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Chapter 2: The Second Chapter. (AN: I tried)

Groaning and cracking open my eyes, I winced at the light coming down and the feel of a breeze on my naked skin.

'Damn, drank too much last night.'

Raising a hand to my eyes and rubbing them, I felt a weight on my chest and looked down to see a certain curtain of black hair draping over a tapestry of beautiful dark skin.

'Damn, I drank the right amount last night.'

I changed my mind without an ounce of shame.

The women, Aisha as she said before, was practically purring in content while attached to my chest squeezing me with a considerable amount of strength.

'A normal man would have been pulp by now.' The main reason I wasn't pulp was thanks to my personal version of the Ironflesh spell that never stopped running. Probably the main reason I was still alive to this day, having figured out how to use my internal mana to keep the spell going 24/7.

Looking around, I winced at the destruction.

Fallen trees, pits in the earth, cracked boulders, a rubber chicken, and to my surprise, an additional two dark skinned bodies strewn around.

'Weren't those the two girls following Aisha around? Damn, what the fuck did I drink and where can I get more of that?'

A groan from my chest brought me back to the moment as Purple eyes cracked open to look at me.

There was a moment of silence as we locked eyes before she hummed appreciatively.

"Mnn~ Morning handsome."

Her voice still held that alluring and husky tone to it.

"Morning beautiful."

She smirked and reached up with her arms to wrap around my neck while sliding herself up my chest to reach my head for a kiss.

Our lips locked in a gentle but passionate kiss for a minute before she broke it off and play bit at my chin.

"Heh had a good night?"

"Oh~ it was Puurfect."

I ran my hands gently over her back as she rested her head under my chin and thought about the night before.

The rift I came through spilled out Deadric abominations that followed me, some I recognized and others were probably from far off realms, but in the end nothing at the level of Dremora Lord level or above came through.

I was exhausted from the trip through the void but it's not as if it was my first time fighting for my life while at the edge of unconsciousness. That's what potions are good for.

Of course, the more you rely on them, the harder you will crash later but that's beside the point.

It took an hour or so before space was restored and I had to rely more on my swordsmanship than magic with my reserves so low but that wasn't an issue.

It was an interesting eye opener to see how the adventurers around handled things.

No lives were lost albeit quite a few injuries popped up and I was generous with potions considering it was my own fault for the rift.

They were quite experienced adventurers, similar to the Companions but not as united or ruthless.

But what I really noticed was simply how off balanced they all were.

Some were strong but slow, others fast but weak, and the mages took time to chant and wasted mana with large attacks that had no diversity.

It was slightly appalling all in all, but none of them were greenhorns. They played to their strengths and covered their weakness's so I can't say they weren't effective.

It was just weird in a way. Even in Skyrim while we have different builds we aren't THAT off balance.

It was only after the battle while we sat around bonfires and I paid in gold for everyone's drinks that I understood the situation.

I was in Danmachi.

It took me a bit to figure that out, it had been decades since I last thought of anime but I had thankfully written a journal in my youth to write down things from my first life and anime was part of it. Mostly because of fanfiction and the ideas of Isekai being similar to my current situation.

It's not like I knew much of any details, but I got the general gist.

Dungeon, Falna, Gods, different races, Orario, monsters, Adventurers.

In a weird way, it's very different and not all that different from Skyrim. Same time period type of stuff and I'm used to the insanity of mages and adventurers.

I did grill them for details and understood the gist of things. They had questions of their own but I twisted things to make sense for them.

I was in a dungeon somewhere else in the world and got sucked into an ancient portal trap and wound up here chased by monsters from that dungeon.

That got some good laughs and no one else really cared more than that.

Well, everyone aside from a certain Amazoness.

Aisha had went wild like a berserker panther into the monster horde.

I kept up with her and helped restrain and distract beasts for her to hunt but the more it went on the more wild she got.

It's unfortunate that I was so familiar with her type of woman.

A shiver went down my spine at that thought as a certain wolf huntress stalker came to mind.

'She can't find me here right? Right?'

