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Hoping to save your childhood friend from a lifetime transformed into a woman, you have agreed to four dates with the witch who punished him for trying to rape her. She seems honest and open, but you sense something sinister about her.. -It´s an Interactive Visual Novel that offers a large number of decisions that will allow you to reach satisfactory endings unless you have chosen wrongly.- CHARACTERS: You. (Choose your name.) Neus (The Cutie Witch) Dídac (Sporty Roomate) Dídac (more femenine...) Mysterious Butsy Blonde Woman Click Here to see Next Changelogs, Next Updates and Walkthrought. WARNINGS: - ADULT CONTENT. - WORK IN PROGRESS: 70% FINISHED(mostly in sketches, 3 first days (of 5) in color). GENRE: - Date-Sim - Interactive Visual Novel TAGS: - Gender-Bender - Male protagonist - Small tits - Big tits - Sex - Blowjob - Romance - Mystery - Hardcore PLOT: Your roommate and best friend tries to rape Neus, the most introverted of the whole design school, who bites him just after you save her. You discover that bite was not only for self-defense, it also contains a bewitching that turns your roomate step by step into a girl. Who everyday that pases, she seem forgeting more his past and becoming more attracted to you. To save your friend, you make a pact wit Neus to have 4 dates, and the last night she promises to return his original male form to your buddy. Although it seems that she keeps her word, there are sinister things she had not told you yet. GAME FEATURES: -Playtime: +3 hours aprox (Depending on your choices) -15 endings for now. -"Namable protagonist". -A lot of CGs with expressions and opend/closed mouths. -Resolution: 800x600 - Sounds and Music MUSIC in the game by: - Alcaknight - Kevin Macleod QUESTIONS (I would appreciate if you could answer them after playing the game): - What do you think about the Main Menu Presentation animation? - Did you have more than one different ending re-playing it? - Wich is the most boring part of the game in your opinion? - Wich is the most interesting part of the game in your opinion? - Is there any song annoying for the game situation? - Is there any sound you feel it´s wrong or bad recorded? - What do you think about the english translation? - Even if the main scenes didn´t started yet... Is there an interest for ending the story? - Do you have any other kind of opinion about the game?

Fouyaya Femdom & Fetish Animations for WickedWhims (26/02 February Update +18 Extreme Animations) View File Hello, I'm creating animations for Wickedwhims, I specialize in Fetish Animations and General Femdom. (e.g. foot worship/footjob/trample/ass worship/facesitting/fart fetish/pussy worship/goldenshower/armpit worship/ballbusting/BDSM...) Although my animations are created with a female dom and a male sub in mind, feel free to switch the genders. Most of my animations will still look fine. Just bear in mind that the dominant sim won't have any penis/testicle action. The sub however will have either boobs or testicles/penis action depending on the gender. (or both if you're using a futa sub) There are 2 animation packages available: "WW_fouyaya_animations" and "WW_fouyaya_animations_extreme", the extreme package is optional and contains animations that might not appeal to everyone (piss, farts, scat). Simply put one or both .package in your Electronic Arts/The Sims4/mods/wickedwhims folder and enjoy. The "fouyaya_pieceofshit" package is a prop needed for the scat animations, download it ONLY if you want those animations. The "fouyaya_toiletbox" package is a custom toilet made to fit the toilet domination sequence, it's also a functional toilet with the "sit" interaction added to it. see picture below. The "fouyaya_metalchairmanacles" package is a basegame dining metal chair with added manacles on the armrest/chairleg to fit with the "tied up" animation sequence. The "fouyaya_QueeningChair" package is a modified stool chair with a hole in it and manacles, it's needed for the whole "Queening Chair" sequence (it also requires the "Get Together" DLC). see picture below. The "fouyaya_smotherbox" package is a custom smotherbox BDSM object, it's needed for the whole "Smotherbox" sequence. see picture below. Animations starting with "SNUSNU" are meant to be played with a height mod, they won't look good without as the animations are created with a scaled-up and scaled-down rig. The dominant sim has to be roughly 