I Fell into a Gay Video Game Ch. 09

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

This work will continue to feature themes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sexual scenarios. All characters are 18 years or older.

Chapter 9: Royal Pain (Part 6)

PREVIOUSLY...

Wrenching myself free abruptly, I slipped on the sheets and fell backward into the waiting dark. The air vibrated as I was freefalling, growing more and more insistent. A notification window hung in front of me, the only light I could see.

[LEE CALLING...]

NOW...

Scrubbing my skin harshly, I took a cold shower first thing in the morning to make sure my lust stayed in check. I dressed in a dark green, strapless bodysuit that rode up my ass in the back but was layered in the front in a way to hide the outline of my genitals. It was embroidered with white and red roses along the breast-line. The thigh-high white stockings I wore were supported by green garters connected to the bodysuit. Tulle sleeves slid up my limbs to sit snugly on my upper arm, disconnected from the other fabric. As a finishing touch, I was fastened with a matching, thick collar.

[SUEDE COLLAR EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

[SUEDE STRAPLESS THONG BODYSUIT EQUIPPED: +4 SEX APPEAL]

[TULLE SLEEVES EQUIPPED: +0 SEX APPEAL]

[THIGH-HIGH STOCKINGS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

[SUEDE 3" HEELS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

The luncheon was being held in the emperor's private dining quarters. He'd called it a small affair, but a dozen dukes and duchesses were present, and a handful of counts and countesses, near as I could tell. The one who stood out above the others in the crowd wasn't the emperor or prince, but a regal, white-haired woman in her late fifties.

It wasn't just her insignia, a black sea dragon rising from the ocean, that gave her away. The Grand Duchess of the South, Lady Callida, had an unmistakably intimidating presence. A lifetime of battling sea monsters and demons that crawled forth from the watery depths would do that to a person.

She regarded me coolly as I entered, making me feel exposed and immodest compared to the other guests in the room. Between her and the other crests in the room that I could see, it appeared that everyone present had yet to officially throw their support behind either candidate for heir. Genitor was trying to court their favor for his son.

Hubriste approached, eyeballing me hungrily. I was thankful he had the sense not to take me then and there. Everyone went to their designated seats at the emperor's signal. He sat at the head of the table with Hubriste to his right and Grand Duchess Callida to his left. I was on the other side of my prince.

Hubriste didn't wait for his father to finish the toast he was giving before he was discreetly pawing at my thighs under the table. Using just his pointer fingernail, he scratched at my clit until it hardened under his attention. Forcing my expression to remain calm and my focus on the emperor, I listened to the old man go on and on about how great his son was. Chivalrous, dutiful, and dedicated were not words I'd personally ever use to describe the man I'd come to know--unless he meant dedicated to self-indulgence.

"My son, being such a brilliant young man, has made declaring my heir an exceedingly difficult task, as everyone gathered here should well know. Tradition dictates one child, my conscience the other," he stroked his beard thoughtfully.

Some of the more obsequious types at the table nodded and vaguely agreed with their ruler. The grand duchess remained silent. Hubriste stimulated my urethra through the suede fabric.

"I've decided on a competition to help settle the matter. In a week's time, an Imperial Hunt is to be held in the southern wilds. Everyone here will participate. On the third evening, you'll return to the campgrounds and present your quarry to the candidate you support as my heir." Genitor laid a hand on Hubriste's arm in a none-too-subtle gesture. Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE +5]

"Of course," Genitor went on. "My children will also be participating, leading their own hunting parties. I expect the claimant with the most impressive prize will be the one to warrant your favors." He was all but telling the room that he expected them to support Hubriste.

Good news for me. The Foundation Ball was just the start of making Hubriste the crown prince; this Imperial Hunt must be the finisher.

"It's a dangerous time for a hunt, Your Imperial Majesty," Lady Callida interjected politely. "Sea dragons are in their hatching season, so they're exceedingly active and territorial, especially in the Perilous Waters. That's driving more semi-aquatic demons onto our shores, which in turn is upsetting the local monster populations."

"Yes, well, I trust you to see to that as your family always has," the emperor replied stiffly, unhappy with her interruption. "It is, after all, why you're a Grand Duchy, in fact."

"... Of course, Your Imperial Majesty," she replied neutrally.

While each person was served their own plump, orange-gold roasted pheasant, Hubriste tormented me under the table. It was distracting and nerve-wracking to think we might be found out by people who actually mattered, even as I salivated at the scent of the meal. I delicately picked at my food, unsure which mood regarding my eating habits Hubriste was in. Was I too skinny today, or could I be smaller?

Still, I managed to contribute to the conversation all afternoon, even earning a polite nod from Lady Callida for suggesting Hubriste was interested in increasing patrols for demonic activity along the southern coastline. I couldn't help but notice that the women present, while eating politely, were consuming their fills. Taking their example, I ate energetically, annoyed that I'd been made to go hungry so long at the prince's whim.

The guests stood to leave as the luncheon came to an end, but Genitor and Hubriste stayed seated. I followed their lead and remained sitting where I could hide my arousal. When only the three of us remained in the room, Genitor rose and spoke.

"I've got men releasing large brown bears throughout the wilds." He unrolled a map on the table before us as servants cleared dishes and leftover food. The prince stood to join his father. "They'll be heavily sedated and won't move far from where they're dropped. If you navigate your party well, you should be able to harvest half a dozen at minimum before the hunt ends." The emperor pointed to various spots marked on the parchment clustered to the northwest of where they were planning the campgrounds.

"Very well, then. How will hunting grounds be determined? If we're not careful, that advantage could fall to that harlot," Hubriste pointed out.

"We'll leave the decision to the Saintess! It will look more like the will of Intacta when you win." They looked at me expectantly. "Come over here and have a look at the map, Lady Saintess," Genitor said exasperatedly when I didn't rise fast enough.

Covering my crotch with my hands crossed in front of me, I approached the royals. I stood an arm's length away from them and peered over from there, not wanting to get too close and be discovered.

Hubriste seemed amused by my awkwardness. That is, until his dear old dad planted a fat hand on my exposed ass cheek to push me closer towards the table, giving it a hefty squeeze while he was at it. I jumped, unused to being manhandled by anyone but the prince, who frowned at what he was seeing.

"It's not only her dancing that puts your mother to shame," Genitor laughed, tightening his hold on my rump.

"Father..." Hubriste warned.

"Now, now, son," his fingertips moved ever so slightly closer to my crack. I was frozen in place, afraid to trigger Hubriste to react in a way that would ruin all my progress. "I notice you guard her quite jealously. And why not? Such a coveted treasure ought to be properly safeguarded," he began moving his hand in leisurely circles while his free hand stroked his beard. "But surely you wouldn't begrudge your father... a taste?" Ding!

[EMPEROR GENITOR HAS MADE HIS MOVE.]

[OPTION 1: WAIT AND TRUST PRINCE HUBRISTE TO HANDLE THE SITUATION.]

[OPTION 2: INTERJECT THAT YOU ARE SPECIFICALLY THE PRINCE'S TREASURE. NO ONE ELSE'S.]

My only choice was to let Hubriste handle it, with the second choice greyed out. I could only pray that he kept control of himself and had a measured response in the face of his father making a move on his paramour. Holding my breath, I selected OPTION 1.

"You're putting me in a difficult position, Father..." Displeasure on his face, the prince ran his hands through his hair in frustration, sighing loudly. Unease crept up on me at his indecision. I'd worried about his temper--I didn't think he'd consider sharing me!

"I'll not have it said I'm an undutiful son. But her mouth is all I'll offer. In the interest of continuing our bloodline uninterrupted, her cunt is mine alone. On that, I won't budge."

"As expected of my boy," Genitor chortled, moving his hand off my ass to stroke up my back and settling his meaty hand on my bare shoulder. He exerted enough pressure to let me know he expected me on my knees.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

Astonished at the turn of events, I could only stare in stunned silence until the force of the automated controls also settled on my shoulders, pushing me down. Hubriste smiled and nodded at me reassuringly.

This motherfucker was really pimping me out to avoid upsetting his father? I would have expected to get fucked in front of the old man, but that's as far as it should have gone based on my experiences up to that point. He'd cut off the cocks of two men for cumming on my face, for crying out loud! But there I was, on my knees in front of the aged emperor while he fully dropped his trousers, exposing his erect meat.

Good looks weren't the only thing Hubriste had gotten from his father. Genitor's cock matched his son's in size and coloring, though he was less veiny, had no curve to the tip, and featured a thick bush of grey hair.

'It's just a blowjob,' I reassured myself. 'I've been passing out blowjobs like candy since I was in my late teens--I love giving head!'

Right, I could let myself pretend I was with some Grindr hookup. I couldn't always put in the effort for a full fuck if I was feeling tired after work or a session at the gym, so mutual head or even simply jerking off with a hard cock in my mouth used to make me feel so good and hot.

Putting away my discomfort and anger, like packing them in a mental suitcase to stow away for another time, I went to work.

Starting with his engorged balls, I licked and sucked at his scrotum, pulling a testicle in my mouth to roll over my tongue and burying my face in his groin. He smelled like musk and the faintest trace of mint soap. Moaning lightly as I switched between his gentlemen, I swapped one ball for another to keep the sensations even as the emperor ran his fingers through my silky, dark hair.

"Oh yes, there's a good girl," Genitor cooed as I moved from his scrotum to the root of his cock. His dick weighed heavily on my face while I suctioned my mouth along the base, rapidly flitting my tongue tip over his flesh. Moving up his shaft in long, wet licks, I stopped shy of his purple helmet, intentionally neglecting the head as I lavished attention on his shaft. His moans heightened on the last sensual stroke upward, teasing his pisshole with the end of my tongue before enveloping his glans in my hot mouth. "Oooh, yes! She's MUCH better at this than Ioanna ever was!"

"All do respect, Father, I'd rather not hear you compare my woman to my mother," Hubriste said dryly.

