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View File Obedience is freedom. Sanguine's Debauchery is a mod that subjects the player to enslavement as an alternative to death. Being enslaved by the opponents that defeat you in combat offers the player interesting story tangents and, above all, a continuous narrative in place of death and a reload screen. SD+ adds a number of new quests, sub-quests, and features that will expand and diversify your game. If you're looking for a mod that allows you new possibilities when you're defeated in combat (more than just "Oh, crap!", Ragdoll, Loading Screen), and especially if you've been looking for a way to have your favorite PC enslaved by all those nasty baddies running around in Skyrim, then Sanguine's Debauchery is the mod for you! BACKGROUND STORY Sanguine is an odd and unpredictable fellow. He is one of the few Daedra to be found frequently visiting Tamriel in person. In his wandering the mortal realm, he tends to take an interest in...playthings. The fate of one mortal in particular is irresistible to him. This mortal, this Dragonborn, draws him like a moth to a flame. By retrieving the Dragonborn from the threshold of death, Sanguine is free to apply certain conditions in exchange for his generosity. The Dragonborn as a toy. The Dragonborn an irrestible object of lust? The Dragonborn...a slave? For Sanguine, the possibilities are endless, and the debauchery has just begun. For details on gameplay mechanics and all of the features available in Sanguine's Debauchery, see : the online PDF Manual the FAQ page INSTALLATION As of version 3.6.1, SD+ comes in 2 files - SDPlus and SDResources. YOU NEED TO INSTALL BOTH. Remember to make copies of your save game BEFORE you install and enable this mod. SD+ is a standalone version. You do not need the original Sanguine Debauchery 1.0 installed for this to work. Upgrading from previous versions of SD+ should be possible. Before upgrading it's wisest to make sure you have a save where the PC isn't enslaved, in the Dreamworld, or in the midst of the Flowering Spriggan quest. REQUIREMENTS SexLab V1.62+ and its requirements: SKSE (V1.7.3) SkyUI (latest) Fores New Idles in Skyrim (Latest version. The spells add-on is not required.) Zaz animation pack V7.0 (NOT tested yet on v8.0 - let me know if it works for you) Devious Devices Integration v4.0 and its own requirements (v3.0+ will not work properly as of version 3.6) Devious Devices Assets SexLab Aroused (Redux) Devious Devices Expansion SexLab Dialogues - required to interact with your master during enslavement. ---- Death Alternative - Your Money or Your Life ( version 7.0 or above, of Death Alternative) is not required anymore but it is needed if you want defeat and death related triggers (required if you want compatibility with SexLab Defeat). You can play SD+ without it as long as you use the Surrender key to submit when you want or using compatible mods such as Simple Slavery. SlaveTats and the addon SlaveTatsEventBridge (also available in the download area of SD+) are needed if you want slave marks. SexLab Hormones if you want better support changes to physical appearance (shaved hair especially) A custom body replacer - CBBE BBP by Caliente or any of the UNP body replacers are supported (not required unless you care about the custom textures added by the whip in SD+) A custom skeleton - Custom Skeleton Replacers by Skulltyrant; Perfect 3-2 Skeleton by Ning; or XP32 Maximum Skeleton -XPMS by xp32 (needed for better support of ragdoll effects) Fuz Ro D'oh - for silent dialogues Note: Make sure to double check these required mods to see if they also have prerequisites. For example, Maximum Skeleton -XPMS requires Realistic Ragdolls and Force by dDefinder RECOMMENDED Mods using SD+ events: Immerslave - by Arbiter Simple Slavery - by Jfraser Deviously enslaved - by Chase Roxand These mods are not required but I am using some of them to test SD+ and improve the whole experience. Death Alternative Capture - by BralorMarr SexLab Defeat - by Goubo Slavegirls - by Hydragorgon SexLab Skooma Whore - Guffel Bathing in Skyrim - mzin_ CUSTOMIZATION Custom slave outfit You can customize the default prisoner outfit provided by your Master (follow the instructions in the MCM menu). You can also just wear any kind of clothing in your master's inventory or found around you. Default slave outfits for each level are provided by Killer Keos Skimpy CBBE V2-V3 Armor Replacer by Killer Keo - http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/3654/? Compatibility with Frostfall 3.0 The "SDPlus30Addons" file is no longer needed. For compatiblity with Frostfall, pleasure use the customized version of SexLab Warm Bodies in my Obscure Patches page. SD Customization Addons is an experimental addon that Content Consumer worked on to allow two types of customizations for SD+: - add more races from the DLC mods as creature masters - allow customization of slavery items between metal, leather and items from ZAP There are a few changes and notes: UPGRADING THE FILES After many tests and updates, SD+ works better on brand new games (where Sanguine Debauchery is activated through MCM). Regarding updates - since many people reported issues with the uninstall option from MCM, my recommendation for updating the files is to make sure you are not enslaved or wearing the spriggan host and just copy the files over. If that creates issues, go back to your save before the upgrade and try the uninstallation option in MCM (also making sure you are not enslaved in any way). Either way, given the current state of the scripts, I am still not recommending SD+ for any serious, 100+ hours save games... or you may be sorry later. Keep it for casual gameplay on test games or new characters. You can still run SD with the patch installed on top of a running game, but you may end up with missing scenes (dance, punishments) and spam in your Papyrus log (because of scripts baked into your game). Eventually, I am hoping we can come up with a better way to upgrade the script and restart key quests so that they take the new scripts into account. Until then, it is better to use SD+ on new save games. KNOWN ISSUES See a full list of known issues here: - All known issues: https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SDPlus/issues - Bugs only: https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SDPlus/issues?q=is%3Aissue+is%3Aopen+label%3Abug Use drop down filters on that page or click on tags to view groups of issues such as 'Enslavement quest' or 'Spriggan quest' only. COMPATIBILITY - Compatibility issues with other mods: https://github.com/SkyrimLL/SDPlus/issues?q=is%3Aissue+is%3Aopen+label%3ACompatibility INCOMPATIBILITIES Any mod that alters vanilla factions. If you use a mod that significantly alters vanilla factions, it may cause SD+ to fail to recognize the attacker as being a member of an eligible slaver faction. Any mod that actively manipulates the player's health during combat ( e.g. auto healing ) may make it difficult to trigger the enslavement events. SD Patches from Inte is NOT compatible with this version of SD+. It must be disabled and all scripts starting with _sd removed from your scripts folder if you want to use this version of SD+. Full change log API (for modders) ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Sanguine's Debauchery was originally developed by @jbezorg Many thanks to him for letting me build on his original mod and to jonjonzz, AwfulArchDemon, Ashra XIII, aelie, battenK for feedback during testing (and many others who contributed ideas and suggestions in the forum thread). Death Alternative - Your Money or Your Life developed by BralorMarr From the original SD page: Thanks to b3lisario, Calyps, Gatti, MasterChris, Nalim, Youiko, Zaria, ZaZ Animations Licensed From Mini Lovers 0.2.3 MiniLovers0.2.3 license.pdf - The original untranslated version of this license. Dance Animations - Dance Modder Resource by Umpa German version (2.0) - Verodor Manual and FAQ - GrayElephant Dialogues - skoalbite and Content Consumer SlaveTats racial overrides - groovus, crudo, corintio, eric23123 Falmer bindings - from Falmer Bikini Armor Moonshadow garden trees - from Hoddminir Plants and Trees Crawling animations - from Crawl on four animations If you want to contribute, help is needed in: - testing issues in the list and reporting new issues - updating the wiki to the new version (including screenshots) - providing code fixes using the github repository ( https://github.com/MinLL/SDPlus). Submitter DeepBlueFrog Submitted 12/15/2013 Category Dialog Sex Requires Death Alternative, SexLab, Devious Devices Integration ... and their required mods. Special Edition Compatible Yes View File

Are there any pee mods out there where the player/npc will pee upon death or does anyone know how to make one like in the video? The owner of the video said he added the pee animation from EstrusForSkyrim with the spasm animation from enhanced blood texture but he didn't want to share the mod. I also remember someone saying in the forums that there was a mod on 3dm similar to it but I couldn't find it. Does anyone know how to combine the animations together or could teach me how? I was also wondering if there are any more player death mods out there thats similar to Frozen, Electrocuted, Combustion mod or like More Realistic Death mod or maybe more killmove animations from other npcs or creatures like werewolves or spiders. Any help would be nice!

View File i take no credit for this mod i am just making it easier for other people to find it considering it is no longer up on its original site PRESERVE THE MODS ! Submitter kinghulk Submitted 02/21/2019 Category Animation Requires none Special Edition Compatible Not Applicable View File

https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/84844 It was on the Nexus but has been hidden for some time now. There's a similar one on the site, but it's not as good as this one. Please help me find it

I have no idea what is going on anymore

anyone remember the mod that replaced the werewolf kill tackle with a humping tackle? trying to find it grateful for any help?

This is such a great idea that I can hardly resist posting a thread, and I want it to exist, and I don't think it's the hardest thing to ever request...but I'm not sure. Okay, say you are out adventuring and you get attacked by too many wild animals or bandits or dragons and die. Maybe there's a 20-50- or 100% chance that you're just dreaming. I think it would be very immersive and a great addition to have a sort of dream sequence death. What if when you 'died' you woke up in a bed in a random inn or at home and this dialogue pops up in a text box: Hopefully death doesn't come to me outside my dreams. What do you think? How hard would something be like this to do? I would definitely download this, I bet lots of players would!

Okay, so I was wondering if there's a mod that exists that allows sims to die during childbirth? Not the babies really...though that might be interesting, but based on how the game handles babies I doubt that's a possibility. But I was thinking more-so the sim giving birth. I really just want to use it for storytelling and I'm not even remotely sure if it's possible or not. But I figured hey, if we've got miscarriage options now (thanks turbo!) then why not this? Has anyone come across it or is this a little too...advanced of a request?

In my brotherhood there are many types of murderers. They all keep something in common: stealth. Some prefer spells and enchantments, others prefer costumes, others prefer a stealthy dagger, others, poison, and there are rarely any like me. We use charm and eloquence to get what we want from them. Someone hired me to kill Lurbuk the bard in Morthal. Apparently the guy, in addition to ugly, sang badly and drove away the clientele of the inn. I don't judge whoever hired me, I would have done the same. In the middle of the night I slipped into the bard's room. I leaned over his bed and began unbuttoning his pants. The orc had a deep sleep, but no dream could avoid the pleasure of having his member in my mouth. Although my method is not the cleanest, it is the most effective. When you leave them dry is when they are weaker. At least I granted him a pleasant death. For reasons beyond my understanding, I was selected to carry out a mission of extreme delicacy. I had to contact a client in a Nordic ruins. Astrid seemed very serious about it. I guess this time I will have to skip the fun and be strictly professional. The client was very well dressed. Too elegant for the site he had chosen for the contract. Normally, the nobles who hire me do not try so hard to hide their intentions and they summon me at their homes. This contract was a new challenge. I expected no less from a noble. The goal was difficult, but the reward seemed quite succulent. Despite Astrid's orders, I couldn't help but wish for such a powerful man inside me. He placed me in extremely erotic positions, and finally, he made his escort join the party. I had never felt so desired (and full). He told me that if I completed the quest at the end of the week, he would fill me with jewels and celebrate my victory with an orgy in his mansion. Well, you can imagine the end...

(Death) Act II - Chapter XI Open the following spoiler to see the chapter. You can find all chapters and characters in my blog-description.

Part 1: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3583-chapter-25-a-naked-huntress-appears-12/

how many times have you had a character lose their one and only because the story said they had to die ? what did your character do about it ? mine burn the world usually not to bring anyone back or to cause suffering but because nothing else mattered anymore😢 btw i play a lot of cyoa books and choice books and visual novels and thats happened enough times with different characters and it never gets easier specially if you get invested interested to hear your answers and experiences

Edit- Please disregard this thread and refer to The Official Potema Chronicles Thread from now on. Thank you and I apologize for this move.

