She pulls herself awake

Hanae **** herself awake, trying to think about why she couldn't just fall asleep. Then it struck her. In all of their back and forth, she'd never exchanged phone numbers with Zachary. She sighed. Then realized she couldn't make it to his dorm without help now because she was going to have to get undressed before she fell asleep if she had to be naked when she woke up. Ugh! Logistics! She pulled out her phone and thankfully saw that Zachary had pasted his phone number on a sticky note to the back of her phone. When had he done that? She tried texting him to ask if he could come to her dorm but her fingers wouldn't move. Sighing, she texted, asking if she could stop by in the morning to get his opinion and permission for clothing.

Zachary must have been just waiting for her to text because he responded within seconds with an affirmative and also a note that his friend had a corset she had been in the process of testing herself on and could do a test fitting in the morning too.

Hanae closed her eyes, wondering when all this would be over, then realized she might not have played her second game of the day if the Oni counted the earlier game as a separate one for some insane reason. A few seconds later, she sagged in relief. Nope, the earlier was her second game for the day.

Dragging herself out of bed, Hanae pulled off her blouse and skirt, and wondered how she was going to remove the fishnet stockings when they just disappeared. Well, that made it easy.

Hanae lay back down in bed and, sending a heartfelt prayer to whomever was listening that Ailis would respond, texted Ailis.

Hanae felt her eyebrows shoot up and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the dots indicating Ailis was texting back. "Hi Hanae, sorry about not responding earlier... I've had a crazy couple of days. Not to get too much into it now, but I found out my Dad isn't my Dad, he became an intergalactic King, I'm not on Earth, I think, and there's a whole lot more I need to talk with you about but it's too much to get into over text. In fact, one moment... Are you currently playing a game?"

Hanae replied: "No, I'm not. What do you mean, not on Earth?"

"I have something I just have to show you!" Ailis added a bunch of happy face emojis.

Hanae was in the process of texting back when she felt a cool breeze wafting over her body. Her nipples were always cold now so that didn't clue her in, but the cool air on her stomach and back made her freeze and look up haltingly. And the sight in front of her started her knees knocking.

"Hello, Hanae, was it? Ailis said you needed a ride here and so I asked Vavnagal to bring you. We didn't catch you at a bad time did we? Or is this another of those game related issues?" Seamus asked her gently, keeping his eyes solidly on her face. Then he looked sideways, "Or is Vavnagal playing a mean trick on you that I'll need to add some spankings to her punishment for tonight?"

A beautiful, winged mostly naked alien looking woman with a real, not butt plug version inside a locked chastity belt, tail bowed and replied: "No, my King, she was like this when I retrieved her as per your request. If you had wished her to be appropriately attired, husband, it may be useful in the future to specify such when asking me to retrieve someone without giving time frames..."

"Ah. Yes, my fault then." Seamus looked back at the still very quiet Hanae. "Are you okay? You seem rather shaken. I must admit, I've grown maybe a little overly used to these kinds of things in the past couple of days since I got involved in all this."

Hanae saw the intricate, Celtic knot gold circlet studded with gems on his head, the quietly opulent clothing, the rich velvets and deep burgundies in the furniture, the also winged mostly naked alien bodyguards standing at a careful but deadly watchful distance away, Seamus' own wings, his kind but grave and deeply recently lined face, a powerful sense that he was influencing her physically in some way, and suddenly remembered her manners. She hasn't been certain if Ailis had been serious about her Dad becoming a King or not but everything she saw here seemed to point to that conclusion which meant the Japanese social requirements surrounding encounters with royalty still existed, regardless of her current déshabillé state.

Hanae drew herself tall and studiously ignoring the shocks from the belt, closed her legs, laid her hands on her thighs and bowed at the hips to a 45° angle. She rigidly kept her back straight and bit her tongue to stifle her whimpers as the intensity of the shocks between her legs grew more intense. But, something else was also happening that helped make the shocks shift from being merely painful to part of a symphony of arousal that built and built, and now she had to fight to keep from having an orgasm right here and now, but her intense sense of avoiding social haji kept her physical responses in check...barely. But Hanae was fighting so hard that it took a third attempt from Seamus to get her attention.

