by Eden Redd
Jayson looked past the man and made eye contact with Lady Slytha, “I have no gifts. I simply want a moment of your time.”
The crowd turned and all eyes were on the bold knight as he stayed his ground. Sonja and Lance looked to their friend, bodies tense. Silence filled the hall as everyone watched what would happen next.
“The lady will have plenty of time to talk to you during……” The man was cut off.
“Let him approach,” Lady Slytha said with a small smile.
The regal man bowed to his lady and stepped back. Jayson stepped closer and bowed a few feet from the dragon woman. Memories spilled into his mind from the many fantasy books he had read since he was a child.
“Lady Slytha, I am Jayson Reed, a travelling knight. I come to you with no psychical gifts to give but your beauty has taken hold of my heart. I wish to offer my swords to your defense should you ever need it. I will come to your aid should you call for it. I only ask to spend time in your glowing beauty so I may carry the memory forever in my heart.”
Lady Slytha’s smile faded and she regarded the knight with half closed eyes. “Such a bold offer my dear knight,” The dragon lady grew silent.
A pang of regret seeped into Jayson as he felt he was making a fool of himself. Images of the guards throwing him out in the mud filled his mind. Craziness took hold but the young knight was going to see it through, good or bad.
A small smile bloomed on pale lips, “I accept your sword for my times of need young knight. Know you have my favor.”
The crowd erupted into roaring cheers.
“Thank you, my lady,” Jayson said, stood up and turned around, weakness invading his knees.
On shaky footsteps, the knight made his way back down into the crowd. Hands clapped against his shoulders as many cheered him on. The knight looked over to see more players rush to the line, inspired by Jayson’s offer. Lady Slytha beckoned the regal man closer and whispered in his ear.
The man nodded, walked over to the edge and eyed the crowd, “The Lady has enough swords to her calling. Please refrain from offering your services but please enjoy your stay.”
Jayson emerged from the crowd to Sonja and Lance gazing at him with stars in their eyes. Knees giving out, the knight stumbled forward. Hands caught him and held him up.
Lance grinned, “How did you know something like that would work?”
Jayson tried to get his footing, “I didn’t. But I’ve read enough fantasy books that a bold hero gets noticed by royalty when they have nothing but themselves to give. I thought I'd give it a try.”
Sonja smiled, “You’re an amazing player, Jayson Reed.”
“Thank you but I couldn’t do it without knowing you two are there for me. I hope that winning her favor will help us for the future.”
“I’m sure it did,” Lance wrapped an arm around the knight’s neck.
The line to the dragon moved and finally ended. Her regal servant stepped forward and raised his hands.
“Now you will be shown to the guest wing. The event will begin at sundown so Lady Slytha wishes everyone to rest up. Clothes will be provided in your rooms but you are welcome to wear your armor and clothes if you wish.”
Servants filed out and called to groups of people, players and monsters to follow them. The room moved with orderly purpose as Lady Slytha stood and practically floated to the door behind her throne, servants trailing behind.
The afternoon moved in flashes. The groups of knights were led to the east wing. Everyone was shown to their room. Jayson smiled as he saw Lance and Sonja had rooms adjacent to his. They smiled to each other as they stepped into their rooms as once.
Jayson let the door close behind him. The late afternoon light poured in through the window. A king-sized bed with a covered canopy filled the main part of the room. Decorative wooden furniture filled all the open spaces against the wall, including a full-sized vanity mirror. Jayson stepped over to the wardrobe closet and opened it to reveal nice evening wear. Taking it out, he added it to his inventory.
Dalya leapt onto the bed and lay on her back, purring and hands up to her chest. “My lord,” The kitra said simply as she eyed him.
