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hi im back
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Homecoming
"I am glad." she kissed him again, rubbing her cheek against him and nuzzling into him happily "I missed you so much, Tas’nei." the woman looked at him with her slanted red eyes full of nothing but love. She could never be upset with him for leaving. It was not her place to keep him, after all.
Tas'nei lowered himself from the Asquelion's arms, picking up the basket of foods he had brought home, "I missed you too, my love, but before we catch up anymore I should probably bring the food in." He was happy to be back with his mate, being away from her was not a pleasant feeling for an easily startled Naga. But now he was home, and he would remain so for a while.
Forest Encounter
Cargo readjusted his leather armor as he looked about the forest for more berry bushes. This was more or less his assigned job, scavenging for berries and plants for the group, while another would get the meat. The Argonian crept through the area, staying silent as possible to not alert unnecessary attention. But perhaps the day would go a bit differently than expected, who knows?
Fertility of Men and Mer: Assorted Lore Collation
[[ This list is by no means complete. I just felt a resource like this would be very useful, both for myself and for those looking to create new roleplay muses. While I have linked canon lore to each statement, I am happy to discuss potential corrections or contradictions if it is felt that such lore has since been retconned. Please feel free to chip in! ]]
~*~ All races of men and mer are fertile with each other.
Lore source: [ x ]
Men and men, mer and mer, or man and mer — All unions can produce fertile children. However, the lore book expresses doubt that this fact also extends to men/mer and the beast races. While one could infer this to be due to the bias of the source or potentially due to societal stigma, there is further evidence to support this statement — Argonians are assumed to lay eggs in a further Imperial account, and thus, it’s probably not a far stretch to assume that they are too different biologically to bear fertile children with men and mer. Furthermore, the moon cycles and complexity of Khajiit births make it questionable if a fertile coupling between them and another race could occur, even if the Khajiit was one of the more human forms such as the Ohmes. At least in the case of a human-mer birth, Racial Phylogeny is proven right in both physicality and genetics by the Gray Prince, whom has a Orsimer mother and a vampire Imperial father. The child of a mixed race couple will physically take after the mother, with aspects of the father.
Lore source: [ x ]
Again, the Gray Prince provides a canon example of this lore. He’s got a human father, but appears almost entirely Orsimer. Vampire males are fertile and capable of siring children.
Lore sources: [ x ] [ x ]
Once more, the Gray Prince is a canon example of this lore. Furthermore, it’s also canon that that vampiric blood heightens his combat abilities, suggesting that the power of the blood is at least somewhat transferred even if full vampirism is not present. That said, the Gray Prince never knew of his dubious heritage, which further suggests that the negative aspects of vampirism barely apply, if at all, to a half-vampire. Mer are conditionally fertile. This is an interesting piece of lore, gleamed from an in-game Morrowind quote: ”Elves are conditionally fertile — that is, they only conceive when population pressure is low — so expanding populations do not force them to explore or war with neighbors.” This could explain why the Snow Elves never managed to stage a population comeback once they had lost the Battle of the Moesring — The invading Atmorans essentially “boxed” the remaining elves that did not go underground within the relatively small expanse of the Chantry of Auri-El, providing population pressure despite the overall critically low numbers of uncorrupted elves. Mer can only conceive a maximum of four times over the course of their life.
Lore source: [ x ]
While it’s widely accepted that mer generally do not have many children, the infamous Barenziah books suggest that a female mer may only conceive a maximum of four times over their entire life. "Sire. It is her child. Children are few among the Elves. No Elven woman conceives more than four times, and that is very rare. Two is the usual number. Some bear none, even, and some only one. If I take this one from her, Sire, she may not conceive again." The source in the book is quoted from a High Elf healer, and thus, seems reliable in context. This does not necessarily mean a hard limit of four children, however — A conception event does not take into account the number of blastocysts that may form thereafter, and thus, a multiple pregnancy could see a mer have a number of children beyond the limit of four conceptions in a lifetime. Half elves age like Bretons.
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This lore relates to Emperor Cassynder, whom had a human father and Dunmer mother. Unfortunately, as he was sickly, we have little idea of what that lifespan might be. However, as Bretons have a great affinity for magic, and magic is linked to the longest lifespans of Altmer, it’s probably not a far stretch to assume that a Breton (and thus, a half elf) would have a lifespan somewhere between that of human and elf.
Homecoming
A few chirps and clicks responded as the door was quickly opened and Tas’nei was scooped up into Zenobia’s arms in a tight welcoming hug. The asquelion pressed her bony jaws to his face repeatedly in little kisses, her tentacles checking him for any wounds or abrasions.
'Where did you go? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?' the questions were endless, and she seemed loath to set him down.
Tas'nei squealed in delight as he was brought into his lover's arms, responding to her clicks and chirps and kisses with his own, squeezing her tight. After all the kissing and hugging was said and done, the Argonian nuzzled closer to Zenobia and smiled softly, "We left to Cyrodiil, and I am fine. Nobody got hurt, thanks to Grabs mostly. Cyrodiil is a lot more lousy with thieves than Skyrim."
Long Needed Meet-Up!
Grabs sat on a stump overlooking Karthwasten, enjoying the breeze that the Reach's cliffs always seemed to have. When not in her armor, the Argonian did love to explore the province around her, but today wasn't a day for exploration, she was meeting up with Rémi, for the first time in ages! The two talked for a moment once she'd returned from her trip with the rest of the group, and decided to meet up here. Now she sat on the stump, kicked her legs around for a moment, and looked for the Breton, she knew he would be here soon.
