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First, we've changed how Kaidan is introduced. His introduction quest, A Bounty for Hunter, will no longer appear automatically in your quest journal. Instead, there will be a couple of ways for the player to start the quest naturally. Players will also notice various quality of life and other immersive changes sprinkled throughout his introduction.

Once you recruit Kaidan, players will notice Kaidan’s idle commentary has been expanded. From remarks on the weather, the player's skills, and various locations, Kaidan will have more to say about the world than ever before. This includes roleplay options for players with 14 new backgrounds, 11 new homelands, and over 30 new religious responses that Kaidan will respond to and helps ensure the character you present to Kaidan reflects who they are.

We have also expanded his commentary during Skyrim’s main quest where Kaidan now has reactions for alternative starts, idles, and conversations tied to major story moments. This includes a before and after conversation from Sovngarde.

Along with the main questline, we are thrilled to introduce unique commentary for Paarthurnax Quest Expansion by Jayserpa! This is a patch that focuses on Kaidan’s morality and his journey of redemption in which Kaidan will have set beliefs that he will hold to, no matter what you decide to do.

Kaidan also now has expanded dialogue for the Companions and College of Winterhold questlines. With these additions to Kaidan’s dialogue, we have also included three new unlockable titles: Thane, Harbinger, and Arch-Mage to Kaidan’s nickname system.

In addition to questline commentary, the Book Review Pack allows Kaidan to provide more commentary on the various books that you may encounter in your journeys across Skyrim. If the book is among those he can comment on, all his responses will be unique to the book given and you can ask him for his thoughts on those books. After completing the mini-quest of collecting the Eslaf Erol series for Kaidan this will unlock Kaidan’s training dialogue! Kaidan will be able to help train you in a handful of combat skills that he himself is proficient in: Archery, Block, Heavy Armor, One-handed, Two-handed, and Stamina! These scenes will also involve unique commentary and sound effects based on player skill.

We have also added new interactions between Kaidan and his horse, Kiai! She will now start her journey as “Horse” until Kaidan gives her the name “Kiai” as Kaidan definitely does not get attached.

Along with this, we now have patchless compatibility with the mod I’m Glad You’re Here with full nickname and title support and responses based on location, progression, and friendship/romance level with Kaidan! When the mod is enabled, the vanilla romantic hugs will be replaced with a custom hug animation— no more vampire hugs! DAR or OAR are required to ensure the custom hug animation works.

Lucien fans rejoice! By popular demand, a patch for Kaidan and Lucien’s banter is now available! All existing banter between them has been fully revoiced with Kaidan’s new voice actor, Paul Warren.

Along with these new expansions, patches, and additions to Kaidan’s integration into Skyrim, we have also included general changes and bug fixes to improve overall quality of life.

You gaze down at the dashing man sprawled on the bed beneath you - your hands flat on his chest, his resting up above his head - drinking in every detail you could by the dim light in your boudoir. Deep-set slate eyes regard you calmly, a slight smirk pulling at his features. You aren't usually the one to be positioned atop, but here you are, straddling his hips in absolutely nothing. Your Templar companion however, remains in just his off-white breeches, which - to your delight - do little to hide what they contain.

The warm candlelight casts deep, long shadows from his sharp cheekbones, the strong Grecian-style nose, and those beautiful lips. God, how you love those lips. They were always soft and supple against yours, always smooth and plush. Silky dark locks peppered with grey fan out across the pillow and spill over one shoulder. The flicker of firelight reflects off the graying strands that originate over his ears, giving the impression that his long black hair is streaked with silver and steel as you card your fingers through its strands. You run your hands appreciatively over his muscular, rounded shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch up beneath his skin whenever he lifts his hands to gently grab your hips. Your hands continue their journey down his chest, caressing the diamond of soft, fine hair that spreads across his pectorals and points down toward his navel, where a smaller patch of hair trails beneath the waistband of his breeches.

