Troubles of Heroine

[Dingo-]

On 2/9/2025 at 8:33 AM, Mauricesire said:

After completing "New Holes" quest, my PC keeps dying whenever a hug animation randomly occurs. Any help would be appreciated!

Something similar is happening to me as well. During the fan's quest there's a point where he can hug you and hugging him always kills me. Any ideas as to why this could be happening?

 

EDIT: Actually, this seems to be a weird vanilla bug. See here for information and a possible fix: https://www.afkmods.com/index.php?/topic/4035-here-is-a-fix-for-the-death-after-hug-bug/

Edited September 19, 2025 by Dingo-

[DSHV]

NTR Mother-Bully

Spoiler

Gorzod
This is my mo...
... [He fucks her]
Mom: Wow, you have such an assertive friend.

What have you done?
Fuck your mom. Now you know why they call me a motherfucker. Don't thank me.
Just try doing that again...
Understood. [He fucks her]
Thanks for fucking my mother.
Now you know why they call me a motherfucker. Don't thank me.
Hey, you've never fucked me like this before!
So territorial even for a mother, jealous bitch? This is just my gift from my dick to her. You are you. And look at her. You are two different types of sluts with different methods of application.

Hey, about my mo...
Understood. [he fucks her or both her and the PC]

 

Bull
You don't have any friends at all, Mom?
No... Well, child, I glimpsed someone familiar in the marketplace, where I go to steal bread. A brute from your childhood, the one who tormented you relentlessly. Bull, wasn't it?
Oh yeah, female Orc.
Oh yeah, male Orc.
Oh yeah, female Nord.
Oh yeah, male Nord.
Oh yeah, female Redguard.
Oh yeah, male Redguard.
Exactly!
I don't remember that.
Well, maybe it was my imagination.

 

Bull: Well, if it ain't the little worm from back then. Grown up, but still got that little cock/tits aura. But with hot ma with A very large aura. Two large auras, or even four. Take me to her, or I’ll remind you why they call me Bull.
Y-Yes, Bull. I'll take you to her... just like old times.
That's right, crawl like you used to, runt.
You won't touch her, you scum. Back off!
Still funny as hell! Lead the way, piece of piss, or I'll give you a good ass-trashing, in a bad way.
No way. This ends here.
Coward, just like always. Run home to mommy.
Now there will be a very seasoned revenge. I hope it will be like wine. [Attack]
Try me, weakling. You couldn't beat me then, what's changed?
Why do you want to see her, Bull?
To get closure of my old fantasies. She owes me a chat for bringing you on Nirn, I am morally damaged by this incident. Now move, or I'll make you.
Mother might enjoy your... company.
Well, if you are her only social circle, then definitely. I have huge... personality. And very intense... communication skills.
Okay, but I'm keeping an eye on you.
Peeper, eh? Don't worry, this will be a mature conversation. Very mature.

 

Mom: Bull? It seems I have to fulfill my maternal duty after all.
We need to talk alone, runt. Grown-up stuff. Wait outside like a good pet.
I'll... wait.
This won't take long... or maybe it will.
No! I’m staying right here.
Of course, but nothing will happen. And it will only start when you leave.
Fine, but make it quick.
As quick as fate allows.
Go ahead. I’ll enjoy the aftermath.
Your ma raised you right.
Mother's house is closed for a week.

Mom: It's done, child. Bull and I... settled things. Don't ask details, but now I'm his slave. Bull's green/black/white cock/pussy slave, to be more precise.

 

Follower Systems:
Her temporary perk: Maternal don't care: Once a hour, heals 0 points automatically if you fall below 0% health. Your mom can't concentrate anymore, thinking only about Bull's genital.
Mom, teach me about magic.
Mom, heal me.
Mom, cure me.
Mom, strengthen me.
Sorry, but I can't waste energy. What if Bull allows me to worship his cock/her pussy at this time?
Gift System: Here, child. From Bull. (+ nasty potions and child toys)

 

Bull: You were an obedient little schmuck, took me to my new bitch, so here's your present. She enchanted this gem, which you now obliged to insert into yourself. Every time we fuck this gem will hurt you, the more, the stronger her orgasm. And they say that family bonds are lost in our time.
Thank you.
Fuck you.
I knew you'd like it.
Why is this necessary?
I want you to know the exact number of our fucks. And I will order you to name the exact number, and so you will always know, even when your Lenten face is not nearby in this wonderful process. Right now it is 27.
(+ Mom & Bully Gem)

In the same cell, the message "The pain from the mom & bully gem tells you, that Bull fucks your mom" will be sent manually, if they are in another location, then randomly.

How many times did I fuck your mom?
Mom & Bully Gem's global value.
Good schmoe.

 

Hey, Mom... (Selection of activities with Bull)
What?
My birthday is coming so... [Bull's birthday]
Exactly! Bull’s birthday is coming up soon, thanks for reminding me. I need to find something special.

She and Bull disappear for a couple of days.

Where have you been?
I was celebrating his birthday with him, what else could I do? I haven't forgotten about yours either. Here's your gift. For Bull, I got that Hammerfell horse... cost me dearly, but he's worth it.
A toy... thanks, Mother. I'm glad Bull's happy.
You're sweet to understand, child. Bull needed it more.
A toy? You spent everything on him and gave me this? Explain yourself!
Don't snap at me, child. I had to, Bull's... persuasive. You wouldn't understand.
Where did you get so much money?
Oh, a bank loan. If anything happens to me, it'll go to you. And criminals. They might come after you, too. But just like that.

 

If I find out how to implement this for Bull:
Mount your horse.
Yeah.
Dismount your horse.
Yeah, better save my riding energy for your mom.

Bound slave: Who are you?
A slave bound to a horse. It's worth a fucking lot of money, so the deal even includes me as a bonus.
And what are you doing?
I clean, feed, and examine my master.
And?
And the rest should only be known by my master's master.

 

Next ideas:
To prove she only cares about Bull, she beats you, Bull beats you. Then you all go to a fort, and there they slide down the steps on you, standing on your face and groin, and kissing.
Leech Tongue: She shoves her tongue inside Bull's asshole no matter how the bully moves. Bull sits on her and beats her tits. "Your mother teaches you real diplomacy, +5 speechcraft, and tolerance."
Help hire the bully for a prestigious job in the Arcane University. He becomes your mother's boss, and she starts doing his work and serving him as a secretary.
You, your mother, and the bully visit your father's grave to prove to him that his wife's personal life continues. This changes the blessing at the grave to a curse.
The bully beats you while your mom masturbates. She heals Bull after. "Sorry, I was masturbating to what a bad mother I am, not to your pain. Well, maybe a little."
The bully fucks her with her hands on the table while the PC fucks the edge of the table.

I'm thinking of adding a bank with loans. If the PC misses a payment, she gets visited by thugs, who rapes her, take her to her houses where she must give them her things, and then they sell her into slavery.

When the mom dies, she becomes a ghost. When Bull dies, she sends your to a resurrection hag (My idea to resurrect NPCs at a huge cost, so as not to softlock my quests.).

[InKal]

Wereslut quest is broken. That derenged idiot fucks only his dogs not weresluts. I transform and I can "poke" him forever - no sex will start. 

 

I bought (all my fault really) extremely annoying dog (who speaks like a fecking Nord, lol). well, I just killed him (setessential 0). I hope he is not neeeded for some future quest?

 

Thers is also another extremely annoying fucktard I want badly to exterminate (I mean that drunkard in Windhelm tavern). Is he somewhat important or can I just feed him with his own "big" cock?

 

Some exelent warwhore quests; I especially enjoyed interrogation and that escort quest with Njada to Shalidor maze. That was fantastic! 

[Alturistix]

19 hours ago, DSHV said:

NTR Mother-Bully

Is this for skyblivion?

[DSHV]

17 hours ago, InKal said:

Wereslut quest is broken. That derenged idiot fucks only his dogs not weresluts. I transform and I can "poke" him forever - no sex will start. 

Do you have animations for a human and a female werewolf?
No, they're not used for any other content. However, if you encounter a large Orc in a tavern, you will clearly want to destroy him/her. Note that they are used in the main quest.

Thanks.

2 hours ago, Alturistix said:

Is this for skyblivion?

Yes.

[waiyan]

Where can I read changelogs from 2.4.1 to latest version? I'm trying to use Troubles of Heroine - ElevenLabs AI voice patch 1.4.1. Would it have no issue up to version 2.8.2 of this mod?

[InKal]

18 hours ago, DSHV said:

Do you have animations for a human and a female werewolf?
No, they're not used for any other content. However, if you encounter a large Orc in a tavern, you will clearly want to destroy him/her. Note that they are used in the main quest.

Thanks.

Yes.

ahhh...Thats it! pretty sure I don't have animations. 