Ah my luck isn't that good. She doesn't give up that easily. I have the scars to prove it.

Shaking that thought off, I went back to recalling the night.

Aisha was an artful warrior in a wild and animalistic way that attracts me in a very annoying way.

She constantly twirled around me laughing wildly and cutting apart monsters while managing to brush up against me like a large panther before taking off again.

When the rift finally closed my vision was overcome by a curtain of black hair and slit purple eyes as I got pinned to the earth and had my mouth invaded.

It took me close to ten minutes to peel her off and restrain her with layers of ash shells to get her off and even then she didn't calm down till I gave her a promise and her friends whispered something to her before she reigned herself in.

Even with that though, she didn't move more than ten feet away from me and was eyeing me like a juicy steak for the night.

Thankfully she was still pleasant conversation as we sat by a fire with others and exchanged tales or information.

There was a lot of drinks going around and many cheers of something like good Falna experience from many of them but it was all good and fun.

"I remember the beginning and middle of the night but the ending eludes me."

She chuckled and lightly scratched my chest with a sharp fingernail.

"Oh~? You mean you don't remember our fun~?"

At her tone I could tell saying no wouldn't be wise but I didn't have to.

Reaching further down, I cupped her bountiful ass with a bit of force and heard her growl.

"Ha! The divine couldn't part me with THAT memory. Your sensuality is sinful and unforgettable even through my haze. I meant how we got from town to here."

She turned her had to rest her chin on my chest and I saw the smirk on her face as she play bit me.

"Heh, I think I might just keep you. And I believe the fault is yours hun, those drinks of yours really had some kick to them."

I blinked at that and groaned when a buried memory hit me of me pulling out bottles from my storage space.

"Fuck. I really hope I didn't waste my good stuff on a drunken night."

She hummed and kissed where she bit my chest.

"I think you said it was called Black something? Briar perhaps."

I winced at that but shrugged.

"Ah… well that's fine I guess. Not my best stuff but still not cheap. Any chance you recall just how much I took out?"

She smirked at me.

"A couple crates."

"Fuck me."

"Gladly~."

I deadpanned at her but she just smiled cheekily so I smacked her ass.

"Down girl."

"You sure about that? I think someone's excited to see me."

She tightened her thighs around my growing manhood and I groaned at the feel of her soft but strong flesh.

"I wouldn't be a man if I didn't react in this situation you sinful creature."

"I didn't hear a no~."

I just chuckled and shook my head while running a hand through her hair.

"What should we do with your friends?"

Her brow twitched as she followed my gaze to the two unconscious but blissfully smiling Amazons.

"Forget those bitches."

I chuckled at her tone.

"I thought they were your friends?"

"Hmmm something like that. Amazoness's are territorial and I had claim on you last night. They joined in anyway but they know who to submit to."

"Oh? Are you the uh…what was the word… ah, captain of your Familia?"

She grimaced and spat in response.

"Hell no. The captain is a troll of a female. It pains me to consider that thing human. I'm the vice-captain but since we are both level 5, she can't do shit to me."

(AN: Yeah, I changed stuff you anal Danmachi fans, deal with it. Kekekeke~ *evil stereotype villain laugh*)

"I see, level 5 huh? That's impressive."

I quickly ran through the info in my head and understood the power scale. Level 5 was already the upper echelons of the city with around a hundred and twenty or so people, level 6 were the top tier with around ten to twenty people, and only one level 7 was known of at the moment.

'Thank you informative drunks.'

She scoffed and slapped my chest lightly.

"Whats impressive is you stallion. Handsome, charming, and best of all you didn't break or show fear, now that's a real prize and rarity."

I rose a brow at that.

"Oh? I thought there were plenty of level 5's around?"

She shrugged and after a moment of contemplation she answered with some details.

"A handful sure but of various races and situations. That doesn't mean I find them attractive. My Familia runs the red light district but that doesn't mean I'm a casual whore.

I run the information network more or less and I'll pick up people who interest me every now and then but even then, they are usually weaker than me.

Amazoness's can't control themselves when we fight or fuck so we take drugs to weaken ourselves so as not to kill our partner.

