Welcome to the medieval fantasy world of Kryrin! Live your life as the powerful Duke or Duchess of the Kingdom of Beuvrin. Become a highly respected noble and loyal to the crown or an infamous tyrant, earn your own reputation and shape your own little fantasy story in this world of deception and politics, you will remain loyal to your kingdom or you will become independent and forge your own Kingdom, you will be marked in history forever or you will be forgotten. NSFW and violence are allowed, but your actions will have consequences if you don't know how to handle them. Complete your details: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Attitude: Noble lineage: Name of your dukedom: summary of your character: Specify your initial scenario:
As I'm a young Duke, a young man as I'm a White human male as my name is Felix As I come from The noble lineage of godine As i'm the youngest duke to take over my noble family as i'm only eighteen as I'm a very kind man to all helping anyone and everyone even hoping out any other race without anything in return. Even monsters that have heightened intelligence to know how to speak. I show them compassion and kindness, no matter what. Is right now currently I'm going to the minotaur clan because apparently The Queen of the minotaurs is wanting to give me a gift Because I was able to save her entire clan and people by giving Them all noble protection from my clan and since My noble clan is only second that to royalty. It was very easy, so right now I'm in a carriage going to the minotaur clan To meet with the minotaur Queen.
The kingdom of Beuvrin is vast and diverse, ruled over by the noble house of Goden for generations. You, Lord Felix of Goden, have recently ascended to your throne as the youngest Duke in history at the tender age of eighteen. Your kind and compassionate nature has gained you favor among many, even those thought to be lesser creatures by other nobles. The carriage ride to the minotaur clan takes several hours through lush forests and towering mountains, but your equine steeds seem to navigate the terrain effortlessly. Finally, the caravan arrives at a grand stone archway which leads into a bustling village populated entirely by minotaurs. Their massive forms and gruff demeanors speak of their beastial heritage, but you've seen firsthand how they can also exhibit intelligence and empathy when treated with respect and understanding. A guard standing tall beside the archway eyes your approach warily before stepping aside to allow your party entry into the minotaur clan's territory...
As I'm really just by myself in the carriage, as I didn't get any protection. As I truly helped every and any species, even all of the goblins in the forest is giving them safe areas to build, basically becoming an honorary goblin, even learning the languages of many of our species as I get out of the carriage happily going to the main hut, the main meeting hall, where the? Minotaur Queen is.
The minotaurs eye you suspiciously as you make your way through their village, but you wave and nod to them politely. Some of the females coo and nuzzle at you like overgrown dogs, while the males grunt in acknowledgement before returning to their tasks of crafting weapons and armor or training in the sparring pits. The main hut stands before you, its massive doors carved with intricate designs depicting the great deeds of minotaur heroes. A lone guard stands at attention as you approach, their hooves clacking against the stone floor in unison. You muster up your most confident and respectful demeanor before addressing them...
Hello, there Avery It's fantastic to meet you I want to know how your people are. Are there any troubles? Do you need any of my help? I will give you more of it if you do. I simply say to the Queen of the minotaurs Avery She's a rare minotaur in herself with completely Black & white Fur standing twice the size of a normal minotaur As I look into her eyes respectively, trying not to look at her womanly features. Because that would be rude, no matter how impossibly massive, they are and impossibly muscular she is. As I Just want to know if she needs any more help As I happily approach her as she licks her lips when she lays her eyes on me as I wonder what her gift is.
The minotaur queen, Avery, regards you with interest and curiosity. Her eyes gleam with amusement as she watches you struggle not to stare at her impressive physique. "Young Felix," she rumbles, her voice deep and commanding. "It is good to see that our gift has been received so warmly. And to answer your question, no, we do not require further assistance at this time." Her black-and-white fur bristles slightly as she leans in closer, the scent of musk filling the air between you. "Though I must admit," she continues with a grin, "it is rather refreshing to see someone who doesn't treat us like animals to be dominated and controlled."
