✦ NEW ✦ Wicked Intentions • Historical Fiction, Potential Fantasy
The marriage arrangement for his son, the Crown Prince of the realm, had been done by careful consideration of the King. The chosen bride came not only with money and a title, the Crown Princess to another realm that she'd take rule over upon her parents' deaths which would only add to his own family's holdings, but according to rumor was beautiful and mesmerizing, a joy at the foreign courts she graced, intelligent, and loyal. Upon seeing the portrait the King had commissioned of the fair Princess, he acknowledged that some of the assessment proved true, and began staring at the portrait every day once insisting it hung in his private chambers. He began to stare... and to plot.
It was an easy matter arranging for his son to be absent when the Princess arrived at their court and even easier, the King realized, to steal away time with the young woman he hadn't originally intended to be so much more than merely his daughter in law but knew fate had other plans in store. How could he resist sampling such ripe, innocent beauty? From staking the first claim on a young woman who'd so easily captured his senses? And who could ever say no to a King? Especially when he was a King who never accepted no for a response?
Part of the King hoped that after taking her a few things, that once the marriage to his son became a reality, his need would lessen for his now daughter in law. That need only grew and he couldn't seem to sate it no matter how often he stole her from his son's bed, how many nights he refused them sleep, as unexpected feelings became to develop and take root in him. The need grew and grew … especially when it became revealed she was pregnant and the King realized a few very important things – his son had fallen for the Princess, he was in no way fit to someday wear the crown, and he was quite undeserving of the wife on his arm. A wife and child that would indeed be claimed by the King.
Seeking: The King. The Prince would likely be a shared npc unless you wished full reign of him.
✦ CRAVING ✦ The Masquerade • Modern • Mafia
Once a year in the late summer, a town along the southern Italian coast, hosted its annual summer festival and midnight masquerade. It was a day of cheer and fun, of children laughing and playing, families reconnecting, and those flimsy barriers between classes lowered. Feuds may be forgotten for the day as the wine freely flowed from barrels and continued even at the start, and throughout, the highly anticipated masquerade.
As dusk fell musicians gathered and people reconvened, dressed in old costumes and elaborate half masks, and let the festival and music carry them through the night. More than one marriage announcement had come about the next day and plenty of new infants screamed into the world nine months later, and often disputing lovers found themselves reconciled and in the throes of love once again. While it wasn’t necessarily a festival dedicated to Venus or Juno, but many thoughts those Goddess definitely blessed the gaiety each year.
Freshly turned eighteen, this was the first time her grandparents had allowed her to attend the masquerade alone. Not that it hadn’t come with a great deal of worry on her grandmother’s part and a long string of warnings filled with concerned, but for the first time she was going to be able to attend the full festival. Every summer she spent with her grandparents in the homeland she dreamed of being at the masquerade and this year … this was it. She didn’t anticipate romance or desire. She just wanted to dance the night away, take home memories with her when she returned home in a couple days.
Not once did she anticipate meeting the tall stranger. He was obviously older than her, at least fifteen years, but the way he looked at her had the young woman trembling for the first time in her life. She did dance that night… all of it in his arms as he spun a spell of desire and romance around them. The next morning she woke in his arms, part of her innocence claimed by him, and soon discovered her entire life was about to change.
The mystery man hadn’t just been a handsome local, but a visiting Don who’d come to find a wife, a young woman from a good Italian family, one that had proven itself as prolific with children. He found more than he bargained, a young virgin he couldn’t get enough of, one who soon became his addiction, obsession, and his most prized pet.
Seeking: The mafia don.
✦ CRAVING ✦ A Royal Obsession • Historical Fiction, Potential Fantasy, Potential Extreme
Rumor had it the widowed King was bored – he had, after all, just dismissed his favored mistress and all the others, and then did the same to half his council and royal household. Amidst the astonished reactions he left to travel his countryside on a month long hunt while leaving his steward to assemble a new council and household, warning words left in his wake. Everyone knew the King hadn't been the same since his Queen's passing two years ago. How could he be when everyone knew she'd been his obsession? The only one able to soothe the monster inside?
