I Fell Into a Gay Video Game

***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. Thank you for reading!

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Chapter 5: Royal Pain (Part 2)

PREVIOUSLY...

I spared a thought wondering if he was going to relieve himself or if he'd maybe seek out the company of a comely courtier. Unlike me, would they willingly seek his bed? If he wasn't seeking the company of another young man, I had a week to find a way to convince him to do just that and abandon this mad idea of getting me pregnant. Once he sought his lover elsewhere, I'd be able to focus on helping him gain political power and complete my objective of making him the Crown Prince. Then, surely, I'd be able to escape this game.

NOW...

Without being able to fuck or otherwise use me, Hubriste didn't have much interest in seeing me, so I had the rest of the day to myself. My asshole was sore and my prick was hard as stone, but I felt relieved knowing that I would be left alone until tomorrow morning. And Sir Videre had been outside the room the entire time we'd had our little "medical procedure," so I didn't need to see him at least.

Flos, having brought me my special tea, was the only person in the receiving room with me after the prince left; it was odd to have her quiet presence around so often. What did she feel about everything that was happening?

As ever, she was perfectly put together, her black hair pulled back tight in an unforgiving bun, not a strand out of place. She had a plain face: dark brown eyes, a narrow nose, and thin lips that turned downward slightly at the corners. The most striking thing about her was her prominent widow's peak. "Is there something you need, Lady Saint?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to stare," averting my eyes, I fidgeted nervously. I hadn't found anything useful when I'd explored my suite of rooms, but maybe if I could investigate other areas of the palace I'd be able to find something. But how would Flos react to my request? Tentatively, I asked her.

"We could visit the main library if your own doesn't please you, My Lady? Or perhaps the northern gardens?"

Her mention of the gardens reminded me of the night before, the prince holding me down and taking me under a blanket of floral scents. The memory made me feel nauseous for a moment. "The library, please."

The walk was surprisingly long, or maybe it felt that way because I was in heels. Both, I decided. A long walk made worse by heels. Flos directed me from the rear. We passed maids and servants here and there, going about their day-to-day lives. How many of them had watched my walk of shame last night? 'They're just NPCs in a video game,' I thought to myself. 'It doesn't matter what they think of me. I shouldn't feel so embarrassed.'

As I was left pondering that, we approached the entrance to the main library, which had a guard at either side. There was plush, blue carpeting with gold floral patterns, staggeringly tall domed ceilings supported by marble columns, and what must have been millions of books on hundreds--perhaps even thousands of bookcases lining the walls and free-standing.

Just past the entrance was a reading area with a large, wooden table and chairs, as well as big, cushioned loveseats. I wanted some privacy to investigate the area, but I doubted Flos would take a seat here and wait for me if I asked her. So instead, I asked her to go get a pot of tea and some cakes that I might enjoy once I find something to read. With the size of the palace and how long it would take to prepare the tea, she should be gone for about half an hour at least. Bowing, she took her leave once she reminded me to stay inside the confines of the library until she returned.

At first, I started to carefully peruse the shelves, stroking the spine of each book in case I was prompted to translate something. But as the progress for that was slow and I had limited time until Flos returned, I started to speed up. I was convinced I would know if one of the books was special to me in some way by quick glance or touch.

Among the many free-standing bookcases, I was stopped dead in my tracks as I came face-to-face with a strange woman. There was no mistaking who she was. Curly, blonde tresses cascading down her back, ice blue eyes, and an angelic face. She was taller than me by a head, even in my heels. The woman who would be empress, Regina Filia. Hubriste's loathed older sister.

I was frozen in place, gawking at her. "Lady?" Her voice was low and sultry. Then as she looked me up and down it was like something dawned on her and her eyes widened in surprise before her brow furrowed and they narrowed, regarding me with hostility. "You're the Herald of Intacta?" she scoffed, her tone conveying just how little she believed the words coming out of her own mouth. Filia's eyes settled on my pushed up tits pointedly.

I shrunk under her gaze, unsure of what to do with myself. I wasn't being prompted with any dialogue options, so I was afraid to say the wrong thing and get myself in trouble. "I-I am," I confirmed, bowing deeply. I held that position for a moment as awkward silence stretched between us, staring at the hem of her light blue dress. As I stood again, I couldn't help but notice that though her bosom was quite ample, the top of her dress was far more modest than my own. She looked classy and sensual, I realized, whereas I looked like a slut. It made me feel inferior to this beautiful woman, but also resentful, knowing that in my real body I'd actually have a shot with a babe like this.