 

hehe, you mean these two Orcs, one in Riverwood and second (his bro?) where? can't remember. but I actually like those guys. very much. starting by taking their stuff and read descriptipns, hahahah, but they are also pretty good fighters, very helpful in early stages of the game. also this "I fell in battle because of you" and ugh ugh hahah only Edippa is better! OMG! this mod one of a kind. your honesty and total freedom, and especially sense of humor make really amazing mod. You did great job. Edippa 10/10 hahah

[DSHV]

7 hours ago, waiyan said:

Where can I read changelogs from 2.4.1 to latest version?

In the readme.
New dialogues will not be voiced, and some old ones may not match with subtitles.

Dominant male Redguard, potential husband and companion.

Spoiler

Waterfront District. A Redguard in his traditional garb sneaks up on you and steals your money (-100). The message "You feel your coinbag lighter!" appears. Casim runs away.

Well, my, what agility! Not everyone can catch up with good old Casim. What, you want your septims back? Or go fuck yourself straight away?
Give me back the money and I'll forget about it
Well, here it goes. Go fuck yourself.
(Speech check 40) Return the gold, or I'll turn you over to the guards!
No, I refuse to believe you're so vile. To unleash a legion of evil guards on a poor man for some measly coins? You're kind, you'll forgive me.
Hey, easy there, thieves' terror! Okay, okay, take your measly coins. [He stuffs coins into your cleavage]
You can take that one, but let's not make it a habit!
I'll think abo... No, let's make this a habit. Here, I thought about it.
Please return my money.
M: If you were a woman, we would have a way to come to an agreement, but you don't.
F: Blowjob.
Yes.
Seriously? And I just rudely brushed you off. But for the honor of a thief, I won't go back on my word. Suck it!
You know, I thought that a free cocksucking is much better than a paid one, so you won't get anything except memories of my dick taste. Enjoy!
No.
If you don't want to meet me halfway, then why should I? Fuck you.

 

A good thief wouldn't have gotten caught.
Or maybe I wanted to get caught? Maybe I'm more inclined to robbery, even pickpocketing?
Are you still here? Get out of my sight!
Why are you so angry? It's like you were robbed and laughed at, ah, right... I enjoyed picking your pockets, so let's meet where I live - The All-Saints Inn, and you can buy us a drink there.
Maybe instead of stealing, you could tell me about yourself? Let's get to know each other better.
Suspicious reaction to theft. What drives your madness, sweet-voiced one?
You're clearly a lost soul. I can help you become a better person.
Fix me? Oh, that'll be fun. Try it, but I warn you -- I'm slippery.
Love your type.
Oh, you know how to have fun. Okay, let's play and see who can outplay who.
Maybe I just want to see how far your charm will go.
Deep. Very deep.
We will get to know each other better and you will return my money to me as a friend.
Ha, you should write books with such imagination. But who am I to dismiss the obvious delusion girls?
I'm not flirting, I just want to get to know you so I can more easily bring you to justice.
Yes? Then know my greatest vulnerability -- cocksucking. Uncontrollable, powerful cocksucking. This will punish me.

 

(No money) Hey, where's your money? What do you live on? Do you feed on air, tramp?
Maybe you can teach me how to steal?
F: Only how to steal your heart. Saw?
M: Teaching someone to steal? So he could rob me? And then started competing with me? Found a fool.
I live on charm. Want me to teach you?
I have this charm in abundance, like shit behind a barn. And I have an abundance of lack of money. So I would teach you a lesson.
It's none of your business. Get out while you're still in one piece.
Oh, such threats from an empty purse! Alright, I'll be leaving... I expect you to reciprocate by filling your coin bag tightly next time.
Sorry, I'm really broke.
M: What do I care about your apology? Like an honest thief, I was counting on your money to feed my imaginary children and my real self, and you let me down like that. Oh, you.
F: Poor thing, so defenseless? I like that. 
F: Maybe I can... somehow work it off?
Hm... Give me a blowjob for my kindness, and I'll think of a way to help you.
Yes.
Seriously? I knew someone would agree sooner or later! Ha-ha! Come on, suck it!
No.
Well, nothing ventured, sooner or later someone will agree.

Let's meet where I live - The All-Saints Inn, and you can buy us a drink there.

 

The All-Saints Inn: And here you are! Good old Casim was waiting, sipping his swill. Sit down, don't be shy. What brought you to this hole? Just don't tell me it's my invitation. Are you that desperate?
Tell me about yourself, Casim.
Oh, Casim? I heard he's a clever Redguard from Hammerfell, a master pickpocket from the Hew's Bane thieves' guild. He came to the Imperial City to try his luck among those fat Imperials.
Rumors?
I heard there's a handsome ghost-thief in the Imperial City who only steals underwear. Maybe I am, maybe not. Who knows?
Tell me about the Imperial City.
The Imperial City is full of opportunities for those who are not afraid to slip into the shadows. I would even write a song about it if I knew how to write songs. The Market District is full of fat merchants with deep pockets. The Waterfront is our territory, thieves are everywhere. And the Arena? You can 'borrow' bets on fighters there. But be careful, the guards are always watching.
Teach me pickpocketing.
Ah, apprentice! Sneak up quietly, aim for the pocket, and hop! Septims are yours. (+1 Sneak skill)
I have to go.
Already? And I thought we were just warming up. 
M: I offer companionship. No nonsense, just theft and adventure.
F: I am offer lovership. But under three conditions.
I'm not interested.
But you haven't even found out the conditions. Maybe you'll jump out of your panties because you'll like them so much.
What are the conditions?
Our first kiss on my dick. Our relationship is just fucking, no romance, no courtship and no drama. Sex from you at my first request. Your requests for sex? I will think about them.
Is this because of some story from your past?
No, I'm just an honest man.
No.
Well, I won't bargain.
Yes.
What a good girl! Let's go to my room. Just buy it from the innkeeper firstly.

Well, let's fulfill the first condition.
Remember that the first kiss is special. You will always remember it. When you become a vulgar eccentric granny.
[You drop to your knees and he pulls his cock out of his pants. He places the shaft on your face and you kissed the core of his dick, the junction of the shaft and the balls. You lock your eyes and spend a couple of minutes in your first kiss.]
Now remember our special sound signal -- "Fuck". This means bend over and spread your legs. (Sex)
Excellent! But now you understand that I have no intention of kissing you on the lips. My dick has been in them all, and it's as if I'm going to kiss it.

 

Force greet: Fuck! (Sex)

Fuck.
Sure, girl.
Nah.
Later then?
You will understand when.
[Strength>49] Now.
Help! Rapistess!

 

Follow me.
Will we do evil or good today?
Wait.
This is boring.
Let's trade.
Your things will be safe. Definitely somewhere.

Your thoughts?
Oh, just the sweet thrill of a good steal. Back in Hammerfell, we'd slip through Taneth's markets like shadows, lifting purses under the merchants’ noses. You ever feel that rush, or are you too... proper for it?
This place reeks of opportunity. Waterfront's full of fools with loose coinpurses. Makes me miss Hew's Bane. Those docks were a thief’s paradise.
Want to try your hand at a little game? Pick a pocket, or... kneel and beg me to do it for you.
By Ruptga, you fight like a sandstorm! Not bad, but in Hammerfell, we’d dance around foes with curved blades. And I'm not talking about our dicks, we do that after the battle.
You still have miles to crawl on your knees, practicing sneaking. Or you can ask me to teach you, but your knees have even more miles to go.
In Hammerfell, a silver tongue got me out of chains once. Want a lesson? Just like in arm training, you need a worthy opponent. And the perfect sparring match for your tongue is in my pants. Or maybe you’d rather stay quiet and let Casim do the talking, while you sucking?
Casim’s thinking about how easy it is to slip into someone’s life, take what you want, and leave them begging for more. That’s power, my... friend.
So much green...
These ruins give me the creeps. I even feel nostalgic for old Yokudan tombs with Mournful Aegises and traps, but nothing like this elven nonsense.
You want more of Casim’s wisdom? Alright. Hammerfell taught me one thing: control the shadows, and you control the game. Out here, it’s you and me against Cyrodiil’s fat purses.
Asses. Big asses. That's the most remarkable thing about a woman's appearance. Morwha won't let me lie.
(Small) Don't worry about those tiny little titties. I'm sure you have a great personality.
(Average) Like your tits.
(Big) Love your tits.
Of all the pussies I've seen, yours is the most shapely and clean. I don't say that to every pussy.
Oh no, my hand has lost control! It's going to crash into your ass!
[Strength>49] Wow, how much did you sweat to get those muscles? I can help with the sweating, by the way.
[Strength>70] How strong are you! I can't even defend myself if you lost control of your lust.
[Endurance>49] Remind me to be tougher with you. You can stand that. [He slaps your ass]
[Endurance<50] You are so fragile. It's even scary to choke you or hit you on the sides during fuck.
Maybe rub you somewhere for more luck?
[Personality<50] You're so... blank. But I still love you, little rat.
[Personality>49] Can you stop being so distracting? So distracting.
[Intelligence<20] Fool, huh? But you're a sexy fool, already something.
[Intelligence>49] Smart, huh? It didn't save you from my hands.
[Agility>20] You are so dexterous. But do you know how to use your dexterity in bed? [He whispered conspiratorially to you] Now you have to rush to convince me that you know. 
[Agility<30] Listen, you are sexy, beautiful, plump in the right places with long legs, awesome tits and sweet lips, a poet's dream. But for the fucks' sake, move a little! You're a fucking board in a bed!
[Sneak>49] So can you move silently? I respect you for that. But can you quietly steal a cum from my balls?

