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From the Deeps View File FROM THE DEEPS (REDONE) : A Lovecraftian adventure for Skyrim. Want to support me? Visit my Patreon ! https://www.patreon.com/Delzaron The first point A lovecraft like story, with a large Inquiry part, and two way to finish it : joining the cult, or destroying it. A way lead to player enslavement (simple slavery connected !), the other to freaky scenes. English written mod, but Mixbutterdog made a patch in japanese ! Female players designed mod, but version 2.3 discrimine player sex, and FTD is now playable with male characters. Dependendies : SexLab Dragonborn ZAZ Soft requirement : XPMS skeleton (for the sex scene with parasite armor). More Nasty critters (sex scene with Lurkers and seekers) Simple Slavery (for player sell as slave) TID (player can be sold to TID slavers if TID was not beginned) Incompatible : Maria Eden (some dialogues line of that mods overcome FTD ones). Collaborations : Pepertje (co author, dialogues fixer, screenshots) and Japanese version. Aqqh for script trick and collaboration. Alpha and Beta testers for their time, advices and critics. Xluxlu for music. Mixbutterdog for scripts, fixes, and Japanese version Fasterflight225 for the Radiant cultist quest Patch ! Permissions : Use the mod assets as you want. You're not allowed to upload that mod in other places than LL or Nexus, whitout the authors permission. Credits : Added a patch for "Radiant Cultist Quest" credits to @Fasterflight225 Current release : 2.6 (2.52 still available, with the japanese version, thanks to MixButterdog) Mod description (Thanks to Long John) : A series of disappearances of women from Solitude and across Haafingar. All the while there is a strange fog which never lifts the North Coast. To begin with it was just the peasant women who disappeared. Now however a noble woman has disappeared her family has applied political pressure to the Jarl and her court. This pressure has resulted in the launch of an investigation into the disappearances. As part of the investigation the Dragonborn is called in.... to enquiring in the Skyrim most isolated city : Insmouth. Will you be able to find the reason for the disappearances, or become the next victim? Play the adventure to find out... Or, in video (thanks to Shinjy72) : How to enter into Insmouth ? Talk to Knyva, the gate keeper, and pay 200 gold. - Part 1 : Enquiry. aFTD0Starter : dialogues for Innkeepers about the disapearances near Solitude. Done. aFTD1Begin : Hired by the blue palace stewart (Falk Firebeard), you will be send to Insmouth, a city on the North Coast, in Pale Hold. Find Zadok Allenith and Susana. Done. aFTD1Enquiry ; Made an enquiry in Insmouth, and try to discover the truth. Done. aFTD1Infiltration ; Infiltrate the temple. Done. - Part 2 : Facing the truth. aFTD2Ceremony : Assist to the strangiest ceremony you ever seen... Done. aFTD2Dream : Your mind submerged by the voices of the Deeps, made the strangiest dream you ever made. Done. aFTD2End : Understand all the awful truth. Meet Mankara... and made your choice.Done. - Part 3 : Serving the plan. aFTD3Begin : Rally the cult, made your oaths, and proove your value. Done. aFTD3Corruption : Serve the cult and corrupt some Solitude and DawnStar officials. Done. aFTD3Insmouth : Enslave Susana, and find some imperial and thalmors spies... the last one is needed for the ceremony.Done. Available in FTDredone 0.4. aFTD3LordDeeps : The final quest of the cult path. Done. - part 4 : Alone in the dark. Dont rally the cult, be punished, and come back for your vengeance ! aFTD4Begin : be a slave, and be sold. Done. aFTD4End2 : Take your revenge on the cult of the Lord of the Deeps. Done. - side and radiant quests : aFTDDialogues . just for a little immersion. Hostel owner, and gate keeper. a Dialogue for Lurka (opening cell gates). AFTDWhoreDialogues : Insmouth is a harbor. Harbor means prostitutes. aFTDInsmouthControler : Manage the cult progresson in Insmouth : objects, NPC. Locations : Insmouth : a city on the North Coast, not far from Dawnstar (Made by using Solitude buildings, and the harbor part of the city of Trade mod, but with modifications). Done. Insmouth interiors : interiors cells for Insmouth. Houses, store, stock, Inn, hostel... Done. Temple of the Deeps : The temple of the cult. Connected to lot of parts of Insmouth. Done. Ryelh : A very litle part of the city of Ryelh, in Apocrypha. Where the slaves breeds more Deeps inhabitants. Need to be redone. Done. Factions : Dagon : Lurkers, seekers, Deeps inhabitants (Raelek, Mankara, Khrushu, Harshulku...). I will try to made a special race for them... Cultists : some Insmouth NPC. Dagon Slave : Slaves used by cultists or for breeding. Slave : enslaved NPC, restrained and ready to sell. Whore : Insmouth prostitutes. Susana friends : the Investiguator faction... you and Susana the whore. Permissions : You're allowed to use this mod code as you want. You're not allowed to upload this mod on another platform. Assets belongs to their original authors. Ressources and other mods used : - Comvex Hermaus Mora Armor : http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/58062/? - DixiePig for the tentacle armor. - PS1 games Doom I and Nightmare creatures I for musics. Submitter Delzaron Submitted 03/13/2015 Category Quests Requires SexLab, Dragonborn, ZAZ Special Edition Compatible  

