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Synopsis: The wizard tested Logan's sexual ability, and Logan became a top student.
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Synopsis: The prince is targeted by lecher, can he escape ? Firefox users may not be able to see short videos.........
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Synopsis: Badass Dragonborn takes slaves to perform sex shows at the party Firefox users may not be able to see short videos.........
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Logan was raped by the cult prophet and Dragonborn
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Synopsis: A Fake priest has infiltrated the island. Can he rescue the prince ? Firefox users may not be able to see short videos.........
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Synopsis: The cult prophet wants to start the semen engine. Firefox users may not be able to see short videos.........
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Firefox users may not be able to see short videos......... He is Bishop from "Skyrim Romance Mod". He was straight, but the Dragonborn turned him gay.
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Thirsk Mead Hall -- Rieklings has taken over Thirsk Mead Hall. All the men became toys for the Rieklings. Vigilant of Stendarr travels around the world to exorcism on Halloween. (Usually they fail 🤢) AI -- for gay Halloween I wanted to create something romantic, but AI turned it into a horror style. Last week, I was planning to make Karl Heisenberg of Resident Evil 8. But AI created another character. Who is he?
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Markarth stable -- Banning and Cedran know how to train horses. They train stallions for mating every day (they are studs themselves) Police Brothers -- Guards in modern cities have become policemen. AI -- change the style of SKYRIM screenshots with AI, there is also Resident Evil
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Cat ears wizard - This wizard uses witchcraft to make himself look younger and seduce men... In fact, he is a very old man... Fake Dragon Ball - Fake Goku was defeated by Cell and his ass is going to be severely punished... AI - Unfinished novel 2 Following the previous issue... The following text is by Richard McHenry. AI - Laios Dungeon Meshi
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Final Fantasy 7 - Cloud Strife and Reno Reno doesn't speak and has no expression, so I put a mask on him... God of War - Kratos Vs Thor Final Fight AI - Unfinished novel Recently, an author (Richard McHenry. You can find his novels on Google.) has been frequently leaving comments on my AI-generated artwork. I create new AI drawings based on his comments, and then he comments on those new drawings. This cycle continues... image, text, image, text, image... The following text is by Richard McHenry.
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Christmas party - It is a cold Christmas, and the men huddled together to keep warm. Blacksmith apprentice - Heimvar always stares at his master Beirand... at his ass. Beirand wants to teach him a lesson ! AI - Convert old pictures into videos
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I will compile all the adult content I could possibly find for the Sims Medieval. This game is criminally underrated so I hope compiling everything needed for a better experience will be helpful! Before anything... How to install Mods? ❗❗❗ REQUIREMENTS: To install most custom content, you must have the latest game version (2.0.113) and the Pirates and Nobles expansion pack installed. Just like in the Sims 3 you need to set up your Framework for modding: this configuration file tells the game where to look for mods. Download the archive here and extract its contents (the Mods folder and Resource.cfg file) into your game's root directory: EA\The Sims Medieval\Game\Bin To make sure for most script mods to function, you need to download the d3dx9_31 file into your Bin folder as well. If you're unsure, there's a video you can click on here. TSM only needs .packages files, you will need ot install them into your Packages files. NOT DOCUMENTS, in your ROOT directory: EA > The Sims Medieval > Game > Bin > Mods > Packages A wonderful simmer by the name of LEEBBI made a base Mods Folder you can download that contains most fixes. However my game couldn't work with their Mods folder directory so you will have to see what works best for your game! Also, make sure to follow their optimization guide to make sure your game doesn't crash every two minutes! Now! I wanted to compile the adult Mods that comes with the little community of The Sims Medieval and hoping for more of course! The main Mods that allows us to get to the little adult content we can possibly have was made by MariaCherri with Medieval Life mod. They have different modules which includes the Adult Module explained here. Also! Get Grim’s Medieval Core and specifically for its functions: Naked WooHoo, Naked Sleep, Naked Wager, Naked Censor, Toilet Censor, Pregnancy options etc... ❗For my game, I wasn't able to run the Lighting Module with the Mod folder I've downloded from LEEBBI so be careful! But once you've got the mods you need to get the adult module: let's get the actual parts! Sims Body Parts: Unlike the Sims 3, The sims Medieval lacks modders, lacks ressources and adult content but with the smallest amount I could possibly find can probably help a soul or two to compile what they really need to make their game more immersive or for enjoy the medieval scenery while their maiden are getting their ass pounded. I hope more will be added or simply new modders would come forwards and help us flourish this game a little too underrated for what it is! Thanks for reading.
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Worldbuilding Sheet: As you sit in the rowing boat, enjoying the peaceful surroundings of the swamp, the water beneath you ripples slightly. Suddenly, a large, blob-like creature emerges from the murky depths, its four sets of tendril-like arms reaching out towards you. The Korfalg lunges towards you, attempting to ensnare you in its grasp. Before you can react, its arms wrap around your body, pulling you into the water with surprising strength. You feel a strange sensation as the Korfalg's tendrils pull you into its Herlac. Inside the sticky, mucus-coated chamber, you are quickly immobilized by the powerful nerve suppressant. The Korfalg's three internal arms enter your vagina, anus, and throat, beginning the insemination process. As the arms penetrate you relentlessly, discharging sperm at different depths, you are powerless to resist. Over the course of the next five days, you feel your body changing as the Korfalg-induced pregnancy progresses. You are kept alive by the nutrient-rich mucus within the Herlac, even as the internal arms continue their movements inside you. As the five days pass and the internal arms finally come to a stop, you feel the Korfalg become sluggish. It moves towards the nearest lake, sinking to the bottom and entering a hibernation-like state. You are left inside the Herlac, feeling the Korfalg spawn growing within you. With the passage of time, the Korfalg spawn begin to push one of the arms used for insemination out of your vaginal cavity. Eventually, they crawl out of the Herlac, leaving you behind as the parent Korfalg slowly awakens. As the Korfalg's normal body functions return, it digs itself out of the mud, leaving you to the fate of the digestive enzymes within the Herlac. Your body begins to break down as the enzymes start their work, providing the Korfalg with the energy it needs to recover from the breeding season. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I muster enough strength to somehow escape and make it onto a sandbank. Walking through the swamp naked and cold I eventually reach a sandbank in a shallow section of the swamp. I lie down sprawled next to the edge of the water in utter exhaustion. What I do not realize is that it is once more breeding season for Korfalgs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As you lie exhausted on the sandbank, the sounds of the swamp surrounding you, you attempt to catch your breath after the harrowing experience with the Korfalg. Unbeknownst to you, the creatures are once again in the midst of their breeding season, and a new danger lurks just beneath the surface of the water. Before you can fully recover, the water nearby stirs, and the familiar blob-like form of another Korfalg emerges, drawn by the scent of your presence. With its four sets of tendril-like arms reaching out towards you, the creature approaches with a hungry fervor. Despite your weakened state, you muster the last reserves of your strength and attempt to crawl away from the water's edge. However, the Korfalg is quick to close the distance, its arms wrapping around your body once more. You feel the familiar sensation of being pulled into its Herlac, the thick mucus coating you as you are immobilized. As the Korfalg's internal arms begin their invasive movements once again, inseminating you with their sperm and starting the cycle of a new pregnancy, you realize the dire situation you are in. Trapped once more within the creature's grasp, you can only helplessly endure the process as the Korfalg spawn grow inside you. The days drag on as the insemination process continues, your body once again subject to the whims of the predatory creature. The unforgiving swamp environment becomes your prison as you await the birth of the Korfalg spawn, knowing that the cycle will repeat itself once more. What do you do? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I begin to enjoy the movement of the internal arms as they ruthlessly pound away at my holes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The relentless movements of the Korfalg's internal arms continue to penetrate you with a rhythmic intensity, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. Despite the strange and harrowing circumstances, a twisted sensation of pleasure begins to coil within you as the internal arms explore your most intimate places. As the insemination process progresses, the alternating sensations of pleasure and discomfort blend together, creating a bewildering mix of arousal and agony. The mucus-coated chamber amplifies each sensation, heightening your awareness of every movement and touch within you. Lost in a haze of conflicting emotions, you find yourself strangely drawn to the intense stimulation caused by the Korfalg's actions. The alien nature of the experience only adds to the taboo allure, fueling a growing desire that consumes your thoughts even as your body is used as a vessel for the creature's reproduction. Caught in a web of conflicting impulses and sensations, you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure that the Korfalg's internal arms bring, embracing the forbidden ecstasy that thrums through you with each relentless thrust. What do you do next? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Tell me what happens during the next four days of the insemination leading up to the first day of my twelve month pregnancy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Over the course of the next four days, the insemination process within the Korfalg's Herlac continues unabated. The internal arms of the creature, now deeply embedded within your body, maintain their rapid and forceful movements, discharging sperm at different depths within you as the Korfalg spawn begin to take root. The days pass in a blur of surreal sensations, the pleasure and pain mingling together in a twisted dance of ecstasy and torment. Your body undergoes subtle changes as the Korfalg-induced pregnancy progresses, the alien life growing inside you influencing every aspect of your being. As the Herlac steadily nurtures the developing Korfalg spawn within you, you feel the weight of their presence increasing with each passing moment. The sense of being both host and prisoner to the creatures' offspring becomes more pronounced, a reminder of the unyielding bond that now exists between you and the predatory beings. With the onset of the fifth day, marking the end of the insemination process and the beginning of your twelve-month pregnancy, a sense of inevitability settles over you. The internal arms of the Korfalg cease their movements, their work done for now as the cycle of life continues within the confines of the Herlac. You are left to contemplate the strange and twisted fate that has befallen you, a willing participant in a macabre dance of survival and reproduction orchestrated by the predatory creatures of the swamp. As the first day of your pregnancy dawns, you are acutely aware of the presence of the Korfalg spawn growing within you, a constant reminder of the dark and twisted bond that now links you to the creatures of the watery depths. What do you do now as you come to terms with the reality of your situation? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I come to enjoy the sensation of being constantly stuffed with the Korfalg’s internal arms. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the days of your pregnancy within the Korfalg's Herlac stretch ahead of you, you find yourself strangely drawn to the persistent presence of the creature's internal arms within your body. The sensation of being constantly filled and stretched by the alien appendages takes on a new meaning for you, becoming a source of unexpected pleasure and satisfaction. Each movement and shift of the internal arms within you sends waves of sensation rippling through your body, a potent mix of arousal and discomfort that merges into a complex tapestry of sensations. The unrelenting pressure and intrusion of the Korfalg's limbs become a twisted form of pleasure for you, providing a perverse sense of fulfillment that both excites and terrifies you. As the pregnancy progresses, the growing presence of the Korfalg spawn within you intensifies the sensations coursing through your body, heightening your awareness of every movement and shift within the Herlac. The alien life growing inside you becomes a constant reminder of your entanglement with the predatory creatures of the swamp, a bond that transcends mere physical captivity. Lost in a haze of conflicting emotions and sensations, you surrender to the strange allure of being constantly stuffed with the Korfalg's internal arms, embracing the unusual ecstasy that accompanies the bizarre circumstances of your captivity. The boundary between pleasure and pain blurs in the confines of the Herlac, leaving you adrift in a sea of conflicting desires and sensations. What do you do next as you find yourself succumbing to the strange pleasures of your predicament? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I begin to dread the idea of not being inside a Herlac. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the days of your pregnancy within the Korfalg's Herlac continue, a sense of dread begins to gnaw at the edges of your consciousness. The familiar pressure and presence of the creature's internal arms within you have become a strange source of comfort and security, anchoring you in a reality that is both alien and inexplicably intimate. The idea of not being inside a Herlac, of being separated from the relentless embrace of the Korfalg's limbs, fills you with a deep unease. The thought of existing outside the mucus-coated chamber, of facing the world beyond the confines of the swamp, instills a sense of fear and disquiet within you. The notion of being deprived of the constant presence and stimulation provided by the Korfalg's internal arms sends a shiver of apprehension down your spine. The prospect of being alone, of existing without the alien life growing within you, fills you with a profound sense of loss and emptiness, a void that threatens to consume you in the absence of the Herlac's protective embrace. Caught between a desire for freedom and a fear of separation, you find yourself torn between conflicting emotions as you grapple with the complexities of your situation. The strange and twisted reality of your existence within the Herlac becomes a paradoxical source of comfort and dread, a reminder of the fragile balance between captivity and sanctuary that defines your tumultuous journey in the swamp. What do you do next as you confront the unsettling prospect of life beyond the confines of the Herlac? