Can you explain it slower, for the understanding impaired?

You follow your new... Friend? Associate? The Princess? Your bride to be? Outgoing leader? Who the fuck ever, up to her room. Quarters. Also whatever. Your head is spinning. This has to be excellent makeup... Except for those muscles... Maybe you bulked up for the role?

But the other girl, what was her name? Lydia? Everything you said confused her.

"I uh... So... Where are we shooting again? How long have we been here? Do YOU have any idea how hard I got hit in the head back there? I'm really confused right now..."

She just looks at you and smiles.

"Hard enough to gash your scalp through a steel helm." She said. "I'm not sure what you mean by 'shooting', though I can tell you exactly where you are. You're in Conquerors Keep in Tirel. Does that tell you how many times we've been taken over? So often, in fact, that we named the damn castle over the inevitability."

You follow her down a stone hallway that is lighted by candles the entire way. It's dark as shit even with the candles; there is no studio lighting flooding in from anywhere to supplement the situation at all. There's not hidden plug ins, speakers, nothing. The renfair experience or whatever is very authentic.

She leads you into a room adorned with a massive bed in the center, which is canopied, and mahogany furniture throughout. Lydia is sitting in the corner with her hands folded on her lap, smiling.

"You don't know where you are because I conjured you from somewhere else." Princess Whatshername says after shutting the door. It's all very matter of fact, like she expected it to be the most natural thing she could have said. "I spent my entire life studying sorcery, wizardy from the court wizard, Murdock, and you are what I got. I don't know who 'you' are, so to say, but I know you're not from here, or even from this time, maybe even this... Plain of existence? Whatever that means, though I suppose it would be equivocal to the Netherrealm or... "

You stop her.

"Holy shit, you used magic?!" You say. You touch your face again and turn in a circle. This is a Princess's room, there has to be a mirror, right? You find one next to a small golden washbasin and return to looking at your new face. "What the fuck! Send me back!"

"I... Don't know how." She replies. You're taken aback, flabbergasted, a touch pissed off. "Even if I did, I don't know where you came from, in comparison to where we are, and... I can't."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do then!?"

She smiles at this. Then she points at Lydia, and motions her to the bed.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to make things worth your while." She says. Lydia is already stripping. Your anger is sated as your heart begins to thunder in your chest. You're not entirely sure what's happening but you can guess. "My magical knowledge may not be complete, but there are some things that I am completely versed in... And pleasure... Sexual pleasure... That's the one I spent most of my time on."

The little blonde, Lydia, is naked now. Her short, sandy colored hair hangs in halfass curls around her face, her hands smoothed over two tits that were big enough to be perfect; something like a D cup. Her wide hips are perched atop an ass that was emaculate; fat and almost a bubble. She laid back on the back and stuck one leg up and stretched it, lowering it only to rinse and repeat with the other.

While you were paying attention to Lydia, the Princess, sorceress, whatever you need to call her now, stepped up to you and pressed the palm of her hand against your cock through your pants. It was already hard, but the contact made it surge to the point where you weren't sure if it was going to peek out above the waistband of your breeches or not. Then she slid her hand down in your pants and wrapped it around your firth, giving your cock, which is much longer and fatter than it had been previously, two pumps. She bites her lip.

"Oh, this is going to be good..."

Then she starts sliding your breeches down, and taking your shirt off...