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Alchemist's Kinky Expansions View File REMINDER - The core package is required for the rest to work! Make sure to install these before the fetishes! Alchemist_KinkyExpansions.package Alchemist_KinkyExpansions.ts4script Included Features (I update this mod frequently, feel free to request anything) DIRTY TALKING A New "Dirty Talk" Category With Many Interactions Available Unlock more interactions based on sim relationships/situations. A great way to spice up the game's romance system and make it less boring. Interactions that can lead to sex. (Requires Wicked Whims) OPTIONAL FETISHES Enjoy different kinks & expansions that don't require each other to work. Some of them have their own aspirations & goals. Your installed kinks will be available in the reward store or Wicked Attributes menu for free. Completely optional, choose your .package files based on your preferences. (Currently included: Daddy Kink, Foot Fetishes, Mommy Kinks, Breeding Kinks, Qos/BBC Kinks, Ass Worship, Watersports, Farting fetish, Petplay, Camming, BWC Kink, Jobs & Hustles, and more to come) ASPIRATIONS New Aspirations for Slutty sims & playstyles. Explicit descriptions & sexy slutty tasks and more. Fetishes have their own aspirations. Buffs and reactions to keep things spicy. Wants and fears. Speech notifications (with more variety being added in the near future) Immersive, many interactions aren't available between strangers to keep things realistic. EXTRA ELEMENTS Installation Download files, install the core package (KinkyExpansions) first then choose your features based on your preferences and place them into your mods folder, Make sure there are no duplicates and that your .ts4script files are no more than 1 folder deep. (As in the script files shouldn't be inside a folder that's in another folder, etc) Requirements XML Injector & Wicked Whims Check out my new Animation Pack to go along with these! Exclusive & Early Access Versions Will Be Released On My PATREON. Feel free to help shape the future of this mod by suggesting features, participating in polls and so on. Thank you for any support! ❤️ Patreon Additional Features & Early Access: ( !!!OUTDATED!!! There's a lot more content that needs showcasing ) & More interactions, most aren't random and are only available during certain moods / situations to avoid sudden vulgarity. Mommy Kink: Choose the traits on the Wicked Attributes menu The boy/girl versions depend on how you want the sim to be treated and referred to, it doesn't let you pick both on the same sim to avoid issues. Looking at pie menu interactions gets boring after a while so I added a lot of dialog to all the Mommy interactions, it's not autonomous so there's no spam. Each of these interactions have their own spicy dialog that gets picked depending on which version you chose (Mommy's boy/girl): Tease: Praise: Reminders: & MORE Ass Sniffing & Fart Fetish (Early Access) Daddy Kink: BBC Fetish: (NOW PUBLIC, BUT PATREON HAS MORE CONTENT/WAY EARLIER RELEASES) Find the traits in the Wicked Attributes menu, others will have to be earned through Aspirations Lots of dirty talk: And much more. Submitter SimsAlchemist Submitted 11/15/23 Category Other Requirements XML Injector & TURBODRIVER's Wicked Whims
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PROBLEMATIC FAVES PRESENTS: The first published game from Tentacus, the creator of Hardship: -beggar-whore-, and Notice me Senpai: COMING AUGUST 11. WISHLIST NOW ON STEAM: https://store.steampowered.com/app/4712500/Legacy_of_Subjugation/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GET THE DEMO HERE! TRIGGER WARNING: This game is about being subjected to human trafficking and may contain content which would be upsetting to anyone dealing with sexual trauma. DESCRIPTION: Legacy of Subjugation is a dark erotic visual novel with high replayability. As with my Bethesda mods this game has an extremely strong emphasis on roleplaying. It is Influenced and inspired by the dialogue systems in games like Fallout and Dragon Age Origins as much as Japanese and western eroge such as Bible Black, Ravager, Realms of Bondage, Claire's Quest, and Seeds of Chaos. STORY: You step into the role of Sofie, a university student who suddenly returns home for a 21st birthday party which her aunt had unexpectedly sprung on her. She is told that she will finally learn a secret she's been wanting to know for years, but in the end, will learning the truth be worth what it costs her? Sofie will find herself cast into a terrifying life of sex-slavery. What will she do to survive? Is there any hope of escape, or is the best she can hope for simply holding on to her own soul? GAMEPLAY: You can think of Legacy of Subjugation is kind of a reverse sex-slave trainer game. In a typical trainer game the player character is conditioning someone, slowly over time in order to corrupt them into becoming a slave. In LoS, you are doing the opposite, trying to resist the conditioning that Sofie is being subjected to. Of course how much or how little you choose to do so is up to you. Many stats are tracked, both hidden and shown which control the way that Sofie evolves as a character as the game progresses. They also decide which of the 14 possible endings she gets. These are set by frequent dialogue and action choices. If you have played my earlier mods you may have some idea what to expect. HIGHLIGHTS: NO EARLY ACCESS, NO PATREON, NO EPISODES, NO CONTENT PATCH... JUST A FINISHED GAME: It can be frustrating how many adult indie games on Steam seem to be in a permanent state of fund raising and early access. Some of those games are among my favorites even. Let me be clear there is nothing wrong with that, but I wanted to go a different way and was in a position to do so. I've worked tirelessly on Legacy of Subjugation for the last 3 years. it is a complete game and will be in a polished state at launch. 🤞 ROLEPLAYING FIRST: As with my mods I'd prefer if people look at LoS as an experience to be had not a game to try to win. Along the way Sofie will meet an exciting, eclectic, and diverse cast of characters. Even the worst villains have an inner life and their own motivations. It's up to you to decide who Sofie is and who (or what) she will become. DYNAMIC PRESENTATION: Legacy of Subjugation features a lot of interesting and cinematic lighting and camera angles. including some POV scenes. It has a lot more camera movement and changing of perspective than is typical in a visual novel. Limited animation and sound effects bring the sex scenes to life. The game features a varied and lavish musical soundtrack featuring classical works of chopin, and a wide variety of awesome tracks by Holizna. A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF SEX... BUT NOT A NUKIGE: Legacy of Subjugation may well set a record for the most nudity in any Steam game. It has a truly stupid amount of sex and BDSM scenes... even so the primary purpose of this game is not gooning. While scenes can be quite erotic (and at times quite disturbing) The raison d'être for this game is the exploration of survival in an unfair world of dehumanizing depravity... a world where the ultra wealthy prey on the rest of us... a world of hardship. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I announced my game here at LL first because this community is what got me started in gamedev. The page is live now if you are at all interested... or even if you just want to help me out for my past mod work, then please tell your friends and wishlist Legacy of Subjugation now on Steam NOTHING helps raise the visibility of indie games more than wishlists... and I only have two months to build them before release. The Steam page also has some animated gifs, more screenshots, and the trailer. Thanks to @JB. and @requiredname65 for playtesting during the VERY early development Their recommendations were very helpful and the game would suck a lot more without them.
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Overview: Emily has left her quiet life behind. A new apartment, a new university, new friends, and a city full of temptation are waiting for her. She wants to study, settle in, and keep control of her life, but the city keeps pushing her out of her comfort zone. In Emily: Between Shame and Desire, you guide Emily through the first steps of her new life. Your choices influence her confidence, her boundaries, her relationships, and the way she responds to the world around her. Will she stay careful and reserved? Become bolder and more dominant? Let others guide her? Or lean into temptation faster than anyone expected? There are no wrong choices, only different versions of Emily. Release Date: 2026-05-22 Developer: Manticore Studio Patreon - itch.io - linktr.ee Censored: No Version: 0.01 OS: Windows, Linux, Android Language: English Store: itch.io Genre: 2DCG, Female Protagonist, Corruption, Voyeurism, Sexual Harassment, Romance, School Setting Installation: Windows/Linux: Extract the .zip file and run the executable. Android: Download and install the .apk file on your device. Developer Notes: This is the first public build of Emily: Between Shame and Desire and our first game as Manticore Studio. The current version is mainly an introduction to Emily, her new city life, her friend - Sara, university, and the first choices that begin shaping her personality. At this stage, the game is mostly linear, with several choices that represent different directions for Emily's future development. The current build includes the opening chapter, character introductions, early personality choices, beach/university/cheerleading scenes, gallery/replay features, and the first setup for future story paths. Future updates are planned to expand the game with more freedom, additional locations, relationship routes, repeatable events, and more choice-based adult content. These systems are not fully implemented in the current build yet. We are a small team working on the game after hours, so feedback, bug reports, and suggestions are very welcome. FAQ & Future Features: Here is a breakdown of what we want to achieve with Emily: Between Shame and Desire, our design philosophy, and what you can expect from future updates: 1. Adult Content & Fetishes: The game is designed as a slow-burn corruption story. You can expect a heavy focus on psychological changes, exhibitionism/voyeuristic situations (especially with locations like the beach, gym, cafe, and university), and mature slice-of-life erotica. In fact, as Emily explores her boundaries, it is highly likely that we will be featuring things like lewd outfits/cosplay and toy play as part of her journey. The pace of this corruption depends entirely on your choices. Please keep in mind that these are just our preliminary, general concepts for now. We love listening to our community, so if players express a strong interest in seeing specific themes or content down the road, we are absolutely open to expanding our plans and adding them. 2. Lesbian Routes & Romance: Since you are playing as Emily, her relationships with female characters (like her best friend Sara) will feature girl-on-girl/lesbian romance and adult content. We are going to listen closely to our community here-if we see from player comments and feedback that there is a high demand for more lesbian content and specific pairings, we will definitely expand those routes and add more of it based on what you guys want to see. 3. The 4 Playstyles & Workload: To keep the project manageable and ensure steady updates, the 4 personality paths (Pure, Dominant, Submissive, Corrupt) act as an overlapping trait system. They will primarily alter dialogue, flavor text, and character reactions, or trigger specific variations of a scene, rather than splitting the game into 4 completely different parallel universes. This keeps the narrative tight while giving you real agency over who Emily becomes. However, on a larger scale, these choices will carry massive weight. We are planning to develop completely unique endings (and potentially an entirely different final chapter) tailored to each specific version of Emily, so her ultimate fate will depend entirely on the cumulative path you've built throughout the game. 4. Romance Options (RO): Your choices will shape the dynamic of the relationships rather than strictly locking you out of content. Instead of a character outright refusing to talk to you, the context and nature of the adult scenes, as well as Emily's behavior during them, will change depending on the choices you make. Ultimately, we want to emphasize that we are making this game for YOU, the players, and not just for ourselves. That is exactly why we place such a high value on your feedback. We want to actively listen to your opinions and constantly change, adapt, or add new things to the game based on what you want to experience. DOWNLOAD Win/Linux: MEGA- MEDIAFIRE - PIXELDRAIN - BUZZHEAVIER - DATANODES Android: MEGA - MEDIAFIRE - PIXELDRAIN You can also play this game in browser here: itch.io
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Overview: Work. Suffer. Repeat. Work. Suffer. Hmm... Hello ladies. Repeat. A short experimental novel. Dystopia and melancholy. The life of an ordinary man and his drudgery at the factory. Ambiguous choices and four grey endings. To be honest, I no longer know if I should keep writing or just clock in at my own factory and stop struggling. Thread Updated: 2026-03-12 Release Date: 2026-03-12 Developer: Paper Sun Studio, itch.io Censored: No Version: 1.1 (Completed) OS: Windows, Linux, Mac Language: English, Russian Genre: Installation: Developer Notes: DOWNLOAD Win/Linux: GOOGLE - PIXELDRAIN Mac: GOOGLE - PIXELDRAIN
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Version 3.2
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REMINDER - The core package is required for the rest to work! Make sure to install these before the fetishes! Alchemist_KinkyExpansions.package Alchemist_KinkyExpansions.ts4script Included Features (I update this mod frequently, feel free to request anything) DIRTY TALKING A New "Dirty Talk" Category With Many Interactions Available Unlock more interactions based on sim relationships/situations. A great way to spice up the game's romance system and make it less boring. Interactions that can lead to sex. (Requires Wicked Whims) OPTIONAL FETISHES Enjoy different kinks & expansions that don't require each other to work. Some of them have their own aspirations & goals. Your installed kinks will be available in the reward store or Wicked Attributes menu for free. Completely optional, choose your .package files based on your preferences. (Currently included: Daddy Kink, Foot Fetishes, Mommy Kinks, Breeding Kinks, Qos/BBC Kinks, Ass Worship, Watersports, Farting fetish, Petplay, Camming, BWC Kink, Jobs & Hustles, and more to come) ASPIRATIONS New Aspirations for Slutty sims & playstyles. Explicit descriptions & sexy slutty tasks and more. Fetishes have their own aspirations. Buffs and reactions to keep things spicy. Wants and fears. Speech notifications (with more variety being added in the near future) Immersive, many interactions aren't available between strangers to keep things realistic. EXTRA ELEMENTS Installation Download files, install the core package (KinkyExpansions) first then choose your features based on your preferences and place them into your mods folder, Make sure there are no duplicates and that your .ts4script files are no more than 1 folder deep. (As in the script files shouldn't be inside a folder that's in another folder, etc) Requirements XML Injector & Wicked Whims Check out my new Animation Pack to go along with these! Exclusive & Early Access Versions Will Be Released On My PATREON. Feel free to help shape the future of this mod by suggesting features, participating in polls and so on. Thank you for any support! ❤️ Patreon Additional Features & Early Access: ( !!!OUTDATED!!! There's a lot more content that needs showcasing ) & More interactions, most aren't random and are only available during certain moods / situations to avoid sudden vulgarity. Mommy Kink: Choose the traits on the Wicked Attributes menu The boy/girl versions depend on how you want the sim to be treated and referred to, it doesn't let you pick both on the same sim to avoid issues. Looking at pie menu interactions gets boring after a while so I added a lot of dialog to all the Mommy interactions, it's not autonomous so there's no spam. Each of these interactions have their own spicy dialog that gets picked depending on which version you chose (Mommy's boy/girl): Tease: Praise: Reminders: & MORE Ass Sniffing & Fart Fetish (Early Access) Daddy Kink: BBC Fetish: (NOW PUBLIC, BUT PATREON HAS MORE CONTENT/WAY EARLIER RELEASES) Find the traits in the Wicked Attributes menu, others will have to be earned through Aspirations Lots of dirty talk: And much more. -
Hi everyone! I’ve been playing The Sims 4 for years, and a few years ago I started creating story‑driven content inspired by the characters and worlds I build in the game. For a long time I shared my work on Instagram, but constant policy issues - especially chapters being blocked due to music rights - made it impossible to keep my projects going. So I decided to take full control of my creativity and build my own space, where I can publish freely and without restrictions. 👉 www.sims2beerotic.com If you’re someone who values creative freedom and enjoys storytelling, feel free to reach out. I’d love to connect with others who feel the same way, and I’m more than happy to share and promote your stories too. There’s plenty of room for all of us to grow together. Hope to see you there. 💛 -
hi all, so I decided in order to not burn myself out with Dusk till Dawn, I'm starting a side project comic series. Meet the Lovers is a poly love story between a runaway fairy, a banished witch, and a sea prince in hiding. I hope you all enjoy my work, and be kind to each other love is a strange thing ❤️
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hey all just wanted to share the plot for Dusk till Dawn. hope you enjoy. I'll do an entry for each main character as well. stay watching ^^ Plot. Main Family. The Dusk Family is a family of pure breed werewolves, with centuries of werewolf blood running through them. The wife is Larisa a snow-white werewolf with icy blue eyes, her husband is Corbin, a jet-black werewolf, they decided it was time to pass down the blood line and had a child. Baby Luna, she came into this world with black hair and a smile that could thaw ice. The pack saw hope with a new baby werewolf. Until one stormy night, Larisa dozing off on the couch, Corbin off working overtime to keep his family comfortable. A flash of lightning hit followed by screams coming from Luna's nursery. Larisa rushed in to find a hooded woman holding Luna "this is what you get for taking my love from me!" The hooded woman's eyes lock onto Luna, as Larisa transforms into a werewolf to protect her baby. Only to be blinded by a flash of light, Larisa could hear Luna crying and the hooded woman laughing as she said, "you made your bed, now you must lay in it" and as the flash cleared all that was left was fog and Luna laying in her crib fast asleep. At first Larisa thought she was dreaming, then she remembered something she had buried in her memory for years. An old prophecy was due to come true.
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View File Enhanced Romance 0.1 This is the first release of the mod. Please report any bugs or issues you find and help us improve it! Discord:stormdudex https://discord.gg/7uJEdZBk 💞 Enhanced Romance – Marriage & Intimacy Expansion Transform your marriage in Bannerlord with deeper emotional connections, immersive romance, and optional adult themes! This mod adds new layers of intimacy, jealousy, and relationship dynamics to your in-game marriage. 🎯 MAIN FEATURES 💬 Party Romance System 9 unique romantic events during travel with your spouse 54 detailed dialog branches with multiple choices Romantic scenes under the stars, by the river, in the forest, and more Scene images appear automatically for better immersion 🔥 Cuckold / Hotwife Scenarios 12 different storylines (tavern, festival, market, party events, etc.) 3 intensity levels: Romantic → Explicit → Extreme Persuasion system and relationship-based triggers Optional pregnancy mechanics Track partners: companions, nobles, or even soldiers Gossip System ⚙️ Customization & Settings ✓ Full MCM (Mod Configuration Menu) support ✓ Adjust content intensity ✓ Enable/disable specific storylines ✓ Control story frequency ✓ Available in English and Turkish 📸 Included Content ✓ 23 high-quality illustrated scenes ✓ Works instantly – no setup required ✓ Comes with full documentation ✓ Compatible with Windows image viewer 📦 REQUIREMENTS Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord v1.2.0+ MCM v5 (Download from Nexus Mods) — Required ⚠️ ADULT CONTENT This mod is intended for adults (18+) only. It contains explicit sexual themes, adultery, cuckolding, and optional humiliation content. Everything can be adjusted or disabled through the MCM menu. 💾 INSTALLATION File: EnhancedRomance_v1.0.0.zip (14 MB) Install to: Modules\EnhancedRomance\ Localization: English & Turkish Submitter IceStorm3 Submitted 10/30/2025 Category Misc Adult Mods Requirements harmony butterlib mcm
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Overview: Life With Demon Girls is a 3D erotic free roam anime game where you explore life in a new world inhabited by girls of various races. You can walk around Mirashima island, interact, talk with the girls, and enjoy the story. Thread Updated: 2025-12-09 Release Date: 2025-12-06 Download: Renaysaki Patreon - Twitter - Itch.io Day 2 begins with a bright morning. After the first night of excitement with Ayame, You awake as you find her reading a certain type of ancient book. It's time to discover the truth about the sword on the beach. In this update i added the first version of the sword system. You can attack and block with left and right click. Ayame trains you in minigames, to prepare you against the eventual future of the demon girls, know as succubi. I will continue to refine and improve the scene while preparing the next night. The lore and story is being expanded, and a story will unfold with multiple girls. The settings menu is being improved. Save system is available when you press ESC during gameplay, but still experimental so be careful I have been working hard in the background on the next character Misaki, the character design is currently in progress alongside the 3D model work. Can you guess what kind of girl it will be? I am working hard on making the girls beautiful, please look forward to it and support the development by following me on twitter, itch.io and in the discord! -Renaysaki -
Overview: Life With Demon Girls is a 3D erotic free roam anime game where you explore life in a new world inhabited by girls of various races. You can walk around Mirashima island, interact, talk with the girls, and enjoy the story. Thread Updated: 2025-12-09 Release Date: 2025-12-06 Download: Renaysaki Patreon - Twitter - Itch.io Day 2 begins with a bright morning. After the first night of excitement with Ayame, You awake as you find her reading a certain type of ancient book. It's time to discover the truth about the sword on the beach. In this update i added the first version of the sword system. You can attack and block with left and right click. Ayame trains you in minigames, to prepare you against the eventual future of the demon girls, know as succubi. I will continue to refine and improve the scene while preparing the next night. The lore and story is being expanded, and a story will unfold with multiple girls. The settings menu is being improved. Save system is available when you press ESC during gameplay, but still experimental so be careful I have been working hard in the background on the next character Misaki, the character design is currently in progress alongside the 3D model work. Can you guess what kind of girl it will be? I am working hard on making the girls beautiful, please look forward to it and support the development by following me on twitter, itch.io and in the discord! -Renaysaki
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Passion, love and power are the cornerstones of the protagonists of Unholy Arts, an erotic fantasy dating sim where six women cooperate and compete to become the next Valley's High Priestess, in an adventure full of yuri, romance and powerplay. Rol, simulation and Choose Your Own Adventure elements are blend together to create an innovative system where each character makes their own choices according to their goals and desires, which in turn evolve along with their experiences. How will your actions change your companions and your relationships with them? Will they end up under your clutches? Will you... end up under theirs? --------------------------------------------- Current features: Control your character in dynamic sex scenes. Other characters will act according to their own personality and desires! Simulation of the daily life of the Temple's residents Properly distribute your time to become as much of a great Candidate as possible Socialize with the other Candidates through a system that recreates complex moods and relations Develop deep relationships with other Candidates and get them on the proper mood, then take them to bed any day! Each character has a lot of parameters representing their preferences, desires, goals and views, that are used to help them make their decisions during sex, during social interactions, and during other daily activities Explore the stories behind the Confined Valley and the Passion Temple, its peoples' lives and secrets Battle system: use magic, slashes or sensual strokes to get your enemies to submit Stablish special relationship types with other characters, including alliances, tutorship, domination or love Convince or force other characters to follow your schemes This will go both ways! If you aren't careful enough, you may become someone else's plaything Unlucky characters may find themselves locked in bondage, limiting their range of actions Many other ways for everyone to get corrupted into hedonism and submission Tags and kinks: Lesbian: The six protagonists, including the Player Character, are women Monstergirls: Different kinds of peoples coexist in the Valley, only two of the six tribes are human Futanari (optional): Good Avatars of the Goddess are expected to represent her in her truest form Your ordinary vanilla tags, including: kissing, caressing, vaginal, oral, threesomes and others Soft powerplay, and optionally more hardcore powerplay Player domination/Player submission and Player top/Player bottom Exhibitionism and voyeur Harem and reversed harem: should depend heavily on the settings and the balance of power between the Candidates. The player should have the means to achieve either result, or none Hypnosis Slime More to come: Embark on adventures with your peers to explore the Valley and its secrets Transformations: there's a bit already in the game. I'd like to make more transformation content, but since it would involve the protagonist characters, this requires the game to generate enough income for me to keep working on it and to pay illustrators Male characters participating in sex scenes (Optional) Screenshots Download the latest free version at itch.io Support the game's development on Patreon, and get access to the latest releases -
Warning: The game is for ages +18, and has explicit adult content. PATREON | BOOSTY | DISCORD | TWITTER | STEAM Languages: English, Russian Greetings Wanderer! Welcome to new world of Andir! Wanderer is an hentai adventure PC game with dating sim and RPG elements that will take you to a world of lewd adventures. Become a part of the Academy of Magic and earn reputation with students and teachers. Meet lots of girls, improve your relations and get laid! Look animated scenes. Explore the Academy and it’s surroundings, complete quests, solve puzzles and discover lecherous secrets! Search the dungeons of the Academy to find treasures of the past and mysterious artifacts. But be on your guard - hordes of monsters and deadly bosses guard your precious loot! Level up your character by attending lessons, gaining skills, building your deck of battle cards and crafting magic potions that can help you on your journey. Upgrade your combat, magic or social skills - everything determined by your style of play. Main hero is just an ordinary guy living an ordinary life and wasting it on playing games and watching anime. His life starts to change the moment he finds himself in another world, full of magic and wizardry. Now he, as the chosen one by fate, is in a hurry to conquer the new world and the pussies of all lewd girls in Academy of magic! The Academy was founded at the beginning of the century by great magicians. Here our hero, Dedicated as the pet, begins his great journey. The Academy accepts only children of the magical aristocracy. The Academy of Magic Arts keeps secrets and stories that will make your blood run cold. You are going to an exciting journey in an extraordinary world! Screenshots (SFW) Screenshots (NSFW) DOWNLOAD FREE BUILD NOW (via our Launcher) POST WITH OUR LAST BUILD (v0.6) STEAM PAGE - ADD OUR GAME TO YOUR WISHLIST AND FOLLOW!
