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Lovers Love Juice - Vilja Edition View File Lovers Love Juice Vilja Edition Arranged by: DogOnPorch and Mrs DogOnPorch ~Those two big moons in such low orbits are bound to have some tidal effect on the breasts of the nation.~ *This mod does contain some elements that some may find offensive...sex can be messy. The best usually is!* This is Lover Love Juice adapted to fit Vilja. Particularly Vilja in a girl-girl relationship. We find it quite practical now as opposed to being unsure of what the heck was going-on. Oblivion's Vilja self-describes herself in some dialogue as a clumsy giant with love handles and big bosoms. A big girl. Not to mention, Vilja loves nothing more than to be messy & sweaty and covered in goodness knows what after adventuring. Perfect for the job... My wife has Vilja as a constant companion and wanted a version she could understand (Japanese before) and wasn't too crude (Vilja rarely swears...she's a good girl after-all)...thus this version was made and the dialogue is generally her creation. Cutesy, as is Viljas style... What it does: Targets certain female NPCs and Companions (like Vilja, usually) and makes them have bouts of lactation where they must stop to milk their breasts. You can also ask if the NPC needs to "milk her big boobies" and she might comply depending upon a floating disposition number. If she likes you at the moment or her boobs aren't empty already...no problem. Squirt, squirt... The breast milk produced is a powerful potion...thus milking a bosomy young lady like Vilja can be quite worthwhile. Dialogue is based on milking ONLY Vilja for the most part (thanks to my wife's dialogue efforts)...but you can ask any female. Sometimes they make a little...sometimes they make a LOT. Animations are simple but the correct ones. Perhaps there will be better ones some day. I believe the animation uses a standard Lovers or Oblivion sound (slight gasping) so I didn't include any files for that. During sex, sperm (female and male discharge = sperm in this case) is deposited...noisily at times...onto the PC and NPCs. It's a useful potion in numerous varieties but does have some drawbacks if taken. The PC can also be literally filled with sperm and other fluids as it does have some weight. Sperm can be combined to make other sperm potions and cut down on that extra weight. Unlike previous versions of Lovers Love Juice, the number of potions created is far lower and doesn't bloat saves too badly at all. Some sperm and breast milk potions have SOME value...0, 1 or 2 gold...so you can sell it but you won't get rich doing it. Some effects values might seem a bit high but they are for countering some mods that attack your stats like Player Slave Encounters (Willpower). Generally, the idea is that you end-up with so much of it that you eventually either sell it...trash it...or ewww...drink it all. Or try to you naughty thing... Drinking sperm has lingering drawbacks...some are minor while others can add-up if lots are taken over a period. Think of it as a sex hangover...lol. No worries. You can always cure it with MORE sperm...heh. NPCs are affected just like the PC in this regard, obviously. Breast milk is all good. Makes you big and strong. This sperm is not related to any sperm found in pregnancy mods. You can't get pregnant from this... All sperm and breast milk types have their own variously coloured meshes. Sperm and Breast Milk are food for NPC game purposes...Vilja often drinks her own breast milk for example. You might want to remove sperm from Vilja on a regular basis so she doesn't drink too much herself...naughty girl. Too much and Vilja might become quite bitchy. "That's it! I'm going to the pub until you've un-bitched." There are no poisons in this version...and other silly things dealing with virginity (Vilja a virgin? Hah...right.) and bloodbombs are likely non-functional because of that...not that they were ever that practically functional. Occasionally, a sperm will appear in the Misc section of the PC's inventory. Dropping it to the ground might produce an effect...haven't tried yet. You can ask to help clean people-up...they'll hand over their sperm and breast milk if they have any. You can combine sperm by touch on NPCs beforehand if you wish. A spell is also added that can remove sperm/milk (Lick It Up) from an NPC...acts as a charm. Dialogue with Rohssan and Claudette Perrick wasn't translated or rewritten...we're not sure what they say...lol. But they seem to be able to combine potions better than you can. Breast milk doesn't seem to combine the same way as sperm. Sound: the "pick up potion" sound has been changed to a wet sloppy sound...the endless potion 'clinks' were driving us nuts! This is a global change so anytime you pick up a potion...