10% larger than the average sim while the sub has to be 10% smaller. You can create that height difference with the height slider I recommend below (Note that you can also tweak the actors' positions further with the sex positioning tool available in Wickedwhims settings). Animations starting with "WITCH" are meant for magic-inclined sims, you need the Realm of Magic DLC for these animations to look and sound as intended. However, note that you should still be able to play them without it. (use the "ignore occult sims restrictions" in gender settings in WW to avoid needing a witch/wizard sim to play them) There are also animations meant to be played only once -transition type animation- You will need to have sex stage progression on, and not override the duration of the animation in wickedwhims settings for it to work properly. You'll also need to have the auto-undressing setting on for the undressing transition animations to work properly. note that to play all my animations smoothly you'll also need : The Sims 4 with latest update (some DLCs might also be needed, e.g. Spa Day for the massage table, realm of magic for the WITCH series) WickedWhims with latest update A height mod if you want to play the amazon animations correctly —animations named SNUSNU— I suggest this one. A reminder, the animations are made to fit a sim 10% taller than standard height with a sim 10% smaller which is roughly the max height drop/boost you can get with the mod linked above —the heightslider1.package— Yr_sa Bondage Devices for the Bondage Cross and the steel hole Azmodan22's Bondage Devices for the pillory (optional) Kritical's slaveset1a headpiece fits well with some animations (e.g. the "fuck face" animation) Serinka's Sport inventory for the barbell and barbell stand Big Boobs Waifu, a flirty book recolor to play the "big boobs/butt waifu" sequence Cherry_Pie Cum mesh for male climax animations. Nintendo Switch Tablet by littledica for the "gaming chair" animation sequences. I am on Patreon if you want to support me (All the animations and mods I've made over the years are largely a result of the generous backing I get from Patrons, please consider subscribing if you enjoy my work and also to get early access to additional animations) -> Preview Gallery Here <- List of animations (total including early access=553) —list is sadly incomplete, please check the redgifs preview gallery for the recent animations— ++NEW++Early Access++ extreme animations package (piss/farts/scat) regular package (animations in orange are in early access on my patreon) (sofa animations will look best with the "size-sensitive Sofa") (chair animations will look best with the "Arrmless dining chair" or "armmed dining chair") (stool chair animations will look best with the "retro dinette bar stool") (living chair animations will look best with the "deep delight living chair") Submitter fouyaya Submitted 09/23/19 Category Animations - WickedWhims Requirements WickedWhims

Hello everyone! I'm developing a game called Mana Quest and I'm here to share a bit of my dev journey and bring updates as I develop it. You will step into the shoes of an entrepreneur, running a humble shop, and serving a diverse array of customers. Along the way you will develop into a colossal business by acquiring business partners and recruiting adventurers to help you explore other worlds in search of riches. Build your harem all while stopping an evil force approaching this new fantasy world! ------------------------------------------------ HENTAI ------------------------------------------------ In Mana Quest, you can have hentai scenes with a diverse array of girls and races! Every character has a different body type, monster race types (Humanoid, Anthro, Monsterish) and personality to keep them interesting. Hopefully the best girl will be different for every player. All of the adult scenes have a minimum of 8-12 variations alongside immersive dialogue, narration and actions. They will also be fully animated. All gameplay elements also reward you with these scenes, from Mana farming to running your shop or even mini-games, you've got something spicy to work towards. You also won't have to lose in combat to see scenes. --------------------------------------------------- PLAYABLE CHARACTERS --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- SIDE CHARACTERS --------------------------------------------------- And more characters planned which I still don't have any