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Bad Ends Revived: Solitude View File What is This Mod? An Extension for my Prison Mod "Prison Alternative" which adds new Execution - themed events to the Experience. This Particular Extension adds New Events which are exclusive to Solitude. New Feature - Execution Plaza -Solitude Plaza now has shackles for up to 3 Prisoners -Player and NPC's can be put in those shackles via new PA events or 3rd party mods. -Optional function which captures player followers if Player has a high bounty. (you will get a letter if this happens in your absence to make you aware) -Every day at 11:00, One of the shackled Prisoners will be publicly executed. No matter whether player is in town or not. -Execution Scenes with Chopping block and custom Gallow are implemented -Executions work For Player and NPC -MCM configurable chance for a savior to pop up and rescue The Player before their Execution. New Feature - Back alley Adventures If some NPC you are attached to is shackled at the Plaza, you can talk to The Overseer (the Guard near the stairs to the plaza) to arrange for their Release. He will of course ask for something in Return. If you don't have the Cash, you can follow him into Solitude's dark back alleys for some "favors". But be careful, this will be humiliating at best, and lethal at worst... New Feature - Vampire Feast -Adds new Cannibalism-themed execution event to Solitude. -Features multiple sub-scenes (In Jail - transit - event location) -transit scene can be skipped. -Followers are Supported -Event also allows for NPC-only Executions where you can just stand there and watch. (see instructions below) About NPC's Participating in the Va mpire Feast Event... This Feature should be considered as an Encore, rather than an meaningful Gameplay Element. NPC executions require manual activation via the chain next to the new side entrance to the Pelagius Wing Any NPC can be "marked" as follower by selecting them in the console and typing "setplayerteammate 1". This will make them visible to the Device and a valid candidate for execution. They Also have to be somewhere in Windhelm in order to be detected by the script. Requirements -Prison Alternative (see above), and its requirements. -Pama´s Deadly Furniture Scripts, (V3.0.4 or higher) Installation -Install with Mod manager of your choice and rum FNIS/Nemesis -Run FNIS -Its recommended to use a new Save. -If you use this mod on an existing save, follow these steps: Failing to follow these steps might result in Blackscreens while in Prison. Incompatibilities -Devious Devices (soft incompatibility. If you know what you are doing, you can use this alongside DD, but it requires caution) -Devious Cursed Loot (No, just no...) -The Original "Bad Ends" by Torm -Random Sex mods can potentially break scenes (my own mod YARM, is fully save to use, however) Future Plans Covering the remaining cities Special Thanks -to my Lovely supporters on Patreon who gave me the time and motivation to make this. If you want some sway on the next extension, Want exclusive early access to new Stuff, or Just like my work, you can join them here: https://www.patreon.com/Pamatronic Submitter Pamatronic Submitted 04/13/23 Category Adult Mods Requirements Prison Alternative, Pamas Deadly Furnitures (V3.0.4) Regular Edition Compatible No Install Instructions

View File Jane Meliora - futa/vampire sim - alternative/e-girl made this sim and i liked it so much that i felt that i should share it, message me if there is anything wrong with the files etc. also i am using the forest G-shade preset: https://www.patreon.com/posts/forest-gshade-72250932 Submitter Asmodeus14398 Submitted 03/13/2025 Category The Sims 4 - Sims  

Kingston View File The gothic and fatal lady will be perfect for your story. Submitter Tella Flut Submitted 08/30/26 Category The Sims 4 - Sims Requirements All DLC.  

Selene De La Fosse View File Selene De La Fosse. A vampire lady i made because i was bored Shout out to the owners of the CC i used, not sure if it will be a problem sharing some of them or not Submitter AhmedCockTester Submitted 08/11/26 Category The Sims 4 - Sims Requirements -The Sims 4. -Vampires Pack.  

