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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage Category: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandom: Elder_Scrolls_V:_Skyrim, Overwatch_(Video_Game), Greek_and_Roman Mythology, Japanese_Mythology, Percy_Jackson_and_the_Olympians_&_Related Fandoms_-_All_Media_Types, Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Buffy_the_Vampire Slayer, Fullmetal_Alchemist_-_All_Media_Types, Kingdom_Hearts, Disney_- All_Media_Types, Supernatural, The_Legend_of_Zelda_&_Related_Fandoms, A Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_&_Related_Fandoms, Overlord_-_Maruyama_Kugane_& Related_Fandoms, Overlord_(Triumph_Video_Games), TOLKIEN_J._R._R._-_Works &_Related_Fandoms, ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre Adventure, Drag-On_Dragoon_|_Drakengard, NieR:_Automata_(Video_Game), Naruto, DragonFable, MechQuest_(Video_Game), AdventureQuest_Worlds, AdventureQuest, Highschool_DxD_(Anime) Relationship: Male_Dovahkiin_|_Drabonborn/Multiple_Characters, Male_Dovahkiin_| Dragonborn/Serana, Male_Dovahkiin_|_Dragonborn/Lydia Character: Male_Dovahkiin_|_Dragonborn, Lena_"Tracer"_Oxton, Lydia_(Elder_Scrolls), Serana_(Elder_Scrolls), Nocturnal, Original_Male_Nord_Character(s), Angela_"Mercy"_Ziegler, Widowmaker_|_Amélie_Lacroix, Original_Nord Character(s), Aphrodite_(Percy_Jackson), Artemis_(Percy_Jackson), Hestia_ (Percy_Jackson), Thalia_Grace, Calypso_(Percy_Jackson), Rhaenys Targaryen, Daenerys_Targaryen, Aegon_Targaryen, Visenya_Targaryen, Original_House_Martell_Character(s), Elia_Martell, Original_House_Stark Character(s), Arya_Stark, Sansa_Stark, Margaery_Tyrell, Val_(ASoIaF), Myrcella_Baratheon, Lyanna_Stark, Ashara_Dayne, Asha_Greyjoy, Lamae_Bal, Original_Werewolf_Character(s), Original_House_Lannister_Character(s), Rias_Gremory, Selene_(Underworld) Additional Tags: Harems, Lemon, Cannibalism, Sexual_Violence, Blood_and_Violence, Rape/ Non-con_Elements, Sexual_Content, Sexual_Tension, Slow_Romance, Torture, Psychological_Torture, Past_Child_Abuse, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse, Childhood_Trauma, Adopted_Children, Political_Alliances, Politics, Manipulative_Dovahkiin, Powerful_Harry, Half-Sibling_Incest, Incest, Murder, Assassination, Immortality, POV_Multiple, POV_First_Person, War, Skyrim_Civil_War, Werewolf_vs_Vampire_War, Emperor_Dragonborn, Sociopathic_Dragonborn, Playboy_Dragonborn, Werewolf_Culture, Vampire Sex, Cheating, Implied/Referenced_Cheating, Gangbang, Threesome_-_F/F/M, Were-Creatures Series: Part 1 of The_Legend_of_the_Ascension Stats: Published: 2018-01-20 Updated: 2018-03-10 Chapters: 3/? Words: 21078 ****** The Legend of the Ascension - The Twilight Ascension Saga - (Book One): Guardians Of The North Star ****** by sandkings321 Summary Deathless, Powerful, Super-Genius, Very Handsome, Rich, Manipulative, Charming, Ruthless, Hedonistic, Arrogance, Undying, Jaded. That described someone like Rasmus who seen and did everything in his immortal lives. Now he has to fight power-hungry Draconic Nordic God of Destruction, traitorous Dragon Priest/Dragonborn, and his past enemy. Revamped/Rewrite/Revised in progress 1/10 ***** Prologue: Guardian of North Star ***** Chapter Summary Deathless, Powerful, Super-Genius, Very Handsome, Rich, Manipulative, Charming, Ruthless, Hedonistic, Arrogance, Undying, Jaded. That described someone like Rasmus who seen and did everything in his immortal lives. Now he has to fight power-hungry Draconic Nordic God of Destruction, traitorous Dragon Priest/Dragonborn, and his past enemy. Revamped/Rewrite/Revised in progress 1/10 Elder Scrolls Fanfiction The Twilight Ascension Saga (Book One): Guardians Of The North =============================================================================== Summary:Deathless, Powerful, Super-Genius, Very Handsome, Rich, Manipulative, Charming, Ruthless, Hedonistic, Arrogance, Undying, Jaded. That described someone like Rasmus who seen and did everything in his immortal lives. Now he has to fight power-hungry Draconic Nordic God of Destruction, traitorous Dragon Priest/Dragonborn, a vampire and lycan war oncoming that will affect the nation world of tamriel, and his past enemy. Mass Harem/Ruler/Xover. Will Rasmus survived his challenged or will he died trying to the world Mature Content: Nudity, Sexual Themes, Racist Words (Fantasy), Racism, Death, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Racism, Cannibalism, Incest, Lemon, ETC. Genres: Action, Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Drama, Supernatural, Horror, Thriller Tags-Powerful/Immortal/Badass/Intelligent/Serious/Immature/Playboy/ Manipulative/ Borderline Sociopathic Dragonborn/Mass Harem/Ruler/Crossover Series: The Legend of the Ascension Conquest Universe: Animeverse/Gameverse =============================================================================== Disclaimer:I'm, the Author, in any way does not own these games/manga/tv show/ cartoon/movies/etc, and they solely belong to their creators except for the few plot changes that came from my mind. The new places that will be included in this story are based on the mods made by the authors from the Nexus Webpage. The elements from other games and anime's are also owned by their respective creators. Thank you to Bethesda Game Studios, Bethesda Softworks for the Elder Scrolls Series and other belong to their own individual user. I only own the Oc who appear in the story =============================================================================== Quote It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. Frederick Douglass =============================================================================== "Hello" Normal Speaking - No Bold+Italic+Underline "Hello" Thinking - Italic "Hello" Voice Over - Italic/Underline "Hello" Whisper - Bold+Italic "Hello" Thu'um - Bold+Italic+Underline "Hello" Yelling - Bold *Action effect!* - Bold Sound Effect~ - Bold/Italic =============================================================================== Prologue: Guardian of North Star =============================================================================== [ -Universe/Plane - Elder-Scrolls - Location + Cyidath + K rikkiomelan Realm + Grand Palace Of R ovaria Empire - Rovaria Throne Hall Room - ] ===============================================================================   Huge braziers encompassing each of the fourteen granite columns light up every part of the throne hall and bathe it in an orange glow. The illustrations of gods on the rounded ceiling dance in the flickering light while gargoyles look down upon the slate floor of this impressive hall. An orchid rug runs in a circle around the room, with two paths at the throne and the main entrance while matching banners with gilded ridges decorate the walls. Between each banner stand several tapers of various sizes, some of them have been lit and in turn illuminate the wall paintings of heroes and legends below them. Hefty windows are concealed by drapes colored the same orchid as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with embellished borders and decorating tips. A lavish throne of gold sits within a pagoda of sorts within this hall and is adjoined by three equally lavish seats for the royal highness' trustees. The throne is covered in sacred crests and fixed on each of the stubby legs is a crystal snake. The thin pillows are a light viridian and these too have been adorned with adorned ridges. Those awaiting to be heard by their royal highness can do so on the countless luxurious and comfortable granite benches, all of which are facing the throne in a wide V-shape. Those of higher standing can instead take seat in the luxuriant balustrades overlooking the hall. Sitting on the golden throne that many people like to call The Eternal Throne is Dark Lord & Lord of Shadows Asmodeus or by his real name Rasmus Abraham Shadewalker-Reyrie. Asmodeus/Rasmus is tall with powerfully well-built muscular youthful looking thirty years old man with sickly ash-grey skin. He has full jet-black hair that mid back-length seem to have a shadowy smoke appearance and reddish tint that looked similar to blood and facial hair consist of dark five 0 clock shadow beard and soul patch. He is shirtless showing his powerfully very masculine toned, with a v-shape torso, broad shoulders, long, muscular legs, and clearly- defined muscles and abs, his body have light amount of scars that come from various combat. He's extremely attractive and handsome man with long strong jawline, strong cheekbones, full lips with rows of perfect white teeth, sharp silver-blue eyes with, cat-like pupils and black sclera that enhanced his predatory stare. He has a scar on his right eye and a scar that runs across the bridge of his nose despite those scars he is still remarkable handsome man. He is wearing long, amorphous black overcoat with a blood red highlight that flares out into ragged ends with a fur collar and which also left his torso unprotected not like he need it. black leather pants with armored knee pads and knee-length boots with ebony shin guards. He is wearing fingerless leather gauntlet gloves with forearm guards held on by scraps of fabric. On his brow is circlet crown made of Adamantine with big square-cut emerald. He was alone in his throne just the way he likes it with a goblet of blood which and his left hand was nearly empty with a book in his hand which is about ancient and advanced rituals in his right hand. He had a tired look on his face as he inattentive in thought. Until he hears the saw of his large door/gate being ram against with a battering ram. He scowls in irritating as once again see his gate being ram. He closes his book and threw it to the side and gulped down the remaining of his wine-blood as he stood up showing his towering height and threw his goblet down his throne. He slowly slaunter while thinking. 'Another fool trying to kill me again, I wonder how many this make 1,234 champion and their army dead and I grew stronger with their souls and their dead body become another Draugr/Fext/ Zombie/Zombie Ghouls.' He thought with apathy as he cracked his neck and bones. 'It never matters to me they be another background item'. Then his gate was finally been brust though as he saw the golden ram that managed to destroy his magical enhanced door that took time and a lot of money to make. Rasmus wasn't surprised as he saw the top of the ram open allowing the canon fodder to come out and jump down as they run up to and circle him, as he snatched the goblet off the floor. "Steady, my brothers and sister".One of the DragonKnight said encouraging his nervous brothers/sister. He looked at them with eyebrow raised yet have the stoic face as he saw them moving around trying to found a weak point or a hole. "We can take him". Said a female healer-knight with cautious optimism. "By the Nine Divine help us purge this great evil from your beautiful lands!".He heard one of them prayed to craven traitorous Nine Divines for protection. "Your...Divine can't save you because your...".He looked at them before he slowly show them the goblet. "...Soul and blood is mine to devour and consume".He send chilling smile that send shiver down their heart and soul as he toss the Goblet behind him. "Charge!" The middle one said with the spear as they all change at the Asmodeus, The Lord of Shadow and Dark Lord of Elemental & Outer Beings and… ...He dodged them with little to no effort as he grabbed the middle one and tossed him with inhuman strength and force at the wall hitting with sickening thud and cracked as the spearman died in impact and he watch with stoic stare "Nelsdan!". He heard someone cried out as he glanced the person before he step to the side to dodged, as the rage filled slash from the angry swordmaiden which he presume was the fallen northern nord that he killed without remorse. And from her rapidly beating heart, it seem her body release some of latent Adrenaline to increased her strength, speed, reflexes, and the ability to withstand pain. ...But it would never work on him who fight countless battles with unnatural powers and vast personal combat experience. And he decided to do a little of his favorite hobby of his...Psychological Warfare "This...Nelsdan boya. He sound the name mockingly as he step/skip back from the angry and grieve-stricken women."...He must be weak and pathetic to die so pitifully from one of my weaker attack…".He dodged the attack from the axe wielding knight and push him back with telepathic force push to another knight who didn't move in time. As he level an cool smile at her helmet covered face."...So what will you do now~".He eloquently said with smooth yet mockingly cold tone That anger her this...satanic twisted monster. this… sick humanoid abomination bastard mocked her lover death like some jest or fool dancing around. She. The women raised her sword in the air Will. The sword glowed in bright golden-red flame Kill"Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu bastarddddddddddddddddddddddd". She roared with anger and sorrow mixed as she rushed at him and… Piercing his chest as she pushed him back with roar of empowering anger. "Die, you satanic devil".She coolly to Demon King who looked shocked at her before he mutter. "...Meslina why…"She heard the familiar voice from the Demonic God-King Lord as his form changed showing her that shocked her greatly… Her childhood friend/lover who she though just died was actually alive...but she killed him with her own sword. "Yes...Why did your lover~".She heard the calm chilling smooth powerful voice behind her as she turn around to see the inhuman handsome face who send her a chilling smile that ooze with amusement yet dissatisfaction. "H-how…"she muttered as her body sag against his semi-naked muscular torso "It's seem the Nine Divine Church Militant forget to tell you or you forget in your anger and grief that I'm called...The Lord of False Truth". He gesture to the people around her allowing her to see that her body was actually fighting each other and killing each other in the belief that they fighting him. "But don't worry I make sure that you meet him"He said as he grab her neck and… *Crunch* Where wrenches her head to the side with a hideous cracking of bone. Effortlessly break her neck with his inhuman supernatural strength as he uncaringly dropped her body to the floor with thud He waiting for the rest of the cannon fodder to come and... =============================================================================== [ - Universe/Plane - Elder-Scrolls - Location - Tamriel - Skyrim - Helgen ] ===============================================================================   ...Rasmus Shadewalker, was never one to mince words. He knew when a situation was fucked up beyond all belief. He blankly stare with eyebrow raised in interest as he saw imperial guards were incinerated only twenty feet from where he kneeled in the mud. He had just managed to slice through his bindings using the Axe man's discarded Great Axe that merely moments before was going to be used to behead Rasmus, or at least, they were going to try. Maybe it have something to do with him. Being in a state that kinda made him...feral in mind and action...and killed about twenty-three guys and gals while he was in a state of trance-like fury or what the Old Atmoran said Berserker Úlfhéðnar (1) or in modern Tamrielic Wolf Warriors. Plus that little boy: General Tullius thinks that he was Ulfric Stormcloak rumor Wolf & Bear Warrior?. According to the thoughts of Tullius these