Right, my real body! Eyes on the prize! There's no way it was a coincidence I ran into her. This was a video game, after all. There had to be something to learn or gain here. Forcing my shoulders back and my chin up, I continued, "I am Saint Valroy. It's an honor to meet you Princess Filia."

"And an honor it is to meet the Chosen of my faith," she replied stiffly. "I was surprised when I learned that Intacta bestowed her favor on a man, but now that I've had a look at you, I suppose I understand better."

Ouch.

"Let me give you some advice, Saint Valroy, in the interest of protecting the dignity of my faith. You're clinging to a rotten rope. My father may support my feckless brother and the church may support you, but both nobility and commoner alike would rally behind my banners in an instant if I called. And Prince Hubriste won't be able to maintain the support of the church, even with your allegiance, I'm certain of it. Just judging by this," she made a sweeping motion towards me, "and the incident with the high priest, I won't have to wait too long." She paused and stared at me before reaching forward to stroke my cheek gently with the back of her fingers. It reminded me of Prince Hubriste doing the same thing and it felt just as condescending as when he did it.

"Can you read?" she asked. The abrupt change in topic caused a confused delay. Technically, if something gave me the option to translate, I would be able to read it, otherwise I was illiterate in this place's language.

"...Yes?"

She turned from me to scan the shelves before she pulled out a book and shoved it into my hands. She motioned me to follow her through the bookcases and I dared not disobey. A few more times, she pushed books into my hands as we went.

When I had five books in my arms, she faced me. "This is me being a good sport." She smiled again. "I suggest you read these." Without elaborating further, she glided past me. "I'll be leaving now, Saint Valroy."

At the top of the stack of books in my arms was a purple book with flowery font on the front.

[KEY ITEM OBTAINED: NONFICTION BOOK]

[TRANSLATE?]

[YES] [NO]

Choosing YES, I read the title once it was in English: "Introductory Etiquette for Noble Ladies"

Was she taking potshots at me? Or would there really be a reason for me to read this? I didn't have a chance to ask her more questions. I returned to the front of the library to deposit my books on the first table I'd seen before returning to my own search.

I was still fruitlessly scanning shelves when Flos came to find me. Returning to my books, I felt like I hadn't accomplished anything. Since they were all I had to show for it, I went ahead and started translating the remaining four book titles. "Debuting in High Society," "Rulers of the Bygone Ages: Empress Regis Filia to Empress Hela Filia," "The Interplay of Church and State: How Intacta Shaped the Empire," "A History of Noble Houses of the Empire."

Well, at least not all of them seemed to be making me the butt of a joke. Having nothing else to do, I settled into a loveseat to read. I actually rather enjoyed reading, I just hadn't had a chance to do it much lately, I realized, even before I got trapped in this game.

That's how I spent the rest of the afternoon, until it was supper time and Flos rushed me to freshen up my makeup and apply some additional oils. It didn't matter in the end. Rather than join me, the prince decided instead to take his dinner at a gentleman's club he regularly drank and gambled at. That was hardly of concern to me. In fact, I was grateful to eat the meal in peace. I retired to my chambers with my books and continued reading in bed.

With the exception of the morning egg ritual, the day had been uneventful and I'd been able to manage without stirring my loins. But I found myself growing restless as I lay there in bed. I forced my mind on the book I was reading, forced myself to ignore the half-hard prick between my legs and the itchy, needy feeling in my anus. If I were to start pleasuring myself, it would only feel good briefly, I reminded myself. Then it would just be inescapable pain since I couldn't cum. My balls were already twitching sensitively before I forced myself to calm down.

Maybe if I could convince Hubriste to use me as an advisor instead of a pleasure-sleeve, I could convince him to release the cock-ring and then I'd be able to stroke my poor, neglected manhood. Then again, there was little likelihood of that happening if I couldn't get the prince to come see me outside of wanting to fuck me. I was ruminating on that as I drifted into sleep.

Unfortunately, my sexual frustration seemed to follow me into slumber. I dreamt of massive tits, large and natural with wide, dark areolas. They swirled out of existence only for me to be staring into ocean blue eyes, intense and angry before there was a battering ram at my backdoor. I was so aroused that I faded into a half-sleep where I was aware of the aching need in my asshole as my mind conjured the memory of the feeling of my insides being hollowed out in my dream asshole.

