Deeper into the castle

“I understand.” You respond with a nod.

“Good, it shouldn’t take too long. Follow me.” Aspen replies and begins to guide you deeper into the colossal castle. You’re glad you have an escort who knows the place since you fear you could probably get lost for weeks within its labyrinthine halls. As you walk along you encounter a hall filled with windows looking down on one of the many inner courtyards lined with lush, well manicured greenery; although, this one was far more somber. In the middle, instead of a fountain, statue, or gazebo, was a mausoleum with the decorated with the royal crest. Carved into the mantle above the heavy, extra wide stone doors was the name “KING OSWEN PORTER”. You feel a bit elegiac seeing the old king’s final resting place and feel confident now that those rumors that King Oswen is still alive are nothing more than baseless hogwash. But before you leave sight of the courtyard you a large robed figure walk out with what looks like a large basket of food and approach the tomb. However, just as he pries the heavy doors open, you round a corner, leaving the view of the yard behind.

Aspen goes on and on describing the history and significance of all the various things you pass and Wolfgang occasionally makes a crude comment that earns more ire from the fat bottomed dear. Eventually, you all travel down a spiral staircase and head down into the bowels of the castle where you arrive at a door being guarded by a pair of muscle-gutted guards, one a dragonborn, the other a bear. Aspen steps before them and presents them with a piece of paper. "Our guest of honor is here to be interrogated by Sir Gabriel." He says formally. The two guards look at the paper, nod, and gesture for you to step forward. You comply and immediately they lift your arms up and give you a pat down. You can't help but get a small perverse satisfaction feeling their large manly hands groping and feeling your blubbery body. The pat down is quick and as expected they find no reason you detain you. "All clear." Says the bear and the dragonborn unlocks the door and ushers you inside, leaving Aspen and Wolfgang out in the hall.

The inside is surprisingly inviting. It's a warm looking office lit by a few lanterns. A menagerie of weapons and memorabilia of past adventures lines the walls to your left and right while right in front of you, seated behind a large wooden desk is an utterly massive dragonborn, he towers over you at nearly twice your height with a giant gut that's easily twice your weight but despite his round and soft midsection you could see his arms and legs bulging with intensely powerful muscles. He looks up from his work when he hears the door open. "Ah, you're finally here." He says as he stands up from his seat "Please stay right there." He lumbers over to you, he looks like a giant from your perspective, and draws a small bag from his pocket. He reaches two of his brawny sausage fingers into it and takes a large pinch of what looks like pearlescent sand. "Look down." He commands and you obey as he sprinkles the powder around your head. "Revelae Glamore Guisa." He incants and waits a brief moment. You feel absolutely no different at all. "All clear, please take a seat." He says with a much warmer tone. You take a seat on the wooden chair sitting before his desk as he reclaims his place behind it once again. "Sorry about that, had to make sure you don't have any glamors trying to hide your identity. I am Sir Gabriel Aegis, head of the royal guard." He says with a smile and extends his hand out for a friendly shake. You take his hand and suddenly it clicks. He's THE Sir Gabriel Aegis, head of the Knights of the Banquet Table, the one who singlehandedly defended Tallowford from the hoards of the slime king, the one who carried more than two dozen orphans from a burning building, the one who ate more than double his body weight in pies at the century jubilee! You barely recognized him without his armor on. He's so much bigger in person than how he looks in books. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Gabriel!" you blurt out like an excited child "But, shouldn't you be out on a quest?"

Gabriel chuckles a bit "Ahaha, adventures don't come around too often these days. I mostly just spend my days training with the boys and growing my gut." He says and gives his belly a proud pat. "But enough about me, let's talk about you. Don't worry, the 'interrogation' doesn't take long, it's just a formality really." He takes out a fresh piece of parchment, dips his pen in the inkwell on his desk and begins the interview.

He starts by asking very basic questions, What is your name? What is your age? Where do you live? What is your profession? What is the reason you've come to the castle? et cetera, et cetera.

But eventually his questions become more unusual. How many partners have you had in your life? Are you a top or a bottom? Are you dominant or submissive? Do you have any specific fetishes?

You answer them all honestly, but Gabriel can see the confusion on your face. "Don't worry, these are all normal questions. Everyone who enters the castle has had to answer them, myself included. They're just on file in case the king would like to consider you for his harem." Your heart skips a beat and your face grows flushed at the mention of the possibility of becoming one of the King's suitors "It's very rare but it's happened before."

He continues on with the questions, recording your every answer down on the parchment. Once he was all done with the questions he stands you up and takes a few measurements of your height, weight, proportions, and cock length and writes them all down on your file.

"Alright, ______, you're good to go see King Porter!" He says cheerfully.