He kneeled behind me, massaging the globes of my ass, pulling them far apart to reveal the strip of suede covering my puckered hole. Annoyance stirred in me. It was harder for me to pretend this was a standard hookup with Hubriste at my backdoor. Harder to ignore the fact that I was reduced to a living sex doll to be pimped out for an entitled prince's claim to a stupid crown.

Shoving those feelings down, I tried to focus on slurping the rod before me, massaging down the shaft with my tongue and lips. I swallowed his head far into my throat and buried my nose in his grey pubes, his hairy, wet balls pressing to my chin.

At my rear, Hubriste pushed away the thong to spit on my rosebud, a sensation I was used to by then, but at that moment, just put me further on edge. I was busy holding my breath while I worked the emperor's shaft with my gullet. Humming, swallowing, and slobbering around his imperial staff, I determinedly ignored the fingers that were working spit into my hole as lubricant.

[LUST: (★★★★/☆☆☆☆☆☆)]

When he forced his bulb into my waiting pussy, I grunted in discomfort, still too dry and cleaned out to make the entrance smooth, and Hubriste was producing noticeably less precum than he typically did.

Whether he was particularly interested in fucking or just wanting to claim what was his in the face of his father's trespassing, he persisted. It was uncomfortable, bordering on painful, as he slowly pushed his way into my guts. If I hadn't been so accustomed to being used, I'd be screaming into the cock in my mouth. Instead, I groaned in satisfaction as his pelvis came to rest against me, pushing my guiche piercing tight to my perineum. My clit was engorged and twitching under the suede fabric constraining me.

[LUST: (★★★★★/☆☆☆☆☆)]

I withdrew far enough on Genitor's cock to take deep breaths through my nose, bobbing my head up and down as I did so. Hubriste was picking up speed, creating a persistent friction inside me. The junction of my colon resisted him, my body too tense to allow him easy entry.

Crack! I gagged on the cock in my throat for the first time in over a week, choking as the shock from Hubriste's sudden smack on the ass almost made me bite down. "Woah, there!" Genitor exclaimed, feeling the brush of my teeth and grabbing a fistful of my hair to forcibly wrench me off his manhood. Crack!

I yowled as Hubriste rained blows down on my ass, gripping the emperor's calves. I tensed more with every strike, my body a taut wire, whimpering in masochistic pleasure. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! He rapid-fire struck me until my eyes were filled with unshed tears, and I was breathing heavily.

[LUST: (★★★★★★/☆☆☆☆)]

When he finally stopped, my body stayed tight, waiting for additional blows. My skin was on fire. It wasn't until his hands gently caressed me that I felt myself relax and open wide, allowing him to pop his cockhead into the bend of my colon. I moaned at the burning fullness in my guts.

Genitor impatiently swung his prick at my mouth. Gobbling him down back into my throat until my lips were pressed to the root of his cock, I slipped my tongue out of my maw to lick at his scrotum, eliciting an excited "Oooh!"

Hubriste was humping his hips just enough so that his cockhead was popping in and out of the bend of my colon, dominating my organs and driving me back and forth in small motions on the cock in my mouth. The short, aggressive pistoning into my dry insides as Hubriste spit-roasted me made me cross my eyes in delightful discomfort.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★/☆☆☆)]

Genitor had been content to let me control the pace up to that point, but he grew impatient and excited at the sight of his son fucking my reddened ass. "You're a horny bitch, aren't you? A delicious whore meant for cock," he taunted, making me feel dirty and worthless.

He grabbed me by the sides of my head and held me in place. Starting slow, he eased himself in and out of my mouth a few times, getting his rhythm going before picking up the pace. I opened up my throat to accommodate his assault, letting him face fuck me with increasing enthusiasm. He got to a bruising force, fucking into my open gullet while drool dripped out of the corners of my mouth.

The sensation of being fucked from both ends threatened to overwhelm my brain with cock. At first, they were erratically battering into me on each side, but as they continued, they fell into sawing motions, pushing me back and forth into each other's fervent strokes so that as one entered, the other was almost exiting me. Hubriste's precum slowly eased the burning in my cunt to a feeling of slippery goodness despite his angry thrusts.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★/☆☆)]

Both men's movements became more urgent. Falling into the same timing, they thrust into me in unison, exuberantly pumping me until I thought I'd fold like an accordion. Hubriste was the first to cum, pulling out of my pussy and finishing copiously on my asscheeks and lower back. Genitor swelled more at the sight. Burying his meat in my esophagus, he ejected his seed into my stomach, far less than his son deposited. A trail of cum on my tongue as he withdrew was pungent and tasted awfully bitter.

I stayed on my hands and knees, staring at the floor, processing how used I felt and trying not to focus on my clit, pulsing with need. Hubriste dragged me to my feet and made me look at the map, pointing out the region I was to select for the hunt. His casual touch was more offensive than it had been in ages, I had to stop myself from recoiling. Face frozen in a doll-like smile, I nodded and agreed to their plans until I was excused.

I wasn't even entirely sure why I was so bothered as I stalked silently back to my rooms with Flos in tow. Blood flowed when Hubriste was upset and up to that point, it had upset him when another man put hands on me. After what had transpired with the sons of houses Malum and Cerasum, I'd thought the prince violent and easily angered, but had also felt... not protected exactly. Reassured, in a way.

But, so much for that.

And if it happened once, chances were decent I'd see a repeat. My shoulders were tight like I wanted to hit something. Irritated with myself as much as I was with the situation, I snapped when Flos tried to hand me a drink. Snatching the crystal chalice from her, it left my hands before I'd even formed a coherent thought, shattering against the wall and shocking both of us into a long moment of silence.

Embarrassed, I apologized to Flos and helped clean it up, though she protested and tried to stop me. I felt juvenile. I hadn't thrown something or punched a wall since I was in my early twenties and got a hold of my temper. Granted, being fucked at both ends against my will wasn't something I'd ever had to work through in my youth.

Cleaning the cum off my back and re-styling my hair, Flos helped me calm down just by being near, so I had her keep me company the rest of the afternoon until dinner.

Blessedly, I was allowed to eat alone that night, as Hubriste was busy with his father still. I hoped that he was doing something useful, like coordinating the hunt with the emperor's aids, maybe making backup plans in case the whole bear thing failed somehow. I sincerely doubted it, but it was nice to dream.

......

..........

..............

I'd suspected the emperor wouldn't be a one-time encounter, but I didn't expect him to summon me and Hubriste at lunch the next day. He was quick to make a move the second time, and I was again left with no choice but to rely on my prince, who promptly let me down. Though he still restricted Genitor to my mouth.

Throughout the next week, my midday was spent being skewered by the Emperor and Prince, with Hubriste becoming increasingly angry and brutish during our coupling, punishing my hole for his inability to stand up to his father. He was skipping our morning romps and attending dinner irregularly, too. Mostly just for a quick, harsh fuck that pleased only himself before he was back out the door. It's not that I wanted him to fuck me more, but it was like going from being force-fed to the point of bloat, only to be cut off and reduced to crumbs. My body had been trained to need him--I literally couldn't cum without him. Needless to say, cold showers became my bosom companion.

My resentment grew along with my frustration, and I had a few more... outbursts here and there. As long as Hubriste wasn't around to see me, it seemed like the automated directions were willing to let me throw the occasional glass or kick a table. Worry that I might be frightening Flos made me feel guilty, but if she was afraid of me, she showed no signs. Her loyalty in my Menu continued to read as "Staunch."

I eagerly prepared for the hunt as much as I could, grilling Flos for any useful information about those who would be present. Unfortunately, there wasn't much more to learn outside of what I'd already prepared for the Foundation Ball.

Well, I did get the news about what the heir candidates were up to since Hubriste hadn't been in the mood for words all week. Princess Filia was busily readying herself for the hunt, along with her regular team of elite soldiers who would be accompanying her. Prince Hubriste was spending the week steeped in his usual vices, except the emperor was joining him. His hard feelings were reserved for me.

Meanwhile, Grand Duchess Callida was busy supervising the huntsman and soldiers who had been sent to prepare the campgrounds and clear out any demons from the area. With the continuous mention of demons, I started to get nervous and tried to practice using Jester's abilities to banish demons and spirits, but I couldn't figure out how to activate his powers.

Without having made any progress, we left for the southern region the day before the hunt was to begin. The nearest portal was an hours-long ride for the large procession that was traveling with the Imperial family. Hubriste had originally planned to ride in the carriage with me, most likely to fuck a bit on the trip, but he changed his mind when he noticed his sister ahorse with her men, choosing to mount his own destrier. Emperor Genitor rode squarely in the middle of the procession in a luxe buggy.

I'd been lost in the Lust Haze the first time I'd passed through a portal on the way to the palace from the monastery, so I hadn't been aware of the fuzzy-headed feeling that occurred during the transportation. It was like doing whippets, a brief feeling of weightlessness, a sensation like my mind falling out of my skull, then back on solid ground.

The campgrounds they'd created were littered with brightly colored tents, each with a family banner hanging outside its entrance to readily identify who was who. The largest tent, of course, was the emperor's, with two slightly smaller tents on each side, meant for his children. A fourth, much smaller tent near Hubriste's was mine. Cooks were already busy with their duties when we arrived. The smell of stew wafted by pleasantly, making my stomach rumble. A large bonfire with a pig roasting on a spit spun in the center of the camp.

Genitor and Hubriste were quick to find booze and entertainment, starting a gambling table in the latter's tent. A handful of the gathered nobles were invited to join them, though Lady Callida declined in favor of leading her men on a final trek through the hunting grounds for demons.

"Nonsense, you've been scouting and slaying for a week," Genitor countered. "If those woods aren't safe enough by now, they never will be. I insist you join us."

Hesitantly, she acquiesced, entering the shelter with the others. I was barred from entry. "My lady, I'm afraid you'd be too much of a distraction for my boy," he chuckled. "A man has to focus at cards. Now, you scoot along and find something to busy yourself."

