So after all that, I was heading back to Winterhold. Rather than reverse my course - and risk crossing the front lines of the civil war again - I decided to make my way north to Dawnstar and then hire a boat to take me to Winterhold. While the old city itself was perched high on a cliff, there was a small landing at its base from which I could ascend to the city - and its college. The backtracking part of my journey - passing through Whiterun Hold by way of Riverwood - was uneventful, though as
This is the first novel I've created. It's a kinetic erotic/porn novel, meaning it's just straightforward storytelling without choices.
It's rellatively short and focuses on futa/trans x male content. It also features a few taker_pov scenes, as in receiving POV, so if that's not your thing then this game might not be for you.
The story features exclusively consensual elements.
This was my first project trying to create an adult novel using Skyrim screenarchery and the Ren'P
"Windenburg Wanderlust" Chapter Two
Traveling to Windenburg, Simon is cruised at the airport.
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When I wiped the oily fluid away from my eyes enough to see, I quickly realized that I wasn't at the lake anymore. No longer in ankle deep water, instead I was lying on a rough stone floor. My armor and weapons, which I'd set aside while I used the standing stone, were nowhere to be seen - nor was winged bauble.
I seemed to be at one end of an underground passage. Some light cast down through cracks in the wall and ceiling, so I couldn't be too far underground, but I had no idea whe
I have to admit, if I didn't know he was a Hlaalu, I would have mistaken Forrien for a Wood Elf. The antlers just screamed 'Bosmer.' But then again, I had antlers, and I'm not a Bosmer, so perhaps it was just evidence that this was indeed the mer I needed to speak with.
Unfortunately, I wasn't going to be doing any speaking with him. His loose-fitting robes might have hidden the most graphic signs of his violent end, but rolling him over I could see the slit in his robe where a sword
Hey, it’s Destana. In keeping with my training montage, Solaire and I spent another twelve hours in the Pit, getting to level 20, at which point I figured he probably needed a rest.
“Need a break? I’m a vampire, so I don’t need to sleep, as long as I have blood potions, and I still have quite a few,” I said (I still accumulated human flesh as a werewolf and then cooked it into Blood Potions when I turned again).
“No, in fact, I am undead,” he explained, “My kind do not tire, t
Merely a few hours later, Jennifer arrives back at home, finally meeting her worried parents again.
Gina: "Jennifer! Thank god you're alright! Just where have you been? We were so worried, the Police didn't tell us anything!"
Great. Now what do I tell her? 'Hi Mom, I was imprisoned by a Vampire, who is also my Half-Brother and your unknown son, by the way'?
Jennifer: "I.... got lost on a field trip from University. We were out on the contine
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