Do you have any ideas what we should do?
Let's hit the roads for some... fun. I'm talking about outright robbery and brigandage. (Casim equips a mask ("Thief's Veil" hood)).

Casim's unique companion activity: road robberies. This is a repeatable quest, in one session, spawn four random NPCs, after which the quest ends, but can be restarted.
After three such quests, the romance is progressed.

Different NPCs require different approaches. There are several interaction options:
1. Convince by Speechcraft
2. Intimidate by PC level
3. Mind trick by Illusion
4. Steal by Sneak
5. Fight
Each NPC has different thresholds, and some options always fail, while others always work. Some NPCs won't even require any persuasion. If you're lucky, they enter a submissive state and can be demanded for money, valuables, or sex. You'll have to convince Casim to have sex with Beastfolk (but he'll get into it later).

Then you can reward Casim for a successful robbery, complain about your failure, or distract him with sex, saving an NPC. He'll reset the next NPC.

10+ standard NPCs: 
Male Wealthy Imperial Merchant: Arrogant; resists robbery.
Female Bosmer Pilgrim: Timid; submits easily.
Male Orc Adventurer: Aggressive.
Female Orc Barbarian: Will try to rob you.
Male Khajiit Traveler: Sly; might counter-steal. Unique reaction: Proposes a "trade" for sex.
Female Breton Noble: Haughty; will give up the jewelry for dominance over the player.
Male Nord Farmer: Simple; gives up easily but curses.
Female Khajiit Caravaner: Wary; high Sneak check for success.
Male Dunmer Walker: Bitter.
Male Redguard Wanderer: Kin to Casim; just chat about Hammerfell.
Female Altmer Scholar: Intellectual; debates robbery ethics, leading to philosophical disput.
Female Argonian Runaway Slave: Can be adopted (into slavery).
Male Imperial: Just an average standard.

 

Casim (Removes hood): Not bad for a session. You handled yourself... or let me handle you. Want to do it again? Or has it worn you down?

You can propose to him (he need a way to avoid kissing you at the ceremony)

 

Edited September 24, 2025 by DSHV
Added more

[KY117]

1 hour ago, DSHV said:

In the readme.
New dialogues will not be voiced, and some old ones may not match with subtitles.

Dominant male Redguard, potential husband and companion.

  Reveal hidden contents

Waterfront District. A Redguard in his traditional garb sneaks up on you and steals your money (-100). The message "You feel your coinbag lighter!" appears. Casim runs away.

Well, my, what agility! Not everyone can catch up with good old Casim. What, you want your septims back? Or go fuck yourself straight away?
Give me back the money and I'll forget about it
Well, here it goes. Go fuck yourself.
(Speech check 40) Return the gold, or I'll turn you over to the guards!
No, I refuse to believe you're so vile. To unleash a legion of evil guards on a poor man for some measly coins? You're kind, you'll forgive me.
Hey, easy there, thieves' terror! Okay, okay, take your measly coins. [He stuffs coins into your cleavage]
You can take that one, but let's not make it a habit!
I'll think abo... No, let's make this a habit. Here, I thought about it.
Please return my money.
M: If you were a woman, we would have a way to come to an agreement, but you don't.
F: Blowjob.
Yes.
Seriously? And I just rudely brushed you off. But for the honor of a thief, I won't go back on my word. Suck it!
You know, I thought that a free cocksucking is much better than a paid one, so you won't get anything except memories of my dick taste. Enjoy!
No.
If you don't want to meet me halfway, then why should I? Fuck you.

A good thief wouldn't have gotten caught.
Or maybe I wanted to get caught? Maybe I'm more inclined to robbery, even pickpocketing?
Are you still here? Get out of my sight!
Why are you so angry? It's like you were robbed and laughed at, ah, right... I enjoyed picking your pockets, so let's meet where I live - The All-Saints Inn, and you can buy us a drink there.
Maybe instead of stealing, you could tell me about yourself? Let's get to know each other better.
Suspicious reaction to theft. What drives your madness, sweet-voiced one?
You're clearly a lost soul. I can help you become a better person.
Fix me? Oh, that'll be fun. Try it, but I warn you -- I'm slippery.
Love your type.
Oh, you know how to have fun. Okay, let's play and see who can outplay who.
Maybe I just want to see how far your charm will go.
Deep. Very deep.
We will get to know each other better and you will return my money to me as a friend.
Ha, you should write books with such imagination. But who am I to dismiss the obvious delusion girls?
I'm not flirting, I just want to get to know you so I can more easily bring you to justice.
Yes? Then know my greatest vulnerability -- cocksucking. Uncontrollable, powerful cocksucking. This will punish me.

(No money) Hey, where's your money? What do you live on? Do you feed on air, tramp?
Maybe you can teach me how to steal?
F: Only how to steal your heart. Saw?
M: Teaching someone to steal? So he could rob me? And then started competing with me? Found a fool.
I live on charm. Want me to teach you?
I have this charm in abundance, like shit behind a barn. And I have an abundance of lack of money. So I would teach you a lesson.
It's none of your business. Get out while you're still in one piece.
Oh, such threats from an empty purse! Alright, I'll be leaving... I expect you to reciprocate by filling your coin bag tightly net time.
Sorry, I'm really broke.
M: What do I care about your apology? Like an honest thief, I was counting on your money to feed my imaginary children and my real self, and you let me down like that. Oh, you.
F: Poor thing, so defenseless? I like that. 
F: Maybe I can... somehow work it off?
Hm... Give me a blowjob for my kindness, and I'll think of a way to help you.
Yes.
Seriously? I knew someone would agree sooner or later! Ha-ha! Come on, suck it!
No.
Well, nothing ventured, sooner or later someone will agree.

Let's meet where I live - The All-Saints Inn, and you can buy us a drink there.

The All-Saints Inn: And here you are! Good old Casim was waiting, sipping his swill. Sit down, don't be shy. What brought you to this hole? Just don't tell me it's my invitation. Are you that desperate?
Tell me about yourself, Casim.
Oh, Casim? I heard he's a clever Redguard from Hammerfell, a master pickpocket from the Hew's Bane thieves' guild. He came to the Imperial City to try his luck among those fat Imperials.
Rumors?
I heard there's a handsome ghost-thief in the Imperial City who only steals underwear. Maybe I am, maybe not. Who knows?
Tell me about the Imperial City.
The Imperial City is full of opportunities for those who are not afraid to slip into the shadows. I would even write a song about it if I knew how to write songs. The Market District is full of fat merchants with deep pockets. The Waterfront is our territory, thieves are everywhere. And the Arena? You can 'borrow' bets on fighters there. But be careful, the guards are always watching.
Teach me pickpocketing.
Ah, apprentice! Sneak up quietly, aim for the pocket, and hop! Septims are yours. (+1 Sneak skill)
I have to go.
Already? And I thought we were just warming up. 
M: I offer companionship. No nonsense, just theft and adventure.
F: I am offer lovership. But under three conditions.
I'm not interested.
But you haven't even found out the conditions. Maybe you'll jump out of your panties because you'll like them so much.
What are the conditions?
Our first kiss on my dick. Our relationship is just fucking, no romance, no courtship and no drama. Sex from you at my first request. Your requests for sex? I will think about them.
Is this because of some story from your past?
No, I'm just an honest man.
No.
Well, I won't bargain.
Yes.
What a good girl! Let's go to my room. Just buy it from the innkeeper firstly.

Well, let's fulfill the first condition.
Remember that the first kiss is special. You will always remember it. When you become a vulgar eccentric granny.
[You drop to your knees and he pulls his cock out of his pants. He places the shaft on your face and you kissed the core of his dick, the junction of the shaft and the balls. You lock your eyes and spend a couple of minutes in your first kiss.]
Now remember our special sound signal -- "Fuck". This means bend over and spread your legs. (Sex)
Excellent! But now you understand that I have no intention of kissing you on the lips. My dick has been in them all, and it's as if I'm going to kiss it.