“What did I do to deserve you, Haytham…” you murmur dreamily, forever in awe at how fortunate you were to have the Grandmaster's affection, as you plant your hands back on his chest and lean forward, softly pressing your lips to his. He responds with a large hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a more fervent kiss before sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing delicately with his teeth. You make a small, involuntary noise and you can feel his member twitch beneath you, begging to be released from the snug confines of his trousers. You smile against Haytham's mouth, rolling your hips so that you slowly grind yourself against his bulge, enjoying how you can feel his breathing quicken beneath you. You trail your tongue along his lower lip, and he happily opens his mouth to you. As you deepen the kiss, a low sound rumbles through Haytham's chest, and you can feel him continue to swell. When you pull away his gaze follows you, a desperate look painting his typically stoic face. The Grandmaster isn't one to beg you with words, but his eyes plead with you to do more than tease him. You decide it's time to finally oblige.

You slowly unbutton his trousers, keeping your eyes on his face and enjoying how flustered you're capable of making your Grandmaster with very little effort. His breathing hitches slightly as you undo the last button, freeing his already throbbing cock from its former confines. You tenderly run your hand up his remarkably warm length, enjoying the silky skin and taking a moment to admire Haytham's rather impressive endowment. Those piercing grey eyes are dark with arousal, but quickly screw shut when you stroke him languidly, root to tip. His excitement glistens atop the head of his cock, a droplet rolling down his shaft along the path left by a large vein.

Haytham's parted lips and labored breathing tell you of his increasing arousal - if his throbbing cock hadn't - but as you continue to slowly play with and admire his manhood, the narrowing of those dark eyes and the set of his jaw signal impatience brewing. You grin a little. You love teasing him, but you know his willful restraint only goes so far. His leaking cock twitches in your hand, so very warm and begging to be given more attention. You oblige by unmounting the Grandmaster's pelvis, and you begin to shimmy the off-white breeches the rest of the way down his legs - revealing the remainder of his manhood in all its glory. You lean forward just enough to drag your tongue back and forth over the swollen head of his cock, enjoying the salty taste of his arousal. Haytham makes a husky noise of appreciation as you take him into your mouth, and an involuntary buck of his hips quickly pushes his cock against the back of your throat.

A large hand comes up to tangle in your hair, pulling your lips off his manhood suddenly and leaving a tendril of spit from your lower lip to the very tip of his cock. “Not your mouth that I desire tonight,” Haytham murmurs ruggedly, in that intoxicatingly crisp accent of his, though his eyes linger on the drool connecting you to him.

You lazily crawl back atop your Grandmaster's tensely waiting body, hands deftly exploring every inch of hardened muscle and soft skin that you could reach. “Patience is a virtue, my dear,” you drawl, nearly a chuckle in your voice, as you parrot back at him the exact same phrase he had said to you a hundred times during your early training days.

Haytham's eyes narrow and a wry smile spreads languidly over those lovely, full lips. That characteristic low hum of his rumbles through his chest. “Hmmm. That's how you intend to play it, then, dear girl?” He cocks an eyebrow, a dangerous expression forming on that immaculate face. But you hardly notice, past the standard twinge in your core elicited by Haytham's face souring to any degree. Your mind is suddenly full of little else but thoughts of licking and grazing Master Kenway's glossy lower lip - thoughts of snaking your tongue past his teeth and caressing his mouth with yours. It’s no wonder you don’t even see the wheels turning in Haytham's mind as he awaits a response, nor think to brace yourself for what he has next in store for you.

Haytham is a skilled fighter, and extremely knowledgeable in the manipulation of the human body. You know this very well. And yet it always still manages to momentarily surprise you that he could so deftly grasp you by the forearms, hook one of his legs around yours and flip you over like you weighed nothing. It only takes a second to find yourself suddenly beneath him and at his mercy. A smile tugs at Haytham's lips at your wide-eyed expression; he is clearly pleased with the way he always technically has the upper hand. You are in his dominion now, at the mercy of his desires - the heat of his body and his breath bearing on you, and the musk of his increasing arousal impossible to ignore.

Large palms have your wrists pinned to the bed - not enough weight on you to hurt, but more than enough to make it clear that you weren't going anywhere. You twine your legs around his sturdy thighs, allowing you to once again grind yourself languidly against the curve of Haytham's manhood, helping coat the underside of his shaft with your slick.