He needed a new obsession and unexpectedly found one at the home of an aged Lord, an old friend of his deceased father. Warmly and happily greeted, the King had anticipated hearing tales of old wars, of his father's youth, to stay for but a night or two before passing on, and instead encountered the Lord's daughter, a young maid recently betrothed to a local gent. The attraction is instant on the King's part; perhaps it was her eyes or the innocence she carried, the soft way she smiled, or the kindness in her voice. Immediately his plans changed, the King lingering for over a week and demanding time spent with the Lady, insisting on her company for their daily hunts and meals, and to assist him at night, though he didn't yet claim her intimately. Upon his departure he informs the Lord to make ready for the capital, as he's being appointed to the council, and to insure his daughter accompanies him without any ties left in the country.
Life changes drastically for the Lady when she arrives at the capital. From the first day she's installed in generous lodgings connected to that of the King's and it's that night when he first comes to her. He does not leave her chambers for three days, having food and wine brought in, meeting with his council and steward in the antechamber and for only brief amounts of time. As days turns into weeks his obsession grows and she sees the darker sides of the King; the smallest sign of potential disobedience is met with punishment by way of spankings or forced anal, or other harsher measures, and there times when his rage is only quelled by rough intimacy.
Within a few months they are married, she merely informed of it to happen – never asked. At his insistence she primarily stays in the private wing, attended and seen by other ladies only; unless the King is also present the only males allowed in her presence are carefully selected guards. He plies her with gifts on a near daily basis, and allows her in public to appear at dinners or banquets only at his request. He becomes driven to have children with her, bedding her throughout the day until it's confirmed she's with child. And yet... the obsession only grows until it's sure to consume him.
Perhaps death is his only freedom...
Seeking: The King. I don't really have an “end” in sight for this story simply because I'm not sure which way to go. There's potential for a lot of different paths, ways the lady could react, and how politics could play out.
The Devil's Daughter • Modern • Incest
Six months ago three extraordinary things happened in the his life: his beautiful daughter, the jewel of his life, turned sixteen; her mother met a tragic demise due to what some questioned whether he or one of his enemies was responsible for, and the federal agency made a surprise arrest that everyone knew wouldn't hold up and most especially wouldn't be a deterrent from his business, he'd even been anticipating the move and waiting for it. What he hadn't counted on was the possible irreversible damage to the relationship with his daughter and that a relationship that was not only his top priority to mend but see to its evolution.
The expected six months were served in prison while the evidence was neatly cleaned up and he took care of some personal business within the prison, a couple loose ends to be tidied. In the mean time the long time family lawyer served as guardian over his daughter while some of his most trusted men ensured her safety and well being; he sent letters and gifts, made calls that went unanswered or never returned, and counted down the days until he saw the young woman he'd done it all for.
Six months ago her entire world came crumbling down. She'd been raised in part of that elite echelon, the best of everything that money could possibly provide, but more than that she had been raised knowing she was the apple of her father's eye, that there was this incredible and affectionate bond between them that could never be broken. She would have done anything for him, swore the sun rose and set at his whim, and even defended or ignored those that would dare speak against him and try to ruin the love she held for them. Reality refused to be ignored, however, and in the blink of an eye she didn't know the man she adored so much.
How could she possibly open herself back up to him? How did she accept what he did for the sake of family? How did she accept the changes to life that came with his return?
Seeking: The father / crime boss. I'm leaning toward a very darker, twisted, taboo love story, the father's demeanor being very Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde with his daughter; there is an obsession there, he has purposely maneuvered life to get them where they are now, and will use any means necessary to ensure her compliance and the return of her affection.
A Brother's Love • Modern • Incest
A young woman goes to live with her older brother after their parents die and he starts to mold her into his companion and mistress.
