So during the 0.5.0 Patch, it was mentioned that a new playthrough would be recommended with the updated combat system. I recorded some continuity errors in my notes but forgot to submit them. Most of these relate to dialog procing during scenes that relate to events that haven't happening. My apologies for submitting this so late, especially if these have been addressed already.
On this account haven't turned Brint into Brinne at all.
On this account haven't turned Brint into Brinne at all.
She leans back on the stone bench, arms spread again so the whole bath house can see her bare tits — if there was anyone around, anyway except Brienne sitting a few paces down from you. "Yeah, I'm good. More upset about losing the moment than what some stupid cows think. Ah well, I'll take some alone time with you over 'em any day."
Upon sexing arona in bathouse. same conditions:
"This is nice, y'know," she says after a while. "Just the two of us. And Brienne, I guess."
Upon sexing arona in bathouse. same conditions:
"This is nice, y'know," she says after a while. "Just the two of us. And Brienne, I guess."
"Mmm, that's the smell I love — a bitch ready to be bred! Just lie down and take your helping of my seed, slut; it's time to get you nice and pregnant, to really mark you as mine! it's time to get you nice and pregnant, to really mark you as mine!
Arona's fingers withdraw, leaving you with a sudden, cold emptiness in your loins. One that's soon replaced by a firm pressure as she aligns her cockhead with your sloppy-wet hole. A hand locks around your shoulder, and another on your hip, holding you perfectly steady for the inevitable. The orcess rolls her hips forward slowly, easing the rounded crown of her pick into your open, waiting pussylips. Once she's made you take the tip, though, there's nothing to stop her from thrusting in the rest in one long, hard motion. Your mouth locks open, a scream of pleasure echoing across the hills. Arona joins you a moment later with a triumphant, dominant roar, hilting herself in your slit. Her hips hammer your firm tush, making your body rock forward with the impact — you'd have gone tumbling if she wasn't holding you firmly in place.
Instead, you're forced to take every inch of cockflesh, pumped full of Arona's throbbing rod again and again and again. She takes you hard and rough, slapping her hips against your ass with the same crushing force as she'd swing her hammer in battle, pounding you into the bed with every thrust. Before long your willpower breaks, and you find yourself moaning like the orc-cocksleeve you are!
Arona's fingers withdraw, leaving you with a sudden, cold emptiness in your loins. One that's soon replaced by a firm pressure as she aligns her cockhead with your sloppy-wet hole. A hand locks around your shoulder, and another on your hip, holding you perfectly steady for the inevitable. The orcess rolls her hips forward slowly, easing the rounded crown of her pick into your open, waiting pussylips. Once she's made you take the tip, though, there's nothing to stop her from thrusting in the rest in one long, hard motion. Your mouth locks open, a scream of pleasure echoing across the hills. Arona joins you a moment later with a triumphant, dominant roar, hilting herself in your slit. Her hips hammer your firm tush, making your body rock forward with the impact — you'd have gone tumbling if she wasn't holding you firmly in place.
Instead, you're forced to take every inch of cockflesh, pumped full of Arona's throbbing rod again and again and again. She takes you hard and rough, slapping her hips against your ass with the same crushing force as she'd swing her hammer in battle, pounding you into the bed with every thrust. Before long your willpower breaks, and you find yourself moaning like the orc-cocksleeve you are!
"M-mistress," you whimper. You shudder as anal orgasm crashes through you, milked out squirt by squirt while you're restrained helplessly in place by the she-orc's brawny hands. Your narrow snatch clenches wildly around Arona's prick, trying at once to push back against it and draw it deeper inside. She just laughs and smacks your butt, the shock adding that much more stimulation to your tensing muscles. "That's right! Cum for me, girl," she growls, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you up on your knees, against her heaving chest. er hand grabs your perky breasts, roughly squeezing your tits your throat, holding you tight against herself as her hips hammer at your firm butt.
As you step into the nursery, you're treated to the sounds of excited little squeals and the deep belly-laughing of your orcish amazon. Arona's standing in the middle of the main room with your eldest couched in one arm and holding a stuffed leviathan over the baby, shaking it and making blow-hole noises to your child's inestimable delight. Arona glances up as you step inside, flashing you a tusky grin. "Hey, baby, look: it's daddy! Hey, beautiful." She leans in and gives you a big kiss on the lips, then mocks a big gasp and gives the baby one on the forehead. "Somebody's in a good mood," you say with a smile of your own, taking up your child when Arona offers. Your baby-momma snorts a laugh. "How can I not be when there's something so dang wonderful right here in our arms. Our child! I'm still... still having trouble really believing it. That you and I — especially me — could make something so perfect." "I know..." you sigh, cradling the little orc in your arms. Arona strokes your cheek, but her eyes are affixed, awestruck, to the baby. After a while, her hand comes to rest on your belly. "And another one on the way. Goddess... I'm so damn lucky to have you." You exchange a smile with Arona, interrupted only by a hungry whine from the little orc and a snicker from Arona as a pair of tiny hands grope at her bosom. "Guess it's eatin' time," Arona says. "I'll, uh, I'll go get Gwyn." "Right," you say, thankful that the Marches' best wetnurse is just in the other room with her own pups.
