Dungeons and Damsels Part 2

 

“This is getting creepy!” Exclaimed Devon carrying the wooden box into the house. It looked tiny in the giant hands his transformation into the mercenary had bestowed upon him and he clutched it to his muscled chest like a newborn before carefully setting in down on his friend's dining table.

“Now it's getting creepy?” Toby's jaw dropped open. “I have tits!” He swatted Steve's reaching hand away defensively before pressing his own into his bikini top. “They feel real...I think... I've never had boobs before!” He stopped groping himself to watch Devon emptying the contents from the box – several multi-coloured, multi-sided dice, an ancient looking ring, a cat-o-nine-tails whip, a pair of shackles and a small collection of coins.

“The night hangs heavy...” All three boys whirled around to face the computer monitor. The hooded woman was speaking – she seemed closer now, more alive as if she were about to pop right out of the screen. Thunder crashed once more outside. “The road ahead swallowed by a dark that seems to breathe. You stand on the edge of the Black Veil, a place unclaimed, unwatched...unforgiving. Those who enter speak of shadows that listen, and eyes that linger just beyond the firelight. And yet here you are...a Mighty Knight, bound by honour...an Indomitable Mercenary, hardened by survival...and a Demon Queen, whose presence alone unsettles the air. Three figures. One dangerous road. But the Black Veil is not only perilous… it is observant. Appearances matter here. Power must look the part. A lone queen draws questions. So before you take another step...which of you will pose as the Demon Queen's tryst? Which of you will wear her ring?”

“I guess she means this!” Steve held up the old box Devon had retrieved from the box. “I guess it should be me. What kind of a knight would I be if I didn't protect my queen?” He slipped it on his finger and his body instantly took on an ethereal glow. His armoured form shrank until all that remained was a delicate feminine form dressed in bridal lingerie. Steve blinked in stunned silence from within his new body, pawing helplessly with a gloved hand at a pair of silk stockings that now encased his legs.

“As the Demon Queen's new bride, your devotion to her is unmatched!” The Dungeon Mistress announced from inside the monitor. “Roll the green dice to decide how deep your dedication runs!” Toby put down his giant sword and handed a ten sided dice to the cowered feminised Steve, who barely touched it, allowing it to fall to the floor and display a nine. No sooner had the dice stopped moving then Steve felt an electricity run through him, captivating him. He looked up at the warrior queen who had handed him the dice with steely loyalty. He would die for her. “Of course...” The cloaked woman on the screen continued. “Devotion alone is not enough to sustain romance. The Demon Queen's bride must lust her – she must yearn her touch move than life itself. Roll the pink dice to decide how deep the need to satisfy your queen really goes!” Willed forward my his newfound devotion, with quivering lace covered hands, Steve picked up the giant twenty sided dice, and rolled it on the floor...