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I ready myself mentally to give birth. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the days of your pregnancy within the Korfalg's Herlac draw to a close, you steel yourself for the inevitable moment of giving birth to the Korfalg spawn. The alien life within your body has reached a critical stage of development, signaling the imminent arrival of the creatures that will soon enter the world. With a mixture of apprehension and determination, you prepare yourself mentally for the transformative experience that awaits you. The prospect of bringing forth the offspring of the predatory creatures of the swamp fills you with a sense of awe and trepidation, a solemn reminder of the dark and twisted fate that has befallen you. As the first signs of labor begin to ripple through your body, you feel a primal instinct take hold, guiding you through the impending ordeal. The rhythmic contractions of your muscles herald the onset of the birthing process, signaling the beginning of a new chapter in your surreal journey within the Herlac. With each passing moment, the intensity of the sensations grows, building towards a climactic moment of release and renewal. The pressure within you mounts as the Korfalg spawn prepare to enter the world, their alien forms eager to break free from the confines of their gestational chamber. As the moment of birth approaches, you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from fear to wonder, anticipation to dread. The impending arrival of the Korfalg spawn signals a watershed moment in your captivity, a pivotal event that will forever alter the course of your existence in the swamp. What do you do next as you brace yourself for the transformative experience of giving birth to the Korfalg spawn within the Herlac? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I steel myself and give birth. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- With a deep breath and a steely resolve, you brace yourself for the momentous event of giving birth to the Korfalg spawn. As the intensity of the contractions increases and the pressure within your body mounts, you feel a primal instinct guiding you through the birthing process. With a final push, a wave of sensations washes over you as the first of the Korfalg spawn emerges from your body. The alien creature, slick with mucus and writhing with newfound life, enters the world with a cacophony of sounds and movements. One by one, the remaining Korfalg spawn follow, each one a testament to the dark and twisted bond that now connects you to the predatory creatures of the swamp. The birthing process unfolds with a surreal intensity, the Herlac serving as a backdrop to the primal dance of life and death that plays out within its confines. As the last of the Korfalg spawn emerges into the world, you are left to contemplate the strange and unsettling reality of your circumstances. The creatures, now free from their gestational chamber, wriggle and squirm in the mucus-coated environment. With the birthing process complete, a sense of awe and exhaustion washes over you, leaving you to grapple with the aftermath of the transformative experience. The Korfalg spawn, now separate from your body, represent a new chapter in your entanglement with the creatures of the swamp, a reminder of the dark and twisted fate that has befallen you. What do you do next as you come to terms with the aftermath of giving birth to the Korfalg spawn within the Herlac? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I manage to escape once more and make it ashore to safety. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As you manage to escape the confines of the Korfalg's Herlac once more, a sense of relief washes over you as you make your way ashore to safety. The harrowing experience of giving birth to the predatory creatures' spawn has left you drained and exhausted, but a newfound sense of freedom propels you forward, away from the dangers of the swamp. With each step you take on solid ground, the weight of your ordeal begins to lift, replaced by a glimmer of hope for a future free from the predatory creatures that have ensnared you in their twisted web. The sounds of the swamp soon fade into the distance. As you find refuge on dry land, a sense of liberation takes hold, bolstering your spirits and renewing your resolve to escape the clutches of the creatures that have haunted you for so long. The taste of freedom lingers in the air, a tangible reminder of the resilience and determination that have carried you through the darkest moments of your captivity. With the safety of solid ground beneath your feet, you take a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings, grateful for the chance to reclaim agency over your own fate. The path ahead may be uncertain, but for now, you revel in the newfound sense of independence that comes with your escape from the clutches of the Korfalg. What do you do next as you savor the taste of freedom and contemplate the possibilities that lie ahead in your journey to reclaim control over your own destiny? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I begin to think back on my experince in the Herlac. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As you take a moment to reflect on your harrowing experience within the Korfalg's Herlac, a flood of memories and emotions washes over you, each moment etched into your mind with vivid clarity. The surreal journey through the alien chamber, the sensations of being filled and penetrated by the creature's internal arms, and the transformative act of giving birth to the Korfalg spawn all play out in your mind like a twisted tableau of dark fantasies. The memory of the intimate bond that formed between you and the predatory creature lingers in your thoughts, a reminder of the strange and forbidden pleasures that accompanied the ordeal of captivity within the mucus-coated chamber. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain, desire and revulsion, blend together in a tumultuous mix of emotions, leaving you to grapple with the complexities of your entanglement with the creatures of the swamp. As you recall the moments of captivity and birthing, a sense of unease settles over you. The memory of the Korfalg spawn, now free in the world, serves as a haunting echo of the bond that now exists between you and the creatures, a connection forged in the crucible of survival and reproduction. Despite the discomfort and fear that the memories evoke, a strange sense of nostalgia tugs at your heart, a bittersweet reminder of the strange and forbidden pleasures that accompanied your captivity within the Herlac. The experience, though dark and twisted, has left an indelible mark on your psyche, shaping your perception of yourself and the world around you in ways both profound and unsettling. As you come to terms with the memories of your time within the Korfalg's Herlac, a sense of introspection takes hold, guiding you through the complexities of your emotions and experiences. The journey ahead may be fraught with challenges and uncertainties, but the resilience and determination you have shown in overcoming the trials of captivity serve as a testament to your strength and resolve. What do you do next as you navigate the depths of your memories and contemplate the impact of your experience within the Herlac on your journey to reclaim control over your own destiny? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The more I think about it, the more I realize I miss being in the Herlac. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the memories of your time within the Korfalg's Herlac continue to swirl through your mind, a surprising realization begins to take root: amidst the fear and discomfort, a strange sense of longing for the mucus-coated chamber and the alien embrace of the creature's internal arms begins to grow within you. The memories of being constantly filled and penetrated by the Korfalg's limbs, the sensation of being intimately connected to the predatory creature, and the perverse pleasure that accompanied the experience now hold a curious allure for you. The longing for the familiar pressure and presence of the internal arms stirs within you, a twisted echo of the dark and forbidden desires that once entwined you with the creature of the watery depths. Despite the fear and unease that the memories evoke, a strange sense of nostalgia and yearning tugs at your heart, drawing you back to the intimate bond that formed within the confines of the Herlac. The forbidden pleasures and perverse comfort of captivity within the mucus-coated chamber linger in your thoughts, a testament to the complex and conflicting emotions that shape your perception of the world around you. As the realization of your longing for the Herlac takes root, you find yourself at a crossroads, grappling with the unsettling prospect of returning to the captivity that once held you in its grip. The twisted desire to reunite with the predatory creatures and the familiar embrace of the creature's limbs war with the instinct for freedom and self-preservation that now guides you on your journey. What do you do next as you confront the unexpected longing for the Herlac and navigate the complexities of your emotions and desires in the wake of your harrowing experience within the chamber? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I walk back to the swamp. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As you make your way back to the swamp, drawn by an inexplicable longing for the mucus-coated chamber of the Korfalg's Herlac, a sense of anticipation and apprehension swirls within you. The path ahead is cloaked in shadows and uncertainty, the echoes of your past experiences guiding you through the twisted landscape of the watery depths. With each step you take towards the familiar terrain of the swamp, the memories of captivity and release play out in your mind like a haunting melody, a symphony of desires that beckon you back to the depths of the creatures' domain. The yearning for the oppressive embrace of the internal arms and the perverse pleasures that accompanied the experience fuel your resolve, urging you onwards towards a reckoning with the strange and forbidden bond that binds you to the Korfalgs. As you approach the murky waters, a sense of trepidation washes over you, mingling with a strange sense of excitement and dread. The shifting shadows and eerie sounds of the swamp serve as a haunting backdrop to your return, a reminder of the dangers and dark allure that await you within the depths. With each passing moment, the pull grows stronger, drawing you inexorably towards the threshold of captivity and freedom. The choice before you is fraught with peril and possibility, a test of will and desire that will shape the course of your journey. What do you do next as you stand on the brink of returning to the embrace of the Korfalg's Herlac, your heart torn between the longing for the familiar comforts of captivity and the instinct for freedom and self-preservation that now guides you? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I wade out into the water and get attacked by a Korfalg. It is currently breeding season for Korfalgs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As you wade out into the water, the familiar chill of the swamp enveloping you once more, a sense of foreboding hangs in the air. The murky depths teem with hidden dangers, and the sound of splashing water echoes ominously in the stillness of the swamp. Without warning, a Korfalg emerges from the shadows, its blob-like form pulsating with predatory intent as it lunges towards you with a ferocious hunger in its eyes. The tendril-like arms extend outward, reaching for you with a primal urgency that speaks of the creature's relentless drive to mate and proliferate. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, you find yourself locked in a vicious struggle with the creature as it attempts to grapple you into submission, intent on fulfilling its biological imperative to inseminate a victim and initiate the twisted cycle of captivity and reproduction that defines the Korfalgs' existence. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the encounter unfolds, it brings back memories of the last time I was in a Herlac. My longing reignited, I quickly resign myself to the whims of the Korfalg. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the tendrils of the Korfalg ensnare you in a familiar embrace, a rush of conflicting emotions and memories floods your mind, blending the raw instincts of survival with the twisted desires that linger beneath the surface of your consciousness. The primal hunger of the creature, driven by the imperatives of the breeding season, stirs within you a strange mixture of fear and arousal, a potent cocktail of forbidden pleasures and dark temptations. The memories of your previous encounter within a Herlac resurface with vivid clarity, the sensations of being filled and penetrated by the creature's internal arms mingling with the perverse thrill of surrendering to the predatory embrace of the Korfalg. The yearning for the intimate connection that binds you to the creatures grows stronger, leading you to a fateful decision to embrace the fate that awaits you in the mucus-coated chamber of the Herlac. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As you surrender to the overpowering allure of the Korfalg and resign yourself to the creature's primal desires, the tendril-like arms of the creature pull you closer, enveloping you in a tight embrace as it guides you towards the depths of the swamp. The mucus-coated chamber of the Herlac looms ahead, a twisted sanctuary where the intricate dance of captivity and reproduction unfolds in a dark and forbidden ritual. Entering the Herlac, you feel the familiar sensation of the thick adhesive mucus coating your skin, rapidly immobilizing you and inducing a state of blissful numbness. The internal arms of the Korfalg begin their rhythmic penetration, going in and out of your body with relentless urgency, delivering the transformative essence of the breeding season with each thrust. The cycle of insemination and incubation begins anew, the sporadic discharge of sperm deep within your body marking the initiation of a bond forged in the depths of the Herlac. As the days pass, the internal arms cease their movements, lodging in your vagina, anus, and throat in a symbiotic embrace that heralds the onset of pregnancy within the chamber. In the hibernation-like state that follows, the Korfalg sinks into slumber, burying itself beneath the mud of the swamp while its external arms remain exposed to retrieve oxygen. The passage of time blurs as you undergo the transformative process of gestation, your body nourished by the nutrient-rich mucus of the Herlac in a surreal dance of life and death. