Eldritch Realities (Smutty w/ Lime)

[Smutty McPlot]

"Out of the way loser!" Was all Adrian heard as he was shoved face first against a bank of lockers, several of the football team passing through the hall. Laughing as several books spilled from the teen's hands, scrambling to save the laptop before it hit the floor. All he saw were the letterman's jackets and their retreating forms, it was all he ever saw as he recovered from yet another assault. Nearly a daily occurance, he sighed heavily as he adjusted his glasses.

So much had changed in the ten years since his older sister, Alicia had graduated. Valdectorian, head cheerleader, prom queen, the most popular girl in school... and Ardrian... A Senior now, and he'd never even been out on a date with a girl, let alone kissed one. It wasnt that he was bad looking, merely awkward. His long black hair was lanky and often unwashed and a pair of thick glasses assisted with what a lifetime of starring at a computer screen had destroyed. All those years indoors had left him slender, almost scrawny compared to the jocks that tormented him daily, and more pale than even the most devoted of the goth freaks.

At least it was the end of the day. Adrian sighed once more as he closed the laptop and finnished gathering up his spilled papers. The books were shoved into his locker and the computer carefully returned to it's case as he grabbed his jacket. Only half an hour more and he would be able to escape this false reality once more. Return to a place where his older sister's shadow didnt reach, a world where he was nearly a god. Or more precisely, a Goddess.

Eldritch Wizardry II, the lands of Vorlyn, where Queen Adrinnica and her party of loyal companions had conquored the dreaded Wraith King and freed the lands from the tyranny of his undead hordes.

Adrian was the top rated player in the game, having begun playing nearly the day Eldritch Wizardry I had hit the shelves. He, and several others had been given the opportunity to take command of a few of the kingdoms in preparation for the new expansion due out within the year. No alliances had been formed yet to be considered a threat to their rules, though rumors had begun circulating that the king of one of the southern kingdoms hadnt been online in weeks now and was on the verge of losing his kingdom. The territory shared a border with his own kingdom of Vorlyn, and for the past week had been discussing with his advisors and assorted alliance members a possible invasion.

A quick jaunt home and he was in front of his computer as it powered up, a still half cold hot pocket in one hand and a can of mountain dew in the other. His parents both worked late, leaving him several hours of uninterrupted game time after school. The hot pocket joined several others that sat forgotten in various stages of finnished on the edge of the desk, the can also joined several others that were soon pushed aside to make room for today's offerings. All too slowly for him, the game screen loaded, finally bringing up an image of the lovely Queen Adrinnica.

Alicia had been a success in life, at everything she touched, so her little rother found it fitting that he use that midas touch. Several photographs of her scanned into the computer had given him an online Avatar identical to one of the most beautiful women in the teen's life as she had looked at his age. Of course he'd made a few cosmetic changes over the years, as well as a couple of enhancements. But it was still his big sister staring out from the screen at him.

For the next several hours he sat in his throne room finalizing the marching orders with his advisors and alliance members. All of the players in his kingdom had been under orders to set their teleportation runes for one of the towns nearest the southern border. His advisors made adjustments in programming subtly to begin moving most of the computer controled NPC troops to the border as well. Others were being left in defense of the castle should any of the other rulers get any ideas from this assault. Everything was ready, now they were only awaiting the order to attack.

A notifier blinked in the corner of the screen, alerting him to an important message from the Administrators, and he watched a moment as an official messenger approached the throne with an official looking scroll in hand. Adrian rose slowly from his seat, intending on heading to the bathroom as he clicked the message to let it load while he was away. A wave of diziness caused him to suddenly grip the back of his chair, a staggering pain in the pit of his stomach forcing his eyes closed.

A swift wave of nausea nearly brought up what little he'd eaten that day followed by a blinding pain in the pit of his skull, the scent of polished metal, leather and sweat assaulting his senses. Adrian gripped the back of his chair tighter trying to keep his footing. The action was met with the shriek of twisted metal as the corner of his golden throne crumpled under his gauntleted fist. His chest felt heavy, for that matter everything felt heavy crushing his slender frame.

"Your Majesty...?" Came the familiar voice of his foremost advisor. "Queen Adrinnica, are you unwell?" Adrian's eyes popped open in shock, starring toward his computer screen, only to be met with the startled gazes of those that filled his throne room. Many wore looks of concern like that of his advisors, fearful that their ruler might have somehow taken ill. Their Queen stared back in confusion, the pain subsiding, clutching the luminescent scroll that the messenger had presented to him.

The messenger bowed, offering a congradulatory smirk. "So sayeth the Gods..." He muttered before vanishing in a puff of acrid smoke. The throneroom erupted in cries of 'witchcraft' and 'sorcery'. Concerns arising that the Daenorians had just made their retaliatory strike against the Queen. Adrian just stood there astonished, his eyes moving from the spot the messenger had just vacated to the scroll clutched in his gauntleted fist.