It dulls the senses and takes away the vast majority of the enjoyment but at least it scratches that itch you know?

Once an amazoness finds someone that can match or defeat them and deem them worthy, we can let loose and get their seed before heading back to our homeland to raise a child.

That's why we run the red light district.

But I cared more about fighting for a while and by the time I realized I was level 5, there wasn't any men I found worthy.

Just toys to have fun with."

Her hands pressed into the ground to the sides of my head and she hovered over me with a predatorial look.

"Last night was the first time I truly let loose. You're the first man to fuck and dominate me at my best and you're not even bruised."

The ground began cracking beneath her force as her eyes practically glowed.

"Ah, I've had my own experiences my dear."

"Oh I'm sure~, I smell another's scent on you quite strongly, someone marked you, but who cares. I don't care where you come from, who you have around, or who you really are. Fuck me like you did last night, fight with me like you did yesterday, and I'm yours~."

She practically growled her words at the end and her core rubbed strongly against my length.

Still, I met her eyes and rose a hand to her cheek as the other rested on her back.

"A bit forward aren't you?"

Her smirk was full of sharp teeth and an animalistic sheen and fuck me if that wasn't a seriously worrying turn on for me.

"I know what I like and I take what I want. Hesitation is how prey die."

She leaned back and impaled herself much to both of our growls.

"Fuck your tight."

"Damn straight stud, you gonna fuck me or lay there like a dead fish?"

I reached up and kissed her roughly while grabbing her throat as she growled and moaned into my mouth before I looked around the clearing with my eye and saw the two girls twitch.

Breaking away from the kiss, I questioned.

"Perhaps a more secluded space if you wish to keep those two away. Somewhere with water would be good."

She smiled widely and wrapped her legs around my waste pinning herself in place and wrapped an arm around my neck while pointing in a direction with her other arm.

"That way, all the way to the wall. And don't you dare stop fucking me."

"Wouldn't dream of it dear."

Rising up, I began one of the more difficult and challenging sprints of my life, and that's saying something considering the fucked up things I've ran from in my years in Skyrim, but I've faced harder challenges before.

Aisha was insatiable and made a game of things.

Pushing me up against tree's, kicking me off and tempting me to chase her, forcing us to roll through the grass and dirt.

By the time I reached the wall and the slightly hidden pool, we were covered in more dirt than we started out with but the heat had only gone up.

She practically threw me in the water and dive bombed me before I could regain the initiative and go on the attack by pinning her against the wall of the pool.

There was no other way to explain the next few hours other than two predators mating.

The poor hidden pool was torn up and even the bottom of the pool wasn't left alone. Thank the divines for water breathing spells.

By the time we were done we just floated there catching our breath.

Me on my back and her laying across me with her head on my stomach and giving off the most carefree laugh I've heard from anyone before.

"Hehehahaha you see Hayle, that is why I'm staking my claim. I've never felt this satisfied before. I didn't know I could feel this satisfied before."

I shook my head in amusement.

"It's not as if I'm not highly attracted Aisha but a relationship cannot be solely focused on sex. It would have no meaning or purpose outside of lust."

She hummed at that.

"And what about the other who marked you?"

I winced at that.

"Ah… she is a uniqu…no, she is quite similar to you in a way actually. I never truly agreed to a commitment and she knows that but she also knows I'm highly attracted to her and similar to you, she takes what she wants. I guess you could say I've been putting off thinking about it with work back home."

"And are there others?"

I shook my head with a chuckle.

"No. If you're asking how many I laid, I neither know the number nor wouldn't say if I did but I have never made any commitments. Nights of fun and splendor before moving on the next morning. They knew that, it's not my style to lie or cheat.

Put off making a choice? Perhaps, but I believe one must get to know another before committing time and energy to something as special as a relationship. A lay is fun and harmless…as long as your careful and act with consent…"

She laughed at that.

"But I find relationships quite sacred. Once you make the commitment, it should stick. No matter the sexual preference or numbers of equally agreed on partners, you should stick by them through thick and thin, without lies or deception, only that way may one get to know another.

