing in.

You quickly turn to find the serpentine hallway beyond, seeming endless, yet the end of it is within your sight. You can see a balcony, the visible landscape beyond was of such incomprehension that you cannot help but be drawn to it. The balcony overlooks an ocean of roiling particles, black sand and violet pearls swirling into crashing waves as unseen currents fight against a galactic whirlpool that spans the horizon.

Above, the sky is not a sky, but an expanse of slithering stars. Strange serpent beings dancing amongst a fathomless spread of striations. There is a fracture in the sky, a crack in the cosmic looking glass that is trying to grow. The serpents are keeping it at bay, their dancing presence fighting back against the expansion.

As your mind tries to break at the speculative display before you, a pair of hands rest on your shoulders. It is not a dangerous grasp, the fingers delicate in their movements. You feel a slight tremble in their touch, moving to caress your cheek and neck. This is not the touch of a predator, but of a tentative lover aching to do more.

“Hello, my dearest.”

The voice overwhelms your sensibilities. Not one, but many mouths seem to speak to you at once. Male and female, pained and pleasured, a choir of licentious agonies.

“Welcome to the Silver Coil.”

The hands pull away, allowing you to turn and see a being of glorious aberration. Tentacles writhe from her waist, spilling out as a serpentine gown upon and off the balcony. Tendrils dance from her brow, a mane of curling locks formed from ivory flesh dipped in wine. Her smile curves upon a reptilian countenance. The eyes allure your soul, one a silver slit framed in magenta, the other a black abyss surrounding a single violet star.



“Shall we seek a plot?”

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Plot A: The Photomancer

Through research and the application of magic, the concept of photography has been reintroduced to a world where sophisticated technology is considered forbidden. Yet to use magic to create still-framed representations of people and places, something may take notice.

A well established Photomancer, an individual who has dedicated their magical skills to creating pictures as an artform, gets a mysterious commission. A lone individual, supported by an anonymous benefactor, has tasked you to take a series of stills of them, involving a variety of poses and outfits. As the work progresses, the outfits become more and more sensual, bordering on depraved. Is the money worth using rope and whips? More so than this, something seems to be emerging within the photographs, a figure in the shadows growing more clear….

Kinks and Triggers: photography, lingerie, bdsm, mild horror, possible tentacles, mild eldritch horror.


Plot B: The Home for Praiseworthy Youths.

A secluded home, a renovated church, sits over the abandoned town. Within is Father Dryden Fairhaven. What appears to be an older man, a priest, offers his home to individuals who suffer from depression, addiction, or simply a need to rebuild their lives. He gives them chores, a core of self reliance, and constant praise and encouragement.

What others do not see is his true form, that of a hunky werebear who has been twisted by demonic ritual. Transformed into a sin eater, he no longer has the use of his mouth. Instead a vertical maw opens from collarbone to crotch, full of triangular teeth and tongues. With this, he devours slothful sins, either through giving praise and encouragement, or through the direct gnawing of the sinner.

Deep within a church is a secret confessional space, where bondage and lust are sated. Dryden’s wife, for trying to harness demonic powers, has herself been changed into a succubus. Dryden works to cure her, but until then, he must keep her fed.

Kinks and Triggers: hardcore voyeurism, softcore bdsm, hardcore bdsm, praise kink, religion, soft vore, clothing, sexual tension, the sanctity of marriage.

Plot C: currently under construction, either something with a haunted house or dragon orgies or a snake that gets off on raves.

[Aron Caer]

There we go. Finally updated my list of plots, I hope I did so correctly and I hope anyone curious enjoys reading!