"Hanae, are you okay?" Seamus asked.

"Your Majesty, I think it would be good to order her to relax before her belt turns into a stun gun." One of the guards stated dryly.

Seamus cleared his throat: "Hanae, please relax, do what you need to in order to be comfortable. Vav, please get Ailis. She asked me to bring Hanae and then she disappeared."

Hanae carefully spread her legs, trying to slow down the snap open but was grateful when she no longer felt sharp zaps to every sensitive part both deep and surface level the belt covered. "Heika, please excuse my... appearance. Thank you for bringing me to your court."

"Hanae, would you like some clothing? Are you allowed to wear clothing with your game state?" Seamus asked worriedly.

"Heika, hai, yes, I can wear clothing if given permission...if it pleases you, may I have permission to dress, and might I beg favor of some clothing with which to do so?" Hanae asked.

"Yes, yes, of course. Sireah, please summon a robe for our visitor..." Seamus started to say when Hanae interrupted him.

"Wait, Heika, please, not a robe! The game, the Oni... if I cover more than half my body, I'll lose my voice. Please, something... smaller." Hanae shrunk a little and then snapped her legs shut again, winced at the resumed shocks and bowed again: "Heika, please forgive the interruption."

Seamus corrected himself: "Sireah, something suitable for our guest that will allow her to talk please. Hanae, please, I can see you shaking from here. At ease! Iraeniae, I can see you over there, has my cat-demon spy-master of a third or fourth or thirty sixth wife, or however many it makes now that time is in a jumbles finally figured out where Lucifer is going to strike next?"

Iraeniae knelt on one knee, her wings folding and touching her wing tips to the base of her back, her arms spread out and back, head bowed as she reported: "No, Sire. Her High Consort is still working on that and wished to request your assistance in sourcing additional manpower from her people. She stated she has a beautiful sister that you might find attractive, and several attractive felines in the intelligence community that would gladly be free of Lucifers influence and could provide additional heirs to your empire."

Seamus snorted, "that sounds like her. I swear, of all the women I find myself now married to, for such a race supposedly dedicated to being married for life, that one is most eager to fluff me, most eager to push others into my bed." He sighed. "Poor Alice. I never wished this on her." He muttered so quietly Hanae almost didn't catch it. "I never wished for this myself."

A woman Hanae hadn't met yet spoke up from his side: "Seamus, stop feeling sorry for me! For one, every time you do, you need comfort and these piercings pull something fierce when you do. For another, I'm fine." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Twenty years of marriage, we are strong. I love you. Remember that. Focus on your guest."

Seamus gathered himself and smiled at the now clothed Hanae. Then his eyebrows shot up. "Sireah...how are harem silks so sheer they would put Jasmine to shame suitable clothing?" He growled.

"Sire, I thought they framed her figure quite suitably." the guard said cheekily.

Seamus growled darkly and the guard smirked, came close, knelt bowed, turned around and pulled her corset attached skirt up to bare the thong she wore, turned and bent over. "Sire, if I messed up, please feel free to 'punish' me as 'long' and 'hard' as my poor butt can take it."

Seamus sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and smacked her butt, pushing her back toward the rest of the guards.

Hanae looked up from the shimmering, translucent wisps of fabric hanging to her curves that included a marvelous, under-bust sheer silk and tight-boned corset, mortified, but still able to speak. She felt her face burn hotter than the shocks ever could, but still spoke up when Seamus looked at her: "Heika... it is... sufficient," she **** out.

Seamus chuckled: "Hoo boy. This has been a wild couple of days y'all." Seamus shook his head and asked Hanae: "Hanae, I think I have an idea of what you are going through. Ailis can tell you if she wants, she's intimated that she's stated something about what's going on. But, I don't want to give you false hope. I cannot undo what has been done thus far, but I might, might have a path that could theoretically mitigate future escalations, if you are agreeable to the particular...stakes that are required to enact the protections."