If it doesn't click, you can move on without harm as friends or strangers. If it does click, take them as your wife, or wives, or husband, or husbands."

"It sounds so simple when you put it like that."

"Ah but it is simple. We just make it feel more complex than it has to be. Too much prejudice clouding the mind."

"Hm, perhaps."

A comfortable silence settled over the clearing as they floated in the ruined pool.

There was work to be done, things to get situated, and people to meet. But for now, they simply floated together in peaceful bliss.

*Line Break*

The journey up to the surface was an interesting one.

Aisha had to head down into the dungeon for a material quest, and the two of us split of great terms. Nothing was truly committed in the end, but Aisha warned me that trying to run from her wasn't going to work out so well for my health.

Strangely, I could have sworn I heard those exact words from a certain wolf huntress before.

'Ignoring that for the moment.'

I was so used to Skyrim style dungeons, full of undead, spiderwebs, more undead, giant spiders, Falmer, and even those few places with the exploding and hopping spiders of doom made by an insane mage.

Ironically, that mage was not a member of the college.

This dungeon just seemed… tame?

Almost friendly in comparison to what I was accustomed to. The entire aura felt like going on some kind of adventure rather than diving into ancient tombs of death and decay. Or the occasional Dwemer dungeon full of death seeking traps and automatons.

Basically really bad places for the weak of mind…and body. And soul is some cases actually.

This dungeon almost felt like a game.

Sure the monsters sometimes made hordes, and sure I could tell how a much younger version of me would probably struggle with many of them, but to my older and experienced self, it wasn't much.

I mean, I was thirty five years old at this point.

Which to be fair, isn't all that much in Skyrim's twisted way of thinking for mages. Mages tended to live much longer lives than non-mage's.

If they didn't die for some freak reason of course, which happens at least 50% of the time.

So for a Redguard like me with an expert level, almost master level, alteration path, I would live at least two hundred years without having to do anything else.

And that number would grow with my mana pool's size.

So while I was thirty five, I only really looked twenty.

There was actually a running joke in the college about how old Tolfdir really was to actually LOOK as old he did.

And if you were an elven mage? Psh, you would have to guess their age by the century. That one dude, Divayth Fyr, was apparently over four thousand years old.

'How old did that make Faralda to have those frighteningly anaconda like muscles…. No, stop it brain. Erase. Erase.'

Either way, mages lived a long natural lifespan, many of whom find other ways to extend their vitality over the course of their long lives.

So I was still a young bird by my worlds standards. A pretty large and powerful bird for my age, but still young.

It helped to travel around with fates beloved child, surviving all the crap thrown their way that only ONE of them was guaranteed to live through, unlike my unfortunate ass.

'I experienced more combat in three years traveling with that fucker than many of the master mages in the college had participated in for their lifetimes.'

It was like the world was using him to clean up a bunch of shit that got piled up. A glorified janitor.

But a janitor with perks.

Being around so much danger evolved my skills to a different level. While still not mastery, as I didn't have the mana pool or aura usage to be considered one for magic or swordsmanship, I learned new ways to use my alteration spells to stay alive and be useful.

Like how I can keep Ironflesh cast all day, even while sleeping, by keeping the magic internal. Which is incredibly useful when a passing skeever thinks your leg looks tasty. Or when very 'wild' women want to use you as a body pillow.

Or how instead of simply breathing under water, I could walk on water.

Each magic path was a diverse one, and nothing was truly set in stone, with many crossing borders in their advanced stages.

It's basically like real life modding the existing spells. They still count as the same spell but altered.

'Heh, I altered an alteration spell. There is a joke there.'

Outside of learning numerous useful ways to adapt my spells, I also managed to acquire a good few trinkets along the way.

The dragonborn finds danger as often as he finds treasure. And also somehow just as easily loses treasure. Either by returning them to their old owners for money, having it taken by old owners for no money, or by selling them to make money to buy other stuff.

So I was well off gold wise, but more than that, I actually found stuff I could use. Because while I've spent decades making specifically katana's in a forge, I was absolute shit at enchanting, potion making, or smithing anything other than katana's.

