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.

Chapter 6: Royal Pain (Part 3)

PREVIOUSLY...

Festering in my room, I skipped supper that night and had Flos deliver word that I wasn't feeling well. I took the opportunity to catch up on some much-needed sleep without having arousal invade my dreams. Without the ever-present horniness, I was actually able to enjoy the luxurious bed that I was in and the comfortable feeling of my tiny, silken nightgown. Even snuggled into bed, I couldn't escape the cold feeling that was lodged in my chest or the dim buzzing in my brain as I wondered what new torments tomorrow might bring.

NOW...

Maybe because I was free from arousal, my dreams were blessedly void of any erotic content. I was in my bedroom, in my own body. I recognized it when I looked down at myself. My big hands, my tanned skin, my buff torso and meaty thighs. But someone was in my apartment, I could hear them in the living room watching TV. There had to be someone there, I was meticulous about making sure I turned off all electronics when I left a room. My friends had described me as anal about it more than once or twice.

Surprisingly, it was my ex on the sofa, laying there like a corpse. His messy, brown hair was dark and unwashed. It looked almost black and clung to his head. Lee had been down towards the end of our relationship and would skip showering for days on end. Guilt weighed heavily on me.

He turned to look at me. His smile was sad. This must have been about a year ago, right before we broke up. He had a black eye from the fight he'd started with a woman at a bar. Everything unspoken hung between us, making the room feel tense.

I mumbled something, I don't remember what exactly, and in the dream my voice sounded too muffled and far away to hear. His smile faded. I felt a knot in my chest. I had to get out of here.

Heading for the front door, I flung it open and stared into the vast and endless darkness before me. I heard something shift out there, something far away, but coming closer. I started to back up and close the door when a sudden force in the small of my back launched me forward.

Turning as I fell, I saw Lee standing there, his hands still upraised. He got smaller and smaller as I fell backwards into the shadows, the light from the open doorway became a tiny spot far, far away. I heard something moving in the dark again, towards me this time. I could do nothing but fall further and listen as whatever it was crept ever closer.

My breathing came fast. I spun uselessly in the nothing, a ragdoll freefalling.

I jolted awake.

For a moment, all I could hear was my own rapid breathing, my heart racing in my ears, and the tick, tick, tick, of the grandfather clock. It was just a little past three in the morning, the room lit up by the full moon's light.

Staring at the ceiling, I focused on calming my breathing, tried to still myself and settle back into sleep. I was almost lulled into dozing off when a loud banging on my door had me shooting upright in bed. The doors were crashing open as I worked to disentangle myself from the blankets, floundering out of the bed just as Hubriste came into sight.

He stumbled slightly before steadying himself, then took several large swigs from the flask he was holding before tossing it over his shoulder, apparently empty. I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was obviously drunk, it was a state I hadn't had to deal with him in yet. Normally, he'd go straight to his chambers after a night of drinking and sleep it off.

His gaze focused on me and he broke out into a smile, dazzling in the moonlight. "My lady," he called, holding out his hand. Cautiously, I stepped forward, but stopped short a few paces away from him, about halfway between the open doorway and my bed. The two guards stationed outside my room were visible, but had their backs turned to the prince and me. Sir Videre was staring at us unabashedly.

"What brings you here, Your Highness?" I questioned carefully, keeping my voice light. His arm stayed raised and he suddenly lunged forward. He was faster than me, capturing my hand in his and my cheek with the other, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"I couldn't get you out of my mind," he said, caressing my face. He leaned in and planted an easy kiss on my nose, my chin, then my lips. Ding!

[HUBRISTE COULD USE A PLACE TO REST.]

[OPTION 1: GUIDE HIM TO THE DOOR.]

[OPTION 2: GUIDE HIM TO YOUR BED.]

He was being uncharacteristically gentle, I held the faintest hope that I could get him out of my room and send him on his way, so I gingerly extricated myself from his grasp and pressed OPTION 1. Linking arms with him, I steered him towards the doorway. We managed a few steps before he came to a halt.

"...Your Highness?" His eyes were downcast, his smile gone.

