New World

Zack felt immensely awkward cuddling up with Paris post-sex, which he was glad that he wasn’t there for.

Paris was smoking hot, undoubtedly, but she was also related to him! That was weird.

Paris propped herself up on her elbow, which dug into Zack’s chest, and she started kissing him. Zack knew that he had to kiss back or reveal he wasn’t the guy she thought he was, which wasn’t on his agenda just yet.

So, Zack kissed back. The thing that gave Zack pause was that he was really enjoying the kiss. It was natural and passionate, a true French kiss. Zack gave Paris’ hip a squeeze, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek.

Paris drew back, smiling. She adjusted her position a bit so that she sat square on Zack’s hips, his rock hard cock nestled between her thick thighs.

Her long dark hair (which was longer than her hair in the real world) tickled Zack’s chest.

“We need to get up, or your mother will have some complaints about you being a poor host.” Paris smirked.

“Yes, agreed.” Zack nodded. Paris planted a soft kiss on Zack’s lips, and then slid off of him, padding across the floor.

She gathered up her articles of clothing and set them on the bed.

She then crossed the room to a bell sitting on the dresser and gave it a ring.

To Zack’s shock, the door was opened by Madison Cole, but she, like Paris, looked two years older, and was also visibly a servant while Zack suspected he and Paris were rich.

“Yes, Lady Paris?” Madison asked, studiously ignoring Zack’s proud cock sticking up like a flagpole. Whoops. Paris had gotten him really excited, which greatly disturbed him.

“I need assistance getting dressed.” Paris said as if it was obvious. Madison bowed deeply.

“Madison, you have a brother, don’t you?” Zack asked.

“Yes, Lord Zack, I do. He serves the esteemed House Woodsen.” Madison informed Zack.

House Woodsen, huh? Well, that’s Ashley and Brandon in one place.

Zack got out of bed and started pulling on some clothes. Unlike Paris, who had to deal with a dress and a corset and all kinds of crap, Zack simply pulled on some pretentious silky underwear, and then brown pants and a white long sleeve shirt with a fancy collar.

He said a quick goodbye to Paris and Madison, the latter looking fairly surprised at that, and then left his room.

As he walked, he realized quickly that he didn’t know his way around. He walked for a while along a long passageway, before coming across a set of double doors. He opened them and was absolutely stunned at what lay inside.

It was... his Aunt Louise. Paris’ mom. Alive. She looked older than in pictures Zack had seen of her. She was in a lavender nightgown that came down to only mid-thigh, and it was cut into a sharp V revealing the cleavage of her large breasts. Her black hair tumbled down in damp locks, and her green eyes were filled with warmth upon seeing Zack.

You know, in a way, it made sense that Aunt Louise would be alive in this medieval world. She died in a car crash, after all, and it didn’t seem like there were cars in this world.

“Aunt Louise.” Zack said, smiling.

“Hello, Zack. It’s lovely to see you.” Aunt Louise said, holding her arms out for a hug. Zack moved forwards swiftly, climbing onto the bed and scooting towards her. Louise wrapped her arms tightly around Zack, and he slipped his arms around her.

He desperately hoped that medieval Zack wasn’t banging his aunt. From the way Louise was hugging him, it was clear she and medieval Zack were close, but there was no indication they were anything more than family. Good.

Zack eventually let go of Louise, but she stayed leaned against his chest.

“Where’s Uncle George?” Zack asked curiously.

“I believe he and your mother went for a walk. Your father is... entertaining in his study, so I decided to bathe and read a book. So, how are you?” Louise asked gently.

“I’m well.” Zack said, meaning it this time. Louise’s lips curved into a smile.

“And how is your relationship with my daughter faring?” she asked knowingly. Zack was stunned and unsure how to answer. Did medieval Zack know that Louise knew? Or was this a revelation for both Zacks?

“It’s nice to see her.” Zack answered cautiously.

“I’m sure it is. Paris spent this whole last month bemoaning your absence.” Louise remarked.

“Ah, did she? Well, I missed her too.” Zack said.

Louise gave a sad smile.

“If only you and Paris could marry. You’ve been together for just over a year and a half now, and you work so well together. If only you didn’t share a family name.” Louise sighed.

“Yes, it is quite sad. I love her dearly.” Zack said, getting into this kind of medieval cosplay role.

Louise stroked his cheek.

“Oh, I know you do, honey.” she said softly, and kissed him on the cheek, but far too close to his lips for comfort.

“So, Aunt Louise, I was thinking I might go visit the, ah, House of Woodsen.” Zack said. Louise tilted her head in confusion.

“Why?” she asked.

“To see Lady Ashley.” Zack said quickly. Louise raised her eyebrows.

“Are the two of you involved?” she asked.

“No, no. We are simply friends.” Zack assured his aunt, who seemed to ship him with Paris.

Louise nodded.

“Well, you should tell your mother before you go.” Louise advised.

“Of course.” Zack nodded, and kissed Louise’s cheek. He then slid off the bed and left the bedroom.

He hurried out of that long hallway, and headed into the inner part of whatever manor they were in. He bumped into Madison, and was struck by how different she looked when merely two years older.

Madison back in the real world was pretty, assuredly, but this Madison was far prettier. She’d come into her features as best as she could, and the servant clothes were surprisingly attractive to Zack.

“Lord Zack! Forgive me, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Madison apologized swiftly.

“It’s fine, Madison. It was my error. Do you think you could escort me to my mother? I’m not sure where she is, at present.” Zack said, thinking quickly. Madison nodded.

“Of course. She’s on a walk with Lord George.” Madison said, “I believe she’s this way.”

Madison set off, and Zack kept pace with her as they walked.

———

Skye Willows opened her eyes, blinking. She could feel heavy chains on her wrists, and cold air was blowing on her breasts. She tugged at the chains on her wrists, but they were securely fastened to the wall.

She looked around and saw she was in a dreary cell. Footsteps sounded, and she looked up to see Gregory Bishop standing there, grinning hungrily at her.

“Trying to steal from me, eh?” Gregory snorted. A woman walked up beside him, who was visibly naked, except for a loose green robe covering her naughtier bits. The woman was not Monica Bishop. Skye actually wasn’t sure who she was.

She had strawberry blond hair, gray eyes, tits that dwarfed Skye’s impressive rack, and wide, curvy hips. All around perfect looking woman, honestly. She planted a kiss on Gregory’s lips.

“Honey, come back to bed.” she pleaded.

“Fine. I’ll sort this thieving bitch out in the morning.” Gregory glared at Skye, and then he followed the perfect woman away from Skye’s cell door, and she lost sight of them.

Considering Gregory Bishop was her jailer, it stood to reason that Zack Bishop was close by. Skye definitely remembered him falling through the weird portal here as well, which meant he was hopefully like her, having woken up in someone else’s life. And if he was here, maybe he could save her from the assuredly painful **** coming her way in the morning.

Skye could only hope.