Audience with the King

Eris somehow manages to stuff her impressive proportions into the modified blue dress with a little help from Celia, but it was still a tight fit, her breasts threatening to spill out the slightest movement. It is a cute little number, with frilly sleeves and ribbons but on Eris it looks positively obscene with how it clung to her bum so tight you could make out every curve.

Celia wipes her brow as she finally gets it to cover Eris’ chest as modestly as she could. “Phew. Finally! Ready to go?”

The redhead nods and blushes. Just because they kissed and now she is so conscious of the succubus. ‘Still, Celia is so pretty. That slinky black cocktail dress looks so good on her. And earlier, when she was helping me with the dress, her face came so close and her eyelashes were so long and her lips looked so tasty and get a hold of yourself Eris!’

Unaware of Eris’ inner turmoil, the pair meet up with the other three members of the party.

“This castle is amazing! I can’t believe this is the kind of luxury these people live in.” Marcus is the first to say.

The sentiment is shared by the others. From these small village folk, the Royal Capital is on a scale none of them have experienced before. From the opulent decorations to lavish food, everything screams excess and decadence. ‘Lack’ is not a word that exists here.

“Shit, I can’t believe we’re about to meet the KING!” Brandon whispers as they draw closer to the throne room.

“I’m so nervous…” Eris shakes.

“Droopy hold Eris hand if she scared!” The goblin seems to be the only one not afflicted by nerves. Even Celia seems uneasy, though perhaps that had to do with how she drained ten soldiers to the brink of **** last night.

“Halt!” A guard in front of a massive door of gold calls out. “Name and purpose.”

Compared to the other guards they’ve seen before, the pair standing guard here are clearly a cut above the rest. From their armor to their posture, they truly live up to their moniker of ‘Royal Guard’.

“Eris Andive. We have an audience with the King.”

“Understood. Please enter.” They stand aside and the door swings open ever so slowly, revealing the throne room beyond.

If they found the other parts of the palace opulent, nothing could compare to the throne room. It’s a massive hall, big enough to fit a container ship. Every inch of it is built from marble and gold, while a red carpet wide enough for ten men to walk side by side leads from the entrance all the way to the throne at the opposite end of the hall. Three meter tall statues of past kings and queens line the alcoves on the path to the throne. Royal Guards are positioned every few meters, standing at attention. Eris and her friends awkwardly walk toward the throne, trying not to gawk at the tapestries hanging from the ceiling or the life-size paintings adorning the walls.

The throne itself is built from solid gold and atop it sits the man with the most power in the world. King Corgi VII. Next to the throne stands his three advisors. The Man Closest to the King, Minister Basenji. The Holder of the Key to the Treasury, Minister Terrier. The Wisest Sage in the Kingdom, Minister Akita.

“Eris Andive.” His voice booms. “Welcome hero!”

Eris kneels before him. “At your service, your majesty.”

“As you know, the Demon Lord has risen once again. You have been chosen as the hero. Your quest is to defeat the four Demon Generals in our continent before traveling to the Demon Continent and slay that foul Lord once more!”

“Yes! I will!” Eris declares.

“Good. The Kingdom will assist you in any way necessary. Minister Basenji will brief you on the Generals and towns you will be going to. Let him know if you have any requests.”

With that, their audience with the King ends and they are ushered into a backroom along with the tall, spindly Basenji.

“Yes.” He says, peering at them over his hooked nose. “So I suppose I should get to briefing you lot. Firstly, the King said we will provide assistance. I’m afraid that’s not possible. Our resources are currently stretched thin dealing with demon attacks. At most we can provide a carriage and horses to make your journey faster.”

“Now about the towns…”

Eris’ head is spinning from the information overload of Basenji’s spiel as the group exits the castle. “Ugh, there’s so much stuff to do…”

“What an asshole. No resources my ass. Maybe sell some of those paintings in your fancy castle?” Brandon huffs as he kicks a rock around.

“Chill guys.” Marcus says. “There’s nothing we can do right now to change their mind. We should focus on preparing for the first town to go to.”

“Yeah! We should totally go shopping!” Celia chirps. “Let’s all split up and be back here in three hours!”

Before Eris can even say anything, the party dissipates into the crowd, all eager to check out the shops and wares the Royal Capital has on offer.

“Uhhh guys?”