~squish~. Disabling the mod will revert the sound to normal. Two alternate sloppier farty sounds are included....just swap sound files...for if your PC lass is particularly loosey-goosey or spends too much time at the stable with the horses. So if you like your girls queefing up a storm during sex...choose one of those. Also...mind your ears next time you pick-up a bottle of wine. A no sound change ESP is also included. It's located in the Oblivion-->Data-->Sound-->fx-->WetSloppy folder after install. The old Sexlivion HVirus scripts were kept on certain sperm types just to keep that functionality intact...though I imagine few if any still use either Sexlivion or the Hvirus mod...too deadly on the population! Icons: All sperm & breast milk potions have their own menu icons. All are prefixed the same...Sperm or Breast Milk so they group together. Version: This was made with Lovers Rev94 or so...the one before LAPF. I doubt it will have any effect...but just a heads-up. There are more female-female animations for the girls in that version...but I included all the animations needed for this mod. No worries. If you'd prefer your girls to be more the Max Hardcore, GGG water-sports types, use this esp + icons...I hope they're thirsty. Install the main package, first. LoversLoveJuice_Water.7z Credits: -The original creator of Lovers Love Juice. -fejeena for just generally mentoring me. -The lovely BBW, Nadine Jansen...who looks a little Vilja-ish in my wife's eyes. She's the breast milk icon girl. http://www.nadine-j.de/ -Numerous unnamed porn stars...thanks ladies. -Emma, of course, for making Vilja. http://lovkullen.net/Emma/ -Numerous other members of the Oblivion community (resources) Since this mod emphasizes the whole 'Vija being a VERY big breasted lass' scenario...you'll probably do well to install the SPD Curvaceous Body Modified (and Set Body) so that Vija can match Ms Nadine figure-wise. It also has optional squirting milk upper body which was included with this mod in mind. An ideal companion to this mod is TDA's KHS Pi mod which deals with Vilja's weak bladder and her need to "go behind a bush". Fully animated...and very naughty...as Vilja might say. http://www.mediafire.com/file/fqp259f50onkch2/_KHSPi.7z/file Optional files...body has the milk...clothes have the false nude top if needed. Enjoy! Dog & Mrs Dog Submitter DogOnPorch Submitted 06/10/2020 Category Sex Effects Requires LoversPK plus other optional files  

Hey, it's me, Destana. At this point, I'd been living in Skyrim for about four months, and it was right around Saturnalia and the turning of the new year to 2E 202. I turned 19 back in Last Seed (I know, I'm younger than you might think on account of my mad skills). Last time Ulfric Stormcloak sent me to deliver an axe to Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun. I was accompanied by an entourage of Inigo, Vilja, Sofia and Shirley. I'd been to Whiterun previously (even recently, infact to contact Vilja). But when I approached, the gates were closed on account of dragon attacks. "Dragons?" I asked incredulously, "Aren't they extinct? Or like... mythological?" "Sorry, no passage into the gates," the guard returned. "I have an important message from Ulfric Stormcloak for the Jarl. I believe it is a challenge. Or an ultimatum," I raised the axe. "The Jarl will want to hear this," the guard opened the gate. I went straight to the Jarl. "Hold! What makes you think you can interrupt us during an important council meeting?" Jarl Balgruuf said. "I have an urgent message from Ulfric Stormcloak." "I'm sure he told you it was very urgent," Balgruf said, "Save it. We're having a council meeting about the recent dragon attack on Helgen." "I... think Ulfric was there," I said. Balgruf stroked his chin for a moment, studying me, "On second thought, you may be able to help me. Would you do me a favor while you're here? Let's talk to my court wizard." I jogged into the adjoining room. Farengar Secret-Fire nodded to me and said, "What do you need, traveler?" "The Jarl said you needed help with something." "Well I'm very busy, I don't think I do." "Be careful, you're about to step on your own Shock Rune," I joked. Farengar jumped, then he smiled, "I see you're a mage as well. What did you say you needed?" Jarl Balgruuf stepped in behind me now, "Use her for your project." "I see. I have an errand. And by errand I mean a ruin that holds information about the dragons. Bleak Falls Barrow," Farengar replied, "Think you're up for it?" "Easy," I bought a couple spell tomes from him and then turned to the Jarl. "Ulfric wanted me to deliver this axe, by the way," I said. "The man is persistent. I'll give you your answer after you've dealt with this matter," he replied. I sighed, getting on the road to the Barrow. I think I'd been there before, but all these ruins are kinda the same. Nope, not been there. I'm going to stop trying to guess, these ruins all look the same. There were a mix of bandits trying to raid the tomb, but they felt like we were their competition so they had to die after they attacked us. A giant spider, a man wrapped up in webbing with a golden claw. He ran, but the draugr got him and I put him down with my crossbow before he could be ripped apart by the undead. And I claimed the puzzle claw. We continued on past a hallway with blades. I just ran through and activated the pull chain so nobody else had to endanger themselves. We plowed through this time, even more than before. If there was a measure of the level of evil power of a place - this one seemed very low. A couple puzzles, like nord ruins do, and another word wall. This one was, "Fus." Wait wait wait... Fus! I'd heard that word. I stood there, brain firing on all dwemer cylinders for a moment, thinking, 'Fus. That's the thing the draugr keep shouting at us when they blow us back. Are these word rune things some kind of words of power? Wait... Ulfric supposedly shouted the High King to death or something. And I keep seeing these walls and they're reacting to me.' I also picked up a Gem that talked to me, revealing herself as Merida. I slid it into my pack to sell it later. And... the Dragonstone! I brought it back to Farengar. He was speaking with a woman named Delphine. He turned to me, "A cut above the usual brutes the Jarl sends my way. That is where your job ends and mine