With new found excitement coursing through him, the knight walked over and pressed at his chest. Armor and clothes fading away, his hard member stood on its own. The kitra turned onto her stomach and crawled to the edge of the bed, wrapping her warm mouth around him. Jayson felt himself smile as he looked down at his loving concubine, gently taking inches into her mouth. Tail swaying, her head bobbed with closed eyes and a deep purring rising up her throat. Rock hard, the knight wanted nothing more than to unleash his seed when the door opened behind him
Turning his head, Sonja smiled as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Dalya seemed to notice because she clamped down her lips on him, not letting him pull away. The knight’s cheeks glowed pink as he was speechless, caught in the act. Sonja smiled shyly as she sauntered over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I would have knocked but I hoped to catch you like this,” The blue knight grinned.
“How….did you know?” Jayson said while trying to keep his breathing normal.
“I knew because I felt the same. It’s exciting to be here. Leaf was ready to please me but I wanted to see you.”
“Me?” Jayson said and gasped as Dalya sucked harder.
Sonja nodded. Her thighs spread open a little and she lifted her skirt just a few inches. Fingers reaching down, she touched herself just out of sight of Jayson’s eyes. A gasp fell from her lips as she pressed at her wet line.
“Lance cares for you. I care for you,” Sonja said in a breathy whisper.
“I care for you both,” Jayson said as Dalya’s head bobbed faster.
Sonja closed her eyes and rubbed her throbbing pink clit, letting a little more show to the engaged knight. Jayson could not tear away, wild urges wanting him to push her down and take her. Only his feelings held him back and a horny kitra held him in place.
“Do you like this?” Sonja asked with closed eyes, fingers making blissful swirls.
“I do. You’re beautiful,” Jayson whispered.
“I….I have never showed this…side of me……too scared,” Sonja breathed as her movements intensified.
“Is that why….that night at the camp?”
Dalya purred and suckled, taking Jayson to the hilt. Tongue pressed against his throbbing member, her mouth begged for his seed. Sonja opened her eyes and watched as the kitra could not get enough, trying to suck the very life from her lord.
“I want….to be myself…like this…with you and Lance,” Sonja gripped the edge of the bed as her fingers rubbed more and more.
“Me too,” Jayson said simply, lost to a fog of ecstasy.
The blue knight let out a deep cry as she rubbed her clit. Fireworks spiraled from frayed nerves as her body writhed to her own touch and Jayson’s eyes. An orgasm bloomed and she bit her lip, trying to control the mini explosions, one after the other.
Jayson could not hold himself back any longer. Cock thickening, molten spurts of come erupted. Dalya moaned her approval as her throat quickly filled with his seed. Drinking it down, she toned down her expert sucking to long slow strokes. The knight kept his eyes on Sonja as she milked every last drop. Her face red, she stood up and fixed her skirt before walking to the door.
The knight’s eyes followed her as she opened the door and looked back. “See you at the party,” the blue knight winked.
The door closed and Jayson turned back to Dalya as she looked up with innocent eyes, sucking his half hard cock.
“Can’t wait,” the knight whispered as he ran his fingers through Dalya’s wild hair.
Eleven
Jayson stood in front of the vanity mirror, posing in his new outfit. Lip curving, he was not overly impressed. The leggings were a bit too sheer and the sponge like material puffing up at his shoulders made them a little too square. The player looked it over and spread his hands in defeat.
He knew he couldn’t walk out in this outfit.
Dalya laid on her stomach, looking at her nails, tail swishing back and forth, “I can alter it for you? I have skills in tailoring and seamstress.”
The knight turned in the mirror, “Please do. I can’t go out like this.”
The kitra was on her feet and walking over to the dresser. From the top drawer, she pulled out needle and thread. Stepping over, she eyed her lord.
“Most rooms in Lukken will have a needle and thread. It allows changing the outfits you have into something you wish to wear. What type of outfit would you like?”
Jayson continued to twist with a sour look, “Something relaxed.”
Dalya nodded. With the needle and thread in one hand, she tapped on the shirt with another. Lines glowed with commands, percentages, colors and styles. The knight gazed at his reflection as the shirt began to morph and shift to Dalya’s touch. The shirt turned white. The sleeves billowed slightly at the forearms and tapered to tight wrist cuffs. A V neck opened and elongated over his pecks and down to the top of his six pack. The belt shifted into a shiny black with a large square metal buckle. The leggings turned into black leather pants. Dalya crotched down and touched his shoes, turning them into shiny black boots.