"Uhhh.... Ellil?" Arona grumbles, toying with the end of her braid. "Could you help me with something?"
She seems oddly bashful. "Is everything okay, mistress?"
The big green hand not fiddling with the end of Arona's braid cups a heavy breast under her Spirit Totem Warhides. "My tits are killing me, Ellil... every time I breathe in, I'm soaking the inside of my top. You need to take some responsibility here."
"O-of course!" you chirp, happy to be of help to your beautiful green mistress — especially after she's done you such an honor as carrying your children.
You quickly escort Arona up to your room for some privacy. The amazon's top falls off with the slightest tug, clearly so tight around her milk-laden tits that she could barely get it on this morning in the first place. Cloudy white beads are already forming on the orc's black nipples, both stiff as diamonds. Wearily, Arona sits herself down and thrusts her chest out towards you. She really does look bashful like this, refusing to meet your gaze and chewing her lip, practically trembling with anticipation. And that's before your eyes wander down from her heaving, heavy chest to the bulge between her legs.
Alright, if the poor thing's desperate enough to act like this, you'd best get to helping. You straddle the big girl's trunk-like thighs and cup her breasts, giving yourself a chance to feel just how over-laden they really are. Arona's stacked normally, but you can really appreciate how much bigger, and denser, her jugs have gotten over the last month or two. You barely have to put any pressure on her curves to make those beads of cream become a trickle that pitter-patters onto her lap.
"F-ffuckin'... could just do that myself. But it hurts a little. Could you just... just suck on 'em for me?"
Giving her a little smile, you ease your hands down under her breasts, lifting one up to your lips and licking it clean. She tastes so rich, like it's heavy cream rather than mother's milk. Maybe Arona's got a little minotaur in her? Either way, it's tasty enough that you eagerly go in for more, flicking your tongue across her other teat before latching your lips to it like a good boy. She's so overfull that you barely need to suck at all to get her flowing, milk spilling across your tongue in thick rivers almost as fast as you can swallow it.
Arona's eyes flutter closed, and her head rolls back with an uncharacteristically feminine moan. You know just what she needs now! Without skipping a suck, you slip one of your hands down her gravid gut and free the throbbing cock from her breeches. She gasps, giving you an appreciative smirk before closing her eyes and letting you do what you do best. It's a bit awkward with her stomach so heavy between the two parts of her you're trying to devote yourself to, but you haven't come this far to half-ass it for your pregnant mistress. It's a little strange after all this time to just be stroking her off, to have to keep your mouth elsewhere, but this is what she wants... no, what she needs."Mmmm! You've got Mallach's touch there, Ellil," your amazon murmurs, leaning back on her palms and stifling a few little moans between her tusks.
You give her an appreciative look, but you're sure to keep your mouth firmly attached to her needy breast, sucking gently but consistently to get as much of your pregnant lover's excess as her body's willing to give. At least from that breast, anyway. After a good couple of minutes, though, Arona gently nudges you off her coal-dark nipple when her flow starts winding down.
"Goddess gave me two of 'em," she chuckles, hefting up the other boob. "And it's still full to bursting."
Alright, but you're getting a little tired sitting over her like this, and from the looks of it, she is too. You give Arona a little push back, and she doesn't resist you putting her on her back and nestling yourself into her side, latching to her untapped bosom while your hand pins her cock to her gravid stomach, starting to massage it with the heel of your palm.
"You're the best," Arona murmurs, leaning back and closing her eyes.
You know you are. And now all you need to do it is suck and stroke to prove it. It's not long before Arona's squirming under you, panting and spurting pre onto her gravid tummy. Her milk's flow quickens as she draws close to climax, so much so that little rivers of it end up spilling down your chin. But the real mess comes just a few moments later, heralded by a guttural grunt from your lover as she jerks her hips up off the ground, cock throbbing violently between stroking fingers — and then erupting in a musky geyser that arcs majestically through the air, before splattering messily all over Arona's belly. You deftly move out of the way, letting the pregnant muscle-girl paint herself down while you finish draining her lactic reserves dry.