Hubriste looked like he wanted to protest, but ultimately said nothing, sulkily following his father inside while his gaze lingered on me.

Sending Flos on a mission to get me food and gather intel opportunistically, I wandered through the camp, stopping to exchange pleasantries with the nobility I ran into. Some were planning to hunt in large parties with each other, rather than independently seeking their own game to present at the end of the hunt. Safety in numbers in those treacherous woods, or so it was commonly thought.

"... Callida, he only invited men to join them in their games," I heard a muffled, womanly voice complaining. Stopping in my tracks, I listened carefully as a group of noblewomen spoke in a tight circle around the bend of a tent. They were trying to keep it down, but one of them was more emotional than the rest and struggling to lower her voice.

"It's wrong!" She continued. "He keeps it no secret that he favors noblemen. Our traditions--our rightful positions--could all be in danger if we support him." Thoughtful pauses and agreeable nods from the women around her.

She had good reason to be worried. It wasn't just his hatred of his sister or the way he allowed himself to treat me in the feminized position he'd placed me in. While I hadn't noticed anything egregious towards the female staff, the way he talked about inheriting women in Erotinos was... not confidence-inspiring for anyone of the female persuasion. And I doubted Hubriste kept his opinions to himself when he was out drinking and gambling with his pals. Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -3]

Shit!

I needed to intervene before Hubriste's reputation took a significant hit. Gathering myself, I stepped forward only to be gracelessly yanked back before I was seen, a muffled squawk cut off by a hand over my mouth.

Capturing me to her ample bosom, Princess Filia quietly dragged me into the tent I'd been using as a shield. It was empty, save the two of us. Maneuvering me with her grip on my lower jaw, she held me at arm's length. Motioning for me to be silent, she released her hold on my face. Massaging the ache where her fingers had been, I looked her over.

She wore a long, sleeveless tunic in powder blue that covered her chest, but proudly showcased her chiseled arms. It wasn't the first time I'd thought about how imposing she was, but it was the first time I'd considered how easily she could beat my ass before anyone came to my aid. She'd pulled me into the tent like I was some sort of ragdoll... I really hated being in Jester's tiny body.

Despite my misgivings, all she did was cow me into silence while the women carried on, ultimately concluding that they needed to dedicate their kills to the princess. I heard shuffling as they each went to see to their hunting parties. Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -15]

Filia sported a triumphant grin as I felt my hopes dip. "You heard them," She looked at me severely. "They support me because they stand by tradition. Hubriste would put men over women, would make us subservient."

She thumped a fist against her breast for emphasis. "He won't have his way as long as I live... and I would think that Intacta's Chosen would want to do the right thing."

Wrong side of history or not, I needed to get home. If some fictional women lost some rights, well, I could probably live with that.

"I don't hold anything personally against you," I told her honestly when no prompts popped up. "But I was chosen by Intacta. And as her Herald, I chose your brother... I'd think someone as devout as you would take that to heart."

She snarled her displeasure, and I thought she might strike me as she drew closer. Instead, she whipped around on her heel and left. I exhaled the breath I'd been holding.

Deciding I'd risked enough wandering alone thus far, I went to find Flos and settle in our tent for the evening.

It was decorated nicely with campaign furniture, including a bed, a table, a set of chairs, and a set of eight chests. All of it was topped off by plush rugs covering the ground. My mattress was stuffed with thick furs, but Flos only had a rough cot. I pulled one of the skins from my bed for her. She resisted at first, but I insisted.

Well into the night, Emperor Genitor and Prince Hubriste could be heard crowing in merriment over the cacophony of the noblemen with whom they caroused. Lady Callida had excused herself around dinner time, so it really was just men left after that, Flos reported. I was surprised at myself for not noticing sooner.

It took time for me to fall asleep with all the ruckus, but eventually, a restless half-slumber was granted to me.

Silence woke me, what felt like mere moments later, but was actually hours. When I opened my eyes, two shadowy figures hovered over me in my bed. If I hadn't caught the scent of wine, mint, and musk, I would have worried, but Hubriste and his father's scents were fairly recognizable.

[QUICK TIME EVENT!]

[YOU'VE GOT SURPRISE VISITORS. SOUND THE ALARM?]

[YES][NO]

I could have lost Hubriste Influence Points if I hadn't recognized them before panicking, I thought worriedly as I selected NO.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

No point in worrying about milk that didn't even spill, I supposed. They'd already freed their cocks, thus the strong, manly scent in the air. Each hovered over my face, so I grabbed a rod in each hand, working the shafts while I slurped at their cockheads, drinking the precum that was flowing steadily from their tips.

Genitor's was more bitter than Hubriste's, who was saltier and nuttier. I definitely had a preference for just servicing Hubriste. It wasn't that I was partial to him, I just preferred to have only one rapist if I could help it. I had the sinking feeling that Emperor Genitor wanted to go further and might push the issue to make Hubriste Crown Prince.

Sure, if it would get me out of the game, I'd happily fuck the old dude, but what if it wasn't enough? Then I'd have been whored out for nothing.

Popping Hubriste's glans into my mouth with a lusty moan, I lapped my tongue over his mushroom, making him grunt in pleasure. I worked Genitor's shaft, stopping to wring his base before gradually moving back to his tip, and running my thumb gently over his piss slit. Egging the two of them on to completion as quickly as I could so that I could start getting ready for the day ahead, I alternated who was in my mouth and who was solely serviced by my hand.

[LUST: (★★★/☆☆☆☆☆☆☆)]

Genitor was the first to climax, spewing cum into my eyes and on my nose while I had Hubriste in my mouth. Moments later, he also came, exploding as he tugged on my hair, trying to force me to take him deeper than our angle would allow. In an amateur display, I inhaled as seed was filling my mouth, making me cough and choke, to the laughter of the men above me.

They tucked their cocks back in their breeches, and Genitor drunkenly stumbled to his own tent to get a couple hours of sleep before the hunting parties were to select their routes. Hubriste stayed behind, watching me wipe his father's cum off my face and the sputtered up cum from him on my chin.

"You look like a sloppy wench," he pouted. I didn't point out that before he let Genitor start using me, he thought I looked perfect with a face full of cum. There was more Hubriste wanted to say, I could tell, but all he ended up doing was scratching his head agitatedly before storming out of the tent.

I roused Flos, who was pretending to have slept through the dual handjob-blowjob combo I'd just given. Very thoughtful of her.

My hunting attire for the day was a thin tunic under a wool, button-up jacket paired with a short, black wool skirt that ran an inch or two past the hem of the jacket, barely covering my rump. The black leather boots I wore matched the wide belt at my waist, and the moss green flat cap Flos gave me was the same shade as the jacket.

[TWEED FLAT CAP EQUIPPED: +0 SEX APPEAL]

[WOOL HUNTING JACKET EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

[LIGHT COTTON TUNIC EQUIPPED: +0 SEX APPEAL]

[WOOL HUNTING SKIRT EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL]

[LEATHER WAIST BELT EQUIPPED: +0 SEX APPEAL]

[LEATHER KNEE-HIGH HUNTING BOOTS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

Without panties, the breeze dipped underneath my skirt to caress my bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise as I exited my tent. The morning air was brisk, and I could hear songbirds all around the edges of the campgrounds.

The cooks were busily preparing breakfast before we set off. What looked like two large cauldrons of porridge sat atop glowing red gems instead of a fire. To the left of the kettles were tables mounted with red glass panes that visibly emitted heat waves as dozens upon dozens of eggs and a great pile of diced potatoes were fried at once.

Nobles and those in their employ were also flitting about, readying mounts, finalizing the preparation of supplies for the next three days, and reviewing maps with their party. I saw a group of noblewomen prepping, one I recognized as the loud woman who'd complained to the others about Hubriste's misogyny.

I clocked right away that they were all wearing loose-fitting pants rather than skirts. I worried when they saw me that I might cause some sort of scandal with my exposed thighs. But, judging from their expressions, I'd given them something more to fret about as they huddled closer together, all furrowed brows and hushed whispers. Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -2]

I felt my fingers twitch reflexively into fists as irritation threatened to overwhelm me. With no other outlet, I determined to stuff my face while I was waiting for the hunting ground selection to begin.

I filled a bowl to the brim with the hearty porridge, full of nuts, chopped fruit, raisins, and cinnamon, and loaded a plate with four eggs and a generous portion of potatoes. Those I slathered with a gravy.

I sat on a fur Flos had carried for me, watching Hubriste's squire ready the saddles on his massive, golden stallion, its coat bearing a metallic sheen. "A prized warhorse, my Sunburst," he'd boasted more than once. Other steeds were being tended to by pages and squires of varying ages. A couple of farriers were looking over the animals' hooves to ensure no surprises were in store.

Fascinated, I was shoving food into my mouth as the farriers murmured something low that made green notification boxes appear above the horse's heads.

[ENDURANCE +8]

[SPEED +10]

[HEALTH +10]

Mages?

"I said you should eat more, not gorge yourself," Hubriste criticized.

I choked on the bite I'd just swallowed, having not noticed his approach.

Ignoring the critique, I asked about the mages working as simple farriers. Hubriste looked annoyed at having to answer my curiosity.

"Why wouldn't they? Mages are just commoners more often than not anyway. The lousy Tower sells their services to us and we use them for the duties we see fit, it's not complicated."

I wondered how much say the mages who worked in the palace had in their lives. "Which horse will I ride?" I asked instead. Hubriste looked at me strangely.

"You intend to join us, my lady?"

[WHERE WILL YOU SPEND THE IMPERIAL HUNT?]

[OPTION 1: JOIN THE HUNT WITH PRINCE HUBRISTE.]

[OPTION 2: STAY BEHIND WITH EMPEROR GENITOR.]

