Chapter #7Ryan, Warrior Princess by: Mr.Domino   You give the old, frail prisoner in front of you one final look of pity before moving towards the dimly lit hand stretching out from the very last cell. Your new eyes slowly adjust to the darkness but you're amazed at how realistic it all feels, right down to the damp chill associated with being underground and the ever so slightly slick feeling of the paver stones covered in condensation. Even your peasant clothes feel like true clothing than just part of a video game. As you approach the final cell and strain to see in the darkness, you can only imagine what they'll be able to do with this technology in ten years. And then every thought in your head vanishes as your eyes finally adjust to the darkness as your brother leans forward against the bars.
At least, you think it's your brother.
Before you is a buxom woman clad in only the barest of cloth. Her face is incredibly sexy, her cheekbones high and framed by flowing golden blonde hair Her eyes are wide and sapphire blue, filled with anxious energy that seem to make them sparkle even in the low light. Her lips are full and a delicious shade of red, and you can see her shivering in the cold dungeon, causing her incredible breasts to jiggle uncontrollably. You only have a moment to take in her form before her slender hand grabs your tunic and pulls you against the bars of her cell. You know immediately that despite her sexy body, your brother isn't just a weak barmaid, she's a Nord warrioress, and you suddenly feel very small despite her only being an inch taller than you. Suddenly you feel those delicious lips pressed against yours, and you take some small amusement from the way your brother's eyes are clenched shut as tight as they can be.
The jailer makes a move towards the both of you, but eases back as he sees the two of you liplocked. He smiles lewdly, but his ogling is interrupted as two other prisoners begin to yell at each other, and he hustles as quickly as his portly frame can to break apart the conveniently timed fight.Your brother peeks out from his grimace with one eye and quickly pulls out of the kiss, a disgusted look on her face. She rubs her face with a free hand and then fixes you with a deep smolder that you guess is your brother trying to scare you. Instead it just looks sexy as hell.
"What the hell have you been doing?" She whispers, her voice husky and heavily accented like all Nords, "I've been waiting in here for you for days!"
"What? I came right here after watching the intro and making the character you wanted me to make!" You whisper back, trying to keep your eyes locked on hers and not drift down into the more than ample busom that is directly below your face. Suddenly you're being pulled even tighter against the bars, and you think that you may have said the wrong thing.
"Why the hell did you do that?! Time passes differently for players in instanced areas! It's been three days for me! I've been stuck in this damn fridge for three days keeping porkbelly up there from coming in here with his friends and porking me! I give you one job and you still manage to screw it up!"Your brother pushes you back away from the bars and points a slender, yet muscled arm towards the guards at the entrance of the dungeon where the jailer is berating the two prisoners that had distracted him
"Now go use the ability and convince them to let me out!"
With one last glance at the angry beauty that is your brother, you march towards the jailer, desperately trying to think of a good story to let your brother off the hook. You don't have much time and as the jailer turns his immense bulk towards you, you hope that your brother's plan works.
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