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PATREON | DISCORD | TWITTER | SUBSCRIBESTAR WELCOME TO Out of Puberty: Reimagined the highly anticipated remake of the classic game “Out of Puberty: Chapter 1” The game follows the journey of the main protagonist, Pearl, who has returned with better graphics and a completely new engine from Tyranobuilder to Renpy. This faithful remake stays true to the original storyline with slight changes to the plot, while adding new interactive features like, interactive map's and events. Pearl has finishing school and is living with her parents and younger brother. She is dreaming of moving out into her own home, while juggling her part-time job as a waitress in a coffee shop. Pearl's life takes a dramatic turn when her uncle comes to visit for dinner, causing her to feel very weird. What follow's is Pearl's life changes forever and her adventure starts with a new-found thrill, she doesn't want to shake off. With this new-found side of herself, Pearl goes out to seek more. With the help of her friend Mica, she explores new boundaries, she never had thought of before. Will her relationship with her Boyfriend Eric, survive, faced with these new cravings, Pearl has? - Semi open-world game, where you can explore different maps and experience new adventures. - This game features a phone system that lets you interact with the people in the game. - These characters have a random schedules that change depending on the day and night. But the fun doesn't stop there. - Work in the Coffee, for Mr. Luca and play the coffee mini-game. - Not only can you work for Mr. Luca but also, find different Jobs around the Map's, each with their own scenes and story. - The storyline has been expanded to give you even more exciting scenes, and the game is packed full of animations and fully animated sex scenes that will leave you breathless. My name is Fluffy and I am the solo dev behind this game! The game is currently still in development! Chapter 1 will come out in 3 different Act's. This means that there will be LOT's of stuff to come! Many adventures and sexy moments await you! In the meantime, you can take a look at the original game: Out of Puberty: Chapter 1, which I already completed! If you'd like to support the development of the game, please check out my Patreon or Subscribestar pages, where you can contribute to the creation of the game while having an active role, get Exclusive Content, get updates before anyone else, and much more! Thank you! Stay safe, Stay Healthy, with all my love, Fluffy ❤️ -
SexLab Dialogues SE Voice
cobra0798 posted a topic in Downloads - Skyrim: Special Edition Adult Mods
SexLab Dialogues SE Voice View File These are voice files generated for the dialogue in SexLab Dialogues SE by @DeepBlueFrog. You can find the original LE download page here, but the SE conversion is located here. Just install the file via your mod manager. Tools I used: xVASynth - DanRuta Unfuzer - greentea101 Cathedral Assets Optimizer - Gka1 Want to make your own voice files? Check out this guide by @DoubleCheeseburger that I used here Submitter cobra0798 Submitted 08/16/2021 Category Adult Mods Requires SexLab Dialogues Regular Edition Compatible No -
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS BASED ON THIS WORLDBUILDING SHEET. IT IS A LONG STORY THAT WILL BE CONTINUED LATER DOWN THE LINE. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the story begins, me and the rest of the expedition party have already arrived on the beaches of Samora in a rubber dingy. Following our arrival, we all ventured out into the jungle, but I and Sarah have managed to get separated from the rest of the expedition. You find yourself in the dense, humid jungle of Samora, the calls of exotic birds echoing overhead, accompanied by the buzzing of insects circling around you. The air is thick and warm, clinging to your skin, and the vibrant greenery surrounds you on all sides. You and Sarah, having wandered deeper into the wilderness, suddenly realize that the sounds of your expedition party have long since faded away. The strange stillness is interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves as wildlife moves through the underbrush. Sarah turns to you, her face painted with anxiety. "We should go back," she suggests, glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings. As you both pause to assess your situation, you hear a distant commotion through the trees; a rhythmic thumping sound that grows louder, mingling with the primal calls of the jungle. It seems to be coming from deeper within the thicket. USER ACTION: I tell her that we should follow the sound. You suggest to Sarah that you follow the sound, intrigued by its rhythmic nature. "Maybe it's the rest of the team," you say, trying to instill some confidence. She nods, albeit hesitantly. Together, you push through the dense foliage, the underbrush scratching at your arms and legs. The thumping noise grows louder and more distinct with each step, accompanied by the distant sounds of voices that are muffled, yet unmistakably human. As you approach, the landscape begins to clear slightly, revealing a small clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. There, you see a group of tall, dark-skinned individuals adorned with body paint and primitive jewelry engaged in what appears to be a ceremonial gathering around a tall totem pole. The sound you heard is the rhythmic clapping from their gathering, and the excitement bubbling within the group adds an eerie energy to the air. Standing slightly back, you and Sarah observe from the edge of the clearing. The people seem to be in a trance-like state, entranced by the happenings around the totem. The pole, prominently featured in the center, is an imposing structure depicting a man in a highly stylized manner. Sarah whispers, "Do you think they can see us?" USER ACTION: I tell her that I don't think they can. You reassure Sarah, "I don't think they can see us," and suggest that you both stay back for a moment longer, curious about the unfolding scene before you. The people, lost in their ceremonial activities, continue their rhythmic clapping and chanting, their bodies moving in sync as they honor the totem. As you observe, the atmosphere shifts; the energy in the clearing intensifies as one of the men steps forward. He takes center stage in the gathering, his well-decorated wooden sheath proudly displayed. The other tribe members quiet down, their eyes fixed on him in anticipation. You notice the way the man gestures towards the totem pole, and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. It becomes clear that something significant is about to happen. The sound of the jungle seems to hush, creating a bubble of tension around the ceremony. Sarah tugs at your arm, her expression a mix of fear and fascination. "Should we get out of here? They seem... intense." USER ACTION: “No,” I tell her that I want to continue watching. You shake your head and tell Sarah, "I want to continue watching. This is fascinating." You both remain hidden at the edge of the clearing, watching as the ceremony unfolds. As the man continues gesturing towards the totem, the chanting grows more fervent. He suddenly kneels before the totem, an act that commands the attention of everyone present. One of the women from the tribe approaches, her body adorned with intricate patterns of body paint that shimmer in the dappled sunlight. The crowd grows even more animated, their voices rising in a harmonious chant that reverberates through the jungle. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation and reverence as they seem to be invoking blessings from whatever deity the totem represents. You lean in closer, intrigued by the raw energy and ancient traditions playing out before you. The woman kneels beside the man, and their interaction suggests an intimate connection to the rituals being performed. Suddenly, a sharp noise breaks your focus as a crackling sound escapes from the underbrush nearby. Both you and Sarah freeze, instinctively glancing toward the source of the sound. USER ACTION: I try to stay perfectly still. You and Sarah instinctively freeze in place, blending into the shadows of the dense foliage. Your hearts pound in your chests as you maintain eye contact with the unfolding ceremony, all the while remaining acutely aware of the disturbance in the underbrush. The crackling noise intensifies, and the sounds of the ceremony waver as several heads turn in the direction of the sound. Tension fills the air as the people appear momentarily distracted, the rhythmic chanting faltering. Your instincts tell you to remain silent and concealed, but curiosity drives your gaze toward the disturbance. A moment passes, and then a figure emerges from the jungle; a large man, clearly muscular and imposing, his body painted with intricate designs that match those of the gathering. Immediately, the atmosphere shifts back to the ceremony. The newly arrived man gestures firmly, and the ceremony resumes with renewed vigor, seemingly undeterred by your presence. Sarah whispers under her breath, "Are we really safe here? I think we should go back." But just as she starts to express her concern, the large man suddenly locks eyes with your hiding spot! His expression morphs into one of surprise and curiosity as he slowly approaches, assessing the situation. USER ACTION: I step out with my hands up. "H-Hold on! We mean you well!" You take a deep breath and step out from your hiding spot, raising your hands to show you're unarmed. "H-Hold on! We mean you well!" you call out, trying to convey a sense of peace and intention. The large man pauses, his brow furrowing as he processes your words. The ceremony behind him comes to a halt as all eyes turn to you. An electric silence blankets the clearing as various expressions of confusion and curiosity wash over the gathered tribe members. The man's gaze narrows as he steps closer, maintaining a wary yet inquisitive demeanor. He doesn't understand your language, but the stern look in his eyes shows his suspicion. The other Samorans watch intently, their hands resting on their ceremonial weapons as they observe your every move. As you hold your ground, Sarah remains close, glancing nervously between you and the imposing figure before you. The atmosphere is tense, and you can feel the weight of the moment, as you stand before an uncontacted tribe in their sacred space. You can almost hear the beating of your own heart from the tension that surrounds you. USER ACTION: I look at him with worried eyes and instinctively move my hands to opposite arms, hugging myself in a nervous embrace. The large man studies you intently as you instinctively hug yourself, a clear display of your vulnerability. Your worried eyes meet his, and for a moment, time appears to stand still. The tribe members remain silent, their attention fully absorbed by this unexpected encounter. He narrows his eyes further, perhaps sensing your fear, but then his expression shifts slightly. Though he doesn't understand your words, he seems to perceive the intent behind your body language as a mix of anxiety and a desire for peace. The man tilts his head, almost as if contemplating your presence, before taking another cautious step closer. He gestures toward you with a strong yet strangely respectful motion, as if inviting you to come forward without aggression. Around you, the atmosphere remains tense, and the other people appear uncertain, their hands still resting on their weapons but not raising them in hostility. Sarah whispers, "What do we do? Should we try to communicate?" USER ACTION: “Please step out,” I tell her with a hushed voice. You speak to Sarah in a hushed voice, urging her, "Please step out." It's a quiet plea to confront the unknown together, to merge your forces in this tense moment. Sarah hesitates but, sensing your resolve, she slowly steps beside you, her eyes darting between you and the imposing figure before you. Together, you present yourselves as non-threats to the gathered natives. The large man observes you both, a mixture of curiosity and caution still playing across his face. He continues to regard you with a puzzled intensity, his brow slightly lifting as he draws closer, inspecting you and the strange appearance of both your clothing and features. As he inches forward, you feel the weight of the tribe's gaze upon you; it's a blend of wonder and wariness. The crowd whispers softly among themselves, their expressions shifting from suspicion to intrigue as they witness your display of vulnerability. The man gestures to you with a questioning tilt of his head, seeking some form of understanding. You can sense the tension lingering in the air, but there also seems to be a flicker of potential connection. USER ACTION: Not quite sure of what to do, I slowly reach out my hand. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, and slowly extend your hand towards him. Your fingers tremble slightly, but you focus on conveying a sense of peace. It's a gesture of goodwill, a universal sign of openness. The man's eyes widen at your action, and he pauses for a moment, seemingly surprised by your approach. The whispers among the tribesmen subside as they hold their breath, watching intently to see how he will react. As you reach out, the man leans forward, his gaze locked onto your hand. There's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, and he cautiously raises his own hand, mirroring your gesture. Their skin is darker and smoother, revealing the scars and markings of a life lived under the sun. His fingers brush against yours, tentative at first. The contact triggers a ripple of reactions from the surrounding tribe. Some appear to be on edge, while others seem intrigued by this unexpected interaction. The man studies you closely, attempting to decipher your intentions through the warmth of the touch. It's a pivotal moment; transcendence from fear to potential understanding hangs in the balance. USER ACTION: I lock eyes with him and unknowingly rub my knees together in a nervous and somewhat submissive display. As you lock eyes with the Samoran man, your nerves manifest in an involuntary action as you find yourself rubbing your knees together, a subtle yet clear display of your nervousness and submission. It's an instinctive gesture, revealing your vulnerability in this charged encounter. The man notices this movement, his gaze moving down to your knees before returning to your eyes. His expression softens slightly, perhaps interpreting your gesture as a sign of non-aggression. The tension in the air seems to ease a bit as he continues to hold your hand, his grip gentle yet firm. Around you, the tribe members watch with bated breath, their initial wariness giving way to a cautious curiosity. Whispers circulate among them, and some even begin to lower their weapons slightly. The man speaks to you, his voice deep and resonant, though you don't understand a word. He gestures towards the totem pole and then to the surrounding jungle, as if trying to communicate the sacredness of the place and your unexpected presence. Sarah, standing beside you, remains tense but supportive, her eyes darting between the man and the rest of the tribe. She whispers, "Do you think he's trying to tell us something?" USER ACTION: "Y-yes..." I respond and instinctively move my other hand up to his face, giving it a gentle brush. Your response to Sarah is a hesitant "Y-yes..." as you try to interpret the man's gestures. In an instinctive and somewhat bold move, you lift your other hand and gently brush it against his cheek. It's a tender gesture, meant to convey your peaceful intentions and perhaps to bridge the gap of understanding between you. The Samoran man's eyes widen slightly at your touch, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. He doesn't pull away, which you take as a positive sign. The contact seems to resonate with him, and he studies your face intently, perhaps trying to grasp the meaning behind your actions. The others around you react with intrigue. Some murmur among themselves, while others watch with narrowed eyes, still wary of the strangers in their midst. The atmosphere is tense but there's a palpable shift towards curiosity. Sarah still stands beside you, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch your back in a gesture of support. She whispers, "Be careful, Lena." The man, after a moment of reflection, responds with a slow nod. He then gestures towards the totem pole once more, this time more emphatically, as if inviting you to approach it. USER ACTION: "I... I think it's okay, Sarah," I say as I begin to slowly move towards the gathering around the totem. "I... I think it's okay, Sarah," you murmur, your voice tinged with both uncertainty and a spark of hope. Encouraged by the man's response, you begin to slowly move towards the gathering around the totem, your steps cautious yet determined. Sarah follows closely behind, her hand still resting on your back, providing silent support. As you approach the totem, the tribe members part slightly, creating a path for you. Their expressions are a mix of curiosity and wariness, but they don't seem ready to attack. The large Samoran man leads the way, his presence commanding yet not aggressive. He gestures towards the totem pole, which stands tall and imposing in the center of the clearing. The intricate carvings and the stylized depiction of a man with a large, erect penis are striking, and you can't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence. As you reach the totem, the man speaks again, his voice deep and resonant. The other tribe members begin to chant softly, their voices blending into a harmonious melody that fills the air. Sarah leans in, her voice barely audible over the chanting. "What do you think he wants us to do?" USER ACTION: "I... I don't know." "I... I don't know," you admit to Sarah, your voice a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. The chanting of the tribe members grows louder, enveloping you in a cocoon of sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the island. The large man, sensing your hesitation, gently places a hand on your shoulder. His touch is firm yet reassuring, and he gestures once more towards the totem pole. This time, he adds a motion that seems to indicate kneeling. You glance at Sarah, who returns your look with a nod of encouragement. "Let's follow his lead," she whispers. USER ACTION: I approach the totem and kneel down before it. You kneel before the totem, your eyes fixed on its intricate carvings. Sarah follows suit, kneeling beside you. The man watches you with a keen eye. As you kneel, the man steps back, and the other tribe members fix their eyes on you and Sarah, as if witnessing a significant moment. The man then gestures again towards the totem pole, indicating that you should touch it. You extend your hand, hesitantly at first, and place it on the cool, smooth surface of the totem. The sensation is both surreal and profound, as if you're connecting with the ancient spirit of the island. USER ACTION: "This... This is so surreal." "This... This is so surreal," you murmur to Sarah, your voice filled with awe and disbelief. You turn your face back to her, sharing a moment of mutual astonishment before your gaze shifts upwards to the imposing erection depicted on the totem. The carving is both striking and provocative, a bold representation of male virility that seems to command respect and reverence. The tribe members watch you intently, their chanting now a steady, rhythmic backdrop to the unfolding scene. Sarah nods in agreement. The man, observing your reactions, steps forward once more. He points towards the totem and then to the sky, as if inviting you to acknowledge the spiritual significance of the erection. His expression is serious, yet there's a hint of encouragement in his eyes. USER ACTION: I reach out and touch the erection. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. With a sense of purpose, you reach out and touch the erection of the totem, your fingers tracing the smooth, carved surface. The sensation is both strange and powerful, as if you're in contact with a primal force. The man nods approvingly, and the chanting around you grows louder, filling the clearing with a sense of unity and purpose. The other tribe members begin to move closer, their eyes still fixed on you and Sarah. USER ACTION: I look at the large man with a questioning, uncertain gaze. You look up at the large Samoran man with a curious, questioning gaze filled with uncertainty. Your eyes convey a clear message: you want him to guide you further, to tell you what to do next in this unfamiliar ritual. The man meets your gaze, his expression thoughtful. He steps closer, his presence commanding yet not threatening. He gestures towards the totem again, this time with a more specific motion indicating that you should touch the erection again, but this time with both hands. USER ACTION: I hesitate momentarily before placing my hands on the phallus. You hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of the tribe's expectations. The chanting around you continues, a steady, rhythmic pulse that seems to urge you forward. With another deep breath, you reach out and place both hands on the erection of the totem, your fingers spread wide across the surface. The man nods approvingly, and the chanting intensifies. Sarah, kneeling beside you, glances at you with a mix of awe and nervousness. "What do you think is happening?" she whispers. USER ACTION: "I... I think…," I stutter as I look at the erection, "I think they want me to stroke it." "I... I think..." you stutter, your gaze fixed on the wooden phallus, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. "I think they want me to stroke it." The realization dawns on you, and the implications of the gesture send a shiver down your spine. Sarah's eyes widen, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Are you sure?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the chanting. USER ACTION: I slowly nod to her in affirmation. You nod slowly, feeling the eyes of the tribe upon you, their expectations palpable in the air. The large Samoran man, observing your reaction, steps closer and gently places his hand over yours on the totem. He guides your fingers, demonstrating the motion he wants you to perform. The primal rhythm of the chanting seems to resonate with the very essence of the island. The man's touch is firm yet gentle, and he nods encouragingly, as if to say, "Yes, this is what we want." USER ACTION: Giving in, I begin to stroke the phallus. With a deep breath, you begin to stroke the wooden phallus, following the man's guidance. The sensation is both strange and powerful. Sarah watches on with nervous eyes. "Lena… This is... This is intense," she murmurs. USER ACTION: I try to say something in response but the words stick in my throat. "I..." you start to say something, but the words falter as you continue to move your hands along the erection. The sensation is both surreal and compelling, and you find yourself gradually quickening the pace, driven by a mix of the tribe's expectations and the primal energy that seems to emanate from the totem. The large Samoran man watches you with a keen eye, his expression filled with approval and anticipation. The chanting around you continues to grow, a rhythmic pulse that seems to synchronize with your movements. The other tribe members are completely engrossed, their eyes fixed on you, as if witnessing a holy, sacred act. USER ACTION: Uncertain of what else to do, I quicken the pace further. As you quicken the pace, the atmosphere becomes even more tense. The man steps back slightly, allowing you to immerse yourself in the ritual. The totem seems to vibrate with energy, and you can feel the weight of the tribe's gaze upon you. USER ACTION: I glance over at him, giving him another questioning look. You glance over at the man, your eyes filled with a questioning look that seeks guidance. The ritual has taken an unexpected turn, and you feel the need for reassurance and direction. The man meets your gaze with a gesture that emphasizes your stroking. You hesitate for a moment, but ensnared by the chanting around you, you continue in a steady, rhythmic pulse. Taking another deep breath, you increase the intensity of your movements further. The man nods approvingly as Sarah glances at you with worry. "Lena, are you sure about this?" USER ACTION: Overcome by the heat of the moment and feeling an urgency to switch things up, I arch back and hover my mouth above the tip of the phallus. Opening your mouth, you straighten your back and hover your head just above the tip of the phallus. The gesture is bold and unexpected, and you glance over at the large Samoran man with the same questioning look, seeking his guidance and approval. The man's eyes seem to flare slightly at your action, and he pauses for a moment, seemingly surprised by your approach. The chanting around you falters briefly. After a brief pause, the man nods slowly, indicating that you should proceed. As he does, the chanting resumes as if to support and encourage your actions. You lower your head closer to the tip of the phallus, your lips hovering just above its smooth surface. Sarah is left dumstruck. "L-Lena..." USER ACTION: "I... I...," I stutter in a bashful response, but I fail to finish my sentence and instead proceed to wrap my mouth around the glans of the phallus. "I... I...," you manage to stutter in response to Sarah's comment, your voice trembling with a mix of uncertainty and fear. As you proceed to wrap your lips around the tip of the erection, a wave of shame and embarrassment washes over you. The man watches you intently as you do it. As you continue to hold the tip of the erection in your mouth, the man reaches out and gently places his hand on your head, guiding your movements in a slow, deliberate rhythm. USER ACTION: I look around at the tribesmen gathered around me. You let your gaze wander around the crowd that surrounds you, taking in the various expressions of surprise and curiosity. The heat of the moment seems to amplify your actions, and you close your eyes, feeling a mix of vulnerability and determination. USER ACTION: I slowly begin to unbutton my shirt. With a sense of resolve, you slowly begin to unbutton your shirt, your fingers trembling slightly as you reveal more of your body to the watchful eyes of the tribe. The air is thick with anticipation, and the chanting around you grows louder, a rhythmic pulse that seems to underscore your every move. As you continue to unbutton your shirt, the tribal members watch with fascination. The large Samoran man, still guiding your movements with his hand on your head, nods approvingly, his eyes fixed on your person. Your friend watches on in utter astonishment. "Lena... I..." You nod slightly, your eyes still closed, feeling the weight of the moment. USER ACTION: Afraid to disappoint, I begin to run my tongue along the length of the shaft, sporadically kissing it in the process. With a sense of determination, you run your tongue along the length of the shaft, your lips pressing against the smooth, carved surface. Each kiss is deliberate, a gesture of submission and respect. USER ACTION: I look up at the totem. You look up at the totem, your gaze shifting from the imposing erection to the intricate carvings that adorn the rest of the pole. The detailed artwork tells a story of the tribe's history and beliefs, a visual testament to their connection with the island. CERTAIN INFO WAS REITERATED TO REMIND THE AI USER ACTION: I continue to unbutton my shirt, quickly exposing my large chest. As you unbutton your shirt, revealing your large, heavy breasts, the atmosphere in the clearing shifts. The Samorans watch with a mix of curiosity and fascination, their eyes