tharja.

why am i being awakened.

worship me or leave me alone.

hee hee hee …

m-maybe she wouldn't mind being her . . slave . .

/ oh well at least i don't try to pull other people's characters into a one-sided gangrape thread without even asking for their input 😊

😕

🙂

/ i would say tharja is an absolutely lousy dom (which she is she SUCKS) but so is basically everyone else in lewd rp except they actually believe they're good at what they do

yeah. like that. they thought you were gorgeous. so it would be a waste to hide your face, anyway.

huh. i didn't think of that.

( she wouldn't have done it anyway. )

heheheh.

i would never post olivia's nudes publicly without consent (lying)

[ slipping her tongue into the other's mouth, she'd force olivia to drink some of her wine this way. everyone around was watching the two make out, clearly excited. not that tharja cares about entertaining them.
the only thing she has any interest in is claiming olivia all for herself. ]

you seem to enjoy the idea of being my slave more than i thought, hm ?

[ she could feel ophelia's body trembling in her arms. she loves that feeling. after taking a long sip of wine, tharja suddenly leans in to kiss her companion, the taste still fresh on her lips — and still in her mouth. ]

you don't necessarily have to swallow them. just rip them apart a bit.

have you considered eating them ?

that would probably scare off a lot of the enemy. throw them in a panic, easier to pick off that way. i think it's a good tactic.

what, just a magic reversal ? yeah, that's pretty basic.

why, what happened ?

i wouldn't worry about. i love turning the field into a bloodbath every time and no one ever judges me for it.

or i dunno, maybe they do ? i couldn't even pretend to care either way. for what it's worth, i think you're doing great.

really ? i'd say she's the most mature one here.

battlefields aren't for restraint or honor or whatever kind of nonsense people keep trying to talk about. they're for death. if you don't take enjoyment in that, you'll end up being the one getting killed.

what does that even mean ? if the enemy is dead, then she's doing a good job.

good idea. i'll get you a collar, maybe even a leash.

[ tharja started sipping at her wine, an arm wrapped around her "slave" and holding her body close, still feeling up one of her tits.. all while everyone watched and talked to themselves.
olivia was easily the center of attention now. ]

you were going to come to ME for that ??

well, i guess that depends on what you were looking for.

tired: dark magic can make you grow a dick
wired: tharja is trans and has been homebrewing magic hrt for years and knows how to manipulate her body and hormones at will

‘ she seems scary.. i don't wanna make her mad. ’

[ the drunken patrons didn't seem bold enough to mess with tharja, and by extension olivia. they were still simple townsfolk, after all. the bartender, meanwhile, walks back up, not sure how to react. ]

‘ erm, your wine and water.. ladies.. ’

ahem. this girl is 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦. i'm letting everyone here get a look. but no one is allowed to touch her. you'll all be good to her, right ?

‘ wait.. is that a dark mage ? ’
‘ i've never seen one before.. but i hear their curses can make you bleed from your eye sockets ! ’
—

‘ good gods, is that girl naked ?! ’
‘ she's beautiful.. ’
‘ hey, no complaints here ! but, how'd an angel like her even get in without anyone noticing ? ’

[ the commotion seemed to answer her question for her. tharja kept cool, speaking for the flustered olivia while a hand rubs her thigh. ]

—

we're the only women here, so it would seem that way.

[ many the patrons were murmuring amongst themselves. some were beginning to note how suspicious olivia looked being completely hidden under tharja's —
oh. her cloak was dropped, too. the whole tavern can see olivia's bare chest now. ]

quite frankly every man i meet makes me wonder how straight women even exist.