Force greet: Fuck! (Sex)

Fuck.
Sure, girl.
Nah.
Later then?
You will understand when.
[Strength>49] Now.
Help! Rapistess!

Follow me.
Will we do evil or good today?
Wait.
This is boring.
Let's trade.
Your things will be safe. Definitely somewhere.

Your thoughts?
Oh, just the sweet thrill of a good steal. Back in Hammerfell, we'd slip through Taneth's markets like shadows, lifting purses under the merchants’ noses. You ever feel that rush, or are you too... proper for it?
This place reeks of opportunity. Waterfront's full of fools with loose coinpurses. Makes me miss Hew's Bane. Those docks were a thief’s paradise.
Want to try your hand at a little game? Pick a pocket, or... kneel and beg me to do it for you.
By Ruptga, you fight like a sandstorm! Not bad, but in Hammerfell, we’d dance around foes with curved blades. And I'm not talking about our dicks, we do that after the battle.
You still have miles to crawl on your knees, practicing sneaking. Or you can ask me to teach you, but your knees have even more miles to go.
In Hammerfell, a silver tongue got me out of chains once. Want a lesson? Just like in arm training, you need a worthy opponent. And the perfect sparring match for your tongue is in my pants. Or maybe you’d rather stay quiet and let Casim do the talking, while you sucking?
Casim’s thinking about how easy it is to slip into someone’s life, take what you want, and leave them begging for more. That’s power, my... friend.
So much green...
These ruins give me the creeps. I even feel nostalgic for old Yokudan tombs with Mournful Aegises and traps, but nothing like this elven nonsense.
You want more of Casim’s wisdom? Alright. Hammerfell taught me one thing: control the shadows, and you control the game. Out here, it’s you and me against Cyrodiil’s fat purses.
Asses. Big asses. That's the most remarkable thing about a woman's appearance. Morwha won't let me lie.
(Small) Don't worry about those tiny little titties. I'm sure you have a great personality.
(Average) Like your tits.
(Big) Love your tits.
Of all the pussies I've seen, yours is the most shapely and clean. I don't say that to every pussy.
Oh no, my hand has lost control! It's going to crash into your ass!
[Strength>49] Wow, how much did you sweat to get those muscles? I can help with the sweating, by the way.
[Strength>70] How strong are you! I can't even defend myself if you lost control of your lust.
[Endurance>49] Remind me to be tougher with you. You can stand that. [He slaps your ass]
[Endurance<50] You are so fragile. It's even scary to choke you or hit you on the sides during fuck.
Maybe rub you somewhere for more luck?
[Personality<50] You're so... blank. But I still love you, little rat.
[Personality>49] Can you stop being so distracting? So distracting.
[Intelligence<20] Fool, huh? But you're a sexy fool, already something.
[Intelligence>49] Smart, huh? It didn't save you from my hands.
[Agility>20] You are so dexterous. But do you know how to use your dexterity in bed? [He whispered conspiratorially to you] Now you have to rush to convince me that you know. 
[Agility<30] Listen, you are sexy, beautiful, plump in the right places with long legs, awesome tits and sweet lips, a poet's dream. But for the fucks' sake, move a little! You're a fucking board in a bed!
[Sneak>49] So can you move silently? I respect you for that. But can you quietly steal a cum from my balls?
Do you have any ideas what we should do?
Let's hit the roads for some... fun. I'm talking about outright robbery and brigandage. (Casim equips a mask ("Thief's Veil" hood)).

Casim's unique companion activity: road robberies. This is a repeatable quest, in one session, spawn four random NPCs, after which the quest ends, but can be restarted.
After three such quests, the romance is progressed.

Different NPCs require different approaches. There are several interaction options:
1. Convince by Speechcraft
2. Intimidate by PC level
3. Mind trick by Illusion
4. Steal by Sneak
5. Fight
Each NPC has different thresholds, and some options always fail, while others always work. Some NPCs won't even require any persuasion. If you're lucky, they enter a submissive state and can be demanded for money, valuables, or sex. You'll have to convince Casim to have sex with Beastfolk (but he'll get into it later).

Then you can reward Casim for a successful robbery, complain about your failure, or distract him with sex, saving an NPC. He'll reset the next NPC.

10+ standard NPCs: 
Male Wealthy Imperial Merchant: Arrogant; resists robbery.
Female Bosmer Pilgrim: Timid; submits easily.
Male Orc Adventurer: Aggressive.
Female Orc Barbarian: Will try to rob you.
Male Khajiit Traveler: Sly; might counter-steal. Unique reaction: Proposes a "trade" for sex.
Female Breton Noble: Haughty; will give up the jewelry for dominance over the player.
Male Nord Farmer: Simple; gives up easily but curses.
Female Khajiit Caravaner: Wary; high Sneak check for success.
Male Dunmer Walker: Bitter.
Male Redguard Wanderer: Kin to Casim; just chat about Hammerfell.
Female Altmer Scholar: Intellectual; debates robbery ethics, leading to philosophical disput.
Female Argonian Runaway Slave: Can be adopted (into slavery).
Male Imperial: Just an average standard.

Casim (Removes hood): Not bad for a session. You handled yourself... or let me handle you. Want to do it again? Or has it worn you down?

You can propose to him (he need a way to avoid kissing you at the ceremony)

 

Ohh, can you add similar stuff for BS: Cyrodiil when it eventually came out? Maybe this time is somewhere near Gold Coast? Anvil perhaps?

Probably female version too.

Edited September 24, 2025 by KatsuragiYoshiro

[TwiceSwords]

your latest ideas are beautiful. I hope I won't get any technical issues with skyblivion beacuse I really want that mod the most because of your mod

[DSHV]

21 hours ago, KatsuragiYoshiro said:

Ohh, can you add similar stuff for BS: Cyrodiil when it eventually came out?

Of course. I can make an addon for BS: Bruma right now. But this is still a limited area for free rein.

17 hours ago, TwiceSwords said:

your latest ideas are beautiful. I hope I won't get any technical issues with skyblivion beacuse I really want that mod the most because of your mod

Me too.

[SsssjsssS]

Is it possible to have more longer "NTR" situation for female pc? More like the one getting cucked is the male spouse.

Edited September 25, 2025 by SsssjsssS

[DSHV]

On 9/25/2025 at 5:27 PM, SsssjsssS said:

Is it possible to have more longer "NTR" situation for female pc?

Maybe.

Farwil Indarys Follower

Spoiler

Farwil Indarys: You are wounded. Drink this potion.
A true knight of the Thorn doesn't need an alchemist's swindle! My Dunmer blood is like solidified magma! So stand aside, peasant!
My lord, please, the potion will honor your strength, not diminish it.
Your peasant mentality is immediately apparent. My strength comes from my heart and faithful hand, not fraudulent items! Begone with that foul vial and your prattle!
You will drink this potion, or I will hold you down myself.
You dare to command me? I am Farwil Indarys! Touch me, and you’ll rot in the dungeons!
F: (Intelligence) Of course, my lord! Let me atone for my mistake with oral pleasure.
Oral pleasing, you say? Hmph. A fitting reward for a hero who rescues a damsel in distress. Well then, I will forgive you for your insolence.
[Put the healing potion in your mouth and suck his dick]
Excellent stress relief! Learn it, Bremman! (Open gift menu for healing potions, heal Farwil)
Want more relifing?
What a guilty woman you are before me. If only I knew what for.

 

Count Andel Indarys: You've plucked my son from the jaws of Oblivion itself, heroine. Cheydinhal owes you much. And since your partnership with my son has been so successful, I don't think I have the right to break it up. You shall be his squire, his shield, his tutor, and his servant. I hope you won't offend my name by refusing. There are special punishments in prison for offending noble names.
Fuck that brat!
Guards! Guards! Assault of my good name! What are you standing there for, idiots! Arrest the offender! (1000 violent fine)
I am honored to serve House Indarys, my lord.
Good. Loyalty suits you. Begin at once.
[Fake smile] Thank you. Ugh... So glad to serve this boy.
Mind your tongue, fool. Remember, this is a man. Otherwise, I'll have you flogged through the streets.

 

Farwil: Farwil, your father has named me your squire.
My squire? Ha! Father's wisdom shines! Very well, squire: fetch my blade, shine my armor, and keep pace. A Thorn Knight's shadow must be swift and silent. Don't disappoint me.
His temporary perk: Noble Presence: +10 Personality, +10 Luck, +20 Mercantile, +20 Speechcraft, -30 Sneak.
Follow me.
Keep close, squire. A knight's shadow must never lag behind.
Abandon.
You'd leave my side? Alright, then I'll stay where I am. Don't dare wander far, since I'll have need of you soon.
Let's trade.
You carry my burdens now, squire.