This is not really about adult stuff (at least not about Sex) but there are some pssibillities to improove vampires in Sims 4. Yes, I agree they are the best vampires we ever had in a Sims game, but they still arent perfect. That is mostly because EA has to stick to the rateing. Mods, however, dont have that restriction. Therefore, I am going to list some Ideas that I want to see done at some point for Sims 4s Vampires. -Rename Plasma to Blood. (That probably is difficult to do and requires a lot of translateing) -Make Plasma/Blood be red instead of purple. -Give Vamp-Kids and Vamp-Tots genetic fangs (vampires only) and give them bad moodlets in the Sun. -Maybe allow Vamp-Kids and Vamp-Tots to hiss every now and then, and let them consume Plasma/Blood as well. (Covered. But not for Toddlers, though. Link down below.) -Add another Interaction that lets a Vampire kill a Sim by sucking all the Blood out of him.(covered.) -Allow members of the Medical career to ask Sims for Blood/Plasma donations and therefore create medical Plasma/Blood Packs, Sell them illegally for extra money and let Vampires in the Medical Career steal medical Plasma. (GTW would be required, of course) -A Sarcophagus as a custom Coffin for REALLY old Vampires. -An Animation for Vampires to drink from Sims while they are asleep. No more need to wake them up to drink from them and letting them pass out on the ground. (I still have to figure out if there is a drinking animation of sitting sims, like both Vampire and Prey sit on the couch and the vampire drinks while both still sit. If that doesnt exist, I would like to see that too) -Remove the visual effects from certain Powers, like the red cloud from the "Alluring Visage" power. (Suggested by @JesusKreist) -Replace the animation for drinking from a willing sim to a bite to the Neck instead of the Arm. (Suggested by @Shirokamineko) If more Ideas show up, ill add them here. If any of those Ideas have been done, ill move them on the List below. If you want to add some Ideas yourself, feel free to do so. Same if you made a Mod or know about one not listed below. Be aware that some of those mods may be unsupported by the creators and therefore could damage your game. Use on your own risk. Vampire Mods I know of so far: -A mod that removes the timer after being bit, so a sim can be bit and drank from multiple times in one night. There are also some more files that are described as "Optional" that do additional tweaks. Includeing one (a bit buggy, as I understand from the comments) that makes the Target of "Drain life Spirit" die of hunger. The creator plans on collecting all vampire mods there, adding more optional files and make it a "Vampire Mega Mod". Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=588980 -A Mod that does the Same as the main Mod above, and is compatible with the newest version of it. However, this mod does that in a diffrent Way and affects Turning as well. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589112 -A Mod that Restricts Forgotten Hollow for Vampires. Non-Vampires enter the town only if invited or if its the Player. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=588900 (Im not useing it because it stops me from feeding on human neighbors.) -A Mod that stops Vampires from entering towns other than Forgotten Hollow. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589172 (Not useing it, for I want Vampires to show up in other neighborhoods as well) -A Mod that makes Plasma Packs fill up more thirst. (Thanks to @JesusKreist) Link: http://pearlbhsims.wixsite.com/pearlbhsims/single-post/2017/01/28/More-Fulfilling-Plasma-Packs (This link might not work anymore. Not properly tested) Mod Authors new blog site:http://pearlbhsims.blogspot.com/ Here you should find all the Mods of the mod author. Including several Mods that change how filling plasma/blood from what source is. -A Mod that tweaks the Dark Meditation for Vampires, and allows for more energy gain. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589174 -A Mod that reduces the weakness points, allowing a fully evolved Vampire to have fewer or no weaknesses. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589198 -A mod that fixes the issue of Vampires claiming to be sleeping when called at night. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589269 -A Mod that adds a "Supernatural Fan" trait and another vampire-lore-related Child Aspiration. (Doesn't work anymore) Link: http://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/156314538842/the-sims-4-mods-supernatural-set -A Mod that unlocks all the vampire powers, needs, buffs and whims for children. Still Buggy and WIP. Most Interactions and Animations included. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589300 (Still in Alpha Version, abandoned by the original mod creator.) Different modder updating the mod now:http://modthesims.info/d/610592/update-for-jerrycnh-s-child-vampire-manifestation-mod.html -A Mod that makes randomly generated Vampire NPCs wear normal clothes instead of special vampire outfits. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589400 -A Mod that makes the Ask to Turn and Offer to Turn interactions autonomous. So Vampirism will spread in your Game without you dooing anything. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589361 -A Mod that gets rid of the Vampires calling you and stuff when you start a new game, and the vampire tutorial. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589546 -A Mod that makes all vampires immune to the Sun, regardless of Powers and Weaknesses. (I will not use, But I list it anyway) Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589559 -A Mod that fixes the Bug where Vampires have human buffs like low hunger (even though they have no hunger). It will be obsolete as soon as EA fixes that Bug in a Patch, but I thought, I include that in my list anyway. (Obsolete) Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589619 -A two-in-one Mod. One that increases the amount of VXP gained per Vampire interactions, and the other increases the amount of starting VXP. For faster leveling up the Vampire. Both come in multiple Flavors. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589709 -A Mod that adds realistic Blood Bags and a Cooling Box for them. Outdoor Retreat GP is required as well as Vampires. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589835 -A Mod that makes all the vampire powers free. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=589871 -A buyable Sun protection potion and a buyable cure for Vampirism based on the Vanilla Coctails, but dont require bartender skill. Link Sun Potion: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=590056 Link Vampire Cure: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=590067 -A Mod that removes the relationship loss with the uncontrollable hissing. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=590063 -A Mod that makes Vampires Age and die like normal Sims. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=590978 -Not entirely a Vampire-Mod, but it makes interactions like socializeing gain fun along with social, and has some vampire specific flavors. Best read for yourself. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=591518 -A Mod that removes the hissing animation or the animation for switching dark form and normal form or both. This allows you to just instantly switch between forms without animation. Just like that. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=593845 -A Mod that allows vampires to age normally. However, the lifespan is longer. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=594969 -A Mod that renames Plasma to Blood Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=595115 -Not exactly a Vampire mod, but it allows your Sims to kill each other. Vampire specific interactions are there. Link: http://sims4studio.com/thread/7833/studio-drama?page=1&scrollTo=76154 -A Mod that allows you to toggle weather you want vampires in your game or not. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=595415 -Fangs for Kids and Toddlers Links: https://pickypikachu.blogspot.ch/2016/05/revamped-updated-vampire-fangs-for-all.html https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets/title/vampire-teeth-toddlers/id/1364599/ -A Mod that slows the thirst decay for Vampires down. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=596578 -A Mod that disables the vampire growling and hissing in normal form. It only happens if the dark form is manually shown or if you get the uncontrollable hissing weakness. Link: http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=598686