begins, friend. My friend here is the one who knew where to find it." "How?" "Don't worry yourself about that," she replied, not looking up at me from the Dragonstone. "Farengar! Adventurers!" Irileth, the Jarl's housecarl bustled in, "There are reports of a dragon attack!" "This will be perfect for my research if we can down it!" Farengar smiled. I smiled too. I wanted to see one of these things in action. See if they were really real. Irileth went to the Jarl on the raised area above the mead hall. He was talking with a guard. "My Jarl, I saw a dragon circling over head near the Western Watchtower. I ran for my life. I thought it was going to kill me." "Good work son, dragon hunting is no one-man job. You may have saved Whiterun if we can kill it outside," Balgruuf turned to us, "Friends, Irileth, take some guards and go hunt that dragon. It cannot make it to the city!" I nodded, getting a little excited now. "Oh and if you do this for me I'll let you purchase property within the hold." I blinked. Damn. If I'd known it would be that easy I wouldn't have wasted my time in Riften, though I was much more invested in the Thieves' Guild. I can with my company onto the field near the Western Watchtower. As we passed the stables, Sofia said, "Did I just hear correctly? The Jarl wants you to go fight a dragon? You're not seriously considering it are you?" "Sofia, you can see how fast I'm sprinting, right. I'm what you call an adrenaline junkie. I routinely put myself in deadly situations," I had a big grin on my face. "If you look around here, you will often find butterflies," Vilja said from behind us. "Shor's bones, Vilja. Eyes on the prize!" I shouted back as we neared it. Hmm, no dragon nearby. I poked my head into the tower, which was now half-collapsed and on fire. As I came out, Irileth was just arriving with the men. "Where's this beast?" She asked. I shrugged. The guard who'd spotted it originally shouted, "Oh gods! Here it comes!" I hit amidst the rubble as it glided past. Everyone else was already firing arrows. I pulled out my crossbow and silently trained a bolt at it. I could feel my heart racing. The rush was palpable. After a dozen arrows shooting it, it landed right near me. I shot it in the neck. Vilja jumped on its back and was slashing. I drew my sword and faced the thing directly with shield up. It went down surprisingly fast between the dozen of us. It slumped over, dead, allowing an eerie calm after the rush of terror the dragon brought with it. I stepped up to the dragon to poke at it. Then... something strange happened. I felt a rush of power, not unlike that power at the word walls. The dragon's magic, or spirit, or force drained the flesh from it's bones and surrounded me. I could feel that chanting again just like the word walls. It surrounded me, soaking into my very bones. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?" I shouted. The calm returned. I could feel some sort of power within me. When I opened my mouth to ask if anybody knew what just happened, it came out as, "FUS!" A bunch of the guards fell over. "My gods, I'm sorry!" I said, "What did I just do?" "That was a shout!" One of the guards said, "You must be truly dragonborn!" "Dragonwhat?" I asked. "You're dragonborn. You absorbed the dragon's power," another guard said. "Whatborn?" I asked. "You can shout now, you couldn't before right? The only explanation is that you're dragonborn." "...whatwhat?" I asked. "I don't know about any of that. I do know that's a dead dragon. We know we can kill them now. Just... go talk to the Jarl," Irileth said. As I walked through Whiterun with my entourage, I could hear more shouting. I looked up to find no dragons - I'd noticed when the dragon breathed fire he spoke words just like I'd done when I said 'FUS.' "Huh," I shrugged. Must be nothing. I approached the Jarl again. "What happened?" He asked. "The dragon is dead, but so's the watchtower. Something weird happened when I approached it. I absorbed some sort of power from the dragon and now it's just bones," I explained. "So it's true. The greybeards are summoning you." "Who?" I asked. "Masters of the way of the voice. Shouts," he explained. "If you are dragonborn, then you owe it to Skyrim to go talk to them," Hrongar said, a warrior standing off to the side. I stared daggers at Hrongar, "I don't owe Skyrim shit. If anything, it owes me quite a lot. And I imagine that debt is not going to go out of the red anytime soon." "What do the greybeards want with her?" Aventus asked. A woman from his court. "It's for them to know," the Jarl replied, "Even if you don't believe in our legends, you should go see them." I gritted my teeth, "Okay. But the only reason I'm going to see them is because I've seen what these shouts can do. But, hey, the reason I came here. Will you take the damn axe?" After a few moments of discussion, he returned the axe, "Give this to Ulfric. He has my answer." Then he turned to his scribe, "Get me a pen and some parchment. We're going to tell General Tullius what our conditions are for allowing his Legionnaires into this city." I sighed. Well that was bad news. I decided I would take that trek to High Hrothgar before I returned to Windhelm. We slept at the Inn, and I played, not knowing if and when I would be allowed back into the city since I was a Stormcloak. Then we set off. It was a long and grueling climb, and when I reached the front door, the old men were waiting for us. "So the Dragonborn appears," Arngeir said. He seemed to be in charge. "I'm answering a call. I'm not sure about this whole dragonborn