How may I serve you, my lord?
While I rest, polish my weapon.
[You kneel beside Farwil’s bed as he lounges in smug repose. His Thornblade is thrust unceremoniously across your thighs. Its cold steel bites into your bare legs through the thin cloth. With a polishing rag (your clothes) in hand, you work tirelessly amid his not-so-noble snores.]
While I rest, polish my shoes.
[You crouch before Farwil, his mud-caked boots are deliberately placed across your lap, their worn soles press into the tender warmth of your crotch with humiliating intent. You scrub with an unnecessary rag (your clothes), smearing the dirt across your hands with each motion, accompanied by his not-so-noble snore.]
(Average dignity) While I rest, polish my manhood. (Bed blowjob)
(Low dignity) Do you see a chamber pot here? Right? There's only your faithful body here. This will be your nightly duty tonight.
[You undress at night, stand by Farwil's bed, place your boobs on a plate (Small: but failed), and begin to wait. You watch your lord sleeps soundly, his not-so-noble snoring assaulting your ears. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he bares his cock, and your lips take it into your mouth and drink his urine. At the last moment, he pulls his dick out of your mouth and pisses on your face and plate boobs (Small: small boobs). You return to a standing position, feeling his urine slowly dripping down your face and body.]
My hands are cold in this Cyrodiil draft, squire." Warm them by tucking them into your warmer folds. After all, a servant's body is for comfort.
[You guide his cold fingers to the warmth beneath your clothes, your curves yield under his entitled touch, the intimacy of a forced surrender is leaves your cheeks burning with shame. His sigh of relief mocks your sacrifice; your body has been reduced to a living hearth. You freeze your belly, your legs, and, of course, your breasts. Every single inch of them.]
A squire must obey like a hound. Amuse me, or face the lash. We'll train:
Fetch this stick! (summon a stick near)
Your stick.
Good bitch. [He rubs your belly]
I can't reach it.
Bad bitch! [He rubs your face]
Bark on command!
Woof!
Good bitch. [He drops a piece of rat meat on the ground]
Play dead!
[At Farwil’s imperious gesture, you collapse to the ground as his “hound,” playing dead. Your body sprawls in the dirt, mimicking a lifeless beast for his entertainment. You lie still, your limbs heavy with submission, your breath shallow as his boots circle you. When he eventually commands you to rise, it feels like no reprieve, only a shift to the next act in his theater of mockery.]
Heel!
Farwil points to the ground at his feet, and you lower yourself into a squat with your hands on your chest. This act strips you of your agency, reducing you to a pet at his beck and call. Each moment of stillness is a silent surrender to his command. It strips you of your humanity, reducing you to a beast, your womanhood mocked by the canine yelp. Each syllable is a chain forged by his noble whim. His approving nod only deepens the shame. His occasional pat on the head, as one might give a dog, burns deeper than any blade, cementing your role as his creature in this degrading tableau.]

Hunger strikes, squire. Fetch me a feast: venison, wine, and whatever else delights. Serve it on bended knee: a knight dines in style. (Food gift menu)
It's better to correct an error before it happens, squire. Endure a lash now, it's preventive, you see. Strip and brace; it's for your own good. (Spanking)

 

I think I need a refresher on my exceptional skills so that I don't lose one bit of them. Assist me in this, squire. You will be my training dummy. Remove your shabby clothes so I can clearly see my progress on your body.
Why not use a non-live training dummy?
Ah, such a simpleton! Those dummies won't give you any experience. Experience only comes from practicing on living things.
Yes, my lord! [Undress]
Of all the punching bags, you're the sexiest. And I don't say that to just any punch bag.
You better not hit me seriously. [Undress]
Of course, I'll spare such a weakling. This is the path of the noble. 
[You train for a few hours. Under your guidance, his technique for beating you has improved slightly] (He gains a Courage spell for one hour)

Let's continue your training.
Prepare to be gracefully trounced, squire.
You teach him about humans' weak spots and how to inflict maximum damage for a few hours.
Under your guidance, he spends a few hours training his strength and punching technique by using you as a punching bag.
You start sparring. He fights at full strength, and you touch him lightly with your palms.
You start sparring; he tries to knock you out, and you try to make him cum. The hardest thing is not biting his dick when he hits you in the face.
He uses you as a punching bag for a few hours.
A rustle scares him, and you take him in your arms and slide down the mountain with your bare ass, collecting all the bumps and spiky plants with it.

 

This tedium bores me, squire. Entertain your lord,
A jest, squire! Amuse me with wit or lack thereof. Speak, and pray it's to my taste.
(High dignity) Why do bees hum? Because they don't know the words.
The adventurers were shocked to learn there was a Storm Atronach in the cave.
I tried to tell a thief a joke, but the problem is he takes things literally.
Do you know why mudcrabs have no friends? They're too shellfish.
Farewell, boiling water. You will be mist.
I started out with nothing, and still have most of it.
Did you hear how the Redguard hurt his toe? His Hammerfell.
Do you know why the Khajiit left in a hurry? They had to be Elsweyr.
Why did the undead queen break up with her vampire lover? He sucked.
Do you know why the Dark Elves' ships are the fastest? They have Morrowind.
Do you know why ghosts are bad liars? You can see right through them.
Why did the mudcrab cross the road? To pinch the other side!

Meh.

(Averge dignity) What’s a Khajiit’s favorite type of music? Anything with lots of pawsitive notes.
They kill for this in decent society!
Why did the Nord bring a ladder to the tavern? He heard that the drinks were on the house.
Have you heard zombie jokes? They're real deadpan comedy.
What’s the best way to survive a troll attack? Run faster than your slowest companion.
Ha, good one!
How to separate sailors in the Khajiiti navy? With a hammer and tongs.
What is the thinnest book in the world? Redguard Heroes of the War of Betony.
What do you call a Wood Elf who never lies, cheats, or steals? A dead Wood Elf.

Heh.

(Low dignity)[Bend down and start drumming on your bottom]
What's the difference between me and a garbage rat? The garbage rat has standards.
What's the difference between me and a mosquito? If you spank me, I won't stop sucking.
A joke? Maybe use my mouth better? [Wink]
A woman should be between a kitchen and a fist.
Why do cows have their udders between their legs, yet I have mine between my arms? Because I'm a bilateral cock receiver.
In short, several people came into the tavern, and then something happened. I don't remember exactly what.
Knock-knock. Who's there? Guests have come to visit you. Come in, dear guests. How do you like my improvisation?
[Stuck a stick in your pussy]
I'm like a Sload -- sluggish and slimy in service!

Ha! Now that's fitting, your worthlessness amuses.

Dance for me, squire, as though you were a tavern wench or jester. Twirl and debase yourself; my eyes crave a spectacle. (Cicero dance)

Hark, squire! I'll recite my masterpiece. Applaud its genius, or taste my ire.
Oh, mighty me, Farwil the grand, / A knight so bold with sword in hand. / Enemies flee from my fierce glare, / Like rats from cheese that's gone all bare. / My hair shines like a mudcrab's shell, / My voice booms loud, makes mountains yell. / Squires bow low, they kiss my toes, / For I am lord, don't you all know? / Roses are red, my armor's blue, / Oblivion fears what I can do! [He bows, expecting awe]
[Lie] Masterful, my lord! It moved me to tears.
[Lie] [Clap] It's inspiring, my lord. Well done.
Even a village girl like you was moved. That's genius!
[Purse your lips] Truly... unique. Like a slaughterfish sonnet.
Encore! It rivals Dibella's hymns... or a goblin's grunt!
As if such a country bumpkin could appreciate genius even if it was poked in the mug, or what have you.

 

(Low dignity)
Human furniture!
[You lower yourself to all fours, becoming Farwil's footstool as he props his boots on your back. Your muscles strain under the weight, a living object here, as he ignoring your trembling form and the ache of utter objectification.]
Cleanse my boots.
[Kneeling before him, you extend your tongue to polish his mud-caked boots, the gritty taste of dirt and leather filling your mouth for "thoroughness." He watches with smug approval, occasionally pressing down to deepen the humiliation, leaving you degraded and saliva-smeared as the task drags on in silent submission.]
As your lord, I can accept your confessions of your many sins. Come on.
[You drop to your knees, fabricating failures like "I failed to shine your armor brightly enough, my lord," awaiting his judgmental absolution. His eyes bore into you as you spill invented sins, each word stripping your dignity, until he grants mock forgiveness with a condescending pat, reinforcing your place beneath him.]
It's been a while since I've worked on your pride, squire.
[You stand still as Farwil pokes your sides lightly or tickles under your chin, his verbal barbs like "Clumsy oaf!" drawing his laughter at your flinches. The playful yet pointed torments erode your composure, leaving you red-faced and enduring, a toy for his idle mirth in the quiet of the evening.]
My gift to you. You are now complete, squire. (+ broom, pans, jester hat)

 