When the brunt of her explosive orgasm's passed, Arona flops back against the bed and sighs, still pumping her hand along her shaft as white goo oozes lazily from her crown. "Ahh. Thanks, babe. That's a huge weight off my chest. And balls, too. Hehe..."
You blush at the praise and get to work licking her taut tummy clean of all that precious alty goo. Can't have your mistress walking around in this state, can you?
She seems oddly bashful. "Is everything okay, mistress?"
The big green hand not fiddling with the end of Arona's braid cups a heavy breast under her Spirit Totem Warhides. "My tits are killing me, Ellil... every time I breathe in, I'm soaking the inside of my top. You need to take some responsibility here."
"O-of course!" you chirp, happy to be of help to your beautiful green mistress — especially after she's done you such an honor as carrying your children.
You quickly escort Arona up to your room for some privacy. The amazon's top falls off with the slightest tug, clearly so tight around her milk-laden tits that she could barely get it on this morning in the first place. Cloudy white beads are already forming on the orc's black nipples, both stiff as diamonds. Wearily, Arona sits herself down and thrusts her chest out towards you. She really does look bashful like this, refusing to meet your gaze and chewing her lip, practically trembling with anticipation. And that's before your eyes wander down from her heaving, heavy chest to the bulge between her legs.
Alright, if the poor thing's desperate enough to act like this, you'd best get to helping. You straddle the big girl's trunk-like thighs and cup her breasts, giving yourself a chance to feel just how over-laden they really are. Arona's stacked normally, but you can really appreciate how much bigger, and denser, her jugs have gotten over the last month or two. You barely have to put any pressure on her curves to make those beads of cream become a trickle that pitter-patters onto her lap.
"F-ffuckin'... could just do that myself. But it hurts a little. Could you just... just suck on 'em for me?"
Giving her a little smile, you ease your hands down under her breasts, lifting one up to your lips and licking it clean. She tastes so rich, like it's heavy cream rather than mother's milk. Maybe Arona's got a little minotaur in her? Either way, it's tasty enough that you eagerly go in for more, flicking your tongue across her other teat before latching your lips to it like a good boy. She's so overfull that you barely need to suck at all to get her flowing, milk spilling across your tongue in thick rivers almost as fast as you can swallow it.
Arona's eyes flutter closed, and her head rolls back with an uncharacteristically feminine moan. You know just what she needs now! Without skipping a suck, you slip one of your hands down her gravid gut and free the throbbing cock from her breeches. She gasps, giving you an appreciative smirk before closing her eyes and letting you do what you do best. It's a bit awkward with her stomach so heavy between the two parts of her you're trying to devote yourself to, but you haven't come this far to half-ass it for your pregnant mistress. It's a little strange after all this time to just be stroking her off, to have to keep your mouth elsewhere, but this is what she wants... no, what she needs."Mmmm! You've got Mallach's touch there, Ellil," your amazon murmurs, leaning back on her palms and stifling a few little moans between her tusks.
You give her an appreciative look, but you're sure to keep your mouth firmly attached to her needy breast, sucking gently but consistently to get as much of your pregnant lover's excess as her body's willing to give. At least from that breast, anyway. After a good couple of minutes, though, Arona gently nudges you off her coal-dark nipple when her flow starts winding down.
"Goddess gave me two of 'em," she chuckles, hefting up the other boob. "And it's still full to bursting."
Alright, but you're getting a little tired sitting over her like this, and from the looks of it, she is too. You give Arona a little push back, and she doesn't resist you putting her on her back and nestling yourself into her side, latching to her untapped bosom while your hand pins her cock to her gravid stomach, starting to massage it with the heel of your palm.
"You're the best," Arona murmurs, leaning back and closing her eyes.
You know you are. And now all you need to do it is suck and stroke to prove it. It's not long before Arona's squirming under you, panting and spurting pre onto her gravid tummy. Her milk's flow quickens as she draws close to climax, so much so that little rivers of it end up spilling down your chin. But the real mess comes just a few moments later, heralded by a guttural grunt from your lover as she jerks her hips up off the ground, cock throbbing violently between stroking fingers — and then erupting in a musky geyser that arcs majestically through the air, before splattering messily all over Arona's belly. You deftly move out of the way, letting the pregnant muscle-girl paint herself down while you finish draining her lactic reserves dry.
When the brunt of her explosive orgasm's passed, Arona flops back against the bed and sighs, still pumping her hand along her shaft as white goo oozes lazily from her crown. "Ahh. Thanks, babe. That's a huge weight off my chest. And balls, too. Hehe..."
You blush at the praise and get to work licking her taut tummy clean of all that precious alty goo. Can't have your mistress walking around in this state, can you?