business," I folded my arms. "We will test if you truly have the gift," he said back, "Let me taste of your voice." "That is seriously one of the strangest things anyone has ever said to me," I replied, "And I'm not really sure how I did it." I thought about it for a few seconds, then let out a, "FUS!" "Welcome, dragonborn. We will do our best to help you fulfill your destiny." I squinted at him, "Destiny, huh? What's my destiny?" "Whatever you choose." Oh. I'd thought he was going to say it was my destiny to save the world, to slay the dark lord... in accordance with the prophecy or whatever. I shook my head. Those sorts of stories always annoyed me. Anybody with sound mind and a strong back can do anything if they put their mind to it. "We will teach you the second word of Unrelenting Force - Ro," Arngeir said. Another greybeard spoke the word and the burning runes appeared on the floor. As with the word walls, the knowledge streamed into me. "Normally years of practice allows someone to use shouts. As a dragonborn, you can absorb a dragon's knowledge and power directly and fuel your shouts. It took you moments to master what it took many a lifetime," Arngeir said. "Now, demonstrate your Thu'um," he continued. "FUS -- RO!" I shouted. It blew Vilja and Sofia off their feet. I said, "Seriously guys, you should probably stay out of my way while I'm doing this." Arngeir and the others walked towards the courtyard and I followed. Sofia mused, "I can't imagine being a greybeard. Having to sit in silence all day. I couldn't do it." "Clearly," I said, telling the others to stand back while we do this shouting business in the courtyard. "I will teach you a new shout," Arngeir said, and another of the greybeards repeated the process. This was 'WULD,' the Whirlwind Sprint. The greybeard who'd gifted me the shout then said, "WULD!" And ran through a gate almost faster than my eyes could see. "Now you," Arngeir said. I raised an eyebrow. I turned toward the gate and it opened again. "WULD," I said, passing through the gate harmlessly. This one would be useful for trapped hallways. "What's next?" I smirked. "Next you must recover the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller," Arngeir replied. "Ah, here we go," I smiled, tired from the last couple days of song-and-dance Balgruuf and now these guys were putting me through. "I'll go get the horn..." "Thank you, dragonborn," Arngeir said. "....eventually. When I get around to it," I explained, "Thanks for clarifying for me what all the word walls are about. I've already found several. Thanks for the new powers. I'll take that, but you can keep the destiny. I may or may not be a dragonborn or whatever. But I choose what my destiny is. Me. There's been a lot of talk of what I owe Nirn or Skyrim, or whatever. But the world is pretty much shit. I wouldn't give a shit if it gets burned to the ground. So I'm going to go back to Ulfric Stormcloak and let him know his civil war is on. And when and if I decide to come back here, its going to be because I want to. Are we clear?" I could see the looks of distain on their face, but I didn't care. "C'mon guys," I said. As we were walking out of there, Inigo said, "That seemed a little harsh." "Yeah," I said, "Probably. I'm tired of being forced to do things I don't want to do. I have priorities. Me and mine." And we traveled back to Windhelm. I put the axe on the table. Ulfric shook his head, and Galmar smiled. "We're going to hit them where it hurts," Galmar said. "Make preparations. I want you there on the battlefield, Destana, on the front lines," Ulfric said, and I nodded. That obstinate pig-headed Jarl would get what was coming to him. We went back to Whiterun. While we mustered up, I got wise and stripped off my Nightingale armor as Galmar talked, putting on robes and a circlet of destruction I'd picked up from the college. I readied Elemental Bolt on my offhand and drew my sword. I casted Rally and charged with the Stormcloaks as we stormed the gates. This time, I blew down the barricades and archers with explosive magic. When we finally reached the hold, the Jarl fought a good fight but surrendered before he and Irileth were killed. It was hard to fight someone who'd I'd fought beside only days before. And there were many deaths. I silently pledged to study restoration to see if there was a spell that would bring the recently dead back to life. "You would fight the Empire?" Balgruuf asked, "Now I know why the Greymanes weren't on the wall today." "We are the blood of the empire, and if it were ours, we would be able to worship whoever we damn well please," Vignar Greymane responded, "We should be fighting the elves, not bending knee to them." "Yeah, screw the Thalmor. They destroyed Hammerfell too!" I shouted. "Tell me, how many of those dead men out there once called you friend?" Balgruuf shouted. "Enough! All of you!" Galmar shouted, "There is a burning city out there that needs a government." Vignar took control as Jarl. It pains me, because Balgruuf was one of the good ones. I returned to Windhelm to report. That was the start of our war. I'm going to skim over a little bit. The next nine months gets a little tedious. The things to know are: - The Stormcloaks had the Jagged Crown and the Civil War was just beginning. I became instrumental in this conflict. At first, I was a shock trooper, bringing an eclectic cadre of sellswords to the mix to bolster the Stormcloaks' troops. Then I stood shoulder to shoulder with Galmar in deployment of troops when they realized just how valuable I was. These attacks