warriors were trained in danger atmoran forbidden art and some old arcane body modification. And they are semi-correct. One he not on the side of Stormcloaks Army nor do he wish to be as he rather follow his own path and goals. And he is Half-Wolf and Wolf Bear Berserker but he was born with and later been modified. But late get to that dark ugly part of his pasts later as he hyper-accelerated mind and his own natural experience of escapism. He got up from his bones and with his superhuman vision he recognize Alduin the World-Eater, The Black Dragon, King of the Dragons, Alduin the World-Eater, Mad Dragon. After all he use to serve him, as one of the Dragon Priest know throughout history as Mulaag, Champion of the Wind & Earth and Bringer of Death. An earth shaking roar erupted from overhead and large shadow swooped by, the gush of air shaking the trees. Everyone froze and looked up to behold a dragon..yes...truly it was a dragon. It could be no other. Like something out of a bad dream, Rasmus frown deepen as he know what this mean and why. He come to consume the world...or rather dominance the Nirn to his bottomless greed for powers and lust for control and re-establish Supreme Dovah Empire and even move above that. But he know there some people who will fight against that fate. Like him despite his broken and depowered state which he cannot remember as he currently in his former-self with most of his rather exotic unnatural powers surpassed. "...Rasmus…" Paarthurnax the younger brother of Alduin and lieutenant Of Dovah Empire. The Brutal Dovah/Dragon, The Ambitious One, Thur of Cruelty. He could feel him alive but old for Dovah as their lifespan go to eon of millennia. His only (as far he know of) daughters their human name Aura Rendahl & Valerie Tjessem. And his… Another roar echoed so loudly, most of the people in the courtyard were covering their ears, and the dragon appeared suddenly, crashing to a perch atop one of the guard towers and spewing forth flame and death for the first of many times. Years spent in combat and harrowing situations allowed Rasmus to react almost without thinking, immediately rolling to the side, knocking down the stupified Ax man who dropped his Ax. Slitting loose his bound hands, he picked up the headman axes and immediately beelined across the chaos of the courtyard toward one of the towers. He needed to get out of sight of the distracted guards and some cover from that beast. He was met part way by the previously sympathetic guardsman and thought for a moment he was going to try to detain him, but the guard, who introduced himself as Hadvar, motioned him to follow inside if he wanted to escape. Once inside, Rasmus tooked a moment to clear his mind and calm his body that was full of adrenaline. 'This is the new norm for me now…'He ruefully thought to himself as thought about the various time he got himself almost killed due to either sleeping with some asshole limp-dick nobleman and occasionally King's wives and daughter...at the same time in his bed. Or sometime King's sons Hey don't judge him or his action. Judge him for his immense unmatched stupidity Hadvar immediately found a chest and handed him some imperial armor to wear and a steel sword. "Thanks for the sword and armor". He passively said to him as he took off his upper ragged attire showing his powerfully yet well-built scarred and tattoos/ runic body. And took off the itchy pants and put on the imperial armor. "You...welcome…"Hadvar said looked away awkwardly. He briefly wonder if this man had his ense loose or rather don't care. The tower they were in shook and rafter beams broke loose, falling to the floor as Rasmus nearly fall but thanks to his enhanced Equilibrium allowing him to recover from momentary imbalances near instantly. Hadvar on the after hand fell to his knees. "Alright let get the fuck outta here now!"Rasmus shouted unintentionally use magicka to ampfield his voice as the tower continued to shake. They made their way through the barracks, out and in a few buildings toward what Hadvar said was a tunnel escape out of the keep into the mountains. As they made their way, the carnage outside was unmistakable. More and more flames sprouted everywhere. Several places in the towers were already crumbling. Corpses littered what could be seen of the courtyard. The sickening stench of burnt flesh filled the air. They rounded a corner and stopped in their tracks as they confronted a group of prisoners arming themselves with the weapons and armor of the imperial guards who lay freshly slain at their feet. recognized one of them as having been in line with him...Ralof he thought his name was. The one named Ralof opened his mouth to apparently address Rasmus, but before he could get much out, a woman next to Ralof and another of his comrades yelled "More Imperials!" and attacked Hadvar and Rasmus. "I remem- Wait!" Ralof cried in vain as his fellow "stormcloaks" as Rasmus saw they fancied calling themselves attacked. He wonder how Mera would feel that her own descendant starting a rebel using her name. The battle gave Rasmus a familiar feeling as he grin a wide bloodthirsty smile that show his white yet scary teeth. He wielded sword and the Headman Axes with such proficiency and mastery. He angled himself into a fighting stance and waited a second or two for the charging woman to commit to her rash overhead attack with a Battleaxe, then side stepped slightly, avoided the blow, brought his sword lightly down on the ax wielding hand, cutting enough for the woman to screech and drop the ax. Then he brought his sword back up, arcing across just under the woman's chin, easily beheading her, the twitching face unnerving the other attackers as it rolled across the floor. 'Ah~...The feeling on death and their soul coming to...hehehe'. He thought demented sadistic glee before his mind throb painfully from unknown Psychological level. He snarled with such anger as he slightly slipped into his Warrior's Madness. But he shaked his head with his immense willpower and self-control lesson he pull himself back from it. "Come, this is a waste of time!" cried Ralof to the others as he and another prisoner in rags ran from the room as the foundations quaked again with whatever the dragon was doing outside. Hadvar was trading blows with a greatsword wielding ex-prisoner in rags. Rasmus thought about intervening, but decided against it instead and leaned against the wall for a moment to watch. But after another sloppy exchange of blows between the two, he got impatient, drew his sword and faked an obvious lunge at the prisoner, who panicked and turned too far to keep his guard up against Hadvar, who promptly ran him through with his longsword. "Why didn't you help?" Hadvar asked in an annoyed tone as he pried his sword from his opponent's rib cage. "Don't rutting tell me you wear a legionnaire's colors but can't handle some sot with a big sword?"Mockingly yet annoyed returned Rasmus. Hadvar didn't reply. He just stared at Rasmus slightly demented eyes and unsightly smile that he saw on some more unstable soldiers or bandits with mixture of unease and consideration. Wiping the blood on his blade off on the corpse's ragged clothes, he motioned further down the keep. "A short distance from here and we'll be home free into the cave that will get us far enough out into the woods away from the dragon" Hadvar remarked as they made their way more cautiously this time down the passage. "And then what?" replied Rasmus thought wonder how long had it been since he step into Skyrim and Riverwood. He does not count his...other self action. He who'd been wondering this whole time why Hadvar was actually helping him. It seemed unlikely to be a gesture of good will since those seemed lacking in the Skyrim he had returned to. More likely Hadvar wanted him to do something, though Arn couldn't surmise what that might be since he himself was still slightly in his primal björn/úlfur berserker state. "Then we need to get the word out that a dragon has attacked. My uncle Alvor lives in Riverwood. He can help us until we figure out where to go" stated Hadvar matter of factly. Rasmus was a little surprised by the younger man's openness and considered maybe he spoke truly. But his inborn cynicism and world-weary nature made him less trusting. It took them an hour to carefully navigate what was left of the keep and through a not so secret cave system into the green forests and blue sky of Skyrim. It was such a refreshing sight wondered if he was somehow enchanted and imagined the whole thing, but a roar in the distance brought him back to reality. "It's probably better if we split up. I have to go warn the legion encampment east of here. You know how to get to Riverwood from here?" Hadvar asked nervously, still eyeing the sky. "What do I tell you uncle mate".He said calmly as he was indifferent to the roar of Alduin. And plus that should be southeast of here, what, a day's journey?" Rasmus replied "Yah, something like that. If you make it and I'm not there, look up my uncle Alvor. He's the Blacksmith there. He will help you. May the Nine protect you" said Hadvar, giving him a Legion salute and handshake before departing. Heh, the Nine...how funny he giving a blessing to damned man Rasmus smirk ruefully began making his way, being a bit more cautious than he probably normally would be, his mind still replaying the scene in the keep courtyard over and over. The roar of the dragon, it's black scaled hide with reddish orange zigzaggy stripes patterning its entirety, swooping back and for, snapping up a soldier here, belching flame there, the flames, the screams of the soldiers... Rasmus was jostled out of his reverie by someone screaming in front of him. He stumbled in surprise just in time to see an icicle go flying by his head. In the woods ahead, as a Bosmer woman in a black robe screamed a spell out and hurled more icicles his way. He took out his headman axes and wield in one hand and the other with imperial sword. He use his heightened reflexes to dodge the icicles and ran toward her with inhuman speed and efficient movement. He used magicka and his depowered cryokinesis to covered the headsman axe. Painful and angry memories flashed before him, recalling the last time he'd fought a spellcaster and why, making him charge faster and with more determination as the caster tried to cast enough cold spells to freeze him but thank to his own magic resistance and nord natural resistance to both natural and supernatural frost. Despite beginning to feel numb in his axe hand, he was able to push her and knocking her off her feet and back into a tree. He didn't let up. He unleashed a string of slicing attacks to break down the barrier the caster feebly tried to put up. It didn't last long. The barrier collapsed with a hiss of bluish white color and slashed the caster across the torso, cleaving robe and flesh. The woman collapsed immediately, eyes full of hate at Rasmus as she tried to gargle out another spell through the blood coming out of her mouth. Rasmus grabbed her neck and hands preventing her from using the spells. "That was very stupid of you to try to kill said with an eerie voice. "But that fine with me as I kinda very hungry...right know,"He said to the now frighten bosmer woman as his teeth gone from normal white to large dagger-like teeth as he plunged his fangs in her neck draining her life essence. He saw flash of memories from her past. A young women with dream and hope, until she her hometown got raided, pillage, and the female occupation was made to be the sex slave. Her Rape had leads to insanity and she awoken her affinity to Ice magicka and nearly killed everybody. That really doesn't mean much to him as he let go of the dead body and he spits out the remaining of the blood and cleans his mouth with a flask that found on one of the decreased bosmer and uses it as a mouthwash. He steps away from the corpse as he groaned in sadness/anger, trying to forget the memories the encounter had brought back to the surface. The beautiful sad smile on a beautiful sad face and she said… Thoroughly angry now, he sheathed his sword and began searching the caster, finding nothing much but a few septims and a couple of potions. As he resumed his trip to Riverwood, He marveled how much things had changed since the last time he was in Skyrim. When he was a young man it was simple. Wake up, wash up, eat, train, torture some bastard for information or for anger management, for fuck some women or guy regardless if they are married...he really an asshole. Or that you would be randomly arrested and executed for being in a particular area, or that some random spellcaster would set upon you in the woods in broad daylight. Then again that was four centuries ago. This was certainly not the Skyrim he had been expecting to return to. =============================================================================== ["...Has he arrive"]. Said a masculine voice in magitek headpiece who sound serious and non-sense. "Yes he has arrive".Said a young feminine voice who sound indifferent. [" Will you take this seriously Kylixia "]. The masculine voice said with hint of annoyment at her indifferent tone ["Yesh, you way too serious about this Addy. And Rassie killed some wood elf women and drain her of her life".] The newly revealed Kylixia or by her friends Kylia. ["He WHAT!"] "Okay first off Adam don't scream in my delicate ears and second the women was the one who attack so don't shouting out about your self-righteous crap on me". Kylia sound annoyed at the fact that he shouted in her sharp yet sensitive ears. "Now excuse me I've got a friend and lover to watch over".She said as she turns off the earpiece. ["Wait, Kyl-"]. "Sigh...Self-Righteous asshole".She softly mummer to herself as she stood up from the cliff head. Kylixia is a beautiful women of her prime. She possesses perfect genes & body, with smooth flawless smooth skin, perfect; white teeth, full blonde wavy hair, a lean, well-toned, well-endowed, well-fit, perfectly golden-proportioned body. She is "well-endowed," tall, dignified, majestic, and young. She's remarkably handsome and beautiful with an elegant face, capable of sweeping any heart at a glance. Her clothing consist of loose blouse that strains against her large full breast and clings to her lovely curves, and a pair of black leather legging and pair of heeled leather boots. "Rassie. My beloved I hope the plan will work...for you sake".She said as summon her wings and fly to the sky making sure that she use her brand of Illusion magic and her experience as master spy... =============================================================================== - Úlfhéðnar – wolf warriors: wolf warriors appear among the legends of the Indo-Europeans, Turks, Mongols, and North American Indians. The Germanic wolf- warriors have left their trace through shields and standards that were captured by the Romans and displayed in the armilustrium in Rome. The Úlfhéðnar (singular Úlfheðinn), another term associated with berserkers, mentioned in the Vatnsdæla saga, Haraldskvæði and the Völsunga saga, were said to wear the pelt of a wolf when they entered battle. Úlfhéðnar are sometimes described as Odin's special warriors: "[Odin's] men went without their mailcoats and were mad as hounds or wolves, bit their shields...they slew men, but neither fire nor iron had effect upon them. This is called 'going berserk'."132 In addition, the helm-plate press from Torslunda depicts (below) a scene of Odin with a berserker—"a wolf skinned warrior with the apparently