Hanae wanted to crush the sense of hope blooming in her innermost self, but it refused. She'd been burnt too frequently, but, Seamus had an...aura about him. Something that made her believe him, something that made her lean towards him, that made her extremely...wet? Why? Her belt chose that moment to start a slow thrust with the probe and she froze. She took a deep breath. "Heika, I would be deeply grateful for...hng... any..." she froze as she felt her lips start burning. Oh no. "...options you have for me."

Seamus was about to say something but he stopped: "Hanae, are you okay?"

"Heika, I have another...rule...that I haven't abided by yet...that involves...ahem...that involves my lips and...ah, so." Hanae blushed. "Heika, it involves my lips touching yours, as well as..." she shifted sharply futilely trying to avoid the deep thrust hitting that specific spot oh so deep inside. "...below the belt." She whispered.

Seamus straightened up like a rocket so fast the room could hear his back crack. "Han...ow...Hanae, uh, I don't have sex outside of marriage..."

Hanae shook her head sharply, "Heika, Sir, no, not sex. A kiss...", she blushed mightily, "...but no...ahem, only mouth, ah, so." She knelt, and unable to take the burning anymore, started crawling forward on her hands and knees.

Seamus, shocked, asked: "Hanae? Stand up, um. Wait, I still think of...oral...as a marital act."

"Unfortunately very true..." One of the guards stage whispered.

"Heika, sorry, no walking in the space of a superior...but if I don't follow the rules..." Hanae paused in her crawl and stood again on her locked high heels.

Seamus groaned and said under his breath, "I wanted to raise this with time to talk about it. Lord, help me." Seamus stood and walked down the dais to Hanae and stood in front of her. "Hanae, I don't have sex outside of marriage. But I don't want you to suffer. Alice knows my feelings on this and has already agreed to what is necessary in the running of my, heh, my kingdom." He took a deep breath and continued "marrying you was the method I was going to propose to cut off your ties to the Oni. I can't promise it will work, and it won't fix the existing rules, but I've possibly found a way to sever the game from the player upon the moment of marriage through use of some creative means I cannot and will not go into while your phone is still transmitting to the Oni, and now that I've divulged my plan, you have to make a quick decision. Do you agree to marry me?"

Hanae stood there dumbfounded. But at this point she'd take any chance that was offered. She answered by going up as high on her toes as she could, and Seamus ducked down to meet her more than halfway, and she kissed him. Not just a peck on the lips this time, a true, long kiss.

Then Hanae knelt down, undid the buttons on his pants, to which she quirked an eyebrow upwards.

"Too many wives, too much risk of zippers catching." Seamus said, blushing a bit on his own.

Hanae finished undoing the buttons and then stared for a solid minute trying to figure out how she was going to handle this.

"Sorry, you're not one of mine yet, and I can't add you until after the ceremony based on my discussions with my science council." Seamus said.

"Heike, I'm sorry, I don't understand." Hanae said.

"Ahh...you have one app, I got roped into another. Mine has...options that can make this easier for you, but it also had some rather... Visible and tangible side effects on me as well." Seamus said.

Hanae breathed in deeply and then angled her body forward, hearing many voices start speaking a foreign language in regular, repeating, chanting tones as she did so. Hanae blushed, not at all used to doing this, especially with an audience, but opened her mouth and angled her head to try to slide him inside without scraping sensitive tissues with her teeth. Unfortunately, she had only got a little bit of him past her lips when the door crashed open and she heard a very familiar voice call out.

"Sorry! I'm here, I just wanted to give you two...some......time.........alone, Hanae!" Ailis exclaimed. Glass breaking and liquid splashing across the floor soon followed.

Hanae tried pulling back but it was too late, she'd already started the ritual...

"Took you long enough to get back to your friend," Seamus said, his voice entirely deadpan. "You didn't mention all the rules she has to follow. Eh, Ailis?"

"I've, uh, I've... You, you know I've had my own rules to deal with and I didn't know!" Ailis exclaimed. "Why are you always getting married when I'm going through doorways lately‽"