art for! --------------------------------------------------- STORY --------------------------------------------------- Mana Quest has a lighthearted and engaging story divided into 7 chapters, including a prologue and an epilogue. The story and characters are all already written (No, I won't be making stuff up as I go along!!). One day, while playing your favorite MMO, you suddenly get teleported into a fantasy world called Eter by a strange cat. Her name is Euna, the goddess of this realm, and she informs you that this world desperately needs your help. There's just one problem.. you're not really the hero she was looking for, in fact you're just a regular guy! In Eter, Mana is the essence of life, which also serves as the fundamental fuel of magic. But there's been a sudden inexplicable shortage of it. In order to prevent chaos, veteran adventurers started exploring other worlds to gather it. This is called world-hopping. They established the city of Hoppe, a thriving hub around an ancient tree that acts as the gateway to these worlds, making it the bustling center of Eter and functioning as the main gathering point for extra-dimensional Mana. Adventurers of all kinds travel here to go world-hopping! In Mana Quest, your mission is to bring Mana back to Eter, get rich, collect cute monster girlfriends and become famous while doing it. Use your business skills and your party's unique strengths to help prevent a mysterious impending doom befalling upon this world! --------------------------------------------------- SCREENSHOTS --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- FEATURES --------------------------------------------------- Diverse character bust system - with many emotions and different poses to make everyone feel way more expressive. Almost no menus. Nearly all info is in-map or on screen, including the in-game inventory window. Quest log & map window to keep track of events and characters. Pixel movement with custom collisions system. Mana farming - gather Mana essences that help you craft and sell things. Comes with seasons and a weather system. Crafting grid system - a 3x3 grid where you can place ingredients to make items. Much like minecraft. Monster girl management - Leveling up your farming skills will help you collect monster girls that live in your farm. You will need to take care of them. Shop system - You can sell things at your shop and haggle with customers for the best deal, as well as other features like special orders, picking up specific items, etc. You will also be able to expand your shop, customize it and hire workers to help you out. World-hopping exploration - You will be able to travel to other worlds via the adventurer's guild. All with different aesthetics, enemies, bosses, monster girls, etc. Turn management combat system. No other gauges to take care of besides health and turn points. All skills/actions require a certain amount of turn points in order to be used. Both players and enemies can use order altering skills to mess things around. It's all about strategizing what to do with your turns! No menu browsing either. You just click on the action you want to do and then on the enemy/party member. Camp system - During world-hopping you can set up camp at specific spots, these will be the only safe spots in other worlds, you will be able to talk with party members, save the game and among other things. Professions & skills - Each party member will be able to do different actions during world-hopping, for example Alna can pick up heavy objects and mine for resources. Poki - A dice minigame that will help you make some money on the side. Configurable controls - You can use keyboard & mouse or you can almost fully play it with just your mouse as well. --------------------------------------------------- LINKS DISCORD | STEAM | ITCH.IO | PATREON | SUBSCRIBE STAR | KOFI --------------------------------------------------- HOW CAN I PLAY? Mana Quest launches early access in 2026, with multiple ways to play: 💾 Versions: Dev - Frequently updated, incorporating feedback & voting from VIP members. Support me on Patreon / Subscribe Star to access it. Public - Updates less often, but all content from the developer version will eventually be included. Launching later this year. 🚀 Discord Nitro: You can also boost my server with Nitro to unlock Dev Tier 1 access. I will be updating this thread with news about development and answering any questions you guys have!