SHIT I POSTED THAT SMUT DRABBLE
AND SINCE I TAGGED IT NSFW AND I FORGOT THE HORRIBLE TGAGGING THINGS NSFW CURSE
I NOW HAVE A "MILFSINATOR" FOLLOWING ME
FUCK
Stress Relief
Cargo drunkenly stumbled through the house he’d helped build to his room, ignoring what the rest of the group said, grumbling and shutting the door. Once inside he lit his lamp, staggering to his bed. He fell slightly, caught himself, and sat down, narrowing his eye for a moment. The Argonian began to remove his clothing, which didn’t take long despite his drunkeness. Now fully nude, he went and locked his door, having forgotten to earlier.
Cargo belched softly, smelling of mead and honey. He began to tease at his own sheathe, sighing softly as his penis began to show. Once fully erect, the drunkard took his length in his hand, gasping at the feeling for a moment. He hadn’t done this in quite some time, but that wouldn’t stop him. His scaled hand began to stroke up and down his bulbous and pink shaft, causing the Argonian to cover his face partially and groan.
Drips of precum began to dribble from the tip, wetting his hand slightly as it glossed over them in his stroking. He remained slow and steady for the most part, panting occasionally from the feeling, his tongue lolling out. It took him a while to build up speed, not that he wanted to rush, but he thought to go faster eventually. He groaned as more precum dribbled out, wetting the top of his hand entirely. Cargo closed his eye and stopped for a moment, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
The Argonian went back to masturbating, clenching his length occasionally, causing himself to yelp softly in excitement. He could feel his shaft begin to pulsate, nearing orgasm, and he slowed down. He began to huff and pant, his tongue coming out farther than it had before. Cargo let out a quiet cry of ecstasy as he came, his fluids spraying onto his chest, stomach, arm, and onto his shaft itself. He took a moment to pant, gasping occasionally as the panting took breath from him.
Cargo got up, looking in his drawers for a rag that he usually used for mead spills. He began to clean himself off, lapping a small bit of his cum from his fingers during the cleaning with his tongue. Now clean, he got himself into some clothing, and laid on his bed. Thoughts of responsibilities that would be for tomorrow came, but he banished them, and began to sleep. The Argonian certainly needed to relieve some stress.
This is my new favorite picture. I love Urcelmo & his stupid fucking beard.
First Day On The Job
Curtis leaned over the counter and looked through all the baked goods the Argonian was selling. Apparently the shop had just recently opened up, and he'd always loved a good sweetroll, despite his fear of losing all his teeth. Dropping a bag of the required Septims on the counter, he accepted the sweetroll, and was just about to begin eating, when he heard a citizen yelling about a thief. Hastily devouring the sweetroll, giving a thank-you which was muffled through the food, he stormed out to see what was happening. When he arrived, he found two other Imperial Guards surrounding another Argonian in the trademark armor of the Thieves' Guild.
With a small chuckle, the suspect produced a small yellow vial from his pouch, and downed it instantly, turning invisible. The two guards attempted to grab the near-invisible shimmer that was the thief, before it ducked out of the way and ran off. Curtis went in pursuit, unsheathing his standard-issue blade, hot on the Argonian's trail. While he was invisible, the Argonian certainly wasn't silent, or graceful, bumping into multiple guards and citizens. All the while, he grabbed things from tables that looked valuable, to pilfer and sell off as much as he could.
Curtis did a quick about-face, running from the thief, and to where he was sure the criminal would go. Arriving just in time in front of the Blue Palace to catch the Argonian, who turned visible just as his potion's effect faded.With another laugh, he shook his head, "Alright, alright, you've caught me." Curtis held his arms, taking him towards the jail, "Endangerment of citizens, larceny, resisting arrest. You're not gonna pay your way out of a night in jail." As he arrived, he passed the Argonian off to another guard, grinning as wide as possible in pride of how he managed to catch a criminal on his first day.
Homecoming
Tas'nei sighed, trying not to be too upset with himself for being gone from his dear mate for so long. He waddled forward, carrying a basket filled with food that looked like it was more meant for giants. Once he got to Zenobia's doorstep, he put the basket softly on the ground, knocking on the door and announcing his presence with a few short clicks in Jel. He hoped she would not be too mad with him, or upset, but he wouldn't blame her if she had been. He fiddled with his fingers for a moment, waiting for the Asquelion to appear.
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“Hermaeus Mora is the daedric prince of fate, knowledge and memory. In his rare dealings with mortals, he often chooses to appear as a grotesque mass of tentacles.”
(( just gonna sit here and hope someone wants to do a plot where a kamal frozen in ice thaws out and has to be killed or s/t because they apparently sacked windhelm before.
/waits ))
kamal?
theoreyns answered your question:so i owe a starter for two people at the moment! ...
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[Netch-Watching] | Maria + Santuam
Pursing her lips, Santuam gave a short nod and grabbed her staff, scooting over to the edge of the rock and dropping into the pool of water, momentarily disappearing beneath the small waves and causing the bull Netch to turn towards the disturbance. Resurfacing, she gave the Netch’s tentacles a gentle pat, shook the water out of her hair, and beckoned Maria down as she made her way back onto the surface.
Maria calmed herself down as she said she would, taking off her armor and other unnecessary apparel off along with her weaponry, before diving into the water next to Santuam, swimming to the surface as well. She sat close to the Netches, but not as close as to aggravate the tentacled creatures. The Breton sat with her back leaning on a rock, pulling her knees up to her chest as she watched the creatures go about their business.
so i owe a starter for two people at the moment!
would anyone else like one?