Becoming the guardian to his sixteen-year-old sister hadn't been on the agenda nor something he ever anticipated to happen, just as much as he hadn't thought their parents would die in a freak accident... or that he'd find himself unbelievably attracted to and desiring his sister. He started spending nights lusting and fantasizing about the innocent beauty and then began a descent into lesser morality as he sought ways to offer them both comfort – that's what he told himself – and give her the affection and love that she still so desperately needed. Then he couldn't help but think about how the two of them could be – were – so well suited for each other, how her being there eased his lonely nights, as well.
Soon the love he had for her was going so far beyond that of how a brother normally loves a sister and instead how a man can love a woman.
Seeking: The older brother. Open for discussion on development and including different kinks/themes, could possibly include D/s or pregnancy.
The Alpha's Mate • Modern • Potential Extreme
In the modern supernatural world, the werewolves are nearing extinction, dwindled down from numbers in the thousands across the world to now a mere few hundred. Rumor said it began when an alpha’s mate, angry at her mate and unaccepting of her position in the supernatural world, placed a curse on the mating bloodlines to come, forcing the rare mortal women, descendants from the original bloodline and able to breed with the alpha wolves, into hiding or otherwise obscuring the bloodlines, making it difficult for them to be tracked down and brought into fold. Mystics attempted to bring fertility to the female werewolves but their results proved disastrous, creating monsters that came out dead and decaying from the wombs or had to be put down within minutes after birth. It would take centuries for the curse to lift and in the meantime their once proud and prominent race became nothing but shadows, hidden away and forced to watch the possibility of they becoming nothing but a footprint in history.
The dreams began shortly after her sixteenth birthday – a white wolf marked with silver runes that roamed woods that seemed to stretch for an eternity. She knew those woods as well as she knew herself and would spend hours in them, running and frolicking, chasing her prey, and bathing in the moonlight that seemed to strengthen her. Then came the black wolf marked in similar silver runes and she knew he meant her no harm and those woods were for the both of them. There were mornings, however, that she woke with her body slick with sweat and humming with arousal; others where she felt exhausted, as if she really had been running in the woods. Then one morning she woke in the woods, covered in scratches and miles away from her house. That hadn’t been easy to explain especially as her parents thought she had runaway and by some miracle accepted the sleep walking theory…
And then she started having dreams of the past, of centuries and millennia ago where she wasn’t herself but another, someone meant for the alpha coming to claim her …
Seeking: The Alpha. Open to further world building on this as just some basics have been laid out. Open for discussion.
Wanted • Modern • Potential Extreme
It should have been just another freak summer storm, one that rattled the windows of the lake house and had her making sure there were candles and oil lamps available for the inevitable power outage. There was something to be said for living on the outside of a small lake town, consistent power during storms not being one of them. It was the artist made her home … and where a stranger in the night made his sanctuary. Who was he? There was an extremely dangerous sense and look about him. He appeared in the middle of the night as lightning crashed down around the lake house and she was given no choice on him staying.
Seeking: The stranger in the night. Initial thoughts are perhaps a criminal on the run, either from the law or other criminals. Non-con very much an option and/or a really twisted romance of sorts. Open for possibilities.
The Private Dancer • Modern
For him it was just a break in the routine of another business trip, a step away from the reality of a stressful day that would hopefully carry him into a relaxing weekend. What harm could come from hiring a discrete private dancer? She came highly recommended from the agency and the photo on the website promise a night full of visual delights. He'd heard rumor from a couple of his underlings that 'happy endings' happened more often than not, and he couldn't deny the arousal he felt when he looked at her picture, imagined how happy she could make him. The legs alone were enough to die for, brutally long and gorgeously toned.
For her it was simply another client, another few hundred to help pad her income and keep her head above water while she pursued her dreams. Only to herself would she ever admit how much she enjoyed dancing like this, teasing men with her body, with the silent promise of what could be theirs. The look in their eyes, the desire, added a confidence to her over the years that hadn't been there before. She was one of those rare private dancers where happy endings never happened -- no touching was one of her strict rules, even the slightest of touches bringing an abrupt end to the evening together. It wasn't supposed to be different for the new client... and at the beginning, it wasn't.