 

[Lime]

On the best day in Los Angeles, the air had a thickness to it, a gritty three-dimensionality that stained cars and bit into lungs. Not that Adrien or anyone who grew up in the area really noticed. It was simply the reality of modern-day, big-city air. In contrast, the air in Vorlyn practically sparkled with the purity of a crystal clear spring. If Queen Adrinnica had stood on her tallest balcony she could have seen past the Garlochyan Swamps to the mountains of Daenor, the neighboring kingdom—now in a state of collapse—with perfect clarity despite the vast leagues between the two kingdoms.

The scent of orange blossoms filled the air as the third harvest was underway the abundant crops were even now being shipped for transportation to those kingdoms that had failed to invest in the basic infrastructure gave a mighty kingdom such as Vorlyn its strength and sustainability.

The silver-beared, Chief Advisor Lord Yvol stepped forward in concern when he saw his beloved liege reel in shock. “Your Majesty...? He said in quick concern. “Queen Adrinnica, are you unwell?” His pale violet eyes, usually so cold, held a warmth that only appeared when he looked upon his liege. The warrior noted the glaze of shock and realized that his queen was either ill or had been poisoned. He looked down at the scroll, still glowing faintly. His attention had barely left the scroll when the messenger vanished.

As cries of ‘witchcraft' and 'sorcery' filled the air, Lord Yvol stepped in front of his Queen, blocking the crowd’s view of her. None should be allowed to see his liege in any way weakened. It might send thoughts in directions best avoided. He made a quick sign to the Captain of the Royal Guard. “Clear the chamber now,” his voice roared out. In unison swords and shields leaped into position and men flooded the area surrounding their queen, ready to die should any threat present itself.

“We need a priest!” Lord Yvol tossed over his shoulder as he knelt before the Queen. “My liege what is happened. Tell me what to do?” His voice held the love and concern of a fantatic.

In truth, Adrian had taken a very long term view in building his online kingdom. Where most player had immediately launched military campaigns, he had slowly built an economic infrastructure. This had allowed him after a year of hard-core gaming to max the loyalty of his people. His avatar was considered the high priestess of the sole lawful religion in her kingdom.

The game had been set up so that morality was self-defined by picking either an evil or the good axis. When the game first began, the kind of people who studied the rules and tried for the maximum in-game benefits had quickly realized the evil path lead to easier access to power. Adrian had chosen the evil path when he began his game. It meant you got the more powerful dark units. It also tended to be a lot of fun in terms of the toys you ended up with, a lot of sacrifices, slaves, treasure rooms. As high priestess, as long as the people received sufficient ‘food units’ and ‘morale activities’ whatever Queen Adrinnica declared to be the rule of the land was defacto just and right, but he got additional points for his avatar by doing acts that maxed his evil totem.

Later the game programs balanced out the two paths, but they allowed the early adopters to keep their initial gains. At one time, Queen Adrinnica’s kingdom had been inhabited by a few people from his own high school who had banded together under the hokey sounding “Legion of Good.” They had engaged in a lot of griefing of other players. Initially, they had made Adrinnica’s in-game life hell. But when she gained power, she had used it to drive them out.

As Adrian recovered from the sudden transformation, perhaps some sort of psychotic break where digitial pixels seemed real, he had an astonishing realization. The guard to her left was staring almost lustfully down at the well-endowed breasts Adrian’s older sister had lent for the avator of Queen Adrinnica, a terrible longing in his brown eyes.

Almost as soon as Adrian realized that he or rather she was an object of lust, the guard was stricken to the ground by the flat of Lord Yvol’s blade. The 6’5” silver-bearded black-elf warrior placed one metal clad foot on the guard’s head and turned. “How dare you raise your eyes to the Queen,” he roared.

In another reality, his sister Alicia wiped tears from her eyes. The 5’7” green eyed blond had just left her latest appointment with Dr. Mandrake. Despite fertility treatments, she was still not pregnant. Stress, the doctor had hypothesized. She needed to let go of her active litigation practice and try and have fun. Who had time for fun?

 

[Smutty McPlot]

"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.

 

[Lime]

At his Queen’s touch, Lord Yvol immediately held his strength. His cold eyes stared down at he guard laying at his feet. He had trained him personally and fostered his promotion through the ranks, eventually into the Queen’s personal honor guard. Yet at perceiving a threat to her majesty’s dignity, it had never occurred to him that he might withhold his wrath, perhaps counsel the soldier privately.

Such might seem cruel, but every man in that room knew that had the Queen demanded his right arm or even his neck, he would have reacted equally quickly in offering her his arm or life without out so much as a blinked hesitation. He expected the same loyalty from everyone who entered into his beloved Queen’s presence. And for the most part, it existed.