Narrator: Katarina (The Witch) I left the village when I was sixteen. There was no goodbye. There were no tears. Just me, the road, and the fragment burning inside my chest like a black flame. I took only what would fit in a leather backpack: a change of clothes, a rusty dagger my father never learned to use, some stale bread and salty cheese. The rest – the bed where I slept for sixteen years, the wooden toys my grandfather carved for me, the blue dress my mother said made me look pretty – all stayed behind. I didn't miss it. Perhaps something was broken inside me. Perhaps the fragment I had absorbed in the cave had consumed my capacity to feel nostalgia. Or perhaps I simply knew, from that first silent night behind the waterfall, that that place had never been my home. My home was ahead. Somewhere I didn't know yet. I walked south. Not for any particular reason – just because the south was the opposite direction from the icy sea to the north, and I didn't want to end my days as just another frozen corpse on the coast of Winterhold . The first few weeks were difficult. I slept in stables when I was lucky. In ditches when I wasn't. I stole fruit from other people's orchards and ate raw mushrooms picked by the roadside. I learned to distinguish the poisonous from the edible ones the same way I learned everything back then – by making mistakes, vomiting, almost dying, and never making the same mistake twice. My body was changing. Not visibly – I remained the same skinny girl with dark hair and strange eyes who had left the village. But something inside me was expanding. The fragment pulsed on alternate days, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes completely silent – and I felt, with each pulse, that I was growing. Maturing. Becoming something that didn't yet have a name. The first time I used magic was by accident. Or perhaps it wasn't an accident. Perhaps the fragment chose that moment – a drunken man in a filthy tavern, his fat hands gripping my arm, his foul breath against my face. He wanted something I wasn't willing to give him. I refused. He insisted. And then, before I could think, before I could decide, something came out of me. Not a word – a thought. Not a gesture – an intention. The man fell. He didn't faint. He didn't die. He simply fell, as if his legs had ceased to exist. His wide eyes stared at me from the ground, and I saw fear in them – fear of me. That night, I discovered that the fragment was not just a source of power. It was an extension of my will. And I could use it to do anything. next two years wandering around southern Skyrim . I visited villages that weren't on the maps. I crossed forests where the sunlight never touched the ground. I slept in the ruins of forgotten fortresses and woke up with ghosts whispering in my ears. I learned on my own. I had no teachers – not back then. Every spell I discovered, every potion I invented, every survival trick I mastered, was acquired through trial and error and stubbornness. I fell many times. I hurt myself. I burned myself. I poisoned myself. But I never died. The fragment wouldn't let me die. When I turned eighteen, I arrived at Reach . The mountains rose all around like stone fingers pointing to the sky. The rivers ran cold and fast, carving deep gorges that seemed like open wounds in the earth. The trees were twisted, the bushes thorny, the animals wary. It was a tough place. A place that did not welcome the weak. I loved Reach from the very first moment. Not for what he was – but for what he allowed me to be. In Reach , nobody asked where you came from. Nobody cared about your past. The only thing that mattered was what you could do – and what you were willing to do to survive. It was in Reach that I found my first coven . There were six women. They lived in a hidden cabin in a valley that no map recorded. Their leader was called Elara – an old woman, very old, with gray hair and eyes that saw things that ordinary eyes could not see. She found me wandering through the forest. "You reek of power," he said, without offering any greetings. "And of fear." "I'm not afraid," I lied. Elara laughed. A dry sound, like branches breaking. Then you're foolish. The two things together will kill you. She invited me to stay. I was left. I spent three years in that coven . Elara taught me what I hadn't been able to learn on my own. Real magic – not the crude tricks I discovered by accident, but the art of shaping reality with words and gestures. She showed me how to extract poison from plants, how to stitch wounds with invisible threads, how to read the stars as if they were letters in an ancient book. The other women were suspicious of me at first. They were all older, more experienced. Some had spent decades in the coven . I was the newcomer, the outsider, the strange girl who had appeared out of nowhere wielding a power that no one could identify. But over time, they accepted my presence. One of them, named Brynja , went beyond acceptance. Brynja was a tall, red-haired woman with broad shoulders and hands that seemed made for wielding axes rather than wands. She claimed her magic was weak, but her skill with herbs was legendary – she could cure an infection that no other healer could even identify. Brynja was the one who took me to bed for the first time. It happened in winter. The fire burned low in the fireplace, and the snow beat against the windows with the violence of northern storms . The other women had already retired to their rooms. Only the two of us remained , sitting on the kitchen floor, silently drinking warm mead . "You're beautiful," she said. It wasn't a compliment—it was an observation. Like saying that snow is cold. "You too," I replied, because it was true. Brynja wasn't beautiful in the conventional sense. Her face was scarred by smallpox, her nose was broken and poorly repaired, her teeth were uneven. But there was something about her—a strength, a presence—that made her irresistible. She approached. His breath smelled of honey and spices. His lips touched mine. That night, I learned that sex could be more than pleasure. It could be power. Surrender. Discovery. Every touch of Brynja on my skin was uncharted territory being explored. Every moan I elicited from her was a victory. She taught me that my body was a weapon as sharp as any spell. And I learned quickly. I spent years alternating between the coven and the road. Elara used to say that I had the soul of a she-wolf – not a werewolf, not yet at that time – but the soul of a lone she-wolf, who needs the pack to survive the winter, but who is never content to stay still. She was right. I would return to the coven , stay for a few weeks, a few months. I would help with the potions, teach the younger ones, participate in the full moon rituals. But there would always come a day when the fragment burned stronger, and I knew it was time to leave. Brynja never complained. She just watched me pack my backpack, her green eyes shining in the dim light, and said: Come back when you get tired of the world. I always came back. It was on one of these turns that I learned the spell that Brynja called "the extension of the will". She taught me that magic didn't have to be just destruction or healing. It could be pleasure. It could be creation. It could be a bridge between desire and the body. "Close your eyes," she said, sitting naked before me, the fire in the fireplace casting shadows on her skin. "Think about what you want. Not with words. With your body." I tried. I felt the fragment pulse. My hands grew warm. — Now mold it — she whispered. The energy that flowed from me wasn't violent like in combat spells. It was soft, liquid, warm. It coiled between my hands like smoke, then solidified into the form of flesh and magic. A dildo . Translucent. Warm to the touch. Perfectly smooth, perfectly firm, perfectly the size I wanted at that moment. Brynja smiled. I knew you would learn quickly. That night, after Brynja fell asleep, I was left alone with my creation. I lay on my back on the wolf skins, the fire already low in the fireplace, only reddish embers illuminating the room. I held the magic object between my fingers. It pulsed slightly, as if it had a life of its own. It was warm – warmer than flesh, warmer than anything I had ever touched. I lowered my hand between my thighs. I was already wet – not just from what I'd done with Brynja , but from the anticipation of what was to come. I placed the tip of the dildo against the entrance of my vagina. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. It wasn't like a finger, it wasn't like a penis – it was something in between, slippery and firm, pulsing at the same frequency as the fragment inside my chest. I pushed slowly. He entered me with such ease that it took my breath away. Every inch slid inside me as if he knew exactly where to go – as if he knew my body better than I knew myself. When he was fully inside, I stopped. I felt him filling me completely, warm and vibrant, touching places no lover had ever reached before. I started to move. Slowly at first. Pushing and pulling at a pace I controlled myself. Each time he entered, my inner walls contracted around him. Each time he withdrew, I felt an immediate and unbearable emptiness – and I needed to have him back. I increased the pace. My body began to sweat. My breasts swayed with every movement. My breathing turned into low moans that I didn't even try to stifle – there was no one to hear, except Brynja , who was fast asleep beside me. I used my free hand to stimulate my clitoris while the dildo magically continued moving inside me, obeying my will, speeding up when I wanted it to speed up, going deeper when I wanted more. I felt the orgasm rising. Not like a wave – like an eruption. It started at my toes, moved up my legs, squeezed my belly, and exploded between my thighs. My whole body arched against the wolf skin. My mouth opened in a silent moan. My eyes rolled back. When the pleasure finally subsided, I was panting, covered in sweat, with the dildo still inside me, throbbing gently. I never again needed to depend on men to feel something inside me. I used the creation on myself many times after that night. And on other women. And on other men, when I wanted to turn the tables – when I wanted to be the one penetrating, not the one being penetrated. Magic