So I had to buy or find anything that helped with alteration spells. Enchantments to reduce spell costs as well as enchantments to boost spell effects.

Not as common as it was in a game, and much more expensive. It was easier to try your luck in a tomb.

And as for finding Katana's well… no one in Skyrim forged them. In all of three years traveling around with the magnet of fortune and misfortune, I found three. One of which I couldn't even use.

Harkon's blade, wielded by the arrogant jackass vampire noble with impeccable table manners, with all the…blood…everywhere and stuff, had a badass sword. However, it only worked for vampires and was otherwise just a hunk of metal that kept trying to stab and drink your blood through the pommel.

Wonderful addition, truly. The dragonborn just handed it to me with a smile. It's not leaving my storage space.

The second was actually very useful, getting Dragonbane, a katana with extinct enchantments to harm dragons. That was my go to blade every time a dragon dropped from the FUCKING sky like a god damn kamikaze pilot on a random ass Tuesday at like nine in the morning. Damn savages.

And the last was another useful one, Bolar's Oathblade. A sword found literally when the dragonborn went to take a piss and came across the grave.

The sword did stamina damage to anyone struck, which was nice since it ended fights with a lot less blood and pain.

All other swords were made by my own hands. Only two of which could surpass the ancient katana's in quality.

The grades for weapons were as follows: Fine . Superior . Exquisite . Flawless . Epic . Legendary.

The greatest swords I ever forged being the blade I forged during my graduation from my clan, and during my graduation as an expert alteration mage. Those two reached Epic grade in quality and were my main swords for combat.

All others ended as flawless no matter how many times I tried.

'*sigh*, how many has it been now? Hundreds? Thousands? Why is it so hard to push beyond flawless.'

I grumbled to myself and moved to finish off some monsters in my way, collecting their magic stones as I moved along.

'Maybe I should join that smithing goddess? What was her name…. gah, it's been too long. Skyrim messed with my mythology knowledge. But to be fair, it's not like I ever expected to leave that world.'

To be honest, I didn't really know what I was supposed to do. I had a whole life built in Skyrim, well, kind of.

I had….I was supposed to….

I stopped short in my walk and put a hand to my chin.

"Wait a second… what exactly did I have back there. An insane college full of to be fair, very amusing, if not batshit insane mages. A guy who is kinda, sorta, my best friend, who is also the poster child of fate and had put my life in as much risk as saved it. Multiple untouchable godly beings who know me by name and face thanks to being involved with said friend. A pretty dangerous reputation, also due to said friend… considering all the things we killed and dealt with.

Hm, now that I look at it….why would I want to go back?"

I thought about it. I really thought about it. All the danger, all the gods playing with the world, all the abomination animals, all the insane people, all the fucked up weather.

There was something to love about it all, but at the same time there wasn't.

"Well, there is Aela but she will probably find me before I find her, so I don't think I should worry about that."

I didn't even bother writing her off. It was inevitable.

I nodded to myself once, then twice, then a third time.

"Yeah, in the ten minutes it took me to think about this logically. Fuck Skyrim and fuck Tamriel." A large smile grew on my face as I moved along, whistling a happy tune.

I was in a new world, and I wanted to make the most of it.

Before something comes to try and drag me back to that wholesome hell spawn of a world.

I froze mid-step. 'Please don't let that be a flag.'

*Line Break*

A certain wolfy huntress listened calmy as a bruised and beaten noble dragonborn explained exactly what he did to her chosen mate.

She already took her pound of flesh from the fool. She knew he didn't do it on purpose, he was far to noble and stupid for that.

But that didn't mean she wasn't furious. Calm but furious.

She couldn't lose her composure now. Her mate needed her. She had to find him.

It was time to hunt some big game and make an offering to her patron god, she needed his blessing to find her prey.

For there was nothing the god of the hunt loved more than seeing a worthy hunt.

And an alpha female searching for her runaway mate was one worthy since time immoral.

Whether the male accepted or not was not their concern. The god was always amused.

Chapter end.