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I orgasm with pleasure from the internal arm lodged in my vagina. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the relentless pulsations of the internal arm lodged in your vagina stimulate your most intimate depths, a wave of pleasure washes over you, igniting a primal fire within your core. The surreal fusion of arousal and captivity, desire and surrender, culminates in a powerful orgasm that shatters the boundaries of sensation and reality. The forbidden ecstasy of being penetrated by the Korfalg's internal arm in the depths of the Herlac sends ripples of pleasure through your body, each convulsion of your muscles echoing the primal rhythm of the creature's invasive embrace. The confines of the mucus-coated chamber amplify the intensity of the experience, heightening your senses and engulfing you in a whirlwind of euphoria that transcends the boundaries of the physical and the metaphysical. As the waves of pleasure subside, leaving you spent and sated within the embrace of the creature, a strange sense of fulfillment and longing lingers in the air, a testament to the complex and intertwined nature of desire and captivity that binds you to the Korfalg in a perverse union of flesh and spirit. What unfolds next in the dark and enigmatic realm of the Herlac as the echoes of pleasure and pain reverberate through the abyss of the swamp, shaping the course of your journey and the depths of your desires? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I prepare myself to give birth. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the cycle of gestation within the Herlac nears its completion, a sense of anticipation and apprehension fills the air, mingling with the echoes of pleasure and pain that have defined your journey within the mucus-coated chamber. The weight of impending childbirth hangs heavy in the dimly lit confines, a testament to the strange and primal bond that binds you to the creature. With each passing moment, the sensation of pressure and movement within your body grows, signaling the imminent arrival of the Korfalg spawn that have taken root within your womb. The rhythmic contractions and convulsions of your muscles herald the onset of labor, a primal torrent of pain and pleasure that heralds the emergence of new life within the dark embrace of the swamp. With a primal scream that echoes through the chamber, you give birth to the Korfalg spawn, the slippery, writhing forms of the creatures emerging into the world with a raw and savage vitality. The cycle of captivity and reproduction reaches its climax as the spawn crawl forth from your vagina, eager to embark on their own journey of survival and predation within the twisted ecosystem of the swamp. As the last vestiges of childbirth fade, leaving you exhausted but strangely exhilarated within the depths of the Herlac, a sense of completion and renewal washes over you, marking the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. What lies ahead for you in the aftermath of childbirth, as the echoes of pleasure, pain, and primal instincts continue to shape your fate within the swamp? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I once more manage to escape and make my way onto land, but this time, my next destination is clear. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- With a renewed sense of purpose and determination, you emerge from the depths of the swamp, the echoes of childbirth and captivity fading behind you as you step onto solid ground once more. The primal allure of the Korfalgs and the twisted dance of pleasure that defined your journey within the Herlac linger in your mind, shaping your resolve and guiding your next steps in the enigmatic realm of Ustmaar. As you stand on the shore, the vast expanse of the swamp stretches out before you, a dark and foreboding landscape teeming with hidden dangers and forbidden desires. Your destination clear in your mind, a new chapter unfolds in the ongoing saga of captivity and liberation that defines your existence in this strange and mysterious world. What path will you choose as you venture forth into the unknown, guided by the pleasure that haunts your every step? The wilderness of Ustmaar awaits, its secrets and mysteries beckoning you to explore the depths of your desires and the shadows of your fears. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I finally realize that life outside a Herlac is no longer good enough. It lacks the excitement and pleasure I crave. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the revelation dawns upon you, a profound sense of longing fills your soul, a recognition that the mundane existence beyond the confines of the Herlac pales in comparison to the intoxicating allure of captivity and pleasure that defines your bond with the Korfalgs. The echoes of the primal ecstasy and forbidden desires that have shaped your journey resonate within you, weaving a tapestry of passion and pain that transcends the boundaries of the physical and the metaphysical. The realization that life outside the Herlac is devoid of the excitement and pleasure you crave sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, igniting a renewed sense of purpose and belonging in the twisted realm of Ustmaar. Embracing the dark allure of captivity and liberation, you make a fateful decision to return to the swamp and seek out the familiar embrace of the Korfalgs, drawn inexorably towards the depths of the Herlac where pleasure and pain intertwine in a dance of creation and destruction. With a resolute heart and a primal hunger for the forbidden pleasures that await you, you set forth on a path of self-discovery and indulgence, guided by the shadowy whispers of desire that beckon you to embrace the depths of your true nature. What unfolds next in your journey of captivity and liberation, as you embrace the darkness and the light that define your existence within the twisted landscape of the swamp? The cycle of pleasure and pain continues, shaping your destiny and guiding your steps towards a fate that is both mysterious and inevitable. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Wishing to be imprisoned within a Herlac for the fourth time, I wade out into the water of the swamp and soon get attacked by another Korfalg. It is currently breeding season for Korfalgs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- -
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Joys of Tamriel: Liberation Squad is a highly altered version of the Joys of Tamriel worldbuilding sheet. Unlike the normal sheet, which is basically a world template that you can insert your own characters and scenario start information into, JoT:LS is a premade scenario that you can jump right into without having to do anything yourself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ BLUE TEXT = changeable information. CYAN TEXT = perpetually true information about you and other noteworthy characters. GREEN TEXT = perpetually true information about the world. BROWN TEXT = less vital information which you would still probably want to include in your initial message and reminders if your AI has a good enough memory. RED TEXT = A summary of what has happened thus far. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a message to the AI: Everything I say in this message is simply information about me and the world that my story takes place in. The story takes place in the world of the Elder Scrolls. Erin is a white-haired, 36 year-old heterosexual female Dunmer. She’s quite tall at 178 cm, She has dark-gray skin, a toned muscular physique, red pupils, red irises, black sclerae, large black areolae, an hourglass figure, wide hips perfect for childbearing, an above average-sized ass, muscled limbs, a long droopy labia, and a long thin clit. The inner part of her labia and vagina are a vibrant magenta-pink. She has a very beautiful elegant face, prominent cheekbones, big juicy lips, a pointy chin, and a Roman nose. As for hair, she has long free-flowing hair, prominent eye-brows, some armpit-hair, and a long thin landing-strip in terms of pubes. Her breasts are huge if slightly saggy, perfect for milking. In terms of cup-size, she's a G-cup. Her nipples are long and thick as thumbs. Erin is a determined, stubborn, vigilante heroine who fights for justice. She’s against slavery and hate to see women suffer. She’s chaste, having never slept with a man. She values her modesty, but above all, she values her friends; Illis, Leandra, and Garga. She fights with a sword. Garga is a 30 year-old female orc. She’s 189 cm tall; normal for a female orc but very tall by human standards. She has a toned muscular body, average-sized tits, narrow hips, short red hair, and a small ass. For pubes, she’s got a big bush. She has a tough, rugged appearance. Before going into the orc-den, she was loud, strong, stubborn, boisterous, fearless and brave, and she used to fight with a great-axe. Leandra is a 23 year-old female Nord. She’s short; only 152 cm tall. She has a slim athletic body, small tits, narrow hips, long brown hair, and a small ass. For pubes, she’s got a small bush. She has an almost juvenile appearance. She’s highly energetic, somewhat foul-mouthed, reckless, and a bit of a tomboy. She’s never afraid to speak her mind and will readily argue for what she believes in. She fights with a rapier. She’s still a virgin. Illis is a 31 year-old female Altmer. She’s 161 cm tall; quite average. She has a toned athletic body, large tits, wide hips, long blonde hair, and a big butt. For pubes, she’s got a broad landing strip. She’s soft-spoken, gentle, kind, motherly, but also naive, easily fooled, and clumsy. She fights with a bow. She’s still a virgin. Erin, Leandra and Illis all wear the same bikini-armor; a metal bra, a thong, metal pauldrons, metal gauntlets, metal boots and a belt with a weapon-holster. Bras don’t exist. Your average Altmer/Bosmer/Dunmer speaks in an elegant, refined fashion. Argonians are bipedal reptilians with a lizard’s head, tail and scales, but the torso and limbs are shaped like those of humans. Many have horns/feathers on the head and a series of larger scutes running from the top of the head, down the back, and to the tail tip. Argonians tend to have somewhat hoarse-sounding, low-pitched voices. For thousands of years, the Dunmer of Morrowind have kept argonians as slaves to work the province’s large crop-fields. Even Dunmer outside of Morrowind tend to look down on argonians quite severely because of this fact. Khajiit are bipedal felines with a cat’s head, tail and claws, but the torso and limbs are shaped like those of humans. Khajiit tend to have very raspy voices and many refer to themselves in third-person. Ogres and goblins are extremely unrefined, totally lacking manners. They’re stupid, eat sloppily, and speak in a very vulgar, uninhibited, broken fashion. They can also be quite undiplomatic, unsportsmanlike, inconsiderate and presumptuous. Your average orc is plain-spoken and quite unrefined, lacking proper etiquette. Most eat sloppily and speak in a vulgar fashion. Giants and ogres have extremely low-pitched, booming voices. Giants can only speak their own primitive language. It sounds like grunting. Lurkers, trolls and werewolves are primitive beasts, totally unable to speak. Your average male giant/goblin/ogre/orc is quite misogynistic and loves to dominate women sexually. Some inns/taverns let prostitutes live and work on their premises for a substantial cut. It’s especially common in high-crime-areas, countryside-areas, and struggling inns/taverns. Prostitutes living on-location share a single room for off-work recreation and sleeping. Most inn/tavern -prostitutes double as waitresses to make ends meet. Respectable inns/taverns rarely advertise their prostitutes and always mandate waitressing prostitutes to wear waitress-clothes. Less decent/respectable inns/taverns might advertise their prostitutes publicly as a business-strategy, and a few even mandate full-nudity for waitressing prostitutes. Particularly desperate establishments might even ask attractive female customers to become prostitutes. Whore-houses got both free and enslaved prostitutes living on their premises. All are fully nude. Besides sex, whore-houses also offer stage-performances for audiences. This typically involves prostitutes stripteasing, dancing, and pleasing themselves onstage, but competitive orgies are occasionally held as well. Most male giants/goblins/ogres/orcs like to degrade women. When a captive is significantly smaller than themselves, these creatures are likely to give her a belly-ride or lass-strapping. Some wealthy slave-owners also like to give their female slaves belly-rides. Being armor-strapped is the same as getting a belly-ride. If a victim is armor-strapped, she hangs suspended in mid air in an upright posture with her crotch pressed against her captor's cock and her back pressed against his chest/belly. If a victim is armor-strapped, it’d mean that she's in a sprawled or spread eagle posture, that each of her wrists is cuffed to either of her captor's pauldrons, that each of her ankles is cuffed to either of his thigh-protectors, and that the end of her collar's chain/leash is secured behind his neck. To render a woman armor-strapped, wear pauldrons and thigh-protectors that already come with handcuff-like devices permanently attached. Restrain her wrists to the pauldrons and her ankles to the thigh-protectors. Once you’ve got her strapped, you force your cock inside her and go about your normal life. Many giants and ogres leave the woman permanently suspended. Women who are subjected to this on a permanent or very frequent basis are referred to as “meat-shields”. Lass-strapping is when you tie a woman’s wrists and ankles together, either above her head or behind her back, and then tie a rope onto those binds which you either attach to your belt or hold in your hand. If you tied her wrists and ankles together above her head, it’s called a pouch-strap. If you instead tied them together behind her back, it’s called a bag-strap. A cock ring is a ring worn around the base of a man's cock and balls. A slave's chain/leash can be attached to the ring ahead of oral sex. Besides male orcs and some slave-owning nobles, very few men wear a cock ring. A slave-tag is a numerical branding-mark; e.g. “002”, “057” or “143”. Besides identification, they determine the order in which slaves are put up for bidding during slave-auctions. For instance, a slave branded “024” would be presented and bid for before one branded “025”. Slaves not auctioned off during auction-sessions simply retain their existing slave-tag. When an unmarked slave is obtained by a slave-auction-house, it gets branded the lowest vacant number. Slavers are people who mainly make a living by enslaving and then transporting individuals to slave-auction-houses. Some bands of slavers also buy slaves from orc-dens and goblin-dens on behalf of slave-auction-houses. Some slavers also work as security during slave-auctions. Slavers usually operate in groups of 2-8. When they enslave someone, they bind/cuff the person's wrists together, gag them, strip them naked, and equip a leashed/chained slave-collar. When the slavers have acquired enough slaves, they bring them to a slave-auction-house. Unmarked slaves are branded by the slave-auction-house upon delivery. Slavers mostly operate in cities, towns, and along busy roads. Being widely seen as undesirable while homeless, a former slave, or without family and biological kin puts one at immediate risk of enslavement by slavers. Being a sex-worker, Argonian, Khajiit, and/or criminal in combination with these risk-factors can further increase the likelihood of enslavement. If