I chose OPTION 1 immediately, grateful I wouldn't have to stay behind where I'd undoubtedly at least get molested by the emperor. Without Hubriste there to run interference, my hole would be in major jeopardy too. Definitely better to go on the hunt. I'd never ridden a horse, but I'd briefly had a stepdad back when I was a teen who thought we could bond over hunting. So, I wasn't completely out of my depth when it came to killing an animal and dressing a carcass, though I never did enjoy it.

Hubriste flagged down one of the pages. "Run and fetch me a crossbow, a pouch of bolts, and an apple," he commanded the boy, then motioned for me to follow after him. We walked to the row of horses that were tied to be left behind in the campgrounds, cared for by those who would remain to attend the emperor.

A hulking palomino, its yellow coat and white hair shiny and well-kept, greeted us by impatiently pawing the ground. Hubriste chuckled as he got close and the horse gently nudged his chest, huffing loudly.

"It's coming, old boy," he assured the animal, stroking his face gently. I hadn't gotten very close to any of the horses or paid much attention to them as I entered and exited carriages, but they were much bigger up close than I had considered.

"Sunbeam will be your mount," Hubriste said, not looking at me while he tended the animal. "I've had him a long time, he's reliable and steady. I'd trust no other palfrey with my woman's safety." Sunbeam continued to nudge Hubriste's chest, his huffing becoming more frequent and pawing more insistent.

"He's not trained for battle or direct confrontation with large game, though," Hubriste said quietly, so that only I could hear. "Stay toward the rear and don't charge forward when we encounter the bears. Just come for the show, my lady... and mayhap feel free to target small game like foxes or birds if you see them and have the inclination."

The page arrived, sweating and out of breath, with a delicate silver crossbow in one hand and an apple in the other, a large pouch hanging at his side.

Sunbeam noticed the promised fruit, and his huffing turned to a loud whicker and head toss. Hubriste had me take the treat and offer it to his horse with a flat palm. Sunbeam had half of it gone in a single, crunchy chomp. I almost snaked my hand away when he came back for the rest, and I felt his whiskery, velvet muzzle touch me, fearing teeth might be next. But the gentle fellow scooped up the rest of his food without biting me before lipping experimentally. When he realized I had nothing left, he sighed heavily and turned his attention to the dirt.

"Saddle him and get him ready with the rest," Hubriste told the page as he took the weapon and pouch in hand and indicated that I should follow after him once more.

Once we were away from the horse and a good distance from any people, Hubriste rounded on me and held the crossbow up for me to see. "It's an ideal woman's weapon, requiring less strength and allowing greater ease firing from horseback," he said. "Press the trigger here," he held the leaf-engraved body of the weapon, and I could see the trigger he referred to running underneath it.

"Set the nut, like so... now use this lever to pull back the string and lock it," he said, catching the string with the nut at the middle of the crossbow. It was ready to fire. Hubriste pulled black glass beads from the pouch.

"See this slot?" He pointed to a small slot in front of the nut and pushed six beads inside until I heard a click. "That's how you arm it." He aimed at a nearby tree, brought the crossbow to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger. I heard a fwip, and a black bolt of glass impaled itself in the tree at high speed.

"The beads are enchanted. They turn to proper bolts as they soar through the air," Hubriste explained. "You have six shots before reloading, and you won't be able to fire as far as a proper bow, so time your attacks well."

I replaced the bead he'd fired, so that the crossbow clicked once it was full again. I'd shot a rifle before, and this didn't seem so different. Not waiting for permission, I aimed at the same tree he had and fired.

It was inches off where I wanted, but the bolt was firmly planted in the trunk of the tree. Hubriste's brows raised, but he said nothing, watching me fire the remaining projectiles. The more I shot, the more I got used to the discrepancy between where I targeted and where the quarrel impacted, and compensated accordingly.

I wasn't half bad, if I do say so myself. Certainly, not the best, but also showing promise.

Not that Hubriste would admit it with the mood he'd been in. He remained silent as I practiced before the sound of trumpets summoned everyone to the quickly constructed platform where the emperor's temporary throne and chairs for his children sat high. The prince and princess took their spots on either side of their father while I was made to stand behind Hubriste with Sir Videre, who appeared as the crowd gathered. Also on the platform was a table with a large map of the surrounding forest.

"My people!" Emperor Genitor boomed over the nobles standing at attention, showing no sign of hangover or fatigue. "We shall begin selection of hunting paths by rank. For the imperial prince and princess, who are currently of equal rank, the Saintess shall decide their routes." I saw a few of the noblewomen in the front row exchange displeased glances. It was fairly obvious to anyone present that I would have Hubriste's best interests in mind and would choose for him first. Princess Filia's face remained neutral.

All eyes turned to me as I stepped towards the map. The notification chime sounded.

[WHICH IMPERIAL HEIR SHOULD TRAVEL TO THE NORTHWEST?]

[OPTION 1: SEND PRINCE HUBRISTE NORTHWEST AND PRINCESS FILIA SOUTHWEST.]

[OPTION 2: SEND PRINCE HUBRISTE SOUTHWEST AND PRINCESS FILIA NORTHWEST.]

The second option was greyed out, presumably because I knew what was expected of me. Selecting OPTION 1, I pointed to the two paths on the map at the same time and announced which candidate would go where. Hubriste couldn't hide his grin.

We didn't wait for the rest of the selections to be made before we headed out. That was part of the advantage of a higher rank--no waiting for their lessers.

Flos was packing food into one of Sunbeam's saddlebags. When I approached, she wrung her hands, the only movement betraying apprehension, as her face remained characteristically blank. She wasn't happy to be left behind, but I thought it was for the best for her safety. Plus, it could be useful to leave her in camp, where she could gather information from other household servants who had been left.

"I'll be alright," I promised her with confidence I didn't feel. I was nervous about the plan the emperor and prince had concocted, and had no backup if it failed. It couldn't fail, though. I'd done exactly what I was supposed to, and the bears were all in place.

Determined to win, I strapped the crossbow to my back and tied the pouch to my belt. Putting one foot in the stirrup, I almost accidentally launched myself over the other side of the horse in my excitement to get going. Sunbeam was a good sport and stayed still while I corrected my balance and settled my bare buttocks on the leather saddle.

I stifled a small groan as my quiche piercing pressed tight to my flesh. It was uncomfortable, but manageable. As was the way my skirt slid up high around my thighs to show off more skin. Carefully grabbing the reins, I watched how the nearest man held his and mimicked that as near as possible.

A chorus of "hyah" all around as men kicked their steeds' sides and sent them in motion at an easy pace. I tensed my whole body, squeezing my thighs tight as I felt the animal beneath me shift for the first time and lurch forward to keep up with the herd before I even kicked him. I held tight to his reins at first, but noticed that it was forcing him to hold his head higher than the other mounts and making him lay his ears back, which I recognized as a pretty universal sign of animal discontent.

Easing on the reins, I instead gripped tightly to the horn of the saddle as I jostled up and down uncomfortably in the seat, repeatedly slamming into my piercing until the pain hardened my confused genitals. Other men weren't bouncing the way I was, and I wasn't sure if the horse was fucking with me or if it was something I was doing wrong. I tensed up more as Sunbeam's ears continued to lay back even after I eased up on the reins.

None of the other horses seemed to be having the same struggles. So much were my difficulties, that I saw some of the men ahead surreptitiously pointing back at me and stifling laughter.

"My lady Saintess," came a small voice behind me after a brutal half hour of riding on barely-there trails through the forest. The page who had fetched my crossbow rode a drab, grey pony beside me.

"You're too stiff, my lady, that's why you're jouncing like that," he said, shyly. "And your nerves are like to spook ol' Sunbeam. You gotta let your body move with the horse, else you'll get saddle-sore quick."

Relaxing was easier said than done with the pain in my loins at every movement, but I took the kid's advice and focused on relaxing my lower body. With some practice and more words of wisdom from the page, I was able to let my hips fall into the horse's movement and stop bobbing up and down so much.

We rode for half the day without stopping, until my ass was alternatively asleep or sore as fuck, almost like I'd done too many squats. Sunbeam and the other horses had a slight sheen to their coats, but otherwise looked unfazed by their efforts.

A sudden ruckus at the head of the party signaled our first bear encounter. Hounds bayed boisterously, almost drowning out the sound of the mighty roar that warned them back. I didn't see the beast, but Sunbeam shied back at the sound of its cry, as it carried through the trees back to us. I pet his neck absently as Hubriste and his knights shouted and crowed back battle cries at the wild animal. Knowing it was drugged, I couldn't help but feel it sounded like Hubriste was dragging out the conflict, either because he couldn't organize his men efficiently or because he wanted to draw out the kill for whatever reason, I wasn't sure.

Eventually, the angry roars weakened and dimmed to nothing. Once I was sure it was over, I rode to the front alongside one of the wagons that had also been traveling at the rear of the party. At first, Sunbeam balked as we grew closer to the scent of a predator, but eventually, I got him to go where I demanded.

Videre was beheading the massive grizzly bear with his sword, Hubriste observing from Sunburst's back. The pelt of the bear was littered with arrows, and blood flowed freely from slashes in his flesh. Its body was group-heaved into a wagon, followed by its head rather than dressing it then and there. I fell back to the end of the party as we advanced on again, curious how the meat would be kept fresh over the next two days.

We encountered and slayed one more bear that day before settling down to camp for the night. Hubriste visited my tent before the sun was up, prompting me with the option to resist or not, but the former choice was, of course, greyed out. The scene unlocked, and he made me suck him off before taking him in my pussy. My saliva was accompanied by more precum than he'd been producing when we fucked with his father present.

Once we were done, I cleaned up and changed back into the hunting outfit I'd worn the previous day. The rest of the camp woke with the sun. After a quick breakfast, the pages and squires set about preparing the mounts, and we were ready to set out once more. I was sore and stiff in my thighs, ass, and lower back, but not as bad as I'd expected with how the journey started.

Our third bear was quickly met and dispatched, making Hubriste so happy he started leading the men in a bawdy song. His mood was contagious to those who followed him.

