Have Fun Storming the Castle

So this is the first time I've done a role-playing story, so bear with me. Just to be clear, I'm only interested in role-playing, not pics, calls, webcams, or meet-ups.

The setting is this:

Recently, everlasting night has fallen on the world, leaving monsters and the like to flourish. Humans, elves, nymphs, and all manner of benevolent beings have been forced to flee their homes and take refuge in the nearest underground dwarven fort. The dwarven doors have masterfully build to last centuries, but the intermittent assault by the monsters of the surface threatens to breach the doors in mere months.

One of the dwarven forts, Obstark, has a secret tunnel leading up to one of the monsters' castles. This is where the Sun is being held captive. To free the sun, a group of adventurers must navigate the castle to reach the top where they must slay the Lady of the Night. The castle is full of many foes such as ogres, succubi, demons, and folk of that nature.

One night, the Dwarven lord of that fort proclaimed that any adventurers who seek to band together to defeat the forces of darkness should meet at the foot of the tunnel, marked by a single torch of blue flame. There would be a handsome reward for them, but more importantly, the fate of the world and the lives of the people were at stake.

Who will answer the call?

A frost nymph leaned against the lamppost, then straightened back up, shifting nervously. It was tough to stand still when the situation was so serious- those who ventured forth may not even make it past the first floor.

She anxiously gripped handfuls of her ice-blue dress, her large eyes of matching color searched the paths for someone else to show up. She was about 5'2" with dainty facial features. Her small lips were lacking in color, tinged slightly with the same blue. Her long white hair was tied up in a messy bun, drawing attention to her long, pointed ears. Although the dress was not low-cut, one could see her a little bit of cleavage from her C-cup breasts. They bounced a little bit as she continued to shift.

She didn't want to go alone.

I like your set up here, but I would get a better sense if there were a sentence or two about why she showed up. It also seems bizarre that no one else has. Is that a set up for late arrivals or for her going solo?

Roger that. Happy to add more background. Late arrivals will probably be incorporated as prisoners in the castle that our adventurers happen to stumble upon and rescue.

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Merill had decided to show up early since she had been tossing and turning all night anyway. She didn't necessarily want to go, but she was one of the only frost nymphs that wasn't injured in the sudden assault on her home forest. She had watched in horror as it burned to the ground. Frost nymphs that had been in the villages were caught by surprise and had been helpless to run away in the blazing heat. They simply lay there sweating and trembling, waiting for the demonic flames to consume them.

She probably would have died too if she hadn't been swimming in the lake- that was how most of the survivors had made it. Once the flames had drawn near, injured nymphs and creatures alike had run for the lake and taken refuge. The remaining frost nymphs had just enough time to lift half of the lake water and freeze it, leaving just enough room for non-water folk to breath between the water and ice.

She shuddered at the memory. It was all so frightening, but she was determined to help free the sun to save her remaining kin. It was about time for the other adventurers to show up if there were any who volunteered or were hired.

I assumed that she was simply the first and it was an invitation for others to post a character?

TheWhiteBull said:

I assumed that she was simply the first and it was an invitation for others to post a character?

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Yep. That's exactly what's going on here. Feel free to post a character; the adventure has not begun yet.

Merek walked down the tunnel to the appointed place, seeing only a single, small figure already there. He had decided to join this expedition to prove himself. As a tiefling, he was barely tolerated in the dwarven fortress with members of all the other races distrusting him because of his heritage. He stood next to the blue nymph under the blue flame, noting the sideways glances and also the contrast.

He stood quite taller than her at almost six feet, and had pinkish skin, complimented by bright red pupils and dark red horns sweeping back with medium length jet-black locks matched by his leather armor.

Merill squinted as a tall figure appeared down the tunnel in the dim light. As he drew closer, she saw that he was a tiefling of all things. Wouldn't the tieflings ally with the forces of darkness? She had only ever seen one from a distance as she had lived a relatively sheltered life in her forest village. However, she had always been told to watch out for them, as it was said that their dark bloodline influenced their nature. Was it even safe to travel with him, she wondered.

She was at a loss. She thought that maybe she should greet him and introduce herself, but was worried that she might accidentally say something offensive; it would certainly be disadvantageous to have him angry at her. She glanced at him next to her, lowering her eyes again as she struggled for words. Looking up at him a second time, she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Not wanting to look weird, she closed her mouth and quickly looked away.

He looked so intimidating, towering over her. By the looks of him, he was physically much stronger than she. Merill was certainly dainty, but that made her extremely quick and agile. She could probably dodge him well enough and fend him off with ice magic, but if he caught her, she imagined that he could literally rip her arms off. His horns were very distracting as well-she couldn't help but be a little curious about them.

