Tsun lay on the grass, his hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the twin moons that hung in the dark sky. One was large and bright, casting a silver glow over the snowy forest, while the smaller one hovered just off to the side, faint and pale. The sight held his gaze for a long time, driving home a truth he couldn't ignore—this wasn't just another place. This was a completely different world, and he was a stranger in it. He let out a slow breath, his body relaxed but his mind restless. The grass beneath him was cold, but his body barely registered the chill. Thoughts swirled as he considered his options. He was powerful now, stronger and faster than he'd ever been in his previous life. The potential was there to do something big.
"I could be a mercenary," he mused quietly to himself. "Start my own company, maybe even get some land."
They were tempting ideas, but none of them resonated deeply. What spoke to him the loudest was the thought of unlocking the full potential of his body. He remembered watching JoJo in his old life, seeing what Pillar Men were capable of. He knew his mind could absorb knowledge faster than a normal person's, and his body felt like it was brimming with untapped power. But he needed to learn. That was the first step. Understanding Skyrim, its magic, and its systems of power. Magic intrigued him the most. He'd found that Sparks spell back in Helgen—right before that damn bear mauled him. He hadn't even had a chance to try it.
Sitting up, Tsun reached into his chest and pulled out the book he'd found in the tomb. It was old, the cover faded and cracked, but the red symbol on the front still stood out. He opened it, flipping through the pages. It took him an hour of focused effort, but the words started to make sense.
"This isn't a spellbook," he muttered, his brow furrowing as he examined the diagrams. The pages were filled with dense explanations of magical theories, matrices, and the manipulation of energy. He could read the language, but the concepts were beyond him.
"I'll need something simpler," he said, closing the book and slipping it back into his chest. "Maybe there's a university or something around here that teaches magic. Freyja might know."
Standing, he stretched his arms over his head, his muscles flexing as he inhaled the crisp night air. His stomach rumbled faintly, reminding him of the task he'd set out to complete. Freyja had run out of food the day before, and while she seemed too proud to ask for help, he'd taken it upon himself to handle it.
Hunting had been easy for him. His senses were sharper than any human's—he could hear the faintest rustle of leaves, smell the faint musk of animals on the wind, and track even the faintest prints in the snow. He'd already taken down a small doe and a large buck. The doe was for Freyja, but the buck? He'd drained and absorbed it to ease the growing hunger within him.
Walking back to the camp with the doe slung over his shoulder, he considered his hunger. It wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He'd assumed it would be unbearable, like the vampires from movies in his old life—an uncontrollable thirst that consumed every thought. But so far, it was manageable. A dull ache in his chest and a faint thirst, nothing more.
"Maybe it's because my body's more efficient," he muttered to himself, stepping over a fallen branch. "Or maybe it hasn't been long enough."
He filed the thought away for later experimentation. There was still so much he didn't know about what he was now.
Tsun stumbled towards the fire, the doe still slung over his shoulder. Freyja lounged by the flames, her armor discarded. Her outfit was minimal - a thin, almost see-through tunic and tight pants that left little to the imagination. Her massive tits were barely contained, nipples poking through the fabric, her toned abs visible beneath. She was tall, with thick, muscular thighs that looked like they could crush someone. The heat of the fire made her skin glisten with a light sweat, her hair a wild mess around her face. She caught his gaze as he entered, her eyes lingering on his form.
Tsun couldn't help but notice Freyja's body as he approached. Her thighs were thick and muscular, her chest full and barely contained by her tunic. The sight stirred him.
"You found something," she said, surprise evident in her voice.
"Yeah. Game's scarce, but it's not impossible," Tsun said, dropping the carcass near her. "Should hold us for a couple of days."
Freyja grabbed her dagger and moved to the doe without hesitation. She worked with steady hands, cutting into the hide with practiced precision. Tsun sat down across from her, leaning on a log as he watched her work.
"You're good at that," he said after a moment.
Freyja glanced up briefly. "You have to be. Can't afford to waste anything out here." She returned to her task, peeling the hide away from the flesh with smooth, efficient movements.