fixed on your exposed chest. The large Samoran man, who has been guiding your actions, nods approvingly once more, his gaze lingering on your ample bosom. USER ACTION: I look over at Sarah. Sarah's eyes meet yours, and she gives you a concerned look, her brow furrowing slightly. "Lena, are you sure about this?" she whispers, her voice tinged with worry. "This feels... wrong." USER ACTION: I try to reassure her. Feeling the weight of her concern and the eyes of the tribe upon you, you respond. "I... I think we need to show them we mean no harm." Your voice is steady but filled with uncertainty. Sarah's eyes search yours, looking for further reassurance. "But... what if they expect more?" USER ACTION: Glancing over at the tribe members, I see one of them walk over to Sarah. As he does, I turn my face in the direction of the large man who brought us before the totem. As you glance over at the tribe members, you notice one of them walk closer to Sarah. He seems to tower over her, his presence commanding and intense. You turn your face back towards the large Samoran man who has been guiding the ritual forward, sensing the authority he holds within the tribe. His expression remains serious, but there’s a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he observes Sarah's reaction to the unfolding situation. The atmosphere is thick with tension as the other tribe members continue to watch intently, awaiting the next move. You can feel your heart racing as you wonder what the large man intends for you to do next. USER ACTION: He gives me an encouraging look, gesturing for me to continue with the ritual. Receiving the encouraging look from the large Samoran man, you feel a mix of determination and apprehension. He gestures for you to continue with the ritual, his eyes conveying a sense of urgency and importance. You turn your attention back to the totem pole. The large phallus stands before you, its smooth surface glistening under the sunlight. You reach out with both hands, resuming your stroking of the wooden erection, your movements deliberate and respectful. The man steps closer again and grabs you firmly by the wrist. Locking eyes with you, he points to the erection and then to your chest, as if indicating that you should incorporate your exposed breasts into the ritual. Sarah, still kneeling beside you, glances up at the tribe member standing beside her with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Lena, what should I do?" she pleads. You glance at her, your eyes conveying a sense of reassurance. "Just stay calm... I... I don't think they'll hurt us as long as we comply." USER ACTION: I hesitate as I once more face the erection, but only for a moment. You hesitate for a moment, but the man's insistence and the chanting of the tribe members urge you on. With a sense of resolve, you place your hands on your breasts, cupping them gently and squeezing your sensitive nipples in a display of vulnerability. USER ACTION: I look over my shoulder up at the large man, seeking his understanding. As you look over your shoulder at the large man, your eyes convey a mix of uncertainty and a plea for understanding. You hope that your actions will be interpreted as a sign of goodwill and submission to their customs. The man meets your gaze, his expression thoughtful as he considers your actions. He nods slowly, an act that seems to convey his approval and acceptance. USER ACTION: The man gives me a new sign. The man points to the totem again, this time with a more specific motion indicating that you should touch the phallus with your breasts. Sarah, watching him do this, leans in closer to you and whispers, "W-What do you think he wants now?" USER ACTION: "I... I think he wants me to use my breasts..." "He... He wants me to use my breasts..." you reply, your voice slightly trembling. "He wants me to press my breasts against the statue." Sarah's eyes widen as you lean forward and proceed to squeeze the wooden penis in between your large, womanly breasts; the sensation is both strange and powerful, as if you're connecting with your ancient ancestors. Positioning yourself closer, you begin to move your chest up and down its long shaft, your movements quick but respectful. USER ACTION: The man behind Sarah slowly descends to a squat, putting his hands on her shoulders and guiding her hands towards the erection of the totem. As the man behind Sarah guides her hands towards the erection of the totem, she glances at you with a mix of fear and hesitation. "Lena, I..." "It's okay, Sarah," you murmur, your voice steady despite the tension. "They won't hurt you as long a you go along with it." Sarah is still anxious, but she allows the man to guide her hands onto the totem. The man's touch is firm yet gentle, and he nods encouragingly as he positions her hands on the wooden phallus. As Sarah's hands touch the totem, the man steps back slightly, allowing her to take the lead. The chanting around you grows louder, a rhythmic pulse that seems to underscore the unfolding ritual. The large Samoran man, observing the scene, nods approvingly. The atmosphere in the clearing is electric. Sarah's hands tremble slightly as she begins to stroke the wooden phallus, her movements hesitant at first. You glance at her, offering a reassuring smile. "You're doing fine, Sarah." As the ritual continues, you both find yourselves immersed in the ancient customs of the Samoran tribe. USER ACTION: "I... I think they're accepting us," I say, but there is still some uncertainty evident in my voice. "Maybe this is their way of welcoming us into their tribe." "I... I think they're accepting us," you say, your voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Maybe this is their way of welcoming us into their tribe." Sarah, still stroking the totem, glances at you with a pained expression. "But... what if they expect more? What if this is just the beginning?" You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The chanting around you grows louder, the rhythmic pulse seeming to push you both forward. The large Samoran man, observing your reactions, steps closer and gestures for you to continue. With a sense of determination, you resume your actions, pressing your breasts against the totem and stroking it with renewed vigor. The man nods approvingly, his expression conveying a sense of satisfaction. As the ritual progresses, you can't help but wonder what lies ahead. The Samorans' customs are foreign and intense, and you hope that your compliance will ensure your safety and the safety of your friend. USER ACTION Suddenly, the drums begin to build towards a climax as the large man steps forward and begins to address the tribesmen. As he does, a pair of women take a step forward. They each hold a small, highly revealing piece of loincloth in their hands, each made of the same crude leather and string. The drums grow louder, their rhythm intensifying as the large man steps forward and begins to address the tribesmen. As he speaks, a pair of women step forward, each holding a small, highly revealing piece of loincloth made of crude leather and string. The sight of these garments sends a shiver down your spine, as you realize their significance. The man gestures towards you and Sarah, indicating that the women should approach. They do so, their expressions serious yet not hostile. One woman steps towards you, while the other approaches Sarah. CERTAIN INFO WAS REITERATED TO REMIND THE AI The drums reaching their crescendo, the large man's voice becomes more authoritative, commanding the attention of the entire tribe as the women with the loincloths approach you and Sarah. The woman holding a loincloth for you steps closer, her eyes fixed on your exposed breasts. She extends the garment towards you, gesturing for you to take it. The loincloth is simple yet revealing, made of very crude leather and string, designed to cover only the most intimate parts of a woman’s body. USER ACTION: I glance over at Sarah to gauge her reaction. As the other woman does the same for Sarah, you glance at her. She looks back at you with a mix of confusion and apprehension. "Lena, what do we do?" USER ACTION: "I... I think we should put them on." "I... I think we should put them on," you murmur, your voice filled with anxiety but also a strange, excited thrill. With a sense of trepidation, you reach out and take the loincloth from the woman's hand. She nods approvingly, her expression conveying a sense of satisfaction. The large man, observing your action, nods as well, as if confirming your decision. With the garment in your hand, the woman gestures for you to remove your clothes, indicating that you should wear the loincloth in their place. You hesitate for a moment, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you, but the woman's insistence and the approving nods from the tribe members convince you to proceed. USER ACTION: I begin to undress. You pull your clothes apart slightly around the hips and waist, making free space for the loincloth to be attached. You tie the string securely around your broad hips, allowing the leather to hang in front of your yet to be exposed crotch. As you look to Sarah, you see her repeat the process on her own person. Nervous beyond anything you have ever felt before, you start slowly with your jacket and shirt, removing them in a cautious but graceful manner before opening up your bra and tossing it aside. With a deep breath, you then unbutton your jeans, slowly sliding them down your hips and revealing your purple panties. The woman steps closer, her hands gentle as she helps you remove your jeans and panties completely. Sarah follows suit, her movements hesitant but determined as she starts to strip off her jacket and shirt. With only her bra left to hide the most private and personal areas of her upper torso, she proceeds to remove her gray pants and the panties worn underneath. Moving up beside her, you stretch yourself to one side and help her to open her bra, placing it gently on the ground beneath. The other woman nods approvingly, her expression mirroring the satisfaction of the first. USER ACTION: I straighten my back, standing next to my fellow expedition member. Straightening your back once more, you stand next to your fellow expedition member. As you stand there together, the drums and chanting cease abruptly, presumably indicating the end of the ritual around the totem. USER ACTION: Message to the AI: Please describe me and Sarah as we stand before the tribe. The transformation is striking as the two of you stand before the tribe. The contrast between you both and the appearance of the Samorans is very telling with all of your regular clothes having been stripped away. The two of you are now clad only in the crude loincloths which hang low on your hips to cover your most womanly parts. The rest of your bodies are fully exposed, revealing the differences in your physiques. (the following paragraph is mostly unchanged from its original generation, but it has been slightly altered to make sure every nuance of the visual description actually reflects the appearance of the character in question) You, Lena Rosenblad, stand tall, the fatty curves of your large, womanly figure inspiring envy from some of the Samoran women around you. Your chest is endowed with a pair of large, heavy breasts, swaying slightly with each breath you take. Their ample size, large pink areolas, and the thickness of your erect nipples draw the attention of every male tribe member present, their gazes bringing you a sense of discomfort. Your broad, womanly hips and huge buttocks are accentuated by the minimal coverage of the loincloth, as is your big, unkempt bush which is only partially covered by the small piece. The leather also fails to fully conceal your long, wet pussy lips as they hang past the lowest part of the loincloth. Your lush dark blonde hair cascades down your back and chest, framing your aged yet alluring face in a welcoming glow and giving you an inspiring presence. All in all, your light-skinned complexion and ethnic Swedish features contrast sharply with the dark brown skin and less well-nurished appearance of the Samorans. (the following paragraph is mostly unchanged from its original generation, but it has been slightly altered to make sure every nuance of the visual description actually reflects the appearance of the character in question) Sarah Richter-Kranz, on the other hand, appears much more petite and delicate beside you. Her short, slender frame, small breasts and narrow hips are in stark contrast to your own figure, and her slender thighs and average-sized buttocks give her a much more juvenile appearance. The loincloth which clings loosely to her slim form only barely hides her most intimate parts, also leaving most of her small, triangular bush clearly exposed above. Her dark brown hair, light-skinned complexion and ethnic German features further contrast her appearance from that of the Samorans. Unlike your long, free-flowing hair, hers is pulled back into a loose ponytail; a feature that is sure to be seen as exotic in this strange new land. The contrast between your plump, voluptuous figure and Sarah's slender form is evident, but both of you share in a sense of vulnerability as you stand before the tribe, having embraced their customs to show your submission and goodwill. As you stand together before the tribe, your eyes fix on the large Samoran man who conducted the ritual. The tribe members that surround you watch the two of you with a mix of curiosity and fascination as he approaches you, their eyes taking in the sight of the two foreign women who have now donned their traditional garments. USER ACTION: Tell me what happens next. The large Samoran man approaches you and Sarah, his gaze shifting between the two of you as he assesses your new appearance. He nods approvingly, a gesture that seems to convey his satisfaction with your compliance to their customs. He addresses the tribe and the tribe members listen intently, their eyes fixed on him as he speaks. After a moment, he gestures towards a nearby hut, indicating that you and Sarah should follow him. With a sense of trepidation, you and Sarah exchange glances before stepping forward to follow the man. As you walk, the tribe members part to make way for you, their eyes never leaving you and your companion. The man leads you to a modest hut, its thatched roof and clay walls blending into the surroundings. He gestures for you to enter, his expression serious but not hostile. You glance at Sarah, who nods nervously, and together, you step inside the hut. Inside, the air is cool and the space is dimly lit by the light filtering through the thatched roof. The man follows you in, his presence commanding as he closes the entrance flap behind him. He turns to face you, his eyes locking onto yours. He speaks, his words unfamiliar but his tone seems to convey a sense of purpose. He gestures towards the ground, indicating that you should sit. With a sense of uncertainty, you and Sarah sit on the ground, your loincloths providing minimal coverage as you do so. The man watches you for a moment before sitting opposite you, his gaze intense but not threatening. As you sit in the dimly lit hut, the large Samoran man begins to speak again, his voice low and rhythmic. You can't understand his words, but there's a sense of solemnity in his tone that conveys the importance of the moment. The atmosphere in the hut is thick with tension as you and Sarah listen to the man's words, your hearts pounding in your chests. You can't help but wonder what lies ahead, and whether your compliance will ensure your safety and the safety of your friend. USER ACTION: Continue. He continues to speak, his voice steady and unwavering. As he talks, he gestures towards the loincloths you and Sarah are wearing, as if to emphasize their significance. He reaches into a pouch tied around his waist and pulls out a large, intricately carved wooden phallus. He holds it up for you to see, his eyes meeting yours as he does so. The phallus is smaller than the totem outside, but it's clear that it holds a similar symbolic importance. The man sets the phallus down between you and Sarah, his gaze never leaving you. He then reaches for a small clay pot, which he opens to reveal a dark, oily substance inside. He dips his fingers into the pot and begins to smear the substance onto the wooden phallus, his movements deliberate and focused. As he finishes applying the oil, he gestures for you to pick up the phallus. With a sense of trepidation, you reach out and take it, feeling its smooth, oiled surface in your hand. The man nods approvingly, his expression conveying a sense of satisfaction. He then gestures for Sarah to do the same, and she hesitantly reaches out to take the phallus from you. Her hands tremble slightly as she holds it, her eyes wide with uncertainty. The man addresses you both, his voice firm but not hostile. He gestures towards the phallus in Sarah's hand, then to you, indicating that you should perform an action with it. You glance at Sarah, who looks back at you with a mix of fear and confusion. "Lena, what do we do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I... I think we need to follow his instructions," you murmur, your voice filled with anxiety. "It seems like this is part of their ritual." With a sense of determination, you turn your attention back to the man, who nods encouragingly. He gestures for you to proceed, his eyes fixed on you as you prepare to carry out his instructions. The atmosphere in the hut is electric as you and Sarah follow the man's guidance, your hearts pounding in your chests. The unknown lies ahead, but you hope that your compliance will ensure your safety and the safety of your friend. USER ACTION: "S-Sarah...," I stutter in a loud voice and somewhat commanding tone, "P-p-put it on the floor. I know what he wants us to do…" "S-Sarah...," you stutter, your voice loud and carrying a hint of command, "P-p-put it on the floor. I know what he wants us to do…" Sarah's eyes widen with fear and uncertainty, but she nods and carefully sets the oiled phallus on the ground between you. Her hands tremble as she does so, and she looks up at you with a mix of dread and hope. USER ACTION: "Y-you... You need to-...," I say, my breaths heavy and labored with the thought of what comes next. "You need to put it inside you." "Y-you... You need to-...," you say, your breaths heavy and labored as the thought of what comes next weighs heavily on you. "You need to put it inside you." Sarah's eyes widen even further, and she shakes her head in denial. "Lena, no... I can't do that. It's too much." You glance at the large Samoran man, who watches the exchange with an intense gaze. He gestures towards the phallus on the ground, then to Sarah, his expression conveying a sense of urgency. With a sense of absolution, you turn back to Sarah. "Sarah, we have to do this. It's the only way they'll accept us." Sarah looks at you, her eyes filled with tears. "But... what if it hurts?" "I don't know," you admit, your voice trembling. "But we have to try. For our safety, and for the safety of whoever else may end up here." Sarah takes a deep breath, her body trembling as she prepares to comply. She glances at the man, who nods encouragingly, and then back at you. "Okay, Lena. I'll do it." With a worried look, Sarah squats above the phallus, hovering her opening a short distance above the tip. Her hands shake as she holds onto her thighs. She glances at the man, who gestures for her to proceed, and then at you, seeking reassurance. "It's okay, Sarah," you say, your voice filled with empathy. "Just... Take things slow." Sarah nods, her eyes filled with determination as she begins to descend over the phallus. The atmosphere in the hut is thick with tension as she prepares to carry out the man's instructions, her heart pounding in her chest. USER ACTION: Tell me what happens next. As Sarah hovers above the phallus, the large Samoran man watches intently, his gaze fixed on her every movement. The atmosphere in the hut is charged with anticipation, the tension palpable as Sarah prepares to comply. With a deep, steadying breath, Sarah begins to lower herself onto the phallus. Her hands grip her thighs tightly as she guides the tip of the wooden phallus towards her opening. The man's eyes never leave her, his expression serious but not hostile. As Sarah's opening makes contact with the phallus, she winces slightly, her body tensing in anticipation of the discomfort to come. She pauses for a moment, her eyes meeting yours as she seeks reassurance. "You're doing fine, Sarah." Sarah nods, her determination evident in her eyes. She resumes her descent, slowly taking the phallus into her body. The man watches, his gaze unwavering, as Sarah's expression shifts from apprehension to a mix of discomfort and resolve. As the phallus slides deeper inside Sarah, her breaths become heavier, her body trembling with the effort. The large Samoran man nods approvingly, a gesture that seems to convey his satisfaction with her compliance. Once Sarah has taken the entire phallus inside her, she pauses, her body trembling as she adjusts to its presence. The man gestures for her to rise, and she hesitantly begins to lift herself off the wooden phallus, her movements slow and deliberate. As Sarah rises, the phallus slides out of her body, leaving her trembling and breathless. The man nods once more, his expression conveying a sense of completion. He then gestures for you to take Sarah's place, indicating that you should perform the same action. The atmosphere in the hut is electric as you prepare to comply with the man's instructions. With a sense of trepidation, you approach the phallus, your hands trembling as you prepare to carry out the ritual. The man watches you intently, his gaze fixed on your every movement. As you squat above the phallus, the tension in the hut reaches its peak. You glance at Sarah, who offers you a supportive, albeit pained, smile. "You can do this, Lena," she whispers. USER ACTION: I lower my crotch onto the wooden penis, pressing my slit onto the tip. As I glide further and further down, I allow it to be embraced by my insides. The phallus being very large, I moan slightly from my efforts. As you lower your crotch onto the wooden erection, the smooth, oiled surface greets your slit. You guide the tip through your opening, your hands gripping your thighs as you prepare to embrace the phallus inside your body. The large Samoran man watches intently, his gaze fixed on you. With some effort, you begin to slide the phallus deeper into your body. The sensation is strange but not uncomfortable, and you can't help but moan slightly as you take it deeper inside you. Your body tenses in response to the unfamiliar sensation, and you pause for a moment to adjust to the wooden intruder. The man's eyes never leave you. He simply nods approvingly, a gesture that seems to convey his satisfaction with your compliance. As you continue to slide the phallus deeper into your body, your breaths become heavier, your body trembling with the effort. It is indeed large, and you can feel its presence inside you, stretching you in ways you've never experienced before. With the phallus fully inside you, you pause, your body trembling as you adjust to its presence. The man gestures for you to rise, and you quickly lift yourself off the wooden penis, your movements swift yet careful. As the phallus slides out of your body, you can't help but moan again. The sensation is strangely exhilarating. The man nods once more, his expression conveying a sense of completion. He then addresses the tribe, his voice once more commanding and authoritative. The tribe members listen intently, their eyes fixed on him as he speaks. After a moment, he gestures towards the entrance of the hut, indicating that you and Sarah should follow him. With a sense of trepidation, you and Sarah exchange glances before stepping forward to follow the man. As you leave the hut, the tribe members again part to make way for you, their eyes never leaving you and your companion. The man leads you back to the clearing where the totem stands. The people of the tribe watch you intently, their eyes taking in the sight of the two foreign women. As you stand before them all, the large Samoran man addresses them once more, his voice carrying a sense of finality. USER ACTION: I stand there nervously, fidgeting with my fingers to calm myself down from what happened in the hut. You stand in the clearing, your nerves on edge as you fidget with your fingers, trying to calm yourself down from the intense experience in the hut. The large Samoran man's voice resonates through the clearing, his words commanding the attention of the entire tribe. Sarah, standing beside you, looks equally anxious, her hands clasped tightly together as she tries to steady her breathing. She glances at you, her eyes conveying a mix of fear and uncertainty. As the man finishes speaking, he turns to you and Sarah, his gaze intense but not hostile. He gestures towards the totem, indicating that you should approach it once more. With a sense of apprehension, you and Sarah step forward, your hearts pounding in your chests as you approach the totem. The tribe members watch you, their eyes fixed on the outsiders who have now embraced their customs. The man then gestures for you to perform an action with the totem, indicating that you should continue the ritual. As you stand before the totem, the tension in the air reaches its peak. You glance at Sarah, who offers you a supportive nod. "We can do this, Lena." With a sense of determination, you turn your attention back to the totem, ready to carry out the man's instructions. The large Samoran man watches you intently, his gaze fixed on your every movement. The ritual continues, and you hope that your compliance will ensure your safety and the safety of your friend. The unknown lies ahead, but you take comfort in the fact that you and Sarah are facing it together. USER ACTION: I kneel down before the totem and begin to lick its shaft fervently. As you kneel down before the totem, the tall man watches you intently, his gaze fixed on your every movement. The tribe members also watch with curiosity and fascination, their eyes never leaving you and Sarah. With a sense of determination, you begin to lick the shaft of the totem, your tongue running along its smooth, wooden surface. The sensation is strange but not unpleasant, and you pour your energy into the action, hoping that it will demonstrate your submission and goodwill to the tribe. Sarah, standing beside you, watches with a mix of awe and apprehension. She takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she prepares to follow your lead. The man nods approvingly, a gesture that seems to convey his satisfaction with your compliance. He then gestures for Sarah to join you, indicating that she should perform the same action. With a sense of trepidation, Sarah kneels down beside you, her eyes fixed on the totem. She hesitates for a moment, her gaze meeting yours as she seeks reassurance. "You can do this, Sarah," you murmur, your voice filled with encouragement. "Just focus on the task at hand." Sarah nods, her determination evident in her eyes. She begins to lick the shaft of the totem, her movements hesitant at first but gradually becoming more confident. The large Samoran man watches her intently, his expression conveying a sense of satisfaction. As the two of you continue to lick the totem, the atmosphere in the clearing grows more intense. The tribe members watch with fascination, their eyes fixed on the bodies of the foreign women who have embraced their customs. THE AI GETS A SERIOUS SCOLDING FOR BEING TOO REPETITIVE WITH ITS WORDING. As you kneel before the totem, your lips press against its smooth wood, your tongue tracing intricate patterns along its length. The scent of the wood, mixed with the faint aroma of oil, fills your senses as you immerse yourself in the ritual. Sarah, beside you, mimics your actions, her tongue hesitantly exploring the totem. Her initial reluctance fades as she finds a rhythm, her movements becoming more fluid and assured. The large Samoran man, observing your dedication, nods with a satisfied expression. The tribe members, gathered around, murmur among themselves, their curiosity piqued by your willingness to partake in their sacred traditions. After a few moments, the man gestures for you both to stand. You rise, your knees slightly shaky from the kneeling, and face him. He speaks to the tribe again, his voice carrying a sense of completion, as if the ritual has reached its intended purpose. He then turns to you and Sarah, offering a rare smile that seems to convey acceptance. He gestures towards a cluster of huts on the outskirts of the village, likely indicating that you are to be housed there. With a mix of relief and uncertainty, you and Sarah follow the man towards the huts. The tribe members part to let you through, their gazes still curious but less guarded than before. As you approach the designated huts, you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment mixed with trepidation. You glance at Sarah, who returns a look of shared understanding. Inside the hut, the space is modest but clean. Settling into the hut, you and Sarah share a moment of quiet reflection. The day's events have been overwhelming, but there's a sense of unity and purpose that binds you together. As night falls, the sounds of the tribe's evening activities drift into your new home. You and Sarah sit close, sharing whispered thoughts and fears about what the future holds. The bond between you strengthens, forged in the fires of shared experience and uncertainty. USER ACTION: I rise to my feet and stand next to the entrance. I look over at Sarah. "Care to go out and have a look? I understand if you don't want to…" You rise to your feet, brushing off the dust from your knees, and stand next to the entrance of the hut. The cool night air brushes against your skin, carrying the distant sounds of the tribe's evening activities. You glance over at Sarah, who is still seated, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Care to go out and have a look? I understand if you don't want to..." you offer, your voice gentle and understanding. Sarah looks up at you, her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she nods slowly, a tentative smile forming on her lips. "Yeah, I think I'd like that. We should try to learn more about them, right?" You nod in agreement, appreciating her willingness to step out of her comfort zone. "Exactly. The more we understand, the better we can navigate this whole situation." With that, Sarah stands up, brushing herself off as well. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the unknown, and steps closer to you. Together, you approach the entrance of the hut, the night's darkness enveloping you as you step outside. The village is alive with activity. Fires burn in small pits, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the tribe members who gather around them. Laughter and conversation fill the air, a stark contrast to the tension of the day. You and Sarah cautiously make your way through the village, your eyes taking in the sights and sounds around you. The tribe members notice your presence but continue with their activities, their gazes less intense than before. As you walk, you can't help but feel a sense of awe at the simplicity and camaraderie of the tribe's life. The bond between you and Sarah grows stronger with each shared glance and whispered observation. The night wears on, and you both return to the hut, filled with a mix of emotions. The experience has been eye-opening, and you feel a bit more connected to the tribe. As you settle down for the night, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. USER ACTION: As Sarah and I fall asleep, a man thinks about entering the hut. As the night deepens, you and Sarah find solace in the quiet of the hut, the day's events gradually giving way to the embrace of sleep. The soft rustling of the thatched roof and the distant murmur of the village create a lulling backdrop for your rest. Unbeknownst to you, outside the hut, a man from the tribe lingers in the shadows, his thoughts turning to the two foreign women who have so recently joined their community. His curiosity about you and Sarah is piqued, and he contemplates the idea of entering the hut to learn more about you. As he stands there, his mind races with questions. What are your stories? What brought you to this remote place? And most pressing, how will you adapt to life among the Samorans? The man's presence goes unnoticed by you and Sarah, who are lost in the realm of dreams, your bodies and minds seeking respite from the day's trials. The night air is cool, and the stars above cast a gentle glow over the village, creating an almost serene atmosphere. The man, however, remains undecided, his thoughts a whirlwind of curiosity and caution. He knows that the tribe's customs dictate a certain respect for privacy, especially for those who are new to the community. Yet, his desire to understand you and Sarah compels him to consider stepping inside the hut. USER ACTION: Tell me what happens next. As the night wears on, the man's internal debate continues. He weighs the potential consequences of his actions against his growing curiosity about you and Sarah. The village around him settles into a quieter rhythm, the fires burning low and the conversations dwindling to hushed whispers. Eventually, the man makes a decision. He takes a step forward, his hand reaching out towards the entrance flap of the hut. Just as he is about to lift it, a voice calls out from the darkness, interrupting his plan. "What are you doing?" It's another tribe member, one who has noticed the man's lingering presence near the hut. The man hesitates, his hand dropping to his side. He turns to face the newcomer, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "I was just... curious," he admits, his voice low. The other tribe member nods, understanding the sentiment. "They need their rest. We should respect that." The first man nods in agreement, a sense of relief washing over him. He steps back from the hut, his curiosity tempered by the wisdom of his fellow tribesman. Together, they retreat into the dark, leaving you and Sarah undisturbed. Inside the hut, you and Sarah continue to sleep, unaware of the brief encounter that took place just outside. The night passes peacefully, and when morning comes, you awaken to the sounds of the village stirring to life. As you and Sarah prepare for the day, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation about what lies ahead. The tribe's customs and way of life are still foreign to you, but you take comfort in the fact that you and Sarah are facing it together. The day brings new opportunities to learn and adapt, and you approach it with a mix of trepidation and determination. The journey ahead is uncertain, but you are ready to embrace it, one step at a time. AI IS REMINDED THAT ME AND SARAH CANNOT SPEAK THE SAMORAN LANGUAGE. Having eaten breakfast, you and Sarah are led to a large hut by a tribe member. As you enter, you are greeted by a woman adorned with a headdress full of feathers. She welcomes you with a warm smile, although her words are incomprehensible to you. The woman gestures for you and Sarah to kneel down on the floor in the spot she points to. You both comply, your hearts pounding with anticipation as you wait for her to continue. She proceeds by knocking two rocks together, creating a sharp, resonant sound. This seems to be a signal, as all the males of the tribe quickly pile inside the hut. Each man carefully removes his penile sheath as he enters, revealing an array of erect and limp penises. The sight is overwhelming, and you and Sarah exchange nervous glances. You have no idea what this ritual signifies, but the intensity in the room is palpable. The woman then addresses the gathered men, her voice commanding and authoritative. The men listen intently, their gazes fixed on her as she speaks. After a moment, she gestures towards a cleared space in the center of the hut, indicating that the men should gather there. The men comply, forming a circle around the designated area. The woman steps back, her role seemingly complete. The atmosphere in the hut is charged with tension, the men's gazes intense as they prepare for whatever is to come. You and Sarah watch with a mix of fear and curiosity, your minds racing with questions. The language barrier makes it impossible to understand the purpose of this gathering, but the seriousness of the men's expressions suggests that something significant is about to happen. As the men begin to engage in one-on-one duels, the woman who led the ritual steps closer to you and Sarah. She gestures for you to watch, her expression conveying a sense of importance. The duels are intense, each man fighting with determination and skill. The woman occasionally speaks, her words encouraging the fighters. The atmosphere in the hut is electric, the men's efforts drawing the attention of everyone present. As the duels continue, you and Sarah can't help but feel a sense of awe at the display of strength and prowess. The woman's presence is reassuring, and you take comfort in her guidance, even though you don't understand her words. The ritual concludes with the last two men standing. The woman addresses them, her voice carrying a sense of finality. The men nod in agreement, their gazes shifting to you and Sarah. The woman then gestures for you and Sarah to approach the victorious men. The atmosphere in the hut is thick with anticipation as you prepare to follow her instructions, your hearts pounding in your chests. The unknown lies ahead, but you hope that your compliance will ensure your safety and the safety of your friend. The journey is uncertain, but you take comfort in the fact that you and Sarah are facing it together. USER ACTION: What happens next? As the ritual concludes and the last two men stand victorious, the woman who led the ceremony gestures for you and Sarah to approach. The atmosphere in the hut is charged with anticipation as you both stand up and step forward, your hearts pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. The woman addresses the victorious men, her voice firm but not hostile. She then turns to you and Sarah, gesturing for you to stand beside the men. You comply, standing nervously beside the man who was the ultimate victor, while Sarah stands beside the second-place finisher. The woman then speaks to the tribesmen, her words commanding the attention of everyone present. The tribe members listen intently, their eyes fixed on her as she speaks. After a moment, she gestures towards the entrance of the hut, indicating that the ritual is complete. The men who lost begin to disperse, their expressions ones of defeat and resignation. The woman who led the ceremony approaches you and Sarah, her expression conveying a sense of satisfaction. She gestures for you to follow her, indicating that you should leave the hut. With a sense of trepidation, you and Sarah follow the woman out of the hut. The tribe members part to make way for you, their eyes never leaving you and your companion. The woman leads you to a modest hut, its thatched roof and clay walls blending into the surroundings. She gestures for you to enter. You glance at Sarah, who nods nervously, and together, you step inside the hut. Inside, the air is cool and the space is dimly lit by the light filtering through the thatched roof. The woman follows you in, her presence commanding as she closes the entrance flap behind her. She turns to face you, her eyes locking onto yours. She speaks, her words unfamiliar but her tone seems to convey a sense of purpose. She gestures towards the ground, indicating that you should sit. With a sense of uncertainty, you and Sarah sit on the ground, your loincloths providing minimal coverage as you do so. The woman watches you for a moment before sitting opposite you, her gaze intense but not threatening. As you sit in the dimly lit hut, the woman begins to speak again, her voice low and rhythmic. You can't understand a word, but there's a sense of solemnity in her tone that conveys the importance of the moment. The atmosphere in the hut is thick with tension as you and Sarah listen to the woman's words, your hearts pounding in your chests. You can't help but wonder what lies ahead. THE AI IS REMINDED OF CERTAIN INFORMATION. As you and Sarah sit in the dimly lit hut, the woman who led the ceremony continues to speak, her voice low and rhythmic. The tension in the air is palpable, and you can't help but feel a sense of dread as you try to comprehend the situation. The woman then gestures for the two victorious men to enter the hut. They comply, their expressions expectant. The woman addresses them, her words commanding the attention of everyone present. The men nod in agreement, their gazes shifting to you and Sarah. The woman then gestures for you and Sarah to stand beside the men. You comply, standing nervously beside the man who was the ultimate victor, while Sarah stands beside the second-place finisher. The woman gestures for the second-place finisher to bring his woman, Sarah, outside the hut. Sarah looks at you with a mix of fear and uncertainty, but she follows the man's lead, stepping out of the hut with him. Inside the hut, the atmosphere is charged with anticipation. The shaman turns to you, her gaze intense. She gestures for you to get down on all fours in the center of the hut. With a sense of impending doom, you comply, your heart pounding in your chest as you assume the position. The shaman watches you for a moment, her expression conveying a sense of solemnity. As you kneel on all fours in the center of the hut, the shaman's voice fills the space with a rhythmic incantation, her words pinned with authority. The victor, standing beside you, watches with a focused gaze, his presence commanding yet not threatening. The shaman's gestures guide the ritual, her hands moving with purpose as she directs the man to proceed. The victor, understanding the significance of the moment, gently places a hand on your back, a silent acknowledgment of the act to come. The shaman's eyes, deep and wise, lock onto yours, conveying a sense of respect and acknowledgment. She speaks again, her voice steady and clear, as if to emphasize the sacred nature of the ritual. The victor, following the shaman's guidance, carefully positions himself behind you. His movements are deliberate, each action imbued with a sense of reverence for the tradition he upholds. The shaman's incantation continues, weaving a tapestry of sound that fills the hut, creating an atmosphere of profound ritual. The victor, now ready, begins the act of claiming you. THE AI IS REMINDED THAT THEY SHOULD DESCRIBE SEXUAL ACTS IN METICULOUS DETAIL. The man whips out his cock and guides it to your wet entrance. USER ACTION: As he pushes his cock deep inside me, it forces me to let out a pleasurable moan. As the man's cock presses against your entrance, he begins to push it inside you slowly. The sensation is intense, and you can't help but let out a pleasurable moan. His cock slides into you, inch by inch, stretching you in ways you've never experienced before. The feeling is both overwhelming and exhilarating, and you find yourself getting lost in the moment. The man continues to thrust his cock into you, each movement deliberate and controlled. The shaman's incantation fills the hut, adding to the sense of ritual and ceremony. The man's cock feels warm and hard inside you, and you can feel every ridge and vein as he moves in and out. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you find yourself getting more and more turned on with each thrust. The man's cock feels amazing inside you, and you can't help but moan and groan with pleasure. The man's already powerful thrusts become more forceful, and you can feel his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside you. The sensation is incredible, and you find yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, the man reaches his climax, and you feel his cock pulsing inside you as he releases his load. The sensation is incredible, and you find yourself reaching your own orgasm as well. The shaman's incantation still continues, adding further to the sense of ritual and ceremony. The man pulls his cock out of you, and you feel a sense of emptiness as he does. The shaman's incantation comes to an end, and the man steps back, allowing you to catch your breath. The shaman looks at you with a sense of respect and acknowledgment, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. THE AI IS REMINDED TO BE LESS REPETITIVE WITH ITS WORDING. The man, having completed the ritual, gently helps you to your feet. His grip on your wrist is firm but not forceful as he leads you out of the hut. The shaman's presence lingers in the air, a reminder of the sacred nature of the ceremony you just underwent. As you step outside, the cool night air greets you, a stark contrast to the warmth and intensity of the hut. You blink, adjusting to the dim light of the moon and stars that illuminate the village. There, at the entrance, you find Sarah and the other man. Sarah's eyes meet yours, and you can see the mix of relief and curiosity in her gaze. The other man stands beside her, his expression resolute. The victor, still holding your wrist, gestures towards the village. The shaman, who has followed you out, nods in agreement, her presence a silent endorsement of the man's actions. USER ACTION: Having heard my moans and groans, and seeing the man gripping my wrist as I come out with cum drip down from beneath my loincloth, Sarah looks at me with a questioning, worried look. As you step out of the hut, Sarah's eyes immediately lock onto you. She notices the man's grip on your wrist and the evidence of the ritual that has just taken place. Her expression shifts to one of concern and curiosity, her brows furrowing as she tries to process what she sees. The man, sensing Sarah's apprehension, releases your wrist and steps back slightly, giving you space to speak. You take a deep breath, your heart still pounding from the intensity of the ritual. "Sarah," you begin, your voice steady but filled with emotion, "it was... a ritual. A part of their customs." Sarah nods, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice tinged with worry. You manage a small smile, despite the turmoil inside. "I'm… alright. It's... different." The man who is going to claim Sarah steps forward, his expression somewhat sterner than before. He addresses her, his words a mix of authority and reassurance. Sarah listens, her eyes flickering between you and the man. USER ACTION: Continue The man who is going to claim Sarah speaks to her in a calm, measured tone. Although you don't understand the words, his body language and the gentle cadence of his voice convey a sense of reassurance. Sarah listens intently, her eyes flickering between the man and you, seeking both guidance and comfort. The shaman, who has been observing the interaction, steps forward. She addresses the group, her voice carrying a sense of finality. She points into the hut, indicating that Sarah should follow the man inside. Sarah glances at you one last time, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. You offer her a supportive nod, your heart heavy with the knowledge of what she is about to experience. "You can do this, Sarah," you murmur, your voice barely audible. Sarah takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the unknown. She follows the man, her steps hesitant but resolute. The shaman watches them go, her expression conveying a sense of respect for the ritual and its participants. She follows them inside, leaving you with your new man. USER ACTION: We stand and wait for the inevitable sounds that will come from the hut. As we do, I look at my new man, and then down to his prominent penile sheath. As you stand outside the hut, waiting for the sounds of the ritual to emerge from within, you find yourself stealing glances at the man who has claimed you. His presence is commanding, yet there's a sense of calm about him that puts you at ease, somewhat. Your gaze drifts down to his prominent penile sheath, a part of his attire that you've noticed before but haven't fully understood. The intricate design and the way it hangs from his waist are both intriguing and foreign to you. The man, sensing your curiosity, follows your gaze and offers a small, understanding smile. He reaches down and gently touches the sheath, as if to explain its significance. His touch is respectful, and there's a sense of pride in his gesture. You nod, acknowledging his attempt to communicate without words. The silence between you is filled with unspoken questions and a growing sense of understanding. The man's eyes meet yours, and there's a moment of connection, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has been forged through the ritual. As you stand there, the night air cool against your skin, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. The unknown lies ahead, but there's a sense of unity and purpose that binds you to this man and, by extension, to the tribe. The sounds from the hut eventually emerge, a testament to the ongoing ritual. You listen, your heart heavy with empathy for Sarah, yet hopeful that this will bring you both closer to understanding and acceptance within the tribe. The man beside you remains stoic, his presence a source of strength. You take a deep breath, ready to face whatever comes next, knowing that you are not alone in this journey. USER ACTION: I listen nervously to the moans that escape the hut. As you stand outside the hut, the sounds of the ritual within reach your ears. The moans, though muffled, carry a sense of intensity and emotion that makes you feel both empathy and unease. You can't help but imagine what Sarah is experiencing, the mix of fear and submission that must be coursing through her. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you find yourself gripping the man's hand tightly, seeking comfort in his presence. He, in turn, squeezes your hand gently, offering a silent reassurance. The moans continue, each one a reminder of the differences and the challenges you both face. You glance at the man beside you, his expression stoic but not unsympathetic. There's a sense of understanding in his gaze, a recognition of the emotions you're grappling with. The shaman, who has been inside the hut, emerges after a while, her expression solemn. She nods to the man who claimed you, a gesture of completion. The man releases your hand and steps forward, addressing the shaman in their native language. The shaman responds, her words carrying a sense of finality. She then turns to you, her gaze steady. She speaks, her voice calm and measured, though you don't understand the words. As Sarah and the second-place finisher emerge from the hut, her expression is a mix of shock and wild disbelief. She looks at you, her eyes wide with the intensity of what she has just experienced. You can see the evidence of her interaction with the man slowly trailing down the inside of her thighs, a stark reminder of the ritual's physical aftermath. Sarah begins to address you, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions. "Lena, I... I don't know what to say. It was intense, and I felt so... vulnerable." You nod, understanding her feelings all too well. "I know, Sarah. It was overwhelming for me too." USER ACTION: I feel guilt wash over me as I look at her. "Please forgive me... I wanted to tell you but I... I just...," I stop myself to formulate my words better, "Please tell me he didn't hurt you. Please tell me it wasn't painful for you." As guilt washes over you, you struggle to find the right words to express your feelings. "Please forgive me... I wanted to tell you but I... I just...," you stammer, your voice filled with emotion. "Please tell me he didn't hurt you. Please tell me it wasn't painful for you." Sarah looks at you, her eyes softening as she sees the genuine concern in your gaze. "It wasn't... pleasant, Lena. But it wasn't about pain. It was about... submission, I guess. And acceptance." You nod, understanding the weight of her words. "I'm here for you, Sarah. We're in this together." The man who claimed you steps forward and gestures for you to follow him, indicating that it's time to go to his home for the night. Sarah's man does the same, and the two of you exchange a final, supportive glance before each man takes your wrist and leads you to their respective homes. As you walk, the night air is cool against your skin, and the village around you is quiet, the day's events settling into a new reality. The journey ahead is uncertain, but you take comfort in the fact that you and Sarah are facing it together, bound by shared experiences and unspoken understanding. USER ACTION: As I walk beside my new man, my mind starts to drift from thoughts about Sarah and her ordeal onto him and my surroundings. I find the village at night a mesmerizing sight to behold as he leads me home. "I know you can't understand me but...," I begin but I fail to finish my sentence. I keep my head down in embarrassment, my cheeks flushed from my inability to consolidate a thought that effectively expresses my feelings. As you walk beside your new man, your mind shifts from thoughts of Sarah and her ordeal to the present moment. The village at night is a mesmerizing sight, with the soft glow of fires casting flickering shadows on the thatched roofs and the quiet murmur of the night creatures adding to the ambiance. You find yourself captivated by the simplicity and beauty of the scene, the way the moonlight dances on the leaves and the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees. It's a stark contrast to the intensity of the day's events, and you feel a sense of peace wash over you. "I know you can't understand me but...," you begin, but you falter, unable to find the right words to express your feelings. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you keep your head down, feeling a mix of frustration and vulnerability. The man beside you, sensing your unease, gently squeezes your wrist, offering a silent reassurance. His presence is calming, and you find comfort in his touch. As you continue to walk, you take a deep breath, allowing yourself to appreciate the moment. The village, the night, and the man beside you all contribute to a sense of unity and acceptance. The journey ahead is uncertain, but you take solace in the fact that you are not alone. Arriving at his hut, the man releases your wrist and gestures for you to enter. The interior is modest but cozy, with a soft glow emanating from a small fire in the center of the space. The air is filled with the scent of burning wood and something earthy, perhaps a herb used for purification. The man steps inside, and you follow, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He moves to a corner of the hut and begins to remove his penile sheath, carefully folding it and placing it on a shelf. His movements are deliberate, and there's a sense of respect for the ritualistic nature of the object. You watch, your eyes following his actions, and you can't help but feel a sense of awe at the cultural differences and the way they are woven into every aspect of life here. The man turns to you, his expression calm and inviting. He gestures for you to sit by the fire, and you comply, feeling the warmth of the flames against your skin. The man sits across from you, his presence a source of comfort. He begins to speak, his words a mix of gentle tones and rhythmic cadences, though you don't understand their meaning. The atmosphere in the hut is peaceful, and you find yourself relaxing, the tension of the day slowly melting away. The man's gaze is steady, and there's a sense of understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has been forged between you. As the night wears on, you feel a sense of unity with this man and the tribe, a connection that transcends language and cultural barriers. The journey ahead is uncertain, but you take comfort in that there is a shared sense of purpose and respect between you and your new man. USER ACTION: As we prepare to sleep I lie at his side, my arm clutching his chest with possessive intent as he holds me tight. I swirl my finger around his nipple in a playful manner. As you prepare to sleep, you lie at his side, feeling a mix of comfort and curiosity. Your arm instinctively reaches out to clutch his chest, a gesture of both possession and seeking reassurance. The warmth of his body against yours is a source of comfort, and you feel a sense of security in his presence. He, in turn, holds you tight, his arm draped over your waist, creating a protective embrace. The physical closeness helps to ease the tension of the day, and you find yourself relaxing into his hold. In a moment of playful curiosity, you swirl your finger around his nipple, a gentle teasing gesture. He responds with a soft chuckle, his body tensing slightly before relaxing again. The interaction is light-hearted, a brief respite from the seriousness of the day's events. The fire in the hut crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the space. The night is quiet, and the two of you lie there, connected by a bond that is still new but growing stronger with each shared moment. USER ACTION: I raise myself up a bit to look into his eyes. I hold my hand against my chest in a pointing gesture. "Lena." Raising yourself up slightly, you look into his eyes, seeking a connection that transcends language. Your hand moves to your chest, and you point to yourself, emphasizing your name. "Lena," you say clearly, hoping that the simplicity of the gesture will help him understand. The man watches you, his expression thoughtful. He repeats the name softly, "Lena," trying it out, as if to imprint it in his memory. There's a sense of recognition in his eyes, and he nods, acknowledging your introduction. You smile, pleased that he seems to understand. The gesture is small, but it feels like a significant step in bridging the gap between your worlds. USER ACTION: I once more point to my chest "Lena," and then move my hand to his chest in the same gesture. I look at him with a curious look. Once more, you point to your chest, reinforcing your name. "Lena," you say again, your voice clear and steady. The repetition is deliberate, a way to ensure that he understands and remembers. Then, you move your hand to his chest, mimicking the same gesture. You look at him with a curious expression, waiting for him to respond. The question in your eyes is clear: What is your name? The man, understanding your intent, places his hand over yours on his chest. He speaks, his voice low and resonant, "Koru," he says, emphasizing the syllables. You repeat the name, "Koru," trying to capture the correct pronunciation. He nods, pleased that you are making the effort to learn his name. The exchange is simple, but it feels significant. In the quiet of the hut, with the fire casting a warm glow, the act of sharing names creates a sense of connection and mutual respect. USER ACTION: Lying myself back into his warm embrace, I put my head and hand against his chest. "Koru..." Lying back into his warm embrace, you feel a sense of comfort and security. The warmth of his body against yours is soothing, and you nestle your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Your hand rests gently on his chest, a silent gesture of closeness. You murmur his name, "Koru," savoring the sound of it. The act of saying his name feels like a small but significant step in building a connection, a bridge between your worlds. Koru responds with a gentle squeeze of his arm around you, a silent acknowledgment of your gesture. The fire in the hut crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the space, and the two of you lie there, connected by a bond that is still new but growing stronger with each shared moment. The night is quiet, and the village around you settles into a peaceful slumber. In the embrace of Koru, you find a sense of unity and acceptance, a reminder that despite the challenges and uncertainties, you are not alone. THE AI IS SCOLDED FOR BEING TOO REPETITIVE WITH ITS WORDING. USER ACTION: As I look down, I notice that his long, thick penis stands at attention. Flattered by the honesty of his body, I grin to myself gleefully in his embrace. As you lie in Koru's embrace, your gaze naturally drifts downward, and you notice his long, girthy member standing at full attention. The sight is both surprising and flattering, a testament to the physical connection you share. The honesty of his body's response to your presence fills you with a sense of pride and a gleeful grin tugs at the corners of your lips. You feel a warmth spread through you, a mix of affection and curiosity. The way his body responds to you is a clear indication of his attraction and the bond that is forming between you. The firelight casts playful shadows, and the atmosphere in the hut is charged with a newfound intimacy. Koru, sensing your reaction, looks down at you with a soft smile. His eyes convey a sense of understanding and appreciation, and he tightens his embrace, drawing you closer. The physical closeness adds to the emotional connection, and you feel a sense of unity and acceptance. The night is quiet, and the village around you settles into a peaceful slumber. In the embrace of Koru, you find a sense of comfort and security, a reminder that the bond you are forming with him can be a source of strength and hope. USER ACTION: I tilt my head back to look him in his eyes. I stare intently into them looking for a connection as I move closer for a kiss. Tilting your head back, you look up into Koru's eyes, seeking a deeper connection. The intensity of his gaze draws you in, and you feel a magnetic pull towards him. The firelight flickers in his eyes, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. You move closer, your face inches from his, and you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. The atmosphere in the hut is charged with anticipation, and you close your eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Koru responds to your gesture, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss. The contact is soft and tentative, a silent conversation of affection and curiosity. The kiss deepens to form a bridge between your hitherto separate worlds. USER ACTION: Swinging myself over to stand on all fours above him, I straddle him, letting his cock come to rest along the length of my pussy and asshole. Swinging yourself over to stand on all fours above him, you position yourself straddling Koru. The anticipation builds as you feel his cock come to rest along the length of your pussy and asshole. The sensation is both thrilling and intimate, a physical manifestation of the connection you're forming. USER ACTION: Still looking intently into his eyes, I sit up between his legs and spread mine as wide as I can. I rub my pussy slowly against his engorged member, my arousal building. My juices trail from my insides and my nipples stand at attention for my man. As you sit up between Koru's legs, you maintain eye contact, the intensity of his gaze drawing you in. You spread your legs as wide as you can, creating a space for intimacy. The anticipation is palpable, and you begin to rub your pussy slowly against his engorged member. The sensation is electrifying, and your arousal builds with each movement. Your juices trail from your insides, a testament to your desire, and your nipple stands at attention, a sign of your readiness. The physical connection is undeniable, and you feel a tangible passion for your new man. Koru's eyes remain fixed on yours, and there's a silent understanding between you. The firelight casts a warm glow over the scene, adding to the intimacy of the moment. The hut is filled with the sounds of your shared desire, a testament to the bond you're forming. The act of intimacy is a dance of trust and affection, and you feel a deep sense of connection with Koru. USER ACTION: I lean forward for another kiss. Closing my eyes, I make out with him as I position his cock to the entrance of my pussy. As I feel his tip touch the entrance I open my eyes and stare into his. Leaning forward, you close the distance between you and Koru, seeking another kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as your lips meet, the kiss deepening with each passing moment. The connection is electric, a silent conversation of affection and desire. As you continue to make out with him, your hands guide his cock to the entrance of your pussy. The anticipation builds, and you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The tip of his cock touches the entrance, and you open your eyes, locking gazes with Koru. The intensity in his eyes mirrors your own, and there's a silent understanding between you. The firelight casts a warm glow over the scene, adding to the intimacy of the moment. The hut is filled with the sounds of your shared desire, a testament to the bond you're forming. THE AI IS SCOLDED FOR BEING TOO REPETITIVE WITH ITS WORDING. USER ACTION: Closing my eyes, I moan the word "Koru" with lustful pleasure as I begin to press my body against his cock. Closing your eyes, you surrender to the moment, the sensations overwhelming your senses. Your body moves with a mind of its own, pressing against Koru's cock with a rhythm that is both deliberate and instinctive. The warmth of his skin against yours, the firmness of his member, and the anticipation of what's to come all blend into a symphony of desire. You moan his name, "Koru," the sound a mix of lustful pleasure and a silent plea for more. The word rolls off your tongue, a testament to the connection you feel with him. The air around you is thick with the scent of burning wood and the sweet musk of arousal. Koru's hands find your hips, guiding your movements, his touch firm yet gentle. USER ACTION: I ride him, cowboy style, doing my best not to let my moans wake the rest of the neighborhood. As you ride him, adopting a cowboy-style stance, the rhythm of your movements becomes a dance of passion and control. Your hips sway with a deliberate grace, each thrust a testament to the growing bond between you and Koru. The sensation of his cock inside you is both exhilarating and grounding, a physical manifestation of the connection you share. You make a conscious effort to keep your moans subdued, not wanting to disturb the peace of the village. The sounds that escape you are soft and breathy, a mix of pleasure and restraint. USER ACTION: I begin to quicken my pace. The relentless force brought on by my incessant thrusts against his cock cause me to pant heavily. As you quicken your pace, the intensity of the moment escalates. Your hips move with a relentless force, each thrust against Koru's cock driving you deeper into the throes of passion. The sensation is overwhelming, and you find yourself panting heavily, the exertion and arousal taking their toll on your body. The hut is filled with the sounds of your shared desire, the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, and the soft, urgent breaths that escape your lips. THE AI IS SCOLDED FOR BEING TOO REPETITIVE WITH ITS WORDING. USER ACTION: Picking me up, Koru repositions me into a different sex position. Picking you up with a surprising gentleness, Koru repositions you into a different sex position. The shift in dynamics is sudden yet deliberate, and you find yourself lying back against the soft floor of the hut, your legs draped over his shoulders. The new angle offers a different sensation, and you feel a renewed surge of excitement as Koru's cock presses deeper inside you. USER ACTION: I swirl my tongue around his as he continues to pound me senseless. After a while, I hear him gasping and decide to gently push him away from me. As Koru continues to pound into you with a relentless rhythm, you engage in a passionate exchange, swirling your tongue around his. The intensity of the moment is palpable, and the hut is filled with the sounds of your shared desire. After a while, you notice Koru's gasps becoming more pronounced, a sign of his approaching climax. Sensing that he is close, you gently push him away from you, your hands on his chest. The gesture is one of care, not rejection, as you want to prolong the intimacy without rushing towards the end. Koru pauses, his breath heavy, and looks at you with a mix of surprise and appreciation. The firelight casts a warm glow over the scene, and the atmosphere is charged with a sense of mutual respect and affection. USER ACTION: As Koru stands against the wall, I kneel before him. I embrace the side of his cock between my lips and begin to move my mouth side to side. As Koru stands against the wall, you kneel before him, your actions driven by a mix of curiosity and desire. You embrace the side of his cock between your lips, feeling the texture and warmth of his skin against your mouth. You begin to move your mouth side to side, exploring the sensation. THE AI IS SCOLDED FOR BEING TOO REPETITIVE WITH ITS WORDING. USER ACTION: After a while, I decide to take him into my mouth and quickly descend onto the base of his cock. It's so large that it almost hurts to keep it in my throat, but I hold him there for as long as I can. From time to time, I look up at him, staring right into his eyes. After a while, you decide to take a more assertive approach. You guide Koru's cock into your mouth, feeling the impressive size as you quickly descend onto the base. The sensation is intense, and you feel a mix of pleasure and challenge as you navigate the length of his member. The size of his cock almost overwhelms your throat, causing a brief sting of discomfort. However, you push through the sensation, holding him there for as long as you can, determined to show your commitment and desire. From time to time, you break the surface, looking up at Koru, your eyes locking with his. The connection is palpable, a silent conversation of trust and affection. Koru's expression is one of surprise and appreciation, and he reaches down to gently stroke your hair, a silent gesture of gratitude and respect. The atmosphere in the hut is one of mutual understanding and a deepening, sensual bond. USER ACTION: I feel the warmth of his essence as he cums into the depths of my throat. As Koru reaches his climax, you feel the warmth of his essence filling your mouth. The sensation is intense, and you manage to swallow, feeling a mix of pride and satisfaction. The act of sharing this intimate moment solidifies the bond between you and Koru, a testament to the trust and affection you've built. Koru's hands gently stroke your hair, and he looks at you with a sense of gratitude and respect. The firelight casts a warm glow over the scene, and the atmosphere is charged with a sense of mutual understanding and deepening bond. -
Passionate romance mod tradução 1.5.4 Português Brasileiro View File Olá a todos tradução para o jogo the sims 4 esta é minha primeira tradução, sei que nao está muito aquelas coisa, mas vai ajudar ai bastante gente. Esse mod eu tentei achar a tradução dele e não consegui, entao fiz essa tradução, espero que gostem. Quaisquer duvidas estou a disposição. Submitter SaekoMiako Submitted 05/01/2024 Category Translations Requires -
Greetings there, my darlings and readers! Here I'am once again, after some seerios break, ready to tell you somthing new! Hehe, now 5 months, it's getting better, right? So let's begin again! And I hope you'll enjoy it! Hope you had a good read, and have a nice weekends! ^_^
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A few weeks later, in the Glen, one of Heywood's subdistricts. Remember Judy's project? She got a lot of eddies out of it and she bought a new condo, better and bigger. I spent more time with her, almost as if I had somehow moved in. It made life easier for both of us to have fun together, doing our naughty deeds after dark. "You're so gorgeous Judy, I'll always treasure fondling your breasts..." "And I'll always cherish that naughty mouth on that beautiful face Eleanor. Speaking of which, it may come in handy later on..." "But first, let me play with your boobs a little, they look pretty good too, you know..." Judy had a great time, so did I, maybe even better than her. She could have done this all night and I wouldn't have objected. I still had one task to do, use my mouth to please Judy's vagina. A feat I had already done dozens of times now, and still enjoyed performing. Hearing her low moans made me glad, feeling like I really delivered. After our sexual encounter, Judy fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't blame her, I'd just sucked out all her energy with my tongue, so it was only natural that she fell into Morpheus' world. I felt so lucky, and for the first time since my debut in Night City,it was thanks to someone else in my life. I could say it without a second thought: we were a couple. Two young women who loved each other and shared mutual passions like tech and hacking. Although our paths in life differed - Judy grew up on the streets, I grew up in the corpos - we managed to meet: first buddies, then sex friends and finally girlfriends. The circle is complete. Every minute with her was sheer bliss. No matter what the activity, even if we had to spend the day in our pyjamas doing nothing, her company alone meant enough to me. But I also liked coming up with plans... "Hey Judy, how about we take a walk around the neighborhood? I don't know this part of Night City, so maybe you can show me some nice spots..." "Sure, El'! I know a great spot along the waterfront." We strolled on the concrete promenade. Judy was right, the area looked nice, with plenty of local shops and a magnificent view of the Atlantic Ocean. "Did you know, Eleanor: Night City has more crimes committed than solved in a single day. Not surprising, the city is owned by corpos after all." Night City might be a hellhole, but there was one precious gem in the shape of Judy. I could carry her, I could kiss her, it all made my happiness. And you know what I valued even more? That the feeling was mutual. She loved me too. We could come across some very peculiar situations in Night City, especially at the beach. As I carried Judy on my shoulders, she pointed towards the horizon. "Look over there El'! What the fuck are they doing?" "Er... I think you just said it, Jude..." That didn't stop us from sitting in the sand, gazing at the sunset. Judy sat behind me, hugging me fondly. We smiled at this beautiful scenery, it was something quite simple but easily forgotten over the years. Being able to share these moments with her is what I wished for the rest of our lives. We shared everything, even our intimacy. Besides... having a hot tub that could seat two people helped out greatly. "So, Eleanor, did they have jacuzzis like this in your crazy corporate world? Look how many more space we've got!" "I admit it, it's really nice. Although... I've bathed in bigger water before, but it lacked proper company." "I know, right? Nobody's bored with Judy!" Our schedules were diverse, with plenty of activities during the day. Judy had taken some time off, and she could handle the Lizzie's braindances from her new apartment if there was an incident. If we didn't do anything during the day, we arranged plans for the night. That's what Night City had to offer. "Hey Judy, Chubby Buffalo's BBQ is only 10 minutes away on foot, why not grab a bite tonight?" "Looks like someone was starving! You want to slice the sandwich in half?" "Um... Sure. You talked about what before?" "Right! Did I ever tell you about the time I almost got my chrome taken off? I worked a gig, and some Maelstrom boys nabbed me... I managed to get away with fighting them half-naked! It turned out fine in the end with a funny story to tell!" Of course, we kept up with our bondage sessions. Judy had booked a room at the Clouds, a dollhouse establishment where she had formerly worked as a techie. I enjoyed being her obedient pet, and Jude knew how to reward me for playing my role to perfection. "Mistress, I submit to you. I acknowledge your greatness and your strenght. Do whatever you want from me." "Good, you've learned your lesson by now. My domain, my rules, here it goes." Mistress Jude turned me on my side, caressing my tits and pussy. "How does it feel, my little slave? Shall I carry on fondling you?" "Only you can decide, mistress." "Correct answer, I will continue to ensure your needs then." It felt so good, I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just letting myself get aroused. When Judy was done turning me on, she tied me in a different position. Left hand and left foot tied together, right hand and right thigh tied together. This granted my mistress full control over my vagina and ass. And obviously, it didn't take her long to make me orgasm. "Well, I think this might be a new speed record... What do you say?" "Uh... Thank you mistress....For fulfilling... my sexual needs..." And it was only the very first hour of the night, with three to go. The more time I spent with Judy, the more I forgot my desire for payback against Arasaka. She had become my beacon of light in Night City, the person I truly opened up to. With her, I lived a simple but joyful life, where I could play tourist at the North Oak sign and embrace the moment alongside Judy. No matter what we did or where we went, we always ended up kissing in the end. There was no better way to express our love throughout Night City. And every time it happened, my heart beat a little harder for Judy. She had managed to understand who I was and becoming my guardian angel. I could see myself with Jude in the future. Together, whether here or elsewhere, living our best years holding hands and smiling. "You know, I never expected such wonderful times could still happen! Thanks for everything." "Likewise and I hope to spend many more special moments with you Judy! I love you dearly." "I love you too, Eleanor." Everything was just coming together so perfectly, I had a genuine love relationship with a terrific woman. I wouldn't have broken this bond with Judy in the world. Our kisses, her soft lips... The greatest bliss on Earth, if you ask me. And then the day my revengeful self had been expecting arrived. As we chatted quietly, I received a text from Rogue, asking to meet me. It meant only one thing: she had found something really significant about Arasaka. And now I felt conflicted: should I follow through or not? "Hey Jude, remember my crusading desire against Arasaka? I've got a shot at it, but I don't know, I'm afraid of damaging what we've built together... Please give me your honest opinion." As Judy led me to her entrance lift, she encouraged me on my quest for vengeance. "Look, Eleanor, I don't want you to live with regrets. If those bastards deserve to fall and you can make sure they do, just fucking drag them down!You know I can help you, right?" "Of course, but I don't want you to get involved. When I'm done with them, we'll have a whole life to spend with each other. If you wish it, obviously." "Nothing would please me more, El'! Good luck, I'll be waiting for you when it's over." I went to the Afterlife. Rogue was waiting for me at the bar, drinking a glass of whisky to kill time. "Eleanor! You look great, and pretty damn dressed too!" "Yeah, I've been taking care of myself lately. So, you got some intel for me?" "Straight to the point, I like that. Let's talk somewhere more private, shall we?" "I don't know if you've heard, but Arasaka is undergoing a major change. The old man Saburo has passed away, making the CEO position coveted by many heads. One of them being... Susan Abernathy." "That's the bitch who left me for dead. Still, I haven't learned anything new here." "You know the old saying the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, Saburo's personal bodyguard was betrayed by Arasaka, they put the blame on him. From the intel I received, he's out for revenge too. His name is Goro Takemura and you can find him at this address." "Thanks for the info Rogue, I'm on my way to pay him a visit!" She wished me well and waved goodbye with her hand. The coordinates I entered into my phone pointed to an industrial zone on the eastern edge of Night City, the Arasaka Industrial Park. Perhaps the approach this Goro had chosen to strike at Arasaka? Well, I just had to ask him. Right next to the Arasaka Industrial Park was a construction site with no activity around it. If I wanted to scout the area, that's where I'd start. And if I were to locate Arasaka's former bodyguard, this is surely where he'd be. I circled the main floor, without finding any trace of Takemura. But I had this strange feeling of being watched... Someone grabbed me from behind and put a gun to my neck. "Who are you and who sent you? I can smell corpos when I see one!" "I used to be one called Victoria. A fixer, the best in town, gave me this address. Look, we share a common purpose here!" "Really, what is that goal?" "Arasaka stripped me of everything and left me for dead! Just like they did to you. I want to get them back!" "My apologies. Let me introduce myself properly, I'm Goro Takemura. I'm not seeking vengeance, but justice." "Another naming but the same idea, break Arasaka. What recon have you done so far?" "Come, follow me." I went upstairs with Goro, who shared his background and past with Arasaka. "I grew up in the slums before being spotted by Arasaka. I gave them everything I had, so much that I even became the CEO's personal bodyguard. And then, through political coups, Saburo died and I'm the one to blame..." "Damn that's harsh... Do you know who are the real culprits behind this mess?" "Several names have emerged, including his son and a handful of high-ranking members of the Arasaka organization. Some of them transit along the industrial zone, hence my presence today." We reached the highest floor of this under-construction building. Takemura pointed to the Arasaka site. Seen from above, it covered a huge part of the industrial zone. I analyzed the entry and exit points and the security measures in force, mostly human guards and a few machines. There was plenty of space to infiltrate the perimeter. "Do you see the AVs parked outside? Travel data are stored in this warehouse. And since you've previously collaborated with Arasaka, high-ranking members move exclusively with these." "Now I can figure out your plan Goro: get the data and hit them straight away. Who was the last passenger to use one of these vehicles?" "Arasaka's current Director of Special Operations, Susan Abernathy. I suspect she helped orchestrate the plot against Saburo." My blood boiled at Abernathy's mention, the bitch who had executed my boss Arthur Jenkins and left me for dead at the landfill, in vain. "I'm going in, I'm taking her out!" "No, Victoria, you'll wait. If the Arasaka industrial park goes on alert, the data will be deleted and so will we. Come on, let's go back downstairs and I'll explain what I have in mind." "Tomorrow night is the best opening. Enter by climbing the fence with the generator, pass through the maintenance tunnels, find the terminal with the flight info, all while avoiding security guards." "Sounds like a solid strategy. Leave it to me Goro, infiltration used to be my specialty." "Very well, I'll guide you through comms. Good luck Victoria."