Story I remember the voice in the sap. It is something I have chosen to never forget. The thought that perhaps my life has been, decided, preordained like a written story someone obsessed over. Perhaps. But I would like to think there were, surprises. That perhaps it may only have been a basis, something to start off with, and what comes after is going to be unexpected. But what the voice echoed was at first, something I could barely understand. Words suggesting that my calling in life would be something with the power over both, but then I did not understand. Yet, I eventually took to the magical arts, and soon enough, came the knowledge of Necromancy. But my concern was not just with the dead, no it was with the living, as well. Most barely understand the practice of Necromancy, believing it to be this or that, and never wanting, or seemingly needing to understand. Just branding those practicing it as immoral, or simply just criminals. But is that really it? Is that all there is? Surely I never took someone innocent and began using their body, live or dead, for experiments. But to dissect the dead, to understand what lies beneath this pile of viscera we walk around in, perhaps that, I did. But those were never innocent souls - far from it, in fact. Though they could barely understand this. What they saw, was what they wanted. Black, bloody scales, a pair of blue eyes with only hints of curiosity, yet they saw anger and hatred. Though they were not strong enough, the will not being there. Just the words, for them, were enough. When I moved on, as I eventually would, I am sure they breathed as sigh of relief. I am not sure why, though there are those who can find issue with things they do not understand, as I said. But what I found of interest, was what I heard among peers. Others who practiced Necromancy. They all sought something, some power which I wondered, why? What was it for? Power for it's own sake? To be strong? To be respected? For what? This did lead to questioning myself. Why did I want power? Why did I seek this same power, even if I had no wish to perhaps, leave this mortal form, that they saw as limiting? The answer I found, was simple. The voice. The knowledge conferred by the sap. What perhaps gave me these vibrant eyes and dark scales. Life and death would be my concerns. That I would gain power over the dead, and I would admire and enjoy life. What I have to imagine though, is that these words are, not specific. They are a basis, and what I do with that, is my own. So I have chosen to embrace the practice of Necromancy, and I chosen to keep the touch of mortality, so as to enjoy it's pleasures. Yet, there was more. another phrase which it echoed, that I have yet to figure out. 'Black scales and Blue fur, both shall face the maze in the dark, and they shall find glory in the cold'. Perhaps thinking I knew what this meant, I traveled to Skyrim, the home of the Nords. A land which, though having regions which were more than just snow covered wastelands, was known for snow, and of course, the cold. Then, I could not know how much of a mistake this would be, even if perhaps it would not mean my end. Instead, it could be considered a new beginning, as perhaps my work, and my life, had become very stale. Studies on magic, bedding women of various races, and even some men that took my fancy, and honestly, such encounters were rarely sullied with the offerings of coin. Along with the various traveling, and other things that had become quite tiring, although certainly that would not be something that suddenly stops. But one of those clothing bared exploits introduced me to the sister of a man, her brother, who had a job in mind. Which I had no idea if I was suited for, but upon telling him I was a mage, he made no changes to his offer, or retractions. He believed such skills could be useful. Though I neglected to mention my skill with Necromancy, as I did not think it would be that important. It was not too much time later where I was told I would have help, which I had no way of knowing if this was a sign that this man seriously wanted this job done, if he was willing to pay a generous amount for it's completion, and apparently, willing to pay in full, or rather, double, if only one of us survived. Granted, this did not fill me with fear. Why? I have long understood the concept of loyalty, and no matter if I am forced to work with someone, or choose to, I would not willingly betray them, or do so with intent or purpose. All the groups I have been with, all the people I have met with the the same interests as myself, I have never harmed any of them. So I was thinking that, in spite of the possibility that this partner of mine would not think the same way, I tried to think that I would not have to worry about it. But I was to be proved, wrong. No matter how it would turn out in the end. When I met this, partner, for the first time. It surprised me. A Khajiit with blue fur, a pair of orange eyes, and a prominent scar on his face. This sight would stick on my mind, for two reasons. The first being is that I found myself, interested. But not just in the material - I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything I could, which seemed to be an almost inescapable feeling. I kept thinking that this may be no more than a few days with this Khajiit, and then after our pay was collected, we might never see each other again. I was half distraught at this thought, yet tried to think more in a fashion which I knew as unbecoming of me. Just think about the money. Even with doing that, my thoughts never turned to greed. I was going to do the job, and collect the share I was offered. Nothing more. This Khajiit, Inigo, had other ideas. I noticed perhaps, what he believed that I did not. He was deep into a skooma addiction. I heard him mumbling to himself in the small hours of the morning, mentioning a, Felix, or something like that. A name? A person? Someone he knew? I had no idea. Yet I somehow kept forgetting to offer him help, mostly due to completing the first part of the job. Which, was to kill two men - both brothers of our employer, who believed that due to his brothers being drunken louts, they had less of a claim on their father's, or families' fortune. So he wanted them dead, and we were to kill them. Admittedly, the first one was easy. Inigo covering me with a bow, and I was in the thick of it with blade and spell in hand, and while it was Inigo who made the crucial kill, I still left him to it, mopping up the rest of the damned lout's guards. Or letting one or two of his own guards, risen with my magic, to do the sweeping. The second was less eventful, but similar. The only notable thing from that, was that like the first, we set the servants free, and after the target was ready for a coffin, one of the girls, at her insistence, was curious. She had lived a sheltered life in this keep, and had barely seen or heard of other races. But she was not interested in traveling with me, no. She wanted, me, for the night. I took her to the battlements, and gave her a cold, yet hot and sweaty night, wrapped in the embrace of black scales. Nothing entirely new for me, but something still rare even so. But I was not to focus on that part of what happened, for very long. For there is the second reason the sight of this Khajiit would stick in my mind, which cannot forget, though for a time, I did lack this knowledge. It could be said that I should have acted. Should have done something about the problem that was, in a sense, akin to a knife to my back. But I did not. It is difficult to consider who is more at fault for what happened - myself, or Inigo. If I had done what was possible to assist with his addiction, perhaps it would not have happened. But I failed to do so, and thus, he acted in his, perhaps greed. If he had come to me with the problem, he knew I was a mage, and perhaps knew I could possibly do something to help him. Though I can understand - in his eyes, the coin was far more important. I had seen others with similar problems, and the reason is not obvious - their head is not clear, not making the connections to improve their situation. Instead, the connections they make are to get the next bottle, the next few, and to stifle their nagging need for their chosen vice. So when he acted, I should have seen it coming. But he did not act for help, no. He acted to help himself, with the tip of his arrows. Not that one actually hit me, but from his perspective, it certainly did. The actual truth was that I fell. Perhaps further than a mortal should, though more a physical fall than any others I had taken. Some would call a choice to dabble in Necromancy a fall for any mage, but I disagreed. But this kind of fall, to me, seemed far more damaging. To what, exactly, took time to understand, but the answer eventually seemed obvious - to the mind. I had heard of a rarity in magic - that those skilled with it could, under certain circumstances, cause random things to occur, even things they consciously would not be able to do. Perhaps, I had done something to slow the fall, enough to survive it, but a side effect was a temporary loss of memory. One that persisted for at least three months, but that would be after I found some place safe to stay, hours later. In that time, I had found a small group of mages, who I understood to be more on the nefarious side of things, even in my condition. Perhaps any other would not be able to have joined, but perhaps it was to my luck that the mage outside this place, was female, and when I stumbled towards the cave, leaning on a rock in sight of the passage inside, I witnessed her laying on the floor of a ruined house, her robes open, and heard stifled moans of pleasure. Her hands worked over the fleshy slit between her legs, and I felt my body betray my weakened state, by forcing a tightness in my cock, and my mind drifted from the want for rest, to something else. It as bold to stumble in her direction, and I believe her surprise was less than mine, when her reaction to me, was simply to stare. I waved, and then moved my clawed hands down to remove the rope holding my robes closed. When they fell from my shoulders, our eyes met for a moment, then I lost hers as they drifted down to my scaly cock. She sat up, and made it arguably worse for me, by first biting her lip, and then moving to her knees. Inching forward, she first placed a hand on my thigh, looking up at me with an expression that was a silent question, though neither of us needed it to be answered. Moving her hand from my thigh, she cupped my balls, rubbing her fingers over the back, rolling them in her palm. Her other hand grasped my cock, and she seemed to take some delight in briefly pulling the skin back, and exposing the head, and moving the flesh back to hide it. Then, she put her lips to the still covered head, kissing it, and letting her tongue find the opening to slip inside. She did not linger on this very long, opting soon to move her hand back to the base of my cock, and her lips to engulf my scaly cock as far as she could take it. Which was far enough to surprise me, but she was not going to end things off this quickly. Taking her hand off my balls, and my cock from her mouth, she looked up and me and smiled. "That is not the mouth I want to swallow you with." So she sat back on the ground, her robes splayed open on the wooden floor, and opened her legs to me . "Come on. I don't care if I have no idea who you are...but this will be a start." I knelt, crawling over to her, and found she was only slightly shorter than me, which meant that she was just about staring at my neck or chest, once I was over her. I was going to take the time to ask if she was sure about this, when I felt her hands grabbing my cock. When I looked at her, she laughed."Most of the idiots inside, are only focused on studying magic, and I have not had a good fuck in months - and I've never felt one if you Argonians inside me." She did not wait for me to say anything, she put the head of my cock to her wet slit, and slid the head inside. I felt my mouth want to pull back over my teeth, and she placed her arms and legs around my back. "I want all of you..." She about whispered in my ear, so I obliged. Keeping one hand on the floor, I placed the other on her breasts, and she pulled my head to her face in at least an attempt at a kiss. She found particular interest in sucking on my tongue, once it found it's way into her mouth. "Oh by the gods, the scales...the smooth bumps..." She gripped tightly on my back, and used her legs to keep my balls against her behind. The pressure was building, and I saw no reason to stop. I did become curious when she had seemingly removed one of her hands from my back, and I had no idea what she intended to do, at least not until I felt her tickling my balls. Though that was not entirely her intention, as when I looked at her, she smiled, though she did not say anything. I had the thought that she must have stuck a finger in her behind, but that seemed less important when another touch to my balls sent me over the edge. This caused a few things - my load releasing inside of her, her legs pinning me against her body, and soon enough, it felt as far wetter around my crotch than it perhaps should have been. "Oh....yes. I want to...keep...you around...for a while." She let me off her, and when I slid my cock out of her, I got a look at the results. I was smirking as I saw that she had seemingly pissed herself, apparently with how good she found it, and then gobs of white dripping out of her slit. She looked at me, laughing herself. "Trust me, I've had friends do worse than that. I'll have to see if they have another pair of robes inside, and perhaps burn these. Anyway...Oh, what is wrong?" Perhaps the encounter was only a temporary reprieve from the pain, but with it over, it was back in force. It was all I could do to not fall on her, and in my attempt, I simply laid my head to her stomach, and passed out. I was just conscious enough to hear her say one last thing, until at least a few hours later. "Oh, you must have went through something horrible. I'll fetch the others and get you inside, where you can stay with us until you heal, or for as long as you want." It seemed like I was in a haze for at least two weeks after that. Either asleep, or close to it, focusing on memories. Thinking of what I wanted to do once I was better, thinking of where I would go. Perhaps I should have focused on what happened, but that seemed to be too much of a blur. Like a memory you forget, but when you consider just the right detail, it seems you never really forgot. If that would happen, I did not know. But soon enough, it seemed far more important to focus on the present, and not the past. This is where she comes in. That intimate relationship would not be the last, as it seems she was right. Out of most there, the focus was on magical study, and little time was spent on other things. I did eventually question at least one of the other mages there on why a place like the College of Winterhold would not be more suited to their aims, and I was brushed off, with a comment about them being too strict on certain matters. I kept it in my head though, as some place I may go, should I decide to leave. Otherwise, I found out later that, Jona, the mage I had encountered outside, was into a few, interesting things, though she kept mentioning having known people with far more, perhaps deviant interests, which made her own, tame by comparison. She had also mentioned that, she certainly was not looking to be a mother, and knew of a plant that was able to prevent such a thing, when prepared properly. To be honest, I did not have much of an interest in alchemy before, but she inspired me. It seemed useful, and the knowledge was perhaps invaluable, just as much as any other kind of magic. It was some time later, over three months, when I finally decided to leave. I had finally grasped the idea of using magic again, to the point where I managed the summoning of a Flame Atronach, though this was from a scroll. It was not immediate, and I did not leave with her not knowing. When I told her, she made the suggestion that I expected. It was of little concern that I woke her from a sound sleep, no. It was her reaction to pull me into the bed, and let me embrace her once more. If I would ever return, or would ever see her again, I do not know. Honestly, I had little idea at that point exactly where I was going to go. Perhaps the College eventually, but for the moment, when I stepped out of that cave for the first time in a while, I felt, free. Modlist Screenshots

