/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

I'm not too good at ERP but I love to read it; how about I set the setting.

It's 2am Friday Night/Saturday Morning and the Centaur's Head Inn is bustling with the noise of drunken patrons winding down from the trials of the last week. A bard plays a wistful note on his lute near the bar, where the bartender catches your eye.

"Hello stranger, can I get you something to drink?"

So, are you looking for this to be like the orgy thread, ie roleplaying on the board, rather than a discussion thread? Just with a fixed setting?

>>55952

Much like the orgy thread yes, although the setting doesn't have to be fixed, just the theme (medieval fantasy). The Inn setting was just an idea, I'm kinda new here so i don't really have much of an idea of how to get the ball rolling, but i would love a medieval fantasy roleplay thread

>>55962

The elf's sharp ears pick up the roaring voice from across the tavern, twitching and glancing behind her at the mention of a "good view". She catches him looking over at her, then turns back down to stare into her drink in silence for a minute. Elves and dwarves are not typically known for getting along all that well, but…

Mind if I join you? she asks, sitting across the table from him before he can answer, her tankard of mead in hand. He'll make better company than the sad bottom of her drink, she reasons. And if he doesn't, well, she can always just leave.

Renna, she says, introducing herself simply.

>>56008

Fuck being an adult and having to work.

With a welcoming look, the Dwarf nods to the Elvish guard. Aye…you can jest help yourself to whatever you like, lass! Here, allow me..! He waves down one of the bartenders. See to it here that our fine guard sees her fill in alcohol and meat! No expense is too great, and ya know I'm good 'fer it! With a wink, he nods to Renna again before slapping the buxom waitress on the rear, sending her off to the kitchen.

Aha! Introductions, of course. I am Kud'zu, or jes Kudz as the fellas call me. He throws a thumb behind him to motion out to a group of companions tending to their business outside of the Centaur's Head. Pleasure, lass! Good on ya to come around and sit with me, it would be a waste to have such fine drink on ones own, and I rarely get the chance to enjoy such fine company. With a swing of his tankard, the Dwarf's beard flows up onto the table, revealing a coarse, rugged body, weathered by decades of combat and strain. With a big gulp, he slams the empty cup on the table, making the silverware shake.

Howsabout we play a wager then, Renna? You can't come and sit widda Dwarf and not partake in some drinkin' games!! A joyful bellow escaped his gut as he slammed down hard on the table, again shaking the wares, bringing up the attention of the other patrons sitting around the two of you. He leans towards you and says And DON'T tell me ye gotta work tomorrow, er somethin'!

>>56110

The elf allows herself to smile as her new drinking companion's flirtatious words reach her ears. He certainly had more charm than some of the stuck-up nobles she's had to escort around the city on numerous occasions. Her smile twists up into an amused smirk at the sound of his challenge.

Don't worry, Kudz. Even if I did have duties tomorrow, a few drinks wouldn't stop me. And I can handle the expenses myself. I'm interested in hearing about this game though… what kind of wager are we talking about?

Planting her elbows on the table, she leans forwards in turn, meeting his challenge with a confident expression on her face. In truth, she doesn't really expect to be able to beat the dwarf at any kind of drinking game, but where would be the fun in declining? She wasn't the type of girl to back down from a challenge.

>>56354

>>56311

Drawn to the sweet scent of a warm hole pulsing with life, the tendrils slither up towards their captive, the slime lubricating their advances as they coil about her body, twisting and slithering around her limbs, wrapping around her torso and chest. As they do, a sweet scent begins to fill the air, spores being released by the strange plant life intended to placate and calm the prey in its grip, relaxing muscles and clouding over the mind. The spores also serve another purpose - to trigger a side effect of the strange goo intended to make its "meals" more… receptive to their fate. And why shouldn't they be? After all, the plant had all the nutrients it needed from the sun, the rain, and the earth, it had nothing to gain from devouring meat. Indeed, rather than death, the prey of this strange beast were far, far more likely to gain another "life" instead…

In case it wasn't clear, spores/slime combination intended to function as aphrodisiacs and brain washing, but more than happy to play along if you're not feeling that (perhaps Elves are immune to such effects?) Similarly open to the voyeur - if you'd enjoy watching her get ravaged, not going to be opposed to that, if you want to cut down the vines after they've done a bit of prep work on her and then have her all to yourself, I'm happy to oblige, and if you'd like to join the tentacles in working her over, they're certainly not going to turn down an extra source of nutrients being inserted into her~ Just let me know what works for you two, I'm happy to stick around or slither off as required

>>56354

>>56370

The elf girl continues to flail and move desperately when she suddenly sees a figure lurking nearby. Looking over to the adventurer, her eyes are filled with an earnest fear, praying that the figure will help her. She'd heard tales of what monsters like this do to their victims and she has no desire to meet the same fate. H-help! She screams in his direction at the top of her voice. Please, help me! Her pleas are soon silenced as the thick tentacles tighten around her chest, winding her and making it far harder to breathe normally. She tires herself out quickly as she struggles with all her might, but adrenaline and horror push her on for a few minutes at least, until the spores enter her lungs and start to take effect. The disgust and desire to escape remain for now, but her energy feels even more drained as her muscles loosen and relax against her will. Her senses dull and her efforts to move lessen, her body feeling weaker and less responsive.