Merill decided to compromise by focusing her eyes on a nearby statue as she spoke, "Hello. I'm Merill, one of the frost nymphs. My forest was destroyed, so I'm going to help in any way I can if it means that my people can return to the surface safely. I- I'm glad you're volunteering as well. Not to assume! I mean you could have been hired to do this. Not to say that I don't think you would volunteer!" Panic crept into her voice as cold mist escaped her lips with each word she spoke. Her body was as rigid as ice as she braced herself for a reply.

Merek listened as the nymph stammered through a greeting. He’d mer a few folks like her before. More often it was rude stares, sly comments or the not-so subtle movement away from him. Every once in a while though someone was awkwardly and overly nice as if in an attempt to make up for all the rest. He knew he should return the attempt at politeness but a life like his took its toll and manners were something he was sorely lacking.

Dropping his rucksack on the smooth tunnel floor and sitting himself down on it, he pulled out his falchion and began to sharpen the curved blade. He also carried a large dagger as well as a brace of smaller throwing knives on each thigh. Flicking his tail absentmindedly he inspected the nymph more closely. She must be a magic user of some sort if she thought the thin clothing she wore would be enough protection. He hoped someone else with a big shield and heavier armor than him showed up to take care of the tiny thing.

Merill furrowed her brow. It would have been easier if he had said something angry or responded back politely. As it was, she couldn't get a read on what his thoughts were. Sharpening his blade wasn't exactly the most reassuring response, but it mostly seemed like he was ignoring her. The only acknowledgement she received was when she noticed him sizing her up.

She deflated a little. Did he consider her not even worthy of his time, she wondered. She sighed and raised her hands, eyes softly glowing. A ring on each of her index fingers twinkled. If one looked closely, the white crystals were constantly swirling, like little snowglobes. Ice grew gracefully from the ground and shaped itself into a small sofa. Her little pack had been lying nearby so she grabbed it and used it as a pillow, laying on her stomach with her face turned to watch the entrance.

She hadn't noticed his tail before she saw it flick; she didn't know that tieflings had tails. She wondered whether he had to cut holes in his clothes and armor for it, or if it was situated so that he didn't have to. Merill wondered if it he could grab things with it or whether it simply had a mind of its own.

Shifting, she moved onto her back, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. "Do you miss the outside?" she asked, quietly.

When the nymph plopped herself down nearby Merek was able to get a nice view of her backside. She may have been small but she had some attractive curves; her thin shift didn’t do much to hide the shape of her body. Then she asked him a question and he answered without pausing from his task:

“A little I suppose. It was better up there than crammed so close to everyone down here.”

"I miss it too. I was never out and about when the sun was hot, but in the spring and fall it was cool enough for me to lay in a field and nap. Sometimes it would rain and I would get drenched," she smiled wistfully. "Sometimes I would miscalculate the temperature and end up getting caught in a heat wave. Frost nymphs can't stand the heat, you know. I had to be carried back to camp by whichever nymph happened to be passing by- mostly the ones who tend to the plants."

She yawned and stretched, moving her hands behind her head. Her breasts rose and fell with her breaths. She was pleased she had gotten him to say something. Her hope was that the more she spoke with him, the less intimidating he would be. She enjoyed his voice too. It was much more masculine that a lot of the nymphs she knew, and had a richness she was quite fond of.

She kept talking. If she talked like this outside they’d be dead within an hour. Finishing with his blade and placing it in its scabbard he placed the floor. Despite her annoying voice the nymph had nice features and just the right type of fleshiness to her. If he was forced to drag her along at the very least he could use her as bait or a desperate sacrifice. Intent on any hint of movement or noise further down the tunnel but sensing none he made up his mind to wait no longer. Without speaking he tossed his pack over his shoulder and moved to open the gate.

She scrambled up from the sofa, grabbing her pack. Swiftly, she quickly caught up to him. Reaching out, she intended to grab his arm but thought better of it and withdrew. It seemed he was intent to storm the castle himself, but she couldn't let him go without at least herself to back him up and heal him if need be.

They reached a seemingly dead-end, but upon closer inspection they saw that it was a well-hidden door. It looked to open outward, probably to prevent anyone on the other side from accidentally pushing it open and revealing the tunnel.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked, knowing already what his answer would be.

Before opening the door he knelt down in front of her pale, pretty face. Not failing to notice the generous cleavage beneath that, he brought his gaze back up and looked her in the eyes.

“This is your chance to turn back. I can take care of myself but I don’t know that I can fight well enough for two of us. There are things out there that would love nothing more than to tear into your cute little body and defile you in a thousand ways you’ve never dreamed of.”

