Thread: Eldritch Realities (Smutty w/ Lime)

Yavool... Adrian croaked as another wave of nausea clenched his gut. He'd never been entirely sure on how to pronounce his advisor's name. His eyes, unfocused saw the well rendered pixels of the dark elf, blinking a bit causing the colors to once again grow smooth. He could have sworn he'd removed the headset, yet he could hear the sounds of the guards in their armor echoing through the great hall as it was cleared of the Queen's loyal subjects. It was only by chance that he saw the guard to his left staring at him with lust in his eyes. Adrian quickly followed the guard's gaze down to where Queen Adrinnica's ample breasts were barely contained within the plated mail that was far too skimpy to offer any real protection. His jaw dropped in astonishment as one gauntleted hand moved quickly to cover the revealed flesh. The clang of Yvol's blade upside the guard's head alerting him to the man now laying prone on the floor. Adrinnica reached out to lay a restraining hand on the fist clenched around the hilt of her advisor's blade. Swallowing hard as she rose from the nearly crumpled position by her throne. Appease the masses... It was the theory he'd run his kingdom by for the past year of hardcore gaming. We've obviously found the traitor Yavool. Hand him over to the people that can no longer gaze upon their beloved Queen due to his impertinence... The words seemed hollow to his own ears, forced out by sheer will that seemed bourne of insanity. But rather than turn this dream into a nightmare, Adrian felt it best that he play along as best as he could. Adrian's mind however was in a whirlwind as he motioned to a pair of guards before pointing to the doorway that led to the Queen's private chambers. Other than Yvol, no males were allowed beyond that doorway save for the direst emergencies. I... I will retire for the evening. When the Priestess arrives, send her to my chambers to ensure that I'm well... Staggering only once as he stepped away from the throne, Adrian finally began to feel the differences in his body. His hips, broader now held an almost swaggering gait that he had long loved watching run around on the screen. Well being a relative term of course as Adrian moved slowly through the corridor. Letting one gauntleted hand scrape over the cold stone with an annoying shriek of metal. He must have tripped and fallen on the way to the bathroom, and this was some sort of insane concussion dream. Sooner or later his parents would come home and find him passed out on the floor and wake him. But for now it was probably best to just play along... and why not? He... She was Queen Adrinnica, ruler of Vorlyn. And if he did things correctly, one day, Empress of the whole of Adonnaria. The pair of guards moved quickly into the Queen's private chambers, inspecting them for any possible hidden adversaries before retreating to the doorway once more to take up their positions outside as guards. Adrian knew that his... her maid would arrive shortly. A lovely girl named Moira that had been trained as a squire for the dark knight. In the game, Adrian knew her as the character wardrobe and appearance interface... The heavy metal gauntlets were removed and tossed aside as he stopped in front of a large mirror. The long familiar avatar staring back just as it always did from the computer screen. He's made few changes to the ravishing beauty of his older sister. Most notably a slight enhancement to her already ample chest, as well as the flaming red of the hair in an intricate braided coronet under the heavy crown that the image mimiced as it was slowly removed. The reality of the highly revealing armor was far more erotic than the digital image on the screen seemed. Slowly he turned in the mirror, admiring the image from every angle.