one-eyed dancer in the bird-horned helm, which is generally interpreted as showing a scene indicative of a relationship between berserkgang... and the god Odin"—with a wolf pelt and a spear as distinguishing features. And scene I'm kinda proud at the Revamped, Rewritten, Revised version of this chapter. Anyway thank you reading this chapter and leave a comment or PM about somethings. Kogaan Dii, Fahdon,... ***** Chapter One: Golden Claw Part One ***** Chapter Summary Rasmus had reached Riverwood to rest and gather equipment and gone on a certain quest. Elder Scrolls Fanfiction The Twilight Ascension Saga (Book One): Guardians Of The North =============================================================================== Summary:Deathless, Powerful, Super-Genius, Very Handsome, Rich, Manipulative, Charming, Ruthless, Hedonistic, Arrogance, Undying, Jaded. That described someone like Rasmus who seen and did everything in his immortal lives. Now he has to fight power-hungry Draconic Nordic God of Destruction, traitorous Dragon Priest/Dragonborn, and his past enemy. Mass Harem/Ruler/Xover. Will Rasmus survived his challenged or will he died trying to the world Mature Content: Nudity, Sexual Themes, Racist Words (Fantasy), Racism, Death, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Racism, Cannibalism, Incest, Lemon, ETC. Genres: Action, Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Drama, Supernatural, Horror, Thriller Tags-Powerful/Immortal/Badass/Intelligent/Serious/Immature/Playboy/ Manipulative/ Borderline Sociopathic Dragonborn/Mass Harem/Ruler/Crossover Series: The Legend of the Ascension Conquest Universe: Anime Verse/Game Verse =============================================================================== Disclaimer:I'm, the Author, in any way does not own these games/manga/tv show/ cartoon/movies/etc, and they solely belong to their creators except for the few plot changes that came from my mind. The new places that will be included in this story are based on the mods made by the authors from the Nexus Webpage. The elements from other games and anime's are also owned by their respective creators. Thank you to Bethesda Game Studios, Bethesda Softworks for the Elder Scrolls Series and other belong to their own individual user. I only own the Oc who appear in the story =============================================================================== Author Note Hey mates it your boy Sandkings321 and I very much happy right now as I made some study on psychology (despite not being a student) and you reader will see the mental state of Rasmus. =============================================================================== Quote The lust for power, for dominating others, inflames the heart more than any other passion - Tacitus =============================================================================== "Hello" Normal Speaking - No Bold+Italic+Underline " Hello" Thinking - Italic "Hello" Voice Over - Italic/Underline " Hello" Whisper - Bold+Italic "Hello" Thu'um - Bold+Italic+Underline "Hello" Yelling - Bold "[Hello]" Radio/Earpiece "[Hello]" Asmodeus Speaking "{Hello} Dragon Side Speaking *Action effect!* - Bold Sound Effect~ - Bold/Italic =============================================================================== Previously on The Legend of the Ascension Conquest - The Twilight Ascension Saga/(Book One): Guardians Of The North He step away from the corpse as he groaned in sadness/anger, trying to forget the memories the encounter had brought back to the surface. A beautiful sad smile on a beautiful sad face and she said… Thoroughly angry now, he sheathed his sword and began searching the caster, finding nothing much but a few septims and a couple of potions. As he resumed his trip to Riverwood, He marveled how much things had changed since the last time he was in Skyrim. When he was a young man it was simple. Wake up, wash up, eat, train, torture some bastard for information or for anger management, for fuck some women or guy regardless if they are marry...he really a asshole. Or that you would be randomly arrested and executed for being in a particular area, or that some random spellcaster would set upon you in the woods in broad daylight. Then again that was four centuries ago. This was certainly not the Skyrim he had been expecting to return to... =============================================================================== Chapter One: Golden Claw Part One =============================================================================== [ - Universe/Plane - [Mundus/Elder-Scrolls] - Location - [Tamriel] - [Skyrim] - [Riverwood] - ] (Date/Hour - 1/21/4E 201 X 9:32 AM) =============================================================================== Rasmus Abraham Shadewalker-Reyrie looked at the quaint little village. It's was very peaceful the only sounds reaching his pointy keen ears are from the river running through town and the waterwheel it turned. Said waterwheel ran a sawmill, which two people were busily working at while another chopped the logs into more manageable pieces. Not far from the entrance was a glowing red forge, and across from that was what looked like a shop or trading post. He looked around with his [Advanced Senses & Sixth Sense & Hyper Awareness] to make sure that there are no hostile people around him. Paranoid that some people said but he likes to call himself cautious and his well-honed training. He nodded but still combat-weary from walking and climbing cautiously through unfamiliar terrains. A dragon and an attacking mage weren't the only nasty things in these woods. He'd been set upon by a group of amateur bandits demanding "toll" and pack of wolves almost attack him. Thank god he still has his [Animal Empathy]and [Druid Blessing] But on the bright side, he did found a mine that has modestly good gems and sellable and still usable weapons and armor. He thanks his mother family [Synchronicity Wave Traveling] and his [B+ Luck] he hold his bag full of gems and iron ores that he can sell to this Alvor bloke. He walked to the stock build Nord man who was hammer a piece of iron with expertise hands. 'This must be Hadvar uncle Alvor'.He deduced as noted that Hadvar and he have the facial features if Hadvar decided to grow a beard. "Excuse me, but are you Hadvar uncle by any chance?".Rasmus asked as he looked at the man with a polite and smoothly charming smile. "Yes, I'm his uncle why".He asked in concerned yet surprised at the immensely tall man in Imperial Heavy Armor. Alvor noted that this man is a remarkably handsome man with full long wavy ebony black hair combed backward in a rough fashion that has a strand hanging down his face. Tall with a well-build and very muscular built with well-toned muscle tone, and a strong and commanding presence. Alvor instantly notes that his features are capable of sweeping a woman's heart at a glance. He has handsome elegant face with strong cheekbones strong jawline and chiseled features, sharp valiant eyebrow, intelligent yet intense eyes one artic blue and one grey like the moon despite the scars, this man is still very handsome. He is, tall and dignified young man emanating majesty that makes flames surrounding him afraid to come close. "Hadvar send me saying that you could help me after certain event happen". He asked hopeful that this man will believe him. "Event?" "I'll tell you inside if you don't mind".Rasmus politely asked. Then again he could rent out a Inn but he kinda wary of staying inside a Inn "Okay, any friend of Hadvar's is a friend of mine. Please, come inside. You look like you could use a bite to eat." =============================================================================== (Flash Forward/Time-Skip) It was starting to darken outside by the time Rasmus finished explaining what had happened in Helgen. "A dragon..." Alvor spoke as though in awe. "I thought they were only a legend." "Legend doesn't try to burn me alive".Rasmus sardonically joke about it as he drinks from his tankard mug and simply enjoying the food. "Perhaps Hilde wasn't speaking nonsense earlier, after all," his wife Sigrid said. "She mentioned seeing a dragon flying towards Whiterun. We all assumed she was imagining things." Sigrid is women in her late-thirty too early forties with fair skin, dark shoulder length blonde hair, green-brown eyes. She was wearing a simple brown sturdy frock with brown simple looking apron around her waist. With his eyes of experience, Rasmus could tell that she spotted a rather nice body underneath those clothes she was wearing; her breasts should be at least large large C- cup, wide hip and plump ass with all the curves all in the right places. His Incubus and certain Daemonic Emperor nature surely didn't know when to stop telling him to take a busty woman for himself and had them wrap around his cock. "[Quite the comely women…]" Said a certain Daemon Emperor which Rasmus ignored with ease "If only it were so," He said trying to ignore his Incubus instinct and his own Half-Demon lust. "Still, we've had far too much talk of dragons and war for today," Sigrid suddenly stood up, looking quite determined. "Come on, Dorthe, help me prepare supper for the house guest." She turned towards me at the last. The young girl had sat staring at Rasmus ever since he enter their home and despite her mother's words she continued to do so. "Can I help you Smith Angel Girl".Rasmus grinned at the adorable nine-ten years old with childish and friendly smile. She blushed holy as she looked down on her feet. "I not that scary am I. She shook her head still looking at the ground. "Go one Smith Angel and help your lovely mother." She finally stood and went along with Sigrid, earning a slight chuckle from her father. "You must be one smooth talker to get my daughter to blush like that," He said with chuckle and smile. "Well, that how I talk my way out of danger...that I sometimes got myself into". He remarked with a private joke. "I see than, so I've a question-" " I'm ¼ Giant/Nord from my father side, ⅕ of Altmer/Bosmer from my mother side".He automatically yet half answer him as he got this question many time before. "Ah, you grandmother must have a very durable body to endure that?".He said as he wonders how on earth do full-blood giant procreate. "Potions and Willpower".Rasmus said with a cryptic smile. "Potions and Willpower my Blacksmith friend". "I'm sorry that we don't have enough food but I hope this be enough" Said the comely blacksmith wife to the handsome warrior-emperor. He roguishly grinned at her with his natural charming charisma and Incubus Prince charming charisma that made the Sigrid heart flutter and her lower body hot. "It will very much sufficient milady" =============================================================================== Rasmus woke up the next morning on a bedroll in their basement, which certainly beat whatever hole he could've dug himself. Alvor and Sigrid (albeit she was unintentionally suggestive) had assured him that he is welcome to stay for as long as he needed and could help himself to whatever food was around their house. He has alway been self-reliance person that value and respect self-made people regardless of their personal moral compass. So here what he is doing...working to earn his right and found himself some work to earn his keep. Afterall he is their temporary guest so here he found himself outside to find Alvor at his forge, as he expected and offered to help him with whatever he could. "Have you ever done any sort of smithing before?" he asked as he heated and pounded at what was shaping up to be a sword. "Yes". Rasmus answered, grinned proudly as Craftsmanship is one of his favorite hobby and activity. "In my youth, I joined craft guild called Might of the Steel Son".Rasmus fondly said as he remembers some of his old associates and he wonders if he will meet some of their descendants. He stopped what he was doing and stared at me seriously for several moments before giving a curt nod and beckoning me over with his head. Rasmus was actually eager as he strode over to join him. The next couple hours were spent with Alvor was making weapons and armor for myself which he said he will give me a discount. He readily admitted to simply being a capable blacksmith; he was no master of the craft. He said that I could match even Eorlund Gray-Mane of Gray-Mane. By the end, though, he managed to make himself a tough leather trench jacket with thick fur and with fur hood made of a grizzly bear with black well-armored brigandine underneath strapped tightly with a number of belts as well as being equipped with a set of heavy steel armor and toughed legging. "Impressive workmanship".Alvor said with awe in his voice as he looked at the flawless work despite the average material around him was work of art. "Thank you Alvor not the best work but it will do for now".He smirked at the man and he thinks in the future he needs to find some Dragon leather and some other mythical creatures that Skyrim has to offer. "Hey, you don't mind if I sell some of the iron weapons and left over armor that I made across that trading post".Rasmus asked as he looked at the modest trading post. He shrugged nodded as Rasmus gathering up his assorted weapons and bits of armor and carrying them across the cobblestones to Riverwood Trader. He fumbled with the door, trying to balance the load in his arm without dropping any of it. The door suddenly opened to reveal the very pretty face of a young Imperial woman. "Would you like a hand?" she asked with a smile. "No, no, I'm quite alright," Rasmus smoothly smile back as he slipped in past her. "Just thought you might like to buy or trade some equipment." "Perhaps," the man standing behind the counter sounded apprehensive. "Let's take a look and we'll see what it's worth." Several minutes later, after a bit of conversation and some sneaky haggling, Rasmus was walking out of the shop with about a hundred septims, a leather backpack and some basic supplies and potions. After all, his stay in Riverwood wasn't permanent, and he knew that at some point soon he be leaving, though exactly where to remain a mystery to him. The owner of the trading post, Lucan Valerius, had mentioned a nearby town called Whiterun, so that seemed as good a choice as any. He wonders how Whiterun currently doing. Had it change overtime or it stays the same he been there over four century ago?. Rasmus dropped of his newly acquired goods at Alvor's house, then went out and asked if he needed any more help with his smithing. "No, but you could go ask Gerdur if you're looking for work. She runs the mill, and she's always looking for a good pair of hands," he told the Immortal Warrior. Rasmus nodded and he do what he said and wandered over to the lumber mill across the river. Working the saw was an older Nord women who despite being in her early forties was fit and strong as woman of her age, height and build that engages in modest regular exercise. She dropped a log onto the track and set it running against the saw and turned to me. "So, you must be the half-giant man who survived Helgen and staying at Alvor home" She said aloud in a thick Skyrim accent. Rasmus made exaggeration show of checking himself. "Are you sure about that? Don't you mean extremely handsome man that single and currently unmarriageable~".He jokingly said as he sends her childish yet roguish smile. She scoffed and have a small amused smile and Rasmus mentally noted that this woman is comely northern nordic M.I.L.F. "Is there something I can help you with?" She quickly cut to the point, reaching