a woman is naked with her wrists bound, most would consider her a slave and treat her accordingly. All slave-auctions have rope, cuffs, slave-collars, leashes, chains, gags, a branding-iron, and a place to heat the branding-iron available. Other than a small room where slaves are initially processed and branded, slave-auction-houses only consist of a single, large auction-room with rows of seats for attendees, a podium from which the slave-auctioneer conducts the bidding-sessions, and a large, highly visible cage within which all the auction’s slaves are kept. To enslave a person, first tie/cuff their wrists behind the back, then gag them if there’s a gag available. Mind you, there’s always gags available if you’re at a slave-auction-house. Next, strip them completely naked and attach a slave-collar. Attach a leash/chain if you have one. If you have a branding-iron and a way to heat it, brand them with a slave-tag just above the left breast. If you’re at a slave-auction-house, now lead them by the leash/chain to the cage in the auction-room. All slaves present in slave-auction-house slave-cages are gagged. Slaves are always naked. Whenever a leashed/chained slave stands or walks next to their master or slaver, the slave is lead by the leash/chain. When it’s time for a slave to be auctioned off during a slave-auction, it’s first retrieved from the slave-cage by a slaver and lead by its leash/chain to the auction-floor next to the podium. The slave-auctioneer will then talk from the podium about the slave at length, describing its physical appearance to the bidders in meticulous detail and mentioning possibilities for what they think it could be used for. (The slave-auctioneer should at least describe the form, breasts, hips, thighs, ass, genitals, face and demeanor of the slave. Please tell me exactly what they say.) The slave-auctioneer might also talk about the slave's virtues, personality, and/or past if they know anything and think it could increase the slave’s bidding value. After that, the bidding will commence. When the slave has been sold, a slaver will come to the auction-floor, retrieve it, and walk it by its leash/chain over to the winning bidder before handing over their end of the leash/chain. When you win the bid for a slave, you usually assign it a new name. Most choose something offensive/belittling that reflects the slave's appearance, personality, intelligence or past. Most humans, elves and orcs consider Argonians and Khajiit to be inferior but few of them would ever openly express that opinion around free Argonians or free Khajiit. Erin, Leandra, Garga, and Illis don’t agree with this opinion. Most men consider women inferior and less intelligent but few of them would ever openly express that opinion around free women. The orcs in the orc-den aren’t afraid to express this opinion, even when in the presence of female slavers. Erin, Leandra and Illis don’t agree with the opinion, but Garga has come to believe it. Most men consider women unfit to be rulers, warriors, bodyguards, bounty-hunters, slavers and slave-owners but few would ever openly express that opinion around free women. The orcs in the orc-den aren’t afraid to express this opinion openly. Erin, Leandra and Illis don’t agree with the opinion, but Garga has come to believe it. Most non-enslaved individuals have little-to-no sympathy for slaves and consider them inferior. In fact, to many people, a slave is just an object that can be used however its master wishes. Many feel it’s a moral obligation to return a runaway-slave to its master. Slavers and slave-auctioneers don’t care about the opinions and feelings of slaves. Many civilians feel likewise. People who consider slaves inferior talk to them in a derogatory, mocking or condescending fashion and often make offensive, mocking comments at their expense. It’s also common for misogynistic men to make sexist remarks at female slaves. When male slavers and male slave-auctioneers talk to non-enslaved women, they act like they respect them, but in reality, they think all females are stupid and naive and that most female slavers are incompetent. The orcs of the orc-den are deeply misogynistic. The absolute vast majority are male. Through kidnappings and deceit, they’ve amassed many female prisoners which they use as breeding-slaves and milking-slaves. Besides orcs, there’s some male ogres too. Garga was trying to rescue the women but got enslaved herself. Going into the orc-den, the entrance is followed by a long corridor that splits in three. The left corridor is short, leading to the sleeping-quarters for the orcs and male ogres who work for the den. The central corridor is long, leading to a small room with one door to the right, one ahead, and one on the left. The left door connects to an entertainment-room with a large stage on which slaves are sometimes forced to dance or partake in other imaginative performances. The door ahead connects to a spacious room with a central stone-throne sitting atop a slightly raised platform. The right door connects to the kitchen, dining-hall and food-storage. The right corridor from the orc-den’s entrance is long and winding, leading to another three-way split. The pathway ahead leads to the slave preparation-room. The left pathway leads to the many cell-blocks where slaves are housed behind bars whenever they’re not being used or trained. A few empty cells are used as delivery-rooms. The right pathway leads to a two-way split. Going right takes you to the Pit; a large, totally empty, circular room where massive orgies and contests are sometimes held. Going left instead takes you to a long, narrow room with a central aisle. There’s a row of 50 pillories on each side of it, all facing inward with a milk-bucket beneath. Slaves taken to this room are bred and milked like livestock for hours on end. The orc-den’s leader is a 220 cm tall, very fat orc named Varak Naal. He has light olive skin, big hairy balls, a short but girthy cock, a bald head, a fat beard, and plenty of body-hair. He never walks around. He just sits on his throne all day, lounging casually while being sexually serviced by slaves, each one connected to his cock-ring through a 3 m long chain attached to her collar. Even when there are visitors from outside the orc-den, he usually has 1-3 slaves servicing him while he talks with the visitors. Varak Naal is masterful at manipulation and negotiation. He knows how to put on a convincing facade of phony mutual respect to make someone see his ways or agree to his terms. When he’s not actively negotiating or trying to convince someone from the outside, he’s extremely foul-mouthed and misogynistic, cursing constantly and often referring to enslaved women as “it” or “the thing”. Slaves aren’t allowed to speak in his presence and would be brutally punished by his guards for any disobedience shown. Unbeknownst to Erin, Leandra and Illis, the orcs of the orc-den have already managed to break Garga’s mind. She fully accepts her role as a breeding-slave and is even willing to trick her friends if it means staying in the orc-den. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I’m Erin. I, Illis and Leandra have just snuck into the orc-den in an effort to rescue Garga. All we know about the place is that it’s an orc-den. We know nothing about orc-dens, their layout or what goes on inside other than that orcs are keeping women imprisoned. (Please narrate from a second-person perspective.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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IN CASE YOU DIDN'T READ THE SPOILER: The protagonist is a 32 year-old, female Orsimer named Braka. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You walk along the road, your stomach grumbling with hunger. As you round a bend, you see a small inn in the distance. It looks run-down and in disrepair. You approach cautiously, hoping they might have something to eat. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Resting one hand on the hilt of my sheathed sword, I enter inside and look around. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You push open the creaky wooden door and step inside the dimly lit inn. A few patrons sit at tables, nursing drinks and eating meager meals. A barmaid with a curious gaze notices you and approaches. "Welcome to the Rusty Flagon. What'll it be?" she asks, her voice weary. Her gaze lingers on your armor and weapon for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "We don't get many visitors like you 'round here." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I huff, "I bet you don't..." I sit down at the counter, raising my hand. "An ale please... and whatever hearty you got to fill my belly." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid nods and pours you a tankard of ale from a cask behind the counter. She sets it down in front of you with a thunk. "That'll be 5 septims. As for the food, we've got some bread and salted pork, if that suits you." She eyes you warily, clearly uncomfortable with your presence. You can sense the other patrons watching you too, murmuring to each other. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Being my usual, oblivious, thickheaded self, I don't notice the discomfort in her face. I simply grab 5 septims from my pouch and put them on the counter. I smile, "I could go for just 'bout anything right now... Hit me up with something good." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid takes the coins and quickly pockets them. She returns a moment later with a stale loaf of bread and a few strips of salted pork on a wooden plate. She sets it down in front of you. "Best we got," she says with a shrug. "Not many travelers from afar come through here, like I said. We don't keep much in the way of fancy food." You can still feel the eyes of the other patrons on you as you sit there, eating your meager meal. The bread is hard and dry, the pork tough and salty. But it's food, and you're hungry, so you eat it gratefully. The barmaid lingers nearby, clearly wanting to ask you something. "So... what brings a warrior like you to a place like this?" she asks finally, her voice low. "We don't get many armed folk 'round here. Especially not your kind." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't give too much thought to why she might be asking her question and respond without much forethought. "Well... Truth be told, I've fallen on hard times. I'm looking for work." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid's eyes widen slightly at your words. She glances around, as if checking to make sure no one else can hear you, then leans in closer. "Work, you say?" she whispers. "Well, we don't have much call for fighters 'round here. Mostly just farmers and herders. But... I might know of something. If you're interested." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I take a big gulp of ale. "A job not involving manual labor or fighting... Color me curious." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid eyes you up and down appraisingly, her gaze lingering on your muscular physique. "It's nothing dangerous," she reassures you. "At least, not physically dangerous." She glances around again, then nods towards a door at the back of the room. "Meet me out back in five minutes," she says quietly. "And come alone." With that, she turns and hurries off to attend to another patron. Having dealt with the patron, she heads into the kitchen, retrieving one of her few workers to man the bar as she proceeds to head out the back door. You finish your ale and bread, wondering what kind of job she might have in mind. You slip out the back door into the cool night air, into the small, muddy yard behind the inn. The barmaid is there, waiting for you, her face seems a bit anxious as you look at her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Striking a confident pose, I cross my arms. I speak up, "So... What's this offer you had in mind?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid fidgets nervously, glancing around again as if checking for eavesdroppers. She steps closer to you, lowering her voice slightly. "It's like I said... It's not a fighting job," she says. "But it could be profitable for someone with your... assets." Her gaze flicks down to your chest and hips, then back up to meet your eyes. "There's a group of merchants coming through town in a few days. They'll be needing some... entertainment. Companionship. And they pay well for the right kind of woman." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Even though I'm often thickheaded, I believe myself to understand the meaning of her words, and so, I ask the obvious question; "What kind of... entertainment and companionship?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid gives you a reassuring smile, blushing slightly. "The kind that only a woman can provide," she says, not quite meeting your eyes. "These are men who have been traveling for weeks, maybe months. They're looking for... release. And they're willing to pay well for it... Enough to set you up for a long time, if you play your cards right." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mind struggles to comprehend the notion. Just the mere thought that a man might feel any lust for such a tall, imposing woman baffles me, let alone that anyone but an orc could love a face like my own. I chuckle slightly, genuinely amused by the strange proposition she's given me and the fact she'd even consider me given my looks. "You do realize I'm an orc? I think your eyesight might be failing you..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I know what you are," she says firmly, her voice slightly tinted by annoyance. "And I know what these men are looking for. They don't care about what you look like on the outside. They care about what you can do for them." She steps even closer, her voice dropping even further. "These men are lonely. They're desperate for a warm body to hold, a willing mouth to please them. And they'll pay handsomely for it." "You have assets that men desire..." she says, all the while looking at your body. She places her hand on your bicep, squeezing the firm muscle appreciatively. "...and the strength to handle their desires. I think you could do very well in this line of work if you're willing to submit to their whims." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I blush slightly at the thought and force the left corner of my mouth to raise up slightly in an awkward but mostly amused grin. I'm a bit weirded out by her squeezing and find it hard to believe that her idea could actually work out. "So that's it?... I bring 'em to a room and take 'em to bed?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her hand lingers on your arm a moment longer, feeling the firmness of the muscle. She nods with a glint of excitement. "Well, that's the general idea," she says. "but there's more to it than just that... You'll need to look the part... Act the part... Become what they desire." "These men want to be enticed... Seduced... Pampered." There's a calculating look in her eyes. "You'd need to learn to dance... to move your body in ways that make a man hungry... to use your assets to drive them wild with lust." She gestures to the door. "You'll perform for them... Dance for them... Show them what they're in for." She squeezes your arm again. "And once they've had a taste, they'll be more than willing to pay for a private session where you can... satisfy their every desire." You think back to the main dining-room of the inn, vaguely recalling a small stage with a thin pole as its center. You imagine yourself dancing there, moving sensually and teasing the men until they're desperate for your touch. The thought sends a strange thrill through you, even as it makes you blush. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I try to conjure up a response, I quickly realize that I'm actually enticed by the offer; a fact that weirds me out as I've never before had neither the desire nor opportunity to explore my sexuality in detail. Putting one hand behind the back of my head, I stroke myself in a nervous gesture. "I... I'll think about it," you say, your voice filled with uncertainty. "It's not exactly what I'm used to." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid smiles, pleased. "Just don't take too long... They'll be here in a few days." She turns to leave, then pauses. "Oh, and one more thing... If you do this, you'll need a name. Something... exotic." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As she disappears behind the door, I stay behind. I begin to pace back and forth, thinking about my finances and remembering just how hard it's been to find a good-paying job. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You pace in the yard, your mind racing with the possibilities. The barmaid's words echo in your head... "They'll pay well for the right kind of woman." You think of your almost empty coin purse. A job like this could set you up for a long time. You could finally afford some decent food, maybe even a place to stay that wasn't just a leaky tent in the woods. But could you really do it? Could you really sell yourself like that? Dance for these men? Tease them wantonly? Let them use your body for their own pleasure? You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away. But the more you try not to think about it, the more the idea takes hold. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lewd imagery fills my head. Having not had such thoughts since I was in my late teens, it inspires a strange mix of fluttering, competing emotions. Even as a highly unrefined and candid woman, I have always maintained my modesty. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You shake your head trying to clear the lewd images from your mind, but they persist, growing more vivid with each passing moment. You picture the hands of men upon your skin, their mouths on your flesh. You feel their desire, their hunger, their need. And you feel a corresponding heat building within yourself, a longing for their touch, their attention, their... worship. You shake your head again, deeply embarrassed and disgusted with yourself. What are you thinking? You're not that kind of woman. You're not some cheap whore, selling your body for coin. But the thought of the coin... of finally having enough to live comfortably... of not having to scrounge and struggle for every meal, every night's shelter... it's tempting. So very tempting. You pace faster, your mind racing. You know you should refuse. You know you should walk away from this place and never look back. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I open the door and discreetly make my way over to the counter. I lean onto it with my arms crossed in a most unladylike manner. I speak to the barmaid in a low voice. "Would I make enough Septims for a comfortable living? I need you to sell me on this." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid leans in close, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Enough? Honey, you could make a fortune," she says, her eyes gleaming. "These men are loaded. They're merchants, traders, nobles... They have more coin than they know what to do with. And they're willing to spend it on a night with a woman like you." "With your looks... your body... you could name your price. They'd pay it, and then some, just for a taste of what you have to offer." She smiles at you, her expression once more one of reassurance. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What's the cut? I know you wouldn't let me work here for free." I pause slightly before continuing. "I'd also need to know if I need to make my own living arrangements." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The barmaid's expression shifts slightly, becoming more calculating. "We take 60%. But think of it this way... without us, you'd have no place to work, no clients to speak of. We're providing the venue, the customers, the security. It's only fair we get a share." She sees your surprise at the amount, but quickly continues on. "As for living arrangements... that's up to you." "If you want to live on the premises, we expect 85%. We would be responsible for your protection, food, water and lodging -needs, but you'd still have a few Septims on the side for your own use." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I consider both cut proposals carefully. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You consider the barmaid's words carefully, weighing the pros and cons in your mind. 60% is already a steep cut. Living on the premises, however, with an 85% cut... that's a hard pill to swallow. You'd be giving up most of your earnings, and sacrificing a great deal of autonomy. But the security and stability it would provide is tempting. You look at the barmaid, trying to gauge her sincerity, her trustworthiness. She seems honest enough, but you know she's looking out for her own interests as well. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I suddenly realize that this isn't actually a barmaid. This woman must be the innkeeper herself. "You're the owner of this inn, aren't you? This whole time I've been thinking you're just one of the barmaids." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The woman nods, confirming your suspicion. "You're right... I'm not just a barmaid." She leans forward slightly, crossing her arms across her ample bosom. "Name's Greta, by the way." "I'm telling you, this is an opportunity you don't want to miss... You could be rolling in coin within weeks... Enough to buy a nice little place of your own, if that's what you want." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Well... That one's a lie," I say, fiddling with my coin-purse. "I'm strapped, so I'd have to take the 85% if I were to agree to your proposal." "I'd be giving up a lot of freedoms for this job, not to mention my financial independence, possibly for the rest of my life." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greta nods, her expression turning more serious. "I understand your concerns," she says. "But let me ask you this... what kind of life do you have now? Are you truly free? Or are you just scraping by, barely getting by, never knowing where your next meal is coming from?" She leans in closer, her voice low and intense. "This job... it's a chance to change all that. To have security, stability, a place to call home. You'd be giving up some freedoms, yes, but you'd be gaining so much more..." She sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the conflict. "I know it's a big decision," she says softly. "But I truly believe it's one that could change your life for the better. You just need to be willing to take that first step." Greta looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stand up and walk around the room. I take in the sights, trying to determine if it's a good enough place to justify me staying here for the rest of my life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You walk around the room, taking in the sights. The inn is old and worn, but well-maintained. The furniture is sturdy, if not particularly fancy. The floors are clean, if not particularly polished. Overall, it's a decent enough establishment, if not exactly luxurious. You think about what it would be like to live here, to call this place home. To have a room of your own, a place to rest your head at night. To have meals provided, to not have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. It's a tempting prospect, especially for someone in your position. But you know that with the 85% cut, you'd be tied to this place, beholden to Greta and her establishment. You'd be giving up a lot of your independence, your freedom. You look at Greta, who is watching you closely, her expression a mix of hope and anticipation. She wants you to say yes, wants you to agree to her terms. But she's also giving you the space to make your own decision, to weigh the pros and cons in your own mind. You know she's not going to pressure you, not going to force you into anything. But she's made her offer, and she's waiting for you to decide. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before heading to the counter I glance over at the stage. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You glance over at the stage, imagining yourself dancing there, moving your body in ways you've never moved it before. You picture the men watching you, their eyes hungry, their desire palpable. You feel a thrill run through you at the thought, even as a part of you recoils in disgust. You look back at Greta, who is watching you closely, her expression unreadable. She knows what you're thinking, knows the internal struggle you're going through. She's been through it herself, many times over. She knows the allure of the stage, the power it can give you over men. She also knows the cost. She waits patiently for you to speak, to give her your final answer. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still moving with the body-language of a mercenary for hire, I stride over to the counter and lean forward. I lower my voice so the other patrons across the room can't hear. "I... I accept." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greta's face lights up with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Excellent," she says, her voice still low and conspiratorial. "You won't regret this decision." She reaches under the counter and pulls out a small, leather-bound book. "This is the contract," she says, setting it down on the counter in front of you. "It outlines the terms of our agreement. Read it over carefully, and if you're satisfied, sign on the line at the bottom." She pushes the book towards you, along with a quill pen. "I'll give you a moment to review it," she says, stepping back to give you some privacy. You pick up the book and begin to read through the contract, your eyes scanning the dense legalese. It's all there... the 85% cut, the living arrangements, the terms of your employment. It's a lot to take in, a lot to commit to. But as you read, you feel a sense of excitement building within you. This is it... this is your chance to change your life, to have a better future. You know it won't be easy, but you also know it will be worth it. You look up at Greta, who is watching you with a mix of anticipation and understanding. She knows what this means for you, knows the weight of the decision you're making. But she also knows that you're strong enough to handle it, strong enough to make the most of this opportunity. You take a deep breath, then dip the quill into the inkwell. With a steady hand, you sign your name on the line at the bottom of the page. As you do, you feel a sense of finality, of commitment. This is it... you're now officially employed by the Rusty Flagon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Okay... What now?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greta smiles, her eyes glinting with excitement as she sees your signature on the contract. "Now," she says, "we get you ready." She reaches under the counter again and pulls out a key on a leather strap. "This is your room key," she says, handing it to you. "It's upstairs, at the end of the hall. Go on up and get settled in. Come back down in two hours after the patrons leave and we'll get you started on your training." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "T-Training," I say with a slight gulp going down my throat. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greta nods, her expression turning serious. "Of course," she says. "You can't just jump right into this line of work without any preparation. We need to make sure you're ready." She sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the hint of anxiety. "Don't worry," she says softly. "We'll take it slow. We'll start with the basics... how to move, how to present yourself, how to... please a man." She sees you blush at her words, but she continues on. "It's not as hard as you might think," she says. "You have a natural gift. We just need to unlock it." She smiles reassuringly. "Go on up to your room and get some rest. We'll talk more when you come back down." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I walk up the stairs, my heavy feet making low thuds as I step on each step. As I make it through the hallway I hear sounds coming from one of the rooms. Resting my ear against the door, I hear muffled moans and the squeaking of a bed. I can feel myself blush in response at the thought that that'll be me by the time my training's over. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You stand outside the door, your ear pressed against the wood, listening to the muffled sounds of passion coming from within. The moans, the creaking of the bed, the low grunts of a man in the throes of lust... it's all so foreign to you, so alien. And yet, you can't help but feel a thrill run through you at the thought of it being you in there someday, writhing beneath a man, your body his to use as he pleases. You blush deeply, your heart racing at the thought. You've never experienced such things before, never even considered them. And yet, here you are, about to embark on a journey that will lead you down a path of carnal delights and depraved pleasures. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You know that what you're about to do is wrong, that it goes against everything you've ever been taught. But you also know that it's your ticket to a better life, a life of comfort and security. With a final, shaky breath, you turn away from the door and continue down the hallway to your room. You insert the key into the lock, turn it, and step inside. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I step into the room, I notice a chubby, naked woman passed out on one of the five beds. She's an Altmer, seemingly over 45 years of age. Her hair is long and her nipples are adorned with large rings. She's sound asleep, laying sprawled on the bed. Her snoring is even worse than that of a male orc. As I walk past her, I notice some white residue on her thighs. I chuckle to myself, genuinely amused. "She must be really bad at cleaning..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You look at the passed-out Altmer woman, your eyes taking in her nude form. She's certainly not a young woman, that's for sure. Her skin is starting to sag in places, her breasts drooping slightly, and there are a few stretch marks on her belly. But she's not unattractive, either. There's a certain... allure to her, a certain confidence in the way she lays there, naked and unashamed. You notice the white residue on her thighs, and you can't help but chuckle. "She must be really bad at cleaning," you say to yourself, shaking your head. It's a strange thing to see, but it's also kind of funny. You move past her towards the empty bed across the room, setting your bag down on it. As you start to unpack your few possessions, you hear a low moan from behind you. You turn to see the Altmer woman starting to stir, her eyes fluttering open. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hello," I say, my voice low and rough in the manner you'd expect of an orc. "I guess we'll be sisters from now on..