Another bear fell to their blades and bows around lunchtime. I saw several foxes and colorful birds that would serve as decent quarry based on the instructions I'd been given, but I found, after listening to the plaintive cries of a few dying bears, that I wasn't in the mood to kill anything. Normally, I didn't have any qualms about hunting in video games, but my current experience was obviously outside the norm.

The fifth bear was claimed mere hours after the fourth. I was surprised that the animals hadn't roamed further from where they were dumped off yet. We were making good time. I might not have the heart for killing them, but I was growing more excited that the plan would succeed. I was one step closer to escaping the game.

The next morning, Hubriste was in a better mood. When I unlocked the scene, he started by rimming me, getting my hole nice and wet for his cock before it slid home. My hands desperately stifled my moans the entire time. We were camped so close together, I didn't want the other men to hear me.

We weren't as lucky finding a sixth bear. We needed to turn back soon in order to make it to the main campgrounds by the evening, but Hubriste was determined to claim at least half a dozen lives. The sun was high in the sky before I started to get nervous.

On the one hand, Genitor was extremely unlikely to allow the proceedings to begin without Hubriste present. He wanted his son as heir, there was just a mountain of tradition in the way of him making it so. On the other hand, I couldn't ignore how the noblewomen were turning on him.

There was a roughly equal number of ruling men and women among the nobility in Erotinos. But how many of the men had spent years already training a daughter as a successor? If Hubriste's ideas on noblewomen were widely known, he was bound to be met with pushback.

But did that even matter to me? If everything went well and he was made crown prince, I'd be long gone back to the real world before Hubriste ever became emperor. That is, if he would even still become the emperor with me gone. Once I was home and the game wasn't being "played," all of this would likely cease to exist. It was just a fictional world I was trapped in, right?

I was still ruminating when I noticed Sunbeam's ears lying flat against his head, his breathing heavy. As he turned his head quickly from side to side, I saw his whale eyes darting around rapidly. My palms started to itch and sting in time with my heartbeat. "Easy, boy," I tried to calm the horse while flexing my hands.

Too late, I saw the other men struggling to reign in their mounts. Even Hubriste's prized warhorse was nervously dancing backwards as he tried to nudge him forward through a thicket.

Suddenly, from the forest brush too dense to see through, three bulky figures burst forth.

Then, bedlam.

They were bigger than the horses. One tackled a knight to my left, and I heard him scream sharply before he was abruptly cut off, followed by an ominous crunching. The horses were rearing, screaming, and kicking about. Another creature lumbered toward me on two disfigured, overly muscular forearms like a roided-up gorilla, with dagger-length talons for feet. Its body was mostly taken up by a giant, bloody maw that split open to reveal a jagged grimace. Sunbeam was frozen in place, refusing to move, no matter how I kicked or tugged at the reins.

The monster leapt forward. Instinct took over. I raised my hand, prickling and numb by then, and closed my eyes tight. Ding!

[JESTER CAST: BANISH DEMONS]

Bright, white light erupted from the palm of my hand and engulfed the demon. It screamed as it fell to the ground, a pile of ashes. The tingling numbness in my palms dulled. With the immediate threat gone, Sunbeam's faculties returned, enough for him to turn and make a mad dash in the opposite direction of the nearest demon.

I could do nothing as the horse galloped through the forest, clinging desperately to the saddle horn and flattening myself as much as possible so I didn't get struck off by low-hanging branches flying by. I don't know how long Sunbeam dashed out of control, but I remembered the farriers and wondered at the distance he could cover with the increased speed and endurance he'd been given.

Turns out, I didn't have to worry about that overmuch. In his panic, and my desperation, neither Sunbeam nor I noticed the impending ravine until it was too late. Screaming, the poor horse tried to stop himself, but slid in the dirt, tipping over the edge so we both fell into the raging river below.

The automated controls took over as the water covered my head, stopping my wild flailing and kicking my feet until I broke the surface. Gasping for air, I looked for the bank, which was impossibly far away as I tried to swim to the side.

I slammed into a large rock and almost spun out, but the directions kept my body calm and had me gripping the boulder ridges while my mind raced. I felt a fingernail break to the quick as my hand slipped, and I was whisked downstream again.

A log wedged into the bank came up fast. The controls tried to steer me towards it, and I just barely managed to grab a branch. The draw of the river pulled hard against the crossbow still strapped to my back, almost making me lose my hold. But even though Jester had deplorably little upper body strength, adrenaline was a hell of a performance enhancer. I managed to pull myself behind the log, decreasing the river's force as I clawed my way along it until I felt the grassy shore on my knees.

Crawling onto land, my whole body shook with exhaustion until I collapsed on my stomach. I stayed like that until I heard a distressed whinny on the other side of the river. Sunbeam, soaked and forlorn, paced on the opposite bank, unsure what to do without his rider. He acted like he might try to wade back into the fraught waters to get to me.

"Bah! No!" I admonished, hoping he was trained like a dog and might have a hope of understanding. "Hubriste, boy! Go find your master!" If Sunbeam ran back to the hunting party, they might be able to follow his tracks back to me. Provided they'd survived the demon attack, that was. What would happen to my playthrough if the male lead I'd chosen died?

Neighing at me once more, Sunbeam turned and ran off, hopefully where I wanted him. My body felt weightless from relief, but also sore from my jaunt in the river. I debated whether I should explore the immediate area or stay put until someone found me.

In real life, the latter was advisable, but in a video game? Exploration was always the way to go. I still had the pouch of ammo tied to my belt. Removing my wet jacket and arming my crossbow, I started walking upstream, looking for a way to cross to the other side.

The sound of excited voices and the by-then-familiar bellow of a trapped brown bear came to me as I wandered.

[YOU HEAR THE HUNTING PARTY AHEAD.]

[OPTION 1: RUSH FORWARD AND GREET THE PARTY.]

[OPTION 2: OBSERVE THE PARTY FROM HIDING.]

A little annoyed that the party might have paused searching for me to hunt, I also knew how this game liked to fuck with me. Sure, I might run into people, but what if the demons had twisted them into something grotesque and dangerous?

I chose OPTION 2 and went sneaking through the trees and brush, making as little noise as possible with the help of the automated controls. I came to the edge of a clearing. The biggest brown bear I had seen was roaring at the group of people, men and women, who had surrounded it and thrown two lassos around its neck and one rope around a paw to restrain it.

Swiping at the nearest person, the tied beast stumbled and shook its head, clearly confused. I recognized the drugged behavior from the other bears I'd watched the party destroy. These people weren't my hunting party, though.

There were women in the group, which Hubriste hadn't allowed with him, and the prince himself was nowhere to be seen. None of the faces were familiar, but I recognized the crests of a couple of heretofore neutral noble families. At least one of the women had been in the group criticizing Hubriste.

Not good. I couldn't let such a prize go to Princess Filia.

[QUICK TIME EVENT!]

[SAVE THE BEAR?]

[YES][NO]

Save was a strong word when I fully planned on leading Hubriste back to the pitiful creature once I was found, but I went ahead and selected YES.

Still hidden in the thicket, I laid down and belly crawled closer at the behest of the controls. Small, red targets had appeared in various places with timers counting down.

The largest target with the highest timer was on the rump of a man's horse. It was a knight holding one of the ropes around the bear's throat. Squashing any lingering concerns for animal welfare, I quickly took aim and pulled the trigger. The bolt launched and buried itself in the horse's hindquarters, making it buck and throwing its rider, whose foot caught in the stirrup as he fell. His mount raced off, dragging him along as he tried to free himself.

Aiming again, my second shot was far more precise, and caught a countess on the shoulder, making her drop the rope she held that was tied to the bear's front paw. The beast felt some of the ropes holding it back slacken. Even drugged, it had survival instincts that spurred it to action. Wrenching its head so that the person holding the last rope around its neck was dragged from his horse, the bear rose on its hind legs, dwarfing those on horseback.

I shot another target on a stallion's hindquarters, causing it to launch itself into a mare, spooking them both and making them break formation. Chaos reigned, and the brown behemoth pitched forward, attempting to swipe and grapple nearby knights, who hurriedly sprang out of the way.

Two more shots, two more hits, and nobles scattered. Within moments, they were all gone, having had the sense to at least run away in a similar direction.

Intending to creep away while the bear's breathing labored and it recovered from the attack, I saw it raise its nose high in the air and start shifting from foot to foot. The automated controls didn't intervene as I began to scoot backwards, so I thought I was safe all the way until its eyes settled on the thicket I was hidden away in.

I stumbled backwards out of the brush and backed into a tree trunk.

[YOU'VE BEEN SPOTTED BY A BROWN BEAR.]

[OPTION 1: LIE DOWN AND COWER!]

[OPTION 2: SHOOT THE BEAR!]

[OPTION 3: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!]

Camping and hiking were pastimes I enjoyed, and I'd been in bear country more than once. I'd never seen one in the wild before, but I was taught early that trying to outrun a bear was downright stupid, and shooting it was more likely to piss it off than kill it. "If it's black, fight back. If it's brown, lie down." Or so the adage went.

I chose OPTION 1 and didn't need the automated directional guidance. Lying myself flat on my stomach, I covered my neck with my hands and spread my legs wide so that it would have a harder time flipping me on my back. The bear lumbered through the brush and despite knowing better, I looked up at the strange grunting sound I heard.

To my horror, I saw something shifting underneath the animal's skin, heard the snap of bones and tearing of sinew, and smelled a foul odor as the bear's fur shed in waves, revealing grotesque, heavily-veined skin covered in sparse, bristly hair.

It wasn't a bear, it was a beastman. And he was transforming... but something was wrong. I realized it as his gaze settled on me and he dropped back to all fours, despite his misshapen, but humanoid body. Groaning in what sounded like pain, the monster was stuck midway in his transformation.