"Guards," he said. The men turned to face us, shocked to be called. He motioned for them to come closer, which they did nervously. Videre stayed in the doorway, observing his liege lord. I shifted from foot to foot, very aware of the skimpy, silk nightgown I was wearing. "Tell me, are you married men?"

Both men nodded.

"Excellent. Now, when you get home after a night of drinking, what are you looking for from your wife? And answer honestly," he said.

"T-to be attended to, sire," answered one of them after a stretch of silence.

"And what do you mean by that?" I started to pull away from Hubriste, a sense of dread creeping up my chest. He strengthened his lock on my arm, refusing to allow me to move, even as he drunkenly leaned into me.

"Sex," answered the other guard plainly.

Hubriste snapped his fingers and pointed at the man. "Exactly!" He turned to face me. "Sex," he said resolutely.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

He released his grasp on my arm to slide his own around my shoulders before abruptly shoving me forward. I toppled over, hitting my knees on the ground before the momentum laid me flat. I looked up at the two guards, both of whom were confused and unsure of how to react.

"All a man wants after a night on the town is some good, old fashioned service. A nice willing hole, but my woman tried to send me on my way. As though I'm a bother of some kind, is that it, my lady?"

"Not at all, Your Highness," I began, starting to get on my hands and knees, but I was cut off by Hubriste straddling me, forcing me to lie flat on my stomach again. The cold from the stone floor sank into my skin. My nightie was bunched under my stomach, exposing the assless panties I had worn to bed.

He moved to sit back on my thighs and I could hear him fumbling with his pants. "Spread yourself," he commanded. Feeling cornered, I grabbed a fat ass cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, spreading myself open for Hubriste and the guards towering over us to see.

I could feel my exposed asshole reflexively wink open and closed. "So sexy," muttered the prince. The two guards started to back off outside of the room to retake their posts. "Stay," Hubriste said. "My lady prefers an audience," he lied. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he forced my head up. "Isn't that true, Lady Saintess?" He was mocking me. Deliberately antagonizing me in front of these men and daring me to disagree.

My ass was still tender and bruised from the punishment I'd received yesterday for hiding under the table when Hubriste tried to fuck me. I was sure I'd receive the same treatment here if I didn't agree. Was it worth it? When I'd already broken and agreed to be his woman? Biting at my lower lip, I nodded. But that wasn't enough. Hubriste gave my head a quick shake, rattling my brain. "Yes, Your Highness, I love being watched while you take me," I said quickly, lest he start doling out blows.

Hubriste was pleased with my quick show of deference, releasing my hair. "Isn't she a good girl?" I felt his naked cock touch my bare asshole and a quick, unwanted thrill ran up my spine. His cockhead was wet with pre-cum and my hole was well-used at this point, so while it would burn a bit, he'd slip right in if he tried. But instead he slid past my entrance, smearing pre-cum up and down my crack as he hotdogged my ass. He pushed my hands aside and squeezed my cheeks together around his shaft, masturbating with my copious ass-flesh as he rocked back and forth.

Feeling the veins of his prick rubbing along my hole made goosebumps rise on my skin. The wet, slipping sounds, the smack of his pelvis against my ass, and Hubriste's grunting had me pressing my face into the floor, willing the noises away. But they wormed their way in my ears, arousing me despite myself.

I heard the rustling of cloth ahead of me. When I looked, it was Sir Videre, watching the scene before him as ever. He had undone his breeches and was jerking his turgid rod again, his scarred face set in that same ugly grimace. Just as the last set of guards had, these two exchanged uncertain glances before going to work at their own ties.

Three men were in front of me manhandling their dicks while they watched Hubriste molest me. Shame prickled along my skin. I hated them all, but I hated myself too. Hated the way my body was reacting.

My nipples were hard as gems from the cold surface, making them even more sensitive. My pelvis was ground into the floor with every forward thrust, causing my sad little clit-dick to harden. Then there was my asshole, twitching wantonly as though trying to suction up Hubriste's cock as it stroked by.

I could feel a need building as my body betrayed me. It started in my core, but radiated down to my groin and ass.

Jester's body, I reminded myself for the umpteenth time, clinging to my sanity as my hole ached to be filled. It was a small solace to remind myself that the real me wasn't warped and ruined like this body was. These base responses weren't mine.