He turned his carved, dark features to the Queen. And while he listened to her, his eyes also held concern that she might be well. On hearing her words, “appease the masses,” the slightest hint of smile graced his thin lips and he nodded. His queen may be ill, but her mind and almost mythical grasp of her people’s needs was still present.

Yvol looked down at the man, really a boy still for he had progressed rapidly through the ranks, and removed his metal studded, hardened leather boot from the guard’s neck. “You heard the Queen,” he snapped. “Obey.”

The guard (Rivaldi, was his name) looked gray as he was lead outside. But he did not scream or resist. His Queen had demanded his life, he would give it. Such was the loyalty of those who guarded the queen’s person.

He would die. But he knew his family would not suffer. Yvol’s hand would be behind the scenes ensuring that Rivaldi’s mother, father, and two younger brother’s were not tainted by the poison of the treacherous Rivaldi, unless of course the Queen dictated otherwise.

Not long after this, deep in the Queen's chamber, after the guards had ensured the Queen’s retreat was secure and retreated, Moira stepped forward out of the shadows. The black-haired maid had an uncanny facility for appearing exactly when she was needed.

Already Queen Adrinnica felt better. Her stomach was settling down, the visceral smells and sights and the feel of silk at her sleeve, cold metal on her gauntleted fists seemed less illusion and more to be expected. Whether Adrian had experienced a psychotic break or been drugged, his avatar was adjusting to the ‘reality’ of the situation. It was hard to deny that this body felt and saw and smelled what it did. Turning to Moira, she gestured that the maid might approach.

She did so and knelt at her Queen’s feet, almost prostrate. Crawling forward in a manner that seemed less subjugated than wildly erotic, she began to kiss her Queen’s feet with soft red lips, her slender hands moving forward with a dampened rag to wash the stains of the day from her lady’s toes. Adrian had an absent minded thought. Where had that dampened rag come from? If this was the Moira avatar from the game, he knew she would be able to present any of the outfits that Adrian had purchased for his avatar over the life of the game instantly.

She was almost a genie in that sense, an avatar that was more than a simple character, but then also less than a character in that Adrian had never seen Moira outside these chambers and would have never expected to see her.

Looking up with her dark eyes, Moira whispered, “you smell ravishing my most precious Queen and the salt of your feet is like ambrosia to my tongue.” Her eyes gleamed with pride at being allowed to serve her Queen. Outside the chamber, Queen Adrinnica heard the High Priestess’s presence announced. She would examine the Queen to ensure she had not been poisoned. Oddly, though, Adrian felt more alive than he had ever felt as an earthbound boy. His body thrummed with strange, glorious senses.

The feel of Moira’s lips upon his feet, her cool hands bathing his avatar’s feet had sent shivery sensations up his no her delicate calves to the very center of his being. It wasn’t the blood rushing feel of his cock hardening, but something utterly different and not as blatantly sexual.

The curtains parted and the High Priestess entered, bowing low, though not as low as Moira had done.

 

[Smutty McPlot]

Now Adrian knew he had either finally snapped, or was well and truly lost in his own fantasy coma dream. Moira had been his... her... he had to start thinking like Adrinnica if he was going to enjoy this psychotic episode. Moira had been her gift upon reaching the rank of Lord back in EWI, after the changeover, those people lucky enough to have one to carry over were given several other benefits, becomming the initial Overlords, HighChieftains, and Warlords in the game. For years now he had fantasized about the relationship between Adrinnica and her maid. Several stories had even been written, yet remained safely on his hard drive, and away from other players.

Yet the way the girl approached was just as he had always imagined. That first erotic tingle was familiar, yet as it began to spread out in his body in an unfamiliar sensation, Adrian had to sit down, slowly in the highbacked chair beside the small table. Breathing deeply as she swallowed hard at the kiss upon her foot as the plated boot was quickly and gracefully removed. Even the brief plating of her chestpiece felt too restricting against her heavy breasts. Adrian could feel the moisture building between his thighs, the absent growing sensation causing another gasp to strain against the chestpiece. His thighs trembled a bit as he raised one foot slowly from the floor, tracing the big toe lightly over those proud smiling lips as the girl spoke.

He was about to speak in that sultry voice once more as he heard the announcement of the Priestess' arrival. Adrinnica sighed, setting her foot on the floor once more. He didnt realize he'd slid down in his seat and sat up slowly as he raised a hand to dismiss the girl. "Leave my robe pet and draw a bath. I wish to be well refreshed for the comming battle..." The Queen licked her lips slowly, an almost predatory gleam in her eyes as she watched the girl crawl away. Adrian caught sight out of th look out of the corner of his eye in the mirror and sat back slowly, a grin curling the woman's lips as the Priestess entered.

