Queen Seraphina Vale (Stufe 5) mail warning

Character sheet for Kassane's RPG game:
Seraphina, Level -1 Goonette queen (Exp: 0)
Strength:
Orator: On oral action, if opponent rolls 1 or 2, they skip and edge.

Weakness:
Outnumbered: If your opponent plays an action involving more than just you and your opponent, you must roll over the number of extra people on a d8 or skip.
Butt Slut: When your opponent chooses an action where they put their strap on, cock, or tongue in your ass you must roll a d6 and if it is a 5 or 6, you must skip
Weak Will: If you are in hypnosis for 3 turns, your opponent may give you one rule for the remainder of the game.

👑 Backstory: The Queen Who Brought Her Kingdom

Queen Seraphina Vale of Valebliss was never meant to be a footnote in history. Crowned at 19, she didn’t just inherit power—she refined it. Under her rule, Valebliss transformed from a forgotten mountain duchy into a land of opulence, obedience, and erotic control.

Her court wasn’t just political—it was pleasure forged into law. Nobles bowed not just out of loyalty, but desire. Her palace was both a royal seat and a den of devotion.

But Seraphina’s ambition was never content with borders.

When whispers reached her throne of a lawless metropolis where battles of flesh and climax decided status, she didn’t flee her kingdom to join it — she brought her kingdom to it.

🏰 Erotic Fight City: Velvet keep

A sprawling velvet-draped manor now sits on the outskirts of Erotic Fight City. Locals call it the “Velvet Keep.” From there, Seraphina rules as if the city were already hers:

Her knights are seductive enforcers, trained in both combat and carnal conquest.

Her servants scout fighters and lure them into "diplomatic duels."

Her court is open only to those she has defeated—or those bold enough to challenge her.

Every match she enters is not just a fight… it's a royal annexation.

Note from the previous owner of the velvet keep:
“She walks in like she owns the place — Queen Seraphina Vale. Doesn’t bow, doesn’t blink, doesn’t break a sweat. She brought her whole damn kingdom with her, like this city was just another jewel for her crown. A living, breathing throne-stealer wrapped in velvet and arrogance.

I challenged her to shut her up. To remind her that Erotic Fight City doesn’t kneel to anyone. Thought I’d put her on her back and make her regret ever stepping in the ring.

Instead... she smiled.

I don’t even remember the second orgasm. Just her voice in my ear, purring commands, fingers where I never expected them, body against mine like sin given form. She didn't just beat me. She unmade me.

Now I kneel in her court like the rest. I call her ‘Your Majesty.’ I thank her when she lets me touch her boots. And I hate it.

God help me… I crave it.”

Rumors:
Long before the rise of Valebliss, there were stories of a line of queens who never aged, who could conquer without armies and bend the will of any who met their gaze. Scholars called it the Velvet Curse, priests called it sin made flesh, but the people simply called it Seraphina’s inheritance.

They say that in her veins runs the diluted blood of a succubus queen — a pact sealed generations ago between desire and dominion. It’s what gives her that unearthly beauty, that voice that seeps into dreams, that aura that makes mortals tremble between worship and fear. In battle, when her passion flares, her eyes glow faintly crimson, and the scent of roses turns sharp, like smoke and wine.

Most dismiss the tales as myth, yet none can deny how those who challenge her leave changed: drained, dazed, obsessed, whispering her name as though it were both prayer and curse. Whether Seraphina Vale truly bears the mark of the infernal or merely wields the legend to her advantage, none can say. But when she smiles, it’s hard not to wonder if the Velvet Queen’s power is only human after all.

Whenever Seraphina makes her opponent cum, she feeds on their lust and grows stronger.
After the orgasm is confirmed in play (usually by narration or a roll result), Seraphina immediately rolls a d6:

1–3: She absorbs only a taste — no extra effect.

4–5: She gains Advantage on her next two actions (her power surges briefly).

6: She fully feeds — she becomes Empowered, restoring all lost advantages and adding a +1 modifier to all her rolls for the rest of the encounter.

Victories:

The Breaking of Allyson

Allyson came to the Queen’s velvet chamber like a predator — red hair ablaze, cat-ears sharp with defiance, claws poised to scratch the legend of Seraphina Vale. In the beginning there was struggle, teeth and nails, clamps and ropes; the fight looked almost even. But Seraphina had prepared for this day. Every touch, every whispered command and playful strike was another thread in the trap she was weaving.

Inside the bedchamber of deep red velvet and black marble, the Queen of Valebliss turned the fight into a ritual. Allyson’s defiance slowly softened under a storm of bondage, hypnosis, toys and cruelly timed pleasure. Each escape was punished. Each attempt to reverse their roles only deepened her humiliation. By the time Seraphina pressed her into the sheets, the proud catgirl’s ears had drooped, her claws dulled, and her eyes blurred with tears.