Narrator: Brunna I was born in Volkihar Castle. I don't remember the birth – of course not. But I remember the cold. The black stone walls that never saw the sun. The smell of old blood and tallow candles. The first time I opened my eyes, I saw Katarina's face leaning over me, her silvery-white hair brushing against my skin, her blue eyes watching me as if I were both a miracle and a danger at the same time. My mom. She was with me throughout my early childhood. Even when she left the castle for her adventures – days, sometimes weeks – she always returned. She brought gifts from her travels: bones of strange creatures, vials of poison, books in languages I didn't understand. But the best gift was her lap. The warmth of her body. The way she cradled me against her breasts and sang songs in Old Norse, songs about she-wolves and moons and blood. But Katarina was never an ordinary mother. She taught me to feel the power before I learned to speak. I would place my hand on her chest and say, "Do you feel the fragment? It's inside me. One day, you will have something like this too." I didn't understand. But I felt it. A vibration. A warmth. Something ancient and silent that pulsed beneath her skin like a second heart. At three years old, I already knew I was different from human children. At five, I could already hear the guards' footsteps in the hallways before they turned the corner. At seven, I already had my first prey – a baby tooth that fell out and never grew back, replaced by a sharp blade that cut my lip when I forgot to control it. Katarina laughed. "You're getting stronger," he said. "Soon, very soon, you'll be ready." The initiation took place on my eighth birthday. It wasn't a party. There were no sweets or presents. Just the castle's great hall, lit by black candles that melted into pools of wax, and the vampires of Harkon's inner circle arranged in a semicircle. Katarina took my hand. Her fingers were cold – colder than usual. "Don't be afraid," she whispered. "I'm not," I replied, and it was true. I had never been afraid of anything in that castle. Harkon stood in the center of the hall, wearing a black robe open to his chest. Vighar stood beside him—my father, though I didn't know it at the time. Valerica watched from a corner, her red eyes gleaming like embers. “Brunna Sorensen,” Harkon announced, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “Are you ready to leave your humanity behind?” "I am," I replied, because Katarina had taught me the answer. They began to undress. One by one, the vampires in the circle removed their robes, their garments, their animal skins. They stood naked before me – pale bodies, some marked by ancient scars, others smooth as statues. Harkon was the last to undress. His body was sculpted like a weapon, every muscle in place, his thick penis hanging between his thighs as a reminder of what he was: a predator. Katarina helped me take off my clothes. My fair skin glowed in the candlelight. My breasts were still small – I was eight years old – but my nipples were already pink, sensitive to the cool air of the hall. My hips were narrow, my groin smooth. "Kneel," Harkon ordered. I knelt in the center of the circle. The stone floor was cold against my knees. The vampires began to sing. Not words I knew – an ancient language, predating Skyrim itself. The sound vibrated in my chest, in my bones, in my flower that was beginning to moisten without me understanding why. Harkon approached. His wet penis swayed with each step, brushing between the cheeks of my buttocks as he knelt behind me. "Tilt your head," he whispered. I obeyed. I felt his cold breath against my neck. I felt the moment his fangs touched my skin – a sharp sting, then pressure, then a strange, liquid pleasure that spread throughout my entire body. He drank. And while I drank, the ritual continued. Valerica came to me, knelt between my open legs, her mouth found my clitoris – for the first time, I felt that hot, wet tongue against my childish little pussy. Her fingers penetrated me slowly, while Harkon sucked on my neck. I didn't understand what was happening. But my body did. My first moment came there, on my knees on the cold floor, with Valerica licking me and the lord of the castle drinking my blood. I screamed with a groan that echoed in the hall. When Harkon turned away, his mouth was red. He smiled. Now you're ours. And I was. Katarina stayed with me for another seven years. She taught me to control my thirst, to distinguish the scent of different bloods, to use my newfound strength without destroying furniture (only a few chairs were broken in the process). But she also taught me other things – things she called "bodily pleasures." I discovered on my own, at the age of ten, that touching my vagina gave me pleasant shivers. I didn't know what it was, I didn't know the name of it. I only knew that when my fingers slid over my