to pull down another log to be cut. "Actually, I was wondering if you could give me any work. Preferably the paying kind," Rasmus said. She motioned to a chopping block at the bottom of the stairs leading to the saw. "I'll pay you for whatever wood you can chop by the time I'm done with these logs." Rasmus grinned covetousness and a nod of acknowledgment before hopping down to the block. An axe was quite handily sitting nearby on a table that Rasmus grabbed and effortlessly lifted it. The pile of wood to be chopped was huge, but hardly insurmountable for him. After the first chop he decided take off leather tunic which was only going to get in the way and shucked it off. Revealing well-toned muscular chest that is tattoos with strange runic-like tattoos and marked with many scars from various battles that he fought in. Though none were quite so striking as the jagged x- shaped scars near his heart. The early afternoon sun was hot on the fair skin of Rasmus back as my axe came down on what felt like the hundredth piece of wood. Rasmus had lost track of how many he had chopped or how long he had been chopping for and his arms were starting to grow a little tired from the constant swinging of the axe, but he still had wood to cut so he pressed on with sheer determination. If there was one thing he could truly pride himself other this his sexual skills and good looks on it was work ethic; he too stubborn refused to let a job go half-finished. "Can I assist you milady".Rasmus said to the young women behind him as he stops his work and put his axe on his right wide broad shoulder as he looked down on the women due to his height and her smaller slender one. The women he had met whom name is Camilla Valerius younger sibling of the Lucan Valerius. When he got a closer look on her: Rasmus noted that she is a very attractive twenty-three women with black brownish hair that she tied up in a braided bun wide brown eyes. She wear a modest yellow flock dress and pair of boots that made her slightly taller than imperial women. He can tell with his sharp experience eyes and Rasmus could tell that she spotted a rather nice body underneath those clothes she was wearing; her breasts should be at least large C-cup wide hip and plump ass with all the curves all in the right places. In her hand was a canteen filled with water which he hands out to me. "You look like you could use something to drink," she offered with a smile. Rasmus charmingly smile at her and quickly downed a mouthful of flesh cold water. "Thank you, angel, I kinda need that right now".Rasmus said after he drinks half of the canteen. The rest he pours over his head and muscular body making his skin shine in the sun. Rasmus caught her staring at his body and internally lustfully smirk as he wonders how long it will take to seduced to imperial beauty. She cleared her throat again, almost nervously. "I'm Camilla, by the way," she said as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear. The display of human femininity actually caught Rasmus off. "Rasmus, but some of my friends like to called me Ras".He introduced himself. "I heard from Sigrid that you ¼ giant?" she asked somewhat lamely as though trying to make conversation. He internally chuckles at her awkward attempt at flirting it just as funny as Adam flirting in general. "Yes, I'm a ¼ giant/Nord on my father side and ¼ altmer/bosmer on my mother side," He said as he handed back her canteen and resumed chopping. "How did a that happened?" she suddenly seemed very interested, so Rasmus decided to indulge her a little. And plus he kinda likes to teach a lesson to some people. "Well my grandma said that there is certain potion and ritual that could temporarily increased the endurance and durability of female user to make sexual act and birthing much more easier and less painful for them. He explained to her. "Though I supposed it have it benefit like good looks and perfect body like this" He actually heard her laugh quietly at his stupid joke before excusing herself to retrieve him some more water. Considering his introduction to Skyrim, Rasmus was actually fairly surprised at the hospitality he had been shown in Riverwood. But if they discover that he was Asmodeus who declared world war of Mundus and cost massive death toll and a boost of technological achievement. Well, that be bit different. Gerdur came walking down the steps of the saw mill just as He was taking another deep drink of water. "Friend of yours, Camilla?" she sounded almost amused. "Oh, no. We're having a wild, steamy affair," Rasmus deadpanned. "Or do you actually need to be in a relationship to have an affair? I can never remember." Gerdur looked somewhat bemused and Camilla looked at me nearly aghast. He simply shrugged. "Okay, maybe a little inappropriate, but I thought it was kind of funny." "He looked like he could use a drink, chopping so much wood," she shook her head at me and turned to Gerdur. "You've certainly cut a lot more than I thought you would," the Nord nodded approvingly. "Looks like more than Faendal would chop in a week. Lazy Bosmer." Camilla sighed and shook her head again. "Bring the canteen back to the shop, once you're done here," she told Rasmus before heading off. He was about to tell her that once Hod had paid me I'd be done when the man cut me off. "If have more paying work for you, if you're interested." "Depends on the work, I suppose," He said as he took a swig of water. "I just need some help sawing the logs I just cut into smaller pieces so we can actually do something with them," he explained. Rasmus nodded and followed him over to the large pile of half logs at the far end of the mill. Between the two of us and a long bow saw we made short work of the pile of wood, though he could tell by my he muscles that he mostly and probably is sore later that could be fixed with his healing factor. Gerdur handed me a fairly heavy coin purse once we were done with another of her approving smiles. "There you go. Honest pay for honest work." He thanked him for the coin, retrieved his armor and started his way back to the Riverwood Trader to return Camilla's canteen. On the way, he was stopped by a young Nord man whose only real defining feature was blonde hair he had clearly spent too much time working on. "Hey, you're the half-giant looking for work around town, right?" "Word certainly travels fast around here," He said with a bored tone as he raised an eyebrow at him. "Something I can help you with?" "Yes. Camilla Valerius knows I'm the best man in Riverwood,"He surpassed his urge to rolled his eyes and sigh of annoying. He knows what this young lad going to say."Faendal is kidding himself into thinking any differently, but he's been spending a lot of time at the Riverwood Trader when I'm not around." He wonders why this moron and who possessed him to come to a complete stranger for help with his girl problems. "Well, that just sounds awful. Two people in a small town spending time together, possibly becoming friends. How horrible," He remarked dryly. "Or are you just concerned that maybe someone is trying to steal her away from you?" "That's exactly what he's trying to do," he seemed rather ignorant of the sarcasm dripping from his voice or choice to ignore it. "But I have a plan to stop that little idea of his. Take this letter and deliver it to her, saying it's from Faendal," he said as he passed him a slip of paper. "Do this for me and I'll make sure you're rewarded. I make enough money as a bard at The Sleeping Giant to spare a few coins for this." He walked away with an air of arrogance he couldn't help but feel would be better off doused in the river. He looked over the note and almost snorted at the ridiculousness of it. 'Is he that stupid or arrogant or both'.He thought to himself as decided that he should probably hear Faendal's side of this story, too, and set out to look for him. Finding a Wood Elf in a Nord village turned out to be as simple a task as it seemed. "Excuse me, but are you Faendal?" He asked as he approached, despite knowing the answer. "Yes," he answered cautiously. "Is there something you need from me, stranger?" "Oh, not really. I just wanted to see who Sven was causing so much fuss about," He remarked in an offhand tone. "What's that blowhard been saying about me?" Faendal was instantly defensive, just as he assumed he would be. "Just that he had some plan to make sure you and Camilla didn't get too close," He said. He didn't want to reveal the false letter unless he truly had to. "Hm. Divines only know what that fool is thinking," the elf said dismissively. "Still...just in case, if you wouldn't mind I'd like you to deliver this letter to Camilla and say it's from him. It should put a stop to any plan Sven thinks he's figured out." 'Great another witless idiot in this love-triangle'.He thought as he took the note wordlessly with a nod and left towards the shop. He wasn't that surprised and somewhat amused that turned out to be the same. It just went to show that being a jackass knows no race. Afterall he is jackass himself albeit jackass with heart of gold. He also thought that maybe it would teach the both of them not to let people they had never met handle their personal issues. When arrived at the Riverwood Trader he found Camilla and Lucan arguing about something. In their excitement, they didn't notice him standing at the entrance and Rasmus took the opportunity to listen in. "For the last time, you're not going! It's too dangerous!" Lucan was all but shouting at his sister. "Someone needs to go after them! We can't just let them get away with stealing that claw," she shot right back. It was then that Lucan noticed the Immortal Warrior-Prince standing nearby and quickly hushed Camilla. "We can discuss this later when there aren't customers around." Rasmus looked at them for a moment before sighing. "I'm probably going to regret this, but...is something the matter?" =============================================================================== How the chapter good, bad, or average? leave a review plz. And please don't judge me for what I implied in this chapter. Kogaan Dii, Fahdon,... ***** Lascivious Hunger & Golden Claw (End) ***** Chapter Summary Lucan Valerius in Riverwood is offering me a gold reward if I retrieve his antique Golden Claw, stolen by bandits camped in Bleak Falls Barrow. And Camilla Valerius offers me lovely reward if I come back. Elder Scrolls Fanfiction The Twilight Ascension Saga (Book One): Guardians Of The North =============================================================================== Summary:Deathless, Powerful, Super-Genius, Very Handsome, Rich, Manipulative, Charming, Ruthless, Hedonistic, Arrogance, Undying, Jaded. That described someone like Rasmus who seen and did everything in his immortal lives. Now he has to fight power-hungry Draconic Nordic God of Destruction, traitorous Dragon Priest/Dragonborn, and his past enemy. Mass Harem/Ruler/Xover. Will Rasmus survived his challenged or will he died trying to the world Mature Content: Nudity, Sexual Themes, Racist Words (Fantasy), Racism, Death, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Racism, Cannibalism, Incest, Lemon, ETC. Genres: Action, Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Drama, Supernatural, Horror, Thriller Tags-Powerful/Immortal/Badass/Intelligent/Serious/Immature/Playboy/ Manipulative/ Borderline Sociopathic Dragonborn/Mass Harem/Ruler/Crossover Series: The Legend of the Ascension Conquest Universe: Anime Verse/Game Verse =============================================================================== Disclaimer:I'm, the Author, in any way does not own these games/manga/tv show/ cartoon/movies/etc, and they solely belong to their creators except for the few plot changes that came from my mind. The new places that will be included in this story are based on the mods made by the authors from the Nexus Web page. The elements from other games and anime's are also owned by their respective creators. Thank you to Bethesda Game Studios, Bethesda Softworks for the Elder Scrolls Series and other belong to their own individual user. I only own the Oc who appear in the story =============================================================================== Author Notice =============================================================================== Quote "Beware of your own fear and madness. Fear and madness lead to premature death little fishling lady" - Asmodeus subtly warn of her foretold death Lady Lysa Arryn in her dream =============================================================================== "Hello" Normal Speaking - No Bold+Italic+Underline " Hello" Thinking - Italic "Hello" Voice Over - Italic/Underline " Hello" Whisper - Bold+Italic "Hello" Thu'um - Bold+Italic+Underline "Hello" Yelling - Bold "[Hello]" Radio/Earpiece "[Hello]" Asmodeus Speaking "{Hello} Dragon Side Speaking "{Hello} Dragon Side Thinking *Action effect!* - Bold Sound Effect~ - Bold/Italic =============================================================================== Previously on The Legend of the Ascension Conquest - The Twilight Ascension Saga/(Book One): Guardians Of The North 'Great another witless idiot in this love-triangle'.He thought as he took the note wordlessly with a nod and left towards the shop. He wasn't that surprised and somewhat amused that turned out to be the same. It just went to show that being a jackass knows no race. Afterall he is jackass himself albeit jackass with heart of gold. He also thought that maybe it would teach the both of them not to let people they had never met handle their personal issues. When arrived at the Riverwood Trader he found Camilla and Lucan arguing about something. In their excitement, they didn't notice him standing at the entrance and Rasmus took the opportunity to listen in. "For the last time, you're not going! It's too dangerous!" Lucan was all but shouting at his sister. "Someone needs to go after them! We can't just let them get away with stealing that claw," she shot right back. It was then that Lucan noticed the Immortal Warrior-Prince standing nearby and quickly hushed Camilla. "We can discuss this later when there aren't customers around." Rasmus looked at them for a moment before sighing. "I'm probably going to regret this, but...is something the matter?" =============================================================================== Chapter One: Lascivious Hunger & Golden Claw Part Two (End) =============================================================================== "There. Now you don't need to go to Bleak Falls Barrow and get yourself killed," Lucan said smugly to his sister after he agreed to help them. Someone had stolen a family heirloom of theirs and they wanted him to retrieve it in exchange for what sounded like a pretty sum of gold. It sounded like a simple enough task, so he quite happily accepted. ...And wasn't looking at her breast this entire time and wasn't thinking about it. "[How noble of you Ser Rasmus]"Said a well-spoken yet egotistic voice with no amount of sarcasm from his Alter Ego. 