>>56566

The vines slither and coil around the Elf's extremities, the slime pouring out ever more, a gentle heat running through her flesh where it touches under the effect of the spores, stimulating the soft flesh. A fresh set of vines slide out of the darkness and slip into her hood, pulling it back to expose her head before sliding through the girl's hair, caressing gently and matting the pale mane with the sappy substance slowly spreading all over her body. With a rumble almost like an inhalation, the plant shivers before releasing a large, concentrated burst of the spores up into the air as it slowly lowers the girl into them, as if letting a child into a bath.

>>56580

Would it be impolite to continue without our knight friend, or is it justified for the time being since he's just a voyeur for now anyway?

>>56581

I have to be off for the moment anyway, so either way I can't continue immediately. My vote is to wait 24 hours and then pick up afterward?

>>56582

Alrighty then, I'll wait until either tomorrow or I see a reply from him before making mine.

>>56583

I don't think he's coming back at this point

>>56803

Yeah, sorry, I just got really busy for a time myself. I'll get back to it within the next hour or so.

>>56918

No rush, life is like that - I'm headed off to work right now myself, so don't feel rushed to get anything done right now.

>>56580

As the elf's cries for help are suffocated by the cloud of spores, the touch of the slithering tendrils gradually becomes less and less disturbing. The slime oozing along her skin and hair feels less sickening and almost… soothing. The figure watching nearby leaves her thoughts and soon she finds herself thinking of little but the bed of tentacles writhing beneath her. She feels a warmth building up inside her, a warmth that seems so wrong… but she doesn't fight it any more. As she watches the wriggling appendages, a desire rises up within her, a desire stronger than any she had ever felt before. She opens her mouth again, but not to scream this time, nor to speak at all. She breathes heavily, but her lips remain parted, waiting, inviting.

>>56949

As if on cue, a single vine snakes its way up the Elf's lithe form, slipping up her belly, between her breasts and up her neck, at last brushing along her lips, trailing that increasingly comfortable slime the whole way. The tip rubs along the girl's nose, almost seeming to kiss her there as more of its spores float into her nostrils before slipping back down, this time finding the welcoming entrance the Elvish archer had opened for it and slipping in, fitting in as if it had always belonged there, rocking in and out slowly as it feeds her a new slime, a sweet yet earthy concoction that seems to revitalize her, making her feel healthy and full. Meanwhile, as if to praise the girl for her cooperation, the tendrils worming through her hair rub all over the girl's scalp, as new tentacles slip in to caress and stroke her all over, a thousand gentle lovers expressing gratitude with their touch, all the while rubbing the slime into her flesh some more as fresh batches replace the former.

>>56977

Her mouth closes around the thick vine, letting it fit comfortably as it pushes back and forth, her lips gliding along its slimy length as it thrusts gently. Her tongue dances with the tendril, rubbing and caressing it, coaxing more and more of that delicious concoction from its oozing tip. The hundreds of tiny limbs stroking and soothing her feel so loving and calming, sending small waves of joy through her body over and over. Her mind is broken and she now fully belongs to the writhing mass, her new lover. She wants it to feel good… and she wants it to make her feel even better. Her flailing hands steady themselves, finding one of the thicker appendages each. Her palms and fingers close around them before starting to stroke. She doesn't even know if the creature will enjoy it, but she wants it to feel pleasure and so does what she knows from her time with humanoid lovers.

>>56992

The vines her hands wrap around seem to shiver at her attentions, leaking more slime as much to return the pleasure to her as to facilitate her stroking. The plant life could not be considered sapient in the strictest sense, but it had enough awareness to understand and appreciate its new mate's change in behavior, rewarding her by feeding her more of the strange mix - her new diet - as it begins drawing her down, closer to the source of the vines, into a curved bed of greenery, the fluids pooled in it making it a mixture of a hammock and a bathtub. Here the spores are at their strongest, intensifying the pleasurable sensations of the slime that she now is laying in, tentacles relaxing their grip on her flesh both to let the bath soak in all the better to every submerged part of her body as to convey to the Elf's pleasure-addled mind that she was not being held against her will, that she was happy to be here in her lover's grasp, soaking in its essence.

>>55951

A tall, thin man, with clean-shaven, filigrane features but a cruel, aristocratic disdain wreathing around his dark lips, nods at the bartender. A plain, dark but obviously high-quality cloak hangs from his shoulders, almost hiding the slender sword and the two daggers hanging from his belt, almost hiding his expensive clothes. He places a big silver coin on the counter, turning it nimbly between his long digits.

"Red wine. The whole bottle, and a clean goblet. And you can have five more of these little silver friends" he flicks the coin into the barkeeper's hands, "as a vain well deserved, if you point me towards an able freelancer looking for work." His lips twitch. "Or a wench with a clean neck and loose morals, I could use one of those too."

Throwing my hat into the ring. It's going to be very slow though for a few days. Looking for girls, mostly.

>>58963

Looking for any particular kind of wench? Race, personality, etc?

>>58965

Somebody that's up for some banter before and during the juicy parts. Preferably a headstrong girl that has to be worn down a bit, or a wench that's too clever by half and wants to exploit her new acquaintance. Any race, but I have a soft spot for gnomes and dwarves. And anything demonoid.