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Red Sand Chapter 2 Revision.docx Hey folks, sorry about the year or so wait, had a lot of personal issues come up...But here is the revised portion of Chapter 2A, 2B will be coming along shortly. Enjoy and feel free to comment, share, etc. Above is the word document, just in case this one below has format issues. Chapter 2A: The Party The feeling of being stalked only grew more and more intense as I started to hear the panting, maybe some sort of animal must’ve slipped through the fences looking for food. The funny thing is though; I don’t see Ptra getting startled, which is strange because he usually attacks anything that frightens him. I guess I’m just imagining things. With my back turned, hands at the ready to grapple whatever is coming for me I felt a large mass knock me to the ground. I hit my head on the way down, causing me to roll over groaning, feeling something wet on my face. It was a tongue and not a human’s mind you; the tongue was followed with the smell of nasty ball breath and an incessant panting sound. I knew all too well who this assailant was; it was my most trusted ally, Leke. Somebody must have let the damn dog out of his pen and now he is running around licking people, filling my nostrils with his nasty dog breath. The big black and brown dog stood about the size of a large desert wolf, this is probably due to him being a wolf dog but one never knows these things for sure. The big lug has an almost completely lupine appearance, save for one of his ears being floppy like that of dogs. Along with this, he exhibits many dog like behaviors such as his enjoyment of fetching things. “You’re a good boy aren’t you? Even despite all your annoying quirks, aren’t you boy?” I mutter as I pet him, eliciting a content panting noise from him. However, I still get the feeling that my faithful companion was not my true assailant, this of course being confirmed by both Ptra and Leke becoming excited by some sort of presence near us. “Show yourself this instant!” I say as I turn towards the door frame cautiously, only getting a couple of muffled childlike chuckles and giggles in return. I decided to sneak up towards the source of the noise just outside of the doorway; as soon as I get out there I’m going to tackle the fiend just like I did big brother. I got right at the doorway waiting only a mere 5 seconds until I jumped out and lunged myself at the source of the noise, nothing could prepare me for the utter sense of embarrassment I would face. The thing that unnerved and almost frightened me was not some roaming beast or brigand, no; it was a pile of two dumb kids laid underneath me. My sibling rage started to boil as I knew who these hooligans were and what they wanted; the twins had always been trouble makers (even at the ages of 12) so I guess clownish behavior runs in the family. Mili and Taph were inseparable, even from birth they clung to each other like furs or linen on a cold desert night. Mili was technically the oldest of the twins (at least by a few seconds); her sandy brown skin matched her beautiful brown and green hinted eyes, whereas her messy long black hair glowed with its deep midnight hue. I did not know it at the time, but apparently she had the same “condition” that our oldest sister had; this information only being disclosed to my mother, father and Taph, outside of the midwives who delivered her. She was a feisty little scamp and in retrospect I now can see why, the anomaly often causes the people it effects to take on traits of their opposites, leading to some interesting behaviors. But none the less, I loved her and my other siblings dearly (save for the accursed one) even despite her faults. Mili can be a very rambunctious, outgoing and extroverted girl, usually behaving more like a young boy than a girl leading her to get into conflict and display unladylike behaviors publicly, whereas compared to Taph, who prefers to act in an opposite fashion to our sister. Taph was a very…..quiet child, way less outgoing and boisterous then our sister, he always would follow behind her like the weak little lamb that he was. He was even lighter than she was, which came to a surprise to us all as both our parents are dark of hue in the traditional Yoku fashion. His eyes were even stranger as they shone like topaz, a strange yellowish brown color emanating from them, giving him the impression of some sort of demon or cursed one, further leading to his shyness. Taph was always reluctant to go out anywhere because of his inborn meekness and the fact that most people saw him as some sort of freak; the fact that he was outside playing pranks on me with Mili shows that he is growing as a person, discarding his old self for something better and stronger. He too apparently was born with the “condition”, something even I cannot even comprehend to this day. “Why would the Gods permit this sort of abnormality, this mutation?” I do not know now nor did I know then. All these thoughts of mutations and the like running throughout my head did not curb their playful actions as they began to wrestle me even more, laughing hysterically, rousing Leke to jump in and start play growling at us. “Get off me you damn brats!” I said, being shaken out of my deep thought. “You Gods damned little shits keep playing pranks on me……and now this is your punishment!’’ I shouted quasi seriously causing Leke to bark in agreement. Picking both of them up under my arms, each secure under my defined musculature. Once I had the two brats, I hauled them over to the horse’s water trough (large enough to fit an adult man inside mind you) and threw them in soaking them thoroughly. “Ha! This is what you little bastards get, fucking with me!” “Didn’t you know by now? The oldest always wins!” I say triumphantly not knowing the truly impending danger I was in. While we were laughing and goofing off, I did not hear and was obvious to the heavy, thundering footsteps behind me. “Oh so does that mean I should win little brother?” I know that voice……it’s the voice of pure evil, the vile villain Kita. I could feel the gloomy aura radiate as my big dongo stood right behind me, her evil grin I’m sure, in full effect. Slowly turning I saw her form and much to my disgust, Kita (Gods damn her) had the regalia and armor of a Breton paladin, specifically a Daggerfelian style armor. Her shining adamantium chest and body armor fit nicely with her slender yet muscular form, the chest piece, pauldrons, gloves and greaves seeming as if they were just polished hours ago, unaffected by the weathering desert sands. She stood in her typical high and mighty fashion, spine straight, shoulders even and back, showcasing her vile toothy white smile to top it all off. Her hair was a strange red color; almost as if she had dyed it further making her strange purplish tinged brown eyes stand out even more. Her face was mostly pristine with minor scratches here and there furthering her meaning look. I cannot lie though…… as much as I hate my sister, (Ruptga knows I do) I must admit she is stunningly beautiful. She is even on par with the highest level of courtesans and noble women of the Republic; one might argue the most attractive woman in all of Hegathe. And this is coming from a man who has seen the many gorgeous women of Hegathe up close; she gives all the Raga women in the province a run for their monies. A classic Raga beauty like her knows she is top notch and she flaunts it, for every Jaharadin, Suten, and Navid in town. Her features were of a soft, womanly, and entrancing sort yet strong and arrogant, a deadly combination that I knew all too well. I looked at her stunning beauty with horror, as I knew this gold outer coating hid a deep and dark pile of shit underneath, the worst kind of corrupt and vile soul. She knew this and continued to smile, “How are my beloved siblings doing on this fine day?” she said in her typical fake enthusiasm. “Benu! You’re home” my younger brother and sister cheered, clamoring and chanting around her in a circle, their affection for her and their joy upon her arrival. They do not know how she truly is as they were naught but a thought in the minds of father and mother, they don’t know her like Jarad, Mene and Hakim do, even Leke and Ptra don’t like her and they’re animals! While being hugged by my two naive younger siblings, Kita looked from up above them onto Leke and I, reveling in her trickery and deceit. All she got in response was growling from Leke and the utter hatred showing in my eyes, that of which she responded to by stating in a callous tone, “Cute pooch, hopefully he doesn’t get into an accident later….”. “What do you mean big sister?” the twins say in almost a sort of unison “I thought he was a good dog?” “Oh you know me little siblings, I do love to joke” she said with her forked tongue, “I hate this bitch with a passion….. lying to our family”, I think as I look at the three of them embracing. “Why don’t you little angels run off to play somewhere else….maybe the dining hall perhaps?” she spoke in that foreign tongue, “Juji and I have some adult things to talk about”. Utter nonsense, but being dumb kids the twins bought the lie and ran at top speed towards the dining hall in the main building, a mile or two away from the stables. “You miss me juji-ki (little slave)?” she said in her low yet still venomous, melodic voice, “I know you miss our…..time together don’t you juji?” She really put some extra evil into that last one, trying to sound somewhat seductive and alluring as she fluttered her evil eyes at me. My cock was starting to get hard, almost as if my body remembers what I went through with this deadra in human flesh. “Why would I ever miss you?” “I had hoped you were dead in that last war we fought with those heathen elves!” I said with a mixture of fear, arousal, hatred and pride. “Fufufu…….juji you can’t get rid of me that easily, I will always be there for you” she said slowly and seductively, pure venom dripping from her mouth as she rubbed her hands across my toned chest. She was still about a foot taller than me and she played into our height difference by getting close, right to the point where I could smell the honey wine on her breath, looking down into my eyes, hers’ burning with her sick and twisted lustful fantasies. “Come with me juji…..” she said as she grabbed my arm, intending to lead me towards the guest house. She was met with some resistance from my enthralled being as part of me did not want to go with her. I stood firm, still strong enough to hold my own against the seasoned warrior, “I don’t want to go with you.” I said calmly. All she did was flash a look at me, her typical narrowed eyes with that wicked smile of hers, her soft yet firm hand guiding me to her plump and muscled butt, giving me a good feel of the jiggly mass. She always does this, she always plays with my feelings, manipulating me and I absolutely hate it. She knows I am attracted to her, she knows I hate her, and she knows why I hate her but still can’t resist. Her devilish charm always entranced any male that came before her, I was no exception. The urge was too strong to resist, her look flashing me back to the times when we were kids…ugh. “Fine, I’ll go” I say as I grope her plump ass through her brown pants, the words slipping begrudgingly out of my mouth. “Great, right this way” she said, taking my arm and leading me to the guest house. As we were beginning to leave the stable area Leke started to whine, probably not wanting me to go with this she devil, leading me to offer some sort of consolation to the doggo. “It’s ok boy, I’ll be alright……You stay here and hold down the fort” I said solemnly receiving a bark from Leke as he laid down on the grass, visibly riddled with worry. Kita and I walked through the least traveled part of the area, as not to arouse any suspicion of our destination nor intent, touring the fairly large expanse (for a private estate) near the beach. The guest house was far off; a ways away from the corral on the beachside, the long walk giving us a nice look at our large and ancient estate. The rolling fields gave way only to sparsely scattered palm and fruiting trees of tropical origin, with the occasional flower patch growing out of the various ponds that dotted the landscape, leaving the somewhat scattered orchard with an exotic aesthetic. The cool and gentle sea breeze kissed our windblown faces as we moved further to the home, only getting more enthralling as the various birds and beach life started moving around on their daily routines, making their usual noises. We continued to walk down the beach, enjoying the sights of the ocean for about a 10 minutes before reaching the guest house, the whole trip somewhat putting my mind at ease from the inevitable doom big sis had planned. The strange thing was though; Kita didn’t even talk to me, not one word throughout the whole trip…..odd to say the least. Walking the shoreline, we finally began climbing up the small hill, giving that murderous bitch the chance to occasionally look out of the corner of her eye at me, seemingly making sure she still had my in her clutches. Gods know this woman is the definition of crazy, her silence somewhat encouraging my assumption in some ways, something that is even more foreboding than I once thought. We had finally reached the guest house, standing quite regally near the end of the animal palisade on top of a hill overlooking the ocean, choosing to take the scenic route along the beach leading up to here. When we finally got up to the bottom most step of the place I could finally see the true quiet beauty of the place. It was built less in the traditional Yoku fashion of the Yoku in Heaghte and more like the buildings I have seen on my trips to Sentinel. The walls were painted a misty blue color, almost mirroring the ocean perfectly with the extra white trims on the house’s frame and exterior. The house was octagonal in shape and had a perimeter around it that formed the outdoor patio; it was well kept and had many straw and wicker furniture items like chairs, tables both large and small, lounge chairs, and the like. The sounds of multiple conversations in the common imperial tongue were steadily coming out of the open windows…. I thought this place was private? Apparently not, as we both saw two scraggly dressed nordic men come flying out of the easternmost window with a loud and destructive crash, probably fighting over money no doubt. Kita, upon seeing this, just laughed it off paying it little to no mind as she led me inside through the white doorway, I offered no protest. Inside it had an even more Sentinese feel to it than outside, the walls were a sky blue with waves painted on them giving them a rolling appearance. These patterns covered a main room that could fit about 30 or so people in it with the various lounge chairs and all. One of the ruffians, a redguard, saw me with her and proceeded to greet her all the while starting me down, “Oi Capitan Kit, who’s is this….boy yur travelin with?” He said looking me over suspiciously. His is accent was very strange for a fellow Redguard, even as a brigand he stood out, “This little shit is my brother, he’ll be accompanying me to the festivities” she said in a stern and plain voice. “You idiots better not break anything else, and don’t think I didn’t notice that window…..that’s minus 100 septims from the lot of you.” I see she pays them in imperial money, typical nudri lover. The brigand knew she was serious and tightened up his stance, “Yes ma’am we’ll get this here mess cleaned up right away!” he said as he shuffled off in the direction of one of the side rooms where all the commotion was coming from. “C’mon Div this is the last stop”, my sister said as she grabbed a bottle of Surlie Brothers wine, “Just up the stairs then I can show you something…” “Oh goody, a present!”, I said rolling my eyes at her rousing her ire just enough for her to give a light but still very much hard punch to the shoulder. I followed her lead, rubbing my arm up the main staircase to one of the rooms at the end of the hall on the right side of the balcony entrance on the second floor. The room had the white, ocean theme with only one difference, there was this odd symbol carved into the wood frame above the door. It looked as if someone had drawn crude rectangular, circular and triangular shapes into the wood with a sharp hunting knife. That wasn’t the only strange thing either, the carving seemed to glow a faint bluish purple deep indigo color, and certainly it must be a trick on my eyes because this shit is too weird. Anyway we heard moans coming from behind the door with the culprits being discovered soon after, the door gave way to a scene of two male pirates one a strange elf and another imperial taking a female dark elf by the throat and ass. Before I could say anything Kita yelled, “You fuckers fucking in my room again?!” “I told you idiots to stay the hell out of here!” I flinched hard at the sudden burst of outrage, and it appeared as if I was not alone because the other three miscreants fucking on her bed jumped right out off of the mattress like a grasshopper jumps leaves. “I..I..I’m sorry mistress it’s…it’s just when we came up here all the other rooms were taken, we had o go somewhere…..” the imperial said timidly urging the dark elf to get dressed. The elf just silently put on his undergarments and pants and stepped out of there avoiding Kita’s harsh gaze like a priest to a brothel, “I’ll just get outta here….” he said as the elf hurried out of the room leaving the imperial and the female elf alone with us. The imperial man was about to leave until suddenly he was halted midstride by my sister, with a strong hand on his chest, “Now this isn’t going to happen again is it? I’d hate to have to come and see your mother Cassius…” Kita said calmly. The look on this man’s face made me fear my sister even more; he looked as if he saw a wraith rape his mother to death, leading to a face of pure horror. That last bit put a fire under his ass and he ran out the door and down the stairs following the strange elf’s path. And then there were three, I thought looking at the attractive elven woman, sweat and other fluids flowing off her and out of her. It was all unbelievable, the whole situation, me following my sister like a lost puppy, these brigands fucking in my parents beach house, the fact that she brought her entire company with here to Hegathe, it was all too crazy to believe. The smacking of ass flesh woke me out of my reflection as I saw my sister slap the ass of the dunmer woman, “I’ll be calling you back next time love” she said as she winked at her before kicking her out of the room. “Finally it’s just you and me baby brother...” she said in a seductive and ominous tone as she pushed me down onto the stained filled, regal bed. Kita closed the doors to the balcony, drawing the curtains to as to get more privacy. She even closed the windows and cast some sort of spell from her hands leaving me sitting on the bed in a complete unnatural darkness. Now I was starting to get worried as horrible memories of my younger years with her started to creep back into my mind. Somehow she could sense my fear and told me to “No need to fret, I’ll take care of you”, whatever that means. I didn’t expect what happened next as she cast another spell, this one lighting up specifically placed candles with blue and purple flames, a most unnatural fire, that in conjunction with the candles, looked like some sort of daedric ritual. My fear rose even higher freezing me in my place at the edge of the bed, as the candles burned brighter emitting some sort of sweat aroma, making me tingly and hot inside. She seemed to be able to see in this dim light and poured some of the wine we had collected earlier, bringing glass in hand to me, opening mine, placing it in my hold. “Drink”, I hesitated for a second or two, feeling the strange stare of her eyes upon me as I sipped on the hot spiced wine. The moment I ingested that shit I felt it, my mind got hazy, my heart beating faster than a ritual drum and my dick became harder than the stone statue of Frandar in the city market district. The wine burnt on the way down leading me to believe she drugged me with some sort of aphrodisiac; this is why I fear her, because she always does shit like this. She took advantage of my delirium and pushed me down onto the bed, straddling me saying nothing, staring into my eyes with her traumatizing yet tantalizing gaze. I almost melted just seeing her pretty, slightly glowing enchanting eyes look at me with a warm yet cold, passionate yet distant appearance; if me phallus got any harder I would probably die. She saw this and rubbed my dick against hers……wait a minute hers? I forgot she was cursed; she could both sire and bear children, a once rare abnormality that was becoming more widespread for some unknown reason. She, still saying nothing, took my throbbing, fully erect penis out of my pants and rubbed it ever so gently against her bulge and between her fingers, sending tingles down my spine. She was trying to get me to blow my load first, but they don’t call me Divaad the Philanderer for nothing! Gritting my teeth and gripping her hips, I stay vigilant and focused on not succumbing to her touch, my hatred for her helping me focus all my energy into not falling for her tender ministrations. “Awe, you’re no fun baby brother” she said in a sarcastic pouting face, her tone dripping with blatant sarcasm and sadistic humor. “I guess I’ll have to up the stakes….wouldn’t want to let down my favorite sibling...” She didn’t have to say anything else, I knew what she was going to do…. preparing for the worst I mentally braced myself. “Gods I don’t want to die like this” I pleaded in my mind, too frozen with fear, lust and anticipation to say it. I did not expect of her what she would do next, leaving me in utter surprise as she let down her gorgeous, long, brown hair and leaned into my face just, staring at me. She was so close I could feel her breath, it smelled of a mix of expensive wine, and honey, a sweet smell that she saw I enjoyed. I couldn’t take it anymore I had to do something! I cupped her face and kissed her deeply, swirling my tongue around hers as we connected, she did not resist me one bit. When we broke the kiss, letting the strands of saliva that connected us fall onto my face, I could see the wickedest smile across hers, an omen of what was to come. “My, my little Div is a frisky little one isn’t he?” “We’ll have to teach him some manners” she said as she kissed me back this time she enlisted the help of her wet tongue, ours swirling together once more, fighting for dominance, only breaking the kiss to breathe and moan. When we broke the third passionate kiss, once again saliva formed strands around our tongues leaving it to drop down onto me, dirtying my face more with our collective “product”. I could tell I was getting to her to as the sight of this made her nipples even harder, hard enough to be visible through her shirt in the dim candlelight. She knew I could see this and just jumped up standing up on the bed leaving me to heave and puff in the dim light. She was taking her clothes off as I could feel undergarments hitting me in the face, hearing a subsequent laughter come behind said action…..silly cunt. I threw them to the side only to find her pulling my pants down all the way, fully removing both our clothes. The moment my pants practically flew off my penis shot to attention even harder than before, looking damn near like a bending a palm rod, “Wow little brother who knew you had such a……sharp, curved sword on you”, Kita said before she kissed my tip like that of a mother would her newborn. “I think we should see if you are worthy of such a prize” she said, dripping words full of seduction and lust as she lowered her practically oceanic pussy onto me. She was so wet in fact that she missed aiming herself onto me a few times; apparently not caring too much it seemed as each time we touched she shuddered and groaned even more. If I wasn’t focused on lasting through this ordeal I would have came right then and there, the volcanic heat emanating from her twat alone could drive an adult man insane, let alone a young man like myself. Nonetheless, I persevered until she finally got it in, lowering herself slowly onto my hulking, fat and veiny, ebony cock. I could feel her tense up as the first few inches slid into her vice like nani, the pressure making her quiver causing her to squeeze me even harder. By the time she had engulfed my full length she had came at least three times leaving my legs wetter than the wharf on a stormy day. The moisture even traveled up to her dick as it slapped wetly against my abdomen, flying strands of pre cum all over my body and hers as she slowly rode me. It appears as if she can control which organs she orgasms by to some degree and that is a good thing because nobody wants a face full of seed….. except a whore of course and I am not such a creature! What could I do at this onslaught but grit my teeth so hard I thought I was going to break my jaw, no lover and I mean no lover could have prepared me for this; this was the most intense intercourse I could have imagined. I gripped the sheets in one desperate attempt after another, trying to hold on and win this silly little contest. She deiced to up the ante during our sensuous tryst starting to gyrate her body left and right, back and forth as she rode me. This onslaught of passion combined with the kisses she loving planted on me was too much to handle….fuck I’m going to release soon. “Come inside of me Div, show me you are a real man and not some weak little boy!” “Make me yours!” She knew I was due to deliver as that bulge in her uterus could be seen twitching and moving, my pumps rubbing past all her most sensitive spots as I pounded her from entrance to cervix powerfully. I had never fucked so hard in my life and she loved it, the whole thing to her made her even more horny. “Let’s come together, shoot your load in me!” She screamed out as she blew her large load all over my toned ebony skin, dripping her seed onto my belly and her cunny juices onto my legs, further soaking me and the bed. I couldn’t hold back and came with such ferocity letting out a roar that could rival that of a lion, “Ah! Take it all you bitch!