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  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Legend_of_the_Ascension
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      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
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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
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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
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Quote
It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. Frederick
Douglass
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"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
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                       Prologue: Guardian of North Star
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[ -Universe/Plane - Elder-Scrolls - Location + Cyidath + K rikkiomelan Realm +
Grand Palace Of R ovaria Empire - Rovaria Throne Hall Room - ]
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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...
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[ - Universe/Plane - Elder-Scrolls - Location - Tamriel - Skyrim - Helgen ]
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...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.
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["...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...
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- 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.
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Quote
The lust for power, for dominating others, inflames the heart more than any
other passion - Tacitus
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"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
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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...
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Chapter One: Golden Claw Part One
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[ - Universe/Plane - [Mundus/Elder-Scrolls] - Location - [Tamriel] - [Skyrim] -
[Riverwood] - ]
(Date/Hour - 1/21/4E 201 X 9:32 AM)
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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."
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(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"
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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?"
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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
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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
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"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
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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?"
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Chapter One: Lascivious Hunger & Golden Claw Part Two (End)
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"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."
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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.
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 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."
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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...
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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,...
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