Tsun nodded, watching the firelight play across her face. She seemed less guarded now, though her focus stayed on the task.
"You don't hate me as much as you used to," he said, his tone light.
Freyja snorted softly. "I didn't hate you. Just didn't trust you. Still don't, really. But... you've saved my life more than once. That counts for something."
Tsun smirked, leaning back. "Good to know I'm growing on you."
"Don't push it," she said, cutting into the meat.
They fell into a comfortable silence as Freyja worked, slicing the meat into manageable portions and setting it aside. Tsun watched her for a while before speaking again.
"Tell me about Skyrim," he said.
Freyja paused for a moment, glancing at him. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," Tsun said. "What's it like? What's going on?"
Freyja set down the knife, wiping her hands on a rag before sitting back. Her expression darkened slightly as she thought about his question.
"Skyrim's... a mess," she said finally. "There's a war. The Empire's trying to hold onto the province, but the Stormcloaks want independence. It's tearing the land apart."
Tsun tilted his head. "Stormcloaks?"
"Ulfric Stormcloak," Freyja said, her voice flat. "He's leading the rebellion. Says the Empire betrayed Skyrim when they signed the White-Gold Concordat. Outlawed Talos worship. A lot of people follow him because of that."
"And you?" Tsun asked. "What do you think?"
Freyja hesitated, her jaw tightening. "I think it doesn't matter. People are dying on both sides. Cities are starving. Villages are burned to the ground because they're in the wrong place at the wrong time. The war isn't about freedom. It's about power, like every war."
Tsun's expression turned serious. "Sounds rough."
Freyja's eyes flicked to the fire, her tone growing colder. "You don't know the half of it. I've seen children strung up in trees. Women dragged from their homes and raped in alleyways. Whole families wiped out by disease because no one can afford to take care of the sick. And the ones who survive? They wish they hadn't."
Tsun stayed quiet, letting her words hang in the air.
"The guards don't care," Freyja continued. "They're too busy protecting the rich or fighting each other. And the Jarls? They sit in their palaces, arguing over who's in charge while the rest of us freeze to death."
She leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees. "It's not just the war, either. Skyrim's always been harsh. The cold, the wildlife, the bandits... you fight every day just to stay alive. And now, with the dragons coming back..." She shook her head. "It's only going to get worse."
Tsun absorbed her words in silence, his gaze fixed on the fire. The picture she painted was grim—far worse than anything he'd expected. This wasn't the world he'd imagined, it was broken, bleeding, and desperate.
"Dragons, huh?" he said after a moment, his tone light but thoughtful.
Freyja glanced at him, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "You don't sound scared."
"Should I be?" Tsun asked, raising an eyebrow.
She shrugged. "Maybe. Depends how stupid you are."
Tsun laughed softly, shaking his head. "I guess we'll see once we find one."
"Don't joke about that," she replied before putting the meat on sticks and cooking them over the fire.
As the fire crackled between them, Freyja poked at the embers with a stick, the scent of fresh venison filling the air as the meat cooked over the flames. Tsun leaned back against a log, his arms crossed, staring at the fire but not really looking at it.
"So," Freyja began, breaking the silence, "you don't know much about Skyrim. But what about the rest of the Empire? Cyrodiil? Hammerfell? Morrowind?"
Tsun shrugged. "Can't say I know much about those either. Heard of them, but that's about it."
Freyja frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're a traveler, aren't you? How can you not know about the Empire? It stretches across Tamriel."
"More of a hermit, really," Tsun said, keeping his tone casual.
Freyja smirked, shaking her head. "A hermit who can fight like you and walk through ancient tombs like it's nothing? You're strange, Tsun."
"I get that a lot," he said with a grin.
She tilted her head, her curiosity clearly growing. "Where are you really from?"
Tsun paused, staring into the flames. "It's not that exciting," he said.
Freyja snorted, laughing lightly. "Not exciting? You're superhuman. You don't bleed like normal people, you're strong enough to shatter bone, and you're almost impossible to kill. If that's not exciting, I don't know what is."