were seldom - once every few weeks. Usually they were Imperial forts, usually near a hold. And for some reason, no reinforcements ever came from down south. Was the Empire really spread that thin? - After I took a hold with the Stormcloaks, I would play the Inn as a bard, and stay in the Inn before returning to Riften. But see the next bullet - - A few weeks back I took down Mercer Frey (with a little help from a few friends). As I was traveling around with my group, I was doing oddjobs for Vex and Delvin (which I would talk to them until they gave me the *right* jobs, winning us contacts in every major city. When my group would retire to the Inn after a raid, I would stay up and rob the place blind, returning to the guild the spoils after I took a cut of the plunder for my group. - In the morning after each raid I served as the go-between for the men and Ulfric, bringing him news of our victories. I often visited him after hours, and often shared his bed with him. I mean, I was pregnant and in control of my body. Why not? - Despite the College of Winterhold dealing with the Orb problem, they started up regular classes again. I would attend them between the raids - I was trying to master at least some magic. Besides just being cool and generally good for grouping, I thought about what could be GREAT if I ever went to prison again. If I'm stripped of all weapons and armor, well, I can still melt faces with Destruction. I can still bend minds with Illusion (or straight-up go invisible and walk out). I can pick locks without a lockpick with Alternation. I can summon meat shields or summon my own weapons with Conjuration. Infinite possibilities. - Dragons were returning to Skyrim. One bit of 'public service' I deigned to perform, if I was truly dragonborn, was to defend holds as they were attacked by dragons. During this few months I must've killed a dozen dragons (again, with help from my group), and they were getting worse. Most of them led to a dragon kill orgy. I mostly kept to interacting with my group, and each hold's guards usually had a dogpile with each other and the warriors involved. I think we might've started to get a reputation. - Last but certainly not least, I was pregnant with Sanguine's (the daedric lord of debauchery and now my husband) baby. Now a thane of Riften (probably because of all the 'public service' I did), I was spending all my off time with Sanguine and Iona in Honeyside while I continued to get bigger. You might say I was a very busy woman during this period. The nine months of my pregnancy rolled by in a hurry and my baby boy was born just a few days before my 20th birthday. Given the circumstances, I named him Damien. I wasn't sure if he was going to come out red and spiny or looking relatively human. But he was brown, with brown eyes and my near-white eyes. I wasn't sure what to think of this - or if he would manifest demonic powers later, but he was beautiful and perfect. I will let you know now - over the next few years his skin lightened to very pale, along with his hair. He looked Nordic, though he still had my eyes. One last note: on a dare, I got my first (semi-)consensual tattoo. I was drunk, the men and I were at an Inn after a raid, and somebody... I think it might have been Rolof bet me he could drink more than me. In this case, he won. And surprisingly, he didn't demand I have sex with him or something else. He told me I was a true Nord in spirit, having almost bested a Stormcloak warrior and I had to get something to commemorate. I got two axes across my stomach. The boys approved. "What are those tally marks?" One of them asked. "Don't ask. I don't want to talk about it. And yes, it is permanent, just like these," I said, pointing to the axes. They were better than most the Nords out there. Things like this made me want to stay with the Stormcloaks and see this through. This was near the end of the Civil War. Ulfric and Galmar and the men were gearing up for the Empire's final bastion: Solitude. With a grin, I volunteered to head the charge. Because, godsdamn I hate Solitude.

Hey, it's Destana again. Last time I traveled around Skyrim and tied up a lot of loose ends. But this is a special occasion. Now that I established an actual home, I returned to the bedroll under the Honningbrew Meadery and slept there. I was taken to Sanguine's realm, as before. "If it isn't my adherent," he looked up from whipping a young lady, "What brings you here?" I approached him, pulling away the Nightingale armor around my collar. Sanguine blinked, "You're bold. Look at you, wearing an Amulet of Mara. Interested in me, are you?" "What do you say?" I asked, "You're immortal, right? It'll only be until my death do us part. At the very least, come with me to Nirn. You don't get out enough." Sanguine's smile grew slowly, "Do you know what you're asking?" I smiled, "I do." He chuckled, waving his hands, and the realm around us dematerialized. We were standing next to his statue in the caves. Him, in a blue toga in his full daedric form instead of armor. "Are you sure you'd be interested in a life together?" Sanguine asked, "You are interesting company. More than interesting." "I'd be more than interested," I replied. He grinned again, "All of Skyrim... All of Nirn better get ready to stand the fuck aside then." He chuckled like a low rumble. "Let's go to Riften. That's where the chapel is." "Sure. Sure they'll accept a red man like myself?" He asked, then he added, "Well actually, they'll see Sam. I'll meet you there." I stopped off and got a wedding dress, then I made my way to