Conquering Her (LitRPG Fantasy Story)

by Rachel Blinkman

  ‘Escape your inevitable fate by giving Sir Randal the Righteous the slip.’ The game objective flashed on the screen. ‘And then find others to aid you on your way.’

  “Okay…” She nodded and took hold of the keyboard. Derek had shown her the keys to use for movement and action. She tried them and it excited her as the scene moved when she ventured ahead. She could see her characters hands swing into view before her on the screen. She remembered there was a weapon, a scepter, and drew it out. Was she supposed to hit the knight with it, she wondered. Maybe she was, she decided and swung the weapon at the other character seated on his horse. A flash of light exploded from the scepter, hitting the horse instead of the knight. The animal neighed and reared up, dropping the armor-clad knight. It bolted like the wind, leaving Sir Randal in a smarting heap of chainmail and plate armor on the ground before her.

  “Now’s my chance to get away.” Hannah said excitedly, giving herself in more and more to the game.

  As she made her character vault onto a nearby horse and kick it into a run, the screen began to flicker and fade. She grabbed at the laptop and plugged in the battery charger.

  “Not now, not now.” She pleaded and flicked the switch with the laptop in her arms.

  The sudden jolt she felt shook her to the bones. Her entire body felt tingly and her hair stood up on end. Fear took over her mind, was she going to get electrocuted? Hannah’s heart began to pound rapidly. Her head spun wildly and her vision blurred. The sensation of stinging electrical charges on her skin increased and her elbows and knees went numb before everything went black. The last thing she heard was her own terrified gasp.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Hannah opened her eyes to the bright light of day, her hand rising up to block the blinding sunshine. Birds chirped and sang all around her, growing louder and more persistent. She found herself outside, in some kind of a meadow or a small forest, surrounded by a variety of trees and forms of flora. Birds and small forest animals flitted and darted here and there. She rose up on one elbow and turned to her side on the grass, bewildered about where she was and how she got there. Next to her, a few yards away, a horse stood by, a tall jet black mare idly grazing on the verdant grass all around them.

  Hannah sat quickly upright with an intense feeling of fear heaving through her. She reached up and pushed back her hair; it felt different, longer than she remembered and darker than the sandy color that was hers. Alarmed, she looked down at her body and her breath quickened. A form fitting dark blue gown hugged every inch of her slender yet tight body, and beside her lay a scepter made of gold, inlaid with sapphires and opals.

  “Where am I?” She cried out. “This must be some kind of a dream.”

  Hannah looked around her once more in bewilderment. The black horse continued to graze calmly and she noticed a small bruise on her left forearm. It didn’t hurt much, but the skin had darkened.

  “What’s going on?” She whispered with a sense of anxiety. “How did I come to be here… and where exactly is here?”

  Slowly she rose to her feet and dusted the dirt and twigs from her dress. The long cerulean gown gleamed in the fresh morning sunlight and clung close to her skin. It felt good.

  “What is this I’m wearing?” She stared down in admiration at the eccentric and unusual dress on her body. The beautiful material was soft and rich, feeling rather pleasant on the skin and the rather low cut neckline emphasized her generous cleavage rather effectively. Hannah blushed at the thought and then looked around to see if she was all alone. She was alone but she could hear the sound of a horse galloping in the distance, and it grew ever louder. Someone was riding on the way to where she was; she could tell and decided she needed a place to hide. At least until she found her bearings and gotten a grip on where she was and what was going on.

  The thundering sound of horse’s hooves got louder as Hannah swiftly ducked under the nearby trees. But before she could manage to push her way into the densely packed undergrowth, the oncoming rider was upon her in a rush of dirt and leaves. A tall man he was, decked in gleaming steel armor and a white plumed helmet. On his left side, she noted a rather overlarge sword sheathed in a well oiled leather scabbard and to his right he had a tall shield emblazoned with a vivid coat of arms. By the look of him, he reminded her of the fabled knights of legend that filled every tale of the medieval world, a world that fascinated her more than anything. Hannah watched with bated breath as the dazzling rider approached her in a slow and deliberate manner.

