"If I don't drain her (You a filthy barbarian) balls now she won't focus. Trust me, I know." [Warning filthy kinks present] [Looking for Futas]

(Example of how I'd like the RP to be like dynamic-wise below.)

"Strike now! Quickly!"

The chaos of the ongoing battle isn't that different from the scuffle you can cause at the The Blushing Bottom, aside from the fact that in place of armed undead thralls surrounding us, it's usually drunken patrons that got insulted or insulted you. Or it's just the third keg of piss-tasting ale you tend to order, much to Enya's dismay.

Oh Enya? The black long haired doe, is your partner. The designated quick fuck as you first regarded him as when he flashed you those two pale moons that were his meaty, jiggly slices of beef that are his buttocks. Currently imbuing your tool of carnage and destruction (The one in your hands not between your legs silly), with oh so divine light and arcane power making it hum in your palm as it drives back the undead warriors from five centuries ago, undoing the foul spell that puppeteers their corporal forms.

Not that you notice, it's far too empowering to stomp your bare foot into the ground, and with a courageous roar sweep your weapon against the first line of the dead approaching. Not that you can do much more with how these puny skeletal midgets (actually average-sized undead) get in the way.

It's just enough time that the pillar of twisted, necrotic light grows into a glowing cyclon of swirling souls all flowing into a suit of old rusted armor which suddenly began to move.

"MESSELINA'S TITS JUST SMACK THE NECROMANCER!"

Uh oh. Enya lost his cool, the burst of light from his staff sends holy flame forth, sweeping across the lines of the dead clearing a way for you. Only for the dreaded undead champion to stand in your way.

The necromancer cackles, while the ache in your wounds fades as Enya, grits his teeth, his pretty face with plush pink lips all but show hostility towards your shared foe. After all, you always fight together no?

And this is just one of those days.

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Gluckh-Glurckh-Gluck-Glurk

Your hands get to enjoy the soft texture of his silky black hair as Enyo's back on his meatstick polishing duty, he'd gotten pretty good, he still gags in the mornings, but that's more because you just stink worse. The head of the decapitated undead knight is propped on the stone, right next to it the bone-crown that belonged to the necromancer you've struck down the moment his undead creation crumbled to bonedust with your strikes. 

Now, was time for celebration, a well-earned victory Enyo didn't even get to set up his bedroll before he got pulled by you right under the loincloth, warm soft cheek rubbing up against that warty smelly gnarly dick which still reeked of unwashed filth and cum-cheese.

You could feel his breath panting against it like a dog, as his soft gentle hands tugged at your own calloused hand to fondle him too. He wants to play proud but he's such a slut for you, after all, who else to drain your balls everyday than the person that's also in charge of healing you and finding new well paying jobs? Besides you're usually too drunk to get to that in the first place.

His tongue dances with grace of a southern snake slithering through the sand around your cock,polishing the tip, and pushing beneath the foreskin to scoop out any remnants of the previous mess before plunging itself deep down the urethra. It tickles, then burns in that oh so satisfying pressure. Or perhaps its the way his soft hands are fondling the sweaty heavy ballsack the size of two heads. He's rubbing them like dijinn's lamp with a wish for a big messy orgasm.

Which whether you like it or not, is granted and Enyo pulls those pink lips off your cock, wanting to watch the explosion of your ugly filthy sperm push out in thick smelly ropes as the murky sloppy color looks fitting since it came from that grotesque ugly sausage the size of a man's forearm that's dangling between your legs.

Thing is, the ropes fly out in an impressive arcs- With two of them splattering against the rusted helmet of the knight, the bone circlet of the necromancer just gets swept in the flood of cum, getting that signature "autograph" of yours, as Enyo gasps and soon curses to try and get the two artifacts saved from your stinky cum so they can be sold at the guild house for the much needed gold and silver.

Just one of those days.

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Hello. And well, merry Christmas if you celebrate. A long-time lurker from few forums and sites finally bothering to stick his head out with a new account to get this fantasy fulfilled.

A femboy healslut that's competent with a barbarian/amazon that's played by you, simple as.

We can make them more competent and change the lighthearted tone to something more serious and vice versa. Only things I'd want is some meaty, combat scenes, and slutty, filthy sex after or before. Or even during combat if we put them in the tavern.

Kink-wise I'll say I'm a switch so if you fellow internet person, be it male/female/trans are open to Enyo plowing your character's holes just as much as she plows him I'll be a happy person.

Other than that, uhh romance, all sorts of sloppy blowjobs, foot fetish (though probably on your end with Enyo worshipping feet etc.) And filth! Yes, you heard that right, filthy kinks of all kinds. Maybe not ridiculous in scale, but a warty, smelly, smegma covered penis on your character would be a starting requirement. If it's really not up your alley I guess we can talk but you need to bring some good ideas to make it work.

Uhh what else, mommy kinks, run of the mill vanilla stuff, futadom stuff's fun but as I said I'm a switch- And I guess that's it.

Limits: Everything that falls under sites rules. I don't know every kink so if there's something you want to suggest let me know and I'll tell you how I feel about it. Unless it's against the rules or just is you know fucked up stuff thats illegal. Ew. No.

Alright.

Think that's all?

Thanks.

Byeeeee