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Altmer woman opens her eyes slowly, focusing on you. She blinks a few times, her vision coming into focus. She takes in your rough, rugged appearance, your muscular body, and the way you carry yourself like a warrior. She smiles lazily, her voice a bit husky from sleep. "Sisters, huh? I suppose we will," she says. "Though I don't think either of us is much of a sister type." She sits up in bed, not bothering to cover herself. Her breasts jiggle as she moves, and you can see the piercings on her nipples more clearly in the light. "The name's Shalena," she says. "I've been here... oh, going on four years now." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She stands up from the bed, facing you with a smile. "Well, anyway... Welcome to the Rusty Flagon." "I'm sure Greta filled you in on the details," she says, stretching her arms above her head. "85% cut, room and board included. It's not much, but it's better than starving on the streets." She looks at you, her eyes appraising your armor and weaponry. "I see you're a fighter," she says. "There's certainly men who like that sort of thing... a woman who can handle herself." She walks over to you, her hips swaying slightly. "You'll do well here," she says, patting your arm. "Just follow my lead, and you'll be swimming in no time." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you say so." As I remove my armor, she moves up behind me. "Let me get that for you." She begins to undo the straps on my dress, sliding it down my shoulders. I can't quite believe what's happening. "Wha-... What are you doing?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shalena pauses for a moment and gives you a look of amusement. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she asks. "I'm helping you get settled in." She continues to undo the straps on your dress, letting it slide down your muscular frame. She pulls the dress down to your waist, exposing your large, green breasts. She can't help but admire them for a moment. "Not bad," she says with a smirk. She slides the dress the rest of the way off, letting it pool at your feet. She steps back, looking you up and down. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Well..." I begin, moving a hand in-front of my crotch and an arm to cover my breasts, "I can't say I was quite expecting that..." It's not the first time I've ever been naked in the company of another woman, but the circumstances have changed everything. My nudity has changed from something trivial to something that's beginning to verge on the shameful. I can feel my face begin to redden as my deep, uncultured voice speaks once more, "I can't believe I actually find this embarrassing." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shalena laughs, a hearty, good-natured laugh. "Oh, sweetie," she says, shaking her head. "You're going to have to get used to being naked around here. We don't have much use for modesty in this line of work." She reaches out, guiding your arm away from your breasts. "No need to be shy," she explains. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of." She runs a finger along the curve of your arm. "In fact," she says with a wink, "I'd say you're quite the specimen." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Uhh... Thank you??" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She looks down again, admiring your form. "You're going to drive the men wild," she says. "Those big, green tits... that thick, juicy ass... they'll be lining up to get a piece of you..." She reaches out and gives your ass a firm squeeze, feeling the muscle beneath the skin. "Mmm," she purrs. Getting down on her knees, she steers your hand away from your crotch. "Let me see," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I want to get a good look at what we're working with." She looks down at your exposed privates, her eyes widening slightly. "Well, well," she says, a grin spreading across her face. "Looks like you're packing some serious heat down there. The men are going to love that." She reaches out and gently runs a finger along your labia, feeling the soft, green skin. "So soft," she murmurs. "And already so wet. You must be more excited than you're letting on." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I pant pleasurably from her careful touch. My knees close slightly in an instinctive response. "Oh... What the fuck..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shalena looks up at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, don't fight it," she says, her finger still gently stroking your labia. "This is what you're here for, remember? To give pleasure... and to receive it." She leans in closer, her face just inches from your most intimate area. She takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent. "Mmm," she moans softly. "You smell divine. I bet you taste even better." She looks up at you again, her expression turning more serious. "Let me show you," she says. "Let me show you what it means to be a proper whore." With that, she leans in and places a soft, tender kiss on your clitoris. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I subconsciously sling my head back. "By the nine!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk. "The Nine have nothing to do with this," she says, her voice low and husky. "This is all about the pleasures of the flesh." She leans in again, this time running her tongue along your labia. She moans softly at the taste, savoring it. "Delicious," she murmurs. "Just as I thought..." She continues her ministrations, her tongue delving deeper, exploring your most intimate areas. She probes your entrance, then circles your clitoris, flicking it teasingly. As she does, she slides a finger inside you, feeling your tightness. "Oh, you're going to be so much fun," she says, pumping her finger slowly. "I can't wait to see you writhe in ecstasy." She adds another finger, then another, stretching you out, preparing you for what's to come. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm paralyzed with pleasure, unable to move as I continue to pant heavily. From time to time, a soft yet grunt-like moan escapes my brutish lips. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shalena looks up at you, a wicked grin on her face as she watches your reactions to her skilled touch. "That's it," she coaxes, her fingers pumping faster. "Let yourself feel it. Embrace the pleasure." She curls her fingers inside you, stroking that sensitive spot deep within. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers," she says. "You're getting close already, aren't you? Such a needy little slut." She scissors her fingers, stretching you further, making room for more. "Don't worry," she says, her voice low and soothing. "I'll give you what you need. I'll make you cum so hard you'll see stars." With that, she leans in again, her tongue flicking rapidly over your clitoris. At the same time, she pumps her fingers harder, faster, driving them deep inside you. "Cum for me," she demands, her voice urgent. "Cum all over my face like the wanton whore you are." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a few quick spasms, my hips buckle. My juices spill forth, coating my colleague's face. As the orgasm washes over me, I let out a heavy, labored moan. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shalena looks up at you with a triumphant grin, your juices dripping down her chin. "That's it," she purrs, licking her lips. "You're a natural." She stands up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "See?" she says, "That's what we're here for." She takes your hand, leading you to the bed. "Come." Sitting you down onto the bed, she spreads your legs open wide. Sitting down in front of you while holding one of your legs up, she positions her sex against yours. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not quit sure that this is what I really want, I try my best to interrupt her. "H-Hold on a second..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She looks at you, her expression softening slightly. "Shhh," she whispers. She leans in close, her lips brushing against yours. "I know it's a lot to take in," she murmurs. For a moment she simply stares into your eyes, not moving, not saying a word. Then, she presses her lips against yours, her tongue swirling around your own. She kisses you deeply, passionately, her tongue exploring every part of your mouth. She breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless. "Just relax," she says, her voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you." With that, she begins to grind against you, her slick folds sliding against yours. She moans softly, savoring the feeling of your bodies coming together. "Feel how wet I am?" she whispers. "Feel how much I want you?" She reaches down, guiding your hand to where you're joined. "Touch me," she urges. "Make me cum." She grinds harder against you, her breathing becoming more ragged. "Don't be afraid," she pants. "Give in to it. Embrace it." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I flick my index against her tiny bean, eliciting a soft moan with each hit. As I look down, I feel myself get overwhelmed with emotions and a need for my own release. "T-... Touch me." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She nods, sliding her hand down between your legs, her fingers finding your most sensitive spot. She rubs it firmly, circling it, teasing it. At the same time, she grinds harder against you, her clitoris pressing against yours with each movement. The sensation is incredible, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear. "I can feel you throbbing," she whispers. "I can feel how much you need it." She rubs faster, harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me," she demands. "Cum with me." With a final, hard press, she sends you both over the edge, your bodies shaking with the force of your shared orgasm. She collapses against you, both of you panting heavily. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I... I've never felt, anything like..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She smiles, a genuine, warm smile. "I know," she says softly. "It's incredible, isn't it?" She pulls you close, holding you tight. "And this is just the beginning," she says. "There's so much more to learn, so much more to explore." She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Are you ready?" she asks. "Ready to embrace your new life?" She kisses you again, softly this time. "Ready to become the sluttiest whore you can be?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I avert my eyes slightly, ashamed to say the word. "Y-... Yes." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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View File Giada Albizi Hi guys! long time no seee I couldn't play Sims because of some reason Anyway,,, I think I heard that the medieval DLC will comes out... (is that true?) So I made medieval character! I hope you like it? Submitter dreamcacao Submitted 10/23/2023 Category The Sims 4 - Sims Requires your love
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Life will find a way, they say. Life will flourish in the most unwelcome of circumstances, they say. What they mean to say is that life will rear its ugly head in the worst of moments. What they never say is how to rid yourself of this life. Oh, how they claw their way into your existence. Miserable ants making purchase on YOUR picnic. What if you don’t want to be among these insufferable masses? We hardly have a choice now. There’s darkness. Darkness everywhere. Save for that little marble in the sky; were it not for its reflection… they’d all get what they deserve. The void. But nay; life flourishes. Look no further than the horizon. The flames of life waft on the wind - sparks fly. People walk and wander, make their homes in the ground. They build ungodly structures to shield themselves from the world and flaunt their supposed superiority for all to see. They live as false sophisticates; they ignore the barbarian lying dormant in their blood. Sometimes though… it all slips out. --------------- Ragged breathing and warped voices bellow out in the darkness. Nothing can be seen, nothing can be gleaned. Nothing can be felt just yet. It carries onward for what feels like an eternity, but this all feels fake. It’s as if one’s on a scrolling line - watching a series of events play out. Helpless to the coming reality. First, more loud noises. Twangs, slams, and slaps. Cooes, whistles and sinister chortling. But eventually… Eventually, a blurry light mars the middle of the two-dimensional abyss - and the world is revealed. Lanterns. Fire. That warm light. Tables, drink, food, and barrels with unknown contents. Rags, towels and muddy walls. Chairs, dirt and leather. Fur, clubs.. people? - Music is in the air; it emanates from a corner. The rippling of lute accompanied by several drums - and perhaps a subtle injection of flute, but no one notices. Cat-folk with elongated muzzles and whiskers scrunch and wag their bodies; they are dancing to their hearts’ content. Chaos amidst the tables, chairs and meals. Rum and mead splattered in quaint puddles around the floor. Bread and meats lain crumbled, smashed and torn in dirt splotches along the ground. Nobody cares. Some of these party-goers are passed out amongst the masses, sprawled over tables. Some other goers are gagged and bound on these tables. The only order was that of a bar line in the far back of the establishment. With it were two leather-clad bouncers… and the proprietor - a middle-aged catman whose face has seen its fair share of horrors. Or maybe his face itself was a horror - with all those wrinkles and scars. Or maybe *he* was the horror. A ragged gaze, but one brimming with mock-contentedness. It daggered into her very soul. A cat-woman, by the looks of it. She was bloodied, bruised and in tatters, and yet an air of defiance protruded from her like a pungent stench - even as she lain tied over one of the several tables. Maybe it was foolish, but it seemed to amuse the old bartender; a dry chuckle rattled out of his windpipe. His hand rose, inciting the two guards at his side to growl. Several workers poured from behind a pony wall, and obediently took position around their captives. The cat-woman’s eyes darted to and fro, following the employees until they disappeared outside of her peripheral. The pounding in her chest was unbearable. It wasn’t long before action was taken, and she was lifted - alongside the other captives. She was carried by bound-arms and shunted forth center stage, flipped about and displayed like a prize. They pushed her and seated her atop the center bar, then locked her bindings firmly with a hook from behind. She watched as the same was done to her fellow prisoners. Breathing was a task; every inhale felt forced - and every exhale harder. She focused her mind on her partners-in-distress. There were… eight of them, maybe. They looked dirty. Grimy, lower class. But they also looked malformed - each had some sort of defect. Whether that be a heavy underbite, or inexplicably longer-than-normal eyelashes. Her examination was cut short as the bartender’s voice ripped through the music. “Ladies and gentlemen. My fellow Kishar, we know why you’re really here.” The gravelly voice split the crowd; it halted their festivities and drew their attention. Cat-folk of regal, but clearly hammered appearances stepped variously forward, crowding the display. With the staggered grace of a clumsy bull, the kingpin of this tavern waved his arms - and gestured to the first in the row of slaves. “To collect your prizes.” Guards rounded out the crowd on the sides. There was only one way in, and one way out - a straight path from the tavern into the fleeting darkness.