  The tall knight drew rein, making his profoundly armored mount come to a neighing stop inches from where she unsuccessfully hid. The glorious beast he rode on neighed even louder as it reared up and flashed its deadly hooves in the air above where she crouched in fear. The tall man comforted his noble mount by patting it lovingly on its thick and muscular neck just under the chain mail armor. The white stallion snorted, blowing mist from its flaring nostrils and dug one hoof into the cloddy ground.

  A chill ran down Hannah’s spine and she stepped out of hiding and lifted her jeweled scepter, holding it before her as the knight in shining armor dismounted smoothly before her. She stood with her back against the thick tree behind her, her breath coming in quick gasps and her heart racing faster than she had ever known. This was the tallest and widest man she had ever seen in her life, and she was frightened out of her mind as he walked up to her.

  The imposing knight slowly unclasped his chin strap and removed his plumed helmet. Curls of blonde hair fell around his rugged yet handsome face. His eyes, the color of fresh hazel, assessed her with a gleam in them. He smiled at her, in a manner that made her feel suddenly very safe and protected, but she kept her guard up all the same.

  “Princess Hélène, you must not resist your destiny… I implore you.” His voice was deep and heartening. “Your safe arrival at Westamblin is my responsibility; I must hold fast to the task your father, his majesty the king, as set upon me.”

  “Uh… wait. What?” Hannah managed to stutter, her heart pounding within her heaving breast furiously. “Did you just call me… what? But I’m Han… aahh!”

  “Princess?” The tall man looked a little concerned. “Are you well? Please, do not play any more tricks on me… it is my head on a spike the king will have if I fail this task.”

  “What’s going on, where am I… and who are you?” Her frantic eyes looked all around her and she held the scepter before her defensively.

  “Surely you are making a jest, my Princess.” He laughed; a deep vigorous roar rising from within his broad chest. “Or is it another one of your games you intend to play on this poor soldier?”

  “I know you, Randal the Righteous,” a fluid feminine voice sang out from Hannah’s mouth, shocking her. “And of your task to escort me safely to the western kingdom of Westamblin, across the river Rouen to wed King Albrecht of that land. An oafish buffoon older even than my aging sire.”

  Hannah stood dumbstruck for a while. What just happened? She heard her own voice from her own mouth saying things she didn’t even think of. She knew this stranger’s name and what he was tasked to do by the king of this land, who was… who was her father. Who was that she heard using her voice to say those words? What was the meaning of all this? …and then she froze as realization hit her like an iceberg falling from above. She staggered backward and let the scepter drop from her hands, leaning her back against the tree. She was inside the game, for real. Somehow, in some way, she, or at least her mind was inside the game and she had become this Princess Hélène, the character that Derek had set up for her.

  “Are you unwell, Princess, have you hurt yourself?” She heard Randal ask. “Rest your fears, your highness; no harm shall befall you on this journey. I will deliver you to your betrothed at all cost. This is my solemn word.”

  “I... I thank you, Sir Randal,” Hannah heard herself say, in a tone of voice she found vague and unfamiliar. “No, I have not been harmed but… I must… rest for a bit.”

  “Certainly,
Princess.” Randal gave her a smile. “We will rest for half a turn of the glass and then we must carry on. Your betrothed, King Albrecht, would be much vexed if we tarry long.”

  “No, we mustn’t vex his majesty, must we?” Hannah heard herself reply and closed her eyes. This is some dream, she tried to reason. What else could it be? The shock from the laptop adapter must have stunned her and now she was dreaming all this up. But the more she looked around her, the less it felt like some dream. Everything was so real. She could almost taste the air and smell the scents, and the sights and sounds were just all too real. Whatever this was, Hannah wished she could stay here forever. This was the perfect place for her to be and as a princess no less. But then she wasn’t really sure if she was in control here. Was she Hannah or was she the Princess Hélène, she wondered.