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as the most powerful shot after shot of seed I ever released came out of my pulsating, grape fruit sized nutsack. It was like my entire body, no, my entire being gave one combined response; I have never felt so good in my life. I can’t stop coming, every time I try and pull out her pussy keeps sucking my in and squeezing me like a serpent choking a foul. The sexual energy we both emitted was so powerful that it created an aura light effect, her bluish purple aura mixing with my red one, lighting up the room in the most beautiful colors on par with that of the beginning of sunset outside. I had come inside of her at least 20 times, her belly bloating to advanced pregnancy stages, the pressure from my massive load and her stretching skin forcing her to come even more than I did leaving me and the bed soaked in her various juices and secretions. I couldn’t pull out even if I tried and just laid there breathing heavily letting her collapse onto me, both of us forming a sweaty sticky mess. “I’m not cleaning this shit up, you know…” I said weakly due to my shortness of breath. “Don’t expect me to do it kala (fool) you literally fucked the life out of me” said Kita, breathing even harder said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while after this” the realization causing her to laugh profusely. The feeling was contagious so I too started to laugh, especially when she does her signature snort when she finds something funny, “Idiot, it was your fault for teasing me, and having a tight ass pussy like yours”. All she could do was weakly punch my chest as she lay on it laughing and giving me her sarcastic looks, “You know you love it baby brother, no woman could do that to you, that’s why you keep coming back for more” said Kita with a chuckle. I just looked at her, smirking and the like trying to pull out but for some reason not being able to; every time I try to pull out of her I felt this burning sensation, a swelling feeling hit me. “Why can’t I pull out of you?” I started to panic; if my rod was broken I could never live with myself. “Relax crybaby, it’s just a little precaution I put for a time such as this” “What do you mean precaution? Why do I feel like I was bit by a spider on my dick?”, I say as I looked worriedly into her ominous eyes. “I put a spell on you so that I can make sure you do your job.” “What are you talking about Kit?” “Give me a Gods damned straight answer!” I was starting to get annoyed as I gathered the strength to lift her off of her comfortable position on my chest shaking her a bit, “What in the name of the Gods do you mean by spell, what manner of witchery are you up to?” She said nothing as she shook her head telling me to scoot back as I leaned my back up against the headboard, her sitting on my lap; she guided my hand to her bulging belly. “Are you smart enough to figure it out now you sand for brains?” Is this cunt serious? Does she actually mean what I think she means? No she couldn’t that is forbidden she would never….. But it can’t be anything else, the bitch! She would have our whole family destroyed over this. “You can’t be serious, do you know what you have done, what WE have done?!” She just stared at me blankly, “Yes I know what YOU have done brother or should I say lover…. husband maybe?” I instinctively jumped up out of bed leaving her to stretch out at my cum slicked cock’s sudden absence; the large knot sized swelling seems to have gone away some, although not completely as I looked down and saw almost a dog like bulge under the base of my shaft. “You’re crazy; your time with those pasty, deranged Bretons has made you soft in the head!” I’m in full panic mode now and hurriedly put on my pants and clothes headed for the door when I am stopped by a steel knife flying past my ear, landing straight into the doorframe. “Have a seat baby brother” Kita said sternly, leaving me no other option but to do just that if I want to keep my head so I sit back down on the bed. She wraps her arms around me sand kisses my neck, “No, my time with the foreigners made me realize something… no man nor woman can satisfy me.” “I do not wish to be with anyone but you little brother, no one else is worthy of me in any way….” “You are MINE and I am yours this is what I had to realize being separated from you for so long” she said in a loud and stern voice. “I did this to make sure you don’t get stupid and tell anyone about our relationship until I say so…. This child will tie us together forever, hence the need for it.” “On that note I wonder what gender it will be; I really hope it’s a boy…” she says as she looks off into the ominous flames, still cradling my neck as she daydreams. While she was trailing off into imagination I broke from her embrace, racked with fear and guilt. She had done it to me again, just like when we were kids except now it’s even worse, now I have to figure out how to hide this, and keep her at bay while raising our child…. “N...no I can’t do this!” I shout as I run towards the knife grabbing it and tackling her on the bed. We both scuffled a bit until she was on top and quietly and calmly telling me, “Go ahead and do it”, her hands holding the dagger to her chest, drawing some trickles of red blood, “Kill me and end this because if we can’t be together then I don’t want to live.”, she said calmly, yet in an obviously hurt tone. That last part moved me, suddenly I was free from the panicked violent haze that led me to attack her, my newfound clarity saw the genuine tears rolling down her face and the hurt in her voice, this woman I hated so much actually cared for me. I had thought this was just another one of her sick mind games, another trial she felt she had to impose upon me, but no, she was deadly serious. This madwoman actually cared for me, her own baby brother, these are strange days indeed. Why me? Why now? I don’t understand any of this and the confusion, mixed feelings and doubt even make me tear up, “I….I’m sorry…. I didn’t mean too….” All I could say was I’m sorry, still confused and coming into my clarity, the noticeable stutter in my voice making it all to clear to her that I was sincere; all she did was sigh and wipe her tears away, casting the knife away and moving off of me to the other side of the bed. She didn’t even face me once as she got under the covers, huddled up like a scared child during a storm, all the while making my heart sink even further. This woman is my big sis and regardless of how evil she was in the past, she is still my family and seems to have changed somewhat from her years away from home. She seems to have more compassion and kindness than she did before, not much but enough to be noticeable and as she was lying in the bed huddled up I couldn’t help but feel sorrow overtake me. “No matter what she did she still is my sister and therefore family”, I thought to myself, “We don’t abandon family, especially the ones who carry our progeny.” I reached out to her, touching her only slightly as she moves away, as if to avoid further contact, I knew I fucked up then. “Look Kita, I’m sorry it’s just that…..you overwhelmed me will all this….” “The way you treated us during our childhood combined with all that transpired today…it’s just…..confusing and I don’t know what to do…”, I said in the most somber and hurt tone I could conjure up, I knew she was playing the female game of shifting blame so maybe I can make sense of this better if I do the same. I saw her covers move down as she sat up, perky breasts jiggling and eyes still watery with tears, she sniffled before uttering sorrowfully, “I know I did some horrible things, and I can’t hope to explain it all away, but I hope that you can see my love for you is genuine, and I am eternally sorry for what I did!” she said as she starts to cry again. “On my journeys I came to realize what I was missing, why I singled you out for abuse, it was love….”, she looked up at me, leaning her head into my chest as she sniffled. Love? What is love? If it is anything like this then I don’t know if I want it, this spiral of contradictions and powerful emotions, I can’t make sense of this. I still have to comfort her though after all she has changed, and she is the future mother of my child apparently so I have to be there for her. Brushing the hair out of her face I cup her cheek, “I don’t know what it is but….I believe you, for some reason I feel the same way about you.” “I don’t know why or how but I truly care for you….as crazy as that sounds.” I felt two arms come across me as we embraced, almost squeezing the wind out of me as she held me close. Time almost stood still as she held to me, her large double d cuped breasts smashing against my chest, breathing softly behind my head, “Thank you, little brother you don’t know how much what you said means to me” she said with an ecstatic tone in between her sniffles. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me….the moment I held you as a baby I knew that we were connected.” The affection didn’t end there as she seemed to get even more touchy, seemingly breaking her longstanding character, as she began kissing my neck and humming some kind of foreign tune. I still feel weird about this, all things considering and I still think this is all a bit overwhelming but who am I to judge the minds of women… confusing creatures they certainly are. “Well since you stuck a baby on me I have to at least be nice to you big dongo” I said in a plain but calm voice, I probably shouldn’t have as this made her even more hyper. “Oh I’m so glad you’ve come around little brother, this will make everything so much better”, she said breaking the affectionate action she was previously doing. I grabbed her chin with both of my hands, directing her eyes towards mine, and starting into her deep, colorful eyes I told her how much I love her and how since we are bonded I would protect her, eliciting tears of joy that came running down her face. I guess now that we are bonded like this I have to make an effort to keep her safe, at the very least until she delivers our child. She made it abundantly clear that she wanted to continue our love making as I could feel her penis rubbing against my abdomen, her hands guiding mine to cup her plump ass and her breasts. I however needed to get some air and hopped out of bed, much to her dismay and put on my undergarments intent on heading to the balcony. By the time I got outside the sun was just beginning to set, apparently we had been fucking for a few hours making the party an even closer reality. These thoughts subsided however as the sea breeze hit me, cool yet warm at the same time, I gazed upon the waves hitting the white beach below and the various animals enjoying the weather, like the dolphins running about in the water doing their usual horseplay. My mind calmed even more so, letting me take in a deep contented breath to truly take in all that was around me. The only thing that snapped me out of this relaxing hypnosis was the familiar feeling of a certain pair of slender and lithe yet strong arms wrapping around my waist. “It’s beautiful isn’t it…” Kita said in a relaxed voice, that more familiar tone of hers that I have known for so long, “Yes it is…although not as beautiful as you my desert jewel!” I say sweeping her off her feet, somewhat awkwardly smiling, pinning her between me and the balcony, garnering a hysterical laugh. “Ha ha ha stop it Div, you big oaf!” she said as she beamed with humor and joy. “I have to say…” I say leaning in to kiss her luscious lips “This is the happiest I’ve seen you since I’d say...Hmm….about five minutes ago” I say cheekily, trying to mask my conflicting and troublesome emotions via humor. Blowing a raspberry at me, she followed up with a most appreciated response, “I guess you bring this side of me out, lover”, blocking my response with a kiss, one of the lightly most childish kisses I’ve ever experienced. “Plus that cock of yours drove me dick crazy, I lost control of myself for a bit”, she smiled, seemingly in a better mood….certainly containing to throw me for a loop. I continue to play it off, “Whoa! Do you kiss our mother with that mouth?” I say still obviously dripping with jovial humor. “No, just you love” she said with a smile and another peck at the lips. As we stood there kissing for what felt like an eternity I remembered I was supposed to go head to the family tomb and retrieve the ceremonial sword for this year’s festival. “Well big sis, as much as I would like to spend the day reshaping your orifices, we have a gathering to prepare for and I doubt they would want either of us to miss it.” I smirk as I kiss her one last time, turning to face her “Ugh not this again, I hate going to these ridiculous parties with all our stuffy aunts and uncles…..sometimes I wish I wasn’t in this family especially considering we’re related to that sniveling rat of a cousin we have.” “Which one is that? Cousin Kuma? He isn’t that bad, he’s just…..sickly I guess.” “No not Kuma, Rezean and Drifa’s son Jiwol…you know the soft one.” “I’ve never met him Kit remember, uncle Rezean and aunt Drifa were living in the Imperial City at the time I was born.” “Oh, yeah, I forgot you were a just a child back then….still are” she said in a teasing tone, “Funny, you weren’t thinking that when I was making you grip those bed sheets now where you?” I fired back smiling, my mood lightening somewhat. “Ha ha, maybe I should say this guy is the only grown one then” she made sure to highlight the seductive joke aimed at the reproductive tool she was grabbing on me, “You are packing some real weaponry here little brother, it’s a shame such a guy like yourself would have it and not someone like me.” “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean, oh exalted brood mother”, that last comment granting me a view of how far she could roll her eyes back into her head. “Ha! you wish, then you’d be my woman little bro…” she said as I felt a slap on my toned ass. “Like that shit will ever happen…. you’re dealing with a real man here Kitty I’m not some feminized Breton nudri!” I say triumphantly, chest poked out and muscles flexing. “Keep dreaming buddy, you might want to work on your technique a bit then, least you look like a green gilled fish” she said as she laughed with glee at the constant teasing, slipping her had down my garments to caress my member. “I made you howl in ecstasy did it not?” earning another eye roll and chuckle I bit back “Yeah that’s what I thought miss sexual goddess” I said in my most sarcastic and playfully vindictive tone. “But alas my sweet, sweet lady I must bid thee goodbye as I have to get ready for this party we’re having”, I say as I break away from her getting another slap on my ass from the nude woman, “Don’t forget your clothes baby brother.” She stood there, letting her large cock, balls and more womanly assets dangle, jiggle and sway in the wind as she watched me, “What a bitch….” I murmur, chuckling to myself as I head towards the dimly lit room to find my clothing. “No brother of mine will be caught dead in those rags” she said walking briskly past me, pointing at my gear, cradling flame in her hands. Wait she intends to burn my clothes! The nerve of this woman! “Stop don’t touch any of those clothes, those are priceless!” I say holding up our fore fathers garb. “I see you are just like father…holding onto the past…very well do as you wish husband” she said somewhat amused. Pulling some sort of bundle from out of her pack on the floor next to our clothes she brought out some weird amulet, “Wear just this then, think of it as a luck charm from your beloved’’ she said holding out a somewhat large necklace made of some weird metal and bone. The necklace most eye catching piece was shaped like some sort of foreign horned animal, maybe a lizard of some sort judging by the teeth carved into it. “Why give me this ugly piece of trash?” I ask quizzically, “It will protect you from violence, that’s all I will say about it, just put it on juji” she said motioning for me to accept the gift. Seeing as I am still somewhat suspicious of her and had been giving a dogs knot as some sort of curse by her, I am reluctant to keep it on me, making it hard to trust her. However, I find it still hard to resist her requests….especially when she is naked and looking at me like that, “Fine you can put this dumb thing on” I say in a groan. “Good, let me just put it around your neck...” she said taking her hand off her hip and lightly kissing me before taking it around my neck, adorning me with the amulet fasting the hooks together around me. “There was that so bad?” she says as she guides me to the mirror in the washroom, “It looks super…..stupid” I say looking at it in the mirror around my neck. Cradling my shoulders and rubbing my chest, she just kisses my cheek and smiles, “You’ll get over it you’re a big boy.” Patronizing cow…. “Well I should get going to get ready for the ceremony, I heard from Jarad that everyone is going to be there tonight.” “Well don’t let the soon to be mother of your child hold you up from your party” Kita said in a sarcastic but hurt tone. I guess she really wants me to stay with her, or maybe she is playing one of her mind games again? Whatever it is I’m going to this gathering, when I man says he’s going to do something he better do it, “Don’t be like that sis, we can meet tomorrow and keep the love going” I say as I kiss her forehead, doing some silly air thrusting, causing my large member to flop around atop my balls against the sink. She looks distantly trailing off into the direction of the balcony as if something was wrong, “Yes, tomorrow….” Well its official this female is crazy, absolutely stark raving mad…. I should keep all the weapons away from her anytime we copulate. “Well you can sit here and brood but I am going to get the Oblivion out of here and go to this function.” Before I can take one step towards the door, the naked warrior woman grabs me, “Be careful Divaad, I couldn’t bear to lose you….you always must remember that to me you are everything and…” she started to tear up trying to finish her sentence, “Hey, hey don’t cry I assure you everything will be alright and just like I said tomorrow I’ll come back to visit you” I say in a comforting tone. “Ok…” she somberly says as I wipe the tears away from her pretty face, “Besides who want to hurt me, just look at me I’m just so….handsome!” I say proudly, earning a giggle from my saddened, strange and suspect sister, “You buffoon, always making jokes…” she laughs, still maintaining her somber appearance as I lean in to kiss her one last time, moving to put on the rest of my clothes. She, watching me intently just sits on the bed, smiling…in the nude, as I finish lacing up my boots. “We’ll see you around you emotional wreck!” I say jokingly as I walk out the door only hearing a hint of sorrow in the laughter behind me. I head down the stairs to the door way only to be bumped into by a big, ugly, hairy orc “Watch where you’re going shrimp” he says spirits on his breath and anger in his voice. “I could say the same to you, you big green drunkard.” I don’t care how big he is, even if he is a few feet taller than me he can still get knocked out cold. I stare up into his eyes, matching his level of anger both of us not relenting, drawing the attention of the whole band of ruffian’s attentions. “Gromlag that’s enough, stand down!” I hear the angry voice of big sis booming from upstairs. “Back off him or else!” I hear him grumble and brush past me whispering “Watch yourself boy” as he follows his commander’s orders and sits at the bar next to the bay windows. “Get out of here you fool” Kita says to me blowing a kiss so subtly that no one noticed. I being the jester that I am caught it and laughed my way out of the building, masking my utter disdain for that whole exchange with that damn greenskin lout….Not to mention the confusing feelings I have for my sister and all the evil bullshit shes known for. “Who in the name of the Gods does he think he is telling me on my own land what to do?!” I think to myself, “The nerve of some people I swear” I think as I travel back down the hill to the beach in hopes to reach the tomb in less than an hour. I finally make it past the beach back onto the ranch lands when I feel the sudden foreboding feeling of being watched, as I make it to the corral fence line. I feel like it is coming from somewhere above the courtyard about a few paces past the end of the fence line. “Whatever, it’s probably just my imagination….”, I think to myself as I head towards the tomb, small pyramid complex on the far east side of the corral. About three quarters of the way I saw a familiar face talking with one of the guards. It was my father’s brother, uncle Mavi, wearing his Dune Dweller turban and robes. He notices me walking down the sandstone path and waves shouting, “Hey nephew come on over here!” This being my favorite uncle, I jog briskly over to him seeing somewhat, my own athletic abilities. When I finally reached where the two were standing and talking I saw clearly the visage of both the men. My uncle, being the tall and muscled man that he is, stood at least two or three feet above the brave soul that guards our property. He was an extremely dark skinned man, almost shining iridescently in the desert sun, his skin only slightly darker than his beard and dreadlocks which hung down to his shoulders and chest starting their journey from under his turban. It was obvious my uncle had just come back from one of the tribal meetings of the Dune peoples of this land, seeing as he wore his chiefly robes embroiled with various golden, red and blue animal characters representing where his tribe the Mu’twaili Dune Dwellers hail from, the Hegathe region. The Mut’waili, the other Dunesman, The Chainer’s, and the Ashaaba ethnic groups are all on very friendly terms with our clan along with most of the branch houses that live in this land (mostly due to my uncles’ works in the area), one might even consider them allies of our house as many of our relatives are married into either one or multiple tribes including my uncle. “Something the matter Jackal?” uncle Mavi said. Before I could say anything in response I was saluted by the guardsman, Jano I think his name was, “Sir” he said in a flustered voice trying to be professional after his long chat with my uncle. Jano looked to be about around my age, possibly a little bit older, as he looked a little green, “Probably one of my brother’s newer recruits” I thought to myself. He looked fresh faced and his green tinted eyes looked nervous and inexperienced. “You do not have to salute me brother, we are all family