Licking his elongated, distorted muzzle, the imposing figure stood tall again, revealing the girthy, turgid cock he'd been hiding in his fur.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

Oh, absolutely the fuck not! I tried to leap to my feet, but the automated directions kept me locked firmly in place, prickling all over my skin as a warning not to fight.

Breathing heavily, bordering on a panic attack, I remained in my spread-eagle position as the beast snuffled me. Starting at my hair, it drifted over my covered neck, down my back, until he reached my skirt and exposed thighs. His hot breath and long whiskers tickled my skin.

Dread filled me as he crouched, a knee on each side of my head so that I felt like he could smash my head between his muscled thighs. His burly hands, fingers tipped with long, curved claws, gripped tight to my inner thighs as he suddenly buried his nose under my skirt, between my cheeks, and took a big, inquisitive sniff that had me burning red as the creature moaned his approval.

Something wet and warm dripped onto the back of my hands as a careful flick of his wide tongue caressed my rosebud, making me gasp. Another lick, this time longer and more appreciative, starting from the tip of my crack, running between my cheeks, over my hole, and to my pierced perineum. Each pass of his velvety muscle spread a sticky wetness all over me. He seemed interested in the piercing, enthusiastically licking the metal hoop before returning to the start.

As much as I hated Hubriste, I was oddly stuck on the fact that I was going from being taken by a beautiful prince to a deformed beast on the forest floor. Surely, he'd come to my rescue just in time.

In fact, the monster's surprisingly pleasurable oral attentions were probably just the game preparing me for a rough-fuck from my preferred rapist. The bear used his claws to hold my cheeks apart, and I felt the bite of erotic pain in my fat globes as I was spread wider.

"Ah!" I exclaimed as the beastman's thick tongue pierced my sphincter, pushing deep inside, almost as far as Hubriste's cock reached, but wriggling around bewitchingly. My mouth popped into a pursed "o" as the tip of his prehensile tongue teased the junction of my sigmoid colon and the walls of my puckered hole, making me release a slutty moan. Humiliated, I snatched my hands from protecting my neck to covering my mouth.

The barrier didn't matter. My lusty squeals and sighs of forced pleasure were squeezed out from my lips and escaped between my fingers to dance through the woods. Within mere minutes, I was on the edge of climaxing, but unable to cum without Hubriste around to say the words to release the cock ring.

[LUST: (★★★★/☆☆☆☆☆☆)]

My Prince Charming was nowhere in sight as the monstrosity withdrew his tongue from me to adjust himself so that he was between my legs. Between the beast's size, shape, and stench, my instincts were all screaming at me to run. If not for the automated controls working to keep me in place, my fear would have sent me scrambling to get away. Even trying to close my legs wasn't possible.

Positioning his bulbous cockhead at my entrance, wet and ready, I felt a pressure, then pain as he attempted to gain access. He was thicker than Hubriste or anything else that had been stuck inside me up to that point, with a barely tapered tip that did little to aid his entry. I felt my hole resist despite his preparations.

In an attempt to prevent further ingress, the minor resistance the controls allowed me was to push against the clammy skin of my attacker's rotund belly, which was resting against my lower back.

My show of opposition was enough to ignite the beastman. Pinning me by the shoulders, he latched his teeth into the back of my unprotected neck, breaking the skin and making me cry out. Blood streaked down my skin. He was back trying to push inside me, his rod stretching me excruciatingly. He humped me, and I was nudged along the rough ground a few inches with the force of the motion, catching my pierced nipples through the tunic's thin fabric. It hurt, and my hole was slowly widening, but he still wasn't able to enter.

Frustrated, wordless grumbles from above me, as his clawed hands grabbed my hips and threatened to bite through the skin there as well. White-knuckling my way through the pain, I gathered fistfuls of grass as I madly groped for something to cling to as he drew me backward and thrust forward.

The reluctant moans I'd been spilling before were replaced by prolonged groans of agony. It was a moment that felt like an hour as his prodigious tip popped past my sphincter and was engulfed in my wet heat. "Fuuuuuuck!" I wailed, tears in my eyes.

There was some momentary relief as my hole wrapped around his shaft and he came to a halt, pulsing and warm. That repose was gone as soon as he started shifting, his head scraping the lubricated walls of my tunnel with every movement as he worked himself back and forth. He crushed my prostate with his cockhead as it passed the battered gland over and over.

[LUST: (★★★★★/☆☆☆☆☆)]

Jester's body was trained to enjoy pain, so I couldn't escape the building pleasure as my little clit swelled with need. The beastman lurched again and was all the way inside. His hairy, misshapen body and coarse pubic hair were pressed against me, pushing me into the dirt. Some part of me was grateful that he wasn't the same length as Hubriste, or he might have punctured my insides.

He began moving his hips in earnest, slamming home and stealing my breath. My hole burned with the continued stretch, making me grind my teeth and roll my eyes back in my skull. My sloppy, sticky hole was sucking his cock and squelching hungrily, much to his delight.

[LUST: (★★★★★★/☆☆☆☆)]

He huffed in joy, too excited to notice or care how tightly his claws held me, shredding the fabric of my clothes and making me bleed as he scratched my bare skin. My pained groans mingled with needy gasps and pleasurable moans as the beast's member continued to plow me.

Lost in masochistic ecstasy as my body was abused, I nor the creature heard anyone approaching as I gave myself over to the inescapable pleasure--the same way I'd survived my continued assaults up until then. "Yeeeeeeees," I cried thoughtlessly.

The beastman reared up tall, roaring his satisfaction as he rapidly approached climax, his thrusts speeding up until he was erupting inside me, painting my walls with beast cum.

He jerked, and suddenly the full weight of him dropped on top of me, squishing the oxygen from my lungs. Something heavy thudded to my side, and a torrent of hot liquid spread over my shoulders.

Craning my head to see what happened, I let out a scream when I saw the beastman's headless corpse on top of me. Struggling to free myself, I managed to halfway crawl out from underneath the weighty load, feeling a spurt of his last ever load escape my hole as I did, before someone pulled him the rest of the way off me.

I came to a halt when a pair of fine, black boots came into view. A look of unfettered disgust marred Prince Hubriste's angelic face as he stared down at me. Shakily getting to my knees, I looked down at myself, disheveled and covered in blood, and thought of everything he must have seen.

"Your Highness..." I trailed off, unsure what to say in my defense and unprompted with any helpful dialogue.

Hubriste removed his cloak and draped it over my shoulders, hiding the mess I was before helping me to my shaky feet. He mounted Sunburst with ease, then grabbed me and pulled me up behind him.

"Videre," he called once we were ahorse. "Bring the body. It might not be a bear, but a dead beastman must be worth something. Certainly more than a live one. You're to lead the party back to camp. Don't dawdle."

I didn't see the wagons or the rest of the hunting party, but the knight must know where they were, since Hubriste said nothing else, ushering his horse on.

We rode fast, making me cling tightly to the prince, a position he might have enjoyed once. But I noticed by the tightness in his back and redness rising on his neck that he was barely tolerating my presence.

Without needing to track any game or wait for the wagons, we made quick time and arrived back at the main campgrounds hours before dark. Hubriste didn't stop, heading straight to my tent. He dismounted and roughly pulled me from atop the horse. Pale as a sheet, Flos dashed to my side.

"Clean her up," Hubriste said, shoving me into Flos' arms. Taking Sunburst with him, the prince stormed off, refusing to spare me another glance.

......

..........

..............

Over the remainder of the evening, hunting parties drifted back into camp, including the men of Hubriste's group, with wagons that held five bear carcasses, two dead demons, and a beheaded beastman. The remains of those who hadn't survived the hunt were strapped to their steeds' saddles and would have proper services arranged when we returned to the city of Urbs.

Torches were around the platform the Emperor and Prince Hubriste waited on for everyone's return. The stage overlooked the tables that were set up for the returning nobles to feast at. With food and wine served freely and everyone ready to kick back after a difficult three days, the event was lively and loud.

As I approached the men of the Imperial family, I noticed Hubriste's attitude stood in contrast to the convivial atmosphere. Stone-faced, he tapped his foot and waited for the arrival of his sister.

Time passed, and all parties except for Princess Filia's had arrived. It was well after dark. Genitor was too drunk to be concerned, but Hubriste was growing increasingly impatient.

"Are we to send someone for her? What kind of Princess can't even make a simple appointment?" He complained.

"Forgive me, Brother," came the answer to cut through the chatter, her voice unwavering as she rode her horse among the tables, a red destrier with the same brilliant, metallic sheen as Hubriste's. The nobles, upset or amused in equal turn, faced Princess Filia as one. "My quarry held tenaciously to life even after death. It made for a difficult return, I'm afraid."

"You found transporting a corpse a difficult task to manage?" Hubriste scoffed.

Her grin was a challenge. Hubriste, Genitor, and the crowd of nobles were so focused on the princess that they didn't notice the approaching wagons... or the contents within.

Even in the dim firelight and in the distance, it glittered like precious metals and gems. Green and gold. Those were the colors of the scales on the dragon that was wheeled up in pieces, separated between three different wagons. The wings, magnificent and membranous, took up a whole wagon on their own. Like a dead snake, the headless body writhed, the size of an ox in another cart. The head and twitching neck were in the third, the dragon's horns jutting out impressively.

When he finally saw them, Hubriste shot to his feet, eyes wide. The crowd turned to look with him and fell into a hushed awe.

A moment passed.

Another.

Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -500]

It was like the earth opened up beneath me. I felt my heart in the pit of my stomach.

One by one, the nobles stood and dedicated their kills to Princess Filia.

Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -15]

Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -10]

Ding!

[PRINCE HUBRISTE INFLUENCE -13]

Every dedication resulted in another blow. It was hopeless, I realized numbly. Prince Hubriste was red-faced and livid. Emperor Genitor looked resigned.

When all was said and done, the old emperor stood up. He took a long look at his son before speaking. "I declare," he boomed, "Princess Regina Filia... as Lady of the Hunt." He paused for a long moment, then returned back to his seat without saying another word. A surprised murmur immediately arose as the nobles exchanged confused glances.

