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.

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Chapter 4: Royal Pain (Part 1)

PREVIOUSLY...

[WHICH ESCORT WILL YOU CHOOSE?]

[OPTION 1: MASTER OF THE BURNING TOWER]

[OPTION 2: THE GRAND DUKE]

[OPTION 3: THE ROYAL PRINCE]

[OPTION 4: "I need more time!"]

Truthfully, I didn't need more time after everything that had happened today. I was afraid to leave the priest, but it was time for me to advance the plot! Bracing myself, I made my selection.

NOW...

Maybe I'd been too eager, I wondered as I stared at the pile of clothes, glittering to indicate that I could equip it. When I'd made my selection, Father Shion had rushed to get everything in order. I was to be sanctified tonight before leaving the monastery, so he needed to hurry and get the ceremony together. Meanwhile, my job was to get dressed and wait until someone came to get me. I also needed to ponder the notififcation I'd gotten when I was alone.

[YOU HAVE RECEIVED A NEW QUEST:

ALL HAIL THE KING!

OBJECTIVE: See Prince Hubriste made the Crown Prince, to inherit his father's throne.

REWARD:???]

Prince Hubriste was the obvious choice given how he was the only one who hadn't literally assaulted me in our first meeting. Clearly, he would be the easiest to see reason and could be convinced to keep me as a religious advisor as we'd previously discussed. If I could just get everyone to believe that he was the one Intacta's own Herald thought should be the heir, then for sure he'd become the crown prince, right? That should basically fast track me to completion of the game and get me a ticket back to my real life! I didn't really have a reason to believe that finishing the game would do that...but I HAD to believe something would work! What were my other options? Distracted and a bit on autopilot, I approached the clothing.

[ROYAL SAINT'S BLOUSE...1x

ROYAL SAINT'S SKIRT...1x

ROYAL SAINT'S BRA...1x

ROYAL SAINT'S PANTIES...1x

ROYAL SAINT'S STOCKINGS...1x

ROYAL SAINT'S SHOES...1x]

[EQUIP ALL?]

[YES] [NO]

I was choosing to equip everything before actually reading the list. I noticed the panties a half second before the clothes I was already wearing started to glow in time with the heap in front of me. When they finally materialized, I gawked in mortification at the outfit in my status window. The white, button-up crop top clung to my body, clearly revealing the bright red, lace bra underneath. If I raised my arms, the top lifted to fully expose the bra. It was see through, which meant lewdly exposing my nipples. The sight of them trapped under the delicate lace and the feeling of it scratching softly, but persistently against my skin as I shifted hardened both nipples. 'They're just sensitive from the days events, that's all,' I insisted to myself.

Pulling my top back down as far as it would go--which still left my entire midriff exposed--I was forced to turn my attention to my lower body. The red high heels paired with knee length white stockings were a nightmare, but even worse was the white, microskirt that was practically adhered to Jester's body it was so tight. His smooth, flat belly was fully shown and even his tiny package was practically peeking out if I moved too quickly or took too wide of a step. The red panties were already visible through the fabric, just like the bra, but to have the bright red lace peek out was simply too much. Like usual, Jester's unsoiled peach was beautifully displayed, hugged lovingly by the fabric and the lower part of his globes peeking out along with the tip of his crack. It also showed that the panties didn't have a full butt and instead had a single strip of lace curving around each mound. Once again, if I were to bend over, my asshole would be completely on display.

[ROYAL SAINT'S BLOUSE EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL!]

[ROYAL SAINT'S SKIRT EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL!]

[ROYAL SAINT'S BRA EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL!]

[ROYAL SAINT'S PANTIES EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL!]

[ROYAL SAINT'S STOCKINGS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL!]

[ROYAL SAINT'S SHOES EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL!]

I wanted to re-equip my old clothes, but they'd completely vanished. With nothing else to do, I waited the next hour for Father Shion to return. He stopped short when he saw me, a slight flush coloring his normally pale cheeks. "Your escort was told to bring appropriate clothing for you to be sainted. Perhaps there was some confusion," he explained, averting his eyes. From the bag at his side, he withdrew a heavy cloak, which he handed over to me. I gratefully accepted it.

[JOURNEYMAN'S CLOAK EQUIPPED: -8 SEX APPEAL!]