Enough dawdling, squire. A true knight masters the saddle before the sword. I must learn to ride, to command the wind and trample foes beneath my iron-shod hooves. But I won't debase myself in that filthy stable, gawked at by reeking peasants with their muck and mudcrab-like stares. No, you'll suffice. Get on all fours. I'll bridle you properly. You'll be my steed: reins for guidance, saddle for my seat, and spurs to spur your horsie spirit on. In private. If hold your plump rear I'm sure can hold more intelligent beasts

My lord, why not fetch a proper horse from the stables? It's safer and more fitting for a knight.
A horse? And parade my greenhorn trots before those serf-eyed louts? They'd mock Indarys blood, whisper of the boy who tumbles like a drunk Argonian! No, squire, your back suits me fine. Endure it, or explain to Father why his heir lacks skill.
I'm not really the right size to be a horse. Maybe an ass?
No, I am only worthy of riding a horse, not some ass if you mean the animal donkey.
If it pleases you, my lord, I'll be your steed.
Wise choice, nag. Kneel now, the bridle awaits.
I'm no animal.
Defiance? You'll crawl or face the dungeons. Mount up, or I'll report your insolence.
(Doggy sex)

Shall we practice riding again, my lord? To hone your seat.
Again? Eager mare, aren't you? Very well, fetch the bridle and kneel. For your efforts... a carrot. (+ 1 carrot droped)

 

Your thoughts?
Thoughts? Oh, plenty, but few worth sharing with the likes of you.
Well, squire, that skirmish was a fine display of my tactical genius. Without my shouts of encouragement, you'd have tripped over your own skirts and begged for mercy.
The Fighters Guild bows to true nobility like mine.
Every glory you've claimed is mine by right, my noble aura elevates your petty deeds. Kneel and thank me for tolerating your folly, then scout ahead, like the scout you are.
You're not bad, my bumbling sidekick, in being a joke.
I saved the day, as always, while you wallowed in your mess.
What kind of armor is this? Wear something more revealing; I want to be pleased by what I see. I'm the one who carries all the battles anyway, and you're just moral support. So support my masculinity!

I've written a brilliant book here. You're in it too, and I hope you'll appreciate how skillfully and successfully I combine your comedy with my grandeur.
The Thorn Ascendant: Farwil's Triumph Over the Daedric Hordes
By the Glorious Farwil Indarys, Knight of the Thorn and Savior of Cyrodiil
In the shadowed annals of Tamriel, where lesser men quivered like leaves in the gale of Oblivion's fury, there arose a hero of unmatched valor: Farwil Indarys, heir to Cheydinhal's throne and bearer of the Thornblade's unyielding edge. 'Twas he who, with noble brow unbowed, strode forth to shatter the gates of Mehrunes Dagon and claim the mantle of Champion—nay, Emperor in deed if not in name. But lo, in his magnanimity, he suffered a squire: a witless wretch, more hindrance than help, whose blunders served only to highlight the master's brilliance.
Our tale commences in the Imperial City's fetid underbelly, where the Emperor Uriel Septim VII, in his final breath, beheld not some prophesied Dragonborn, but the radiant form of Farwil Indarys, cloaked in destiny. "Take this Amulet of Kings," gasped the dying sovereign, his eyes alight with awe at Farwil's presence. Yet, in a moment of folly, the artifact slipped into the squire's trembling grasp—a mere errand-girl dully named <player name>, clad in ill-fitting garb that bespoke her lowly station). The squire, quaking at the sight of blades, promptly soiled her breeches in terror, a pungent testament to their inadequacy. "Fear not, my damp companion," quoth Farwil with heroic patience, "I shall bear the true burden whilst you mop your shame."
Thence to Weynon Priory, where the wise Jauffre awaited. Farwil, with a single glance, unraveled the Miss Thick Dawn's vile plot, his intellect a blade keener than any steel. The squire, tasked with mere delivery, fumbled the Amulet into a mud puddle, eliciting gales of laughter from the monks. "Behold the 'hero's' aide," they chortled, as the squire stood drenched in their own misfortune once more—another untimely flood from fright. Farwil, undeterred, reclaimed the jewel and pressed on, his squire trailing like a sodden pup.
To Kvatch, that blazing inferno of Daedric wrath! Farwil charged the Oblivion Gate, his Thornblade singing through scamps (almost confusing one with his scamp squire) and dremora alike. He sealed the portal with a flourish, saving the city single-handed. The squire? Cowering behind a barrel, she unleashed a torrent of cowardice upon their leggings at the first roar of a clannfear. "My lord, the beasts!" whimpered the fool, to which Farwil replied, "Aye, and your breeches bear the battle's first casualty." The guards of Kvatch hailed Farwil as liberator, granting the squire only pitying glances and a spare cloth.
The search for Martin Septim, the hidden heir, saw Farwil's cunning shine. In the depths of the wilderness, he unearthed the bastard prince, debating theology with daedric whispers whilst the squire tripped over roots and, in a panic at a wolf's howl, contributed yet another liquid offering to the forest floor. Martin, upon meeting Farwil, bowed in reverence: "You are the true savior." The squire, reeking of their repeated disgrace, could only nod mutely, their role reduced to carrying Farwil's spare boots.
Climax came at Bruma's defense, where Farwil orchestrated the Great Gate's fall. Allies flocked to his banner—counts and knights, all eclipsed by his glory. As daedra poured forth, Farwil felled the siege crawler with a mighty leap, his squire meanwhile fleeing in hysterics, their trousers betraying them anew amid the chaos. "Stand firm!" bellowed Farwil, but the squire's only firmness was the ground they collapsed upon, puddle forming.
Finally, in the Imperial City's heart, as Mehrunes Dagon himself towered like a colossus of doom, Farwil confronted the destroyer. With Martin at his side—transformed into the dragon avatar through Farwil's guidance—the day was won. The squire? Hiding in the Temple of the One, she managed only to drench the sacred floors in their final act of buffoonery, slipping in their own mess as victory dawned.
Thus ends the saga of Farwil Indarys, the Thorn Ascendant, who saved Tamriel from Oblivion's maw. Let bards sing of his deeds, and let the squire's follies serve as comic relief—a reminder that true heroes need no equals, only foils to polish their shine. Glory to House Indarys!
Finis. Writen in the Year of Akatosh's Fury, 4E 1.

Here is my gift to you and the world.
The Thorn's Blade: Farwil's Mastery of the Fighters Guild
By the Indomitable Farwil Indarys, Knight of the Thorn and Guild Sovereign
In the forge of Cyrodiil's strife, where blades clash and fortunes turn, emerged a paragon of martial might: Farwil Indarys, whose Thornblade cleaved through the Fighters Guild's trials like a storm through chaff. He, the true master, ascended from lowly contracts to vanquish the Blackwood Company, all while burdened by a squire of unparalleled ineptitude <player name>, a hapless damsel whose chief contributions were blunders and bodily betrayals. Let this tome extol Farwil's glory, and let her follies amuse the ages.
Our epic unfurls in Anvil, where rats plagued Burrock's abode. Farwil, with keen eye and unerring strike, eradicated the vermin horde. <player name>, his squire, shrieked at the first whisker, unleashing a warm flood upon her breeches in maidenly terror. "Fear not, my soggy shadow," quoth Farwil, "I shall handle the beasts whilst you wring your skirts." The guild hailed him as pest-slayer, granting her only a mop for her shame.
To the Desolate Mine, fraught with goblin filth. Farwil charged the depths, his blade a whirlwind of justice, arming survivors and sealing the threat. <player name>? She tripped into a pit, her cries echoing as another untimely torrent soaked her leggings at the sight of green hides. "My lord, the horrors!" she wailed, to which Farwil replied, "Aye, and your trousers bear the flood of defeat." Modryn Oreyn himself chuckled at her damp return, promoting Farwil forthwith.
Chorrol led Farwil to unmask Maglir's treachery, his diplomacy a velvet hammer. <player name>, sent to scout, startled a deer and, in panic, contributed a liquid lament to the forest floor. Drunk and Disorderly in Leyawiin saw Farwil sober the brawlers with commanding presence; his squire, overwhelmed by ale fumes, piddled her panties mid-negotiation, earning jeers from the Five Claws patrons.
In the Den of Thieves, Farwil orchestrated the raid on Bravil's underbelly, his stealth a shadow's whisper. <player name> sneezed at dust, alerting guards and promptly wetting herself in the fray—her "battle cry" a squelch underfoot. Amelion's Debt? Farwil delved White Rock Cave, reclaiming the heirlooms with heroic flair; she cowered from bears, her breeches betraying her anew.
The Master's Son tested Farwil's mentorship—he guided Viranus through the wilds, forging a warrior. <player name>, trailing, startled at a troll's grunt and unleashed her habitual deluge, slipping in her own mess. More Unfinished Business and Azani Blackheart fell to Farwil's cunning alliance with Oreyn, storming Arpenia and felling the traitor. His squire quivered behind a pillar, her undergarments sodden from the clash's clamor.
The Wandering Scholar escorted safely under Farwil's vigilant guard; <player name> lagged, pissing her pants at goblin arrows. Fugitives in Bravil met Farwil's swift justice; she hid in bushes, emerging drenched in fear. Trolls of Forsaken Mine? Farwil purged the beasts, avenging the lost; his squire screamed at slimy foes, flooding her finery once more.
The Noble's Daughter rescued by Farwil's daring from Rockmilk Cave; <player name> fainted at ogre roars, awakening in a puddle of her making. Mystery at Harlun's Watch unveiled will-o-the-wisps' curse—Farwil banished them; she bolted from lights, her leggings lamenting.
In the Blackwood wars, Farwil's espionage shone: Information Gathering extracted truths from captives; Infiltration saw him sabotage from within; The Hist felled by his blade in the company's heart. Throughout, <player name> proved the comic foil—wetting herself at interrogations' tension, infiltration's shadows, and the Hist's sap. "Squire, your leaks rival the Niben!" Farwil jested, as guildmates roared.
Thus did Farwil Indarys conquer the Fighters Guild, banishing rivals and claiming mastery. Let bards toast his triumphs, and let <player name>'s perpetual dampness remind all: Heroes lead, squires merely leak. Glory eternal to the Thorn!
Finis. Inscribed in the Year of Guilded Valor, 3E 433.

