[M for A] Let us prison our perversions in text

[varyingtastes]

Hello hello.  I seek lewdness and I seek fun.  More specific information about me can be found in my O&O.  This is just a scene for some ideas.

I'll start with three, in order from story oriented to lewd oriented, though the exact extent of any ratio can be changed.  I'm also always open to hearing your own ideas.

The Detritus of the Eldritch

"You are going to be summoned," the Prince was informed by a stoic, disgusting creature.  That creature being his father, the King.  "It's clear that you aren't learning."  To most, that might be seen as critical, but the Prince knew his father better.  A statement of facts, nothing more.  Being barely a century old, the Prince was a child compared to most of his subjects, and especially compared to his father, who'd been there when the stars were first formed, blessed be his name and all that.

It rather annoyed him.

But, the idea was intriguing.  In spite of his stern words, the Prince knew he had a say in this.  Rather than protest, he just bowed his head.  "As you command, father," he said, mind already wondering where he was going to be summoned.

As if reading his mind, his father continued.  "One of our vassals calls for aid."  'Vassal' meant any other universe, even those that didn't know they existed.  Their dynasty, as few links in the chain as it had, could claim dominion over everything.

It seemed that that was the end of his father's words.  "Am I... going to help, or is there a different lesson?"  No response.  "Right."  The Prince bowed his head again, in a show of acquiescence rather than subservience, and made his exit.  There was a skip in his step, in spite of the stark change.  All of his tutors maintained an annoying mixture of condescension and obsequiousness.  And he could only punish them so much before they requested to be transferred.  His well of servants at all was drying up.

Yes, the Prince decided, heading to his room to prepare.  This was a good idea.


...And then you'd come in!  Your character would, for whatever reason, have done some occult ritual.  Perhaps it was intentional, knowing (roughly) what they were summoning.  Or perhaps they just found a bizarrely accurate ritual online.  Leading to romance, or less wholesome activities.

A Dragon's Tribute

These days, dragon attacks had all but stopped.  With a combination of more skilled militia, too few dragons to properly breed, and the few that remained having basically integrated into society, dragon's weren't as feared as they were in ages past.

What a disgrace.

Lord, dragon extraordinaire, and the only dragon he knew of that stayed true to his roots, was on the hunt.  After some time of making sure he had a proper hoard, and a cave, it was time for the next step.  A princess!  Or Prince.  Lord was a progressive dragon, after all.

But, in spite of how much it killed him to say, he was unlikely to match the full force of a kingdom.  Which was why he was 'on the hunt', on the outskirts, checking out villages for just the right combination of unimportant and valuable that would maximize wealth and minimize risk.

Unfortunately, he found one.

"Grah!" he shouted, more for the performance than intimidation.  Hundreds were hiding away.  Oh, the dragon stalked through the town, snatching up livestock (which he didn't eat, just carried on his back) and burning down a few quickly evacuated houses.  All told, it was a pretty mild razing.

But, it demonstrated his power.  He sat down, in the middle of some flaming debris, and waited.  And waited.

It took some time.  But eventually, someone had the audacity to approach, keeping a healthy distance between the two.  "Hello?" it called out, tentatively.  Lord snorted.  They had no idea what to do when confronted with a dragon expressing it's natural rights!  What a dang shame.

"Hello!" he responded, standing up properly.  It caused the foolhardy creature to fall back, seeing him tower over like that.  "I've come to make some demands..."


And, your character would be one of those demands.  Not specifically.  Just someone to act as a guide, but aside from that, it's up to you.  Try to diminish damages?  Screw the town that threw you under the bus?  Or just fuck the dragon?  For times when he's not terrorizing villages, the dragon can range from a proper feral beast, to having shapeshifting powers rendering him basically human, or anywhere in between.

Cum Addicted Roommate Silliness

Emmett yawned. It was about five in the morning - far earlier than he'd like to wake up - and that meant it was time for him to, uh, wake up. The curse of being a responsible adult. Still, there were benefits to waking up so early, and the main reason he did so was still asleep. There were also benefits to having a roommate.

He made his way downstairs, having changed and showered, and done all the things required to make him look less slovenly, and got to work. There were two things he was doing right about now: one, he was preparing breakfast, which was the same thing he made almost every day (being one of few things he could make without burning it.) Pancakes. Two, he was jerking off, hand pumping up and down his shaft at varying rates, just to get him to the edge without bringing him over. It wouldn't due to cum too early, after all.

He had gotten really good at making pancakes. Masturbating was a skill he'd mastered at a young age, however. So, upon putting down two plates with two pancakes each, he chose one at random, and leaned over it. With something resembling a growl, he came, thick ropes of spunk absolutely coating the pancakes. He was always rather potent. In this case, that meant those pancakes looked like they'd gone through a five man bukkake by the time he was finished, rather than just one impressive stud.

He stood up straighter, placing his cock back in his pants, washed his hands, and set the table. Just like yesterday. He nods, satisfied, before shouting up, "Soup's on!"


Yes, yes, very uwu.  Cum addiction is one of my favorite kinks.  This is a very open ended prompt.