I woke in the mid-dawn light, my pecker hard and wanting. Before I could form a waking thought, my hand drifted between my legs and wrapped fingers around my little prick. I moaned lightly and continued to rub, feeling the mounting pleasure immediately taking me towards the peak in my sensitive state. But I couldn't reach the top, my pleasure just kept climbing maddeningly.

Frustrated and angry, I flung my hands in the air, struck backwards at my pillow, flung the blankets off my body and seethed in my unspent arousal (and other feelings that were being mostly eclipsed by the horniness if I was being honest).

The full light of morning came and the maids along with it, bidding me to get up and bathe, just as they had yesterday. Then they again guided me back out to stare at my naked body in front of the mirror before they dressed me. I still wasn't used to it and felt the shame of them seeing my nudity sharply.

Today, I was decked out in a red g-string, another see-through, white muslin dress that showed off my nipples and the red g-string, but this one was shorter than the last one, this time ending at the knees, totally exposing my calves and ankles. It was a scandalous look, even before they added the same red corset as yesterday, this time on the outside of the dress. It granted me an hourglass figure and tiny, pushed-up tits. The g-string irritated my sensitive asshole as the strand of cloth between my cheeks rubbed against it persistently.

[G-STRING PANTIES EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL!]

[MODIFIED MUSLIN EMPIRE SILHOUETTE DRESS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL!]

[HOURGLASS UNDERBUST CORSET EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL!]

[FLATS EQUIPPED: +0 SEX APPEAL!]

The last touch was the makeup. It might be my imagination, but it seemed like it was heavier than previously. More lipstick and liner to make my lips look plumper and more eye shadow to really make them pop.

Just as I had been yesterday, I was escorted to my receiving room. Sir Videre was standing guard outside. Flos waited outside with him and I entered alone. Dr. Carlisle wasn't present today, just the prince waited for me, sitting in a chair and drinking a glass of wine. 'Seems a little early,' I thought to myself, but dared not say it aloud.

He seemed menacing, staring at me over the rim of his glass. The jade eggs, bottle of honey, and syringe all rested on the table. Next to them was a large butt plug. I had a bad feeling about this...

Hubriste downed his wine in two large gulps, then slammed the glass down on the the end table and stood, advancing towards me. "Assume the position," he demanded curtly, motioning towards the table. I hesitated. There was no notification, no quick-time event, nothing. And I knew because of the doctor that he wasn't able to fuck me right now. Was he just generally feeling dickish?

Just as he looked like he was about to snap at me, I bent over the table, though I didn't lift my own skirt. Perhaps I should have though. It felt oddly intimate when the prince did, his knuckles gently caressing the backs of my thighs as he lifted it, exposing my milky white skin to the air. Intimate wasn't quite the right word, I chided myself, but the prince interrupted the beginnings of my internal reprimand.

"I hear you've secretly met with that sow of a woman," it wasn't a question and it there was a threatening edge to his voice. *Ding!*

[YOU'VE AROUSED THE PRINCE'S SUSPICIONS. HOW WILL YOU ASSUAGE HIS MISTRUST?]

[OPTION 1: {LIE} THE PRINCESS ACCOSTED AND THREATENED YOU IN THE LIBRARY.]

[OPTION 2: {TRUTH} YOU MET BY CHANCE AND BRIEFLY SPOKE, IT WAS REALLY NOTHING SIGNIFICANT.]

As they say, the truth will set you free. Deciding that lying was risky business, I selected OPTION 2. For a moment, there was breathless stillness in the room, then a yank at my hair, pulling my head backwards.

[PERSUASION CHECK FAILED]

He put his mouth close to my ear. "You expect me to believe that? As if that she-beast's not planning something behind my back?!" He sounded like he was bordering on manic. "You're either a traitorous cunt or a naïve little twat."

"I'm not a traitor, I swear, Your Highness," I said, too afraid to move and instigate his ire. It was too late for that though. *Crack!* His hand came crashing down on my bare ass cheek. I yelped and my legs almost buckled with the force, but I stayed bent over the table.