here…more or less!” I say in a somewhat loud yet dignified manner. “We are all Yoku are we not?” “This makes us kin and brothers in arms against evils like the elves.” It seems as if my last comment triggered us all as we all spit on the ground in unison on the mention of the Thalmor dogs. “If I could skin at least 100,000 Thalmor cowards I would still not be satisfied!” uncle said with a hateful booming shout. “Aye sir, those Thalmor bastards deserve every Hell in Oblivion as far as I’m concerned!” Jano said with steely resolve, changing the green look about his tanned face to one of pure hatred and malice. “Yes, their agents must be rooted out of our homeland and destroyed, like the foul beasts they are.” I say boldly, adding to the sentiment, “But, nevertheless, I am pleased to see both of you gentleman alive and well!” I say excitedly reaching to shake my uncle’s hand and give him a hug of brotherhood, intending to do the same to the young guard. “My nephew you and your brothers must visit Mu’twaililand sometime soon, we are holding a tournament that I think you lot would be interested in” my uncle said to me arm around my shoulder, “There will be lots of young maidens there, plenty for you and your brothers young hearts to swoon over, no?” Ha ha, that is my uncle a man after my own heart, pretty much an older version of me, or at least what I would want to be. No offense to my father as I care for him dearly but he is a bit of a third hump on a camel, a true stick in the mud with no sense of adventure. “Uncle you know me well, I will endeavor to make an appearance at your tourney” I say beaming with excitement. “Great lad, just make sure you don’t hog all the women and be sure to share some with the rest of us, after all there is no limit to how many wives a chief can take, ha ha!” “Why don’t you come too Jano, I’ve heard the Mu’twaili women have a soft spot for virgins!” I say jokingly laughing hysterically with my uncle drawing a bashful look from Jano “With all due respect sir, I don’t think my love life is something to be discussed!” said Jano somewhat frustrated but still understanding of the humorous nature of it all. “Relax my friend” I say as I pat him on the back, “I am sure you have bedded many an old woman in your day!” This one made us all laugh even harder than before, even Jano couldn’t contain himself! “Yeah, yeah you had your fun sir” he said rolling his eyes chuckling. In my quite grand display of humor my necklace must have slipped into view of my uncle and upset him because he immediately stopped laughing at the sight of it, “Divaad where did you get that necklace?” he said in a curious but stern tone. I knew something was wrong as my uncle is never serious about anything unless it is catastrophic in nature, “I got it from Kita uncle, why is there something wrong?” “Kita you say…hmm let me examine it a bit…” I hand over my necklace to him, “Hmm yes this is an Amulet of the Horned Serpent, something not to be trifled with” he says seriously after looking it over a bit. “You might be too young to remember but the Cult of the Horned Serpent were a bunch of deviants…. Murderers, necromancers, nudri, and criminal scum that tried to take over Hegathe backed by Thalmor gold about 10 years ago.” “They almost did so if it weren’t for the efforts of our house and a handful of other brave Yoku that stopped them.” “I got this scar from fighting one of their giant reanimated horned snakes” he said as he lifts up his robes to show a truly grizzly scar craved from his left side to his right side, the zig zag pattern showing the shape of sharp teeth. “The damned thing got me in its mouth when I tried dodging one of its other strikes.” “I would have died that day if it wasn’t for your father Divaad, he saved me by losing an ebony orichalcum arrow right into the creatures skull.”, uncle said proudly. Wow, I didn’t know the old man had it in him, I always believed him to be a paper pushing bureaucrat or business obsessed workaholic. I guess people really do change with age, I thought as I let him continue. “Your father and I were as thick as thieves, philandering, adventuring, drinking; we did all the things that young foolish men do and then some.” In fact your father taught me and your uncles how to seduce a woman, he being the oldest and most suave; he had all the women swooning over him.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if you and your siblings have more relatives out there the way he was operating! But then again the men in our family are known for their vitality to put it best.”, uncle jokes, laughing a bit and probably reminiscing on his own kids Never knew the old man had it in him, never judge a book by its cover I guess. “Tell me uncle was father also a demigod as well? Back in the day did he have beams that shot from his testicles?” I respond jokingly, “I don’t think so nephew, or at least I’m not aware of any!” “Maybe the beams are the purest of white and quite sticky hmm?!” said uncle in an even more humorous tone. Our banter back and forth was too comedically rich and led the young guardsman to cry himself with laughter; this only encouraged us to laugh even harder. “Ah ha ha…but yes jackal” uncle said, whipping some tears from his eyes still rich with the spirit of laughter, “You should inform your brothers of the tournament, I’m sure Ki’ata will be there, she has been anxious to see you.” Ki’ata was my tough roughhousing cousin; she, I and our other relatives around our age would fight and wrestle all day whenever we would visit. Last time I saw her she was almost unmistakable from that of a boy. Ki’ata being the rebellious cur that she was would always start a fight and insist on completions of athleticism, strength and combat, seeking to outdo all the boys especially me. Whether it were killing beetles, eating disgusting things, and wrestling to see who is strongest or seeing who can throw rocks the farthest, she was always trying to one up me. We were close though, I would tell her everything as she was practically one of my sisters. I told her of my first experience with a woman, she told me about her attraction to the fairer sex; we even had our first sip of the sweet Habo nectar together in our favorite spot under the palm tree near the beach….which led to an accidental kiss between us…..Ah….good times… I even told her about that time I got captured by that young neried, “Ah those were some good times I thought to myself…” a big goofy grin extremely visible on my face. While I was daydreaming about the past, the guard Jano spoke up, “Who is Ki’ata and if you don’t mind me asking why do you swoon for her so lord Divaad?” Swoon? The fool, I do not swoon, I am simply remembering good times! “Ki’ata is my middle child Jano, she is about the same age as Divaad here, although they have not seen each other in years they share a bond that reminds me of the bond I shared with his father, when they were little they were practically inseparable!” said uncle. “Ah I see, lord Divaad sure knows a lot of women…” “Are you jealous Jano?” “Are the old women not doing it for you anymore?” I wittily snap back in jest. “Ok I get it, I’m not as proficient with the female kind as you, and you don’t have to bring it up all the damn time!” I can see that Jano is beginning to get upset at all the constant verbal disemboweling we are giving him. “Ok, ok I’ll cease, it’s not my fault you are such an easy target.” I say patting Jano on the back to let him know once again that we are all friends here. “I should charge you lot extra for this abuse” Jano said jokingly, “My friend I would pay a man like you a hundred tokens of finance, my dear friend!” I say with my arm around him waving up at the sky in a sweeping motion. All uncle could do at this was sigh and shake his head, laughing all the while. “But yes don’t let us keep you from your task Divaad, your father told me that you needed to go to our forefathers graves to retrieve the Sword of Ka’no.” “Make haste young one…..and ahh oh yes I forgot, take this ring with you as a birthday present.” The ring he handed me was smooth, and jet black with greenish inlays swirling around it as if it were some sort of sand storm. The ring also had several shiny rubies set into its shiny black metal; about seven well cut circular rubies shining like the sands of the Alik’r on a hot summer day. “This ring is the Ring of Red Sand, it was given to me by one of the elders of the tribe, he had a vision of you and told me to give this item to you. The ring has the power to absorb the blood of your enemies filling the carvings and unleash it into a sandstorm the shape of which the wielders mind will have to form. Once you put the ring on it will bond with you granting you speed, perceptions beyond that of a regular man and the strength of an elephant. The ring taps into your own soul and those who are worthy may wield its power and discover their full potential, however once you put this ring on it will be bonded to you and I can’t stress this enough, you will have to train to be able to wield its power. If you are weak and do not train on how to harness the rings power while in control you will be subject to its battle lust and murderous intent turning you into a savage killer with no remorse. You will be as the sands of the desert are, harsh and unforgiving, cold and desolate. The ring will strip you of your personality, your memories and inhibitions, making you into a murderous lunatic with no distinctions between innocent or scoundrel.” Uncle looks at me stoically and seriously, “Divaad you must heed my warning and not put this ring on until absolutely necessary, also listen to me and train with the ring when you do!” “Steel yourself and focus your mind to its full potential as that is the only way to control the bloodlust the ring has!” I have never seen my uncle so serious before, it’s almost frightening. To think that this ring no bigger than a coin could have this much raw power! Amazing! “I will follow your instructions to the letter uncle; I have no intention on ending up like some of the hapless adventurers in my studies.” I say somewhat seriously, still in awe of the gift and its terrible power. “Good jackal, heed my advice and you should be fine, the elder assured me of this.” Uncle put his hand on my shoulder, “You father raised a fine young man, it’s a shame more of our youth aren’t as bright as you and young Jano here Divaad” he said as he patted both of us on the back, “If only your cousins could be more like you Divaad they wouldn’t be getting into so much trouble!” If only he knew the nonsense I have done in my short time being alive, it’s a good thing he doesn’t live here in Heidigh. “Well I must depart uncle, I have matters to attend to, fare the well Jano and kinsman!” I say in a proud, yet warm tone. “I shall see you both at the affair? Yes?” “Not this time Divaad I’m afraid myself and your cousins must depart early from the party, we will stay about an hour or two before the drinking starts as we must go back home to tend to some affairs there” Uncle said plainly. “I’m sure Jano will be on duty there, maybe he might even find himself a woman there, hmm?” Uncle said, face wide with a smirk. “I hope so uncle, I hope so…” I say walking away, bound towards the tomb leaving the two to continue conversing. Looking down at the amulet and ring I was given I pondered my life so far on the way to the tomb as I often have when visiting grandfather and the renown ancestors. I remember that time I was abducted by that young neried when I was younger, the serpent’s amulet reminding me of the way her skin felt. I was walking on the beach by the guesthouse on a hot Loredas day, doing what silly children do, trying to find an adventure out of sheer boredom. Being accidentally left behind when my family went on a trip to Sentinel to visit the Sultan and his family, I was left to my own devices with only my caregiver Big Mama Delinga to care for me. Big Mama Delinga was a kind yet stern woman, strong and wise, being my elderly maternal great grandmother she was often sleeping when she should have been watching me and my younger siblings. This was one of those times, although I remember her saying to stay away from the water before drifting to sleep on the beach house furniture specifically the old rocking chair that grandfather made for her before he passed on. She had warned me of the dangers of the sea and how our ancestors faced terrible beasts on in and around these waters, Sea Serpents, Dreugh, Krakens, Sea Dragons, Sea Elf pirates, and possibly worst of all a type of water spirit called a Neried. I never listened to her until it was too late and her being too old to keep up with me all the time, I would frequently run away and go on mini adventures in the areas surrounding our property. Even at the ripe age of 12 I was mature for my age, using reason and logic, staying away from petty or potentially dangerous things as I knew their peril. I however, could not shake that need for adventure from time to time, even now I have a hard time culling it at certain times, and it is almost like it calls to me begging me to take up some sort of investigation or quest. This was one of those times, as I felt compelled to leave my big mama and go onto the beach looking for pearls or treasures washed up on shore. I did not expect what I would find, and about thirty feet away from the house I could see a glimpse of something, glittering in the distance. It was a hot, sunny day and one could see anything for miles perfectly, the shining coming from a nearby alcove, bright clear blue waves hitting its obvious entrance. I stopped about halfway there walking along the shoreline, feeling an increasing sense of danger; I didn’t listen to my instinct as I wanted to prove my bravery in one act of foolish childish pride. I had gotten to the small cave, finding it surprisingly well light by the sunlight’s reflection in the clear blue waves. The cave was about the size of a small washroom and had one center pool of clear sea water rippling inside of it, the pool only being contained by the smooth stone that formed the walkway I was using going about six feet back into the cave forming a hook shape. The cave was cooler than the area outside of it and I decided to take a rest, bewildered by the fact that I couldn’t see my prize in it or its relatively calm waters. I noticed something strange however; the cave walls were smooth as if a mason had sanded them down (being the son of a renowned stone mason helps in your knowledge of these things), the cave almost looked like someone’s home. I also noticed some strange figures and fixtures made of coral and some sort of pearly white stone along with some other ship wreckage items like barrels and crates, all these things being placed away from a sleeping area that smelled like sea water. The mat looked to be made of seaweed and some sort of animal skin, probably a seal or something, with the coral and white stone forming a frame and the various chairs, tables, eating utensils, and figurines assembled intentionally around the small cave. Someone or something was living here, and whatever it was looked like it even carved little holes in the roof with some sort of powerful blast of…water maybe? The holes were smooth and interwoven with seaweed to form some sort of window, the smooth holes being too perfectly cut to have been able to be formed by anything else. It looked natural as did all the other fixtures in the cave I had wandered into looking for my prize that was nowhere in sight until suddenly I saw it. On the coral shelf was a shiny white pearl the size of an adult foul, glimmering in its mind boggling radiance on the strange shelf, both amplifying each other’s aesthetic beauty. I was utterly captivated by the treasure, what sort of beast could make such an enormous thing? Why would the owner of this cave have it here? Maybe if I pick it up I can see if it has a name on it, I thought with my childish mind. As I made my way over past the table to the shelf I couldn’t help the feeling that I was being rude to the individual that lived here, the feeling of guilt starting to overtake me I quickly grabbed the pearl and inspected it. The thing was smooth and warm to the touch, so shiny and clean I could see that scar I got from fighting my brother perfectly in the reflection. Holding the pear looking in the light I heard a bubbling noise coming from the pool of water a few feet away from where I was standing, feeling the jolting anxiety of fear I hid in one of the barrels near the shelf. Packing my preadolescent form into the barrel I adjusted to the point where my feet could rest at the bottom so I could cradle my knees to my chest in hopes that my wet pants didn’t give my location away. Through the holes in the barrel it looked as if the owner of the cave had returned, some sort of blue creature that wore some seaweed looking flowing robes, quite audibly making a wet slapping sound as its feet moved around the cave heading to the couch of stone, seaweed, corral and salvaged fabric it had made on the right side of the shelf I had taken the pearl from. It seemed to stop moving, resting on the couch, sitting down it seemed to collect it thoughts; even though I couldn’t see its face I could still feel the relaxation in the air. The air was calm in the cave until the moment it realized someone had taken its treasure, when the blue thing found out it’s pearl was gone it wailed in one of the most eerily yet beautiful tones I’ve ever heard. It seem severely distraught at the thought of its pearl missing and frantically began searching for it around the cave, causing me to hold my breath even more inside of the barrel. The closer it got to my area the more the pearl seemed to glow with this light blue aura, leading it to look in the direction I was hiding in ,multiple times, as it was almost as if it could feel it. The heart rending sense of dread I felt when it stopped in front of the barrel I was hiding in was terrible as I was not prepared for what happened next. It simply sniffed the air and sighed, seeming backing away then out of nowhere it lifted the barrel I was in and threw it into the pool with lighting fast speed. It seemed as if it had used some sort of magic to hold the barrel submerged in the water as I felt all the air in the barrel disappear only to be replaced with salty cool sea water. After about a minute I couldn’t hold my breath anymore and broke the lid off of the top gasping for air, my eyes closed and clothes soaked with water floating in the sunlight pool. The creature laughed then angrily said something in a foreign tongue causing me to be lifted out of the pool by the water no less! Being suspended mid air by water was amazing in itself but not as amazing as what I saw next, before me lied a truly beautiful creature that even my child mind could appreciate. Before my eyes controlling the water holding me mid air was a blue skinned, fish scaled female, about a few years older than me in appearance with seaweed, pearls and coral almost woven into her teal hair. She had fish like markings on her dark blue in color with her light blue skin matching that of the water she was using to suspend me, I could tell it was a female by the somewhat large breasts for her size being held up by the seaweed, linen cloth she had stitched together to form lose slightly revealing clothes. Being suspended in mid air with my head tilted towards her I could see her angry face, blue and angular, her teal hair falling over her deep blue-greenish pupiless eyes. She was truly beautiful yet almost cold and vicious her finlike ears seemingly poking up in anger, her clenched webbed feet and hands seemingly mimicking her ears. She seemed to be talking angrily at me in a language I didn’t understand so I responded to her fearfully in Yoku as that was the only language I knew. Her face changed from that of anger to that of confusion, she looked puzzled at my words seemingly not understanding them as well. She must have deduced that neither of us spoke each other’s language and put me down on the smooth wet cave floor, letting the pearl I was holding float out my hands mid air into hers. After she put the pearl down onto the shelf, she saw how truly in shock and scared I was, I was only a child and she could tell. She leaned down to me and looked me dead in the face her eyes not blinking, exploring my soul as I could do to her, in that moment I had the sudden urge to kiss her as was the action I take whenever I am nervous with a girl. I leaned in and did just that tasting the saltiness of her smooth cold lips. This sudden action surprised her as her eyes widened with shock at this bold young man’s sudden moves. I’ll admit I was just as shocked as she was when I did it, my eyes just as wide as hers, not knowing what fate had in store for me next. She jumped back with incredibly fast speed, landing about a good foot away from where I was, her face still perplexed and her eyes showing varying emotions ranging from surprise to attraction. Apparently I had shocked her so much she began to blush a light green hue over her smooth blue cheeks, she was so flustered she couldn’t even make noise, she just stood there staring at me holding the place on her mouth where our lips touched. I driven by some strange urge (even as a youngling I had an overactive sex drive) went over to her step by step intending to close the distance between us and repeat the actions I had just took. She did not resist when I kissed her again leaning right into her body, our eyes locking as I clumsily tried to kiss her passionately as I witness my brother do to his many “female friends”. She seemed to enjoy it this time as she guided my hands to her waist letting me gain the confidence to keep trying harder, as I started to figure out what to do step by step. It got to the point where I could feel her moaning in my mouth, whereas I could feel something I didn’t fully understand. I was getting one of those feelings again that I got whenever I liked a girl and she and I touched. I however needed to breathe and broke the kiss, with her response only being a wanting smiles. She used some sort of light spell on me; waving her hands around my temple letting me feel the cool magickal energies wash over me. After her spell was cast she seemed to shift her mood even more and decided to spontaneously lift me up off the ground with her water magic and plop me onto her seaweed and old waterlogged bed. I landed on it with a wet squelch leading some water to form droplets in the air as the salty, vegetable smell wafted into my nose. The smell was not as bad as I thought but I was distracted from this as my eyes turned to look upon her hover in midair over to the bed. She pushed me down from my seated position and told me in surprisingly well spoken classical yoku to let her handle this. I assume I got her hot and bothered as the bed wasn’t the only thing that dispersing moisture onto me, the strange aquatic woman’s whimsical garments gave way to her quivering sex. Her blue folds were glistening almost as brightly as her pearl was in the hot summer sunlight. “By the Gods lady, why are your lady parts so wet?!” I said with utter inexperienced shock and surprise, an involuntary response at the sight of an actual girl’s sexual organ. She chuckled and stated that this made her that way, resting her hands on my virgin tool. When she finally figured out how to get my pants off she saw my juvenile wily, around 6 inches (bigger than most of the other races but normal for a young yoku I might add) throbbing with a desire that my young mind could not fully understand yet. The water woman seemingly being older and more experienced than I, smiled and placed her cold wet fingers around my hot veiny, maleness. “Do you like this?” she says quizzically in her strange accent surprised at my vigor at such a young age, rubbing me up and down my shaft. I can only nod my head as the mix of feelings I felt were too much and got in the way of my words. I was in for even more of a shock as suddenly she began swallowing me whole, effectively making her gag at the sudden action. After a few minutes of her wet tongue and watery saliva enveloping me I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot something up in her mouth, down her throat in such a volume that I could see her swallow whatever it was. I would come later to learn that it was cum (get the joke?) and that she had been the first person to get an orgasm out of me. (More to come in 2B)