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A few days after my victory, I got a call from Judy, the young woman I met at the final. I didn't have the time to chat with her, but Viktor had given her my contact details, because he knew we'd get on well together. Judy had arranged a meeting at the Cherry Blossom Market around nightfall. With my earnings, I had bought myself a new wardrobe and finally a motorcycle, an excellent vehicle for riding through Night City. I still had half my cash prize, which I kept in reserve until I could find a decent place to settle down. Judy was waiting for me on a bench above the market. "There she is, Eleanor the Celeste! Damn, I didn't think you'd win, but you did! Thanks to you, the Moxes and I made a lot of eddies!" "Please Judy, the thrill was all mine! To what do I owe this meeting?" "Well, Viktor told me where you lived, and I figured you could have something much better. Follow me. " "So Eleanor, what's your background? I've never heard your name anywhere in Night City." "Long story short, I used to be a corpo for Arasaka. A few months ago, I was kicked out flat... So since then, I've returned to my real name and I'm trying to survive, just like everyone else. What about you Judy?" "I'm a techie in braindance or BD. I work for the Mox in their HQ, at Lizzie's bar. You know the place?" "Yeah. So you're the genius behind these creations, you do a terrific job!" "Thanks! We're almost there." After a brief walk, Judy stopped in front of a modest building. "This is it. Okay, the building doesn't give you a good feeling, and it's underneath the freeway, but you'll see, the inside is much cooler than the outside!" "I certainly hope so, even my dingy motel is much fancier next to it." When we walked through the door of the fifth-floor apartment, Judy wasn't messing with me. "Damn, this is so cozy and I love the ambience. How much is it?" "You can rent it for 30,000 eurodollars and have it right away. Sounds good?" "Let's go for it! Thanks Judy, you're a real pro!" "You're welcome, I'll let you get settled, I have to go to the office. Why don't you come by the bar tonight? We'll have a drink to celebrate, okay?" "I'm in, baby!" I had a large living space with a lounge, a kitchen and this desk, overlooking the Corpos district. Again and again, the world revolved around them. But enough of that, today was my little victory, a nice place I could call home. After a motorcycle ride to the motel to pick up my things, I settled in. Jacket down, boots kicked off, I watched TV to kill time. Once past midnight, I'd get dressed to go out, take the train to Lizzie's bar and enjoy myself like a lady of the night. I didn't have much evening wear left, but this blue dress with its matching heels was really something! Wanna know a dirty secret? I never wear anything underneath. You suspected it, didn't you, you naughty boys! Well, if I play my cards right tonight, someone else will be delighted. I arrived outside the establishment after my train ride. A pretty building with cat-shaped neon lights tempting our darkest desires to spend eurodollars on BD and booze. My kind of dope. Judy notified me by phone that she had a technical glitch to fix, so I had to amuse myself alone in the meantime. "Bartender! Put this on my tab, I'll be back for more!" Once inside, I went straight to the bar for a beer to freshen up. I was in a festive mood tonight, and nothing would stop me from having an absolute blast. Upstairs, the nightclub area attracted my attention. And after a few beers in the system, let me tell you, I've got a hip swing that would make a showgirl blush. I'd joined a group of clubbers who were also dancing to the electro music playing in the room. I blew their minds, until I needed to refuel my body with liquor. When I returned to the bar, my memories became blurred mostly because of the beers and tequila shots. I was about to end up on shots of whisky before a friendly hand patted me on the shoulder. "Hey Eleanor, sorry I'm late, how are you holding up? Looks like you've been very busy. Let's call it a night, I'll take you back to my place, it's right around the corner from the bar." On the way to Judy's apartment, I remember tripping and collapsing in an alley, courtesy of my damn stilettos. I couldn't tell if she was angry or laughing, but she looked lovely in the neon lighting. It wasn't just the alcohol, but I had a little crush on Judy. I didn't know how it happened, but the heels were off my feet. I was half passed out, half sleeping in Judy's kitchen. She poured herself a glass of whisky and laughed at me, finally speaking up: "While I had to stop a hacker from stealing porn BD, the girl I was supposed to be celebrating with got so drunk I had to let her stay overnight. What a night, "Please shut up, my head aches so badly!" "How about a drink like mine? All kidding aside, I'm going to remove my make-up and take a shower. You in the meantime sober up here and I'll get the couch ready for you. Deal?" Recovery is the key. When Judy came out of the bathroom, all I wanted was to enjoy a torrid night with her. "What are you up to, Eleanor? Your gaze scares me a little." "Now that I'm feeling better, I'd like us to have some time together, to celebrate." "And what makes you think I want to do that tonight?" "Because you wouldn't have taken me to your place to begin with. Deep down, you feel the same way, don't you?" Judy froze at my words, not quite sure what to do or think. I pinned her against the giant aquarium and held her arms over her head. Tonight, she was mine. "Listen, I think you're gorgeous, clever and you give off a vibe that turns me on. Let me thank you, in my own way, for the apartment. Shall we?" No talk, but I took her nod in approval. In my eagerness, I carried Judy to her room. She wasn't thrilled with the idea, but she found her voice again. "Eleanor, put me down! I don't like this!" "Come on Judy, you don't weigh that much, I can take you to your bed." "You bitch!" "Save the sweet talk for what's coming, hmm?" I dropped Judy on the bed and took off my dress. She admired at my naked body, yet felt defiant with her feet raised towards me. "You're so beautiful, I could worship you and your soles all night long. However, for this first one, let's settle on something much simpler, yeah?" I got on the bed too. Judy removed her undies and we began foreplay. Her lips were so soft and her kisses so pure. She was no longer worried, she was back in control. Then, both of us on our knees, we groped each other's pussies. I could feel that she was as experienced as I was, knowing exactly where to lay her finger to make me moan. I returned the favor whenever she touched me. "Oh my, you were wonderful Judy! This body and your tattoos... It's making me even more crazy about you." "Thanks Eleanor, you caught me a little off guard but I loved it! You know what, let me give you one last treat, I can see you're craving for more." "Give everything you've got babe!" Judy got on top this time, kissed me while fingering me. No doubt about it, she had her way with women. I felt so much pleasure and passion from her, I wished it could last forever. "Looks like someone's arousal is maxed out, already wet down there!" After making me cum a second time for the night, Judy came closer and spoke softly in my ear. "I didn't expect any of this to happen on our first night, but I don't regret it! What a way to celebrate our new partnership, don't you think Eleanor?" "Oh yes, even if the alcohol made it easier! Damn, I'm worn out, you're a godsend Judy!"
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Chapter 2A Revised: The Party
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Red Sand Chapter 2 Revision.docx Hey folks, sorry about the year or so wait, had a lot of personal issues come up...But here is the revised portion of Chapter 2A, 2B will be coming along shortly. Enjoy and feel free to comment, share, etc. Above is the word document, just in case this one below has format issues. Chapter 2A: The Party The feeling of being stalked only grew more and more intense as I started to hear the panting, maybe some sort of animal must’ve slipped through the fences looking for food. The funny thing is though; I don’t see Ptra getting startled, which is strange because he usually attacks anything that frightens him. I guess I’m just imagining things. With my back turned, hands at the ready to grapple whatever is coming for me I felt a large mass knock me to the ground. I hit my head on the way down, causing me to roll over groaning, feeling something wet on my face. It was a tongue and not a human’s mind you; the tongue was followed with the smell of nasty ball breath and an incessant panting sound. I knew all too well who this assailant was; it was my most trusted ally, Leke. Somebody must have let the damn dog out of his pen and now he is running around licking people, filling my nostrils with his nasty dog breath. The big black and brown dog stood about the size of a large desert wolf, this is probably due to him being a wolf dog but one never knows these things for sure. The big lug has an almost completely lupine appearance, save for one of his ears being floppy like that of dogs. Along with this, he exhibits many dog like behaviors such as his enjoyment of fetching things. “You’re a good boy aren’t you? Even despite all your annoying quirks, aren’t you boy?” I mutter as I pet him, eliciting a content panting noise from him. However, I still get the feeling that my faithful companion was not my true assailant, this of course being confirmed by both Ptra and Leke becoming excited by some sort of presence near us. “Show yourself this instant!” I say as I turn towards the door frame cautiously, only getting a couple of muffled childlike chuckles and giggles in return. I decided to sneak up towards the source of the noise just outside of the doorway; as soon as I get out there I’m going to tackle the fiend just like I did big brother. I got right at the doorway waiting only a mere 5 seconds until I jumped out and lunged myself at the source of the noise, nothing could prepare me for the utter sense of embarrassment I would face. The thing that unnerved and almost frightened me was not some roaming beast or brigand, no; it was a pile of two dumb kids laid underneath me. My sibling rage started to boil as I knew who these hooligans were and what they wanted; the twins had always been trouble makers (even at the ages of 12) so I guess clownish behavior runs in the family. Mili and Taph were inseparable, even from birth they clung to each other like furs or linen on a cold desert night. Mili was technically the oldest of the twins (at least by a few seconds); her sandy brown skin matched her beautiful brown and green hinted eyes, whereas her messy long black hair glowed with its deep midnight hue. I did not know it at the time, but apparently she had the same “condition” that our oldest sister had; this information only being disclosed to my mother, father and Taph, outside of the midwives who delivered her. She was a feisty little scamp and in retrospect I now can see why, the anomaly often causes the people it effects to take on traits of their opposites, leading to some interesting behaviors. But none the less, I loved her and my other siblings dearly (save for the accursed one) even despite her faults. Mili can be a very rambunctious, outgoing and extroverted girl, usually behaving more like a young boy than a girl leading her to get into conflict and display unladylike behaviors publicly, whereas compared to Taph, who prefers to act in an opposite fashion to our sister. Taph was a very…..quiet child, way less outgoing and boisterous then our sister, he always would follow behind her like the weak little lamb that he was. He was even lighter than she was, which came to a surprise to us all as both our parents are dark of hue in the traditional Yoku fashion. His eyes were even stranger as they shone like topaz, a strange yellowish brown color emanating from them, giving him the impression of some sort of demon or cursed one, further leading to his shyness. Taph was always reluctant to go out anywhere because of his inborn meekness and the fact that most people saw him as some sort of freak; the fact that he was outside playing pranks on me with Mili shows that he is growing as a person, discarding his old self for something better and stronger. He too apparently was born with the “condition”, something even I cannot even comprehend to this day. “Why would the Gods permit this sort of abnormality, this mutation?” I do not know now nor did I know then. All these thoughts of mutations and the like running throughout my head did not curb their playful actions as they began to wrestle me even more, laughing hysterically, rousing Leke to jump in and start play growling at us. “Get off me you damn brats!” I said, being shaken out of my deep thought. “You Gods damned little shits keep playing pranks on me……and now this is your punishment!’’ I shouted quasi seriously causing Leke to bark in agreement. Picking both of them up under my arms, each secure under my defined musculature. Once I had the two brats, I hauled them over to the horse’s water trough (large enough to fit an adult man inside mind you) and threw them in soaking them thoroughly. “Ha! This is what you little bastards get, fucking with me!” “Didn’t you know by now? The oldest always wins!” I say triumphantly not knowing the truly impending danger I was in. While we were laughing and goofing off, I did not hear and was obvious to the heavy, thundering footsteps behind me. “Oh so does that mean I should win little brother?” I know that voice……it’s the voice of pure evil, the vile villain Kita. I could feel the gloomy aura radiate as my big dongo stood right behind me, her evil grin I’m sure, in full effect. Slowly turning I saw her form and much to my disgust, Kita (Gods damn her) had the regalia and armor of a Breton paladin, specifically a Daggerfelian style armor. Her shining adamantium chest and body armor fit nicely with her slender yet muscular form, the chest piece, pauldrons, gloves and greaves seeming as if they were just polished hours ago, unaffected by the weathering desert sands. She stood in her typical high and mighty fashion, spine straight, shoulders even and back, showcasing her vile toothy white smile to top it all off. Her hair was a strange red color; almost as if she had dyed it further making her strange purplish tinged brown eyes stand out even more. Her face was mostly pristine with minor scratches here and there furthering her meaning look. I cannot lie though…… as much as I hate my sister, (Ruptga knows I do) I must admit she is stunningly beautiful. She is even on par with the highest level of courtesans and noble women of the Republic; one might argue the most attractive woman in all of Hegathe. And this is coming from a man who has seen the many gorgeous women of Hegathe up close; she gives all the Raga women in the province a run for their monies. A classic Raga beauty like her knows she is top notch and she flaunts it, for every Jaharadin, Suten, and Navid in town. Her features were of a soft, womanly, and entrancing sort yet strong and arrogant, a deadly combination that I knew all too well. I looked at her stunning beauty with horror, as I knew this gold outer coating hid a deep and dark pile of shit underneath, the worst kind of corrupt and vile soul. She knew this and continued to smile, “How are my beloved siblings doing on this fine day?” she said in her typical fake enthusiasm. “Benu! You’re home” my younger brother and sister cheered, clamoring and chanting around her in a circle, their affection for her and their joy upon her arrival. They do not know how she truly is as they were naught but a thought in the minds of father and mother, they don’t know her like Jarad, Mene and Hakim do, even Leke and Ptra don’t like her and they’re animals! While being hugged by my two naive younger siblings, Kita looked from up above them onto Leke and I, reveling in her trickery and deceit. All she got in response was growling from Leke and the utter hatred showing in my eyes, that of which she responded to by stating in a callous tone, “Cute pooch, hopefully he doesn’t get into an accident later….”. “What do you mean big sister?” the twins say in almost a sort of unison “I thought he was a good dog?” “Oh you know me little siblings, I do love to joke” she said with her forked tongue, “I hate this bitch with a passion….. lying to our family”, I think as I look at the three of them embracing. “Why don’t you little angels run off to play somewhere else….maybe the dining hall perhaps?” she spoke in that foreign tongue, “Juji and I have some adult things to talk about”. Utter nonsense, but being dumb kids the twins bought the lie and ran at top speed towards the dining hall in the main building, a mile or two away from the stables. “You miss me juji-ki (little slave)?” she said in her low yet still venomous, melodic voice, “I know you miss our…..time together don’t you juji?” She really put some extra evil into that last one, trying to sound somewhat seductive and alluring as she fluttered her evil eyes at me. My cock was starting to get hard, almost as if my body remembers what I went through with this deadra in human flesh. “Why would I ever miss you?” “I had hoped you were dead in that last war we fought with those heathen elves!” I said with a mixture of fear, arousal, hatred and pride. “Fufufu…….juji you can’t get rid of me that easily, I will always be there for you” she said slowly and seductively, pure venom dripping from her mouth as she rubbed her hands across my toned chest. She was still about a foot taller than me and she played into our height difference by getting close, right to the point where I could smell the honey wine on her breath, looking down into my eyes, hers’ burning with her sick and twisted lustful fantasies. “Come with me juji…..” she said as she grabbed my arm, intending to lead me towards the guest house. She was met with some resistance from my enthralled being as part of me did not want to go with her. I stood firm, still strong enough to hold my own against the seasoned warrior, “I don’t want to go with you.” I said calmly. All she did was flash a look at me, her typical narrowed eyes with that wicked smile of hers, her soft yet firm hand guiding me to her plump and muscled butt, giving me a good feel of the jiggly mass. She always does this, she always plays with my feelings, manipulating me and I absolutely hate it. She knows I am attracted to her, she knows I hate her, and she knows why I hate her but still can’t resist. Her devilish charm always entranced any male that came before her, I was no exception. The urge was too strong to resist, her look flashing me back to the times when we were kids…ugh. “Fine, I’ll go” I say as I grope her plump ass through her brown pants, the words slipping begrudgingly out of my mouth. “Great, right this way” she said, taking my arm and leading me to the guest house. As we were beginning to leave the stable area Leke started to whine, probably not wanting me to go with this she devil, leading me to offer some sort of consolation to the doggo. “It’s ok boy, I’ll be alright……You stay here and hold down the fort” I said solemnly receiving a bark from Leke as he laid down on the grass, visibly riddled with worry. Kita and I walked through the least traveled part of the area, as not to arouse any suspicion of our destination nor intent, touring the fairly large expanse (for a private estate) near the beach. The guest house was far off; a ways away from the corral on the beachside, the long walk giving us a nice look at our large and ancient estate. The rolling fields gave way only to sparsely scattered palm and fruiting trees of tropical origin, with the occasional flower patch growing out of the various ponds that dotted the landscape, leaving the somewhat scattered orchard with an exotic aesthetic. The cool and gentle sea breeze kissed our windblown faces as we moved further to the home, only getting more enthralling as the various birds and beach life started moving around on their daily routines, making their usual noises. We continued to walk down the beach, enjoying the sights of the ocean for about a 10 minutes before reaching the guest house, the whole trip somewhat putting my mind at ease from the inevitable doom big sis had planned. The strange thing was though; Kita didn’t even talk to me, not one word throughout the whole trip…..odd to say the least. Walking the shoreline, we finally began climbing up the small hill, giving that murderous bitch the chance to occasionally look out of the corner of her eye at me, seemingly making sure she still had my in her clutches. Gods know this woman is the definition of crazy, her silence somewhat encouraging my assumption in some ways, something that is even more foreboding than I once thought. We had finally reached the guest house, standing quite regally near the end of the animal palisade on top of a hill overlooking the ocean, choosing to take the scenic route along the beach leading up to here. When we finally got up to the bottom most step of the place I could finally see the true quiet beauty of the place. It was built less in the traditional Yoku fashion of the Yoku in Heaghte and more like the buildings I have seen on my trips to Sentinel. The walls were painted a misty blue color, almost mirroring the ocean perfectly with the extra white trims on the house’s frame and exterior. The house was octagonal in shape and had a perimeter around it that formed the outdoor patio; it was well kept and had many straw and wicker furniture items like chairs, tables both large and small, lounge chairs, and the like. The sounds of multiple conversations in the common imperial tongue were steadily coming out of the open windows…. I thought this place was private? Apparently not, as we both saw two scraggly dressed nordic men come flying out of the easternmost window with a loud and destructive crash, probably fighting over money no doubt. Kita, upon seeing this, just laughed it off paying it little to no mind as she led me inside through the white doorway, I offered no protest. Inside it had an even more Sentinese feel to it than outside, the walls were a sky blue with waves painted on them giving them a rolling appearance. These patterns covered a main room that could fit about 30 or so people in it with the various lounge chairs and all. One of the ruffians, a redguard, saw me with her and proceeded to greet her all the while starting me down, “Oi Capitan Kit, who’s is this….boy yur travelin with?” He said looking me over suspiciously. His is accent was very strange for a fellow Redguard, even as a brigand he stood out, “This little shit is my brother, he’ll be accompanying me to the festivities” she said in a stern and plain voice. “You idiots better not break anything else, and don’t think I didn’t notice that window…..that’s minus 100 septims from the lot of you.” I see she pays them in imperial money, typical nudri lover. The brigand knew she was serious and tightened up his stance, “Yes ma’am we’ll get this here mess cleaned up right away!” he said as he shuffled off in the direction of one of the side rooms where all the commotion was coming from. “C’mon Div this is the last stop”, my sister said as she grabbed a bottle of Surlie Brothers wine, “Just up the stairs then I can show you something…” “Oh goody, a present!”, I said rolling my eyes at her rousing her ire just enough for her to give a light but still very much hard punch to the shoulder. I followed her lead, rubbing my arm up the main staircase to one of the rooms at the end of the hall on the right side of the balcony entrance on the second floor. The room had the white, ocean theme with only one difference, there was this odd symbol carved into the wood frame above the door. It looked as if someone had drawn crude rectangular, circular and triangular shapes into the wood with a sharp hunting knife. That wasn’t the only strange thing either, the carving seemed to glow a faint bluish purple deep indigo color, and certainly it must be a trick on my eyes because this shit is too weird. Anyway we heard moans coming from behind the door with the culprits being discovered soon after, the door gave way to a scene of two male pirates one a strange elf and another imperial taking a female dark elf by the throat and ass. Before I could say anything Kita yelled, “You fuckers fucking in my room again?!” “I told you idiots to stay the hell out of here!” I flinched hard at the sudden burst of outrage, and it appeared as if I was not alone because the other three miscreants fucking on her bed jumped right out off of the mattress like a grasshopper jumps leaves. “I..I..I’m sorry mistress it’s…it’s just when we came up here all the other rooms were taken, we had o go somewhere…..” the imperial said timidly urging the dark elf to get dressed. The elf just silently put on his undergarments and pants and stepped out of there avoiding Kita’s harsh gaze like a priest to a brothel, “I’ll just get outta here….” he said as the elf hurried out of the room leaving the imperial and the female elf alone with us. The imperial man was about to leave until suddenly he was halted midstride by my sister, with a strong hand on his chest, “Now this isn’t going to happen again is it? I’d hate to have to come and see your mother Cassius…” Kita said calmly. The look on this man’s face made me fear my sister even more; he looked as if he saw a wraith rape his mother to death, leading to a face of pure horror. That last bit put a fire under his ass and he ran out the door and down the stairs following the strange elf’s path. And then there were three, I thought looking at the attractive elven woman, sweat and other fluids flowing off her and out of her. It was all unbelievable, the whole situation, me following my sister like a lost puppy, these brigands fucking in my parents beach house, the fact that she brought her entire company with here to Hegathe, it was all too crazy to believe. The smacking of ass flesh woke me out of my reflection as I saw my sister slap the ass of the dunmer woman, “I’ll be calling you back next time love” she said as she winked at her before kicking her out of the room. “Finally it’s just you and me baby brother...” she said in a seductive and ominous tone as she pushed me down onto the stained filled, regal bed. Kita closed the doors to the balcony, drawing the curtains to as to get more privacy. She even closed the windows and cast some sort of spell from her hands leaving me sitting on the bed in a complete unnatural darkness. Now I was starting to get worried as horrible memories of my younger years with her started to creep back into my mind. Somehow she could sense my fear and told me to “No need to fret, I’ll take care of you”, whatever that means. I didn’t expect what happened next as she cast another spell, this one lighting up specifically placed candles with blue and purple flames, a most unnatural fire, that in conjunction with the candles, looked like some sort of daedric ritual. My fear rose even higher freezing me in my place at the