Haytham's body covers yours thoroughly as he lowers himself onto his elbows. “You thought you were going to be in charge, hmm?” he purrs against your ear, before kissing and sucking with increasing intensity at the tender flesh of your neck. Your eyes flutter shut and you arch your back, pushing the front of your body up into more contact with him. As you move your hips beneath him, Haytham finally gives in.

In one smooth movement, Haytham sinks himself into you. You gasp, legs tightening around his hips to ensure he's buried to the hilt. He gives you a moment to relax around him, his eyes searching your face. Once sure he isn't hurting you, Haytham begins with long, slow strokes. Your back arches once more as the head of his cock drags along every sensitive spot you know, and you pull him down for a desperate kiss. Haytham's tongue wanders your mouth, your lips, your jaw, your neck - your eyes roll into the back of your head as the Grandmaster suckles particularly hard at your neck and you begin to imagine the marks his love will have left on you by tomorrow.

Haytham pulls back suddenly, sliding out of you, and you whimper at his absence. Upright again, a wicked gleam illuminates those stormy grey eyes as he drags the head of his member from the tingling nub at the top of your womanhood down to your entrance. Down, and up - he continues to tease you, watching you become first flustered, then indignant, impatient for him to fill your body once more. The torrid flesh of Haytham's cock feels like a trail of fire against your sensitive folds. You whimper, you whine, you beg - and when you think you simply cannot take another moment of his teasing, he plunges himself back into you. The shock of his entire lengthy member slamming into you ripples up through your stomach like lightning and you cry out. The tip of Haytham's cock bottoms out with every stroke as he takes you with no hesitation, no mercy.

“Is this what you wanted?” Haytham gazes down at you, a small cheeky smile pulling at one side of his lips. “You begged for this.” Large hands grasp your hips to anchor you both as he ruts into you. His pace is quick, but consistent, and every kiss of his cock against the entrance to your womb makes you more and more numb in the head, and less capable of answering your Grandmaster with any of the articulation he was able to maintain.

Though his composure begins to wear thin, his perfect facade cracking. Beads of sweat form at his hairline and roll down his temple. His cheeks flush, and his breathing becomes erratic. Haytham's hips keep their pace though, and before you know it the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach feels as if it will burst. As much as you want to keep looking at Haytham come undone before you, your eyes roll into the back of your head and stay there as lightning shoots up through your core. His name tumbles from your mouth like a mantra as every muscle in your body clenches around him and your back lifts up off the sheets. Your climax wracks your body in a way that only Grandmaster Kenway can cause, bringing him close behind you as you become impossibly tight around his throbbing cock.

Haytham's eyes screw shut and his lips pull back over his teeth in a silent snarl. He drops back down to his elbows, his face only a few inches from yours, his long hair falling on either side of your head. You can feel his stomach muscles knot against you, and those brawny thighs begin to quake as he leans his forehead against your neck. His breath is hot and his hands on your forearms are tight. He swells and quivers within you, and with a final guttural moan that vibrates against your chest, Haytham buries himself to the hilt in a last harsh thrust. Your legs stay clenched around his hips, locking Haytham in place as his warmth fills you with each rhythmic pulse of his cock, until his seed is beginning to overflow past his swollen shaft and onto both you and the sheets.

Your mind is numb and floaty in the intensity of your afterglow as Haytham slowly unentwines his body from yours. His seed seeps quicker from between your thighs, and you immediately miss the fullness that the size of his member offered once he's withdrawn himself. He settles next to you, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath, and nuzzles against the crook of your neck. You adore these moments, the quiet intimacy of this powerful, stoic man still wanting to be in contact with you. There were many occasions where he would have left you in bed, washed and dressed enough to return to whatever esoteric work had him leaned over a desk, silently brooding in deep thought or reading and writing by firelight. Not this time. His arm wraps around your waist and holds you snugly to him. His breath is warm on your collarbone, and you hear it begin to slow. He's already snoring softly when you plant a kiss on his head, breathing in the smell of his steel-streaked hair, and murmuring “I love you.” He didn't wake; he never did in these moments, and it was just as well since you did not truly expect him to return the sentiment. At least not in so many words. A lady could hope. But for now this is enough.