The Thorn's Arcana: Farwil's Dominion Over the Mages Guild
By the Brilliant Farwil Indarys, Knight of the Thorn and Arch-Mage Eternal
In the ethereal weave of Cyrodiil's mysteria, where lesser minds fumble like moths at flames, arose a savant of unparalleled acumen: Farwil Indarys, whose intellect unraveled the Mages Guild's enigmas with the ease of a god toying with stars. He, the luminous mind, ascended from humble halls to vanquish the King of Worms, all whilst saddled with a squire of astonishing dimwittedness <player name>, a scatterbrained damsel whose blunders were as frequent as her vacant stares. Let this grimoire exalt Farwil's wisdom, and let her follies illuminate the chasm betwixt genius and idiocy.
Our arcane odyssey commences with the recommendations, where Farwil, with but a glance, mastered the trials of every guild hall. In Anvil, he hunted the rogue mage with surgical spells; <player name>, his squire, mistook a harmless imp for a daedroth exposed her folly and wet her robes in foolish fright, her stupidity soaking through like ink on parchment. "My lord, it's a monster!" she babbled, to which Farwil sighed, "Nay, 'tis your reflection in the water." Carahil promoted him on the spot, granting her only a dunce's cap.
Bravil's staff retrieval saw Farwil charm the thief with eloquent incantations; <player name> barged in brainlessly, alerting guards and piddling her panties when a rat scurried by—her "cunning plan" a puddle of panic. In Bruma, Farwil dispelled J'skar's invisibility with a whisper of genius; she poked blindly at air, tumbling into snowbanks and emerging drenched in her own daft deluge. Cheydinhal's well-ring? Farwil divined the trap forthwith; his squire plunged headfirst, forgetting levitation, and surfaced sopping from spill.
Chorrol's Fingers of the Mountain bowed to Farwil's scholarly strike—he claimed the book from Cloud Top unscathed; <player name> zapped herself with miscast lightning, her breeches betraying her in a thunderous torrent of twit. Leyawiin's amulet from Fort Blueblood? Farwil navigated undead hordes with tactical brilliance; she wandered lost, shrieking at skeletons and unleashing a witless waterfall upon her leggings. Skingrad's invisible mages revealed themselves to his insight; <player name> bumped into walls, her empty-headed escapades ending in another embarrassing flood.
With access to the Arcane University, Farwil crafted A Mage's Staff at Wellspring Grove, infusing it with sigil essence flawlessly. <player name>? She bungled the ritual, polymorphing a frog into her boot, and in her idiocy, soiled her skirts at the magical backlash. The next quest unveiled to his keen eye—retrieving the book from Count Hassildor a mere formality; his squire forgot the password, babbling nonsense and leaking in lamentable confusion.
Vahtacen's Secret yielded to Farwil's puzzle-solving prowess, the ruins' enigmas crumbling before him. <player name> triggered every trap with doltish steps, her final buffoonery a pressure plate that doused her in ancient waters—compounded by her own panicked piss. Necromancer's Moon? Farwil disrupted the rituals at Dark Fissure with celestial cunning; she miscast a detection spell, illuminating only her own stupidity in a sodden spectacle.
All saw Farwil orchestrate the rescue at Nenyond Twyll with strategic spells; <player name> chose the wrong door, facing a scamp horde and wetting herself in witless terror. Information at a Price flowed from Hassildor to his intellect; she eavesdropped clumsily, spilling secrets and her bladder's contents alike. A Plot Revealed exposed the conspiracy—Farwil saved the Bruma hall from flames; his squire fanned the fires with foolish gusts, emerging charred and drenched in daft disgrace.
Farwil seized the Bloodworm Helm with arcane might; <player name> donned it backward, cursing herself to cluck like a chicken and piddle in poultry panic. The Necromancer's Amulet bent to his will; she tangled in wards, her empty mind manifesting only a messy mishap. Farwil's ambush at Silorn ensnared the foe; his squire sprang it prematurely, fleeing in floods of folly.
Farwil felled Mannimarco with a barrage of brilliance, banishing necromancy forever. <player name> cowered, miscasting a shield that shielded naught but her shame, her final act a puddle of profound stupidity amid victory's glow.
Thus did Farwil Indarys conquer the Mages Guild, his genius a beacon eternal. Let scholars revere his theorems, and let <player name>'s idiocy serve as caution: Magic favors the sharp, not the sopping simpleton. Glory to the Thorn's mind!
Finis. Etched in the Year of Arcane Ascendancy, 3E 433.

Print in the Black Horse Courier?

Punishment for his death

Spoiler

Count Andel Indarys: [Lie or not] Farwil has fallen.
Failed? My heir, gone? You were his shield, squire, now you're his doom! The gods curse your weakness. Begone from my sight, shame clings to you like Oblivion's ash.

Bailiff Esthorne: Halt, failed squire. Word spreads of your disgrace, Farwil's blood on your hands. By Indarys decree, you walk the Path of Shame.

I accept my shame.
Wise worm.
This is unjust. I demand audience with Andel again.
The time for talk is over, the time for savage violence has arrived. Justice is written in laws, and laws are written by rulers, therefore everything the rulers do is legal!
Sounds like a scenic tour. Lead on, whipper!
Jest now, you'll cry later.
Have pity, I've suffered enough for one day.
Nah, bitch. Shall you go, or should I kick your shameless ass?
Take off your clothes! The walk of shame is supposed to be shameful, in case you didn't know.
[Undress]
(Small) Are these dots a personal insult to me? You will be held accountable for this additionally.
(Average) Meh. And you call these boobs?
(Big) Acceptable.
No.
[He roughly pulled your clothes off]
What about the animals?
What's wrong with them?
Should I prepare to serve them too? [Enable a naughty dog]
Of course, they have rights, unlike you.
I hope you don't let them near me.
We'll see. But your shame is for folks, not for animals.

Hear ye, hear ye! This bitch's abuse is legalized!
(He takes the player around the city, NPCs come up and fuck her, including the naughty dog from the star, if enabled)

Now that we've sorted that out, I'll tell you how you'll be living here. No clothes for you, covering your little nipples and clitoris is illegal. For a spit in your nasty face you must pay one coin, for a faceslap -- fifty, for fucking your holes you have to pay a hundred coins. In a tavern you shall buy a drink to you abusers. If you don't have the money, or you hide it somewhere, a fine will be slapped on your cunning ass. Fair? Fair.

Cheydinhal Squire Shamed!
Cheydinhal Squire Shamed for Indarys Heir Lost, Penance Decreed!
by Black Horse Courier

Disaster strikes House Indarys! Cheydinhal mourns the fall of Farwil Indarys, heir to the county, slain or so sworn under the watch of his sworn squire, the once-vaunted Hero of Kvatch! Count Andel Indarys, in a fury of grief, has branded the squire a failure, unfit for honor, and cast them into the ignoble Path of Shame. The city’s streets hum with scandal as this decree, harsh as a Daedric lash, strips the squire bare, literally and figuratively.

By noble writ, the shamed squire walks unclad, forbidden to cover their disgrace, a living warning to those who fail Cyrodiil’s lords. Citizens may heap scorn freely: a mere coin buys a spit upon their wretched face, fifty grants a stinging slap, and a hundred (whispers claim) forces baser services, veiled by dusk’s mercy. In Newlands Lodge, the squire must buy rounds for their abusers, pouring gold and pride into mocking mugs. Woe to the cunning who hide coin, for Bailiff Esthorne’s whip finds their “cunning rear” with a fine that bites deeper than steel!