He rained a barrage of blows on my ass-cheeks, until I was weeping and begging him to stop. "The eggs, My Prince," I reminded him breathlessly, going against my plan of talking him out of this bizarre ritual, but it was the first thing I thought of to stop the assault on my ass. "We came here to perform a procedure, right?" I reminded him.

It did indeed stop the blows, at least for the time being. "Yes," he said, also breathless. "My heir. Once I get you with child, I'll be able to secure my throne. Then I'll marry that rotten cunt off to the worst barbarian I can find and be rid of her for good." He filled the syringe with honey and stuck it straight in my ass without so much as spitting on the tip for me. I felt it filling up my insides with it's sticky gooeyness, the sensation of it immediately gaining attention from my prick, standing at full mini-mast.

I wanted to ask him to remove the ring, but I knew he'd want me to say something humiliating to get it. Still unable to bring myself to do so, I gritted my teeth as the first egg entered my puckered hole. My dick convulsed as it pressed over my prostate, flattening it mercilessly. Then came the next to repeat it's predecessor's actions. It was agonizing, my dick aflame with desire. My body awash in want. But still, I held on tight even as the last egg went inside me, followed quickly by two of Hubriste's prying fingers.

Those two fingers found my special spot and rubbed on it relentlessly, just as he had yesterday. If not for the cock-ring, I'd be oozing pre-cum. It would feel so fucking good to just let out all that pent up cum. But I had to hold on. What little dignity I still had demanded it.

I watched the prince fill the syringe with more honey, which he quickly injected inside me again, painting the eggs with the viscous, golden liquid. My eyes tilted up towards the back of my skull. "It feels so goood," I moaned low through my teeth, unable to contain myself. "Ah!" Another quick *crack!* as his fingers left my asshole so that his hands could come crashing down on my ass. *Crack!* *Crack!* *Crack!*

With an audible *pop!* the third egg escaped my asshole, falling to the floor beneath me. "You silly woman," the prince scolded me, scooping up the egg and planting it back inside my winking anus. "Now we'll have to start the hour over again." He picked up the giant butt plug that was sitting on the table. It must have been at least 6" long and 4" wide at the base. Most importantly, if that went inside me, I'd never be able to expel the eggs, they'd lodge in my stomach!

The tapered tip easily entered my honeyed hole, quickly widening to reach the approaching base. Sure enough, it started to push the eggs further into my intestines, it felt like it was pushing into my sigmoid colon. My belly rumbled in protest. "Nooooo, please make it stop!" I whined. The pleasure-pain was spiking, making my dick twitch wildly and my body spasm.

"Why would I stop when your pussy is so greedily gobbling up this toy?" With that, he pushed it the rest of the way in. "Watching your hungry girl-cunt swallow the plug got my cock so hard," he reached around and pressed on my lower stomach. "It's a damn shame I can't take you here and now, but don't you worry. In less than a week's time, I'll have you all day and night. I'll fill you with my seed until you're pregnant. But in the meantime, you still need to be punished for fraternizing with the enemy."

For the next hour, Prince Hubriste alternated slapping my ass and playing with the butt plug inside me. Every so often he'd stop to stroke my little pecker and said he'd let me cum if I just promised to be a good girl and beg him to fuck my pussy and get me pregnant. If I just did that, he'd let me cum until I couldn't cum anymore. When I said nothing, he made me get on my knees in front of him where he looked down on me, sneering. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me into his crotch, dry humping my face, his turgid member visible through his breeches. "You're a stubborn girl, but you'll break eventually, I'm certain of it."

When time was up, he bent me back over the table, my ass black and blue, sore as the day was long. "Bare down, woman." He commanded as he pulled the butt plug out of me. My poor asterisk resisted the expansion, but between my pushes and Hubriste pulling, out it *popped!* Along with *pop!* *pop!* Two green eggs hit the floor. The last one, predictably, was not coming out. "Push harder, My Lady," he commanded, fingering my slightly gaped hole. It made loud suction sounds sloshing the honey around.

"I'm pushing as hard as I can!" I whined, sweaty and panting. The prince spread my cheeks wide and began licking and sucking at my entrance.

"Your pussy tastes so sweet," he moaned into my asshole. Well, it was dripping copious amounts of honey, so that made sense. His fingers and tongue worked at my asshole as I pushed. "Come, Lady, surely this isn't so different from what your labors will be like. Women have been doing this since time immemorial, you needn't make such a fuss," he chuckled.