'Not now Asmodeus' He mentally curtly said to the cultured demon emperor who also his Alter Ego/Symbiosis Partner He was snapped of his mental conversation"...He still needs a guide to the Barrow," Camilla said, motioning to him before grabbing a coat. "You're only going as far as the edge of town!" He heard Lucan shout after was practically dragged out of the shop. "[Hmm either you weak as usual or she stronger than she looked?]".Asmodeus said with entertainment in his well-manner voice which Rasmus disregarded with complete calmly "I'll go as far as I like," Rasmus and Asmodeus heard her nearly growl. "Just because he's my brother, he thinks he can control my life." "Not to sound demanding, but is it alright if I stop at Alvor's house and get my equipment grab my weapons and supplies?"He dryly inquired, as he looked at her with half-smile on his chiseled features. She stopped and looked at me had a sheepish expression on her dainty face. "Oh. Of course, you can." "Thank you, angel girl," He said with purred with amusement which made her blush at his roguish tone as he whipped to the house and back with his twins steel tomahawk, backpack and the rest of his own personal armor. Rasmus is now dressed in his tough leather trench jacket with thick fur and with fur hood made of a grizzly bear with black well-armored brigandine underneath strapped tightly with a number of belts as well as being equipped with a set of heavy steel armor and toughed legging. "Well, don't you look the part of a strapping adventurer," Camilla smiled at as he returned with his equipment and armor. "Thank you, angel girl". He said with a charming smile, though he wished he had bought some potions or made some, due to his limited fund he had no choice but to forgone that process for now. This had to do for now. Rasmus and Camilla started walking when he remembered the pair of notes hidden in a pocket of his armor. He pulled them out and handed one to Camilla. "By the way, Sven wanted me to deliver that to you. He also wanted me to tell you it was from Faendal." She quickly read over the note and a sour look came upon her pretty face. "That jealous fool. Thank you for telling me the truth of the matter. I'm sure Faendal would like to thank you for defending his honor, as well." "Don't go singing that elf's praises too quickly," He pulled out the other note and handed it to her. "He wanted me to give that one to you and tell you it was from Sven. It turns out you have a couple of jackasses looking for your affections. You have my sympathy." "Those little rats," Camilla bit out, her voice disbelieving. "They couldn't even be bothered to come up with different plans," He snarkily said as he chuckles wryly "Is this how courtship works in Skyrim? It doesn't seem like a very good way to do things." Camilla sighed aloud and shook her head before slipping the notes into a pocket of her coat. "Thank you for telling me the truth about it." "It was no problem. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be wasting her time with a couple of jackasses who can't even be bothered to come up with an original way to stab each other in the back," He said. Rasmus saw her smile out of the corner of his eye. The rest of the walk to the foot of the mountain was in relative silence occasionally punctuated by directions from his pretty guide. They were soon on the path leading up to Bleak Falls Barrow, though, and despite her obvious wish to show her independence to her brother he didn't let her come any further with him. "Trust me, I'll be fine. I've faced worse than a few bandits, in my time." "Watch out for draugr and frostbite spiders in the Barrow," she warned anyway. "Draugr," He said to himself as mentally looked through his mental bestiary. "They're ancient Nord warriors that haunt their crypts," He mumbled to himself as he looked up the crypt with interest He thanks her for the information as he nodded. He about to embarked on his journey for the golden claw (among other things), but the imperial beauty stopped Rasmus as he about to leave was about to ask what it was she needed when she pulled Rasmus down to her height level and she her smooth full lips pressed against Rasmus slightly rough but smooth lips in a kiss. Rasmus shrugged and he starting to kiss back. She moved back and gave me another smile. "When you get back...come and find me after you deliver the claw to my brother. I'll have to thank you properly." [How nice of her to bed us.] "Okay I'll going to enjoy the reward", He said with smooth tone and a smile on his lips. She giggles at him as she turned and walked away with swayed to those lovely curved hips. He nodded and he grinned as he looked up the path to the mountain, noticing it was just starting to snow partway up. "Well. This should be all kinds of fun." =============================================================================== Just a little way up the path was what looked like an old derelict watchtower. As he approached, a group of three humans, two men, and a woman walked down towards him. They had the obvious look of bandits, sporting random bits and pieces of armor stitched and sewn together into something functional and cheap, low-quality weapons that likely only really worked for intimidating untrained travelers. "Well, look what we have here. You sure did pick a bad time to get lost, friend. We just happened to be running low on gold, and then you happen by," the lead man spoke in a smug tone. "Sorry for your misfortune, but I'm fresh out of money myself," He said calmly studied the three quickly. Both the female and the second man had thought to draw their weapons, the former holding a mace in one hand and a shield in the other while the latter had a battleax resting against his shoulder. The man in front had a shield on his arm, but his sword was still sheathed. "Just kill him so we can loot the corpse," the woman said impatiently. "..."Rasmus looked at them with stoic yet boredom expression before he sends them an unsetting and devious little smile. His smile wasn't human nor sane. Scare tactic always been family favorite of his, as he took out his twin tomahawk and he stares at them with such intensity. He acted quickly, as he advances from one of the males and he attacks him by slashing his throat jugular vein and kicking him in the snow. His hand never even touched the hilt of his sword before he hit the snow and stained it a dark red. He spun as he let his body fall, as he attacks the women with both of his tomahawk axes swinging both at the woman. She blocked it with her shield, though the force of the blow sent her tumbling backward. And most likely broke her Radius bone and Ulna bone. Which caused her to scream in anguish and pain as she couldn't feel her right forearm. Before Rasmus could finish her, though, He was forced to dodge a long sweep from the other man's battleax. He was a split second too slow and hissed against the feeling of warm blood trickling over my armor through the gash in my side. It wasn't deep, but it certainly reinforced the idea that he needs to finish this fight quickly before he gets killed (again) pressed the attack, forcing him to block with the haft of his weapon until he let it drop too low. His ax blade flicked up and slid into the bottom of his jaw to break through his forehead. He pulled my sword back, utterly destroying any face he had and let his body hit the rock and snow. He was knocked to the ground by a hard strike in the ribs from the woman's mace as turned to face her with a snarl and his eyes turn red. His side hurt, handily informing him of what were likely broken ribs. But thanks to his [High- Speed Regeneration Factor] it lessens the pain and quickly repairs the damaged. But he still felt some of the pain and some of his bones still cracked or broken meaning his healing factor been downgrade too "Alright, that's e[nou]gh [women]. He said with his voice blending with Asmodeus natural booming demonic voice. His tomahawk axes left his hands and hit the snow somewhere beyond his reach unless he uses his telekinesis to find it. He rolled over and parried what would likely have been a killing blow from the bandit's weapon opening her to a shower of electric sparks from his other hand. She screamed as she fell, allowing him to stand up and sheath while he continued to unleash his lightning into her. A twin stream lit up from his now free palm. Her body convulsed for several moments until her screaming stopped and with it his blasts of lightning magic. The metal rivets in her armor glowed red hot and he was almost certain the leather was going to light on fire. "[Hmmm, nice work Ser Rasmus though uncloth and unrefined for my taste]" Asmodeus praised and analyzed which Rasmus grunted in uncaring as he found his fallen tomahawk in the snow and made his way to the relative shelter of the tower. His side was bit tender and he still feels his bones shiver and cracking in pain. The bleeding had stopped, at least his [Healing Factor]but to be on the safe side he used his skilled but rusty talent in Restoration to quickly heal himself. Using restoration magic so immediately after destruction was awkward and a challenge, but he managed and pressed the glowing light against his ribs through my armor. Rasmus felt his bones knit back together and the cut in my side seal up. Healing with magic even had the handy side effect of not leaving any scars. After finding and grabbing the paltry sum of a coin the bandits had managed to acquire he continued his way up the mountain. The snowfall turned into a veritable blizzard as he got closer to the peak, something his Jotunn blood and his healing factor the cold never affected him anyway. As he went to a harsh cold place like the Jötunheimr, The North of Westeros, Beleriand, Northrend,or the dreaded placeLand of Always Winter. Rasmus was nearing a set of stone steps when an arrow whizzed by his shoulder, prompting the Immortal warrior to duck for a moment before taking off at a dead sprint to the nearest pillar. Apparently, this bunch didn't even have the decency to threaten him before they tried to kill him. Not the first time nor will it be the last time. Rasmus carefully poked my head out only to instantly pull it back to avoid the Warhammer that cracked the stone beneath it when it missed. As much he could heal from a brutal attack from Warhammer he prefers to have his devilish good- look. The orc seems to have been blessed by Malacath Daedric Prince of the Spurned, the Ostracized, and of Pariahs or he rather has the rare care of Gigantism. As he stands about 7'1 ft with massive shoulders and arms thick as the trunk of small trees The Orc Berserker Rage Raider at the other end of it was a brute, swinging the obviously heavy weapon around with one hand at a time at the end of his sweeps. The orc was tougher than average orc which means he was using his racial trait [Berserker Rage]to increased his endurance, strength, and pain tolerance. Rasmus knew how tough these motherfucker bastards and despite his [Enhanced- Level Superhuman Condition]He knows just one lucky strike to the head could end him. So he plays it smart and he was about to unleash a flame spell an arrow finally found its mark on his shoulder. My armor kept more than the tip from finding its home in his flesh, but even that was enough to make him grunt in pain and lose his concentration. He dodged back again, pulling the arrow out and throwing it at the face of his attacker in anger. It seemed the Divines were smiling on him (as much the annoyance and disgust him) at that moment because by some miracle the stupid tactic actually worked. The arrow flipped around just perfectly to pierce the orc's eye, causing him to howl in pain and instinctively turn partly away. He took the opportunity to grab his head and smashed it against the pillar repeatedly until his face was barely recognizable. He pulled back and briefly looked at his even more mangled ugly face. He threw him into the ground and turned to the archer, who by now looked like he had pissed himself in fear. It likely didn't help matters when he let loose another arrow that he, casually catch the arrow with a bored expression on his face. "Please, have mercy!" he screamed as he turned and ran up the steps. Rasmus unsheathed his tomahawk and he aimed at the running archer and with lazy (by his own standard) toss he hit his target in his spine paralyzed him and costing him to scream in pain. "ARGH!" Rasmus walked up to the screaming archer who tried in vain to dragged himself to safety."That got to hurt a lot friend. Believe me, I know how that feels" Rasmus said with contemplation expression as he knelt next to the cripple archer who looked at the immortal warrior with incredulous look yet he slowly reached out to his hidden dagger that he hid in his side pocket. "Yeah, true story it went like th-" Rasmus grabbed the archer's hand and he broke his wrist and hand. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" "WHAT THE FUCK IT THE MATTER WITH YOU," Rasmus shouted at the archer as he stood up abruptly not before he taken out his tomahawk and he starting to attack him with sadistic twisted glee yet with an unstable sense of childish anger as he hacks and he kicked and stomped the archer who screamed in anguish pain. " "I'm sorry about that I just kinda lost it for a moment, I don't like it when people interrupted my story time so my mood kinda took different drastically turn," He said to the barely alive archer who was two feet away from death. He stopped attacking him as he sat next to him with inhumane detachment calmness as his clothes were partly covered in blood as he starting to clean his tomahawk ax with ragged that he pocket for cleaning reason. "Well you going to kick the bucket," He said with the unnatural amount of cheerfulness and glee as if he was talking about a birthday party and not about a man going to die in pain from the brutal attack from the bipolar sociopathic immortal warrior. "So...Ah can you tell Arkay hello from his champion Rasmus Abraham Yora Shadewalker-Reyrie: Prince of Shadewalker Empire, War Hero of Sheydox, Lord Warden of Twilight-Star, Lord of Twilight Keep, The-One-Who-Travel-Around- Here,The Endless/Eternal Traveler/Walker, Grandmaster Battlemage-Knight of the Elemental Star Guild, Champion of Asmodeus Demon God-Emperor-King of Passion & Lust but you can call me... Crunch!He broke the neck of the archer's neck with such force that it almost server his neck from the voice allowing more blood to flow out. "...Your Killer", He grinned with highly unstable glee before his head starting to throb painfully as he hissed in pain as he knelt to the ground trying to soothe his pain-filled headache Beautiful chocolate brown eyes with bright green freckle around her pupil and beautiful smile filled with pain and she said..."Rasmus...I...Love you and I'm sorry for [XXXX] [XXX] "NO!Not that memory" He whispered to himself as he took off his hood allowing his shoulder-length jet-black hair to go free yet his topknot it getting loose. Rasmus my blood warrior-brother I've got an [XXXX] [XXXX] [XXXX] that could [XXXX] ...What did he promise from White Knight of Lake it had something to do with...He can't remember. That impossible he has [Hypermnesia] and [Total Recall]and high [Psychic Resistance] [XXXX] may you find peace among the Sleepless. His...what said to him but his ache in a variety of pain that wasn't physical but spiritually? WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN WHY "Ser Rasmus please raised my Meen (Heart)" Said a female voice that somewhat calmed his fragile mental state. He looked at from his kneeling position and he looked over his companion and friend that been with him for all those years and the voice he pays no attention to for over three hundred twenty-five years. Her name was... "...Crystal..."He said with confusement as he stares at the unfamiliar yet welcoming presence as he stands up and looked at her with confusement in his powerfully yet mismatched eyes. Mage-Queen Crystal Yria