I'm Your Evil Angel

[Mistress Dalisay]

I’ve been wanting to do something fun with these wings!

What roleplays could we do?

[Ford Ranger]

I think my imagination took a wrong turn, leaving me as a cuckolded Paul Rudd at an X-rated Romeo + Juliet Capulet party. 
 

At least I’d get to dress like an Astronaut. And be Paul Rudd. 

[Mistress Dalisay]

14 hours ago, Ford Ranger said:

I think my imagination took a wrong turn, leaving me as a cuckolded Paul Rudd at an X-rated Romeo + Juliet Capulet party. 
 

At least I’d get to dress like an Astronaut. And be Paul Rudd. 

Count Paris just can’t take a hint that Juliet doesn’t like him.

But you? I’d make you understand.

I just wonder if it’ll be hard not to laugh if you were dressed up as an astronaut 🤭

[AromaLover21]

18 hours ago, Mistress Dalisay said:

I’ve been wanting to do something fun with these wings!

What roleplays could we do?

This made my mind roam and led to me writing up a fantasy rp/short story. Let me know if you like it!

 

Role-playing as a paladin of the church:

 I was captured while escorting a group of travelers on their pilgrimage to the Holy Land. Ambushed by nefarious beings I was stalwart in my defense and only fell once I assured the innocents had escaped. Cuffed in my confinement, I was greeted by a wicked entity. The demoness was delighted at my plight, for they had a blessed specimen before them. Cooing seductively in my ear. Offering me forbidden pleasures if I yielded. Devilishly taunting me in erotic fashion to gain my submission. Burying my face within her bosom & between her cheeks. Teasing me with her sweet aromas. Their debauchery knew no bounds and was tantamount to my willpower. This stalemate would not last.

 

 Rejecting the sinful display, I lambasted her with my righteousness. For this I was met with swift punishment. Slapped repeatedly she beat upon me, her turn at lambasting me for my position. Flogging, whipping, and mocking me. "Know thine place, ant." I was told. Persevering through the onslaught, I was subjected to forced worship. Making me grovel and kiss her feet, working my way up her thighs to meet her ass. I resisted and was met with more punishment. They intended to break me. This was a trial unlike any other the lord has set upon me. A true testament to my will & faith. Faith I began to fear would falter.

 

 Surviving the horrid display I was informed they knew of my sins. They could sense the desire of man afterall. With haste she began teasing me, burying my face between her cheeks and forcing me to inhale. Delivering such fetid wind straight into my nose. Whispering to me how pleasing it would be to smell them eternally. How perfect their stink is and how they know I love it so. Cooing that I could forever enjoy their emissions if I submit. Rightfully becoming their fart slave. I shuttered at the thought, the pleasure coursing through me but I rebuked this offer. She laughed expecting this response and further hastened the teasing & torture. For as long as I witheld, they would continue their seduction. Until I perished, or submitted. The choice was never mine.

[Ford Ranger]

1 hour ago, Mistress Dalisay said:

Count Paris just can’t take a hint that Juliet doesn’t like him.

But you? I’d make you understand.

I just wonder if it’ll be hard not to laugh if you were dressed up as an astronaut 🤭

Unfortunately, Paris is so dense, I suspect it would require a lot of reinforcing the lesson.