“How’s that?” Dalya smiled.
Jayson stood with wide eyes, “Perfect.”
The kitra ran a finger down Jayson’s exposed middle chest, “A gallant look for my gallant knight.”
“Thank you,” the knight said, still marveling at the outfit.
Dalya reached up and fixed his collar, “No thanks needed my lord. I am here for you always.”
Jayson looked to Dalya’s loving eyes. An odd feeling ran through the knight. He knew she was nothing more than an AI controlled avatar, programmed to please but it was almost unnerving how real she had become to him. The player could feel her becoming more and more like a real person with wants and needs. At first Dalya seemed a little too programmed but now, it felt like she was evolving to become a better program around him. Thoughts swirled to algorithms and programming but when he stared into her eyes, he saw a lover and a friend.
“We should be on our way. I think the party started a little while ago,” Dalya smiled.
Jayson nodded. The knight and concubine stepped to the door of their room. In the hallway, players and party goers moved in small packs. The corridor extended but everyone was travelling in the same direction. The knight walked over and knocked on Sonja’s door.
“Still getting ready, I’ll meet you there!” said a muffled voice through the door.
Jayson stood for a moment before moving to Lance’s door and knocking. A few seconds ticked away before it opened. Jayson’s simple smile turned into a grin with all teeth showing. Lance stood at the door wearing tight black pants, boots, bow tie around his neck and nothing else. Luk was behind him, wearing a finely tailored suit.
Lance eyed the knight and smirked, “Handsome and gallant.”
Jayson eyed Lance’s bare torso, “Still dressing?”
“No. I’m finished. You think it's too much?” Lance smirked.
“I don’t think anyone will mind. You look good,” Jayson said and instantly felt heat rush into his cheeks.
Lance stood up with his chiseled chest out as if he didn’t notice, “Where’s Sonja?”
“She is still getting ready. She said she will meet us there.”
The knight nodded, “Then shall we be off?”
Jayson nodded and the two knights began walking to the party. Luk put his arm out and Dalya entwined her arm into his. The small band made their way toward the music in the distance. After a few minutes, the corridor opened up into a massive hall. The knights had to stop and take it all in.
The ceiling had a curved glass roof. The two moons shined brightly in the star lit sky. Pale shafts of light mixed with flickering torch light and hovering glowing orbs. The main floor was below them as they stepped to the edge and peered down. A line of fountains ran along the middle, streaming water cascading down over fine stone works. Servants moved through the crowd with expert ease, holding trays of wine and food. The place was packed with guests, drinking, laughing and pleasant conversation. A band played on a small stage. Jayson noticed that they played classical instruments but a techno/electronica sound filled the hall. Harps mixed with a deep bass. Violins sang with a powerful beat as singers projected harmonizing voices.
A pleasant calm washed over the two knights as they walked to the stairs and made their way down to join the party. Eyes turned to Lance and mouths curled into leering smiles. The knight returned a genuine smile. Jayson spotted a servant walking by with a tray of filled wine glasses. Scooping one up, he took a few gulps of red wine. The familiar anxiety touched his nerves but he pushed it away. The party was much too amazing to be missed.
A dance floor erupted into bodies moving. The beat picked up with players moving to dance music. The entire hall was filled with people in their finest clothes, enjoying the atmosphere and an anything-goes vibe. Jayson drank down his wine as Lance stood soaking it all in. Several people would walk by and run their hands over his chest before moving on with a wink and smile.
After a few minutes, Jayson put an empty glass on a tray and picked up another full glass of wine. Drinking deeply, he felt a warmth rush into his face and his shoulders relaxed. Lance looked on but he glanced over at the knight and then quickly looked away. Jayson caught it and stepped a little closer.
“Lance….” Jayson started.
