Thread: A Demon's Mind [Damon's Interest Thread, MxF and MxM]

td tdtd Before we delve into my specific interests, here are some pieces of information that might be useful Current Status Not Actively Seeking, Very Selectively Accepting New RPs. Any ideas based on my main plots andor my greatest Ons are much welcomed. Medium Threads, preferably. I could be convinced to write through Private Messages if the plot you propose is outstanding, but I very much prefer to use threads. Third-Form Person only. Current Roleplays These are the active stories I'm writing. - Hunting The Hunters, with megyn. - Chains Of Command, with MasochisticHeartx. - Inside Boulevard 9, with Love. - Battle For The Top, with Janus. - Driven Between Sun And Moon, with driven to drift. - Strata, with inarifox. - By The Horns, with Marinara. On-Hold Roleplays These are the inactive stories that haven't reached their closure. - NA Completed Roleplays These are the stories that reached a conclusion. - NA Writing Excerpts Here are some samples of my writing for your perusal. The name of the character, the type of personality and other relevant information are all listed in the spoiler tag. Julian - Plot-Based, Commanding, Assertive Julian knew that defending the dinner hall would be of no use. Either the action would be prevented by the warriors defending the gates of the castle and he'd be a sitting duck inside the castle, or the full army of the Scots would be overpowered, which would imply that standing in the hall would be a death wish. No, he needed to move fast and come up with an alternative plan one that made a difference inside the battle. He knew that if he ran after the lass, then he'd look like a shaggy dog looking for guidance due to the fear of imminent battle. No, it's time to think on my feet, I'll find a lie to explain this later. He dashed towards the kitchen, knowing that this area of the castle would contain two crucial things for him an exit to the outside and a boy eager to get money. Kitchens needed to receive fresh shipments of cooking supply on a daily base, which required all of them to have a connection to the external world also, they employed many young servants that always were in the lookout for some extra coin. Julian opened the purse that his lord had given to him, grabbed an iron coin from it and stopped one boy that seemed to be on his way to the castle's pantry by shoving him against the wall. Stop right there, the Commander said as he looked in his eyes. I am not a very patient man, so I want answers fast. If you don't waste my time, you'll get this. If you do that, you'll get this instead, he said as he showed the coin in his hand, and then closed the fist around it in a threatening manner. What's the closest path outside and into a fortified tower?, he inquired abrasively, raising his hand to motion that the boy should lead the way. Julian and the servant raced to the exit and into open space once more, to which the boy made the motion to lead him to the tower. Wait right there, he said, putting the coin in the boy's palm. I take it that you know how to go unnoticed, especially with such a confusion going on. There's more money from where this came from, said Julian as he pointed towards the coin in the boy's palm. I want you to sneak into the armoury and grab a longbow and an arrow quiver without being noticed, he said incisively and sent the boy off with a nod of the head. Once the servant was away, he separated two more coins - he didn't want running the risk of having the boy get greedy enough to try pickpocketing him - and stowed them securely in his hand, patiently waiting for the helper's arrival. Soon enough he was back with the requested materials, which Julian took from his hand and gave the coins in retribution. Tell no one, he said, knowing that if word arrived about his meddling before the situation was taken care of, then it would have all been for naught. With that said, he rushed to the fortified tower and climbed the stairs, entering the circular premises in a rush. When he set foot in the tower, all eyes were looking at him. Pretend you're supposed to be here. People fall for lies that are fed to them with an assertive stance, Julian thought to himself as he remembered his training. He waited for half a second before he spoke loudly. Hey, back to your positions, I didn't tell you to get out of your post without my permission. For those that are wondering who the fuck I am, I am for now your Commander, orders of Lady Fergusson, and I shall have your full obedience while I'm coordinating the defence in this tower. If you still doubt my word, just look at the fact that the weapon I have is of your own kind, provided by your Lady herself, and question no more. Now resume your positions, or I shall have you whipped after this is done, said Julian as he strode with confidence to one of the openings of the tower. No one seemed to question his lie, or at least no one seemed to desire questioning his lie - which was good enough for him. He needed more information on the McAlisters, though a battle fought in the dark is always a swift loss in the prowl, according to Julian's teachings. Debriefing, now. Who are the McAlisters, what is their main objective and what do they intend to do with this attack? Dane - Smut-Based, Domineering, Half-Dog, Exotic, Non-Consensual The finger rolled inside Niko's mouth, exploring each inch of its surface as the thrusts in his ass intensified. The Ausar, however, growled in a threatening way when he noticed that his fucktoy was attempting to look over his shoulder towards