Tsun scratched the back of his neck, leaning forward with a slight sigh. He thought for a moment, his mind racing for a believable story. After a few seconds, he spoke.
"I come from an underground village," he said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. "My people lived there for generations. We kept to ourselves, out of sight, away from the surface."
Freyja leaned closer, her interest piqued.
"One of us," Tsun continued, his tone growing darker, "wanted more. He wanted to conquer the surface, to rule over the overworld and everyone on it. We couldn't let that happen. So we fought. All of us."
Freyja's brows furrowed, her expression shifting as the weight of his words sank in.
"In the end," Tsun said quietly, "I was the only one left."
The fire crackled, the silence between them heavy and uncomfortable. Freyja's eyes widened slightly, and she sat back, her grip tightening on the stick in her hand.
"I'm... sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean to bring up something painful."
Tsun gave her a small smile and waved her off. "It was a long time ago. I've made my peace with it."
They sat in silence for a moment, the tension easing slightly as the fire's warmth filled the space. Freyja hesitated before speaking again.
"Are you a Dwemer?" she asked cautiously.
Tsun raised an eyebrow. "What's a Dwemer?"
"They were a race of elves," Freyja said, watching him closely. "They lived underground, just like you said. But they disappeared ages ago. No one knows what happened to them."
Tsun shook his head. "I'm not an elf. I'm more like you than I am to them."
Freyja looked him over, nodding after a moment. "You don't look much like an elf," she admitted. "You're... broader. Taller. Your face doesn't have that sharpness they always talk about."
Tsun chuckled. "Glad to know I don't have a sharp face."
Freyja rolled her eyes but allowed herself a small smile.
The fire crackled again, filling the silence as they both sat in their thoughts. Freyja glanced at him again, her curiosity still lingering but her tone softer. "You really are strange, you know. But... thanks for telling me."
Tsun shrugged, smiling faintly. "Figured you'd keep asking if I didn't."
She smirked, stabbing her stick into the ground. "Yeah, probably."
After a few more minutes of light chatter the meat was finally ready. The meat was ready, its surface browned and glistening from the fire's heat. Freyja carefully pulled it from the makeshift spit she'd set up, using a cloth to keep from burning her fingers. She cut off a generous portion and held it out to Tsun.
"Here," she said simply.
Tsun took the offered meat, glancing at it for a moment. His body didn't crave food the way it once had—he could survive by absorbing living matter—but the thought of doing so in front of Freyja wasn't exactly appealing. He doubted she'd find it... normal. Instead, he bit into the venison, chewing slowly as the smoky flavor spread across his tongue.
"Not bad," he said between bites.
Freyja smirked faintly, carving a piece for herself. "Good thing you caught it, then."
They ate in silence for a while, the crackling fire filling the quiet. Freyja ate her food quickly as it was the first fresh meal she'd had in weeks and not the damn travel rations she'd been given by the Jarl. The meat was so good if a little tough, but she was never much of a cook, regardless she devoured three pieces of it before she was able to stop herself. She'd need to save the rest until they got to Riverwood and could buy more supplies. Freyja wiped her hands on her pants once she was done, setting the remaining meat aside to cool. She stood, stretching her arms over her head, her muscles tensing under her thin tunic.
"I'm going to wash by the river," she said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
Tsun raised an eyebrow. "Is that safe?"
She shot him a look. "I'll be fine. It's not far."
"Alright," Tsun said, watching as she grabbed her dagger and headed into the woods. He stayed by the fire for a moment, the warmth lingering on his skin. His gaze shifted to the shadows where Freyja had disappeared, and a slight grin formed on his face.
"Maybe I should go and make sure she isn't attacked," he muttered to himself.
Having full mastery of his body Tsun was able to lighten his footsteps, he followed her scent before jumping up into a tree silently. Tsun watched from above as Freyja arrived at the river. She set down her things and began to undress. She pulled off her tunic, freeing her large breasts which swayed slightly with the movement; they were topped with big, hard nipples. Her pants slid down her muscular legs, revealing her thick blonde pubic hair and her impressively toned body. Her abs were clearly defined, forming a six-pack, and her ass was not just big but round and muscular, the muscles flexing even as she stood still.