The cloak went all the way down to my knees, was heavy, and dark grey. My stockings and heels were still plainly visible though, which was embarrassing, but not as bad as the entire outfit. I was uneasy now. It had seemed like we were on the same page when we'd spoken about my role as his supporter for the throne. He'd agreed to my position as his advisor, so why send such a ludicrous outfit? Sure, he'd obviously been drawn to Jester, that was to be expected with this game, but I'd made the right decisions to not unlock a scene and by the end of our meeting he'd looked positively bored with me. 'I can keep it up,' I assured myself. 'Not to mention, he would have chosen this outfit before meeting me. He probably just didn't have a chance to get me new clothes.'

Reassuring myself of his disinterest, I followed Father Shion into a different chapel than the one he'd held the morning service. This was more of a proper church it seemed, with images of Intacta in various poses of victory displayed in stained glass windows and a large, domed ceiling. The benches were filled with both acolytes and priests, eager to watch as I was officially sanctified before being sent on my way.

At the head of the room waiting for me stood Prince Hubriste, still as lovely as a painting. He wore a placid expression as the father and I approached, making no comment of the cloak I was wearing. He took my hand maybe a little too firmly, but I chalked that up to me being oversensitive, and led me to stand before a large statue of Intacta. As ever, it had massive, perky tits that were pronounced and detailed through her form-fitting robes.

I kneeled in front of her likeness as directed, the prince and the father standing to each side of the statue. I couldn't help but momentarily feel awkward with my face at level with both their crotches as they faced me. In other circumstances, I wouldn't have been opposed to being in this position, to be honest. There was a long period in university where I'd given out free blowjobs like they were candy, didn't matter who. Jocks, professors, janitors, if you had a dick, I was willing to suck, even if I'd never been willing to bottom.

Father Shion handed me an ornate chalice, heavy and silver. I drank half the sweet wine inside and then poured the rest of the liquid over the carved feet of the statue before me, repeating a prayer after the priest, though it was in a language I didn't recognize. As my prayer came to an end, I was enveloped in a soft, white glow that warmed me from my core.

I recognized this warm, floating feeling from my dream before waking up as Jester the first time and when Shion used his magic on me. A chime sounded.

[HOLY POWER AWAKENED!]

[PASSIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: RIGHTEOUS AMBITION]

[PASSIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: ADDICTIVE SERENITY]

[ACTIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: BANISH SPIRITS]

[ACTIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: BANISH DEMONS]

Because of the crowd of people staring directly at me, I wasn't able to inspect any of the notifications that appeared, but I wouldn't have had time anyway as Father Shion spoke. "Arise, Saint Valroy!" He half shouted, half-cheered, spurring the crowd to applaud and rise to their feet.

He took a half step towards me before he was blocked out by Prince Hubriste stepping forward. He was beaming, an angel's smile on a man more statuesque than Intacta's stone effigy. I'll admit, I was momentarily mesmerized as I reached for the hand he offered. But I was wrenched from that stupor as he pulled me too roughly to my feet, causing Jester's slight form to stumble and fall into his open arms.

His arms locked me into a tight hold for just a beat too long before he released me. He placed my hand around his bicep. "Allow me to escort you to our carriage, Saint Valroy," he said sweetly.

"Already?" I blurted, turning to face the Father. Of course, I wanted to hurry along, but I guess I thought I'd get to have a moment with the priest to say goodbye. For his part, the older man smiled at me kindly and nodded.

"I will follow you out, if it is all the same to you," Father Shion spoke. "I would appreciate the opportunity to see off our Herald." He was looking at the prince, asking his permission. It felt bizarre, but with royalty around, no one else's opinion seemed to matter.

His smile seemed a bit stiff, but he nodded nonetheless. 'I should really talk to him about this kind of thing,' I thought, feeling awkward in this notably feminine way I was being guided out of the monastery. But I was grateful Father Shion could accompany us, even if he did have to walk several steps behind us.

"It's a shame I wasn't able to see you in the clothing I sent along," the prince lamented. "I was so looking forward to seeing your form truly flattered. But I suppose a gentleman must mind his lady's modesty," he finished with a chuckle. I felt an uncertain knot form in my stomach. The night air was chilly as we exited the building. I could see the line of carriages waiting, the latter two belonging to the unselected male leads. The first in line being the prince's, naturally. I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued on, though I was sure he must have noticed my attempt to talk.

"When we get to the palace, I'll adorn you in the finest silks and jewels. You'll be the flower of high society--heavens know my cow of a sister can't retain that position with any competition of merit," he boasted, smiling broadly. "I'll get Findel to design your entire wardrobe. I can't wait to see that shrew's face when she sees you in his finest dresses!"