gave me freedom. And I never gave her up again. And we always found a way to celebrate our reunion – in bed, on the forest floor, against the barn wall. Brynja wasn't jealous. She knew I belonged to myself before I belonged to anyone else. Perhaps that's why I stayed with her for so long. It was on one of those trips that I met Rebecca's father. I was in my early twenties – remembering numbers was never important to me. What mattered was what they represented, not who they were. He was a member of the Circle of Companions of Whiterun . Tall, strong, with dark hair and eyes that changed color depending on the light – sometimes brown, sometimes golden, sometimes somewhere in between. He had the beast inside him, just as I had the fragment. We recognized each other immediately. It wasn't love. It was attraction. Recognition. The certainty that, for a few nights, we could stop hiding. He met me in a tavern near Rorikstead . We drank. We talked. He spoke of the Companions, of honor, of controlling the beast within . I spoke of the coven , of the fragment, of the power that burned within me, never to be extinguished. He wasn't afraid of me. Perhaps that's why I agreed to go to bed with him. He turned me around before I could even say a word. My hands found the cold wall of the cabin, my breasts pressed against the rough wood, my legs spread wide enough for him to fit between them. "Like this," he growled against my ear. "Stay like this." It was fast. Intense. Animalistic. Not in the sense of lycanthropy – although we both knew what the other was – but in the sense of urgency. As if we knew time was short. He entered me from behind with a single thrust. I gasped, my fingers scraping against the wooden wall. His hands were large and rough – one gripped my waist, the other moved up my stomach to my breasts, squeezing, pulling, shaping. "Is this how you like it?" he asked, his voice deep, the rhythm starting slow and profound. "Yes," I replied, because it was true. Each thrust pushed me against the wall. My nipples brushed against the wood with every movement, creating a friction that mingled with the pleasure growing inside me. I moaned softly, biting my lips, my loose hair swaying down my back. He sped up. His hand on my waist tightened, pulling me against him with each thrust. I could feel every inch of him inside me – the thickness, the heat, the way he filled me completely. "No, stop," I pleaded. He didn't stop. His mouth was hot against my back, wet kisses trailing down my spine as he continued to fuck me against the wall. His breathing was heavy, uneven, low moans lost in the sound of our bodies colliding. When I came, it was with a moan caught in my throat, my body tightening around him, my legs threatening to give way. He held me tight, continued moving for a few more thrusts, and then came inside me with a guttural grunt. We stayed like that for a moment. He leaned against me, panting. I leaned against the wall, trembling. There were no statements. There were no promises. He simply walked away, put on his clothes, and lay down on the floor as if nothing had happened. Me too. Just two lonely creatures sharing the same roof for one night. Or three nights. Or a week. I don't remember anymore. I know that when I left, he was still asleep. His chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm, and for a moment I thought about staying. About waking him with a kiss. About saying something other than goodbye. But I wasn't one of those. So I just got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and disappeared down the road. I found out I was pregnant months later. It wasn't a surprise – I knew, somehow, from the first night. The fragment told me even before my body showed any signs. There was a new pulse inside me, small and warm, completely different from the coldness of the fragment. She was mine. And I didn't know what to do with it. I considered all possibilities. I visited healers. I visited midwives. I visited witches who knew ancient methods to make what shouldn't grow stop growing. But I couldn't. Not because I was maternal. Not because I wanted to be a mother. But because the fragment within me recognized something in that child – something ancient, something powerful, something that deserved to exist. So I let it grow. Rebecca was born on a stormy night. The snow was falling so thickly that you couldn't see your hand in front of your eyes. I was alone in an abandoned cabin in the mountains south of Falkreath , with only the fragment and my own hands to bring my daughter into the world. She was born silent. She didn't cry. She just opened her eyes – clear blue eyes, like a spring sky – and stared at me with a calmness that wasn't that of a newborn. I held her against my chest. She was warm. Small. Perfect. And I knew, at that moment, that I couldn't be with her. Not because I didn't want to – but because the fragment was already burning harder than ever, and something was wrong with me. Something dangerous. Something a small child shouldn't have around. I spent three weeks with Rebecca. I loved her in my own way – silent, distant, but true. I gave her a name that meant "she who