She waded into the river, the cold water making her nipples stand out even more. Freyja scooped water with her hands, splashing it over her face before moving down to her neck. She lathered her hair with water, her hands massaging her scalp, the suds trickling down her back, accentuating the curve of her spine and the roundness of her ass.
Her hands then moved to her breasts, cupping and washing them in slow, deliberate circles, her fingers brushing over her erect nipples. She continued down to her abs, her touch lingering on each muscle, the soap making her skin glisten. Bending over, she gave Tsun an unobstructed view of her ass as she washed her thick, muscular thighs, her hands moving sensually up and down.
Freyja paid special attention to her pubic hair, her fingers combing through it, the water making it stick to her skin, highlighting its texture and thickness. She turned, giving Tsun a full view of her backside as she scrubbed her back, each movement making her muscles ripple.
After rinsing off, she stood in the river, the water running down her sculpted body. She wrung out her hair, droplets cascading over her shoulders, down her breasts, and over her toned stomach. She sat down on the soft grass, her body still damp from the water, her nipples still hard from the chill. She glanced around to ensure she was alone before letting her hand slide down her body. The last few weeks had left her frustrated and tense beyond imagining, she felt so wound up that she might snap in half if she did not do something about it. She began by touching her breasts, squeezing them roughly, her fingers pinching her nipples, which elicited a small, involuntary moan. Her other hand traveled down, past her defined abs, to her thick blonde pubic hair, her fingers parting it to find her clit.
Freyja started to rub herself, her breath hitching as she tried to keep quiet. She bit her lip, but small moans escaped her, the pleasure too intense to completely stifle. Her fingers worked faster, pressing and circling, the sensation making her hips buck slightly. She leaned back, propping herself up with one arm, the other hand now thrusting fingers inside her, matching the rhythm of her clit stimulation. The wet sounds of her arousal were barely audible over her stifled moans, which grew slightly louder as she neared climax. Her muscles tensed, her abs contracting visibly, her large breasts heaving with each breath.
Freyja tried to control her sounds, biting down harder on her lip, but the pleasure was overwhelming; soft, high-pitched moans escaped her, mingling with the gentle rustle of the leaves. Her body shuddered as she came, her moans now a series of quiet, sharp exhales, her face contorted in ecstasy, trying desperately to keep quiet but failing in the thrill of the moment. She slowed her movements, her breathing ragged, as she sat there. After a few minutes she stood up and dried herself with the cloth, taking her time to pat her breasts, trace the lines of her abs, and gently dry between her legs, before slipping back into her clothes.
Tsun, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and lust, quickly scrambled down from the tree and raced back to the campsite, his mind replaying the scene he had just witnessed. He arrived before Freyja, his body still buzzing with desire. He sat down near the fire, trying to regain his composure, but the scent of her arousal lingered in his nose, potent and intoxicating. It was coming from her fingers and subtly between her legs as she returned.
Freyja approached, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes scanning his face. "Is something wrong?" she asked, sensing his unusual demeanor.
"No, nothing," Tsun replied, his voice a little strained as he tried to mask his arousal. "I'm just going to sleep," he added quickly, turning away to hide his reaction, the smell of her still thick in the air.
"Okay," Freyja responded, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity but deciding not to press further. She settled down near the fire, her body still tingling from her recent activity, and shortly after, she too decided to sleep, the night enveloping the campsite in silence, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and their breathing.
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(AN: So our heroes have gotten a little closer, and Tsun hoping to see a little tiddy got more than he bargained for. Speaking of tiddy who should we have him fuck? Like not in a harem kind of way but in a one and done, wham bam thank you ma'am. Ysolda? Carlotta? Adrianne is pretty hot if you have mods anyway. Ummmm Camilla is in Riverwood, is he gonna bang her, he most certainly is. Anyway enjoy me as much as I enjoy you.)
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