Hubriste's speed was picking up, he was getting closer. As his dick began to pulse and twitch, his thrusts became erratic.

With one final thrust, he quickly hilted inside me, stunning me into a silent scream as he popped his glans into my colon and released his seed, his entrance only slightly aided by the amount of precum he'd leaked already. "Breed you," he grunted. "Fucking...breeding this wet pussy!" He collapsed, flattening me to the ground again. The weight of him made me squirm. Part of my wretched brain felt pleased with the settled pressure on top of me.

I'd always loved when a partner rode my fat cock to completion only to slump over in satisfied exhaustion, their whole body weight on me. It had always satisfied a primal part of my brain. But now I felt like it was being used against me. I didn't want to enjoy anything Hubriste did to me, much less something that belonged to the real me so completely.

"You're squishing me," I complained in an attempt to get him off me, but all it did was prompt him to lean in and start nipping and licking at my earlobe. Then his arm was wrapping around my neck, tightening on my throat in a move he seemed to enjoy. He squeezed, cutting off my breathing as he continued to nuzzle and lick my ear.

He was still inside me, I could feel my channel clench as he applied pressure to my throat. "You're so naughty," he whispered loudly, making sure the other men could hear his hushed tone. "Getting tight when I choke you a little. Your pussy was made to be fucked by me." He used his knees to push mine apart so that I was splayed out underneath him, staying lodged in my asshole the entire time.

Then, exhibiting an almost magical lack of refractory period, he was ramming into me again, squeezing my neck until spots dappled the air around me and I couldn't speak. The sounds of him sloshing in and out of my hole, sloppy with his cum now, sounded far away as it felt like he was cutting off my air supply longer and more steadily than usual.

I started to panic, to buck and thrash underneath him, but his response was to tighten his grip even further, to plow my pink asshole with even more vigor. 'He's too drunk,' I thought to myself in terror. 'He's not in control like normal and he's too drunk! He'll kill me!'

I grabbed at his obstruction at my neck, tears streaming down my face as he fucked me deep and kept me in his chokehold. His free hand came around and grabbed my clawing hand, forcing it to the floor. "Keep being a good girl," he scolded me as though I wasn't developing tunnel vision. "Just let me indulge in this tight, premium cunt," I could feel that he was speaking directly into my ear, but he sounded like he was across the room. Ding!

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

Just when I thought I would pass out, he released his hold long enough for me to take a series of desperate, coughing breaths before he was blocking my throat yet again. I don't know how long he kept at me like that, but it definitely took longer to get to his second load than it had taken to get to his first.

For my part, I had long surpassed what would have been the peak of my desire and was in desperate need of not only air, but orgasm. I couldn't even speak to beg for release with his hold only easing when I was about to lose consciousness. When Hubriste finally came, he practically bellowed in drunken triumph, emptying shot after shot of cum into my already occupied pucker.

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

Meanwhile, the guards released their loads on the floor in front of me, leaving only Videre to continue beating his disgusting meat where I couldn't help but see it. We locked eyes and just like that, the bodyguard was cumming onto my marble tiles as well. I was appalled as my disgust was eclipsed by my arousal.

Collapsing again in contentment, his rod finally softening slightly, Hubriste fully let go of his hold on my neck. I coughed until I almost retched, hating him for doing this to me. And his softening pole was still lodged inside me, making me feel wanting and dissatisfied.

"Let me cum," I asked weakly once my coughing fit was through.

It was easy for the prince to quickly flip me over so that I was laying on my back with my legs on either side of him. My nightie was still bunched around my stomach, showing the front of my assless panties now, which displayed my tiny little girl-cock poking up from underneath them like an oversized clit.

"Show me what a naughty girl you are and I'll let you cum," he said, his broad smile a hated thing to me.

Unsure of what to do exactly, I glanced up and saw the other three men still watching me eagerly, their members stiffening again in anticipation of what I might do. Embarrassed, I turned back to Hubriste wondering what he might like to see, so that I would be allowed to cum.

I'd already sacrificed so much dignity to stay in control of myself and be able achieve orgasm. I was certain that if I didn't act soon, the automated controls would take over and I despised being puppeted by whatever malignant force controlled this world. And if it wasn't the automated controls, it would be the Lust Haze, I reminded myself. Best to keep control where possible.