She had been the High Priestess in the region, but when Adrinnica had attained the coveted rank of Queen, Adrian had been given the choice of which major power interface he wanted direct character control of. He'd chosen to become not only the Queen, but High Priestess as well, realizing that her additional powers would increase his necromancy skills almost tenfold. The ability to resurect other players had come in handy, helping to ensure their loyalty as well. So far he handnt seen, or heard of any quest strings with even a hint of retaliation in mind from the former High Priestess, yet they were at the core, an evil peoples and he was warry. It was only out of the ability of continuing to enjoy the character model from time to time that he had left her alive and in charge of the temple, but now that the game had become his new reality, Adrian was beginning to wonder about some of the choices he'd made.

Of course, there were fantasies there as well. Though not like with the girl Moira. The Priestess Deliah was more of a peer and trusted friend, on par with a long time adventuring companion. Adrinnica raised her hand toward the bowing woman, that predatory smile still upon her lips as she rose slowly from the chair. "I thank you for comming Delilah, though I fear it may be for nothing. I feel wonderfully alive... But I'm sure you will insist on making sure..." Slowly Adrian reached up to begin loosening one of the straps that heald that brief chestpiece in place.

 

[Lime]

Moira had felt an erotic charge as she knelt before her queen, her soft lips resting on those perfect toes. A fey creature, her people bonded for life. She had been gifted to the queen on her sixteenth birthday. The first months had been lonely months, but as her people had known would happen, her body and rhythms slowly adjusted to the one person she was closest to and now, she felt as if she would die were her queen to deny her beautiful, electric presence.

Crawling backward from the chamber, her hips writhing to and fro, Moira whispered, “Your will be done, my liege,” in her soft, sultry voice. One quality of her people was that Moira was mute to anyone but her bonded partner, in this case the Queen Adrinnica, for none other could hear her soft little voice.

Once out of the presence of the Queen, Moira stood, stretched like an exotic little cat and ran her hands down her body, imagining the Queen’s hands on her. She then touched her lips where the Queen’s toe had graced them, smiled and hoped the rumor of the Queen’s illness was a false rumor. Her near black eyes hardened at the thought of anyone harming her Queen. She then turned to the preparation of the Queen’s bath.

It was a lengthy process as the water had to be treated with oils and salts and scents and then brought to exactly the correct temperature.

Back in the Queen’s entry chamber, Priestess Deliah smiled warmly at her Queen and long-time adventuring partner. “I came in fear of your life,” she said. “But by those we worship, you wear the blush of health. The traitor was executed and his body will be ritually burned.” Deilah paused to wipe a strand of her thick, blond hair out of her blue eyes. “Daenor is worse off than we expected. The latest news is that morale has collapsed and crops have failed.”

The Priestess smiled. “But enough of this, allow me to see to your health.” She stepped forward and said, “Allow me to help you onto your bed my Queen.” She then began a low chant as her strong, slender hands rhythmically touched and massaged her Queen’s ripe curves with a healing touch that felt almost electric as she soothed away the tensions of her Queen, kneaded her muscles, traced each curve with her fingers.”

In another dimension, Alicia typed in her credit card number and registered for her account. The possible decisions for the game were bewildering. First decision, what kingdom should she chose for her starting home? Daenor was supposed to be a good kingdom with rich newby adventuring grounds nearby. According to the strategy guide Alicia had purchased, this would help her level fairly rapidly and gain access to better powers and more enjoyable adventures with better parties. She laughed at some of the hokey language. Would this game really help her get pregnant? “Oh well,” Alicia muttered under her breath. “If it makes me relax, I guess those little eggs will start flowing soon enough. What’s the next choice after home kingdom?”

It was race. The guide recommended Troll for the best warriors, but that was only for evil kingdoms and Alicia didn’t feel comfortable playing Evil. Human was the most versatile, but in the end, she selected half-elf, which would give her a 5% bonus if she were a thief class character. The thief class in this game was a lightly armored warrior-rogue. She selected long sword, dagger, and long bow as her beginning weapons.” Pursing her lips, she saw that for the initial appearance, she could upload picture and or video, which the game would massage into her avatar modified based on her chosen race.” Alicia giggled. “Thank God I didn’t choose troll.”

“Oh this is fun,” Alicia giggled as the computer processed the image. The little computer figure looked very much like Alicia herself. “I want longer hair,” Alicia murmured typing until the figure’s copper hair danced below her buttocks. Flipping through the hairstyles, she chose a thick braid.” It says elves are long-lived so her starting age was actually older than Alicia’s actual earth girl age. Slowly, Alicia clicked through the various choices, enjoying the process immensely.

Reluctantly, she saved what she had done and closed out the screen. It would be awhile before she could actually play.