Thread: Fx Male Cherubian's Carnal Concoctions

This is the archive for plot suggestions of the past which, while still interesting, do not hold quite the appeal for me they once did. There are Witchers but no Witches? As you may have guess by the title I am currently on the last leg of my playthrough of The Witcher 3, namely the Blood and Wine Expansion. The biggest gripe I have with the game is that I have to play a male protagonist. Yes, I understand, the main plot is sort of dependent on the protagonist being Geralt and noone else, but still ... that creates yet another itch that I would love to get scratched. So what I would really love to do currently is to play a female witcher of some sort even if that means the canon has to be bent a bit to allow for it. And for that I need a generous individual portraying the world around her in an entertaining fashion. Speaking of canon, we do not have to follow the game - and in particular the main quest - too closely in that regard, it is more the general vibe - and the sexy figments that game planted into my imagination. Of course some of the games side quests do offer good inspiration for that. So if you are up for seeing how for example a female witcher would handle a meeting with Dijkstra in his bath house ... just PM me. Another Kind of Competition He should be happy. The adventurer woman sitting across his desk had exceeded his expectations. Not only had she delivered the secret missive and returned with a reply, she also was able to unveil the identity of the rival who had secretly been sabotaging him. But even as he pushed the bag with the agreed upon sum and a well deserved bonus across the table to her his thoughts were somewhere else. He had a bet going with three other of the cities nobles. A drunken bragging bout one evening had turned into a competition about who would be able to acquire the most gorgeous, and even more importantly, most busty servant. The winner to be determined at an official competition three days from now. At first he had considered this an easy win, but so far his forays into the slave markets had been disappointingly fruitless. Losing the bet he had felt so confident about winning became a real possibility. But wait. That adventuress, who was right now pocketing the coin pouch. He had noticed before, when he hired her. Even the leather armor she wore could not conceal how impressively bountiful her chest was. He'd have to check first to be sure, but she might actually qualify. If she was so inclined, she was anything but a servant. It is a long shot, but what other choice does he have? A Clash Of Cultures Our heroine NSFW was born to one of the barbarian tribes that inhabit the vast forests and plains of the frozen north. Her birth, though, was shrouded in mystery, her mother found babbling incoherently in the woods, signs of recent rape evident on her and her mind gone. Shortly after giving birth her mother died. As she grew up rumors about the nature of her father began to circulate, since the girl developed an astonishing physique. At the age of 16 she could easily best even the most seasoned warriors of the tribe in their spars as no one could match her speed and strength. This caused no small amount of unrest, since that strength of hers by tradition would make her a prime candidate for the office of chieftain and none of the proud men liked the idea of being ruled by a woman. So, with the argument that she is the spawn of some unnatural beast, she was exiled from the tribe. Once the initial shock wore off she decided to make the best of her situation and wander the world, earning her living with her skill with the blade. Soon her travels brought her to the warm south with its mild climate and its gargantuan if debauched cities. On the road fate smiles upon her as she comes upon an older man beset by bandits, his guards already slain and he alive only because of the criminals sadistic playfulness. Those thugs are no match for her martial prowess, though, and she saves the old man, who turns out to be a noble of considerate wealth who as a reward for saving his life invites her to his home. What she sees there is nothing like anything she ever experienced before. Instead of a struggle for survival there is a score of slaves tending to her every need, even attending her while bathing and getting dressed. Her sturdy but coarse garments are replaced by fine if somewhat scant silks. Her daily struggle is replaced by festivities and the offer for all kind of debauchery. With her impressive physique she does stand out, a stark contrast to the slender and lithe pleasure slaves, and as such piques the interest of a few men. Including her host, who has to reconcile his genuine gratefulness for his rescue with his deeply ingrained patriarchal world view. And as is to be expected there are malicious conspiracies at work in a city as vast as this one, some attempting to topple her benefactor in a game of intrique and assassinations. But these assassins, in turn, are not prepared for the force of nature that is this new arrival. And so our heroine finds herself not only amidst luxury and orgies, but also an unexpected adventure. A Place To Call Home Tales about the might of magic in the olden days still circulate in the populace, always in conjunction with warnings about the dark and dangerous nature of the arcane arts. Those are tales of ages past, though, since the few gifted that are born these days are a mere shadow of the heroes and villains of those stories. But then there is our heroine. She is one of the gifted, and not only that, she was also blessed with prodigious intelligence and ambition. As soon as she learned about her nature she began to study with relentless fervor all there was about her art. Ruthlessly she not only absorbed the accepted canon from the few teachers she could find, she also tread the dark path of necromancy, the discipline of life and death, described in forbidden tomes she managed to unearth. With that knowledge she was able to alter her body in a way that would make it impervious to the ravages of time. No longer in fear of old age she then could proceed with her studies in a far more patient, but also diligent way, a century of training letting her delve deeper into the mysteries than anyone else in a long time. During this she rediscovered the secret to animate the dead, and in secret she started to build her undead army. Now war is wracking the continent. The two major powers are at each others throat, embroiled in a devastating conflict. Some of the smaller states at the perimeter have managed to keep their neutrality, and it is one of them she has set her sights on. Not much more than a city state at the southern tip of the landmass, grown wealthy by trade with both conflict parties, it seems ripe for the picking, to become her very own kingdom. So she sets her legions to march. Last edited Nov 11, 2022