Riften. It wasn't a big ceremony. Up until this point I haven't made my life the type that puts down roots or keeps friends that have an established place in the world. Even this wedding ceremony wasn't exactly normal. I'm sure the Sam disguise looked acceptable and normal, and Sanguine looked good in his blue robes that offset his red daedric skin, that's not what I mean. I mean monogamy was not in our blood. I most certainly was going to continue doing whatever I wanted with my body, and I'm certain he would do the same. This ceremony was a declaration of love, not of ownership. I walked into the ceremony in my red and white wedding dress, looking beautiful. Maramal made a lot of declarations, but I wasn't really listening. "Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?" He asked at the end. "I do." "And you?" "I do," Sanguine replied. We kissed, and that was that. Maramal gave us rings. "It's a simple ceremony, but it'll do. You're here. That's what is important," Sanguine said as we walked out. "Now, let's go to Honeyside. I just bought it," I smiled, "It may not be up to your normal standards, but, it's what I have for now." "I'd be honored," Sanguine replied, and we went to my house in Riften. Obviously our honeymoon was no different from when we first met. We fucked each other's brains out for four solid days. Iona supplied us with regular food and water. Eventually, though, he learned that I was pregnant. "You know I would've been there for the child whether or not this (marriage) happened, right?" He asked. "I'm not into taking people's decisions away from them," I replied, "If you want to be a father, then that's your choice." After about a week, I decided I was not going to quit adventuring yet. "How'd you like to come with me?" I asked. "Come with you? On your adventures?" He asked. "Yeah. I've been thinking I'm putting myself in far too many dangerous situations. There's a civil war brewing without the bodies to get it off the ground. I need to go catch Mercer before he gets out of Skyrim and is gone forever. There's a lot to do. So I've decided I'm going to start... not an army. An adventuring company? I learned some basic Restoration and Illusion that augments allies, and I think some meat shields would do me good," I pontificated. I had been thinking back to all the possible companions offering their services that I'd seen or heard of in my travels. A number of names came to mind, but I decided I would narrow it down to only a few, and try to maintain some semblance of balance. I would be the back guy, the thief, and perhaps a healing type. Cue the montage music. - I would need at least one more melee fighter. I handed Sanguine the Dragon's Oath as part of our initial planning phase for this. I would wield the Nightingale Blade and daggers for now (if needed). He of course told me he had centuries of combat experience. But he decided for today he was going to sit out the recruiting, "My, this place is atrocious. I'm going to clean up in here." - I needed one or two ranged attackers. After asking around, I realized there was a strange man in the Riften Jail I'd passed on one of my first days in Riften. Somebody in jail was murderhobo/unattached enough for me. I approached the cell. "Thank the gods! You've finally come to kill me!" "Uh... what?" I asked. "My friend, do you not remember me?" ".....What?" I asked again. "I have wronged you terribly. I must insist that you kill me now, even if your memory is a little fuzzy," he said. "Wait... what is your name?" "I am called Inigo the Brave." "Please, instead of me killing you, how about you take a period of service with me?" I asked. He shrugged, "I think I can agree to that." "But wait, you're in prison. Just let me talk to the Jarl. I'm a thane here." "My friend, I can leave anytime. The guards insist I've done nothing wrong, but they told me I could live in this empty jail cell if I paid them a handsome price," Inigo explained. I smiled, chuckling, "You're a strange cat, Inigo. Any good with a sword? Bows even?" "I do a little of that. And I sneak," he replied. "Good. You can have a spot on my team," I said, then I led him to Honeyside. Sanguine and Iona were sitting at the dinner table. "My love, I cooked you a meal," Sanguine said. "There's no human flesh in here is there?" I asked, half-jokingly. "Just a meat pie. Beef. Not human meat," Sanguine said, "You know I value consent. I'd only serve you human meat if you want it." I pursed my lips, storing that information in the vault. "This is really good," Iona was enjoying a piece already. "I am, unfortunately, without equipment," Inigo said. "And naked," I added, then I walked over to my chest. I grabbed my Elven Armor, from back when I started my journey. Then I tossed it to him and he put it on, "Looks good on you." - Then I remembered that woman, a bard and alchemist, who'd been hanging out in the Bannered Mare. I traveled there, leaving Sanguine at home and just taking Inigo to get her. As I approached, she said, "Have you by any chance seen a goodfornothing Nord?" "No." "He and his friend stole something precious to me, and I need to find them before they do something I'll regret." "This is starting to sound like a quest. I hope a short one, because I'm kind of a quest junkie," I took out my log, flipping through it, "And the quest log is getting awfully heavy." "Will you help?" She asked. "Yeah, I'll help. Do you want to be a part of my burgeoning fighting force if I help you?" I asked, "Of course, I'll have to interview your skills when we get to that point." "Uh.. sure," she