his face. Eyes down, bitch. You don't get to look at me while I destroy you, the half-dog claimed, pushing his head down with one of his hands to show Niko his place. The knots were tugged on, the second one of them pressuring the entrance of the constricting hole from the inside. Don't close just yet, slut, I want to fill you some more, the Ausar snarled, driving six more inches of his humongous shaft into the boy and slamming the third knot against the entrance. Before I fill you, though, you're going to beg for that to happen. Your voice will echo in these caves as you open your mouth to ask for more and more. Dane kept rocking the two knots inside, the pointed crown of his dick sliding against the walls and leaving a trailing pressure sensation in Niko's innards. The half-dogs balls were now filled and heavy with cum, slamming against the boy's body with an audible sound of flesh meeting flesh under the pressure of violence. The eight-foot male howled, deep into the other man's ass, his fingers of his lower hands clutching the boy's ass and pressing harder and harder. It was then when Dane noticed the pool of material on the floor of the cave and grinned satisfiedly. Ah, you're liking this, aren't you, bitch? You're enjoying being made to receive my huge cock and feel the pain of being made so wide with me inside. You know that you like being put in your place, slut being forced to stay with your ass up while you're reamed for hours and hours without stop. A stronger shove was driven inside Niko, grinding both knots against the gland that released the sticky strands of pre-cum through the other mercenary's dick. Upping the ante, Dane increased the strength of his visual imagery as he made each shove blunter. Seems like you always wanted to be made this full and helpless, to be pushed down on the floor and abused until you cannot speak anymore and your mind can't complain because of what you're feeling. Pain and pleasure, bitch, this is what I'm going to give you, burying this dog-dick of mine into you until you can't think of anything else but being my cocksleeve. Beg harder, bitch! Viseroth - Plot-Smut Hybrid, Manipulative, Demon, Shapeshifter A faint call was heard in the depths of Hell. ... lest... bethiliyan... kust... Well, well, well. Someone's trying to mess with the occult again, said Viseroth to himself amusedly. People attempting to conjure arcane demons was actually a very recurrent thing to happen - at least for his standards, considering how many eras he was alive. With a handwave, he kept distracting himself, forcing his servant to keep sucking him. His appearance was currently in a more demonic form, his black horns curled atop his head, pointing outwards from his hair, which was dark as a starless night and reached the middle of his back in a cascade. Still, that visage was nothing but temporary. As a shapeshifter, Viseroth was able to take whichever form he preferred - a resource that he customarily used for his own delight and the torture of whoever he wished to corrupt. Sudden, a burst could be felt as the gateway opened. Ah, maybe this person is not as dim-witted as the previous ones, he claimed, wondering how the conjurer garnered enough force to open a portal so clearly. The offerings were not the key to the whole process, for they were just a display of intent the power was the crucial element. This twist of events led Viseroth to a certain degree of curiosity - after all, few people knew how to conduct a proper summoning, and even fewer that knew how to do so would take their chances, as the results could be lurid. This person's either very dumb or very strong, but I know that I can have my way with them, Viseroth chuckled in amusement. It was at this moment that he made his decision he threw his servant out of his cock directly to the floor and stepped on her. I'll be on my way. Don't move until I tell you so, or you know what will happen. With a quick display of his own form of skill, Viseroth transformed into a mosquito. The reason for this odd choice was based on the fact that he did not want to be seen - after all, he was smart enough to first assess and then decide. As the portal swirled he flew towards its direction, crossing the boundary between worlds as swiftly as possible. In the other side, much to his surprise, he saw a tanned sorceress - completely donned in her robes and with a silvery gaze that indicated the colour of her soul. Her appearance was akin to a druid or other kind of spellcaster that made use of the nature's forces, which was made even clearer by the tattoos that covered her body. Ah, so that's how she did it, the demon thought to himself, still in the form of a mosquito. As he finished assessing her, Viseroth thought it was the time for his great entrance. The demon flew until he reached right next to a tree, blinking to a human-like form in an instant as he leaned against it. His wings appeared in a puff of darkness, spreading large and wide behind his back for a split second. The draconic appendages were soon retracted into the body, as quickly as they appeared, as Viseroth raised his voice to speak to the priestess. Looking for me, perhaps?, he asked as he gave a sideways grin, knowing fully well that he appeared on a place that the conjurer wouldn't be looking for, but that she might have picked his visage with her peripheral vision before he spoke. Even still, he wondered if she would be startled by his sudden appearance. I hope not, that would make things much, much more interesting, Viseroth thought to himself as he waited for her response. tdtd td