Previous part: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/441/entry-5343-in-the-karth-river/ An Battlefield Gwynolda: Its getting darker, I should hurry.. Gwynolda: Well I wash my feet back home... Ohhh..what is.. Gwynolda: This?... Gwynolda: An Battlefield, ohh my... Gwynolda: Lot of death.., battle was recently..there might be some surviors Gwynolda: I never thought war reaches this close to Markath.. Gwynolda: A war between the kingdoms of the Reachman united an alliance named Forsworn.. Gwynolda: Against the Nords and Markath.. Gwynolda: After the greatwar, the Reachmans decided to took controll Markath, man named Ulfric Stormcloak "the Bear of Markath" took it back before the Legion arrived... Gwynolda: Retaking the city was heroic did in eyes of the nords, but merciless slaughter in eyes of the reachman and the bretons who got caught in his way.., questionable in Imperial eyes.. Gwynolda: The rain washed the blood of the battle... corpses are cold.. Gwynolda: Wich one is truth? Each one tells their own truth, the nords, reachmans and the empire.. but regardless the war was started directly after the so called "Markath incident" and still goes on today.. Gwynolda: I listened all versions of the Incident...expect the one who did, What I think of this? Gwynolda: I despise this so called man the "Bear of Markath" and why? Even he might did the right thing.. But... Gwynolda.... Nevermind.., I should leave in hurry, this battlefield is not where I want be..., maybe I could pray to Arkay for them? Gwynolda: I don't think I could..thats not my duty, I might can find surviors.. End