replied. We headed to the outskirts of Whiterun. - My next recruit kind fell into my lap. By which, I mean... it was an accident, not that she sat in my lap or anything... That comes later. We'd headed to the Whiterun stables to ride over and find those guys who'd taken Vilja's bottle. And... there was a naked woman there just lying unconscious in the stables. Curious (and... wow, she's really hot. Even more than me!!) I decided I would approach. I poked her with my boot. "Oh hey, it's you," her eyes blinked open, "Oh, I mean, I've never met you before. It's not like I've been following you around or something." "On second thought..." I turned. "Wait... I'm injured! Yeah, injured. I might die if you leave me here. Let me come with you." "You look fine to me," I said. Very fine. "Ok, if you let me come with you, I'll make it worth you while." "I guess I could use more backup," I said. "Yeah, and I'm strong and good-looking too!" "And modest," I smirked, "But if you're so strong why do you need my help? And where are your clothes?" "I... have no idea," she folded her arms. But not to hide her nakedness. She seemed to have no problem with that. She continued, "My name is Sofia, by the way." "I'm going to have to give you some armor. Then we're going to help this one get her thing back," I pointed to Vilja. I handed her the Stormcloak Armor. I wasn't going to use it. Maybe I could find her something better later. We walked over to the Meadery, which is where the Vilja's thugs were discussing her bottle. "Is it possible to turn into a donkey if you're cursed?" The big one asked the smaller one. "So you guys stole from a defenseless woman and now you're cursed," I said, "I can take that cursed bottle off your hands, if you like." "Please, take it!" The big one said, handing it to me. Vilja smiled, "That was easy. I guess an explanation is in order. My grandmother ..." I started to zone out during this explanation. "...Morrowind... " I'm not usually rude, but my quest log was already getting really full. "...Eldergleam Sanctuary..." "Wait, I think I've been there!" I said. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that was true. But whatever, I offered to go with her there. But first, I was going to take care of rounding out this group! - I still needed a tank. I asked around and looked at my quest log at the hundreds of things I'd written down I picked up over the months here. One note in particular pointed me to a battle-hardened old woman named Shirley who was a veteran of the Great War. THE Great War. The one with the White-Gold Concordant. Heavily armored, two handed weapons. Lots of battle experience. She'd be perfect. She'd been living alone for a number of years at a house in the mountains. Let me tell you, it was not an easy climb. I walked into her house, my entourage already getting somewhat large. She was sitting there in her living room, wearing a purple old dress. "Afternoon travelers, what brings you out here to the boonies?" "I heard you have a lot of experience. I'm forming a fighting force," I said. "Oh sure, sure. I've forgotten more things about war and combat than most people know," Shirley said. I thought she might take a little convincing, so I added, "I'm a pretty good adventurer, but these days, I need protection. See..." I looked down at my stomach. "I understand, honey," she said. "Of course, everybody gets a cut of the spoils," I explained. "Problem is, a nasty group of bandits made off with my sword and bow." I smiled, "Now that's a quest I can get behind. I'll be back." It was close. We were on a mountain, so I casted slow fall and jumped down, running the plains to Silent Moons Camp. With Inigo, Sofia, Vilja and myself, we decimated the bandits there. As we overcame them I grabbed the best pieces off each bandit, grabbing an elven shield for Inigo, a bandit shield, boots and gloves for Sofia, and a full suit of Nordic Plate armor. When we returned, Shirley clapped me on the back. Half war hero, half grandma. She grabbed some steel plate armor, laying it out orderly in front of her. Then she turned, pulling off the purple dress (still in underwear). And man... grandma was jacked! Despite being old, she was covered in muscle and scars! "Wow!" One of the group said. "I try to stay in shape," the old lady chuckled. I stopped her from suiting up, taking out the Nordic Plate, "Here, think of it as an advance. The Bandit Chief was wearing it." "Pretty neat fringe benefits!" She chuckled. Then I handed held out her enchanted greatsword and her bow covered in leaves and vines. "Ready," she said. "Now for the final piece we're going to go get find Mercer Frey. Think of this as your test run. To the victor goes the spoils." We traveled to Riften, it having been a couple days of travel gathering this group. I walked into Honeyside again with my entourage. Sanguine was waiting there, "You have quite the group. About to go on adventure?" "Yeah. We're going to ... Irk... whatever, a ruin. There are two more waiting for me there so I think I'm going to leave you and Iona here for this one," I explained. "Me coming was an option?" Iona asked. "Just have a bite to eat and I'll be waiting," Sanguine smiled, "Oh, and I may have some business to take care of from time to time in Oblivion, so don't expect me to be here 24 hours a day." "Of course, you're an important man." I dipped into my camping skills and constructed a four person tent and bedrolls and set it up for them, as there weren't enough beds for everyone. We set out for ... the ruin in the morning, fighting some bandits