Resigning myself, I pulled my nightie up to my armpits, revealing my hard, perky nipples. I played with my them, pinching and twisting them both, unable to stop myself from moaning. The tea had definitely done it's job making my nips more sensitive. As I abused my tender flesh, I felt my orgasm building. I could cum just from playing with my chest. The realization made me feel...absurdly feminine.

I blanched, horrified at the thought, but I was too far gone to stop now. I let my right hand trail down to where my panties hid my clit-cock and tiny testis. First, I rubbed on top of them, circling my erection with my pointer finger, teasing myself for Hubriste's pleasure. From there, I gently flicked my finger over the little bulb that would be the head if I still had a proper dick.

I couldn't stand the cloth in the way of direct skin contact anymore, but I also couldn't slide my panties down with my legs spread out and I couldn't close my legs because the prince was kneeling directly between them. Instead, I lifted my pelvis off the floor in a pelvic thrust position, putting my sloppy hole at level with his crotch.

I slid my hands inside of my panties and massaged my tiny girl-dick with two fingers, but I could see that Hubriste wasn't impressed enough with my actions. He remained silent as I continued to rub myself feverishly beneath my panties and still pulled on my abused nipple.

Pushing my two fingers out the underside of the panties, I traced my perineum before plunging them into my abused hole. The shlopping sound of my fingers attracted Hubriste's gaze and his dick gained full mast. I gathered fingers-full of cum before returning to my panties, rubbing the prince's fluids all over my tiny, girly member.

There were slick sounds coming from under my panties now, the guardsmen in the room were eagerly jerking their cocks to my show, but my prince was waiting, still not letting me cum.

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

"Please, Your Highness, let my little clit-prick cum for you," I entreated him.

He grabbed at my hand and stopped me from stimulating myself, setting me to a grinding halt that frayed my nerves. "Not your 'clit-prick,' my lady," he corrected me. "Just your clit." He moved his hands down to my asshole and stuck in two fingers with no resistance whatsoever. I would have cum immediately even before he started to directly attack my prostate. "And what is this?"

I swayed my hips wildly as he rubbed that smooth gland inside of me through my asshole. Not my asshole, not anymore. "It's a pussy, Your Highness," I conceded defeat once again. "You're fingering my cum-stuffed cunt while I rub my clit for you."

"Fuck yes, good girl," he sent me closer and closer to that unobtainable completion. I dearly needed to cum.

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

I was allowed to resume masturbating my big clit, trailing the cock ring with my fingers, wishing that I could remove it. "I wanna cum while you finger my cunt, please," I begged him, scared that he would tease me until I was overcome with Lust.

He pushed another finger inside me, three fingers sliding in and massaging my bitch spot. My legs and hips almost gave out right there, but I knew if I let myself drop to the ground I'd have to start over with convincing Hubriste to let me climax.

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

Fuck, what did I have to say to make him let me cum?!

"Prince Hubriste," I wheedled, "Please let me cum--oooh, ffu-ha! I've been a good girl. And shi--hah! And my clit, nipples...and pussy all want to make me cum!"

He smiled and leaned over me, sawing his fingers in and out of me, staring into my eyes while the two of us cumulatively worked away at my most erogenous zones. "Would you rather cum from my fingers or my royal cock?"

"Cock!" I answered so quickly that Hubriste and the two guards laughed at me. My face and shoulders colored in humiliation, but I was too far gone for self-respect at this point. "I want your...thick cock to fuck my...cunt until I cum, my prince!"

His fingers were gone and immediately replaced by his glans at my entrance. He kissed my hole with his wet tip before splitting me open, slowly sliding all the way home to the root.

"Your pussy muscles are wrapping around my cock and squeezing nicely," he praised me. "And I love this spot inside of you right here," he emphasized his point by pushing deeper into the bend of my colon. He grabbed me by the waist and used his grip as leverage to swing his hips pounding into mine.

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

It took all my focus and might to keep my hips elevated as Hubriste dicked me down. "Wanna cum! Pleeeeeease!" I gasped, terrified as the lust meter continually increased and my brain was getting all screwed up from the bombardment of orgasmic arousal with no outlet or end.