I was thankful when a chime sounded as we drew close to the carriage.

[THE PRINCE APPEARS TO HAVE SOME EXPECTATIONS FOR YOUR RELATIONSHIP. HOW WILL YOU RESPOND?]

[OPTION 1: GRATEFULLY ACCEPT THE GIFTS AND ASK WHAT TO EXPECT AT THE PALACE.]

[OPTION 2: ASK FOR MODEST ATTIRE BEFITTING YOUR POSITION.]

"Your Highness," I began carefully after selecting OPTION 2, "As we previously discussed, I'm happy to serve as your religious advisor, but I think more modest clothing would be better suited to that service."

The prince came to an abrupt halt. He was still smiling, but his voice had a bite to it. "I've thought this before, but you are quite ungrateful, do you know that, my lady?" I was just about to protest both him addressing me as "lady" and his accusation of ingratitude when I felt a sharp tug on my cloak as he ripped it off, revealing my outfit in all it's slutty glory.

[JOURNEYMAN'S CLOAK UNEQUIPPED: +8 SEX APPEAL!]

"What are yo--wah!" He moved smoothly, grabbing me by the elbow and pushing me roughly into the carriage. I managed to keep my balance overall while being forced up the steps, but I stumbled once I was actually inside. Flailing, I wound up with my legs wide open to regain my balance as I fell backwards onto one of the two cushioned benches inside. The position of my legs pushed my microskirt up to fully reveal my lace-covered genitals.

Hubriste was inside the carriage and on me in a second, lording over me in my compromised position, he grabbed me by the jaw, squeezing with a bruising strength as he made me to look into his eyes. His smile still hadn't wavered, though there was a definite edge now. "Let me dispel you of whatever notions you have around the position you find yourself in," he menaced. "The moment you chose me, you chose a position as my woman!"

His free hand tore my blouse open, popped off buttons flying in different directions. I could hear Father Shion protesting from outside the carriage, it sounded like he was arguing with someone, but I couldn't see them. Thoughts of the priest were interrupted by Hubriste grinding his hips into mine. His bulge straining against his fancy breeches dwarfed my lace-covered dick.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

This wasn't fair! I made all the right decisions to avoid this, I was sure! I wanted to push against his chest, curse, and fight, but I couldn't move, locked in place by the game controls. The only resistance I could offer was to cover my laced nipples in shame. Frustrated by my own inability to defend myself, I was mortified when tears stung my eyes.

Hubriste rubbed the front of my panties, my neglected prick immediately rising to attention. "Don't cry, sweetness," he cajoled, leaning forward and forcing a deep kiss. His tongue danced in and out of my mouth, making it hard for me to breathe. Without warning, he hooked his hands behind my knees and hiked them up by my ears. Shame and outrage mixed in my gaze, but the prince gave no notice. "You look beautiful," he purred.

He kissed my chin lightly, then nipped and sucked down my throat until he reached my chest. Noticing that I was still covering my skimpy bra with my hands, he pushed my thighs up higher, fully bending me in half. "Do something useful with those hands and hold your legs up," he commanded. I felt his dick twitch against mine.

[QUICK TIME EVENT!]

[THE PRINCE HAS GIVEN A COMMAND. SHOULD YOU OPPOSE IT?]

[YES][NO]

Without hesitation, I hit [YES] and with a small ding a bullseye with a hand in the middle appeared on the prince's cheek with a timer counting down from 5...4...3...Lashing out, my palm connected with his face, dead center of my target. Another ding and a symbol appeared on his chest, this time a foot and counting down 10... 9...I struggled to get my feet in a position where I could kick him, but he still had my legs pinned back in such a way that I could only swing my feet to each side of him.

...2...1...Hubriste slammed his hips forward, jarring me and rubbing his bulge over the length of my shaft. My body couldn't help but jerk my hips forward to meet him on the third thrust, sending electricity up my spine. Above me, a notification appeared.

[LUST: (***/-------)]

I remembered helping Tobiah in the bath after he'd been overcome by lust. Malleable and horny, he was easy to control, I couldn't let that happen to me with the prince! When a new bullseye appeared on each shoulder with a fist and a 5 second countdown, I renewed my efforts, hitting both when they'd barely reached 3. Hubriste dropped one of my legs, frustration knotting his brow.

