Thermius

Dragon bones are compared in size to Mokudul's bone... ;D

I never knew... so much death, just because I was too lazy... the blood, why won't it wash away...

About the Eldergleam Sanctuary, the two NPCs there always die to spriggans when I visit to knife the tree... I always wish I could tell them to step out for five minutes while I clean out the forest kin friends...

  http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Console_Commands_%28Skyrim%29

  Best get all the permissions for that mod pack then, hurr hurr... "I know where the door is, thanks, you've been a great audience..."     Another quest you could extend is the 'No News is Good News' quest for Angeline Morrard. Fura was supposedly killed in action by the stormcloaks near Whiterun. On the presumption that it would be near their camp, it would be likely for her body to have been snatched by the mage (necromancer) at the Ritual Stone. Maybe a minion of the mage (skelly) could have some sort of trinket to return to Angeline. If you have it in you inventory, maybe you could add a conversation to give Angeline a bit of closure.     Also; Tormir... because; Raisins

Dear Diary, I can't see what Hadmir likes about being a guard. The hours are hopeless, the days are long, the pay is alright, but the daily drag just seems horrid to me. The moral seems to be, don't take an arrow to the knee, but all the guards I've met thus far haven't had a real arrow through the knee... Not like uncle Throm anyway... They'd be walking much, much less well and slightly funny... Whiterun was a sight for sore eyes, I'll admit. People I had met in the past were still around for the most part, the hold looked like not much had changed and you really appreciate a warm bed after a day sitting in a carriage. From Ivarstead, the ride had been uneventful. The mountain pass to the ruins of Helgen was cold and it snowed most of the way. Beinkr, the carriage driver, was prepared to a fault for this though. A blanket and a bottle of mead in exchange for some dirty talk and a bit of a grope when we got to Riverwood. I guess he didn't want to push his luck. Riverwood... Nowhere did the civil war seem so far away as Riverwood. What is prosperity, but the lack of poverty. The road to Whiterun was as uneventful as the carriage ride. I met a traveling bard and asked if he knew anything about a bard called Lunerio. He told me to ask the dean of history, Giraud Gemane, at the Bards College in Solitude. Why did Solitude still sound so far away... Homesickness struck like a log to the face as I bid the bard farewell. For the first time in days, the collar around my neck felt heavy. Still a reminder of things past and somehow foreboding... Following the White river down to the plains of Whiterun Hold, I soon ended up on a vantage point. From there I could see vast plains stretched out before me and the hold of Whiterun, seated prominently upon its hill. The sun was departing when I walked into the Bannered Mare Inn. With little gold to spend I asked the innkeeper, Hulda, if I could spend the night and work off the tab tomorrow. Hulda was receptive to this, but she wanted my weapon as a deposit until I repaid her. Not a bad deal I guess. Hulda bade her house slave to take Friend's Razor to her chambers for safe keeping. He obediently accepted my weapon and scurried off with it. "If I may ask; where did you get such a young slave, Hulda?" I asked her when she handed me a plate of spiced beef and a tankard of Honningbrew. "To be honest with you, He is not a slave. I do not own him, not in my eyes anyway. His parents both died at Helgen when the dragons first emerged. One day he wandered in here and just like you, he had no coin on him. For a few days I let him stay around, but his tab was just piling up. He had nowhere to go... One day he came to me with an unlocked collar and told me he was going to sell himself to repay his tab. He had a look of guilt and burden on his face that would have broken your heart instantly." "I took the collar form his hands and locked it around his neck. We went to the Jarl's steward for the ownership document and he signed himself over to me. For the first time since I had met him he seemed happy. By rights he is mine, but he might aswell be the son I never had." "I passed through Helgen on the way over here. One can only imagine what he has been through." I told Hulda, but to be honest... I knew, of sorts... The bed was divine... Sleep, take me! I'm yours... When morning came I started working off my debt to Hulda. Chopping wood, serving customers to the inn food and drinks, cleaning the floor... menial tasks... Somehow these were most relaxing. I worked up about three days of rent and expenses by the time night fell. Like in Ivarstead I was paid in favors, which suited me just fine. A favor can't be picked from your pocket... Tomorrow I'll visit Warmaiden's smithy and gauge if the blacksmith is inclined to remove this blasted collar from my neck... She seemed reasonable enough when I walked past her shop and overheard her telling one of the Battle-borns to quit riding her for more swords. Tomorrow... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

MCM -> DD -> Animations -> untick use bound animations.