  A sudden jolt went through her and she looked around in alarm. The sun was high in the sky, its warmth felt so real on her face and skin. The breeze that rustled the leaves overhead and blew her hair was cool and soothing. ‘I have to get away from him, from this insanity that poses as my destiny.’ The sudden thought startled her. What was that, she wondered. Princess Hélène. It seemed the character in the game had a mind of its own. But she was Hélène here, she was in control, and what was the quest she had to make.

  ‘Escape your inevitable fate by giving Sir Randal the Righteous the slip.’ Pulsed inside her head, and Hannah took a deep breath. This Randal was such a large and strong looking man, and she was sure he could use that massive sword he carried with expert ease. Now how in the hell was she going to get away from him?

  As she sat pondering, Hannah scanned the landscape around her. The air was clean and fresh, and colorful birds flew overhead and sang sweet melodies. Grass so lush and green rolled on for miles, and trees so tall and wide with flowering bushes surrounded them. She began to feel very comfortable, right at home in these soothing surroundings of this realistic yet make believe world.

  ‘Or else seduce the man to bend him to your will.’ She heard the strange voice inside her head again. It felt as if she was being given options, or rather instructions as one might find in a quest. Seducing him seemed like a better alternative than fighting, but then again Hannah was not particularly any good in that department either. She hoped that the Princess Hélène was as a plan of sorts began to form in her mind.

  “Sir Randal, I am rested.” Hannah said to the man seated across her. “But I must refresh myself and also am in need of nourishment.”

  “I will prepare a meal, my Princess.” The knight gave her another smile as he gathered up some kindling wood to start a cook fire. “…while you refresh yourself in that stream yonder.”

  She looked toward where he gestured and sure enough a small, bubbling stream ran down over the meadow. She gave him an appreciative nod and walked over to the stream. Hannah sat down by the stream, running her fingers through the cool water. The refreshing liquid felt good on her face and neck, so realistic it was that it had her thoroughly convinced now that this was no dream.

  ‘Randal is a man bound by honor, and he is as yet a virgin, he has never been with a woman. I must take advantage of his this weakness, it is my only chance.’ Hannah shuddered as the thought crossed her mind.

  ‘Hélène.’ She thought again. The game play was nudging her into action.

  “Are you refreshed, Princess?” She heard Randal call out to her from his cook-fire.

  “Not yet, my good sir…” Hannah heard herself reply, but not of her own will. “I will bathe in the stream… to cleanse myself before we journey onward.”

  “If you so wish, Princess.” She glanced back to catch a hint of uncertainty in his hazel eyes. “There is no one about.”

  Hannah smiled and found herself standing up but not of her own accord. ‘What’s happening?’ Her mind raced frantically. ‘I think I know, but I don’t want to do this.’ It seemed to her that she had lost control of her own body.

  Princess Hélène will have her way. Hannah’s mind was being made up, but not by her. She relented from resisting. After all this was just a dream, or a virtual reality she had somehow slipped into. Nothing could go wrong in a make believe world, so might as well just roll with it and enjoy the exciting game-play.

  Hannah gingerly glanced over her shoulder at the knight. He was busy with the cooking of the meal over the fire. And seducing him seemed like a good idea to have him change his righteous mind. She felt like she was possessed and had no control anymore as she let her beautiful blue gown slip off her body to the ground. She looked down into the crystal clear water at the glistening reflection of her naked body. She couldn’t recognize herself, seeing herself naked like this for the first time in her life. He face looked radiant and beautiful framed by rich honey-brown hair cascading down to her rounded shoulders. Her generous breasts, round and full, and her curvy hips gave celebration to her resplendent womanhood. Hannah could tell that the righteous knight, Sir Randal, was watching her. She felt his eyes on her and that excited her; she had never felt that way before. Strange fluttering sensations exploded in her belly and lower thighs. This seemed more real than what she had ever felt in actual reality. She had never experienced a man’s touch, and yet right then she yearned to be touched, to be caressed, to be fondled and groped by a man.