She blinked, her white eyelashes looked as if snowflakes had landed and refused to melt. Now that he was closer, she got a better look at his face and discovered that he was actually quite handsome. Her icy eyes met his bright red gaze. Reaching out, she rested her hand on his shoulder. His light red skin was hot to the touch, but she held her hand there reassuringly. Whether she was trying to reassure him or herself, she wasn't sure anymore.

In an uncharacteristically solemn way, she spoke, "I won't say I'm not frightened, but I need to do this. I can't wait in a cave for the day when the doors break down. It would be the same. At least this way there's a chance I can stop it from happening to the rest of them." She gave him a small smile.

"But hopefully it will not come to that; I'm not completely helpless, you know. I'm an ice mage and healer. I'd wager I'm faster that most in the castle. "

He simply grunted in acknowledgement and set to work opening the door. As they stepped through and closed it back he withdrew his blade and led the way, signaling for her to be silent. As they began to slink into darkness he couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t mind defiling her a bit himself...

They seemed to have exited in the middle of a long hallway. Where they were exactly, she couldn't say. However, they must be on the lowermost floor. There was no one else there in the area, and it was so quiet that every sound they made echoed a bit. This was disconcerting to her, as it made her hyper-aware of any noise she made.

She agreed that his intention to be as quiet as possible was a sound decision.

This was it. There was no turning back.

Down the hall, a torch flickered on, casting shadows. One by one, more torches began to light themselves until the entire hallway was lit.

"Why, what a handsome man you are, my pet." A soft, seductive voice came from behind them. They turned to see a tall woman with light purple skin and a winning smile. Her lips were full, glossy, and black, one couldn't help but be drawn to them. black horns protruded from her long raven hair and curled in horizontal spirals. A leathery black tail could be seen flicking side to side like a cat's.

"Are you new here, tiefling? What are you doing with that frost nymph? Oh wait, I think I can guess." The woman chuckled and put her hands on her hips. Her long floor-length dress was sleeveless and extremely form-fitting. Every curve of hers was on display, and there were definitely curves to go around.

"But if you two are about to have some fun, then why is she not bound? Is she not a prisoner?" Her eyes were soft and golden, welcoming and friendly. If one hadn't been paying attention, they wouldn't have seen the split flash of suspicion.

Merill looked at the woman wide-eyed. Should they continue the ruse, or attack the woman? She guessed that this woman was a succubus, and not a weak one. Frost nymphs were granted healing powers from the mother of the forest, thus they typically possessed great magical energy. Energy which would be a large meal for a succubus; so much so that it may take more than one session to drain her.

If that were to happen, she would be drained to the point of being unable to walk. However, perhaps the lady simply wanted to have some fun with her handsome companion. That was surely the best-case scenario since she would likely avoid sucking out the life energy of an ally. What if she called for guards to escort Merill away, though, separating them?

Her neck snapped toward the tiefling, a realization dawning. What if he betrayed her? This was definitely an opportune time to do so if he wanted to save his own neck with minimal effort. Maybe he only went with her to defect to the other side. She had a hard time believing that since he had kindly warned her to stay behind, but the seeds of doubt had already sprouted. Merill knew she stood no chance if the two of them teamed up against her. She considered making a run for it. If he joined her in taking the succubus down, though, she was mostly sure they could win the fight.

Thinking as quickly as he could Merek sized up the situation. He knew he could take the succubus but he hadn’t wanted any attention drawn to them at all, let alone this quickly. Deciding to play along for as long as he could until forced to fight. Hoping the nymph wouldn’t panic he adopted a relaxed pose and addressed the she-demon.

“This one doesn’t need any chains” he said as convincingly as he could. “I’ve had her long enough now that she’s too well trained for that. As to your other question, yes I’m new to these parts. Had to leave my friends because everybody wanted a turn with her and I’m a little possessive of my playthings if you catch my drift”.

Now he just had to hope she bought it.

Was he bluffing? Merill hesitated, unsure. Deciding to wait just a little longer to see how things played out.

"A nymph with no chains? how interesting." The succubus raked the nymphs body with her eyes, they gleamed hungrily. "How rude of me, I didn't even introduce myself. I am Alaya, seductress and manager of this dungeon." She sauntered over to the nymph and circled, continuing to examine.

"I must admit that nymphs are quite a delicacy, frost nymphs are like..." she licked her lips, "Cherry syrup on shaved ice. Sweet and cold." She turned to Merek and grinned, sharp white teeth on display "What would you ask of me for this nymph? I understand you're protective of your property, but I can get you things you can't even imagine."

Merill flinched. She hated the feeling of this woman's eyes searching every inch of her body. She felt very exposed, especially when Alaya would cross behind her.