Act I - Chapter I Open the following spoilers to see the chapter. You can find all chapters and characters in my blog-description.

Previous Part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/6033-the-necessary-change/ Deceived Her, Trapper Her In the darkest day of the month, an unfortunate time of the Reach, one of the sisters decided to visit the Shrine of Dibella outside of the reach. She chanted the the sermons of Dibella, fully concentrating on her worship. She was an older woman in hooded robes of the sisterhood, concealing her face and pressence, however someone noticed her. She walked closer to her, only her footsteps was loud enough to the sister's perception, anything else of her pressence was hided enough. She was worried, she simply cannot decide who approaching her only the sounds of her footstep give the impression its a woman. Sister: Who is that? The woman simply answered the question. Woman: My name is Driada, just an regular folk from the nearest village. The times are hard for us, lot of sick folks, hunger and this war, I decided plea for help from Lady Dibella.. Hearing that, sister calmed down, she looked up her and only saw a reachmen woman in black clothes. Sister: You scared me.. Are you reachmen? Driada: I am from the blood of the Reach, yes is that bother you sister? Sister: No.. Driada: We live in such troubled time, the Forsworn is raising, Jarl lost his general and there is a rumor of this "wtich-queen". Do the Temple has their Sybill? In these dark times we need Lady Dibella's guidance.. I hope so.. Sister: Indeed, these are dark times, sadly we lost our Sybill, she is missing...we even have an exiled sister Gwynolda too.. Driada: Thats worrying.. (Gwynolda you say, sounds familiar..)... Driada: Are you sure it was wise to come here in this current situation? Sister: What do you mean? Driada: I simply mean, you took a great risk for nothing to come here... Sister: What are you talking about? Driada: Your reaction, you expected danger... Sister: Ohhh, you are mistaken my dear I simply here for my monthly pilgrimage. The woman raised her feet, preparing something, the sister didn't notice what she is up to. Driada: Let me say a bit different then... Driada: It was not wise to come here Mother Hamal.... She killed Hamal, Hamal body was impaled by ice Spear. Driada: It was easier than expected, I expected some resistance from the mother of Temple... Driada: She feared the exiled sister revenge and came earlier then she may can find her here, then would hide in the city.. Driada: Well I guess Gwynolda is the one I seek, the vengeful one, I thought I might caught her before she can do her revenge, but this is victory too, another head severed, Markath lost the Temple and Military leaders, only I could take Igmunds too.... She started cast some foul dark magic. Driada: You can be useful still Hamal...serve me in dead Driada: I took the joy of vengeance from her, not matter much in my plans... She raised Hamal from the death, forcing her to serve her goals...Hamal talking ability was degraded, she barely could say words, only talk like a worthless husk of flesh, a zombie... Hamal: Wha...t have...you...done.. wi...th me? Driada: I raised you from the death to serve me... Hamal: Who....are...you? Driada: Witch Queen of the Reach... I seek the Sybill, who is that? Hamal: I don't know... Driada: Really? She is the girl you exiled who is heading this way to kill you... Hamal: Gwynolda.....Th...at..Can't..be... Driada: My my, the fool and jealous leader exiled the aspiring young reachmen girl who happens to be the Sybill of Dibella? Amusing...you contributed the downfall of Markarth greatly.. Hamal: N...oo... Driada: You going back to the Temple and do my bidding, crumble the order, spread heresy, broke the sisters, you going have ability to talk soon... Gwynolda will come here, I have some time to prepare her arrival... she will be welcomed by my trap. End

Hey, I'm fairly new to modding The problem I find with Sexlab Defeat is that I often just die outright instead of getting knocked down when enemies hit for a lot of damage per hit. The "tim" console command makes it so that you can't drop below 1 hp, which is great, but NPCs will then continue to use finishing moves which won't trigger the knocked down state either. Any suggestions are appreciated!