Oh boi, took me longer to get back around to this than I thought, sorry about that, busy week. Apparently I'm getting a couple hundred views per post, which is nice. Anyway, where had we gotten to? Oh yes, Melalia and Herelor had just started spawning their nightmarish brood. Cemilia, shockingly, wasn't anything special to begin with amongst her siblings. She took a naturally submissive bent, being masochistic, subservient, eager to please, and everything that came with those things. She delighted in learning the carnal arts from her mother, and became a daddy's girl in the worst (or best, depending on your view), way possible to her father. By the time she hit her forties, she was the rising star of the degenerate coven their family formed. She was also bored. Cemilia, you see, was strange by her families' standards. Most of her family didn't consider incest a taboo, and went along with it due to compulsion. Cemilia though? Cemilia saw it as a plus. The rest of the world thought it was wrong, so she took the view of it as a forbidden fruit. When she had her father or one of her brothers' inside her, or was cuddling nude with her mother and sisters, she was attracted as much to the idea that it was wrong as she was to them. It was almost off-putting to her family. Almost. To Cemilia, their reaction to it was too tame. No, the young vampire needed a more attentive audience. A group that would look down on her for her proclivities, and degrade her for her trouble. Cemilia took to travelling, she took to it hard, in every sense of the word, including the obvious joke one. She travelled from city to city, seedy backstreet to seedy backstreet, visiting army camps, bars, inns, draining every man she met and charging a skint minimum for her services. It's a good hting vampires are immune to every disease under the sun, because a normal woman would've been melted into stew by the census worth of men she put herself through over the course of those ten years. Wonderlust never lasts forever though, and Cemilia inevitably found a spot to park herself for the forseeable future, where she could concentrate and practice her degeneracy to the point of satisfaction. The heart of Tamriel, The Imperial City. This was the dead centre of the third era, before Oblivion, for those who don't know their terminology, when Cyrodil was a hussling and bussling hub of every person from every walk of life, everywhere in the world. Cemilia was home, for that time, getting tattoos up and down her body to commemorate milestones and achievements and to add to her self-degrading agrandisement, and started to wonder if she'd ever want to go home. Then, the unexpected happened. She got pregnant. For the longest time, Cemilia, and indeed most of her family, were fairly convinced that their line's women were next to sterile, only able to be bred by the extra-virile types that made up their family's men, or similarly powerful entities. Cemilia had been screwing hundreds of men over the last few years, so even more concerningly, she had no idea who the father was, or indeed, where he might've been from. The faces of those days just blurred together. It was almost saddening to her. Out there in the world, ther was some man that had truly dominant, virile potential, and she'd never see him again, or even know who he was. To her, it was the great tragedy of the age, Oblivion Crisis be damned. What made the situation worse was that many men don't consider pregnant women to be very attractive (for reasons beyond my ability to comprehend), so her client base dwindled, and despite years of loyal service, she was kicked out of the brothel she'd been staying at. Now, Cemilia's inner masochist, ever-present as it was, found this whole situation to be very pleasing, but her practical mind, often sudued as it was, thought that she had better finally return home, and regroup to raise her child. When she arrived though, Cemilia was in for a surprise, something she'd not seen before. Her mother, with a swollen belly to match her own. The Valatar family household never been host to two pregnancies at once, let alone of the matriarch and the youngest member of the