"Stop fighting me, woman," he growled. He reached for me and another target appeared on his hand, this time with a symbol that looked like teeth. Lunging forward, I tried to bite at his fingers before the timer ran out, but this time he was able to dodge my repeated attempts. As the timer ran out, he grabbed my jaw and pushed my head back against the seat before he dove at my covered tits, biting and pulling at them through the lace. Even with the fabric offering a flimsy barrier, I found my body reacting. Sure enough, when I glanced up, I saw that the lust meter had increased.

[LUST: (****/------)]

I fought and scrambled like my life depended on it, but for every blow I landed, I missed another. The prince's annoyance continued to rise with my arousal, my body weakening in the struggle that was rocking the carriage. Our positions changed over time until the he had wrestled me onto my stomach in the seat, bent over and exposed, since my cock and balls had slipped out of my dainty panties.

Missing another quick time event to scratch at his hand pressing down on my shoulders, I felt a heap of spit hit the top of my crack and start sliding down my cheeks. To my horror, the feeling sent a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies loose in my stomach.

[LUST: (*******/---)]

I could hear the ding of targets appearing behind me, but I couldn't react to them any longer now that I couldn't see any part of his body. Exhausted and increasingly horny, the waterworks really started, big ugly tears that blurred my vision. Fuck, this wasn't fair! "Please, your highness," I squeaked out, having no other options. "Don't do this, please!"

"Be a good girl and I'll be gentle," he bit back, showing no signs of exhaustion. His finger found my hole as another ping went off behind me. He was spreading his spit around my rosebud. I gasped, jerked, renewed all efforts to fight him with my increasingly sluggish body. Twisting around as best I could, I grabbed at his wrist to stop him from playing with my ass. Craning my neck, I could see the timer on his cheek that I had no hope of reaching in time...2...1. As if my hand wasn't there trying to stop him, he pierced my hole, wiggling his digit inside me. He grazed something inside me and my mind went blank as my body spasmed and my cock twitched.

[LUST: (*********/-)]

Pushed back facedown on the bench by Hubriste's free hand, I knew that the next sound I heard signaled my last chance to fight back, but all I could do was wiggle my ass and cry. When I felt his hand reach around my little cock and his finger working overtime in my unwilling ass, I was undone. My arousal continued to climb and my body refused to move any longer, my arms giving out entirely while my hips started to thrust in time with the invading finger.

[LUST: (**********)]

[STATUS EFFECT: LUST HAZE (Temporary)]

[Satisfaction: (***/-------)]

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

"Angh!" I wordlessly cried out as he abruptly pushed a second finger inside me. The knot in my gut tightened.

"Tight, but my finger slips in so easily. Tell me, my lady, has a man been trespassing on my territory?" He paused for a breath before adding darkly, "I'll know if you're lying, so I suggest you not test me."

My mind was moving too slow to even consider lying to be honest. "Ffingers," I struggled to get out, sounding half drunk. "But never...never had...sex." His hands abruptly left my body before he grabbed me up and spun me around to face him on my knees. In my addled state, I collapsed against his chest.

"Who?" He barked, grabbing me by the hair with one hand and his other hand returning to my ass, groping at my cheeks before shoving two fingers back inside me.

It was a struggle to recount the events of the game so far in my current state. "Landlord...forced me," I tried to explain, but the prince cut me off.

"Anyone else?"

"The bloody cap--hrgh!--was the next one, he...he licked me--hah!--back there and then," I choked on the next words. I didn't think it was a good idea for the prince to know that Shion had been forced to act as a human drain stopper for my asshole during my wine enema. And yet, despite my resistance, the automated directions took control and the words were drug from me. "The father...h-had to use...his fingers...to clean out the spit." The prince stilled.

"He finger fucked you just the other day, you've spent all that time alone with him, and you expect me to believe he hasn't had you? Am I to be cuckolded by the church, Father?" This last part he shouted past me.

"Noooo," I groaned, unable to stop humping my hard, little dick against his swollen, but still concealed rod. "He...it was--ooh--just to help...me, Highness."

"Oh, my innocent dove," he sighed. "My foolish, innocent dove, you think that was just to help you? Are you truly so ignorant to the lust of men? Let me show you now who you truly belong to." He was gentle as he repositioned me to face the open carriage door, where I could see Father Shion on his knees in front of Sir Videre facing us. I was too far lost in my lust haze to feel shame or concern. I was mostly just confused.