Looking good Vel, lots of room the play with there. Keep them creative sparks firing Sir!

Next, the DD version that locks in place...   Also: [RIP] Thermius - "He died laughing his ass off..."

DD - More Devious Quests adds events for collared NPCs

ask him "Why me?" (I think)

I, Words, Everytime...

  See what I mean... It doesn't invite positive responses. I should have added the other quote, but I take it everything is level now.   Also; have you seen skyrimll's 'running modded install' blog? It's a very very very long list. Just keeping track of what adds what would boggle my mind...

  Then why start off, so toxic?   I had a lot of difficulty getting my head around adding mods and I doubt that going in guns blazing and spewing bile would get me any help. When you write something, take 2 steps back and read what you wrote as if you are the mod maker...   So... I got nothing else...

maybe an old script that is no longer running on a new char... beats me...

Curses... foiled!

Have you got any of the SGO equipment fitted? No? You are not producing. Have you got the 'Milk' spell equipped? No? It is in your spellbook.

  "many happy hours shouting at my screen because of the CK." There, fixed it for ya xD

Starting tomorrow I'm going to have to take a break from writing for a bit, RL has run off with the keys to my time... That was the downside. On the other hand; I found these: Linky Linky I'm getting a pair for a date with my first Domme I would have loved to call Master. On the other, other hand... I could use a new hat: Hats hats hats... I have a Cold War Soldier's Ushanka... I'll be back to writing, maybe Thursday...