unites." Because she would unite things that I couldn't unite on my own. And then, one night, I left her on the doorstep of a house I had been watching for days . A couple. Good. Simple. No children. They would take better care of her than I ever could. I knocked on the door. I hid behind the trees. I watched the man open the door, find the wicker basket, hear the baby crying. I watched his wife run outside, cover Rebecca with a blanket, and cry tears of joy. I never went back to that house again. Not because I didn't want to. But because I knew that if I went back, I wouldn't be able to leave again. And I needed to leave. The fragment was burning. And something inside me told me that my daughter needed to be human for a little longer – before the world called her back to who she truly was. I spent the following years as I always have: wandering, learning, growing. I went back to the coven . Brynja was still there, older, more tired, but still with the same crooked smile. She didn't ask about what happened. She just hugged me. "You're different," he said. "I am different," I replied. She didn't insist. That night, we made love as if it were the last time. And perhaps it was – because I knew, deep down, that I couldn't stay. The coven was too small for me right now. The world was big. And I still had a lot to learn. It was after the coven that I found the way to Volkihar . The fragment within me began to change in the fifth grade. No longer a dormant ember – but a flame that grew, stretching outward from me like invisible roots. I felt something. Someone. A distant presence that called to me without words. The call came from the north . From the frozen sea. I spent months following that feeling. I crossed swamps, climbed mountains, followed the coast until the air was so cold that every breath hurt. That's how I found a vampire. He was dying. Lying on the dark sand, his injuries didn't seem accidental. Someone had tried to kill him – and almost succeeded. His chest was ripped open, his pale skin covered in dried blood, his eyes slowly closing. The sun was low on the horizon. In a few hours, he would be truly dead. I should move on. Vampires didn't deserve my pity. They were predators. Monsters. But something in that look made me hesitate. Not the pain. Not the fear of death. There was something more – a depth, an antiquity, a brilliance that did not belong to an ordinary vampire. "Witch," he whispered, his voice weak, his lips stained with blood. "You feel it. The power within you... I feel it." "Who are you?" I asked , without approaching. "Just a vampire," he replied. "One who will die if you don't help." He lied. I knew he was lying. The fragment inside me burned hotter with every second I spent near that man. He wasn't "just a vampire." But something was pulling me. Something that wasn't reason. It was instinct. "What's your name?" I asked . — Vighar . I knelt on the sand beside him. My hands glowed with restorative magic—something I hated using, but which the fragment made easy. The vampire's flesh closed before my eyes. The deep wounds began to heal. It took him hours to recover. When he finally stood up, his eyes were no longer just glazed with pain. There was something new in them. Respect. Interest. Perhaps a debt he knew he could never fully repay. "You could have followed," he said. "Why didn't you?" "I don't know," I replied, and it was true. He smiled. A tired, old smile. I will take her to a place. A place where her power will be understood. And so we arrived at Volkihar . --- The castle rose above the frozen sea like a black claw ready to tear the sky. Pointed towers, dark walls, a silence that weighed on the shoulders like a leaden cloak. Vighar walked ahead of me. The gate guards bowed their heads when they recognized him – but their eyes widened when they saw me. "A mortal?" one of them whispered. "A guest," Vighar replied. "And someone who owes me something." He didn't say who he really was. Not yet. We were received in the great hall. Harkon was on his throne – tall, pale, with eyes that blazed like embers. The aura of power around him was suffocating. But the fragment within me did not retreat. "Brother," Harkon said, standing up. "You're alive." "Thanks to her," Vighar replied, pointing at me. Harkon studied me for a long moment. His eyes scanned my face, my hands, the invisible gleam of the fragment that he seemed able to see. "A witch," he said. "With ancient power." "She saved my life," Vighar insisted. "I ask that she be welcomed into our home." Harkon fell silent. The entire hall held its breath. "So be it," he said finally. "You will have a room. Access to the library. Freedom to move around. In return, you will serve Volkihar when needed." I accepted. Not because I wanted to serve. But because the fragment inside me whispered that this was the right place. --- That's how I met Vighar . And later, Harkon . In the following months, I became involved with Vighar . Not love – something closer to recognition. Two ancient creatures, each carrying secrets they couldn't share with anyone. It happened for the first time in the library. It was night—not that it made any difference in