Oliver frowned. “You do?”
“I do. You see, my concern is that the task you give me may also be impossible to complete. For example, task one may be ‘remain here forever,’ in which case I can neither complete the task nor get my question answered. Now, doing such a thing would, I believe, be in direct violation of the nature of the game, which is to permit me the opportunity to earn my freedom. In that case, however, this would not be a game at all, but a way for you to torture me for your amusement, thereby invalidating your statement about honesty from a demon.” Beth examined her fingernails. “I have a hunch that you were hoping I had a question about the rules, thereby using one of my three allotted questions and earning you a free task.”
Oliver’s grin returned, bigger than ever. “Oh, you really will be fun! Okay, I’ll give you this as a freebie. None of these tasks are impossible to complete, though you may find them distasteful. However, I will test you to see how far you will go to escape this place, and I intend to win.”
“Sounds fair. But there’s no reason we can’t be friendly about it.” Beth patted the cushion next to her. “So let me see. I want to get out of here, but I know if I ask you that, you will find a way to stonewall me.”
“Perhaps.” Oliver slid onto the couch next to her. “It seems that you are taking the game to heart. Trying to predict how your question can be twisted to serve my own needs. Very interesting. I rarely encounter a human who puts this much thought into things.”
“I’m sure you have some interesting stories.”
“I do.” Oliver smiled. “I must admit, this game is a favorite of mine. I have played it many times before. I enjoy watching the human psyche at work, whether it is building itself up or breaking apart.”
“I’m sure you do.” He was so close to her now that she found it distracting. “Has anyone ever won the game before and left?”
Oliver’s eyes lit from within, his yellow pupils dilating. He inhaled deeply, taking in Beth’s scent.
“Masturbate for me,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to watch you lick your own cream off your fingers.”
“Interesting choice,” Beth told him, turning on the couch. She spread her legs, revealing her blue cotton panties to him. A damp spot had long ago formed in the crotch, and she massaged her swollen labia through the fabric. It was like taking a drink of water after eating a pepper—it eased the burn but only for a second. Beth squeezed her breast, massaging the underside and lightly twisting her own nipple.
Oliver’s gaze was intoxicating. He never blinked, his grin a permanent fixture on his face. He had turned to see her better, sitting on his knees. Beth realized that his jacket was long gone, and he wore just his button-down shirt and a pair of black slacks. Rubbing herself through her panties, she let out a tiny moan.
“Good,” Oliver told her, licking his lips. Beth saw that the end of his tongue was forked, and she wondered how it would feel between her legs, if he could capture her clitoris between its folds, massaging the sides of it through her skin while he parted her lips with his fingers.
Beth shivered, the muscles in her pelvis squeezing. She pressed up through the fabric, teasing her opening with her covered fingers, moving them from side to side. Her labia parted gently beneath her touch, the soft fabric of her panties sliding across the entirety of her sex, stimulating her everywhere at once.
“Mmh,” she moaned, staring deep into Oliver’s eyes. She focused her attention once more on her slit, tugging her clitoral hood upward, causing her swollen clitoris to drag across the underside of the fabric. The cotton was just rough enough to send another thrill up her body.
Oliver watched her for several minutes, a grin fixed on his face. She could see him growing hard through his trousers, make out the long, thick shape of the cock hidden beneath his clothes. She wondered if it would be a weird color and if it was extra thick. Maybe it had thorns, or two heads, or…
The first wave of pleasure passed through her body, and she flooded her panties with more of her juices. After releasing her breast, she pulled the fabric of her panties to one side and teased her hole with her other hand, running her fingers along the edges of her vagina and dipping her fingers in gently. She would barely go in farther than an inch, swiveling her fingers around, pushing against the inner walls to stretch them out. The muscles in her ass twitched with anticipation, and Oliver drank in the sight, crouching to get a better look.
“You are good at this,” he told her.
“Plenty of practice,” Beth said, switching to two fingers. Her hips rose of their own volition, attempting to force her fingers even farther in. She angled her hand upward and allowed her pussy to swallow both fingers, moaning out loud. Pressing tightly against her clit with her free hand, she rubbed herself furiously, shoving her fingers up as far as they would go and spreading them apart inside. She pictured the demon pushing himself into her, then a dragon, then a werewolf, her mind blending together any number of fantasies, moving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck…fuck…” Beth panted, pulling her hand out long enough to add a third finger. She rubbed her clit hard now, her orgasm building, her pussy tightening. “Fuck…fuck…FUCK!” Crossing her legs, she used them to push her hand up into her pussy, the inner walls clamping down on her fingers like a vice. She let out several moans, cries that broke free of her and saturated the air. She felt the rush of cum on her hand, a sticky pool forming just
