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Aithne's story part 82 - The Unwelcome Return of Merks

Merks’ thoughts reached Aithne before true waking did, slipping into her chaotic dreams like a serpent.   He had learned -- whether by instinct or by the simple fact that cruelty makes quick study of anything useful -- that silence could be sharpened into a weapon if one held it just right. He always let it settle first, long enough for hope to stir against all reason; long enough for her to begin wondering whether he had gone, or was asleep, or had merely grown bored of the spectacle

The Vibe-Coding Era

WARNING: All of my mods for X-Change Life 0.25 are WIP and may not be completely functional!   These are all in various stages of rework with AI involved, so if you count on them working properly, you're going to be disappointed.       Okay, I'm putting this in one place so that I can link to it from my mods without having to explain it each time...   X-Change Life versions 0.24-0.25 have brought some *huge* changes to the game and, as 0.23 had already bro

What comes next in the Lovenia Story

Hello dear friends,   I’d like to talk about the time before ... about what happened to Lovenia before she ended up in *Starfield*. I love the stars, the moon, and the future, but I also love *Skyrim* ... I can hardly wait for *Skyblivion* ... to meet other Succubi there and experience things together with you all. But somehow, *Skyrim* is the origin of my story, and it deserves to be told in full. Stories that are told become set in stone; once posted, they can’t be changed. By tellin

PART I – THE BIRTH OF THE WITCH

Narrator: Katarina (The Witch)     I left the village when I was sixteen.   There was no goodbye. There were no tears. Just me, the road, and the fragment burning inside my chest like a black flame.   I took only what would fit in a leather backpack: a change of clothes, a rusty dagger my father never learned to use, some stale bread and salty cheese. The rest – the bed where I slept for sixteen years, the wooden toys my grandfather carved for me, the blue dres

Drunken Dalliance

INTROIT. We open on Maira, a princess of one of the old Reach tribes, driven into the lowlands looking for work, and finding it in a Nord-run mine.   post script. hey all! this was my first attempt at a porn comic. ik the editing is kind of shit, but consider: i'm bad. as you can see the ending kind of hints at a longer story, which I might write - I do love my animal fucking, and writing regular smut is kind of boring - but I'm also massively ADHD and I'll probably lose motivati

Chapter 58: Devon

New Star Impresses in Windenburg   Brooke Larimer (Nordhaven)   Well, fans, I'm sitting here in the locker room as the players file in after what will surely go down as one of the most exciting matches in the historic rivalry between Windenburg 04 and Gammelvik FK. Although neither team could get the better of the other, as they fought to a 2-2 draw, Windenburg have to feel good about the action they saw from their young star Devon Douglass, who came off the bench in the midd

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PROLOGUE – THE GIRL AND THE CAVE

Narrator: Katarina (future mom from Rebecca and Brunna) The village had no name. It lay hidden among the mountains in northern Skyrim, so remote that not even merchants ever reached it. In winter, snow covered the rooftops for eight months. In summer, the thaw turned the streets to mud. The people there were hard and silent. They gazed at the horizon as if waiting for something—but they never said what. It was there I was born. It was there I learned to walk, to speak, and

Family is everything

This is a little story that came to my mind today while taking screenshots. While taking the screenshots, I noticed that a small spy has locked himself in the studio.   This is a picture story. English is not my mother tongue. But I try to create my pictures in such a way that they do without words.   The pictures contain Futa and Incest. If you don't like it: fuck it.     The little spy     Catch     behind mommy's back

Revel

Greetings, traveler!📑 So it seems, this entry supposed to include different things. Some plot motions, some unexpected twists, but! Slaanesh and Sanguine is my witnesses, sometimes you just revel!  And that's what folks in this story do. And that's what I suggest you to do. Have a nice read! 👴 And as usually, your feedback, comments and ideas are always welcome ^_^ And have a nice day ^_^

A story and such, based on a character in City of Heroes

Sammie adjusted the black choker around her neck for the third time in as many minutes, her gloved fingers twitching against the leather. The alley behind the club smelled like spilled beer and burnt electronics, but at least it was quiet—just the distant thump of bass through the brick walls and the occasional crackle of a dying neon sign overhead. She exhaled, watching her breath mist in the cold air, then leaned back against the damp concrete. "You look like you're waiting for someone,"

Chapter 57: Wherein Our Hero Celebrates Midsummer

So the whole thing between the Newcrest and Windenburg gangs ended rather suddenly. I got some good stories out of it. I made sure not to make Pedro look bad. But judging how he was walking around a free man still, the feds had nothing on him, anyway. The timing was good for me professionally, because shortly after, Midsummer came around. Midsummer is another one of the big holidays for the Chestnut Swingers. Charlotte always hosts, because it's the one day a year she frees up her house slave fo

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