family at once. And as luck would have it, Cemilia and her mother had concieved within days of each other, with Herelor and Melalia rutting on the regular to produce a new bundle of joy. What's more, they had plans to go for it again the moment Melalia gave birth, and then a few more times, getting a whole generation of the family going to expand into the weakening empire of the day. That Cemilia, the prodigal daughter, had returned ladened with child was a sign from their damned god that this was the right course of action. The two women remained in lockstep in their pregnancies, and gave birth on the same day, in the same room, producing two girls. Cemilia's daughter was named Dominicia, growing into a feisty white-haired and grey skinned firebrand, and taking on a tomboyish will to dominate others, denying the family's tradition of female submissiveness. Dominicia did not push her figure towards curviness through careful dieting and the assistanace of magic, but through muscle and raw strength, claiming that only a truly powerful man could claim her. Herelor, perhaps one of the only men strong enough to do so at the time, was uninterested in the bravado of an angsty young woman, and shooed her away from the family's holdings. Panamme, Melalia's daughter, was the polar opposite, and a credit to the family's vision. An aristocratic, dark haired and no less deviant girl, Panamme truly bonded with her older sister, Cemilia, who raised her as her own while the rebellious Dominicia took to thumbing her nose at her birth mother. She did get along with the punk of a girl she shared a birthday with however, and kept contact with her during her unofficial banishment. It was in this strange twist that Cemilia ended up more of a mother to her sister than to her own daughter, while Dominicia became something of a symbol of shame to her mother, and left her questioning her own nature, determined to produce more ideal heirs to her family's legacy.

This should be the last backstory segment. God knows what I'm gonna post about afterwards, suggestions would be appreciated, might post one of my old story comic thingies later on. It's not secret that finding Mr or Mrs right isn't exactly a day's work. Some people never manage it, and Cemilia, in the decades that followed, was no exception. For her, finding a man was all about finding a strong, virile and ever-so slightly sadistic man who could reliably churn out children she'd actually be fond of. Unfortunately, there was only one way to test all of these characteristics, and it was via the bedroom. Now of course, Cemilia was still barely fertile, thanks to our good old friend fictional biology, but with enough exposure to sunlight, any plant will bare fruit. The blonde and pigtailed Caralisia was born first. Cemilia's second daughter, the elder vampiress wasn't likely to let this one turn out like Dominicia, and coddled the girl... excessively. Caralisia became what would be in modern nomenclature, an edgy valley girl, spoiled and yet slightly unhinged and without a proper sense of social boundaries. Cemilia did a better job on the next girl, the dark haired and dark skinned Faustia, and managed to get a functional heir out of her. Perhaps... too functional. Faustia was deranged by normal standards, but by the ideals of her depraved family, she was squaemish, and easy to scare. Cemilia grew to despair, and went to an old friend of hers, a Breton witch by the name of Masartha, to commiserate. Then, the unexpected happened. Sitting by the fire, Cemilia and Masartha were talking about life, relationships, loneliness, all that the mournful can talk about, when a man kicked in the door. The women were frozen in place, their throats were cut, and they were raped. When the spell broke, and they were released, Masartha died instantly, while Cemilia, in an effort to survive, began to slurp up her friend's life's blood, and forced her restored vitality towards a feeling that was growing in her gut, a feeling of conception. The intruder, in his violation, had gotten her pregnant, in a way that ironically fulfilled all of Cemilia's criteria in a mate. But he was gone, a rogue evil out in the world, leaving her only with the memory of his spawn's conception, and the taste of blood on her tongue. Cemilia had thought to raise whatever child she had been given with the goal in mind to find this man, to perhaps seek revenge, or even court him, as her instincts told her to do, she wasn't sure. But this idea collapsed in her mind when her new and firstborn son came into the world. Carnel Valatar was the embodiment of the family's ideals, or at least those around its male line. He was rapacious, dominant, physically and magically gifted, and strong willed enough that the moment he came of