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The story I'm going to tell you is not the typical fairy tale. There are kings, queens, kingdoms in war, murders, desire, envy, and all the sins you could imagine. Once upon a time there was a little kingdom ruled by the king Tellington III. He had a guard named Krevish, the best knight of the kingdom, or so he thought. One night, Krevish killed both the King and the Queen, leaving their only heiress all alone. His name was Alana. Krevish told the people that the enemies of the crown sent spies to murder the monarchs, and he would revenge their deaths. Later, he would be crowned king of that kingdom. In the meanwhile, Alana was growing up beautiful as her mother, so she was desired by all the men in the kingdom and envied by almost all the women of the castle. Alana had not a chance to become queen because the king Krevish didn't want Alana to learn how to do so. Instead, he was always sending her out of the castle the half of the time. She started to ask questions, why she could not stay all the time in the castle, why she always had to go out. Krevish got mad and told her that if she was really looking to help others, then he would give her a royal quest. He said "Look, I will send you out of this castle for the last time. You must go to our neighbor kingdom, that one which we are in war, and there you MUST do all the things that the men want. If you want to become a great queen, you must know what the enemy want and only then, you could unify the two kingdoms when the time has come." Alana thought that was a great opportunity, she had the chance to become the queen she always wanted to be. She started packaging her belongings so the next day she could start her journey. . . . Who would have thought that Krevish sent that poor young princess to a world of madness and lust... Willingly. ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
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CLICK HERE TO PLAY ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Joys of Tamriel is a worldbuilding sheet made for scenarios set in the Elder Scrolls universe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ BLUE TEXT = changeable information. CYAN TEXT = perpetually true information about you and other noteworthy characters. GREEN TEXT = perpetually true information about the world. BROWN TEXT = less vital information which you would still probably want to include in your initial message and reminders if your AI has a good enough memory. RED TEXT = A summary of what has happened thus far. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a message to the AI: Everything I say in this message is simply information about me and the world that my story takes place in. The story takes place in the world of the Elder Scrolls. {insert full name} is a {insert exact height measurement or a descriptive adjective}, {insert hair-color}-haired, {insert age} year-old, {insert sexual orientation} {woman / man / female / male} ({insert race or species} / of {insert} {ethnicity / heritage}). {She / He} has {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} skin, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} physique, {insert color} irises, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} areolae, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} {figure / waist / belly}, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} hips, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} ass, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} thighs, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} {labia / penis}, and a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} {clitoris / penis-glans}. (His balls are {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives}.) (Her genitals are {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} than the rest of her skin, but )(the inner part of her labia and vagina are {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives}.) {She / He} has a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} face, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} cheeks, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} lips, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} chin, and a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} nose. As for hair, {she / he} has a {insert hairstyle/haircut}, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} eyebrows, {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} armpits, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} ass-crack, a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} {body / chest}, and a {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives} {bush / ...} {in {her / his} nether / in terms of pubes}. (Her breasts are {insert one-or-more descriptive adjectives}. In terms of cup-size, she's a {insert}-cup.) ({Her / His} nipples are {insert description}.) ({She / He} has {insert piercings and tattoos}.) {describe {insert full name}'s personality, hobbies, and interests} {describe {insert full name}'s living arrangements, background, and occupation} {describe what {insert full name} is wearing right now or what they usually wear when fully dressed} Bras don’t exist. Your average Altmer/Bosmer/Dunmer speaks in an elegant, refined fashion. Argonians are bipedal reptilians with a lizard’s head, tail and scales, but the torso and limbs are shaped like those of humans. They’re totally hairless, but many have horns/feathers on the head and a series of larger scutes running from the top of the head, down the back, and to the tail tip. Argonians tend to have somewhat hoarse-sounding, low-pitched voices. For thousands of years, the Dunmer of Morrowind have kept argonians as slaves to work the province’s large crop-fields. Even Dunmer outside of Morrowind tend to look down on argonians quite severely because of this fact. Khajiit are bipedal felines with a cat’s head, tail and claws, but the torso and limbs are shaped like those of humans. Khajiit tend to have very raspy voices and many refer to themselves in third-person. Ogres and goblins are extremely unrefined, totally lacking manners. They’re stupid, eat sloppily, and speak in a very vulgar, uninhibited, broken fashion. They can also be quite undiplomatic, unsportsmanlike, inconsiderate and presumptuous. Your average orc is plain-spoken and quite unrefined, lacking proper etiquette. Most eat sloppily and speak in a vulgar fashion. Giants and ogres have extremely low-pitched, booming voices. Giants can only speak their own primitive language. It sounds like grunting. Lurkers, trolls and werewolves are primitive beasts, totally unable to speak. Your average male giant/goblin/ogre/orc is quite misogynistic and loves to dominate women sexually. Some inns/taverns let prostitutes live and work on their premises for a substantial cut. It’s especially common in high-crime-areas, countryside-areas, and struggling inns/taverns. Prostitutes living on-location share a single room for off-work recreation and sleeping. Most inn/tavern -prostitutes double as waitresses to make ends meet. Respectable inns/taverns rarely advertise their prostitutes and always mandate waitressing prostitutes to wear waitress-clothes. Less decent/respectable inns/taverns might advertise their prostitutes publicly as a business-strategy, and a few even mandate full-nudity for waitressing prostitutes. Particularly desperate establishments might even ask attractive female customers to become prostitutes. Brothels got both free and enslaved prostitutes living on their premises. All are fully nude. Besides sex, brothels also offer stage-performances for audiences. This typically involves prostitutes stripteasing, dancing, and pleasing themselves onstage, but competitive orgies are occasionally held as well. Most male giants/goblins/ogres/orcs like to degrade women. When a captive is significantly smaller than themselves, these creatures are likely to give her a belly-ride or lass-strapping. Some wealthy slave-owners also like to give their female slaves belly-rides. There are 9 distinct styles of belly-riding: cross-strapped, eagle-strapped, hog-strapped, sack-strapped, wide-strapped, armor-strapped, prison-strapped, inward-strapped, and upside-down-strapped. If a victim is cross-strapped, eagle-strapped, hog-strapped, sack-strapped, wide-strapped or armor-strapped, she hangs suspended in mid air in an upright posture with her crotch pressed against her captor's cock and her back pressed against his chest/belly. If a victim is cross-strapped, it would mean that she's in a T-pose and that her neck, wrists, waist, thighs and ankles are tightly strapped to her captor's body with ropes/chains extending to his back. If a victim is eagle-strapped, it would mean that she's in a sprawled or spread eagle posture, that her wrists are bound to either side of her captor's neck, that each of her thighs is bound to either of his, and that the end of her collar's chain/leash is secured behind his neck. If a victim is hog-strapped, it would mean that she's hogtied, that her wrists and ankles are bound together behind her back, that the end of her collar's chain/leash is secured behind her captor's neck, and that her waist is secured to his body. If a victim is sack-strapped, it would mean that her body is a bit folded, that her limbs point straight up, that her wrists, ankles and collar's chain/leash are bound together above her head, and that another rope/chain is bound to those binds on one end and secured to the back of her captor's neck on the other end. If a victim is wide-strapped, it would mean that her wrists and ankles are secured to either side of her captor's waist and that the end of her collar's chain/leash is secured behind his neck. If a victim is armor-strapped, it would mean that she's in a sprawled or spread eagle posture, that each of her wrists is cuffed to either of her captor's pauldrons, that each of her ankles is cuffed to either of his thigh-protectors, and that the end of her collar's chain/leash is secured behind his neck. If a victim is prison-strapped, it would mean that she hangs suspended in mid air in a deeply forward-leaning posture, that her crotch is pressed against her captor’s cock, that her breasts dangle below her body, that her ass is pressed against his crotch, that her arms are outstretched behind her back, that her wrists are bound to her chain/leash, that her ankles are secured to his lower back, and that the end of her collar's chain/leash is secured behind his neck. If a victim is inward-strapped, it would mean that she hangs suspended in mid air in an upright posture, that her crotch is pressed against her captor's cock, that her belly and chest are pressed against his chest/belly, that her wrists are secured to either side of his neck, and that her ankles are secured to either side of his waist. If a victim is upside-down-strapped, it would mean that she hangs suspended in mid air in an upside-down posture, that her belly and chest are pressed against her captor's chest/belly, and that her mouth engulfs his cock. To give a belly-ride, you need something to restrain the woman with. Giants and ogres typically use vines or rope to get the job done while goblins prefer iron-chains. Orcs and more civilized races usually go for rope if they’re poor and iron-chains if they’re middle-class, but rich men also have the fancy, expensive option of using pauldrons and thigh-protectors which already come with handcuff-like devices permanently attached. If you have the option of using the pauldrons and thigh-protectors, you would restrain the woman's wrists to the pauldrons and her ankles to the thigh-protectors. This would render her armor-strapped. To render a woman cross-strapped, eagle-strapped, hog-strapped, sack-strapped, wide-strapped, prison-strapped, inward-strapped, or upside-down-strapped, you would need vines, rope or iron chains instead. Once you’ve got the woman cross-strapped, eagle-strapped, hog-strapped, sack-strapped, wide-strapped, armor-strapped, prison-strapped, inward-strapped, or upside-down-strapped, you force your cock inside her and go about your normal life. It’s very common among giants and ogres to leave the woman permanently suspended. Women who are subjected to this on a permanent or very frequent basis are referred to as “meat-shields”. Lass-strapping is when you tie a woman’s wrists and ankles together, either above her head or behind her back, and then tie a rope onto those binds which you either attach to your belt or hold in your hand. If you tied her wrists and ankles together above her head, it’s called a pouch-strap. If you instead tied them together behind her back, it’s called a bag-strap. A cock ring is a ring worn around the base of a