edge of the bed, as the candles burned brighter emitting some sort of sweat aroma, making me tingly and hot inside. She seemed to be able to see in this dim light and poured some of the wine we had collected earlier, bringing glass in hand to me, opening mine, placing it in my hold. “Drink”, I hesitated for a second or two, feeling the strange stare of her eyes upon me as I sipped on the hot spiced wine. The moment I ingested that shit I felt it, my mind got hazy, my heart beating faster than a ritual drum and my dick became harder than the stone statue of Frandar in the city market district. The wine burnt on the way down leading me to believe she drugged me with some sort of aphrodisiac; this is why I fear her, because she always does shit like this. She took advantage of my delirium and pushed me down onto the bed, straddling me saying nothing, staring into my eyes with her traumatizing yet tantalizing gaze. I almost melted just seeing her pretty, slightly glowing enchanting eyes look at me with a warm yet cold, passionate yet distant appearance; if me phallus got any harder I would probably die. She saw this and rubbed my dick against hers……wait a minute hers? I forgot she was cursed; she could both sire and bear children, a once rare abnormality that was becoming more widespread for some unknown reason. She, still saying nothing, took my throbbing, fully erect penis out of my pants and rubbed it ever so gently against her bulge and between her fingers, sending tingles down my spine. She was trying to get me to blow my load first, but they don’t call me Divaad the Philanderer for nothing! Gritting my teeth and gripping her hips, I stay vigilant and focused on not succumbing to her touch, my hatred for her helping me focus all my energy into not falling for her tender ministrations. “Awe, you’re no fun baby brother” she said in a sarcastic pouting face, her tone dripping with blatant sarcasm and sadistic humor. “I guess I’ll have to up the stakes….wouldn’t want to let down my favorite sibling...” She didn’t have to say anything else, I knew what she was going to do…. preparing for the worst I mentally braced myself. “Gods I don’t want to die like this” I pleaded in my mind, too frozen with fear, lust and anticipation to say it. I did not expect of her what she would do next, leaving me in utter surprise as she let down her gorgeous, long, brown hair and leaned into my face just, staring at me. She was so close I could feel her breath, it smelled of a mix of expensive wine, and honey, a sweet smell that she saw I enjoyed. I couldn’t take it anymore I had to do something! I cupped her face and kissed her deeply, swirling my tongue around hers as we connected, she did not resist me one bit. When we broke the kiss, letting the strands of saliva that connected us fall onto my face, I could see the wickedest smile across hers, an omen of what was to come. “My, my little Div is a frisky little one isn’t he?” “We’ll have to teach him some manners” she said as she kissed me back this time she enlisted the help of her wet tongue, ours swirling together once more, fighting for dominance, only breaking the kiss to breathe and moan. When we broke the third passionate kiss, once again saliva formed strands around our tongues leaving it to drop down onto me, dirtying my face more with our collective “product”. I could tell I was getting to her to as the sight of this made her nipples even harder, hard enough to be visible through her shirt in the dim candlelight. She knew I could see this and just jumped up standing up on the bed leaving me to heave and puff in the dim light. She was taking her clothes off as I could feel undergarments hitting me in the face, hearing a subsequent laughter come behind said action…..silly cunt. I threw them to the side only to find her pulling my pants down all the way, fully removing both our clothes. The moment my pants practically flew off my penis shot to attention even harder than before, looking damn near like a bending a palm rod, “Wow little brother who knew you had such a……sharp, curved sword on you”, Kita said before she kissed my tip like that of a mother would her newborn. “I think we should see if you are worthy of such a prize” she said, dripping words full of seduction and lust as she lowered her practically oceanic pussy onto me. She was so wet in fact that she missed aiming herself onto me a few times; apparently not caring too much it seemed as each time we touched she shuddered and groaned even more. If I wasn’t focused on lasting through this ordeal I would have came right then and there, the volcanic heat emanating from her twat alone could drive an adult man insane, let alone a young man like myself. Nonetheless, I persevered until she finally got it in, lowering herself slowly onto my hulking, fat and veiny, ebony cock. I could feel her tense up as the first few inches slid into her vice like nani, the pressure making her quiver causing her to squeeze me even harder. By the time she had engulfed my full length she had came at least three times leaving my legs wetter than the wharf on a stormy day. The moisture even traveled up to her dick as it slapped wetly against my abdomen, flying strands of pre cum all over my body and hers as she slowly rode me. It appears as if she can control which organs she orgasms by to some degree and that is a good thing because nobody wants a face full of seed….. except a whore of course and I am not such a creature! What could I do at this onslaught but grit my teeth so hard I thought I was going to break my jaw, no lover and I mean no lover could have prepared me for this; this was the most intense intercourse I could have imagined. I gripped the sheets in one desperate attempt after another, trying to hold on and win this silly little contest. She deiced to up the ante during our sensuous tryst starting to gyrate her body left and right, back and forth as she rode me. This onslaught of passion combined with the kisses she loving planted on me was too much to handle….fuck I’m going to release soon. “Come inside of me Div, show me you are a real man and not some weak little boy!” “Make me yours!” She knew I was due to deliver as that bulge in her uterus could be seen twitching and moving, my pumps rubbing past all her most sensitive spots as I pounded her from entrance to cervix powerfully. I had never fucked so hard in my life and she loved it, the whole thing to her made her even more horny. “Let’s come together, shoot your load in me!” She screamed out as she blew her large load all over my toned ebony skin, dripping her seed onto my belly and her cunny juices onto my legs, further soaking me and the bed. I couldn’t hold back and came with such ferocity letting out a roar that could rival that of a lion, “Ah! Take it all you bitch!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as the most powerful shot after shot of seed I ever released came out of my pulsating, grape fruit sized nutsack. It was like my entire body, no, my entire being gave one combined response; I have never felt so good in my life. I can’t stop coming, every time I try and pull out her pussy keeps sucking my in and squeezing me like a serpent choking a foul. The sexual energy we both emitted was so powerful that it created an aura light effect, her bluish purple aura mixing with my red one, lighting up the room in the most beautiful colors on par with that of the beginning of sunset outside. I had come inside of her at least 20 times, her belly bloating to advanced pregnancy stages, the pressure from my massive load and her stretching skin forcing her to come even more than I did leaving me and the bed soaked in her various juices and secretions. I couldn’t pull out even if I tried and just laid there breathing heavily letting her collapse onto me, both of us forming a sweaty sticky mess. “I’m not cleaning this shit up, you know…” I said weakly due to my shortness of breath. “Don’t expect me to do it kala (fool) you literally fucked the life out of me” said Kita, breathing even harder said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while after this” the realization causing her to laugh profusely. The feeling was contagious so I too started to laugh, especially when she does her signature snort when she finds something funny, “Idiot, it was your fault for teasing me, and having a tight ass pussy like yours”. All she could do was weakly punch my chest as she lay on it laughing and giving me her sarcastic looks, “You know you love it baby brother, no woman could do that to you, that’s why you keep coming back for more” said Kita with a chuckle. I just looked at her, smirking and the like trying to pull out but for some reason not being able to; every time I try to pull out of her I felt this burning sensation, a swelling feeling hit me. “Why can’t I pull out of you?” I started to panic; if my rod was broken I could never live with myself. “Relax crybaby, it’s just a little precaution I put for a time such as this” “What do you mean precaution? Why do I feel like I was bit by a spider on my dick?”, I say as I looked worriedly into her ominous eyes. “I put a spell on you so that I can make sure you do your job.” “What are you talking about Kit?” “Give me a Gods damned straight answer!” I was starting to get annoyed as I gathered the strength to lift her off of her comfortable position on my chest shaking her a bit, “What in the name of the Gods do you mean by spell, what manner of witchery are you up to?” She said nothing as she shook her head telling me to scoot back as I leaned my back up against the headboard, her sitting on my lap; she guided my hand to her bulging belly. “Are you smart enough to figure it out now you sand for brains?” Is this cunt serious? Does she actually mean what I think she means? No she couldn’t that is forbidden she would never….. But it can’t be anything else, the bitch! She would have our whole family destroyed over this. “You can’t be serious, do you know what you have done, what WE have done?!” She just stared at me blankly, “Yes I know what YOU have done brother or should I say lover…. husband maybe?” I instinctively jumped up out of bed leaving her to stretch out at my cum slicked cock’s sudden absence; the large knot sized swelling seems to have gone away some, although not completely as I looked down and saw almost a dog like bulge under the base of my shaft. “You’re crazy; your time with those pasty, deranged Bretons has made you soft in the head!” I’m in full panic mode now and hurriedly put on my pants and clothes headed for the door when I am stopped by a steel knife flying past my ear, landing straight into the doorframe. “Have a seat baby brother” Kita said sternly, leaving me no other option but to do just that if I want to keep my head so I sit back down on the bed. She wraps her arms around me sand kisses my neck, “No, my time with the foreigners made me realize something… no man nor woman can satisfy me.” “I do not wish to be with anyone but you little brother, no one else is worthy of me in any way….” “You are MINE and I am yours this is what I had to realize being separated from you for so long” she said in a loud and stern voice. “I did this to make sure you don’t get stupid and tell anyone about our relationship until I say so…. This child will tie us together forever, hence the need for it.” “On that note I wonder what gender it will be; I really hope it’s a boy…” she says as she looks off into the ominous flames, still cradling my neck as she daydreams. While she was trailing off into imagination I broke from her embrace, racked with fear and guilt. She had done it to me again, just like when we were kids except now it’s even worse, now I have to figure out how to hide this, and keep her at bay while raising our child…. “N...no I can’t do this!” I shout as I run towards the knife grabbing it and tackling her on the bed. We both scuffled a bit until she was on top and quietly and calmly telling me, “Go ahead and do it”, her hands holding the dagger to her chest, drawing some trickles of red blood, “Kill me and end this because if we can’t be together then I don’t want to live.”, she said calmly, yet in an obviously hurt tone. That last part moved me, suddenly I was free from the panicked violent haze that led me to attack her, my newfound clarity saw the genuine tears rolling down her face and the hurt in her voice, this woman I hated so much actually cared for me. I had thought this was just another one of her sick mind games, another trial she felt she had to impose upon me, but no, she was deadly serious. This madwoman actually cared for me, her own baby brother, these are strange days indeed. Why me? Why now? I don’t understand any of this and the confusion, mixed feelings and doubt even make me tear up, “I….I’m sorry…. I didn’t mean too….” All I could say was I’m sorry, still confused and coming into my clarity, the noticeable stutter in my voice making it all to clear to her that I was sincere; all she did was sigh and wipe her tears away, casting the knife away and moving off of me to the other side of the bed. She didn’t even face me once as she got under the covers, huddled up like a scared child during a storm, all the while making my heart sink even further. This woman is my big sis and regardless of how evil she was in the past, she is still my family and seems to have changed somewhat from her years away from home. She seems to have more compassion and kindness than she did before, not much but enough to be noticeable and as she was lying in the bed huddled up I couldn’t help but feel sorrow overtake me. “No matter what she did she still is my sister and therefore family”, I thought to myself, “We don’t abandon family, especially the ones who carry our progeny.” I reached out to her, touching her only slightly as she moves away, as if to avoid further contact, I knew I fucked up then. “Look Kita, I’m sorry it’s just that…..you overwhelmed me will all this….” “The way you treated us during our childhood combined with all that transpired today…it’s just…..confusing and I don’t know what to do…”, I said in the most somber and hurt tone I could conjure up, I knew she was playing the female game of shifting blame so maybe I can make sense of this better if I do the same. I saw her covers move down as she sat up, perky breasts jiggling and eyes still watery with tears, she sniffled before uttering sorrowfully, “I know I did some horrible things, and I can’t hope to explain it all away, but I hope that you can see my love for you is genuine, and I am eternally sorry for what I did!” she said as she starts to cry again. “On my journeys I came to realize what I was missing, why I singled you out for abuse, it was love….”, she looked up at me, leaning her head into my chest as she sniffled. Love? What is love? If it is anything like this then I don’t know if I want it, this spiral of contradictions and powerful emotions, I can’t make sense of this. I still have to comfort her though after all she has changed, and she is the future mother of my child apparently so I have to be there for her. Brushing the hair out of her face I cup her cheek, “I don’t know what it is but….I believe you, for some reason I feel the same way about you.” “I don’t know why or how but I truly care for you….as crazy as that sounds.” I felt two arms come across me as we embraced, almost squeezing the wind out of me as she held me close. Time almost stood still as she held to me, her large double d cuped breasts smashing against my chest, breathing softly behind my head, “Thank you, little brother you don’t know how much what you said means to me” she said with an ecstatic tone in between her sniffles. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me….the moment I held you as a baby I knew that we were connected.” The affection didn’t end there as she seemed to get even more touchy, seemingly breaking her longstanding character, as she began kissing my neck and humming some kind of foreign tune. I still feel weird about this, all things considering and I still think this is all a bit overwhelming but who am I to judge the minds of women… confusing creatures they certainly are. “Well since you stuck a baby on me I have to at least be nice to you big dongo” I said in a plain but calm voice, I probably shouldn’t have as this made her even more hyper. “Oh I’m so glad you’ve come around little brother, this will make everything so much better”, she said breaking the affectionate action she was previously doing. I grabbed her chin with both of my hands, directing her eyes towards mine, and starting into her deep, colorful eyes I told her how much I love her and how since we are bonded I would protect her, eliciting tears of joy that came running down her face. I guess now that we are bonded like this I have to make an effort to keep her safe, at the very least until she delivers our child. She made it abundantly clear that she wanted to continue our love making as I could feel her penis rubbing against my abdomen, her hands guiding mine to cup her plump ass and her breasts. I however needed to get some air and hopped out of bed, much to her dismay and put on my undergarments intent on heading to the balcony. By the time I got outside the sun was just beginning to set, apparently we had been fucking for a few hours making the party an even closer reality. These thoughts subsided however as the sea breeze hit me, cool yet warm at the same time, I gazed upon the waves hitting the white beach below and the various animals enjoying the weather, like the dolphins running about in the water doing their usual horseplay. My mind calmed even more so, letting me take in a deep contented breath to truly take in all that was around me. The only thing that snapped me out of this relaxing hypnosis was the familiar feeling of a certain pair of slender and lithe yet strong arms wrapping around my waist. “It’s beautiful isn’t it…” Kita said in a relaxed voice, that more familiar tone of hers that I have known for so long, “Yes it is…although not as beautiful as you my desert jewel!” I say sweeping her off her feet, somewhat awkwardly smiling, pinning her between me and the balcony, garnering a hysterical laugh. “Ha ha ha stop it Div, you big oaf!” she said as she beamed with humor and joy. “I have to say…” I say leaning in to kiss her luscious lips “This is the happiest I’ve seen you since I’d say...Hmm….about five minutes ago” I say cheekily, trying to mask my conflicting and troublesome emotions via humor. Blowing a raspberry at me, she followed up with a most appreciated response, “I guess you bring this side of me out, lover”, blocking my response with a kiss, one of the lightly most childish kisses I’ve ever experienced. “Plus that cock of yours drove me dick crazy, I lost control of myself for a bit”, she smiled, seemingly in a better mood….certainly containing to throw me for a loop. I continue to play it off, “Whoa! Do you kiss our mother with that mouth?” I say still obviously dripping with jovial humor. “No, just you love” she said with a smile and another peck at the lips. As we stood there kissing for what felt like an eternity I remembered I was supposed to go head to the family tomb and retrieve the ceremonial sword for this year’s festival. “Well big sis, as much as I would like to spend the day reshaping your orifices, we have a gathering to prepare for and I doubt they would want either of us to miss it.” I smirk as I kiss her one last time, turning to face her “Ugh not this again, I hate going to these ridiculous parties with all our stuffy aunts and uncles…..sometimes I wish I wasn’t in this family especially considering we’re related to that sniveling rat of a cousin we have.” “Which one is that? Cousin Kuma? He isn’t that bad, he’s just…..sickly I guess.” “No not Kuma, Rezean and Drifa’s son Jiwol…you know the soft one.” “I’ve never met him Kit remember, uncle Rezean and aunt Drifa were living in the Imperial City at the time I was born.” “Oh, yeah, I forgot you were a just a child back then….still are” she said in a teasing tone, “Funny, you weren’t thinking that when I was making you grip those bed sheets now where you?” I fired back smiling, my mood lightening somewhat. “Ha ha, maybe I should say this guy is the only grown one then” she made sure to highlight the seductive joke aimed at the reproductive tool she was grabbing on me, “You are packing some real weaponry here little brother, it’s a shame such a guy like yourself would have it and not someone like me.” “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean, oh exalted brood mother”, that last comment granting me a view of how far she could roll her eyes back into her head. “Ha! you wish, then you’d be my woman little bro…” she said as I felt a slap on my toned ass. “Like that shit will ever happen…. you’re dealing with a real man here Kitty I’m not some feminized Breton nudri!” I say triumphantly, chest poked out and muscles flexing. “Keep dreaming buddy, you might want to work on your technique a bit then, least you look like a green gilled fish” she said as she laughed with glee at the constant teasing, slipping her had down my garments to caress my member. “I made you howl in ecstasy did it not?” earning another eye roll and chuckle I bit back “Yeah that’s what I thought miss sexual goddess” I said in my most sarcastic and playfully vindictive tone. “But alas my sweet, sweet lady I must bid thee goodbye as I have to get ready for this party we’re having”, I say as I break away from her getting another slap on my ass from the nude woman, “Don’t forget your clothes baby brother.” She stood there, letting her large cock, balls and more womanly assets dangle, jiggle and sway in the wind as she watched me, “What a bitch….” I murmur, chuckling to myself as I head towards the dimly lit room to find my clothing. “No brother of mine will be caught dead in those rags” she said walking briskly past me, pointing at my gear, cradling flame in her hands. Wait she intends to burn my clothes! The nerve of this woman! “Stop don’t touch any of those clothes, those are priceless!” I say holding up our fore fathers garb. “I see you are just like father…holding onto the past…very well do as you wish husband” she said somewhat amused. Pulling some sort of bundle from out of her pack on the floor next to our clothes she brought out some weird amulet, “Wear just this then, think of it as a luck charm from your beloved’’ she said holding out a somewhat large necklace made of some weird metal and bone. The necklace most eye catching piece was shaped like some sort of foreign horned animal, maybe a lizard of some sort judging by the teeth carved into it. “Why give me this ugly piece of trash?” I ask quizzically, “It will protect you from violence, that’s all I will say about it, just put it on juji” she said motioning for me to accept the gift. Seeing as I am still somewhat suspicious of her and had been giving a dogs knot as some sort of curse by her, I am reluctant to keep it on me, making it hard to trust her. However, I find it still hard to resist her requests….especially when she is naked and looking at me like that, “Fine you can put this dumb thing on” I say in a groan. “Good, let me just put it around your neck...” she said taking her hand off her hip and lightly kissing me before taking it around my neck, adorning me with the amulet fasting the hooks together around me. “There was that so bad?” she says as she guides me to the mirror in the washroom, “It looks super…..stupid” I say looking at it in the mirror around my neck. Cradling my shoulders and rubbing my chest, she just kisses my cheek and smiles, “You’ll get over it you’re a big boy.” Patronizing cow…. “Well I should get going to get ready for the ceremony, I heard from Jarad that everyone is going to be there tonight.” “Well don’t let the soon to be mother of your child hold you up from your party” Kita said in a sarcastic but hurt tone. I guess she really wants me to stay with her, or maybe she is playing one of her mind games again? Whatever it is I’m going to this gathering, when I man says he’s going to do something he better do it, “Don’t be like that sis, we can meet tomorrow and keep the love going” I say as I kiss her forehead, doing some silly air thrusting, causing my large member to flop around atop my balls against the sink. She looks distantly trailing off into the direction of the balcony as if something was wrong, “Yes, tomorrow….” Well its official this female is crazy, absolutely stark raving mad…. I should keep all the weapons away from her anytime we copulate. “Well you can sit here and brood but I am going to get the Oblivion out of here and go to this function.” Before I can take one step towards the door, the naked warrior woman grabs me, “Be careful Divaad, I couldn’t bear to lose you….you always must remember that to me you are everything and…” she started to tear up trying to finish her sentence, “Hey, hey don’t cry I assure you everything will be alright and just like I said tomorrow I’ll come back to visit you” I say in a comforting tone. “Ok…” she somberly says as I wipe the tears away from her pretty face, “Besides who want to hurt me, just look at me I’m just so….handsome!” I say proudly, earning a giggle from my saddened, strange and suspect sister, “You buffoon, always making jokes…” she laughs, still maintaining her somber appearance as I lean in to kiss her one last time, moving to put on the rest of my clothes. She, watching me intently just sits on the bed, smiling…in the nude, as I finish lacing up my boots. “We’ll see you around you emotional wreck!” I say jokingly as I walk out the door only hearing a hint of sorrow in the laughter behind me. I head down the stairs to the door way only to be bumped into by a big, ugly, hairy orc “Watch where you’re going shrimp” he says spirits on his breath and anger in his voice. “I could say the same to you, you big green drunkard.” I don’t care how big he is, even if he is a few feet taller than me he can still get knocked out cold. I stare up into his eyes, matching his level of anger both of us not relenting, drawing the attention of the whole band of ruffian’s attentions. “Gromlag that’s enough, stand down!” I hear the angry voice of big sis booming from upstairs. “Back off him or else!” I hear him grumble and brush past me whispering “Watch yourself boy” as he follows his commander’s orders and sits at the bar next to the bay windows. “Get out of here you fool” Kita says to me blowing a kiss so subtly that no one noticed. I being the jester that I am caught it and laughed my way out of the building, masking my utter disdain for that whole exchange with that damn greenskin lout….Not to mention the confusing feelings I have for my sister and all the evil bullshit shes known for. “Who in the name of the Gods does he think he is telling me on my own land what to do?!” I think to myself, “The nerve of some people I swear” I think as I travel back down the hill to the beach in hopes to reach the tomb in less than an hour. I finally make it past the beach back onto the ranch lands when I feel the sudden foreboding feeling of being watched, as I make it to the corral fence line. I feel like it is coming from somewhere above the courtyard