Finally go to sleep

Once Blythe leaves, you quickly realize you can’t turn off the light crystal. While sleeping with it on wouldn’t be impossible, you’d rather not deal with it on top of the terrible mattress and lack of a pillow that is undoubtedly going to leave you sore in the morning. You consider covering it with your tunic or the blanket, but the room is on the chillier side now that the sun has been gone for at least four hours. You also consider stuffing it in the desk drawer, but you immediately learn that the drawer is fake and doesn’t actually open. You eventually settle on removing the crystal from its holder and stuffing it in your pocket. To anyone watching, it’d look like you’re stealing, but you know that the truth is far more embarrassing. With the light successfully shrouded in your pants, you finally crawl into bed for the second time, and wait for sleep to wash over you.

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You open your eyes and see a mossy stone archway in front of you. All around you is the infinite black of the Space Between Spaces, which you’ve never been to yet somehow you know that’s where this is. You stand there in silence, your ears straining to hear a Voice reach out to you. But it never does. Instead, you see framed paintings appear floating all around you. Each is a portrait of you sitting on a chair, with space for a caption at the base, though that is where the similarities end.

One portrait, captioned “Paladin,” shows you in resplendent silver and gold armor, brandishing an ornate longsword. Your wooden chair is not a grand throne, although it is ornately designed. Around you are the gray brick walls of a castle or a church. Standing to your right is a woman with sky blue hair and glowing amber eyes. She wears a white gown underneath polished silver armor consisting of pauldrons, a breastplate cupping her average bust and converging to a point at her navel, plates strung around her hips and groin, and gauntlets on each arm. On her back are large angel wings, folded in so as not to eclipse you in the image. To your left is a silver-haired woman with pointed ears and bright blue eyes, wearing a white dress that covers her entire body from the neck down. Her head is turned slightly toward you in the painting, her eyes watching you with a weak smile behind them.

The next painting, captioned “Hero,” has you in lighter, but just as gaudy, armor. You sit at the head of a table, whereabouts a massive assortment of food has been laid out. Joining you at this feast are a colorful cast of characters: a catgirl with short, black hair, wearing tight-fitting, purple-dyed leather armor and sporting many not-so-hidden knives in various places on her person sits directly to your right; next on the right side is a dwarf with a long and braided ginger beard, wearing a crimson tunic and iron-plated leather gloves; to your left is an androgynous human with chin-length, dark green hair, wearing white and gray robes and resting a long wooden staff against their chair, and rounding out the group is a bunnyman with long, grey hair and many years showing on his wrinkled face, with a bow slung over his back and wearing a green outfit similar to the catgirl’s.

You are about to start examining the third portrait when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the silver-haired woman from the “Paladin” painting standing before you. She wears a troubled expression, and you reach up to cup her cheek. The gesture does little to improve her mood, though she does lean into your hand slightly. Then, she takes hold of your hand and sets it gingerly over her breast. You squeeze her supple mound as she holds your hand in place, and a smile spreads over her face. A few seconds later, she is pulling you towards another painting. Releasing your hand, the woman steps up to the painting and runs a hand along its side.

The portrait is captioned “Demon Lord,” and in it you sit upon a lavish throne, dressed in what appears to be a red cape, black platemail, and black pants. The pants, however, are currently open at the waist. Sitting on your lap, or more accurately riding reverse on your erect dick, is a buck-naked elven woman with long blonde hair and large, bouncing breasts. Sitting between your legs and licking your balls is the catgirl from the “Hero” portrait, wearing the same leather armor as before, but having ditched the top half to let her bare tits be captured in profile. All around you is a massive orgy, though you don’t recognize anyone else in the mass of bodies.

You watch as the silver-haired woman slowly transforms: her hair darkens until it becomes a deep crimson, and her outfit slowly fades away to reveal black lace lingerie. She turns back to you with a pleased look on her face, her once bright blue eyes now an alluring violet as they stare at you half-lidded. As she steps over to embrace you, you notice a change in the painting. The once-silver-haired woman, in her new form, has taken the place of the blonde elf, spearing herself on your dick; the elf has now joined the catgirl between your legs, and the two are fingering each other as they service your balls. You hardly have time to appreciate this change before you feel the now crimson-haired woman’s hand pull you down. Your lips are about to meet, and then everything goes dark.