clitoris, my body trembled and a pleasant warmth spread through my belly. Katarina caught me one night. I was lying in my bed, my legs spread, my fingers playing between them. My breathing was rapid, my eyes closed. "What are you doing?" she asked from the doorway. I froze. I opened my eyes. She was smiling – not angrily, but proudly. "Finding out," he answered for me. "Go ahead. Just don't forget to wash your hands afterward." After that day, she began to speak openly about sex. About how the body could be used for pleasure, power, domination. About how men and women were different – and the same – in bed. About how I could have either of them whenever I wanted. "You're a Sorensen," she'd say. "And more importantly, you're my daughter. Use that." My first real time happened when I was already a teenager. I don't remember the exact age. I remember the hallway. His name was Aldric. A young, newly turned vampire with dark hair and eyes that sparkled when he saw me. We met in an empty corridor of the castle, after midnight, when the others had already retired to bed. "Brunna," he whispered. "You're getting more and more beautiful." "You're getting more and more audacious," I replied, because I already knew how to use my sharp tongue. He kissed me before I could say anything more. It was strange at first – a vampire's icy tongue against mine, the temperature clash, the pressure of his body against mine. But soon the strange turned good, and the good turned urgent. He pressed me against the cold stone wall. His hand slid down my slender waist, up to my round breasts, and squeezed tightly. A hiss escaped my throat—high-pitched, almost a cry—and echoed through the empty hallways like a secret I didn't want to share. "Calm down," he whispered. "They'll hear." Let them listen. I pulled my skirt aside. I spread my legs for him. His fingers found my flower – moist, yes; warm, who would have thought a vampire could have a warm flower? – and he groaned against my neck, clearly confused as to how a vampire could be so... alive. You're so wet. "You're so hard," I replied, feeling his penis press against my thigh. He didn't wait any longer. He entered me with a single thrust. I gasped, my nails scratching his back, my sharp teeth grazing his shoulder without biting. The pleasure came quickly – faster than I expected. His rhythm was inexperienced, almost clumsy, but there was a hunger there that excited me even more. He came before me. I heard his groan, felt his entire penis throbbing inside my womb, with that cold semen he released – and that was enough to take me too. We came together in that hallway. Then he walked away, put on his clothes, and smiled. - It was good? "It was a start," I replied. That was true. Katarina left when I was fifteen years old. It wasn't a tragic goodbye. She simply appeared in my room, a backpack on her back, her light blonde hair loose over her shoulders. "I'm going to travel," he said. "I'll be away for a while." "How long?" I asked, without surprise. I don't know. But you're already strong. You don't need me anymore. She kissed me on the forehead. I felt the fragment pulsing within her – stronger than ever. "Take care of yourself," she said. "And don't let anyone boss you around." I never leave. She smiled. And left. I wasn't upset. I've never been one to get attached. Katarina taught me that love wasn't about being close – it was about knowing the other person existed, even from afar. I knew. And she knew. The next five years were mine. I stayed in the castle. I trained my blood magic, learned to transform into mist, and honed my physical strength. But I also trained other things. I've had lovers. Vampires. Human servants. Prisoners who served as food. Men, women, sometimes both together. The castle was a permissive place – as long as you respected the hierarchy, you could do whatever you wanted with your body. And I wanted to do everything. I used my body as a weapon even before I learned to use a sword. A look, a smile, a sway of the hips – and anyone would surrender. I liked it. I liked the power. I liked seeing the desire in other people's eyes and knowing that I was the owner of that desire. Harkon treated me like a daughter – or something close to it. He would invite me to dinner, ask my opinion on castle matters, and laugh at my sarcastic answers. "You're too sharp for your age," he said. "You're too old to be alive," he replied. He was laughing. And I knew that, in a way, he liked me. Valerica was more distant. Observant. She knew the truth about my lineage—I could feel it in her eyes—but she never said anything. She would just look at me sometimes, as if she expected me to figure it out on my own. Vighar... Vighar was different. He treated me with a tenderness that the other vampires didn't have. Sometimes he would take me hunting on the frozen coast, teach me how to track seals and snow bears. Sometimes he would