1 Arrival!
{Somewhere in the Kingdom of Estoria}
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It wasn't a painful journey. My eyes closed as I remained seated. The rocky road made the chains that were binding my hands jiggle every few seconds. How I am now like this, I don't know. I tried everything, but the nature of my class was swiftly revealed, and in just three days, here I am—subdued, bound, and now escorted to what I can only assume is my final prison, the castle.
The World of Gaia is hardly fair. All my life, I have ever known the Kingdom that rules over the Southern Western Part of the landmass, The Kingdom of Estoria. It was ruled by the Royal Family, a corrupt Kingdom. A place where anarchy and power mean anything but, at the same time, the hope for your 21st Namesday would grant you a boon, and the gods might favor you.
I, too, dreamed of one day escaping the confines of my world and living outside the slums of the city. I practiced the way of the sword every day, in hopes of gaining the combat class that would free me of my job. Though, to be honest, I didn't dislike my job. It fulfilled the basic pleasures of life, even if it was a little demeaning to work as a courtesan. Most of the women who came to me weren't actually interested in domination, as the brothel I worked out of implied.
'Maybe I'm being punished for my sins.' I thought as I opened my eyes. My surroundings were dark as I looked around. My eyes have long since gotten used to seeing things in this dim lighting. It's been almost a whole day, and I have been dreading this since I was locked up here.
'Fucking Celine, she fucking ratted me out for a chance to gain higher rewards.' I cursed once again as I looked at the wooden bucket at the corner of the carriage. Its being here was obvious, but I didn't want to demean myself further. I know the carriage should take me a day to reach the castle, so I shouldn't have to hold out for long.
With nothing else to do, I willed my status screen into existence once again. My stats were nothing to scoff at, but it was the golden legendary class that was the bane of my existence. As I rubbed the back of my neck that itched from the seal that was etched onto me, I read through the same cursed screen for the hundredth time.
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[Name: Ifor Ǫlvir]
[Level: 1(0/500)]
[Experience Pool: 0]
[Class: Deviant Cleric{Legendary} lv 1(0/500)]
[Magical Affinities: {-}]
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[Physical Stats:]
[Strength: 13 {E-}]
[Speed: 17 {E-}]
[Dexterity: 14 {E-}]
[Vitality: 24{+72} {D}]
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[Mental:]
[Reflexes: 21 {E-}]
[Intelligence: 9 {F+}]
[Memory: 11 {E-}]
[Vision: 21{E-}]
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[Skills:]
[Experience Buff(Passive){Epic} Lv-1 (0/100)]
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[Spells:]
[-]
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As soon as I read the word Deviant in my class, I knew I was done. Anyone with a high enough scrying skill would be able to tell that I have a Deviant variant of a class, and I would be hunted not only by the priests but the Royal army as well. The fact that I had somehow managed to escape my house after the golden light that had emerged from me when I gained the Legendary class was a miracle in itself.
As I was wallowing and cursing my misfortune, the carriage came to a step. I heard the heavy metal locks of the doors open, and light flooded into the small space. I tried to use my right hand to shield my face out of instinct, but the metal chain binding me to my place made it quite hard for me to do so.
With no other option left, I closed my eyes and looked away, giving my eyes time to adjust. When I was finally able to look back, my eyes locked onto the glowing hands, and my eyes started to feel heavy.
'Not this again.' I thought as the sleep spell took effect. I felt myself back into the dreamland once again.
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{Somewhere in the Castle}
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I came back to my senses. The warmth of a warm bed beneath me was a welcome change, but the muffled sounds became clear as I came back from under the effects of the sleep spell.
My movement was clearly noticed, and I heard a command reverberate through the room, "Don't move!"
I froze as the seal at the back of my neck activated. It was burning hot yet manageable for now—like just that part of my neck was taking a permanent dip into a hot sauna. It was a gentle but firm reminder to follow the command, and doing anything against the issuer's wishes could be painful.
I simply opened my eyes and looked at her. Her face was quite famous. Being the current Queen of the Kingdom meant that everyone knew what she looked like. Her golden locks looked regal, and so did her dress and the amount of jewelry she had on. Her cold golden eyes held a sharp contrast to her shiny visage.
She stared at me for a moment, her blue eyes locked onto my frame, before she turned toward someone down and instructed, "Go on, sweetheart. He's awake now. Don't be afraid."
I wanted to look down, but the burning sensation on the back of my neck made it pretty clear what was going to happen if I moved around too much. So I simply braced as I felt some hands rummaging around my abdomen. My pants were yanked down by shaky hands that, thankfully, were female. I could tell by the softness of her hands. Her hands roamed around my abdomen for a moment before I could feel two fingers grabbing onto my dick like it was a chopstick.
I would have protested against this kind of treatment even in the brothel, but thankfully the Queen seemed to know her way around a dick as she instructed, "Don't hold it like that. Wrap your whole hand around it and then tug it gently, up and down, while I talk to your newest slave for a bit."
The Queen moved as she walked a couple of steps toward me. She bent down as I felt a warm, soft, hand enveloping me. Even in my current situation, my libido betrayed me as I felt myself harden, my eyes admiring the Queen's smooth face and her gorgeous golden eyes.
"Ahh~" I heard a gasp, and her golden eyes moved. My eyes dipped down to admire her cleavage for a moment before I looked back at her. It seemed like I hadn't been as slick as I thought I was, as I saw her golden eyes once again locking onto my face, a hint of amusement on her face as she spoke, "It seems like the gods haven't wasted their boons. You have quite a nice dick, young man. It's a shame, though, as you are too pretty to be locked up all the time." Her hands went through my hair, and I wanted to agree with her.
'Though if she's the one who is going to be tugging at my cock, I won't mind staying here after all!'
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AN - This is a smut-based progression fic. The MC won't be held like a slave for long, though, so don't worry. He'll be making his way through the entire Royal Family soon enough.