"Father," Princess Filia said. Father and daughter held eye contact for a long moment before the former growled angrily.

"What?" He barked. "You're Lady of the Hunt. The Imperial Crown recognizes your prowess and gratefully accepts the dragon's carcass as a gift."

"Your Imperial Majesty," Lady Callida spoke up this time, standing proudly among the rest. She'd dedicated the magnificent and rare blue stag she'd hunted to the princess. "You were going to name your heir," she reminded him boldly.

He stared daggers at the Grand Duchess. "Yes, well. I've changed my mind," he said.

More murmurs in the crowd. More glances, this time angry rather than confused. "I object," Princess Filia remained calm, despite her obvious fury. "I demand my due."

"You dare?" Prince Hubriste cut in, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Enough!" Emperor Genitor hollered, silencing the crowd and his children. "I will have order! And I will not name a successor at anyone's demand. Pah!" He spat. "Demand? I am your emperor! You lot demand nothing from me!"

Tight-lipped, Princess Filia whirled her horse about and rode off, leaving the nobles to return to their merriment, albeit more restrained than before.

I wasn't visited by Prince Hubriste that night or the following morning. He kept his distance from me on the journey back to the palace, leaving Flos and me to ride alone in my carriage. Angry and oddly ashamed, I wished he'd talk to me so I could at least see what his plan was for securing the Crown Prince position.

'He acts like it's my fault this body is so lewd,' I fumed silently.

The first few days he avoided me, I was able to contain my panic. But the longer I was left alone with nothing to do and no sign of how to obtain my objective and get out of the game, the more on edge I became. After another few days, I determined that I was going to have to seek him out on my own.

Sending Flos to find out where he was so that I could stage an accidental encounter, I was surprised when she returned with a summons. It was for the emperor's quarters.

Expecting to be spit-roasted and hoping I'd at least get an orgasm out of it, I wore a short, silk summer dress with tulle accents, as the cooler spring air was giving way to summer warmth. I slid on a pair of panties and, last minute, decided to pre-lube my hole in case Hubriste was still in a foul mood and wanted to fuck me without any prep. The squishy feeling had me keenly aware of how empty I'd been since the bear attack.

[FAIRY CUT DRESS EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL]

[LACE PANTIES EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

[3" HEELS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

Face still a marble mask, Prince Hubriste greeted me at the door of Emperor Genitor's chambers. Flos waited outside with Sir Videre.

If I had any doubts as to the purpose of my visit, they would have been dispelled when I walked into the inner room and saw Genitor in a black, silken robe, tied loosely enough that his hairy, grey-blond chest hair was visible. He was reclining on a pile of pillows on his enormous canopy bed.

On a table to my right, there were toys Hubsriste had purchased from the jewelers--the string of pearls, sounding rods, and handcuffs. A large vial of lube was next to the rods.

Hubriste started a music crystal, a slow, sensuous beat. "You're going to put on a show for us," he said. "It ends with you nude."

[YOU'VE BEEN ORDERED TO DO A STRIPTEASE.]

[OPTION 1: COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR TREATMENT.]

[OPTION 2: START DANCING, AS COMMANDED.]

I knew better than to complain, especially in front of the emperor, so OPTION 2 it was.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

I danced with practiced ease. Though stripping while dancing was something I hadn't learned formally since coming to the game, what fit guy who lived through the Magic Mike era didn't try his hand at dirty dancing and stripteasing? Impress the right kind of woman with a nice body and nice moves, and I was in for some good, sloppy sex. Granted, those moves were a bit more... masculine than what was expected of me now.

The clothing I wore was all designed to be easy to take off anyway, so I danced out of my dress in a pretty twirl, tossing it to the side. Playfully kicking off my shoes, I got on all fours and crawled towards Hubriste, standing at the foot of the bed. Swaying my hips provocatively as I approached, I hoped that if I could seduce him a bit before blowing his dad, he might go easy on me.

Turning my back to him and rising back to my feet ass-up first, I slid my panties down to the floor to pool around my ankles. I caressed my body and spun back to face them, my hard clit exposed for their view.

Hubriste grabbed the cuffs, pearls, and lube from the table before returning. The music was still playing, but he fastened my hands behind my back and bent me over the end of the mattress. The blankets were the softest to ever come in contact with my skin. I sank in as Hubriste poured lube over the pearls and the crack of my ass, pushing the liquid into my hole with two fingers and getting it everywhere, so that it was dripping down my thighs.

Then he was pushing the toy inside me, my puckered entrance devouring each bead greedily. Once they were inside, Hubriste spanked me and pushed me up further on the bed toward the emperor. I took the hint and inched pathetically across the bed. Genitor laughed at me, but spread his legs as I drew close, exposing his hard mast.

Lying flat with my face smashed into his groin to give myself the best angle to deepthroat, I tasted a bead of bitter precum as I took his glans in my mouth, massaging it with my lips while my tongue tip teased his frenulum. He moaned and ran both his hands through my hair, then pulled me forward as he thrust. His meat popped past my uvula as I opened my throat to him, burying my nose in his pubic hair and resting my chin on his sac. Saliva slipped out of the corners of my mouth.

He moved me back and forth and thrust at the same time, fucking my throat like a pocket pussy. I felt the bed shift behind me as Hubriste climbed on. "Mmm, that's good stuff," Genitor moaned as he made use of me.

[LUST: (★★★★★/☆☆☆☆☆)]

I didn't enjoy having my hands bound. I had grown accustomed to my urethra being plugged, to the spankings, the piercings, the abuse in general, even having my mouth shared against my will by the two most politically powerful men in a fictional empire. But the helplessness of having my hands tied made me feel even more out of control than I already was.

Despite my discomfort, or maybe because of it at this point, my clit was hard and pulsing with need after being neglected for so long and teased so much.

"Show me those pretty stones again, Son," Genitor said, sitting up and sliding his hands down my neck and shoulders to rest on my back. It was unusual for him to touch me unnecessarily, but it seemed that part of the punishment Hubriste had crafted for being raped by the beastman was to allow his father to molest me uninterrupted as he ran his hands over my soft skin.

Hubriste half withdrew the beads from me, the quick stretch and retraction of my hole making my toes curl in pleasure. Then Genitor was leaning over me, pushing my head further down in his lap, but also reaching to my hole, where he pushed two beads inside me back to back.

I bucked up, popping off Genitor's cock and craning my neck to look over my shoulder and Hubriste. Not even the emperor was supposed to touch me there--it was basically the only rule Hubriste had left! Jester's pussy was for him and him alone. "Your Highness," I called, but a sharp crack on my thigh, followed by another on my asscheek, silenced me.

"Sluts don't speak," he said icily. I felt my shoulders flush in shame.

[LUST: (★★★★★★/☆☆☆☆)]

"Now, Son, be nice or she might just start to prefer me," Genitor cackled as he rubbed my back and shoulders. "Darling, scoot closer and lay on your side so I can reach your pretty little pussy and watch it eat those beads up. I hear this little slut-box even eats up great big, bear cock." More laughter, but Hubriste was furious, and I was mortified as I curled up on my side so that I could still suck dick and get my hole played with.

Jamming the beads back inside me, the prince left the bed again, leaving me alone with his father, who experimentally pushed pearls in and out of me one to two at a time. I felt lube squelch out of me as gems popped past my sphincter. His finger entered me alongside the largest pearl, stretching my hole further in a way that made me gasp around his cock before the stone slipped all the way in.

He shushed me and used two fingers to prod at my cunt, barely letting me get used to the width of those sausage links before a third stretched me out, making me moan into the dick in my throat.

Hubriste was back, pulling me off Genitor's cock with a wet pop, forcing me on my back, and pinning my bound arms. He'd shed his shirt at some point, so his toned chest contrasted with the mild portliness of his aged father. Their free cocks were both proud and strong, though. Prince Hubriste smothered my clit and a silver sounding rod in lube. "Have you ever played with a woman's pisshole, Father?"

"You know, when I tickled Ioanna a certain way, she'd squirt--"

"Nevermind," Hubriste interrupted, pushing the tip of the long, thin rod into my piss slit and letting it slide all the way down to nestle in my bladder. He tapped the tip of it half a dozen times, making my whole body twitch.

I spread my legs wide and high as I could without physically holding them, so that my knees were by my head, exposing my box to Hubriste. He pressed down hard on my guiche piercing and yanked the beads--ziiiiiiiiiip!

"Ooooh, fuck!" I moaned, unable to stifle it, as my prostate high-fived every bead on its way out, pairing with the two-fer sensation of the dull pain from my guiche and the full feeling in my clit.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★/☆☆☆)]

I could have cum my brains out already, but Hubriste wasn't ready to give me release. While Genitor came closer to view the show, the prince was fucking his cock into me and playing with the rod in my clit, pulling it out as he exited me and letting it slide back down into my prostate while he drilled into me.

"Fascinating," Genitor stroked his beard. "May I?" Hubriste nodded and let Genitor take over playing with the sound in my pisshole. He was more energetic about it than Hubriste, bobbing up and down rapidly, in tight little motions, abusing my prostate directly.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★/☆☆)]

"Stop, please!" I whined, my legs spasming and barely staying in the air. "I'll pee, Your Majesty," I finished in an embarrassed whisper.

"Oh, you're a cute one," he gushed, leaning in to capture my mouth in a sloppy kiss. Unlike Hubriste, whose tongue dominated mine with careful persistence, Genitor shoved the entirety of his fat, wet tongue in my mouth at once, overwhelming me. I felt the bite of Hubriste's nails as he angrily grabbed my thighs and started slam-fucking me.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★★/☆)]

Moaning into Genitor's mouth, my eyes rolled back as the emperor continued to piston my piss slit. All three of my holes were being invaded and overtaken. Pressure was building in my clit, from the inescapable need to cum, and the added agitation from my bladder as the sound would occasionally push past my prostate.