just sit silently beside me, simply watching me. "You look like her," he once said. With whom? — With her mother, Katarina. Everyone says that. — Not just in appearance. In manner. In speech. In the way he's afraid of nothing. I smiled. That's the best compliment I've ever received. He didn't answer. He just stroked my hair and looked back at the sea. At twenty years old, I decided to leave. Not on anyone's orders. Not because I miss Katarina. On my own. The castle was getting too small. The same faces, the same corridors, the same smell of blood and wax. I wanted to see the world outside – to feel the sun on my skin (protected by magic, of course, I'm not stupid), to smell the wet earth, to taste the blood of other creatures. And I wanted to find my sister. Rebecca. Katarina would talk about her sometimes. When she drank too much. When the full moon shone over the frozen sea and she felt nostalgic. "You have a sister," he once said. "Older. Different from you." — Different how? She's a werewolf. The word echoed in my mind. Werewolf. The creature that changed shape under the full moon. The beast that many vampires despised. "Does she know about me?" I asked. No. Not yet. - Why? Katarina remained silent for a long moment. Because she needs to find herself before she can find you. I didn't understand it at the time. But now, at twenty, I was beginning to understand. Rebecca had anger inside her. I had mine too. Katarina raised us separately for a reason – and I wanted to find out what it was. It wasn't love that he felt for Rebecca. Not yet. It was curiosity. And a hint of resentment. Why did she leave? Why didn't she stay? Katarina never explained it properly. She would only say: "She didn't leave. She was taken away. There's a difference." On my last day in Volkihar, I chose two prisoners. They had been in the cell for weeks. Two strong, Nordic men with dark hair and tired eyes. They would serve as food for the younger vampires – but I wanted something more. I ordered the guards to take them to my room. They came in gagged, terrified. Their eyes widened when they saw me naked in bed. "I'll make a deal with you," he said, his voice calm, his fingers sliding between my breasts. "Give me pleasure. And I'll give you a quick death." They hesitated. Then they accepted. It was wild. Their desperation – I had learned – was an excellent aphrodisiac. The first one came from behind, while the second knelt between my legs. Two mouths on me at the same time – one licking my neck, the other sucking my ass. I moaned loudly, not caring who could hear. — They're switching — I ordered. They obeyed. The second one entered my vagina with such force that it made me arch my back. His penis was thick, and with each thrust I felt the impact of his hips against my buttocks. The first one came forward, opened my mouth with his fingers, and shoved his penis between my lips. I sucked on it. I bit lightly – just to taste the blood. He groaned. The two of them moved inside me at different rhythms. One inside my pussy, the other in my mouth. I was the center of that storm of flesh, sweat, and despair. My moment came quickly – an explosion that made me squeeze them both at the same time, my nails scratching the back of the one behind me, my teeth sinking slightly into the skin of the one in front. One came inside my womb, the other inside my mouth. Both humans had hot semen. I felt the semen that was in my mouth trickle down my throat, overflow my mouth, and run hot between my breasts. The other pulsed deep inside, filling my womb drop by drop. Then, when they were satisfied, when their eyes closed in exhaustion, I sat on the bed. "I promised a quick death," I whispered. My fangs sank into the first one's neck. I felt the warm blood gush into my mouth, mixed with the taste of the pleasure I myself had caused. I drank until he started to tremble. I moved on to the second, my hands still gripping the first between my thighs. I bit down. I drank both while groaning along – one agonizing, the other already empty. All. When I stood up, both bodies were pale, empty. I was satisfied – with hunger, with pleasure, with everything. I washed my face. I got dressed. I grabbed my backpack. Harkon was waiting for me at the castle gate. "Are you leaving?" he asked. - I go. I knew this would happen. Ever since you were born, I knew you wouldn't stay. He touched my face. His fingers were icy cold. — If you need to, come back. Volkihar will always be your home. - I know. "And Brunna..." he hesitated. "Be careful with your sister. Werewolves are unpredictable." Me too. He smiled. I set sail that night, under the full moon. The frozen sea gleamed like glass beneath my feet. The wind carried the scent of snow and pine trees. I didn't know where Rebecca was. I didn't know how to find her. But I knew that, sooner or later, our paths would cross. And when their paths crossed, I would be ready.