age, his mother forgot about her search for any other man. The family's social acceptance of incest was one thing, it was typical that fathers tended to dally with their daughters, or brothers with their sisters. And indeed, if a woman of the family didn't educate her children in the ways of lust and desire, she was considered to be out of line, but a mother had never been so taken with a bastard son so as to fall in love, never so blindsided by his presence and power as to submit to him and want him for herself. Cemilia had found her man, in the most unlikely of places. Of course, the young and newly sired Carnel Valatar was anything but a gentleman in his younger years. With his deviant instincts being outright encouraged by his mother, he took to adventuring, as many in Tamriel did, and scoured the land in search of treasures, power, and any woman that took his eye. His campaign of conquest, for the decade and a half that it lasted, was legendary, and saw pointy-eared halfbreeds pop up the continent over, many of whom found their way back to their absentee father through their own instincts. On his return, Carnel let his delighted mother fall back into his arms as if he'd simply been away for an afternoon, and not nearly twenty years. Cemilia was by this point over two hundred years old, and had been forlorn at his leaving, not having the energy to track him, and not being welcome to tag along for this quest of debauchery. However, others had tracked the young vampire, and found him a curious sight. When Dominicia met Carnel, there was a fight. Not an argument, not a brawl, not a sibling squabble, a fight. Bolts of arcane lightning flew, claws slashed, and Dominicia was knocked off her feet with a right hook that shattered her cheekbone. In the fashion of her family, she was taken, both physically and emotionally, and for once, found herself quite willing to submit to a conquering force. With a single punch, Carnel had secured himself a harem, and his mother could not have been more proud to head it. Time passed, Cemilia and Dominicia were married to Carnel, along with his other half sisters. The other members of the family adapted to the new dynamic this relationship presented in the third generation, and the ancient Herelor eyed his new grandson with suspicion. Perhaps he was concerned that he or any of his other powerful sons might take this mother-marrying bastard as inspiration, and attempt to kill him for his own wife and concubines. Perhaps he was simply curious as to how his least successful daughter had sired such a mighty heir with nothing but a no-name rapist's assistance. None could say, and none dared ask, for the last Ayleid's thoughts were his own. Other developments came and went. Carnel and Cemilia were gifted with their first child, a girl named (for Cemilia's ego), Cimelia, and planned to have more on the way. Cemilia even took to strange and forboding magic, and made duplicates of herself, to her husband-son's delight. The Oblivion crisis forced the family out of the newly founded Aldmeri Dominion, and scattered them to the winds, though did very little to their power base in the long run. Carnel, Cemilia, and their quickly growing branch of the family found their way to the hills and mountains of Skyrim, just in time to profiteer off of a troublesome civil war. Oh, and Carnel started to see visions of a ghostly breton woman who would appear to him and claim to be his real mother. But who's to say how true the word of the unquiet dead can be?

Yay! First thread! Tell us all about your incest fantasies. Personally, I'd love for my dad to just completely dominate me & fill my pussy with his cum, whether I like it or not. My body belongs to him, after all. He brought me into this world, so I should serve him while we're here. Maybe he'd even knock me up & give me a son to fuck or another daughter for him to fuck.

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The Past Memories of the past. A family life with Nate and Shaun, sheltered and loved. Until that one fateful day... The Present Scraping by, working the streets to earn some caps. Lonely and abused. Rebuilding the Minute Women Until she was found by Presley Garvey. First bred, then rescued into his new following. Open for Recruitment The Minute Women are growing, and so is Nora's belly. Repopulating the Commonwealth.

It's Martin Valdez's 18th birthday! And for it, his only wish was to fuck a pregnant woman... and Baby Bee was more than happy to fulfill his sweetest desire. ❤️

Hello to everybody. I would like to know if there is any nudist aspiration mod and also a breeder aspiration. I've been looking for it but haven't found anything. I think they could be interesting additions in combination with wickedwhims. Thanks in advance!