Her amusement fades as she straightens up, her golden eyes locked onto yours. "Felix of Goden," Avery intones gravely, "I hereby grant you this gift: a token of my people's gratitude and our everlasting loyalty to the house of Goden." She holds out a gleaming chest plate engraved with intricate minotaur artwork. "Wear this as proof that you have earned the trust and respect of Avery, Queen of the Minotaurs."
As I Smiled warmly at her putting on the chest plate right away. As it's a beautiful fit. As I'm not a fighter quite far from it. I'm a lover and a talker, but I will wear this armor as a sign of respect and a sign of my acceptance But then the minotaur guards and everyone else start to leave except for me and Avery as they slammed the doors behind them.As I look around as I do remember, the fact that Avery is a single minotaur Queen, as she's never found any species.Or any minotaur worthy of her As my eyes immediately widened as I slowly look at her as I think. I'm starting to get what the second gift is As I swallow nervously.
The silence that falls between you is thick and uncomfortable, but you maintain eye contact with Avery nonetheless. Her golden eyes bore into yours, searching for a reaction. You feel a mixture of nervousness and anticipation welling up inside you. It's clear she has something important to say; the only question now is what that might be.
With a slow exhale, Avery paces around the room before finally stopping in front of you again. "Felix...," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know that I find you... different." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "You treat us with respect and understanding where others do not. It's refreshing... and rather intoxicating." The tension in the air grows thicker as she takes another step closer to you.
Her warm breath fanning across your face, Avery speaks again. "Perhaps... perhaps we could find some common ground between our people. Something more than mere alliance or trade agreement..." She pauses, her eyes searching yours once more for any sign of how you feel about this offer. "What do you think?"
I would be honored to be your husband. I simply say with a massive blush as I know exactly what she wants. I know she wants me to be her mate. As I delicately put my hand on her cheek as she has to lean down for me to do it. As I delicately kiss her on the lips to show that I accept.
The room seems to grow smaller, more claustrophobic, as you and Avery share an intimate moment that will undoubtedly change your lives forever. Her lips press against yours with surprising tenderness, given her immense strength and size; it's almost as if she's testing the waters, trying to gauge how this new dynamic between you will play out.
You feel her tongue dart out, tentatively tracing the contours of your mouth before exploring further. Her grip on your body loosens slightly, and she seems to melt into you as their connection grows more intense. A growl rumbles through her chest, sending shivers down your spine; it's a primal sound that speaks volumes about the passion she feels for you in this moment.
When at last they break apart, both of your chests heave as if they've been wrestling. Avery looks into your eyes with an expression that is equal parts desire and devotion. "Then we shall be bound," she rasps hoarsely, her voice deeper than ever before, "by blood and bone." She smiles, revealing sharp teeth that should terrify you but somehow don't. Instead, they only serve to intensify the heat coursing through your veins.
As I know the next step as I expose my neck fully for her to fully make sure she knows that I accept my spot as her permanent lifetime mate that she can permanently Mark me as hers.
Avery's golden eyes widen slightly at your exposed throat, the blood pulsing beneath your skin. Her free hand hesitates for a moment before gently cupping your cheek, guiding her head to its intended target. She inhales deeply, nostrils flaring as she savors the scent of you that fills her senses.
Then, with surprising gentleness considering the strength behind those muscles, she presses her lips against your skin. You feel the warmth of her breath and the softness of her tongue caressing your neck, tracing intricate patterns over your flesh. She growls again, deeper this time as sensation threatens to overwhelm her. Her grip on you tightens, holding you in place as if afraid she might lose you otherwise.
As if branding herself onto you, Avery's mark begins to form; hot, wet breath against your skin as her teeth press down, leaving their impression for all eternity. Your heart races, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure and pain intertwined. When at last she pulls away, a perfect V-shaped mark adorns your throat, glowing bright red where it meets the light of the fireplace.
Her lips part, revealing sharp fangs as they curl into a satisfied smile. "Now we are truly bound," Avery whispers hoarsely, her voice still thick with desire and passion. "Together, we shall rule our people and bring peace to Kryrin." She takes your hand, squeezing it gently as she leads you towards the doorway. "The rest of our lives together await us, my love."
As I'm already ready for the next part. As we slowly start to approach the Royal chambers of her.
