ROLEPLAY HQ - a-sensual-greeting

Trigger warnings: CNC, Blackmail, violence, sexual violence, enslavement, manipulation, drug use. More tbd.

The world as humans knew it had one dimension – a reality in which living creatures were born, survived, thrived or despaired, then eventually died. Little did they know, there were so many more versions of this fragile reality of theirs; one bleak reflection housing their departed loved ones unable to pass through to the next, another entirely unrecognizable to them, the realm of demons, a realm of other creatures neither living nor dead, the realm of dreams and the realm of fears. Zrixieth’s realm was the realm of demons, a shadowed word similar to the mortal world but filled with unspeakable horrors and unimaginable beauty all at once. Most of her kind were trapped within that realm, however, and a very few selected creatures were able to pass through the barrier separating them from the mortals. But she could. She could pass through many realms, including the one of dreams. She would float across the skies at night in the mortal world, unassuming like a shapeless shadow. With flighty aviation to hurl herself over the many continents, countries, cities, and neighborhood rooftops, she could shift seamlessly through many realities at once and never truly exist within one or the other. Only on a rare occasion would birds scatter around her as soon as she flew close, following her shadowy form in a frantic pattern to chase her away - driven by instinct and seeing more than the mortal, feeble human mind could even begin to comprehend. That night, Zrixieth was hunting, soaring where the winds brought her, searching for a soul to visit. The dreaming humans beneath her slept soundly, neatly tucked under their comforters and curled up in vulnerability.

09:31

When her mind found a restless soul, red eyes flashed within the shadowed shape for a second and she swiftly changed direction. It was a male, tossing in his sleep, his mind filled with countless desires, unmet and unfulfilled. As the shadow dashed across the rooftop and searched for an entrance to the human’s domain, the winds howled slightly louder as she found a way and slithered into the chimney, following it down. The living room below was dark, her shadow form perfectly cloaked as it swirled like smoke out from the chimney and into the room. She had made an error and the human was now above her, not below. Finding stairs, she drifted up them with swirling tendrils, drawn to a particular bedroom door. Little would stop her; she was too close to turn back. Her shadow seeped through the gap beneath the door before slinking closer to the bed with the sleeping male. Slowly she rose from the floor and took the shape of a human, materializing just enough to reveal the outline of a red-eyed female with horns. She stared down at the male, leaning closer to him while her mind wormed its way into his dreams. The human male turned on the bed, a grunting moan escaped his mouth while she revealed herself to him in his dream as the woman of his deepest, darkest desire. How innocent he was, yet so potent with unspent potential. Zrixieth smiled, sharp fangs glistening in the sparse light of the room while her form flickered in and out of existence between the realms she could inhabit. Her eyes glowed slightly darker as she sunk deeper into his dream, taking control. @Deleted User

He’d been having trouble with his wife for months. Ever since they got married, she stopped being as nasty. The woman was cold to him and somewhat cruel, unwilling to do anything but missionary. She was upset because she believed he didn’t want a child. And she would be right! They never even talked about kids and the part that really bugged him was that she seemed to be on a timeline. Over the course of the past few weeks, she stopped even taking her clothes all the way off. It was actually bothering him and despite what he had thought, she may not be ‘The One’. Though, he supposed that no one ever really knew anyone. In the end, despite his various accomplishments, his many riches and vast powers… he was being blue balled. Constantly! But he let a grin spread across his face, an erotic dream making him enjoy himself. Groaning, he couldn’t help the shiver that went down his spine as she touched him. This was no dream he’d had before, it was so utterly real he nearly believed it to be heaven. Smirking, he grabbed her throat and brought her close, surprisingly struggling. That made his eyes narrow, and it seemed like the she had caught on. Frowning, he snapped his fingers and the flowery fields transformed into something else. A black cell with a white chair. A Black Box. The ultimate defense of a wizard against mental attacks. The space that manifested usually reflected the wizard’s personality. His Black Box was a ruthlessly cruel experience, made to force the target through unbearable torture. The girl he was playing with now sat down in that chair, chained up. Walking over, he grabbed her jaw and made her head tilt up. There was a moment where she tried to not look into his eyes and that made him smirk. Only a few creatures would be able to sense his mind magic. Leering down at her, his smile was wide, sharp and eerie. Chuckling slowly, his lips came to a mocking pout as his head tilted to the side “Did you think you’d have a hot meal?”