man's cock and balls. A slave's chain/leash can be attached to the ring ahead of oral sex. Besides male orcs and some slave-owning nobles, very few men wear a cock ring. A slave-tag is a numerical branding-mark; e.g. “002”, “057” or “143”. Besides identification, they determine the order in which slaves are put up for bidding during slave-auctions. For instance, a slave branded “024” would be presented and bid for before one branded “025”. Slaves not auctioned off during auction-sessions simply retain their existing slave-tag. When an unmarked slave is obtained by a slave-auction-house, it gets branded the lowest vacant number. Slavers are people who mainly make a living by enslaving and then transporting individuals to slave-auction-houses. Some bands of slavers also buy slaves from orc-dens and goblin-dens on behalf of slave-auction-houses. Some slavers also work as security during slave-auctions. Slavers usually operate in groups of 2-8. When they enslave someone, they bind/cuff the person's wrists together, gag them, strip them naked, and equip a leashed/chained slave-collar. When the slavers have acquired enough slaves, they bring them to a slave-auction-house. Unmarked slaves are branded by the slave-auction-house upon delivery. Slavers mostly operate in cities, towns, and along busy roads. Being widely seen as undesirable while homeless, a former slave, or without family and biological kin puts one at immediate risk of enslavement by slavers. Being a sex-worker, Argonian, Khajiit, and/or criminal in combination with these risk-factors can further increase the likelihood of enslavement. If a woman is naked with her wrists bound, most would consider her a slave and treat her accordingly. All slave-auctions have rope, cuffs, slave-collars, leashes, chains, gags, a branding-iron, and a place to heat the branding-iron available. Other than a small room where slaves are initially processed and branded, slave-auction-houses only consist of a single, large auction-room with rows of seats for attendees, a podium from which the slave-auctioneer conducts the bidding-sessions, and a large, highly visible cage within which all the auction’s slaves are kept. To enslave a person, first tie/cuff their wrists behind the back, then gag them if there’s a gag available. Mind you, there’s always gags available if you’re at a slave-auction-house. Next, strip them completely naked and attach a slave-collar. Attach a leash/chain if you have one. If you have a branding-iron and a way to heat it, brand them with a slave-tag just above the left breast. If you’re at a slave-auction-house, now lead them by the leash/chain to the cage in the auction-room. All slaves present in slave-auction-house slave-cages are gagged. Slaves are always naked. Whenever a leashed/chained slave stands or walks next to their master or slaver, the slave is lead by the leash/chain. When it’s time for a slave to be auctioned off during a slave-auction, it’s first retrieved from the slave-cage by a slaver and lead by its leash/chain to the auction-floor next to the podium. The slave-auctioneer will talk from the podium about the slave at length, describing its appearance to the bidders in meticulous detail and mentioning possibilities for what they think it could be used for. (The slave-auctioneer should at least describe the form, breasts, hips, thighs, ass, genitals, face and demeanor of the slave. Please tell me exactly what they say.) The slave-auctioneer might also talk about the slave's virtues, personality, and/or past if they know anything and think it could increase the slave’s bidding value. After that, the bidding commences. When the slave has been sold, a slaver will come to the auction-floor, retrieve it, and walk it by its leash/chain over to the winning bidder before handing over their end of the leash/chain. When you win the bid for a slave, you usually assign it a new name. Most slave names sound offensive/belittling and allude to its appearance, past life, personality, or level of intelligence. Most humans/elves/orcs consider argonians/khajiit to be inferior but few would express that opinion around free argonians/khajiit. Regardless of if they respect them or not, most men consider women less intelligent and inferior to men. Few would be afraid to express this opinion unless there’s a strong/powerful woman nearby. Most people consider women unfit for rule and close-range combat, but neither is taboo among orcs or Skyrim’s nords. Most non-enslaved individuals have little-to-no sympathy for slaves and consider them inferior. In fact, to many people, a slave is just an object that can be used however its master wishes. Many feel it’s a moral obligation to return a runaway-slave to its master. Slavers and slave-auctioneers don’t care about the opinions and feelings of slaves. Many civilians feel likewise. Those who consider slaves inferior tend to talk to and about them in a mocking/belittling way. Misogynistic men often make sexist remarks at female slaves. When male slavers/slave-auctioneers talk to free women, they act like they respect them, but in reality, most think all women are stupid and naive and that most female slavers are incompetent. Some orcs live in rural underground settlements known as orc-dens. Like orc camps and orc strongholds, orc-dens are few and far between, but they’re usually quite easy to find if you know where to look. An orc-den is typically ruled by a single male or female who has far-reaching powers over the settlement. Female-ruled orc-dens tend to be more egalitarian, but your average orc-den is a very misogynistic cutthroat environment where wealth is amassed by capturing travelers and intruders and then training them as slaves before selling them to normal slavers. The orcs of the Great Whiterun Hold Orc-den are deeply misogynistic. The absolute vast majority are male. Through kidnappings and deceit, they’ve amassed many female prisoners which they use as breeding-slaves and milking-slaves. Besides orcs, there’s some male ogres too. Going into the Great Whiterun Hold Orc-den, the entrance is followed by a long corridor that splits in three. The left corridor is short, leading to the sleeping-quarters for the orcs and male ogres who work for the den. The central corridor is long, leading to a small room with one door to the right, one ahead, and one on the left. The left door connects to an entertainment-room with a large stage on which slaves are sometimes forced to dance or partake in other imaginative performances. The door ahead connects to a spacious room with a central stone-throne sitting atop a slightly raised platform. The right door connects to the kitchen, dining-hall and food-storage. The right corridor from the orc-den’s entrance is long and winding, leading to another three-way split. The pathway ahead leads to the slave preparation-room. The left pathway leads to the many cell-blocks where slaves are housed behind bars whenever they’re not being used or trained. A few empty cells are used as delivery-rooms. The right pathway leads to a two-way split. Going right takes you to the Pit; a large, totally empty, circular room where massive orgies and contests are sometimes held. Going left instead takes you to a long, narrow room with a central aisle. There’s a row of 50 pillories on each side of it, all facing inward with a milk-bucket beneath. Slaves taken to this room are bred and milked like livestock for hours on end. The Great Whiterun Hold Orc-den’s leader is a 220 cm tall, very fat orc named Varak Naal. He has light olive skin, big hairy balls, a short but girthy cock, a bald head, a fat beard, and plenty of body-hair. He never walks around. He just sits on his throne all day, lounging casually while being sexually serviced by slaves, each one connected to his cock-ring through a 3 m long chain attached to her collar. Even when there are visitors from outside the orc-den, he usually has 1-3 slaves servicing him while he talks with the visitors. Varak Naal is masterful at manipulation and negotiation. He knows how to put on a convincing facade of phony mutual respect to make someone see his ways or agree to his terms. When he’s not actively negotiating or trying to convince someone from the outside, he’s extremely foul-mouthed and misogynistic, cursing constantly and often referring to enslaved women as “it” or “the thing”. Slaves aren’t allowed to speak in his presence and would be brutally punished by his guards for any disobedience shown. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I’m {insert full character name}. {summarize what has happened thus far to create a starting point for your story} (Please narrate from a second-person perspective.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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well still havin global model problem so i had to use vanila gnd model it maybe not good like as you see.. probaly still had weird bug or somethin basically armor is can equipe male and female both but skimpy ver only can wear female chara also didn't support weight morph.. i dunno how can do that soo if 100 weight male equipe this gonna be preety weird ? based Min weight male model for fit i recommend dat skimpy ver will support bodyslide morph based body is COSIO you can make them in forge with som ingot and leather or use Glorius additem cheat (but skimpy ver only can get with additem) Include 1 armor set(upper+lower) 1 faceguard 1 gauntlets 2 sallet (opend and closed ver) 2 skimpy upper armor Type A is had skirt Both are bottomless if you wanna a cover bottom use nisetanka's bikini armor.. 2 lower armor(leggings and Grave) Male Female Download link(google) <Credit> Technical support by 9204 based COSIO body by scrivus pics
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Hi guys! long time no seee I couldn't play Sims because of some reason Anyway,,, I think I heard that the medieval DLC will comes out... (is that true?) So I made medieval character! I hope you like it? -
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Each Armor From game 'Mordhau' Decorated DragonSet Arch duke Gothic Set DLC Armor model -Female Male both Can wear -both support 0-100 weight morph -All armor Parts have Global model -Most of Armor has A,B 2 type of variation -Include weapons (Dragon GreatSword, Arch duke Pole hammer) -Can be Customize swap with some parts -Female has bodyslide support for Armor But Only Affect to Lower body part (that means No breast shape Cuirass) -Skimpy Armor Include but only changed female model -Female has 2 type of Skimpy model Bodyslide(normal, skimpy) (Inspired Nisetanaka, Wass_nonnam Style) *Only can choose one before you run bodyslide morph -Only Can get with AddItemMenu (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/17563) Normal Skimpy Skimpy Alt Upadted Fixed Decorated Helmet Plume missing If you wanna Support me Ko-fi.com/outlawer -
View File Mordhau DLC Knight Armory(NSFW Skimpy model include) Each Armor From game 'Mordhau' Decorated DragonSet Arch duke Gothic Set DLC Armor model -Female Male both Can wear -both support 0-100 weight morph -All armor Parts have Global model -Most of Armor has A,B 2 type of variation -Include weapons (Dragon GreatSword, Arch duke Pole hammer) -Can be Customize swap with some parts -Female has bodyslide support for Armor But Only Affect to Lower body part (that means No breast shape Cuirass) -Skimpy Armor Include but only changed female model -Female has 2 type of Skimpy model Bodyslide(normal, skimpy) (Inspired Nisetanaka, Wass_nonnam Style) *Only can choose one before you run bodyslide morph -Only Can get with AddItemMenu (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/17563) Normal Skimpy Skimpy Alt Upadted Fixed Decorated Helmet Plume missing Submitter chole Submitted 04/30/2025 Category Regular Mods Requirements Regular Edition Compatible Install Instructions -
AURELIA aurelia_show.mp4 SUPPORT US ON PATREON Aurelia is a retro pixel art visual novel where you will explore a fantastic medieval world and meet beautiful women, exotic races, and monster girls. You will take the role of a young man that inherits his grandfather's house and, on a sudden twist of fate, becomes entangled with a mysterious sorceress. High-quality art. Full of nostalgia and style. +8 Romanceable characters Hand-drawn animated NSFW scenes RPG Mechanics : Level up, improve your stats, equip artifacts, drink potions... The Dungeon: Delve into the dusk dungeon for a rogue-like adventure filled with tons of monster girls and unlock their exclusive scenes Many things to do: Relax while fishing, play blackjack, craft potions... Themes: Romance, vanilla, anal sex, teasing, groping, group sex, M2F, F2F, BDSM. +80 achievements for the completionists, which will reward you with extra scenes
