DnD Sex Edition

Banshees are undead creatures that arise from a spiteful or betrayed elven woman. Banshees are known by their ear-piercing wail as well as their horrifying and ethereal visage. I personally find them particularly frightening as a creature but that’s only because I was traumatized as a child by the banshee in the 1950s Disney film, Darby O’Gill and the Little People. 

Pathfinder banshees have a lower intelligence of 5 and therefore cannot be seduced based on this blog’s consent policy. The 2014 Monster Manual, however, lists their Int as 12 so that’s the creature I’ll be focusing on. Additionally, a Pathfinder banshee is a CR of 13 while the 5e one is a CR 4 so keep that in mind if you want to scale up some pieces of my seduction scenario.

The woman’s face, gaunt and grotesque, solidifies for a few moments. Long enough that you are able to register her shock at your suggestion of a tryst. The billowing mists of her form hint at curves of her breasts before flaring outward. You wonder if she would have anything to you could find friction against or if your fingers and cock would move unhindered through her very essence. As your pants grew tight with your excitement, you focused on making out her shifting misty features.   

Make a Wisdom save against her Horrifying Visage (if not already done earlier). Alternatively, make a DC 10 Performance check to bang the banshee.

On a success: The banshee drifts towards you, so close you can breathe in her faint, slightly salty scent. The air temperature drops and a shiver runs up your spine. Excitement? Fear? The sudden cold? It matters little. Even this close, it is difficult to see the exact lines of her face beyond the undead mask. You follow the straight line of her nose and catch the hint of strong cheekbones. She may have been lovely once before death remade her. 

The edge of her misty being passes through your clothes like a stiff breeze against your hot, rigid cock. The shock of her touch turns from cool to cold to ice in a span of heartbeats. She pulls back and heat abruptly returns. You begin to sweat with the suddenness of the temperature changes. She shifts forward again with a comforting cooling and you sign in relief before the icy stabbing pain returns.

She begins to find her rhythm of draining and returning your very life essence. The thrill of the danger and novelty keep you hard and your breathing becomes strained as the odd pain crosses some nebulous line into pleasure. She speeds up, working herself to a heightened state. Then suddenly, she screams as her pleasure crests. You feel your body follow her over the edge of the orgasm and spots dot your vision.

PC takes 3d6+2 damage from the banshee’s touch and is subjected to her Wail (DC 13 Con save).

On a fail: The banshee drifts towards you, so close you can breathe in her faint, slightly salty scent, reminiscent of a giant’s tears. Was her misty being the embodiment of her tears of rage and grief? That thought sends a shiver up your spine. 

Her voice is heavy with emotion when she whispers, “Why would I want anything at all to do with a man when a man is exactly what made me like THIS?!” She shrieks her last word starting a devastating wail. 

Initiate combat with the banshee using her Wail (DC 13 Con save) against the PC.