“Well there are a few things I could use, and new friends are always helpful” he replied. “Still, I would be loathe to part with such a well trained pet. Perhaps we could come to some other sort of arrangement. Its been a while since Ive had any fun with someone I could consider an equal.”

Merel stalked over to the succubi’s side and slid an arm around her voluptuous waist, turning her to face him. “Or are you uninterested in someone with a little more meat in between their legs?”

Her grin grew wider. "So bold, tiefling! I like you." she gently had him sheath his weapon, before snaking her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts against him. "I haven't had a tiefling lover in years; I remember him being very well-endowed. Ogres are well-endowed and there are plenty of them here, but they know nothing of intimacy."

She kissed him hard on the mouth, invading it with her tongue. Her breath was hot and her mouth sweet. She twisted her slick tongue around his, rubbing and swirling around it. Every now and then she would withdraw and suck his lip, occasionally nipping it. There was a hunger to her, she was the embodiment of desire.

Merill looked away, embarrassed. She felt like she was intruding on this bizarre turn of events. A sigh escaped her lips; she realized she had been holding her breath. She was relieved that he had successfully saved her from being molested. Now, she was wondering what their next move would be. Did he actually intend to bed her, or was he waiting for his chance to make a surprise attack. Her rings glowed and two ice daggers appeared in her hands as her eyes found Alaya's neck.

Merek couldn’t see Merill creeping up, occupied as he was with Alaya’s kiss. She was so passionate, her taste so sinful that it threatened to overwhelm him. Threatened to undo his impromptu plan.

With great difficulty he pulled back from her lips and reached up, grabbing and tearing off her tight black gown, causing her large breasts to spill out. “Oh I am bold indeed, as well as many other things I’m sure you’ll admire.” He growled as he reached behind her to pull her hair and arch her neck as his other hand snaked down and began working the moistness between her thighs.

“Now I’d be happy to fuck you for free dear, but we were speaking of favors. I plan to offer my services at the castle and I’m sure you know the way. So what do you say? Take us there and I’ll show you all the intimacy and imagination your other lovers lack.”

"Ah!" The gold chain between her pierced nipples bounced as her breasts did when they were freed from their cloth prison. The jewel adorning her navel glimmered in the light, a small jeweled tassel swaying from side to side.

He felt her shiver. Her mask of control slipped for a moment as she reveled in the power he was employing. It wasn't long before she recovered, however. "Mm, I am certainly the most powerful succubus in this castle, but there are others on the higher floors." She started grinding against his fingers. "It's so boring here now that we are in the midst of eternal night."

His fingers went deeper and started to explore more of her womanhood. She gasped when a particularly sensitive spot was brushed. Panting, she looked back up to him and gave him a positively devilish smile, a rune etched above her cleavage started to glow. "I swear to you that I will take you to the highest level of the castle, and not harm either of you if you do as you say. Do you swear it? Do you swear to make me satisfied?" She started fondling her breasts gently.

Merill stopped in her tracks, her daggers lowering. She had never thought of coercing the demon, but now that the idea was presented, she begrudgingly admitted that it was a good one. She recognized the rune from one of her books. Succubi live for deals, but deals would not be as enticing if they weren't binding. The rune would bind her and Merek to that promise.

“I promise to take you to bliss if you take us to the top, unharmed and unbetrayed.” Merek unbuckled his sword belt and unlaced his breeches, letting both fall to the floor to reveal an already erect member, red and long and thick. In a swift show of strength, he grabbed Alaya by the waist and lifted the succubus above his head, setting her on his shoulders. He reached back and grabbed her ample buttocks as her thighs wrapped around his head and his tongue explored her further, tasting her juices and flicking against her clit.

She had not expected to be lifted to his mouth, perching on his shoulders. It was a welcome surprise.

A deep hearty growl passed her lips as his mouth made contact. "Such a stickler for details. What am I going to do with you?" She could feel the heat from his breath, the curiosity and insistence of his tongue. She grabbed his horns to steady herself, but as much as she tried, she could not stop her body from trembling. Each time she felt his tongue pass over her clit, a wave of pleasure flowed through her.

Her long leathery tail delicately wrapped around his cock, pulling it masterfully. The very tip of her tail teased the slit of his penis. She hadn't had the chance to fully appreciate the visual, but she was tingling with anticipation. She was very close.

She moaned loudly. "Alright! I accept your terms!" The lit rune on her chest faded to a deep black color. "Let me cum, you wicked thing," The command itself may have sounded powerful, but he could hear the desperation leaking into her voice.

Merill gawked at the size of it, frozen in place by the shock.