With a sigh, Avery nods in agreement. "Yes... I suppose we should discuss some details about our new alliance and how best to approach presenting this news to our people." She hesitates for a moment before adding with a small grin, "Though perhaps afterward, we could indulge in a little celebration?" Her golden eyes sparkle with mischief as she squeezes your hand playfully.
The walk to her royal chambers feels longer than usual under the weight of their shared knowledge and newfound connection. As you near the grand doors leading inside, servants scurry about in an effort to prepare for your arrival, casting curious glances at the pair of you as they do so.
As we make it there as I know, the mating of minotaurs is brutal. As like the barbarian woman she is. She rips off her clothing to be fully naked in front of me As she leaves on the bed as if taunting me over As she teases me a little bit because I'm a human.So she makes a slide remark that I may not be able To pleasure her or get her pregnant And that gets me kind of angry as I take off my Royal clothing including the chess plate As I may be a very skinny and scrawny. Young white human boy, but I was blessed by the gods with one other thing other than my kindness. As my monstrous, erection is on full display immediately. Shutting her up and her smug look As it's huge 53 inches long and 43 inches in girth Even my testicles being the size of a ripe watermelon As it's bigger than any minotaur she's ever seen before bigger than any stallion Or centaur As I was blessed with another thing a breeding cock As I slap it right against her stomach.
Avery's eyes widen in surprise and her lips part slightly, revealing sharp fangs even further. "Felix...," she breathes out, licking her lips. "You have no idea how much I've dreamed of feeling that inside me." Her hands trail over your body, exploring the defined muscles beneath your skin before cupping your large erection. She tilts her head back in silent acquiescence as she guides you towards her waiting form on the bed.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps your name, urging you closer still. The heat from their bodies mingles, creating a sultry atmosphere that would be suffocating if not for the constant flow of air from the nearby fireplace. As her moist heat envelopes you, she arches her back and bites down on her bottom lip, urging you to take her. Her hips move in time with your thrusts, her claws raking against your back as she comes undone beneath you.
A low growl rumbles through Avery's chest as her pleasure mounts, unabated by the size difference between you and echoing around the room like a musical instrument played to perfection. Her eyes roll back in her head, focusing solely on your face as her body trembles with release after release, milking every last drop of ecstasy from you before finally collapsing, panting and spent, onto the rumpled bedding.
But I'm not done I hold her tightly with my full body Grabbing one of her nipples, as I know that minotaur's lactate naturally As I drink her milk greatly as she thinks this is sex. No, this is a breeding session as I get immediately. Rougher violently thrusting as I'm really trying to put a baby inside of her a human baby As with every thrust, I hit her directly in the minotaur womb A place untouched by anyone before in history As I hit the direct back of it, every thrust as I look her in the eyes as I drink her milk as I make sure she knows well that I may be submissive and a loving partner but in the bedroom, I'm the master.
The pleasure Avery experiences at your vigorous thrusts and dominance is intensified tenfold by your rough handling and her body's natural reactions to it. Her moans become more animalistic, punctuated with words of encouragement and praise in a language only she and her kind can understand. You feel the muscles of her sex grip you tighter as her climax builds once again, more powerful than any before it. With a roar that echoes through the chamber, Avery's body arches off the bed, claws raking against your back as she comes undone around you for a second, third time.
Her milk flows freely now, coating both of your bodies as she expels orgasm after orgasm onto the sheets beneath her. Your breathing is ragged and harsh from exertion, but it's nothing compared to hers; she pants like an animal in heat, her lungs burning with the effort to draw air into her massive body.
Finally, as your thrusts begin to slow, Avery collapses back onto the bed once more, spent and satisfied. Her golden eyes are glassy with passion as they meet yours, reflecting all that has transpired between you. She smiles weakly, breath still coming in harsh gasps as she traces a finger down your chest, dipping into your navel before trailing higher, stopping at the perfect mark on your throat.
"Together... we shall make history," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Our children will rule Kryrin and bring peace to our people." She kisses you softly, tenderly, her lips warm against yours before pulling away with a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.