about a few paces past the end of the fence line. “Whatever, it’s probably just my imagination….”, I think to myself as I head towards the tomb, small pyramid complex on the far east side of the corral. About three quarters of the way I saw a familiar face talking with one of the guards. It was my father’s brother, uncle Mavi, wearing his Dune Dweller turban and robes. He notices me walking down the sandstone path and waves shouting, “Hey nephew come on over here!” This being my favorite uncle, I jog briskly over to him seeing somewhat, my own athletic abilities. When I finally reached where the two were standing and talking I saw clearly the visage of both the men. My uncle, being the tall and muscled man that he is, stood at least two or three feet above the brave soul that guards our property. He was an extremely dark skinned man, almost shining iridescently in the desert sun, his skin only slightly darker than his beard and dreadlocks which hung down to his shoulders and chest starting their journey from under his turban. It was obvious my uncle had just come back from one of the tribal meetings of the Dune peoples of this land, seeing as he wore his chiefly robes embroiled with various golden, red and blue animal characters representing where his tribe the Mu’twaili Dune Dwellers hail from, the Hegathe region. The Mut’waili, the other Dunesman, The Chainer’s, and the Ashaaba ethnic groups are all on very friendly terms with our clan along with most of the branch houses that live in this land (mostly due to my uncles’ works in the area), one might even consider them allies of our house as many of our relatives are married into either one or multiple tribes including my uncle. “Something the matter Jackal?” uncle Mavi said. Before I could say anything in response I was saluted by the guardsman, Jano I think his name was, “Sir” he said in a flustered voice trying to be professional after his long chat with my uncle. Jano looked to be about around my age, possibly a little bit older, as he looked a little green, “Probably one of my brother’s newer recruits” I thought to myself. He looked fresh faced and his green tinted eyes looked nervous and inexperienced. “You do not have to salute me brother, we are all family here…more or less!” I say in a somewhat loud yet dignified manner. “We are all Yoku are we not?” “This makes us kin and brothers in arms against evils like the elves.” It seems as if my last comment triggered us all as we all spit on the ground in unison on the mention of the Thalmor dogs. “If I could skin at least 100,000 Thalmor cowards I would still not be satisfied!” uncle said with a hateful booming shout. “Aye sir, those Thalmor bastards deserve every Hell in Oblivion as far as I’m concerned!” Jano said with steely resolve, changing the green look about his tanned face to one of pure hatred and malice. “Yes, their agents must be rooted out of our homeland and destroyed, like the foul beasts they are.” I say boldly, adding to the sentiment, “But, nevertheless, I am pleased to see both of you gentleman alive and well!” I say excitedly reaching to shake my uncle’s hand and give him a hug of brotherhood, intending to do the same to the young guard. “My nephew you and your brothers must visit Mu’twaililand sometime soon, we are holding a tournament that I think you lot would be interested in” my uncle said to me arm around my shoulder, “There will be lots of young maidens there, plenty for you and your brothers young hearts to swoon over, no?” Ha ha, that is my uncle a man after my own heart, pretty much an older version of me, or at least what I would want to be. No offense to my father as I care for him dearly but he is a bit of a third hump on a camel, a true stick in the mud with no sense of adventure. “Uncle you know me well, I will endeavor to make an appearance at your tourney” I say beaming with excitement. “Great lad, just make sure you don’t hog all the women and be sure to share some with the rest of us, after all there is no limit to how many wives a chief can take, ha ha!” “Why don’t you come too Jano, I’ve heard the Mu’twaili women have a soft spot for virgins!” I say jokingly laughing hysterically with my uncle drawing a bashful look from Jano “With all due respect sir, I don’t think my love life is something to be discussed!” said Jano somewhat frustrated but still understanding of the humorous nature of it all. “Relax my friend” I say as I pat him on the back, “I am sure you have bedded many an old woman in your day!” This one made us all laugh even harder than before, even Jano couldn’t contain himself! “Yeah, yeah you had your fun sir” he said rolling his eyes chuckling. In my quite grand display of humor my necklace must have slipped into view of my uncle and upset him because he immediately stopped laughing at the sight of it, “Divaad where did you get that necklace?” he said in a curious but stern tone. I knew something was wrong as my uncle is never serious about anything unless it is catastrophic in nature, “I got it from Kita uncle, why is there something wrong?” “Kita you say…hmm let me examine it a bit…” I hand over my necklace to him, “Hmm yes this is an Amulet of the Horned Serpent, something not to be trifled with” he says seriously after looking it over a bit. “You might be too young to remember but the Cult of the Horned Serpent were a bunch of deviants…. Murderers, necromancers, nudri, and criminal scum that tried to take over Hegathe backed by Thalmor gold about 10 years ago.” “They almost did so if it weren’t for the efforts of our house and a handful of other brave Yoku that stopped them.” “I got this scar from fighting one of their giant reanimated horned snakes” he said as he lifts up his robes to show a truly grizzly scar craved from his left side to his right side, the zig zag pattern showing the shape of sharp teeth. “The damned thing got me in its mouth when I tried dodging one of its other strikes.” “I would have died that day if it wasn’t for your father Divaad, he saved me by losing an ebony orichalcum arrow right into the creatures skull.”, uncle said proudly. Wow, I didn’t know the old man had it in him, I always believed him to be a paper pushing bureaucrat or business obsessed workaholic. I guess people really do change with age, I thought as I let him continue. “Your father and I were as thick as thieves, philandering, adventuring, drinking; we did all the things that young foolish men do and then some.” In fact your father taught me and your uncles how to seduce a woman, he being the oldest and most suave; he had all the women swooning over him.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if you and your siblings have more relatives out there the way he was operating! But then again the men in our family are known for their vitality to put it best.”, uncle jokes, laughing a bit and probably reminiscing on his own kids Never knew the old man had it in him, never judge a book by its cover I guess. “Tell me uncle was father also a demigod as well? Back in the day did he have beams that shot from his testicles?” I respond jokingly, “I don’t think so nephew, or at least I’m not aware of any!” “Maybe the beams are the purest of white and quite sticky hmm?!” said uncle in an even more humorous tone. Our banter back and forth was too comedically rich and led the young guardsman to cry himself with laughter; this only encouraged us to laugh even harder. “Ah ha ha…but yes jackal” uncle said, whipping some tears from his eyes still rich with the spirit of laughter, “You should inform your brothers of the tournament, I’m sure Ki’ata will be there, she has been anxious to see you.” Ki’ata was my tough roughhousing cousin; she, I and our other relatives around our age would fight and wrestle all day whenever we would visit. Last time I saw her she was almost unmistakable from that of a boy. Ki’ata being the rebellious cur that she was would always start a fight and insist on completions of athleticism, strength and combat, seeking to outdo all the boys especially me. Whether it were killing beetles, eating disgusting things, and wrestling to see who is strongest or seeing who can throw rocks the farthest, she was always trying to one up me. We were close though, I would tell her everything as she was practically one of my sisters. I told her of my first experience with a woman, she told me about her attraction to the fairer sex; we even had our first sip of the sweet Habo nectar together in our favorite spot under the palm tree near the beach….which led to an accidental kiss between us…..Ah….good times… I even told her about that time I got captured by that young neried, “Ah those were some good times I thought to myself…” a big goofy grin extremely visible on my face. While I was daydreaming about the past, the guard Jano spoke up, “Who is Ki’ata and if you don’t mind me asking why do you swoon for her so lord Divaad?” Swoon? The fool, I do not swoon, I am simply remembering good times! “Ki’ata is my middle child Jano, she is about the same age as Divaad here, although they have not seen each other in years they share a bond that reminds me of the bond I shared with his father, when they were little they were practically inseparable!” said uncle. “Ah I see, lord Divaad sure knows a lot of women…” “Are you jealous Jano?” “Are the old women not doing it for you anymore?” I wittily snap back in jest. “Ok I get it, I’m not as proficient with the female kind as you, and you don’t have to bring it up all the damn time!” I can see that Jano is beginning to get upset at all the constant verbal disemboweling we are giving him. “Ok, ok I’ll cease, it’s not my fault you are such an easy target.” I say patting Jano on the back to let him know once again that we are all friends here. “I should charge you lot extra for this abuse” Jano said jokingly, “My friend I would pay a man like you a hundred tokens of finance, my dear friend!” I say with my arm around him waving up at the sky in a sweeping motion. All uncle could do at this was sigh and shake his head, laughing all the while. “But yes don’t let us keep you from your task Divaad, your father told me that you needed to go to our forefathers graves to retrieve the Sword of Ka’no.” “Make haste young one…..and ahh oh yes I forgot, take this ring with you as a birthday present.” The ring he handed me was smooth, and jet black with greenish inlays swirling around it as if it were some sort of sand storm. The ring also had several shiny rubies set into its shiny black metal; about seven well cut circular rubies shining like the sands of the Alik’r on a hot summer day. “This ring is the Ring of Red Sand, it was given to me by one of the elders of the tribe, he had a vision of you and told me to give this item to you. The ring has the power to absorb the blood of your enemies filling the carvings and unleash it into a sandstorm the shape of which the wielders mind will have to form. Once you put the ring on it will bond with you granting you speed, perceptions beyond that of a regular man and the strength of an elephant. The ring taps into your own soul and those who are worthy may wield its power and discover their full potential, however once you put this ring on it will be bonded to you and I can’t stress this enough, you will have to train to be able to wield its power. If you are weak and do not train on how to harness the rings power while in control you will be subject to its battle lust and murderous intent turning you into a savage killer with no remorse. You will be as the sands of the desert are, harsh and unforgiving, cold and desolate. The ring will strip you of your personality, your memories and inhibitions, making you into a murderous lunatic with no distinctions between innocent or scoundrel.” Uncle looks at me stoically and seriously, “Divaad you must heed my warning and not put this ring on until absolutely necessary, also listen to me and train with the ring when you do!” “Steel yourself and focus your mind to its full potential as that is the only way to control the bloodlust the ring has!” I have never seen my uncle so serious before, it’s almost frightening. To think that this ring no bigger than a coin could have this much raw power! Amazing! “I will follow your instructions to the letter uncle; I have no intention on ending up like some of the hapless adventurers in my studies.” I say somewhat seriously, still in awe of the gift and its terrible power. “Good jackal, heed my advice and you should be fine, the elder assured me of this.” Uncle put his hand on my shoulder, “You father raised a fine young man, it’s a shame more of our youth aren’t as bright as you and young Jano here Divaad” he said as he patted both of us on the back, “If only your cousins could be more like you Divaad they wouldn’t be getting into so much trouble!” If only he knew the nonsense I have done in my short time being alive, it’s a good thing he doesn’t live here in Heidigh. “Well I must depart uncle, I have matters to attend to, fare the well Jano and kinsman!” I say in a proud, yet warm tone. “I shall see you both at the affair? Yes?” “Not this time Divaad I’m afraid myself and your cousins must depart early from the party, we will stay about an hour or two before the drinking starts as we must go back home to tend to some affairs there” Uncle said plainly. “I’m sure Jano will be on duty there, maybe he might even find himself a woman there, hmm?” Uncle said, face wide with a smirk. “I hope so uncle, I hope so…” I say walking away, bound towards the tomb leaving the two to continue conversing. Looking down at the amulet and ring I was given I pondered my life so far on the way to the tomb as I often have when visiting grandfather and the renown ancestors. I remember that time I was abducted by that young neried when I was younger, the serpent’s amulet reminding me of the way her skin felt. I was walking on the beach by the guesthouse on a hot Loredas day, doing what silly children do, trying to find an adventure out of sheer boredom. Being accidentally left behind when my family went on a trip to Sentinel to visit the Sultan and his family, I was left to my own devices with only my caregiver Big Mama Delinga to care for me. Big Mama Delinga was a kind yet stern woman, strong and wise, being my elderly maternal great grandmother she was often sleeping when she should have been watching me and my younger siblings. This was one of those times, although I remember her saying to stay away from the water before drifting to sleep on the beach house furniture specifically the old rocking chair that grandfather made for her before he passed on. She had warned me of the dangers of the sea and how our ancestors faced terrible beasts on in and around these waters, Sea Serpents, Dreugh, Krakens, Sea Dragons, Sea Elf pirates, and possibly worst of all a type of water spirit called a Neried. I never listened to her until it was too late and her being too old to keep up with me all the time, I would frequently run away and go on mini adventures in the areas surrounding our property. Even at the ripe age of 12 I was mature for my age, using reason and logic, staying away from petty or potentially dangerous things as I knew their peril. I however, could not shake that need for adventure from time to time, even now I have a hard time culling it at certain times, and it is almost like it calls to me begging me to take up some sort of investigation or quest. This was one of those times, as I felt compelled to leave my big mama and go onto the beach looking for pearls or treasures washed up on shore. I did not expect what I would find, and about thirty feet away from the house I could see a glimpse of something, glittering in the distance. It was a hot, sunny day and one could see anything for miles perfectly, the shining coming from a nearby alcove, bright clear blue waves hitting its obvious entrance. I stopped about halfway there walking along the shoreline, feeling an increasing sense of danger; I didn’t listen to my instinct as I wanted to prove my bravery in one act of foolish childish pride. I had gotten to the small cave, finding it surprisingly well light by the sunlight’s reflection in the clear blue waves. The cave was about the size of a small washroom and had one center pool of clear sea water rippling inside of it, the pool only being contained by the smooth stone that formed the walkway I was using going about six feet back into the cave forming a hook shape. The cave was cooler than the area outside of it and I decided to take a rest, bewildered by the fact that I couldn’t see my prize in it or its relatively calm waters. I noticed something strange however; the cave walls were smooth as if a mason had sanded them down (being the son of a renowned stone mason helps in your knowledge of these things), the cave almost looked like someone’s home. I also noticed some strange figures and fixtures made of coral and some sort of pearly white stone along with some other ship wreckage items like barrels and crates, all these things being placed away from a sleeping area that smelled like sea water. The mat looked to be made of seaweed and some sort of animal skin, probably a seal or something, with the coral and white stone forming a frame and the various chairs, tables, eating utensils, and figurines assembled intentionally around the small cave. Someone or something was living here, and whatever it was looked like it even carved little holes in the roof with some sort of powerful blast of…water maybe? The holes were smooth and interwoven with seaweed to form some sort of window, the smooth holes being too perfectly cut to have been able to be formed by anything else. It looked natural as did all the other fixtures in the cave I had wandered into looking for my prize that was nowhere in sight until suddenly I saw it. On the coral shelf was a shiny white pearl the size of an adult foul, glimmering in its mind boggling radiance on the strange shelf, both amplifying each other’s aesthetic beauty. I was utterly captivated by the treasure, what sort of beast could make such an enormous thing? Why would the owner of this cave have it here? Maybe if I pick it up I can see if it has a name on it, I thought with my childish mind. As I made my way over past the table to the shelf I couldn’t help the feeling that I was being rude to the individual that lived here, the feeling of guilt starting to overtake me I quickly grabbed the pearl and inspected it. The thing was smooth and warm to the touch, so shiny and clean I could see that scar I got from fighting my brother perfectly in the reflection. Holding the pear looking in the light I heard a bubbling noise coming from the pool of water a few feet away from where I was standing, feeling the jolting anxiety of fear I hid in one of the barrels near the shelf. Packing my preadolescent form into the barrel I adjusted to the point where my feet could rest at the bottom so I could cradle my knees to my chest in hopes that my wet pants didn’t give my location away. Through the holes in the barrel it looked as if the owner of the cave had returned, some sort of blue creature that wore some seaweed looking flowing robes, quite audibly making a wet slapping sound as its feet moved around the cave heading to the couch of stone, seaweed, corral and salvaged fabric it had made on the right side of the shelf I had taken the pearl from. It seemed to stop moving, resting on the couch, sitting down it seemed to collect it thoughts; even though I couldn’t see its face I could still feel the relaxation in the air. The air was calm in the cave until the moment it realized someone had taken its treasure, when the blue thing found out it’s pearl was gone it wailed in one of the most eerily yet beautiful tones I’ve ever heard. It seem severely distraught at the thought of its pearl missing and frantically began searching for it around the cave, causing me to hold my breath even more inside of the barrel. The closer it got to my area the more the pearl seemed to glow with this light blue aura, leading it to look in the direction I was hiding in ,multiple times, as it was almost as if it could feel it. The heart rending sense of dread I felt when it stopped in front of the barrel I was hiding in was terrible as I was not prepared for what happened next. It simply sniffed the air and sighed, seeming backing away then out of nowhere it lifted the barrel I was in and threw it into the pool with lighting fast speed. It seemed as if it had used some sort of magic to hold the barrel submerged in the water as I felt all the air in the barrel disappear only to be replaced with salty cool sea water. After about a minute I couldn’t hold my breath anymore and broke the lid off of the top gasping for air, my eyes closed and clothes soaked with water floating in the sunlight pool. The creature laughed then angrily said something in a foreign tongue causing me to be lifted out of the pool by the water no less! Being suspended mid air by water was amazing in itself but not as amazing as what I saw next, before me lied a truly beautiful creature that even my child mind could appreciate. Before my eyes controlling the water holding me mid air was a blue skinned, fish scaled female, about a few years older than me in appearance with seaweed, pearls and coral almost woven into her teal hair. She had fish like markings on her dark blue in color with her light blue skin matching that of the water she was using to suspend me, I could tell it was a female by the somewhat large breasts for her size being held up by the seaweed, linen cloth she had stitched together to form lose slightly revealing clothes. Being suspended in mid air with my head tilted towards her I could see her angry face, blue and angular, her teal hair falling over her deep blue-greenish pupiless eyes. She was truly beautiful yet almost cold and vicious her finlike ears seemingly poking up in anger, her clenched webbed feet and hands seemingly mimicking her ears. She seemed to be talking angrily at me in a language I didn’t understand so I responded to her fearfully in Yoku as that was the only language I knew. Her face changed from that of anger to that of confusion, she looked puzzled at my words seemingly not understanding them as well. She must have deduced that neither of us spoke each other’s language and put me down on the smooth wet cave floor, letting the pearl I was holding float out my hands mid air into hers. After she put the pearl down onto the shelf, she saw how truly in shock and scared I was, I was only a child and she could tell. She leaned down to me and looked me dead in the face her eyes not blinking, exploring my soul as I could do to her, in that moment I had the sudden urge to kiss her as was the action I take whenever I am nervous with a girl. I leaned in and did just that tasting the saltiness of her smooth cold lips. This sudden action surprised her as her eyes widened with shock at this bold young man’s sudden moves. I’ll admit I was just as shocked as she was when I did it, my eyes just as wide as hers, not knowing what fate had in store for me next. She jumped back with incredibly fast speed, landing about a good foot away from where I was, her face still perplexed and her eyes showing varying emotions ranging from surprise to attraction. Apparently I had shocked her so much she began to blush a light green hue over her smooth blue cheeks, she was so flustered she couldn’t even make noise, she just stood there staring at me holding the place on her mouth where our lips touched. I driven by some strange urge (even as a youngling I had an overactive sex drive) went over to her step by step intending to close the distance between us and repeat the actions I had just took. She did not resist when I kissed her again leaning right into her body, our eyes locking as I clumsily tried to kiss her passionately as I witness my brother do to his many “female friends”. She seemed to enjoy it this time as she guided my hands to her waist letting me gain the confidence to keep trying harder, as I started to figure out what to do step by step. It got to the point where I could feel her moaning in my mouth, whereas I could feel something I didn’t fully understand. I was getting one of those feelings again that I got whenever I liked a girl and she and I touched. I however needed to breathe and broke the kiss, with her response only being a wanting smiles. She used some sort of light spell on me; waving her hands around my temple letting me feel the cool magickal energies wash over me. After her spell was cast she seemed to shift her mood even more and decided to spontaneously lift me up off the ground with her water magic and plop me onto her seaweed and old waterlogged bed. I landed on it with a wet squelch leading some water to form droplets in the air as the salty, vegetable smell wafted into my nose. The smell was not as bad as I thought but I was distracted from this as my eyes turned to look upon her hover in midair over to the bed. She pushed me down from my seated position and told me in surprisingly well spoken classical yoku to let her handle this. I assume I got her hot and bothered as the bed wasn’t the only thing that dispersing moisture onto me, the strange aquatic woman’s whimsical garments gave way to her quivering sex. Her blue folds were glistening almost as brightly as her pearl was in the hot summer sunlight. “By the Gods lady, why are your lady parts so wet?!” I said with utter inexperienced shock and surprise, an involuntary response at the sight of an actual girl’s sexual organ. She chuckled and stated that this made her that way, resting her hands on my virgin tool. When she finally figured out how to get my pants off she saw my juvenile wily, around 6 inches (bigger than most of the other races but normal for a young yoku I might add) throbbing with a desire that my young mind could not fully understand yet. The water woman seemingly being older and more experienced than I, smiled and placed her cold wet fingers around my hot veiny, maleness. “Do you like this?” she says quizzically in her strange accent surprised at my vigor at such a young age, rubbing me up and down my shaft. I can only nod my head as the mix of feelings I felt were too much and got in the way of my words. I was in for even more of a shock as suddenly she began swallowing me whole, effectively making her gag at the sudden action. After a few minutes of her wet tongue and watery saliva enveloping me I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot something up in her mouth, down her throat in such a volume that I could see her swallow whatever it was. I would come later to learn that it was cum (get the joke?) and that she had been the first person to get an orgasm out of me. (More to come in 2B) -
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Ce mod est une traduction FR de SexLab Dialogues (Juin 2021) La traduction est complète (script, mcm, tous les textes...). Lien vers le Mod d'origine : Installation : Normalement, le lien contient tout ce qu'il faut (Standalone). Mods requis : - SexLab (1.62+) - SexLab Aroused Redux - Zaz Animation Pack (7.0+, non testé en 8.0 par l'auteur) - Patch for Puppet Master 1.7 (pour contrôler un PNJ en tant qu'esclave)