Volkihar , where the sun never shone. I was alone, leaning over a yellowed tome that spoke of souls and fragments, when I heard his footsteps. Vighar entered silently. But I already knew he was there. The fragment always warned me when he was approaching. — Katarina — he said. I closed the book. I turned around. He was different that night. More human, if an ancient vampire could be called human. His eyes didn't gleam with hunger – they gleamed with something else. "I never really thanked you properly," he said. "For what you did. For saving me." - You don't need to say thank you. — I know. That's why I'm here. He approached. Slowly. As if giving me time to back away. I did not back down. Vighar stopped an inch from me. His breath was cold – but not the cold of death. Something older. Calmer. "Since I arrived in Volkihar ," he continued, "you haven't asked for anything. You haven't asked for power. You haven't asked for immortality. You haven't asked to be transformed." I don't want those things. So what do you want? The question remained unanswered between us. I didn't know how to answer. Or maybe I didn't want to. He touched my face. His hand was cold – but not uncomfortable. The vampires' coldness no longer bothered me. The fragment transformed it into something almost comforting. "I want you," he said. "That's all. Just for one night." "Just for one night?" I repeated , a smile playing on my lips. Or more. If you want. I didn't respond with words. I kissed him first. His lips were cold, but his tongue was warm – a contradiction only ancient vampires could sustain. He pressed me against the bookshelf, the wooden shelves creaking under the weight of our bodies. Ancient tomes fell to the floor, but neither of us cared. His hands moved quickly down my body. Not violently – urgently. As if he had waited centuries for that moment and didn't want to waste another second. He didn't bite my neck. That surprised me. Vampires always bite. It's instinct. It's a need. But not Vighar . He buried his face in my neck, inhaled my scent, groaned softly – but his fangs didn't touch my skin. "Why don't you bite?" I asked , breathless. "Because I don't want this to be about hunger," he replied against my ear. "I want it to be about you." His hands pulled down my leather pants with a brusque movement. The fabric slid down my thighs, stopping at my knees. I was wet – ready – from the moment he touched me. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing. My back pressed against the bookshelf. My arms wrapped around his neck. My legs spread open for him. Vighar entered me with a muffled moan. It was slow at first. Profound. Every inch celebrated as if it were the first. The wood of the bookshelf creaked behind me, the books fell one by one, but I couldn't hear anything but our breathing – his cold, mine warm – and the sound of our bodies meeting. — Katarina — he whispered my name as if it were a prayer. He sped up. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me against him with each thrust. I felt every inch of him inside me – the thickness, the length, the way he filled me completely. My fingers dug into his dark hair. I pulled. He groaned. "Like this," I said. "Don't stop." He didn't stop. The orgasm came like a wave – building slowly, then crashing over me with a force that made me squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip to keep from screaming. My body contracted around him, my legs trembled, my back arched against the books. Vighar then came with a low, prolonged moan, buried deep inside me. We stayed like that for a moment. He leaned against me, panting. I trembled against the bookshelf. Then he stepped away. He helped pull my pants back up. He straightened his own clothes. "Just for one night?" I asked , repeating his words. He smiled. A tired, old smile – but a genuine one. Or more. And there was more. Much more. Harkon was always around. Watching. Not jealously – curiously. He respected Vighar . And, in time, he came to respect me too. Valerica was the first to suspect something. "You're not here just out of gratitude," she said one night, while I was reading one of the yellowed tomes in the library. "No," I replied. "I'm here because something called me. And I still haven't discovered what it is." She didn't ask any more questions. When Brunna was born, years later, everyone in the castle speculated. Some said she was Harkon 's daughter – which explained the affection he showed for the girl. Others said she was Vighar 's daughter , but kept their guesses secret, for fear of offending the lord of the castle. The truth was known to only four people: me, Harkon , Vighar , and Valerica . Brunna was Vighar 's daughter . But Harkon treated her as if she were his own. Because he loved his brother. Because Brunna was his niece – and, for such an ancient vampire, family was all that remained. And I never told the truth to anyone. Not even Brunna . Not yet.

Olivia Lockwood spellcaster View File An original sim, wanted to make a sexy witch (spellcaster). In downloads you will get cc and tray files. Submitter natokaay Submitted 06/05/26 Category The Sims 4 - Sims Requirements Realm of Magic