Dear Diary, I think I'll be better off not telling people I am Dragonborn... Even though they are my kinsmen, all of the inhabitants of Ivarstead suddenly address as if I am some kind of deity... It honestly makes me feel like a sham... The morning was eventful. Work had started on rebuilding the roof on the inn before I had awoken. A bit of breakfast and something awful they called brandy set the tone for the day. It all left a bitter taste in my mouth. The dead guard's had been wrapped up so they could move him to the temple in Riften. The wounded guard was helping at the inn. You could catch him coughing up blood at times, but he couldn't make the journey to Riften to seek a healer. He was going to have to wait for a carriage. The inn keeper, Wilhelm, and Jofthor were busy with the roof of the inn. It had been a thatched roof which the bandits had tried to set on fire. Luckily Nordic thatching is hard to catch on fire. Just for curiosity's sake I went over to Klimmek's house and barged in unannounced. What I found were two vaguely sentient piles of their former selves. Fastred was covered in a pungent, sticky mess and Klimmek... His eyes were rolled back in his skull... "What a mess..." I jested while wiping a glob of jizz off of Fastred's forehead. Klimmek tasted good at least... "Now that you two have worked out your issues, don't you feel a lot happier?" Fastred looked at me with a radiant smile. She was so cute like this. She reached over to me and pulled me in close. She tasted like Klimmek... Obviously... He must have been sitting on some ancient Nordic blue balls... Fastred took me by surprise when she pressed my head on to her chest. Now I too was covered in spunk... Good thing I hadn't washed yet. I reached down to her crotch for a bit of a fondle, but to my surprise my fingers hit something hard sticking out of her. Upon closer inspection I realized there was an ale bottle stuffed inside of her... Fastred sat up on the edge of the bed and with some effort, pushed the bottle out. She was wide open and inviting me to go down on her. When Klimmek woke up, I had cleaned up Fastred for the most part. He looked confused... I would be confused as well... It didn't really help that I still had globs of jizz in the hair that framed my face... "How long have you been saving up all this?" I asked and wiped a string of spunk off his penis. He smirked. "Wanna go skinny dipping in the lake?" He asked and added; "You look like a blood cultist." This was true. We were all still covered in blood. I hate blood... Here is the secret to rocking someone's world; three people, running whilst nude, into a lake, in the morning... Klimmek carried Fastred out to the lake and the three of us made a giant splash when we jumped in, laughing and screaming... Fastred yelped when she hit the cold water. I still had my cloak on to hide my collar, but the townsfolk hardly gave us any heed. "Silly youngsters." was probably the prevalent thought. Klimmek and Fastred spent a few moments floating around while I cleaned off the last of the pesky blood... Then I noticed the couple to my right was splashing about an awful lot. They were at it again... in the water... Nostalgia hit me square in the heart. Hadmir came to me one day with an invitation. He had a couple of days worth of leave to collect and he used to use those to go fishing. He had a cabin on the estuary of the Karth River near Solitude which he shared with a few friends. It was their idea of a romantic get-away, but Hadmir went there to fish. We had been there before when old man Iverrig still owned the cabin, but this was the first time he invited me. "I can either go fishing on my own or with someone I want to spend my time with... If you are wondering, I have not figured out how to get back at you, so don't read too much into it. I'm not stooping to spiking your drinks with skooma, there is no honor in such a thing." He told me when I questioned his motives. I told him I would love to join him. What I didn't tell him was that; if he wasn't planning anything, I'd have to... Angeline is a sweet old lady, a troubled sweet old lady... Her daughter joined the Imperial legion and hadn't been heard of for a while now. Such were the worries that laden her brow. She wasn't an alchemist, but a woman of her years collects a lot of contacts and strings to pull. When I had first met her I was on an errand to get some perfume for my mother. I walked in to the shop in Solitude one morning and found her scolding her niece, Vivienne. This would have been a common sight, if not for the fact that Vivi was collared and on a leash... I knew Vivienne and I had always suspected she was into bondage, but somehow I didn't think she'd be into submission. Lesson number one; don’t judge people. Period. Devious minds tend to think alike. Both Vivi and Angeline were a bit shocked to see me standing at the counter. "You forgot to lock the door as well." I said with a wide grin on my face. As quick as she could Vivi ran over to the front door and locked it. When she hurried back to Angeline I caught her by the arm and forced her against the counter. "Such a nice collar you have. You should have told me you wanted to be someone's pet... My last one ran off." Angeline hooked a finger under the back of Vivi's collar from the other side of the counter, forcing her stand upright. She smiled at me and barked a command at Vivienne. "Show Miss some respect! Greet her like a proper slave!" Vivienne struggled to climb on top of the counter while Angeline pulled her backwards, choking her slightly. She sat up on the counter and pulled her legs up, then she spread them wide open and turned her head to look away from me. With one hand she spread her labia so I could have a good look at her. "Welcome to Angeline's Aromatics Miss, are you looking for something specific?" She said. "Angeline's Number 5, one sturdy vial." I answered and watched her dismount the counter and scuttle off to the storeroom. "I'm sorry my dear, I didn't mean for her to be seen like this." Angeline said, but I assured her that it was fine and that I had my own pet to play with. Angeline told me how, after Vivi's parents died, she had adopted her into her home. One day she had walked in on Fura, her own daughter, and Vivienne 'playing'. Fura always had a dominant personality, a trait well expressed throughout the women in her forbearers. When Fura left to follow her destiny... or fate... Vivienne felt abandoned and became depressed. One day Angeline decided to offer her a hand to hold her leash, she accepted immediately. I told her about my pet... Hadmir. The more I told her, the more Angeline began to laugh. "To be young and playful." She sighed and asked; "Have you considered rewarding his loyalty a bit more than just relieving his pent up desires?" "We agreed I would save myself for him..." I said and immediately caught what Angeline was suggesting... "But... but... but... That's where..." I stammered. "Yes my dear, your butt. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. It is perfectly suited for intercourse, with a little preparation of course. A contact of mine makes potions and lotions specifically for such endeavors." Her matter-of-fact statement took even me by surprise. "A sturdy meal with lots of fibers and a potion of 'quick release' in the morning and you'll be empty before the afternoon. A simple troll fat lotion applied before intercourse and hey presto... Do you want a sample?" From a drawer she pulled an ominously green looking potion. For a moment I must have looked quite befuddled. Vivienne came back from the storeroom before I could answer. "How about a demonstration then?" She pulled an even greener looking vial from the little drawer of horrors and presented it to Vivienne. "Our customer wants a demonstration. Strip, drink this and fetch a bucket. Be quick about it, we haven’t got all day." Vivienne looked surprised, but she quickly presented her bare body and downed the contents of the vial without a second thought. It didn't take long before she cramped up, holding her belly tight. She realized what was happening inside her bowels and sat down over the bucket. With her bowels empty she propped herself up on the counter. Unceremoniously she reached for her anus and with two fingers from either side the spread it open. I would have said something along the lines of 'could fit for a horse' but Angeline took my hand and forced it inside Vivi's, rather inviting, hole. Shocked I pulled it out rather quickly, making Vivienne yelp. To my surprise my hand was clean. It may have smelled a slight bit, but nothing like I had expected. "This was the Elixir of Expulsion, a refined derivative, but it serves the same purpose. It binds everything into an easily expelled solid and it stimulates the body’s natural secretion of lubrication within the bowels. With a bit of lotion of cleansing you can make your hole just as clean as your mouth." Angeline said to me and turned to Vivienne. "Go prepare yourself to receive your plug and ready your belt. I haven't forgotten about this morning and neither will you." Vivi whimpered and retreated upstairs. Needless to say I spent all my gold then and there and took home a lot of quickeners and cleaners... Hadmir certainly was surprised when I told him I'd let him fuck me in the ass... I told him that I didn't want to risk getting pregnant until he had won, but that I also wanted to have him inside of me... So we agreed to add a rule; Anal doesn't count. I had cleaned myself out in the river and I was still washing and massaging myself when Hadmir picked me up and walked up stream with me a bit. In a shallow of the river, where the current was least and the water reach just above our hips He pressed his glands against my sphincter. Vivi looked wide as a tankard, but I was still tighter than a keyhole. With a single thrust he invited himself in. It was an appetizer for both of us and rewarding his continued efforts this way was fun as well. We may be far apart today, but I know we have a strong bond which will bring us together again... Back in Ivarstead... When we headed back to shore I wrapped my cloak around Fastred to shield her from prying eyes. Klimmek ran ahead to open the door for us, his penis flopping 'majestically' from side to side... Fastred felt soft and smooth. I knew I would have some explaining to do when we got inside when I felt her hand roaming over my chastity belt... My staunch defender. Too bad Hadmir was posted at Dragon's Bridge most of the time... He could have saved me and won the night I was taken. Fate will fuck you sideways like that...