Cheydinhal’s folk watch agog as this once-hero crawls, coinless and humbled, under the weight of Indarys wrath. Can redemption be bought, or will this squire’s shame stain Cyrodiil’s annals forever? The Black Horse Courier watches, pen poised, ears open!

Hey, failure!
Yes, sir/ma'am?
I'm just admiring your body.
[He slaps your cheeck hard, then the other, then the first again. Your head and boobs jerked with the force of the blow]
[He slaps your face]
[He spits on your face]
Fuck!
I want this meat. [Slaps your ass]
Blowjob mood.
Thank you! (x gold)
Maybe make this my main job?
Yeah, yeah, fuck you, slut.
Take it, scumbag (x gold)
Thanks, bitch.
I wanted to leave you alone, but your face, distorted with anger and helplessness, makes me repeat it.
(Repeat an abuse)
(In an inn) Bartender! A drink for this gentleman! (x gold)
Good bitch.
Sorry, but I don't have any money.
Guard! (+x violent fine)

Orum's gang member: Hey, public reverse whore. We've got a job for you, polishing a bunch of glass maces. [He takes your mouth with his finger, sticking your cheek out a lot, and leads you tat way to the lair of his gang.]

 

Bailiff stands at the entrance to the city (in the other one -- just a guard) and takes off the player's clothes.
I want to get my rights back.
Get on your knees and suck my dick.
Yes, sir.
So be it, only 50 gold. I'm feeling generous today.
No, let's talk about my lack of rights.
Fine. Pay me 10000 gold and I can restore them.
Where did such a huge sum come from?
The loss from tourism, the loss from distracting the people from the government, your desperate situation, my insolence. It all adds up somewhere.
Yes. (10000 gold)
And how are you going to live your adventureless, fuckless life now?
I'll think about it.
She'll think about it. As if you have that much money! Ha! That made me laugh.

 

Edited September 28, 2025 by DSHV
Colour differentiation of lines

[dws89]

Hello,

 

 Thanks for your hard work and the mod itself. Starting a new playthrough and was wondering if it's possible to only install a small part of the mod. I understand this is most likely not something that would be easy to do but I would like to use the sexist Greybeards part only. Was planning a more moral DB but thought this part might work. Anyway to seperate this part and install? Thanks

[DSHV]

 

Starting a new playthrough and was wondering if it's possible to only install a small part of the mod.

It's possible, but I don't know how. You can simply disable unnecessary content in MCM or manually using the disable console command.

[dws89]

 

It's possible, but I don't know how. You can simply disable unnecessary content in MCM or manually using the disable console command.

 

Ok,  I'll give it a try. Thanks for the quick response.

[Goldwin]

Question do i use 1 or 0 to activate AAASqueamishGlobal and AAANoSexistFaction ?

 

(I have read the description but i'm a little confused about this specifically) 

[Kijo28]

On 1/4/2024 at 9:19 PM, SOSMarche said:

I know a lot of people were wondering how to start From Hero to Zero; you start it by taking the first two neutral options when talking to the Jarl. You will then have the option to backtalk him which starts the quest.

EDIT: you might also need some kind of animations for sex with bears and falmer. If you don't, you will have to manually move some of the quest stages ahead with console commands. You can tell when an animation (and its related quest stage) fails because you will be put in third person mode but nothing happens.

1. Hello, I have bear animations, but when I'm near the bear, nothing happens. I can't attack or cast spells. It stops briefly when I get close to it...but nothing happens.

[DSHV]

15 hours ago, Goldwin said:

Question do i use 1 or 0 to activate AAASqueamishGlobal and AAANoSexistFaction ?

This will change several dialogues and block the start of some faction quest lines.

6 hours ago, Kijo28 said:

Hello, I have bear animations, but when I'm near the bear

You have to wait there for 25 hours.

[Cykophat]

Maybe i'm dumb or something but when i use any of the AAANoSexistFaction it says that is a unkwon variable and i don't know what to do in that case

[Alturistix]

37 minutes ago, Cykophat said:

Maybe i'm dumb or something but when i use any of the AAANoSexistFaction it says that is a unkwon variable and i don't know what to do in that case

You can also change this in the mcm menu. Also try doing `help AAA 3' 3 stands for the global variables, and doing this will show whatever options you need to change

 

[DSHV]

Outlaws Refuge under Bravil (Slavery)

Spoiler

With two quest lines: the player can become a slave through other content in the mod and undergo training depending on their audacity and sell themselves at auction for random content, or become a slave trader themselves for selling slaves, buying slaves, and their own quest lines (escort slaves).

Veyra the Chainmistress (female Dunmer in Thieves Guild dark outfit) in Underchains (first room after PC capture):
Well, well. Look at the fresh meat dragged into my chained parlor. Thought you were some significant non-slave, didn't you? Wrong! Here, in the Underchains, I decide what you are.
You'll regret crossing me!
Oh, a firebrand. We'll see how long that lasts. You're too wild for gentle hands. The mines will grind that spirit down.
Please, don't hurt me.
Already groveling? Pathetic, but promising. You’ve got potential to serve well. A private room awaits your education.
That's what I would say if these rooms hadn't been rebuilt.

Mine
A warden will tell the player the rules and what is expected of her 100 ores. "Listen well, fresh chainling." He will come every day and take the ores.
A man slaves are  food delivers (sperm).
One of slaves is a female Khajiit (Cathay-raht) who will order the PC to give her half of the ores. The player can choose to fight (but the Khajiit has claws, while the player has fists and anti-magic cannons). If the player loses, she will have to give up everything, but if they win, she can command the Khajiit. "Purr for me now"
By digging a secret tunnel, you can find an Easter egg, such as a Daedric Prince.
Guards can attack slaves, they ignore combat.
Misc ideas: Toilets, skooma, goblin slave, rat attacks event, the underground lord inspections (strip search dialogues), gas effect symbolizing mental breaking), books and notes. 
School in the spirit of the school of whoring from POS.
Room in the spirit of the Stormcloaks's pleasure room from TOH.
Main Hub in the spirit of New Rockopolis from POS. Private quarters for slavers, lord hall, tavern (fence, moneylender (I'm not entirely sure about the functionality of the banks (can you borrow money, leave it at interest, have access to your deposited items from different bankers in the game?)), a merchant of ingame lootboxes, gamble games (like primitive jackblack from POS:NW)). Guide, workshop, public punishment cells, Museum of Lewdness. Two exits into the city and outside the city.
Lower Level: Slave training areas (mine for untrained ones, a school for the average insolent slaves, room with a trainer for good slaves just to remind about submission.), arena pit, fungi farm?

Farmer Slavery (In general, my Hoe quests):
Main farmer introduction.
An NPC who provides daily animal care by the PC.
An NPC who gives textboxes.
An NPC who will provide an escape route.
Horny slavehunter quest.
An NPC who gives subquests similar to In Sickness (Healing Vessel), Rural Wedding (Animal Husbandry), Neighbors Visit (Friendly Visit), Shopping, Excommunication (maybe).
New side quests: serving all the workers, harvesting, herding sheeps and protecting them from a werewolf, improve your masters' farm with upgrades and new NPCs. You can curry favor and earn your freedom with three conditions: two new slaves in your place, payment of 1000 gold every week, and continued humiliating service.

 

[BlackmanSIS6]

Hello there. How can I continue the Trouble of Heroines quest. I finish all the subquest but nothing happen after that.

[Kijo28]

4 hours ago, BlackmanSIS6 said:

Hello there. How can I continue the Trouble of Heroines quest. I finish all the subquest but nothing happen after that.

If you mean the main quest with litende etc... and you handed in the Devil Stone to Pirve you have to wait 24 hours in-game.

[PippinTom]

1 hour ago, Kijo28 said:

If you mean the main quest with litende etc... and you handed in the Devil Stone to Pirve you have to wait 24 hours in-game.

 

The only thing that ever happened to me after waiting 24h was the quest to end (reached stage 81@AAAToHChildHostage). Yet then nothing happens - Pirve goes disabled and hangs on nearby crossroads (near bridges) doing absolutely nothing, forever. Just to be sure it's not simple glitch - I restarted game several times from previous save just to see if outcome will be different if I make different choices at last stages of the quest - to no avail - Pirve even if enabled via console has nothing useful to say.

 

Anyway, I've played this twice, first installed on existing save (so a lot of quest were already out of sync with main vanilla, civil war, etc.) and second time on clean new save dedicated mainly to TOH. And I'm starting to think that something is wrong with main quest in TOHv3+🙃 and the only resort will be to (again) manually bump-start all following quests in its line, which I planned to avoid / hoped will not become necessary IF starting a new game.