  Her hands slowly moved over her soft yielding skin as she shuddered in delight. She knelt down and cupped some water in her palms, and then slowly splashed the refreshing fluid over herself. She wet her full breasts, shivering as her nipples rose and grew hard against her wet palms. Her whole body shook feverishly and a pleasurable throb between her thighs made her moan out loud. Hannah closed her eyes and sighed, her natural desires took over for the first time in her life. She pictured Randal touching her; envisioning his strong hands all over her wanting body, yearning to feel him deep inside her.

  She moaned even louder and slid one searching hand down between her legs. Her thighs spread wide; she felt the hot wetness of her desire flow freely. She desired a man. She desired Randal and he was right there, watching. She wanted to feel him inside her, to fill her up, and make her overcome the forbidden and the profane. Her breath came in quick short bursts and she drowned herself in sensuous bliss, giving in to what she had so long shied away from.

  ‘Yes, yes.’ The hoarse, lust-filled voice of Hélène inside her mind encouraged her. ‘I want to be taken, I want to be pleasured with my legs spread wide for a strong virile man, and I lust for a man’s engorged rock hard organ deep inside me, bringing me pleasure…. I want release; I want to be free…’

  Hannah agreed vigorously as her body reached for levels of pleasure she hadn’t even dreamed of. She yearned for ecstasy, the consciousness of a grand release and she wanted it right then and there. She enjoyed immensely the feelings running wild through her, her excited heart hammering within, her breath ragged and shallow. The slick wetness between her thighs felt so good to touch, and her fingers felt so good touching herself. She had to have a release, an orgasm, one the likes she had never had before. Hannah felt like a different person, as if a new and audacious part of her mind had exploded into life and suddenly took control of her.

  She heard Randal’s hard and ragged breathing as she sensed his astonished eyes burning into her. She could feel the heat of his desire as much as she wanted him to feel hers. She yearned to have him in her as she writhed and jerked up in an intensely wracking orgasm. She longed to have his large hands on her hot body, to squeeze her breasts and tweak her hard nipples as she came on her own hands. Her own brazenness surprised her, and several surges of excitement and regret contested within her heightened senses.

  “Princess Hélène… if your bath is done, the repast is ready.” Randal cleared his throat and called out.

  Hannah stood up and turned around; smiling wolfishly at him to let him know that she was aware that he had been watching her performance. The embarrassment on his handsome face was evident. Overcome by her newly discovered boldness, Hannah s
eductively walked in all her naked glory toward the astonished man. His hazel eyes went wider and his face took on the color of a beetroot. He looked away quickly and pretended to examine his plate mail for damages. She laughed and carelessly sauntered before him, hands on her hips and feet planted wide, giving him a full view of her special treasure. The bite of the cold breeze against her wet naked skin did nothing to deter her.

  ‘I have him now and he will do all that I desire.’ Hannah agreed with the voice of Hélène inside her mind.

  “Randal, my protector and servant.” She purred in a bold tone, surprising even herself as the stunned man look up at her from where he sat. “Randal, the righteous… you have shamed yourself and me by gazing upon my virtue at a most vulnerable moment.”

  “But, your majesty… I did not… I… you must…” She enjoyed the discomfiture on the large man’s face. Gone was his resolute shield of honor and courage. He was as helpless as a thief caught in the act.

  “But you did, my knight in shining armor…” She pressed on, feeling powerful at the hold she was getting over him. “You did spy upon me in my most vulnerable moment even as you do so now.”

  “My princess…” He looked away as he held up his cloak to her. “You must… please, cover yourself.”

  “Oh, it is too late now, Sir Randal.” She mocked him, the thrill she felt was like nothing ever before and it fueled her on. “You must do the righteous thing now, or forever lose your honor.”

  “What do you command I should do, my Princess?” He replied in a most defeated tone.

  “You must give back what you have taken from me.” Hannah replied, now thoroughly enjoying her persona as the Princess Hélène. “Show me of yours what you have seen of mine.”

  “Uh… but, you highness…” He gave her a tortured look that sent another surge of triumph through her.

  “If you do not…” She raised her arms above her head, allowing her naked breasts to push outward. “…my husband-to-be will know of your impertinence.”