Sunrise Cayenne Blacklight of Star Court, she wasn't small by any means, standing at 5'8", but she was definitely shorter than his 7'11'ft. She had long, curly, blonde hair that went down past her shoulder blades, covered her ears and had a few bangs that stubbornly dangled in front of her face. She was shoeless showing her small perfect dainty feet with well- trimmed nails with aqua blue nail polish uncovered and free. She wore a small blue and green blouse and was cut low enough to show off some cleavage. The blouse has flower pattern etched into its edges and it went over corset shirt that covered nothing more than her C-cup breasts. She had a flat, toned stomach with a near perfect hourglass figure that would make most women jealous. Her legs were clothed with skin-tight leather pants and wrapped around her perky arse and around her neck rested a beautiful necklace with a cut ruby gem. Her only adornments were a pair of earrings in the shape of a small spiral with a ruby in the center and a ring, just a plain silver band with a small, simple diamond in the center, on the ring finger of her right hand. The most striking thing about her entire ensemble was her eyes; strikingly crystal blue eyes with a cloverleaf pupil. "Why are you here I thought after that event with Rhe-"He was stopped as Crystal smile at him with love as she floats in his eye level and planted a kiss to his brow and lips that taste like spring dew and delicious apple cake that he likes to eat on occasion. "Please be strong and endure all of the pain and trial..."She said with a kind voice as disappeared with a smile of both love and sadness. "Wait please...", He reached to grabbed her but she was gone by the time his fingers touch her dainty nose. "...go crystal..."He whispered to himself as he looked at his hands before he turns his back on the spot that she fades away and walked up to the great iron doors of the Barrow. "[Hmmm, she still as beautiful when you was reckless and foolish]"Asmodeus mused as he remembers the fairy princess of the Star Kingdom and how close Rasmus and Crystal was close as friend and lover alike and the shared passionate nights. Rasmus stood and returned his tomahawk ax to its place at his hip and walked up to the great iron doors of the Barrow. "I don't know what it's going on but I will found out". He looked up to their top, several feet above his head. "And I going to find you and say how sorry I'm for being a fool for hurting you".He continued to grouse as cambion knight effortlessly pushed the against one of the doors. "That's better," He mutters to himself glad to be out of the harsh wind and snow. He noted that he hears voices the far end of the hall he had entered into. He crouched low to the ground, moving up as quietly as he could to overhear their conversation. He only caught bits and pieces, but enough to know that they were talking about an elf - presumably their leader - who had gone further into the crypts with something. They were waiting for him to return, something a female in the group professed to seem less and less likely. Their voices suddenly stopped as a rock shifted under his foot. "Is someone there?" He heard one of them draw a blade and the footsteps of both as they walked nearer. "...The Gingerbread Man..." He called back before he takes out a throwing knife and throwing one of the knives into the throat of the male bandit who reacted to slow to dodge. His aim was true and pure as the knives piercing the male throat causing him to gagged and tried in feeble vain to hold the bleed flowing. This proved to be an adequate distracting for unstable warrior as he takes the fallen bandit sword from the ground and spear the woman through the chest with fallen male bandit sword and lifted her to the air with his supernatural strength, uncaring at the blood flowing toward his face as he absent-mindedly drank the blood giving him slight boost in his strength. He gave the sword a twist, just to be sure before he disemboweled her and threw her on the cold stone floor as he pulled it out and wiped it clean on her ragged clothes. "Brutal but very pleasurable for me and her". He mused to himself shook his head, sighed, and picked up the sheath and sheathe it. Rasmus found some gold and a couple lockpicks on their corpses, which proved quite handy for the locked chest nearby. The lock was simple and unlatched without much complaint or even a broken pick, and inside was a much better haul of gold and supplies that he had found outside. Rasmus finally took a good look around, noticing for the first time a couple of corpses from other bandits, as well as the corpses of several skeevers. The little beasts were very much like the giant rats, he was familiar with from Black Marsh and Cyrodiil, and just as just as filthy and disease-ridden. He shudders as he saw some spider webs his Arachnophobiadespite years of dealing with them and somewhat conquer the fear of spiders, he still feels uncomfortable around them. But nevertheless, he prevailed through several huge, thick spider webs that could only belong to frostbites. "[Stillpetrified at the sight of them Ser Rasmus~]"Asmodeus said in his well- cultured but an imperious tone that he was accustomed too. He gave Asmodeus a black look before he disregarded him as he still continuous going through the foul creatures web he would have been very happy to not deal with, but evidently, the only luck he was to have for the day was with the arrow outside. And with the woman apparently waiting for him back at Riverwood. The thought occupied his mind while he made his way deeper into the barrow. How long had he slept with women (or man?) he doesn't count Asmodeus as he and he are drastically different people, physically, genetically, spiritually, magically, and mentally. The last time he slept with a woman was a sibling of fire and blood. He blames his heritage and sometimes the people that raised him. But he still loves them regardless of their loose moral compass. He wonders how his Servant is doing and what are they doing right now?. He was snapped out of my thoughts by coming upon a man who was trying to solve a puzzle to open the way further. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice Rasmus until with flicked from his dagger. He was unarmed, but that just made him think that perhaps he was a mage or something. And he wasn't going to take the chance. He looked at the block on the ground he had been studying, which featured a depiction of a snake that matched several rotating stone blocks at the side of the room. He also noticed two more fixed murals above the archway of the door, with a broken one in the center that clearly used to be the one on the ground. "You, a sir, were a fucking knuckle-dragger," He nudged Slit-Throat with his foot before quickly arranging the rotating blocks to match the fixed ones. A flip of the lever before the gate opened it and revealed the way further in. "[Indeed dolt]" A quick perusal of the next room rewarded me with some soul gems he currently had little use for now, and taking into consideration that he lacks a soul (he still have one right?) and a portable enchanting table and a book simply entitled "Thief" that he slid into his pack for later reading. He had always enjoyed reading, and a cursory glance suggested that this one might have some interesting insights on pickpocketing. Not that he needs it considering his criminal/terrorist act in his youth. Further in he had encountered some rabid feral skeevers that are beyond his power to tame or talk, or rather their mind and body been corrupted. So he killed one with a quick stab of his kunai knife, stepped on another to break its neck and when the last jumped and latched onto his gauntlet-covered arm, he just smashed it into the wall to kill it. "Is someone there?" He heard called out again for the second time that day, followed by a series of names he assumed were the bandits he had just killed. "Hmmm, that must be that Arvel the Swift?", He said to himself, cutting through a particularly thick section of webbing. He really hates that Mother of Spiders Mephala for making that giant mother fucking frostbite spider that dropped from the ceiling. "Well now, you are certainly a big one," His calm tone belied the panic he was quickly trying to get a hold of. It spat forth a glob of poison that he hopped to the side to avoid. When it came running at Rasmus, he did the exact opposite and backed through the small hole he had just cut in its web, the gap was too small for it to squeeze through, leading it to claw at it uselessly. "Not too smart, though," He nervously laughed and shot a jet of flame into its face. It learned about that fast enough, though, and moved out of range before spitting poison at him again. We were at a standstill until he finally took a deep breath to steel his shaken nerves and attacked it head-on. It rose up to four legs and tried to leap on top of him, but he succeeded in avoiding the attack with an agile strafe and hacked one of its legs clean off. It didn't seem to appreciate that, though, and smacked Rasmus to the side with one of its remaining limbs. If it weren't for the life-or-death nature (and him having a mini nervous breakdown) of the situation he may have even been impressed by the strength in its legs. As it was, though, he quickly tried to scramble back to his feet. He wasn't fast enough, though, and soon found myself with my hands on its fangs, trying desperately to keep it from sinking them into his stomach (and try not to shit and piss his own trouser). The struggle forced him to slide along the floor on my back until he hit a wall, where he could get his feet planted and push himself back until he was standing. The spider moved back the barest inch, but it was enough to give him time to draw his tomahawk ax and dagger. And ram it into its many eyes. It let out an unearthly scream, stumbling back a few steps in agony and giving him another opportunity to attack with a combined blast of flame from both his palms. Within seconds the thing was burnt to a crisp. "Good! Now cut me down, for Arkay's sake!" the bandit knotted in the spiders webbing yelled at him while he retrieved. "Shut the fuck up you cocksucker lip-dick cunt-bitch", He barked at him, rubbing at a sore spot in his ribs where the spider's fangs had nearly broken through his armor, but advantageous enough he had his healing factor to fixed that problem. "But I think you have something I want." "The golden claw, right? Cut me down and you can have it. It's brought me nothing but trouble since I swiped it from that shopkeeper," his voice had a pleading tone to it. "...Okay", He said with an odd tone as he saunters over with calmness and unhurried air around him and queer look. "Do you have a family?", Rasmus asked out of nowhere as he stood right in front of him with unnatural calm air. "What?", The Dunmer said. "Do. You. Have. A. Family". He slowly punctuation each word as if he talking to a slow child. "No I don't why", He said with a questionable yet nervous look at the unnatural calmness of this man. "Nothing...other than who should I tell the next of kin", He said with calm tone and happy smile as he raised his dagger "Wha-NO!" "Goodbye", He said. And he piercing the chest of the dunmer bandit and stabbed the heart. He was choking on his blood as he tries to live and failing as he inhalation his last breath and he was not among the living anymore. He pulled out the knife and cut the thick spider web, though he got slightly tangled in webs in the process. As the dead dunmer body dropped to the floor with a thud and the floor beneath."Ahhh, man...you got blood on my boots", He said childishly and uncaring as he knelt next to them and search through the dunmer body with ease movement and pocket some golden claw. As he about to get up he felt someone else on the corpse. "Huh, this must be weakling journal...?," He said to himself as he opens the journal to read the content. =============================================================================== Alvor Journal My fingers are trembling. The Golden Claw is finally in my hands, and with it, the power of the ancient Nordic heroes. That fool Lucan Valerius had no idea that his favorite store decoration was actually the key to Bleak Falls Barrow. Now I just need to get to the Hall of Stories and unlock the door. The legend says there is a test that the Nords put in place to keep the unworthy away, but that "when you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands." =============================================================================== But it seems his [Synchronicity Wave Travelin] and his [Advanced Level Luck]seem to work against him at the moment as he heard the familiar and dreadful unnatural growl from the draugr which raised the hair from his neck. As he slowly looked over at the body that was standing up from its place in a nearby stone grave. "Fuck me and my luck" He stared at the thing taking out his twin tomahawk ax. It's shuffled at him with surprising quickness, though that didn't stop him from catching its sword against one of the tomahawks and hacking out its legs with his other. When it fell he hacked across its neck, beheading it and effectively killing it again. But he set it on fire as universal rules that draugr are tough and that he know from personal experience. "Fuck you draugr fuck". He said to the burning corpse before looking down the hall and finding two more very quickly advancing on him. "Fuck you Murphy law". He ducked under the swing of one's greatsword and buried his tomahawk into its ribs, or what was left of them. Unfortunately, that just made his tomahawk catch in its bones without slowing it down much. He had to let go off and abandon the tomahawk when the other one attacked me with it. He let loose a jet of flame, igniting its dry, decaying flesh and setting it ablaze. As it burned away it fell to pieces, one of his most favorite way to kill a undead. He dodged another swing of the remaining draugr's greatsword, hacked off its arm and then its head. "That could have gone worse,"He snarkily quipped and made his way down the hall. While he admits that he wants the treasure but there something else that drawled him here. To Bleak Falls Barrow. And he wonders if it had something to do with his Dovah Soul which it telling him or beckoned to go deeper into the mysterious tomb. Despite him, in inattentive mindset, he has enough awareness to know that he just step on the pressure plate on the floor and a spiked wooden wall nearly got him. Nearly as in thanking his [Superhuman Reflexes]he managed to avoid a bloody and painful death. "[You dolt you nearly got us kill again]"He scolded his human side for his careless action. "Love you to fucking ass shithole", He said to his demonic side with land into a crouching position with relief sigh. He sat up with a sign as looked at the ancient trap that almost kills him. He shrugged and with that he resumed his trip, this time making sure to walk around the spike-trap pressure plate. H immediately encountered a draugr that proved much, much tougher than the ones he had before, and he was hard-pressed to eventually kill it after having hacked off both arms and one of its legs. He continued his way down deeper into the barrow, fighting through more and more draugr. Even unwilling to use his magic, they are rather easy to fight as unlike their more powerful brethren from lands beyond Tamriel and Mundus, they are kinda weak but nonetheless still a deadly force. He eventually came to an underground river, leaving him to wonder just how big this place could possibly be. Still, the sound of running water was calming to his soul and heart which was rare for him to have. The river itself was quite clear of enemies, though the same could not be said of the waterfall it ran. About halfway down was a ledge with a draugr, and Rasmus think up many ways to take that draugr out. 1) He can sneak up on him and rip and tear off his head. 2) He can throw his tomahawk ax in it spinal cord and the kinetic force could push him down to the ledge. 