The knight looked to Jayson with restrained warmth. “I know you feel strange around me. I don’t expect anything. I care for you but I’m not going to push for something that may not be there.”
Jayson smiled, “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”
Lance stood, eyes filled with a touch of sadness.
Jayson continued, “You asked me what my kinks were. I chose some that I knew I liked but I also chose a few that I feel are more who I am, if that makes sense?” Jayson swirled his wine, “In reality, I am a very shy and introverted person. I feel the real me is just below the surface, clawing to get out. Being here in the game, I feel like the real me is starting to show.”
Lance stood quietly, eyes on the knight as he shifted nervously.
Jayson looked into Lance’s eyes, “What I’m trying to say is that one of my kinks is bisexuality.”
Lance’s lips turned slightly up at the corners before his face became a blank mask.
“You’re an interesting guy,” Lance said simply.
Jayson nodded.
“So, are you a top or a bottom?” Lance asked with a serious tone.
“Um….I’m..not sure.” Jayson stuttered.
“I’m a switch myself. Top or bottom, makes it fun in the bedroom…..or wherever.”
Jayson wasn’t sure what to say. Until this moment, he never even hinted at his sexuality. Stunned into silence, the knight took another sip of wine.
“If you don’t mind and all kidding aside, can I ask you a deeper question?”
Jayson nodded silently.
“Why do you think you’re bisexual?”
The knight looked to the bare-chested knight, took another sip of wine before holding the glass close to his chest, “I don’t know. I have always had feelings that no one should limit their desires. Love and lust can be so big that it defies any rules you place on it. I knew people who clearly didn’t follow their heart and they grew up miserable because of it.
“I believe you love who you love and that’s it. I chose the bisexual kink because I wanted to be open to finding love.”
Jayson swirled his drink, “Stop listening to me. I sound silly and maybe the wine is going to my head. I also like monster girls and lot and lots of sex. Maybe I’m just an addict and need my fix.”
Lance put his hand on Jayson’s shoulder and looked to him with kind eyes, “Or maybe you have a lot of love to give. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. Everything you just told me is how I feel
deep in my heart. Maybe it was fate or the game that brought us together but I do know this, I’m glad to know you Jayson.”
Jayson touched Lance’s hand on his shoulder and held it, “Thank you for not making me feel weird.”
Lance smiled, “Night isn’t over yet.”
Before Jayson could ask what he meant, the bare-chested knight turned his eyes to the marble stairs and squeezed Jayson’s shoulder. The knight turned his head and warm lips bloomed into a smile.
Sonja stood at the top of the stairs. A long flowing light blue dress adhered to her body perfectly. The fabric sparkled in the dance light as a plunging V ran to her visible belly button. Skin and curves moved with smooth grace as she spotted her two knights and began her descent. Slits ran up her dress to above her waist and reveling toned thighs with every step. Jayson and Lance could not take their eyes off of her beautiful form as she made it to the bottom of the stairs and walked to them. Hair tied up, a curl ran down her right temple as she greeted them with an excited smile.
Lance stepped forward and took Sonja’s hands into his. “You are a vision.”
Sonja shied away.
Jayson stepped over, “You are so beautiful.”
“I can get used to attention,” the blue knight laughed.
“I hope you do,” Jayson smiled.
Sonja looked to Lance’s bare chest, “Nice shirt.”
The knight tilted his head and grinned, “Picked it out myself.”
Jayson looked around, “Where’s Leaf?”
“He is sleeping. It seems one of his weaknesses is that he is sluggish at night unless I need to be pleased or there is danger.” Sonja shrugged.
Jayson smirked, “Did he please you?”
“No. I thought I'd save my evening for two people I've had my eye on.”
Jayson turned to the crowd, “Show me who they are. Lance and I will make short work of them!”
Sonja let out a girlish giggle. Jayson and Lance looked to her with adoring eyes. The music died down and soon heads were turning to the stage. The regal looking man from before took center stage and put his hands up for silence.