A story about a kindred of clan Brujah & a "recovering" blood doll Also do forgive me if this is not the appropriate forum to post this on, if it isn't I'll move it elsewhere 💓

Short Description This mod adds a medium sized vampire castle to Skyrim and various screenshot locations (accessible via the carriage in the court or the location access room). It is located in north of Solitude. Even though normal house usage and gameplay is possible, it is intended for taking screenshots. Version: 4.0 LE/SE Release date: 19.03.22 V4.0 Author: Alter Native Language: English Dependencies: Skyrim LE/SE, Dawnguard, Dragonborn Long Description Are you a millennia old vampire and tired of living in Harkon's dreg heap of a castle? Are you looking for class and luxury and a place to live your devious, bloody vampire fantasies? Fortunately Baroness Nora Karlov had to leave Skyrim on urgent business of the realm, and she was kind enough to grant you living rights in Karlov Manor during her absent. This mod adds a medium size manor to Skyrim. It is kept in a dark fantasy baroque style fitting for a vampire character or similar. The castle is located west of Solitude lighthouse, or accessible via the console ("coc ACCastleEx"). The manor features a large living area with various rooms. In an underground area you'll find thrall dungeons for your bloody needs, as well as crafting areas. Furthermore, this mod adds a gothic church/chapel dedicated to Molag Bal. Besides the mod adds various locations I used in my story blog "Of Blood and Pleasure" accessible via the main hall and a secret area. In more detail the main manor features: An entrance hall Kitchen Dining/ballroom Master bedroom including bathroom Trophy & weapon room Church dedicated to Molag Bal Various guest rooms Gallery Crypt Basement storage area Crafting areas Prison Attic Atelier A courtyard (Exterior) Furthermore this mod features several screenshot locations, accessible via the carriage in the court or the location access room: High Rock Villa Adraa, a large, Renaissance style villa in it's own worldspace Villa Valek, a medium sized abandoned villa. A Noble house located in High Rock Sanctuary, a destroyed church in the High Rock Worldspace Ruined Cathedral Fallen Shrine & Courtyard Hammerfell A new Hammerfell worldspace City of Al Mahan Palace of Al Mahan with private Quarters Palace Garden and Bath Temple of Salomne Bathhouse Hidden Altar Vampire Church Imperial City Dusk Cathedral Necropolis Nightmare Underground Vampire Club Shrine Noir Estate Grand Ballroom Royal Hallway Somber Boudoirs Abandoned Saloon Miscellaneous An Anor Londor version of the Manor, with changed lightning compared to the main manor with several different and new rooms 'Blood Room' The old, more basilica like version of the church of the main manor Various other smaller locations I built for scenes in my stories Trailer (Version 3.0) Permission This plugin must not be shared commercially. The rights to the game, all official plugins, additional files and the Creation Kit are property of Bethesda Softworks. Used external resources (listed below) in form of textures, models, sound effects etc. are property of the original authors. Please do not distribute or offer this mod for download without my permission to do so. Any upload to the Steam Workshop, Bethesda.net, ModDrop and any form of console ports are prohibited. Many of the used assets are from a store called "DAZ3d" (https://www.daz3d.com/shop/) which is effectively a stock database for 3D assets. Those can not be uses anywhere without acquiring the respective object and license from the store. (List below) For any kind of permission please contact me first. Credits Special thanks to: Collygon for creating custom models and textures for this mod, as well as creating animations Antistar for Clockwork castle and making it a modders resource, which - in a way - kicked this project off as I had a solid asset base to start from (mostly textures in the style I liked). Collygon for alpha testing. Marmotte for beta testing and valuable feedback on lightning and general advice. Tirloque for beta testing. devious-Drunna for beta testing Lord Inquisitor for beta testing Crw0 for beta testing Tinaa Slobodnik for beta testing kozakowy for beta testing Myst for beta testing 2xGHoSTx2 for beta testing the SE version Artsick for improving various meshes and general advice. Nostromo79 for the candelabras and candles used in this mod. Everybody who provided feedback and bug reports after release All readers of my Skyrim Story Blog "Of Blood and Pleasure". Everyone who created modders resources and allows the use of their assets. You'll find a detailed list of those in the readme, as well as further credits, installation instructions and details about incompatibilities and bugs (No bugs and incompatibilities known as of yet). Download LE Download SE Thanks for reading and downloading, have fun! - Alter Native Additional Screenshots: Changelog

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.