3) Fight him as he sees no weapon on him and he feels or 'smell' no magical energy other than the one that keeps him undead state He picked number one, as he doesn't know if he was alone so he go with the path of the assassin, and he made his way down a nearby path that conveniently led to said ledge. The draugr was facing the other way, and he thanks his fortunes that this draugr awareness was lower than it other brethren, and he hacked off its head from its shoulders. The path led me to a room with another of the decidedly tougher draugr, though this time he was ready and alerted, so he casually avoiding the wide, sweeping slashes of its greatsword until he could get in close and cut it to pieces with fast, precise strikes. The once again grossly oversized doors at the end of the room led to more stone hallways, a swinging blade trap, and more draugr. The more deadly and dangerous the traps and enemy are there is likely chance that there are treasures in theirs. When he came to a door made up of concentric stone rings and a circle at the center with three holes. He pulled the golden claw out of my pack and promptly realized that it fit into the hole when I first tried that and attempted to turn it, nothing happened."Of course, it wouldn't be that easy," He sighed as he looked at the symbols on the door. He absently looked over the claw and his eyes widen as he checks the back of the claw and saw three symbols back of it. "What the actual fuck". He said with a perfect deadpanned face at the glaring design flaw and he curses himself for overlooking this. But nonetheless set the door to match the claw and tried again. This time, after a great deal of superfluous spinning on the door's part, it lowered into the ground and opened the way to a set of stairs that led to a great, open hall. What sounded like chanting reached his ears as he started to walk up another set of stairs that led to a huge, carved wall. He for some reason that he can't explain but he felt the very strong urge to walked up and read the ancient text. He was transfixed by the sound of the chanting, and when he drew closer to the wall which was carved with dozens of runes. =============================================================================== Word Wall Text Here lies the guardian Keeper of Dragonstone And a force of unending,Rage anddarkness =============================================================================== Rasmus read the ancient arcane text absentmindedly as he walked the only ones thing he really noticed, though, were the ones in the dead center that were glowing."Fus...", He spoke a language that he wasn't familiar with but felt right in the tip of his tongue. They flashed blindingly bright for a moment and he felt a power unlike any other rush into him. It wasn't power, he quickly realized, but knowledge. Knowledge that he had no power or ability to used of right now without proper casualty aka Dragon Soul. "[Hmmm, the memory of that word is remarkable much Ser Rasmus]"Mused Asmodeus who appeared next to him in his human form. As he looked at the wall with his silver eyes. Rasmus was about to replied to the demon god when he was cut short by the sound of stone cracking behind him. He spun around to see a large, armored draugr crawl out of a previously sealed tomb. And his sixth sense is blaring that this draugr is much more powerful than the usual Draugr Overlord that he fought in his youth and monster hunter days. Because he sense a very primordial dovah life-force and potent demonic life- force within the Draugr Overlord it seem to physically changed him. This draugr overlord have the same physical characteristic of a Draugr Overlord. Tall about 8'2'ft taller than his 7'11'ft with unnatural muscle mass that a undead being shouldn't have with massive shoulders and arms thick as the trunk of small trees. He has ugly look and grin that emphasize his rotten black teeth that was abnormally sharp and pointy. He wield a giant battle ax that is bigger than him. "Welll~, you sight for sore eyes eh." Rasmus mused with snarkily toned. Yet he was hyper-alerted and combat-ready as he narrows his eyes as he takes out his twin steel tomahawk axes, and he swinging his axes in the same direction at the large draugr overlord. Rasmus was surprised as the draugr simply caught his axes at the same time and he was more surprised at the fact that he can't pull them off as he had an iron-like grip as he put in more strength to pull his tomahawk axes out of the draconic/daemonic empower draugr overlord. But that train of action was stopped as he hears the Overlord saying those word. The Thu'um. "ZUN-HAAL-VIIK" The Draugr shout that his mind translate. Weapon-Hand-Defeat. As the force from the Thu'um had pushed him back with a grunt and his two trusty tomahawks out of his hands and reach leaving him weaponless."Well...Shit", He said to himself as he looked at the Draugr Overlord with expressionless face. He doged the brutal and vicous attack from Draugr Overlord and it ran at me with supernatural speed barely moved to the side in time, though not fast enough to dodge the claw attack from his sharp claws. He hissed in pain at the pain, internally thankful that his own healing factor would him up in few mintues. It continued its vicious assault, forcing him to either back up or get cleaved in two. He luckily that he knew some unarmed martial arts skills as throw in some vicious punch rapid succession and dodged the draugr attack. But seem that some of the Norse version of the dreaded draugr seem to fit here in the elder scrolls universe. As it had [Supernaturally Dense Tissue] which mean he is tanking his superhuman attack and force. And his shitty luck had shit on him against as the Draugr Overlord kick in my guts pushing him down the floor and me spitting both blood and bile and the draugr pressed his boots on his chest and it raised his brutal giant great ax above it head to cleaved his beautiful face. He acted quick and use his telekinesis to grab his discard tomahawk axe and block what was going to be brutal cleaved to his beautiful handsome face. The good news he had succeed blocking the attack and unbalanced the Draugr Overlord. The bad news as one of his tomahawk axe got shattered and now I got one tomahawk that seen better days but still usable about three to five hits before completely shattered. He got up quickly and my own luck seem to smile on me as it eventually struck with a sweep, allowing him to duck underneath it and crash his shoulder into the draugr's body with enough force to send him and the draugr both tumbling to the ground. He landed on top and hurriedly sat up on his knees where he could hack at its head with his tomahawk until it broke and he decided to ensure a no holds barred beatdown with nothing but his hands. After a while of brutally punching the draugr decaying face and it helmet to the cold moist stone ground, all he is doing it just punching wet chips of bone into the stone ground and most likely doing the ground in the process. So he stop and look at his dirty wet work. He could barely see the face only some still glowing eyes that he took for his own reason and few wet bones. "And stay dead this time!" He shouted at the corpse before standing up, and he tossed his broken tomahawk and taking a much needed deep breath. It was then that he noticed a large stone tablet sticking out of the draugr's tomb. "What's this now?" He asked no one at all as lifted it out. On one side were several lines of the same runes decorating the wall behind me, while on the other was something dotted with what looked like stars. "Hey, wait a second," Rasmus mumbled and pulled out his map map of Skyrim. The general shape of the landscape on the stone tablet made it clear that it was a crude map of the province, though that still left him with no clue as to what the star shapes were. He look at the back of the tabelt the dragon language and he think his All- Speak/All-Tongue and his own archaeologist training that he was enable to read the ancient dragon language =============================================================================== Dragon-Stone Map HET NOK UN (HERE LIE OUR) MAHLaaN DROGGE (FALLEN LORDS) ERei SULeyK SE (UNTIL POWER OF) ALDUIN VOKRii (ALDUIN REVIVES) =============================================================================== "This...ancient text this gotta be a map for those dead dragons that the Blade had killed without a Dovahkin to permentaly killed them by consuming the soul" He deducted as he realzed that this maps for fallen Dovah as he pocket the Dragonstone into his pack, figuring that if he was lucky I'll meet someone in Whiterun who could shed some light on this tabelt and hopefully that he can earn some potential ally from higher places. He hoped that he meet them sooner rather than later, though. The damn thing was heavy. =============================================================================== The trip back to Riverwood was uneventful, though at least it took long enough that by the time Rasmus returned all of his battle wounds had healed itself albeit he still feel some of the phatom pain. He so thankful of his [Supernatural Regenerative Healing Factor] and his [Immense Pain Tolerance]. "[Now it time to get the wonderful reward from the lovely Imperial pawnbroker and hopefully that lovely blacksmith wife]", Asmodeus said with a lubricious smile and Rasmus agree with the Demon God-Emperor of Passion & Lust as he walked down the well-travel road. It was just nearing sunset by the time he returned slightly sore and hungry (sexually) but feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. He wonder how he gonna get some dragon souls as the only one soul he could see it's his former overlord which in his current state would be nigh- impossible to defeat. And now he had to found some weak dragon to kill and unlocked his Dovakiin Powers. Rasmus dropped off his pack, weapons and excess armor at Alvor's house, apparently arriving just in time to enjoy a quick supper of some roast beef and an apple albeit Alvor kinda left out quickly telling his daughter to go to Sleeping Giant Inn and stay with the owner Orgnar and Delphine. After that, he left the house and heading back out with the golden claw in hand and dressed only in his leather tunic, pants, and boots. "You're back!" Lucan sounded surprised as he walked into his shop. "Don't sound so shocked or I might start thinking you weren't expecting me to be," He rose a valiant eyebrow at him and put the claw on the counter before him. "The claw! I can't thank you enough for bringing it back to us," he grinned happily. "You're welcome. When I found him he was dead due to the divine-forsaken giant as fuck frostbite spider, and ended up getting me dragged into a search for treasure that turned into a bust." He said very nonchalant with easy lie slipped in. "Treasure?" Lucan sounded far too interested. "Like I said, it was a bust. I already stripped that barrow clean. Not much there but dusty bones and really old weapons," He shrugged. "Such a shame," the man said as he handed me a coin purse that felt delightfully heavy. "There, that should make you feel better. Oh, and Camilla said she wanted to repay you for helping us, too." "[Wonderful]" "How kind of her," He said with well-trained smile that spoke years of experience. "And where might she" "She told me that she will be at that old barn", he motioned the farmhouse that he vaguely recalled as he walked to the door with Rasmus following him outside pointing out the barn before he lock up the store and hand me the key. "Can you gave her the keys and tell her that I back". And just like that he just left to place unknown to him along with Alvor. 'Weird...But I've business with that imperial perky arse' He thought with his eyes glow with lust as he walked to the direction of the farmhouse licking his long serpentine tongue against his lips. He made his way the barn that is old but still sturdy. Rasmus knocked on the wooden door of the old wood barn. The barn door opens slightly to reveal the comely face of the imperial pawn Camilla Valerious. "Hello lady Valerious I'm here for the reward that you promise for the handsome warrior" He said to her with smooth lady-killer smile as he crossed his long thick muscular arms. She smiles slyly at the very attractive inextinguishable and undying half-demon mixed-racial warrior-emperor. "Gave me a second to prepare for you handsome reward my hero~", She lasciviously said as she close the barn door. Rasmus waited for a couple of second with his sexual libido growing within second until he heard the voice of Camilla Valerious calling him from behind the barn house to come in with lusty voice. Now that Immortal anti-hero enter the barn house while closing the door behind him and look up to see the sight that he will remember forever. Fascinated at the sight and scent that he was accustomed. The sight of a young beauty imperial slender yet curvaceous. Camilla was wearing a tan bra that barely constrained her bosom and matching tan panties that wrapped around her perky yet bubble butt. "How...deightful this reward it's". He said as he leered at the young supple buxom beauty that he going to fuck into a sex-coma. As he walked up to his reward and desserts. She studied the handsome warrior and send him a sly yet lustful smile and beckoning the amorous mix racial hero with a sway from her wide to followed to the throne made of hay and blanket and from he see dozen of Potion of Plentiful Stamina and two Draught of Enhanced Stamina. Consider that his musculature produces almost no fatigue toxins during physical activity. As a result, he has nearly superhuman stamina in all physical activities. That must be for her much to his delight. She led him front of the blanket before spinning around and pressing another kiss to my lips, though because of the height had on her she was forced to stand on her toes and pull him slightly down and him bending his back. Rasmus pulled back after a moment and gave a lustfull smirk and his eyes glow slightly in the dark. "Considering that my lips work for kissing and...giving wonderful cunnilingus which many of my past lover seem to enjoy very much. He said to her as he stick out his long snake-like tongue toward her that send shiver of pleasure down her spine. "They must be very lucky to have a night with a stud like you," she said with a sly smile as her hands worked to undo the straps holding his armor in place. "I'm me after all". He said cockily, as he felt her slender yet buxom body feeling her perky bubble ass and give it couple of squeeze. much to her delight.With that they start kissing each other and Rasmus show his kissing skills as both of them trying to fight for dominance with him winning due to his superior skills and the imperial beauty allowed him to enjoyed his reward She moaned into his mouth as her hands slide against his well-toned yet scarred riddle and runic-tattoos body as he felt the the old faded scars and she pull back. "I've never