She was a little surprised when a short time later he called, requested her specifically. More so when he called a third time. It was that third time when she allowed for that touch, the lightest of caresses. The third time had been a true surprise as dinner came with a dance, and with dinner, conversation. They shouldn't have clicked, shared any sense of chemistry, but they had and did... and she was helpless when he called her personally the next time. More and more she found her rules bending until one night... they broke.
The next time he called she tried to refuse him and that was when she realized why she had all those rules to begin with.
Looking For: The client. I'd like to start this story from when he first requests her and play through as it develops into her breaking her rules, letting the relationship between them blossom until realizing she's gone too far. From there I have some ideas how it could play out as his interest in her has not diminished but heightened with a need to possess.
The King's Mistress • Historical Fiction or Fantasy
A pregnant, otherwise frigid Queen, instructs one of her Ladies to become the King's mistress.
There had been much that Lady Annabelle Gray anticipated when she'd been brought to the capital for her (twice removed) cousin's court, her Royal Majesty, the Queen. She played the harp and sang well enough, falling into an easy pattern of playing for the Queen in the afternoons among the rest of the duties that had been placed upon her. It wasn't long before she saw why the rumors had spread about her cousin -- the Queen was cold. She showed little affection and when she did, it was done with a chilling calculation that often left Belle with a queasy feeling. Strict with her ladies, the slightest error could provoke an icy wrath that even those not being punished could do little but squirm and wish to flee. The facade was only softened in public, enough warmth coming through so as not to terrify the average citizen upon sight.
However, what she hadn't expected most of all was the instruction that came just days after the Queen's pregnancy was confirmed -- by Her Majesty's command she was to become the King's mistress. Focused on producing an heir, the King had not taken a mistress in the past two years, since their marriage. Now, the Queen wanted someone she could feasibly control, and her sweet, innocent cousin was just who she knew her husband's eye would wander to. The Queen's instruction? For Belle to be placed within the King's sight and for her to encourage his attentions, despite Belle's own protests.
Except the Queen's schemes weren't being overlooked and everything was hanging by a thread for Her Majesty who soon found herself with the real threat of being replaced.
Seeking: The King. Seeing this with quite a bit of political/social intrigue and the Queen being severely outplayed by the King, as well as including reluctant non-con.
To Pay A Debt • Modern
Debts must always be paid. It was one of the first lessons his father taught him, one that remained imprinted in him from a young age. Their family should never shy away from offering help and protection, of ensuring those around them – those loyal to their family as so many were – but nothing was ever freely given. There was always a price to be paid, always a debt to collect, no matter how long it may be until that that payment was called in.
Years ago, when he was still young and new to the world, his father granted a favor to one of the smaller families. At the time no one thought much of it; the family in question was relatively influential and many knew the favor had been granted due to the Don and the senior of the family having grown up together in the homeland. The favor itself was a paltry sum, one paid back within just months, but still the family name was written down and beside it an asterix – notation of a debt owed. Years later, after the passing of one Don and the dawning of a new power, the son he’d meticulously and ruthlessly groomed, that debt was finally called in and there was only one form of payment being allowed:
The family’s daughter.
Some ideas on how it can go from the basic set up, but very welcome to other ideas, too:
• The daughter is still rather young when taken from her parents, he deciding to take her then in order to groom and mold her as she grows. Beyond future wife/breeding mate, could opt for a pet or simply wanted as much control over her upbringing as possible. This could also further develop a sense of Daddy/daughter relation, if that’s a path you’d like to explore.
• She becomes his at sixteen, perhaps just a few days after the unexpected lavish event – paid for by him, unknown to her at the time – or he comes for her at the end of the night.
• This wasn’t something planned, not initially, until a year after the death of his first wife and he’s become focused on the need to expand his family. When looking over the old debt books of his father’s he discovers this one and approaches her first directly – she’s 18-22, perhaps the last member of her family after a series of unfortunate events (illness, accidents), and the only one that can pay off the debt her family owes.
• The new Don orchestrates the downfall of the family or the need for them to go back to him/his family for further assistance. Or, after simple research into the family, discovering how prolific with child bearing they have been for generations, he selects her specifically.
Seeking: The new Don.
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