at the entrance, then finding more dead inside. Brynjolf and Karliah were waiting for me just past them. To be honest, we steamrolled the dungeon. I kept Rally up on the group and hung back with bow (and crossbow) while they did the dirty work. We got to the end of the Falmer and Dwemer tech and found Mercer prying the eyes of the Falmer out of a giant snow elf statue. "You can't get the drop on me, Karliah!" Mercer turned to find me, Brynjolf, Karliah, Inigo, Sofia, Vilja, and Shirley waiting for him. A storm of arrows before he turned invisible. "Trying to escape?" I shouted, "You were a fool to think we weren't going to bring backup. If the rest of the guild weren't a bunch of sneakthieves who avoid combat I'd've brought them too." One of the arrows somebody'd hit him with was sticking out of his invisible body and he stuck out like a sore thumb. I snuck while Sofia and Brynjolf engaged him and I started to lay into him from the back. I got the feeling this was meant to be a duel, but we trounced him. Justice/Revenge is a bitch. The place filled up with water but we got out of there. "Damn guys, that was a rousing success," I said. I turned to Karliah, "I'm going to take the Skeleton Key back now, but I have a couple stops to make first." Of course, secretly, I kept that thing for a WHILE. I still had a Thieves' Guild to make great again. "I'll be back at the guild, lass," Brynjolf said. "Of course," I turned to my guys, "You guys did great. I'm going to divvy out the spoils when we get back to Riften. How about a bonus job? We're actually only a short walk from it." We headed to Korvanjund. Time to get Ulfric his damn crown. "So you finally arrived," Galmar turned, "Oh." "I brought some friends," I smirked, "We're going to steamroll this place." "Damn imperials are trying to get in. I wonder if it's the same reason we are. No matter. Ready to kick some Imperial ass?" Galmar asked. "Hell yeah, brother!" I shouted, casting Rally on the whole group. We stormed the Draugr-filled ruin to find Imperial Soldiers there ahead of us. And the draugr seemed strong and more numerous that I would've expected. At the end, we had the Jagged Crown. We returned to Windhelm to deliver it to Ulfric Stormcloak. I found him in his bedchamber. "Damn, the old bear was right!" Ulfric sat up in his bed, "I need you to deliver this axe to Jarl Baalgruf of Whiterun. He'll know what it means." I smirked. "Is there a Ms. Stormcloak?" I asked "No, why do you ask?" He asked back. I was on a high from all that violence, so I acted on it. I'm fairly certain Sanguine has been watching me throughout. I decided I would take a detour to Riften to pick him up, though, before I went to Whiterun.

SPD Curvaceous Chubby Wolfcry Armor View File BBW Wolfcry Armor For the SPD Curvaceous Chubby body. June 16, 2020 If you play with Vilja enough, she'll eventually make a suit of fur armor for you that is pretty much standard size...for Oblivion...C-cup & medium lower body. This fixes that if your PC is playing as the SPD Curvaceous Chubby girl...etc. This is a mix of Trashdog's and Ave Brave's meshes. Apachii textures were used for the re-texture. The result is a generally black arrangement. It's a bit of a hack...but what do yah do? No esp needed...nor any changes to Vilja's esp. Just put the meshes and texture folders into your Oblivion Data folder. Done! Enjoy Dog Submitter DogOnPorch Submitted 06/16/2020 Category Armor & Clothing Requires Set Body, SDP Curvaceous Modified Body and Vilja  

SPD Curvaceous Bikinis For Vilja View File Trashdog's Curvaceous Chubby Bikinis For Vilja compiled by DogOnPorch May 23, 2020 "Oh, you want to go swimming! Awwww. Sometimes you're a real sweetheart. Let's go." ---Vilja So you've got all the mods to make Vilja a BBW and are ready for a relaxing afternoon of swimming with your favorite companion...and horrors! Vilja is a skinny chick all of a sudden. Bummer.... This fixes that with a wide selection of various Trashdog Curvaceous bikinis for Vilja to choose from. BABS_Black is for skinny dipping with Vilja...no suit with that one. The rest are a variety of colours that have no relationship to the colour listed. Take a pick...see what you get. Install...no esp needed...just put it all in your Oblivion data folder. Emma's Vilja is avaiable at... https://www.nexusmods.com/oblivion/mods/28977 Clothes for the SPD Cuvaceous Chubby body... The updated SPD body itself. To make Vilja a bigger girl in the first place, you'll need to install Set Body that comes in several versions. Available at Nexus & LoversLab. You'd then relace the old SPD Curvaceous body with the new one in the folders...or if no folder exists for the body in that version, find the Speedbuster MukiMuki folder with all four meshes in it and use that. (Hands, Feet, Femaleupperbody, Femalelowerbody) meshes--->characters--->bombshell--->one of these folders Then you can fire-up Oblivion and check it out. If you'd like Vilja to be truly a bigger lass, hit the ~ key to open the console...click on Vilja and then type... setscale 1.1 then hit Enter...close the console. Vilja starts as a Scale 1.0 Imperial rather than Nord size...now she's about 6 foot or a little taller. Lots to love. If that's too tall for you...smaller number...1.05. Lore does says those Nord chicks are BIG... Enjoy! Dog... BTW, see the support thread for various extra Vilja mods that might or might not be to your liking. Submitter DogOnPorch Submitted 05/23/2020 Category Armor & Clothing Requires Vilja and the SPD Curvaceous Modified Body...and Vilja would like some clothes-es, please. :)