seen these tattoos before", she said as her hands continued their exploration. He found it somewhat funny that she saw some of the brutal scars in his body yet she was focus on his runic geometric tattoos. "Some of them have certain purpose". He said as though that made a difference. Each of them have different purpose and usage some for everyday like gathering Magical Life-Force or sealing some things within. But enough of that. After that she set to work on his pants her movements becoming shaky and heated as he desperately pressed her mouth to his. Rasmus wasn't doing much better with lust empowering him, sliding his hands wantonly over her skimpy wearing body. She pulled back once again, though this time Rasmus kissed her sensitive neck. "Why are your pants so hard to get off?" she muttered to herself though he could hear humour in her voice. "They're designed that way," He forced himself to pull back to stare at her incredulously. "I don't want my pants falling down in the middle of a fight. Imagine how ridiculous I'd look tripping over my own pants while fighting a bear. I'd die of embarrassment before it ever got the chance to kill me." "You don't take anything seriously, do you?" she asked with a quiet laugh. "Not much. It gets too depressing," He laughed right back. "Though speaking of serious things, what's to stop your brother from showing up in the middle of...this...and killing me in a fit of over-protective rage?" "He'll be gone for the night. He does that sometimes," she explained as she finally got the last of the straps and buckles on his pants undone. "Finally!" she sounded far too happy as she pushed them down off to reveal, well, my not so little friends. Her eyes widen from shock and lust as she saw her lover long cock. As if Dibella herself had blessed this handsome alpha stud. She took a very healthy good look at the horse size cock that her lover has between his long muscular legs. Fifteen massive inch of delicious veiny masculine goodness ramrod straight with slight curved and with massive, cum-filled balls the size if bigger than imperial oranges that she nibble in her time. Combine with his powerful well-built muscular body and chiseled and handsomely feral good looks and the potent masculine pheromone that he was emitted around her that made her very licentious. It made in her eyes, Rasmus a living powerful and handsome sex-god of ancient that could bed anything women that lay his eyes on him. 'Oh by Dibella tits! His dick is massive enough that I could barely wrap my hand can wrap it'.She thought amazed as she compare his size to others and all of them fall short to this her sex god lover. Her lover swollen head twitched with eagerness and dripped with voluminous amounts of pre-cum.' The sheer volume of his precum so huge that some of my former past lover cannot compare it'. ' His balls feel so full and firm'.She thought with hazy lust and hunger. The imperial beauty felt his large swollen two equally impressive balls, no doubt filled with copious amounts of his delicious and thick cream. 'The thought of this dick inside me is making me tremble. The scent of his cum is making my own mouth water!. I..I need no, want this yummy monster cock'. She vowed to suck all of his creamy essences. So she took of her bra that containted her large young supple tits. Her breast were perfect large D-Cup sizes round and perky that symbolize her youth and endowment. She drool and spit on her large tits and took her lover long cock between her tits covering half of his cock into the soft pillow breast that made the demonic sex god stud groan in lascivious contentment. "If like my tits so much how about this lover?" She said with wide lascivious smile as she starting slowly she started bumping up and forth against his waist smothering his meat with her breasts. Up and down again and again she squished them against that appetizing appendage of his. She didn't slow down and instead accelerated her breast job, Rasmus groaned like animalistic demonic sex god of immemorial era whihc to her lustful hazed vision he was. Camilla mouth touched on the head every time she brought it closer to her face, each time she lightly sucked and flicked her tongue on it making him moan. This continued for a few more minutes until Camilla eased her boobjob and wrapped her arms around the backside of his waist letting her face squish up against the front side with her mouth fully swallowing his length. Thanks to Rasmus using bit of [Sexual Magick]that suppress her gag reflex and loosening her throat to take all of his delicious mouth-watering masculine cock. ""Haaahh...Fuck Yeah!...Suck hard and deep" He hissed out the words with lust reaction as she sealed her lips tightly on his cock. Her eyes looked up at him with lustful glee for a moment until she started pumping her head rampantly. *~SUCK SLURP~ SUCK SLURP~* 'I love sucking such big huge monster cock from this stud!'She thought with unbound lust as she suck out some of the precum. It's was simply divine as if she was drinking the drinks of the divine or sanguine famous wines. This continued for several more minutes until Rasmus endurance gave out and his hips thrust undulated against Camilla bobbing head. Oh~! By Dibella and Mara breast, He cum like a geyser. It is so thick and delicious. But so much is going to waste. I want it ALL!.She thought amazed at the large gallon worth of cum down her stomach which taste very sweet and yummy and this is going to be her favorite drink. Her cheek puff from the extreme amount of cum and she took out the still cumming cock. Moments Rasmus still cumming cock sprayed a large, cup-size blast of cum rocketed out of his cock and splash against her beautiful face, her large breasts, coating the majority of them in one shot. The feeling of his hot cum on her breasts was enough to send the beautiful brunette imperial women over the edge and into a mind- blowing orgasm. "RASMUS!" Camilla her lover name out as she squirt out her juice which soiled her slightly wet undergarment and splashed onto Rasmus's thighs and his thick spunk continued to guzzle out of his member. Aside from coating her breasts and face, cum coated her toned stomach and her lower region. The white substance drizzled down past her belly button and on to her inner thighs while simultaneously covering her still gushing opening. 'How can he cum so much?. I cannot barely keep a cup full of it and taste like my favorite sweets. This is his massive load but each one is bigger than the previous. Mine stomach is so full I feel like I might burst, But I still want more'She thought with hunger. "Ahh...There's..ah's..so..ha..much of you delicious...".' I still taste his cum inside my throat...and it's making my body feel so hot...' "Hmmm, I do love the sight of a women cover in my cum. I think that you need little clean up~" He hand her a towel that he found in the barn or rather that he used Conjuring Magicto summon a towel. She thank him and used the towel to clean the excessive cum from her body and face. After she clean her face she expect a soften member but much to her surpised and licentious delight. Wow, have you been hard this entire time I was toweling off. She said out loud as she stand up with wobbly legs and slowly walked way from lover and turn around to show her round bubly ass as she slowly took off her wet panties from her waist down to her long slender legs and tossed the panties at the direction of sex god. She turn around and walked toward her sex-god of lover and climb atop of her handsome muscular lover"I...I do not know Rasmus. I not sure, if my wet little pussy can handle you..." She said cutesy. 'I still cannot get over how massive he is I don't know if I'll be a fit to it all… I have never been so wet before. My mind is hesitating but my body wants nothing more than his Gigantic Manhood inside me'.She thought with licentious delight. "Hmmm. How about you found out by riding this horse, til you can't cum anymore. He alluring whispered to the imperial beauty unknowing to her his eyes turn pink-silver symbolizing some of his daemonic ancestry and his voice subtly taking on a daemonic undertone. "...Then I'll slide this big friend ol mine up to that tight little bubbly imperial ass of yours and fuck you til you beg me to cum. "How do that feel luv"He finished his sentence which Camilla shiver from lust. "Oh by the Nine it the size of my fucking ARM!". She said to herself. As she carefully took the head of her lover cock and carefully the head into her wet womanhood. 'Mmm. This is so good in my wet pussy'. "Yessss. that's a good little girl. Rub that ass and pussy up and down my shaft." He hissed out in lust. She licked around her lips as she stared at her lover beautiful mismatched eyes down and with careful precision and grace she lowered her sensitive sex onto his length. Once the moist lips of the vulva cupped the head of his tip she slowly took about eight inch of his cock "Oh my GAWD!. You're ripping me APART!" She moaned/shouted out as felt more full than some of her past lover. "Ahhh, yeah! How much have I taken?" "You only got 8 inches of meat inside you, not even halfway". He said to her as in human form was already well-endowed and this is the smallest that his human could be achieved. "It feels like there's so much more inside of me. Oh my Divines, I love how big you are! Push harder I want more!" She squeal/yelled out to her lover. Rasmus smirked lustfully and he grab her wide hips and uttered. "You got it angel here you go" He grinned at her and shove all fifteen inches of his cock into her and with masterfully usage of [Sexual Magick & Body Magic]to modify her vagina to fit all of his cock and heighten her vaginal nerve system and enhanced her G- spot. "!?". As her eyes rolled up and she let out sharp gasp of pleasure. Uuurgh! Yeah that's it. That's what I want. MMMmmm! She manged with all of her willpower to said those words as she hold him to steady herself. Once she had settled down she had begun rocking herself on him, her tight juicy snatch enclosed tightly on his cock. Rasmus thrust his horse size cock into her tight snatch piercing her cervix and bumping the very wall of it causing her intense pleasure as she had a mini-climax attack. "Fuck! You so fucking tight on my cock" He grunted as he hammered his cock into her with the force and power of siege machine much to Camilla intense pleasure and her unending climax attack as he hit her G-spot repeatly and with skillful skills of his long immortal life. " You are stretching my fucking WOMB! AAAHHH! She holler out as her lover stood and holding her slender body with his long strong muscular arms and she held his neck to steady herself and gravity had worked in her favor as she felt the cock hitting her deeper and stronger than before. " I love you big cock I love how fucking big you are!". "Thank luv, and I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this body of yours" As the sex-god warrior fuck her body rampantly against her body with his now best friend gravity helping him ruining her for other man that try to fuck this bitch!. "MMPH! BLFH! MNHH! BREAK ME! KNOCK ME UP, YOU FUCKING STUD" She shouted at crazed with lust despite the fact that she took birth control potion and uses medicine to prevent pregnancy. Not like she need as unknown to him her lover had a seal that prevent pregnancy to women. As she bounced her ass on his dick and tighten her pussy walls to cry to milk him. "NHGG GHK GURK HMMPH NBUH" She incoherent orgasmic babbling out as she temporarily lost the ability to speak due to the intense pleasure that she was feeling from his cock and sexual skills. He switch position from his The Hanging Garden Sex Position to Doggy Style Sex Position without removing his cock inside her as he thrust his cock with force and tenacity that spreading the wall within her. *SphlurpSphlurpSphlurpSphlurp* Rasmus gave her rear a little slap and marveled at how it rippled deliciously, "By Talo's Fucking Hammer. I love your ass!" Rasmus said to her who could barely answer him as she was hazy lusty daze as she continued blabbing in a blissful orgasmic speech. They continued their romp for a little while more until Rasmus could sense that his endurance and his own cock swelling within her and she felt it too as she thrust her ass toward him costing her own to rippled deliciously. "Oh fuck, I'm about to.." "INSIIIDE...AHNN...Do it insiiide!Please cum!In my pussy. 'm not letting go of you until every last drop is pumped in me!" She pleaded with lust as she could feel her climax coming. "Fuck you pussy's milking my giant dick! Milady Valerius you makin' me cum deep inside you. You ass was built for my dick and my dick only. Pussy so deep and tight that you might be maiden again. UGH Shit FUCKIN COMING". He quicken his cock into her hitting her to the deepest area and with one last thrust he release his second largest climax as Camilla cried out when her own orgasm hit her in sync with his. "NN~HII~AHH~HII~YESSSS" She cried joyfully as her body form thrashed with his throbbing cock pumping payload after payload of spunk into her core. This sent Camilla reeling as her orgasm sent her waves of pleasure, her walls clenched hard on his tool and spritz after spritz of juices sprayed over his region. 'I can feel him exploding in my womb. It's making me cum again! SkeetSkeet* He slowly pulled out his cock of her cum-filled snatch and he watched with an arrogant yet lustful smile as saw a large amount of cum pouring out of her widen pussy and made a large puddle of mixed fluid. "Hm, I really outdone myself with a very good job of fucking that pussy. Do you think...Sigrid and Gerdur" He said to the two spying and horny marry women who watch him who enter the barn with them looking at his still harden member. As he sat down on the throne made of haystack and blanket as he hold the semi- awaken imperial women. Sigird and Gerdur look at the naked sex-god with unadulterated lust as both of them walked toward the stud dropping their night garments showing their beautiful milf body to the demonic sex-god. "Now...kneel before me..." Just like that both of the Nordic beauty milf kneel before Rasmus as he once again entertain his sexual conquest for another hours of intense sexual fun as those who could he it but hank to Rasmus silent rune and stay way charm nobody would peek at the wanton sexual deed of Rasmus, vessel and champion of Asmodeus, Daemon God-Emperor of Passion and Lust... =============================================================================== A:N: Hot Mother fucking damn that is one long ass chapter. And I pretty proud of myself after all it's take willpower (and searching knowledge on the darkest part of internet) I'm sorry that you can't see the part about Sigird or Gerdur (Unless you person who against cheating than you cool). I'm most likely make lemon about that later on or maybe next chapter in flashback type? So how did you like one of Rasmus past friends or lover who managed to surpassed Rasmus Chaotic/Eldritch Mind and The "Dark Passenger" and managed to bring him semblance of normalcy and humanity. I've hope that I managed to make Rasmus less of Gary Stu and more of a flaw character that is pretty fuck up in the head with wide variety of psychological and emotional issue that would put him in mental hospital or declare him legally insane criminals and threat to others. Anyway please send a review and follow and fav my story and hopefully put this on TVTROPE X-D Kogaan Dii, Fahdon,... Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!