Meet the Girls – Yvelle
She walks like she knows someone is watching.
Not to please. Not to provoke. Just because… she is meant to be seen.
Born in Jehanna the, 3rd Sun's Dawn E4 174, during a night thick with thunder, Yvelle — a Breton by blood — has always felt the world watching her.
At three, her family moved to Markarth — a city carved in stone, where her memories began.
She showed early talent in magic, especially shock spells — sharp, quick, precise, li
Atanea
Name: Atanéa
Race: Nord
Title/Function: High Priestess, High Queen of Skyrim.
Queen Divine, Governor of Fort-Knox.
Description:
Atanéa is a woman from a futuristic era far beyond the present-day Skyrim.
She became a mortal goddess like Vivec and Talos, earning her the name of High Priestess.
She later became Queen of Skyrim by overthrowing the Stomrcloacks.
Today, there are no longer any Stormcloacks or Imperials in Skyrim, only a si
A while back a made a set of tats on the theme of Volkihar Blood Dairies. I promised I was going to release the pack, and somehow I never did and now I can't find the original files. So I thought I'd take a crack at remaking them
In a nutshell: what if Rargal Thrallmaster took to keeping a stable of pregnant, naked sex slaves in the Castle Volkihar dungeon? Enspelled so that one breast lactated blood, and the other milk?
Chest tat asking the obvious question.
Translation at the Bottom of this Blog.
Die Tage zogen ins Land und unsere Freundin hatte sich mal vorgenommen, das schöne Wetter zu nutzen, um mal zu entspannen. Doch während sie auf ihren bemoosten Felsen lag und die wärmenden Sonnenstrahlen genoss, schossen ihr mal wieder so einige Gedanken durch den Kopf.
Zilphia: "Ach Sanguine. Keine Ahnung ob Du mir überhaupt Gehör schenkst, aber warum lässt du mich hier auf Tamriel Wandeln? Jene kleine Succubus, die auffällt
Do you ever get the feeling that Whiterun is a bit too stuffy? Like it's where all of Skyrim's old fuddy duddies go to die? Balgruuf badly needs to hire a PR firm to raise his hold's public profile - inject a bit of much needed sex and glamour into the mix.
I decided to help with that. Introducing: The Whiterun Cunt Company! Dedicated to training the highest quality of sex-crazed slave girls, complete with branding to proudly certify the depth and quality of their training!
One late night Skye got a text from a guy she had fucked a while back saying he was DJing at secret location.
And since he knew how well she could shake her ass, he thought she should definitely come and have some "fun" with other men who could be there.
She couldn't turn down such an opportunity.
The night started rather tame, Skye and the guy who had invited her groped and grinded on one another behind the DJ booth...
It didn't take long
Do you ever look at something you've been working on and think "That could stand to get a lot less subtle"?
Granted, "subtle" probably isn't the word I really want here.
There's also a collar-line "slave" strip to match the thigh-top ones. It needs her chin to come up a bit before you can see it.
There's also another Whiterun horse on the back of her head, but I'm not shaving her head just to show that off
One night after getting out of the shower, Skye turned to get something off her bathroom counter when she couldn't help but notice a strange man looking through the window and ogling at her tits - his dick in his hand jerking off to her.
Skye had always dreamt of a situation like this - some strange man to have sex with.
It only took seconds for her to spring into action and invite him in for some "fun".
Still working on this tat set.
"Gentle master, please take heed,
This girl you found was made to breed,
So satisfy your every need,
And fill her roughly with your seed.
"Gentle master, sate your lust,
And use this slavegirl as you must,
But see you grant her no relief,
Or else you make of her a thief.
"Gentle master, be it known,
Her orgasms are not her own,
Your pleasures take, but hers deny,
Or else her Master would know why."
It was a simple enough layout. The slavers clearly had no military background – their camp was just a disorganized mess of tents loosely gathered on the shore. The cove was deep enough that their ship was docked to a rough-hewn pier that appeared to be made of driftwood tied together with knotted rope. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief – trying to get to a ship anchored off the coast would have been a challenge even with a full company at his back.
He felt a pang at the thought of the
Trivia: The Red, White, and Blue series screenshots were taken in separate gameplay sessions. This one was captured after obtaining Magazine Resources and was taken weeks apart.
Simple Translation in the Spoiler at the bottom of this blog.
Zilphia: "Neulich wurde ich von jemanden angesprochen, die mich fragte, warum ich eigentlich hier bin und was meine wirkliche Aufgabe ist, denn nichts geschieht ohne Grund. Sie mag mich eigentlich sehr, aber sie hat sich oft halt diese Frage gestellt, denn so ein Wesen wie ich nun einmal bin, wirft halt so ihre Fragen auf."
Ich wusste wirkliche keine so richtige Antwort darauf
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