As urine started to spill in tiny spurts with each movement of the sound, Hubriste said the words to free the cock ring. Genitor shoved the rod back into my clit and left it there so that my cum backed up into my bladder instead of my balls, mixing with the piss that leaked onto my crotch and stomach.

Hubriste shot ropes of cum inside as my tunnel squeezed and massaged him, milking his cock while it pulsed its remnants into me. I let my legs flop to either side of him.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★/☆☆)]

"We haven't played with this rod yet," Hubriste said, producing a longer, thicker sound with a large pink diamond on top. Giddily, Genitor took this new toy, tossing away the size I was familiar with.

Using more lube, the thicker rod was slowly worked into my pisshole, stretching my burning urethra painfully. I panicked and almost started bucking, but the automated directions settled on top of me, keeping me locked in place as I was dilated. Once the tip was all the way inside, it slowly worked its way down, a much stronger pressure pushing along the inside of my cock as it dropped. It hesitated at my prostate, resisting a bit more before it pushed past.

Breathing through the pain, the heavy diamond settling on my urethra, I flinched when Hubriste tapped it and my entire body jolted as a small shock of electricity shot through my clit and prostate directly, immediately catapulting me back to the brink of orgasm. "What the fuck is that?!" I cried out, gripping tight to the blankets underneath me.

Both of them were laughing at me as I writhed and groaned, cramping in my genitals for the first time in my life as another round of electric shock emanated from the silver rod. Hubriste let me cum, but I was blocked by the sound, so my cum backed up again. Instead, the orgasm was something I felt in my lower stomach before it cascaded through the rest of my body, leaving a warm afterglow that had me exhausted and limp.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★/☆☆☆)]

But Hubriste didn't stop there. Tapping the sound again, I was caught off guard when the electricity was accompanied by powerful vibrations from my tip all the way down to my prostate. "Fuuuuuuck," I moaned in pained bliss as my piss slit was abused.

It was still uncomfortable and slightly painful to thrust in and out of my slit, but that didn't stop Genitor, who jumped back to fucking my clit with vicious lust until Hubriste stopped him, settling the toy all the way inside me.

Then, he lifted me off the bed to press my abused flesh against his body so that we could be eye to eye as he slipped back inside my cunt. The feeling of being fucked while my piss hole was simultaneously shocked and vibrated was mind-blowing.

I wasn't ready for the feeling of Hubriste reaching underneath me to slip a finger inside along with his cock, stretching my hole uncomfortably. I was less prepared when another finger entered, this time one of Genitor's. His stocky body pressed tight against my back, and I understood Hubriste's angry, tight-lipped expression too late.

The automated controls didn't try to stop me from resisting, they didn't need to with my being cuffed and unable to resist as Hubriste wrapped me in a tight hug. He squished my penetrated clit between our bodies, and robbed me of my fight as he bit hard on my shoulder. The sensation threatened to overwhelm me even before I felt another cock at my entrance.

I babbled pleas, begged Hubriste to reconsider, but his eyes were steel.

"You loved that beastman's filthy dick," he said disdainfully. "This won't be all that much bigger."

My mouth dropped open in a wordless scream, and my hips tried to buck away while my wretched cunt was stretched wide. It started with his mushroom head prying my sphincter open slowly, quickly reaching the same width the beastman had been and surpassing it. "'m gonna tear!" I howled, my head falling back to rest on Genitor's shoulder as I wide-eyed stared at the ceiling.

Genitor was inside. Hubriste was inside. Their veiny cocks pulsed and twitched in my screaming hole. When they finally started to move, they did so in turns, Hubriste battering up into the bend of my sigmoid colon, then he withdrew to let the tip of Genitor's cock venture where only the former's footsteps had been prior.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★/☆☆)]

I hated this. I hated him. Both of them. Using my body like a Fleshlight. Like a plaything to be shared. But not even the pain and degradation could stop Jester's body from responding to the assault on my senses.

They fell into a groove, sawing in and out of me in turns, the friction they were creating inside my tunnel ungodly. The vibrations and electric pulses, combined with the pressure on my clit from pressing up against Hubriste, were turning my whole body into a sex organ.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★★/☆)]

They were like wild animals. Biting, licking, and clawing at me. Tugging at my piercings. Anything to make me moan, beg, cry out.

"I'm gonna cum, Son," Genitor said breathlessly. "I'm gonna cum in this tight, fuckin slut's cunt. Make her wring out a great, big orgasm with me," he demanded.

Forcing another filthy kiss on me, Genitor rammed himself into me as fast as he could, exploding inside just as Hubriste said the words to release the cock ring and send me plummeting over the edge with the old man.

[LUST: (★★★★★★★★/☆☆)]

Hubriste followed us moments later, but he was determined to push his seed further inside me than his father's had entered. Wedging himself as far in my colon as he possibly could, Hubriste came deep inside me, causing a familiar rumbling in my lower stomach.

Making me clean their half-hard cocks until they returned to tumescence, I was taken again.

And again.

And again.

Until my hole was a gaping, soaking mess and my clit was numb with pleasure-pain.

And at no point did Hubriste gain any influence. Nor when it happened the next day. Or the next. Or the day after that. I was tag-teamed multiple times daily.

Summoned after breakfast or lunch, depending on how late they went out on the town or had noblemen come to the palace. Never an heir, though. Always second or third sons whose best hope in life was a good marriage or a strong business acumen.

I never saw Hubriste's influence grow... in fact, I would randomly get notifications that his influence was somehow decreasing. Sending Flos to investigate, I found an awful realization.

Princess Regina Filia was amassing support among the nobles, commoners, and even having meetings with the Superior to gain the Church's backing. And the only reason for that would be if she were actively forming a coup.

I tried bringing it up when I was summoned to the emperor's quarters, but for some reason, the automated controls stopped me every time. I lost track of how long it went on. The weeks turned to months, the summer was coming to a close soon, and the prince and emperor were obsessively focused on fucking me and living it up in hedonistic abandon, instead of what was happening in Erotinos.

I was doomed. I would never meet my objective. Was I stuck here forever? Literal seasons had gone by since I'd arrived. What was happening to me?!

... I was losing it, is what was happening. The prolonged compartmentalization was starting to fail me, my flashes of temper were increasing, and I fell into dark moods and prolonged periods of silence, mentally checking out.

I had one last desperate hope. Using Flos as a messenger, I sent an olive branch to the princess, asking her for help. If I couldn't make Hubriste the Crown Prince, maybe there was a secret, backup option? There had to be. This couldn't be my life.

It was apparent as soon as she returned that Flos was upset. Her usually expressionless face was creased with concern. She had a pouch in her hands. "T-that woman is more self-interested than I thought, my lady! She doesn't want to help you, just herself!" Flos was red-faced and outraged, stuttering for the first time since I'd met her.

"What did she give you?" I asked, indicating the pouch.

"The nerve of her! She said the best option for you was to 'take the scholar's exit,' can you believe that? She gave me poison! To give to my lady! But we can turn the tables on her. If you take this to Prince Hubriste and His Imperial Majesty, they'd certainly arrest her for attempting to harm the Saintess. And then the Church would turn on her as well."

Except she could easily say that she never saw Flos, and it would be a commoner's word against a princess with extensive social connections...

No, this was it. The secret option. This was how I would get home, I was sure of it! The automated directions weren't stopping me from asking for it or reaching for it, so it had to be right.

And if not?

Well, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it, I guessed. "Give me the poison, Flos," I commanded her. She didn't want to. She pleaded with me not to. To just do what she proposed.

"Please, my lady," she begged, her voice breaking.

I tried to assure her that I knew what I was doing, feeling more than a little guilty that I couldn't explain the full truth to her.

'Hey, Flos, you're something called a video game character, and this is my way home,' would not go over well.

"I'll stay with you then... until... until..." She started to cry in earnest. I held the vial she handed me to my chest and awkwardly patted her on the shoulder.

"You can't stay here, Flos," I commanded her. She looked confused, but I took the empty pouch from her and filled it with jewelry from my collection before handing it back over to her. "If I'm going to die, then you're going to have to start over somewhere new. Otherwise, you'll be blamed for it. This should be more than enough to sell and get passage to the Eunser Empire. You'll have enough to be a lady of your own small house if you play your cards right," I teased her gently.

She was reluctant to leave, but I insisted, sending her on her way. In case anything was left of this world after I was gone, I wanted her to be safe, at least.

I was so excited, I had to stop myself from taking the poison several times, waiting to make sure Flos would have enough of a head start in case Jester's body got left behind. Or what if the real Jester came back and got stuck with those two?

'That's a big case of not my problem,' I decided adamantly. Lying on the bed, I drank the whole vial in one go.

I wondered what it would feel like when my chest started to feel tight. My pulse raced erratically, my lungs felt itchy, and a sensation of panic rolled over my skin.

Then, everything went black.

......

..........

..............

I was floating in the darkness, sluggish and fuzzy, but I had enough awareness to wonder if this was what it was like to pass through to reality as I recognized the feeling of my real body.

Out in the darkness, I heard that goddamned chime. Ding!

[BAD END: THE PRINCE'S BROKEN TOY]

Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised it was the bad end. Hard to imagine a good end with that asshole.

Disquiet settled in my gut as I was unable to move, frozen in place.

I felt invisible hands moving all over my body, caressing my developed pecs, my chiseled abdomen, my thighs, and more. Just like I remembered from all those months ago, those questing hands became more insistent. Pinching and groping me. Invisible mouths joined the hands, violating my trapped body.

Heat enveloped my cock head and sank into my mouth at the same time. Like lava, it flowed down my throat and urethra to fill me up and pool in my core. That familiar, overbearing heat. Fear and uncertainty coursed through me with that growing fire.

Just as it threatened to consume me, it cooled, and I was drifting out of the dark.

Breathing heavily, like I'd just woken up from a nightmare, I sat bolt upright, but gaped at what I saw.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

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