As Seraphina rode her victory, Allyson’s body betrayed her; pleasure eclipsed willpower. She bucked and begged not to be a “disappointing loser” even as the Queen made her scream and tremble. When the moment of breaking finally came, Allyson collapsed in tears, gasping out confessions and calling herself Seraphina’s “good girl” and “slutty maid.” In the glow of candlelight, the Queen whispered ownership into her ear and sealed it with a kiss.

But Seraphina was not finished. To crown her conquest, she took Allyson again, harder and deeper, fucking her until the cries of submission melted into incoherent moans. At last, with one final shudder, the catgirl’s body went limp — unconscious, used, and utterly conquered. Seraphina stood over her prize with a smile, knowing the transformation was complete.

Now Allyson kneels in a lacy black-and-white uniform at the foot of Seraphina’s bed — a living trophy of that night. Her proud red hair and cat-ears remain, but the fire behind them has been tamed into obedience. The Queen’s velvet chamber claimed another soul; her legend grew, and a new maid was born.

Humiliating defeats:

🖤 The Night Jenny Stole a Queen’s Soul

What was supposed to be another proving ground for Seraphina Vale became the night she was stripped of far more than her pride.

From the opening bell, Jenny — the bratty blonde Soul Sucker — tore into the so-called Velvet Tyrant. She folded Seraphina in half, spanked her like a misbehaving child, and rode her until the queen’s gasps turned into shameless, high-pitched moans. Seraphina clawed, bit, and even tried to choke Jenny out, but nothing stopped the rhythm of the cursed strappy pumping into her ass and pussy. The crowd roared as Jenny bent her until her back popped and smothered her with playful cruelty, each slap and thrust carving the queen down to size.

Seraphina tapped. Once. Twice. Again. But the ref looked away, bought and paid for. Jenny’s punishment never stopped. Soon the proud queen was drooling, her tongue out, her eyes crossed in full ahegao, squirting across the mat as her body convulsed under endless climax.

And then came the end. Jenny drove the soul-stealer deep, slammed home one last time, and yanked it out with a wet pop. The whole arena gasped as Seraphina screamed — her body twitching violently as a shimmer of her very essence was dragged out with the strappy. Jenny stood over her prize, holding the weapon high, while Seraphina’s limp body crumpled in the corner.

Seraphina was marked — the words “Dethroned and Desouled” scrawled across her chest and belly for all to see. She had been a queen. Now she was nothing but a husk, her moans and squirts echoing the moment of her downfall.

That bratty little blonde took her soul and fucked her stupid.

My encounter with Psyche:
I was born to rule, or so I believed. I thought I wanted worship, obedience, and fear from all who looked upon me. But when Psyche laid her eyes on me, I learned the truth I had always buried. I didn’t want to conquer her. I wanted her to conquer me. I wanted her to humiliate me, strip me of my pride, and laugh as I begged at her feet. And when she finally did… gods, I never felt so alive. Her magic carved into me the phrase I cannot escape: pain is pleasure. She whispered it until it was no longer a spell, but the law of my body, the rhythm of my breath. Each lash, each cruel smile, each degradation left me shuddering with bliss. I had spent my life demanding submission from others. What I truly longed for was the ecstasy of my own defeat. Psyche gave me that gift — the sweetest shame, the most perfect ruin. I am no longer a queen. I am what I always secretly wished to be: a trembling toy for those strong enough to put me in my place… and I will never stop thanking her for showing me.

For all her victories, Seraphina Vale could never quite escape the pull of Psyche, the witch who first broke her. Their most recent encounter in Erotic Fight City began with Seraphina boasting, convinced she could turn the tables. For a moment, it even seemed possible — she hypnotized Psyche with her tits, forced her to her knees, and even fucked the witch to the edge of breaking. The crowd roared as Seraphina spat defiance: “I won’t surrender to anyone!”

But Psyche’s power ran deeper. With each slap, each spank, and each whispered mantra, the queen’s resolve unraveled. “Remember… pain is pleasure,” the witch hissed in her ear as Seraphina’s body convulsed in a ruinous orgasm, squirting helplessly before the audience. What should have been Seraphina’s triumph became another collapse.

By the end, Seraphina was on all fours, face ahegao, her voice shaking as she admitted through tears and moans: “I am just a stupid little slut… I can’t help but cum for miss…” The crowd laughed, and Psyche crowned her anew — not as queen of a kingdom, but as the Queen of Goonettes, her mind softened into obedience, chanting her new creed: “I need only to goon and listen to miss.”

Psyche didn’t just beat Seraphina. She reminded everyone in EF City that the once-proud Velvet Tyrant was still her pet, her slave, her toy to break again and again.