  And before you know it you have a stalker   I don't know if I should use the word 'inspired' anymore, it has become 'enabled' the longer I hang around here... "This site has 'inspired' me to start writing again..." and "This new mod has 'inspired' me to make a Futa BBW who drains partners of their life... but I got beaten, raped and enslaved by Falmer and now I'm suffering skooma withdrawal while getting chain raped by Charus..." You know, the obvious stuff.

  Idea: after a few deliveries to Aymee you could add a quest called 'How about free-range?'. The purpose would be to, at first, hire npcs (from the persistent pool probably) to wear the milker for a share of the profit. After a few rounds of milking them you could then advance to 'Do you want to go steady?'. As the constant milking has 'worn-out' the device and the npc has become rather dependent on it, have the player invite them to a steady job at a more fixed location (cloning the npc from the world or something to avoid empty spaces and broken quests). There is plenty of space in the world for a sizable farm. The last link for this could be; 'Can I stay with you forever?', where the NPC is so hooked on the whole experience that she asks to stay.   This could be a nice way to conserve your work and expand, instead of starting from scratch.   I'm currently writing a bit for my blog that MSE helped form in my dirty, dirty mind... I love where you took SGO with MSE.     As for the LAL bit of MSE, you could use the aforementioned farm as a place to 'detox' from your previous life (something about not receiving mind-numbing drugs anymore, enabling your escape.)   From:   -T

  Here's an Idea; how about "sure i'll help you get rid of that thing, but as payment for this service you'll have to hatch another [n.difficulty]." on a failed speech check (or just outright).

xpms is on version 2.50 (by groovtama)   About the mod: EvilReFlex, please, never stop being awesome... Memorable quote for Lydia: "Until SOS - HPfF my thane was a woman's woman, but a dildo only brings a girl so far. Now, If I want a good night I just spike her drink with Dragon Essence and ride her till the morning comes. Thanks SOS - HPfF!"