Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
He handed me a small deck of cards, then stood and physically moved my fear-frozen body toward the entrance to the staircase, helpfully marked out with a big “START” arrow on the floor. I put one foot experimentally on the first step. The staircase was wide enough that at least three people could stand across side-by-side, but it felt too narrow and precarious up close. On either side of me, the glass rails revealed the long, long drop to the bottom, while the apartment’s huge windows loomed on two sides. I might as well have been on the wing of a plane.
Matt helped me out by taking the cards from my trembling hands and turning the first one over. “Ah. Blue. Right out there.”
I swallowed. The blue space was the third one out. I put my hand on the railing and slid it as far forward as I could before stepping down from the start space. Pink. The bottoms of my feet tingled. I reached out again, never taking my hand from the railing, and forced my shaking knees to cooperate. I moved across the wide square and down to purple.
When I looked over my shoulder and saw the amount of space I’d already crossed, I almost rushed back. But Matt was waiting there, totally pleased with my progress. He gave me an encouraging, “Good job, princess,” and it was all I needed to move on to the blue space.
Once I got there, though, my confidence faltered, because I had to lean down to pick up the instructions.
“‘You meet a centaur in the Gum Drop Woods. He demands a sacrifice of your tight little cunt. Do your best to satisfy him, and don’t move on until you’ve orgasmed. PS. The centaur loves it when his maidens are loud’,” I read, and rolled my eyes in fond amusement. My dragon was such a nerd.
“What’s a centaur doing in the gum drop forest?” I called back.
“Don’t question the DM,” he responded.
I eyed the “centaur” waiting for me. The dildo was suction cupped to the floor, which meant I would have to get on my knees and ride it; it appeared most of the challenges were set up that way. All well and good but getting on my knees meant getting lower to the floor, and somehow, that felt like being closer to the edge. Closer to falling.
On top of that, the toy was ridiculously huge, at least two feet long, and the flared head was as big as my two fists clasped together.
There was another bottle of lube beside it. I briefly considered how unsafe the floor would be smeared with it, but that wasn’t my problem, so long as I didn’t step in it. We would have to leave word with whoever cleaned it up and—
Well, I hoped that person wouldn’t be Matt. I would feel wretched if he got hurt picking up all these toys himself.
But this thing required truly heroic amounts of lube, if I was going to get it inside me even a little bit. I squeezed the bottle over the top, straight down, drizzling it all over, until there wasn’t much to finish with my hands. Then, holding onto the railing and whimpering with fear, I got on my knees.
Once I was on all fours, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, I could still see straight down to my certain doom below, but in an emergency, I could flatten like a pancake and hopefully not tumble over.
I glanced back at Matt, still watching with amusement from the top of the stairs, took a deep breath, and got into position. If I was supposed to be imagining a centaur, then I assumed hands-and-knees would be the default. I reached between my legs and took the huge silicone cock in my hand. It was surprisingly bendy, which helped me angle it right. I had to push with considerable force to get even the tip in; my bone-deep terror had tensed my entire body up. My pussy was basically locked.
What would a centaur do? I thought. With a deep breath, I sat back, forcing the whole, huge, weirdly shaped head of the thing inside me with an “Ah!” of shock.
I rose up a little and sat again, scooting back on my knees to take more of the ridiculous thing inside. Between the size of the dildo and being separated from the yawning void of mortality by a single pane of glass, this task was more difficult than Matt probably intended. I smirked to myself at the thought of him scrolling through option after demented option on some specialty toy site, using his devious nerd brain to come up with ridiculous scenarios. I was sure he got plenty of enjoyment out of that.
And, frankly, out of watching me do this. He still sat on the bench at the top of the stairs, but he had a clear, if distant view of me.