My dragon cleared his throat.“What color?”
“Pink,” I said, not looking back, because annoyance was probably punishable.
There was a butterfly-shaped wearable vibrator on the pink square.I picked up the accompanying card.You have stumbled into a meadow of horny butterflies.They feed off orgasms.This one will follow you for the duration of the game.It is to remain on and in contact with your clitoris at all times.
I sighed and stepped into the straps, sliding them up and tucking the vibe between my labia.I’d used one of these before.They weren’t intensely powerful, but they did feel very nice.There were no controls on this one, which meant—
It buzzed to life against my already stimulated clit, and I jolted.When I turned back to Matt, he was holding up a remote, shaking it and grinning.
I took another card.This time, there were two colored squares on it.“This means I skip the next one and go on to the second one, right?”I clarified.
“That’s right.I’m moving down a level, so I have a better view,” he said, and went to the elevator.
I checked out the toys on the squares that I passed, because I had no doubt that my dragon was going to want to watch me use them at some point in the future.
He had to have done all of this shopping one-handed.
To get to my square, I had to make the treacherous u-shaped turn that hung suspended near the windows.This was easily the scariest part—so far.My fingers on the handrail trembled so hard, I worried the whole structure might shake apart.
But perhaps more daunting was the space I headed to.
First of all, I had no idea anyone evenmadesex toys the size and shape of the ones waiting for me.
Okay, Ididknow, but I didn’t imagine they’d be something Matt would ever buy.Like the centaur dick, these were suction cupped to the floor, and about the same ridiculous length, but rigid, standing straight up to my knees.And they were tentacles, tapered from points the shape of the head of a dick, but which grew toward the floor and a base as wide as a one liter of soda.
Second: how the fuck was I supposed to fit them inside me?Surely, not all of them, and not at the same time?It was physically impossible.
I picked up the card and read.Uh-oh!You strayed too close to the Licorice Loch.The tentacle monster has you in its grip—that is, you have him in your grip.Fuck both tentacles and roll the die to determine how many orgasms you’ll have before you move on.
I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief when the die provided was a single six-sided one and not one of his weird role-playing ones.I rolled a three.Could have been worse.
As I eyed the toys and tried to figure out a plan of attack, the butterfly vibe jolted; a short buzz, but it was not subtle.I squeaked in surprise and my knees buckled; I threw a hand out to the railing.
And that gave me an idea.There was no way I was going to be able to work these at the angle I’d manage with the centaur one.plus, they weren’t quite as bendy.But if I used the railing for support…
I grabbed the bottle of lube from the floor and full-on emptied it.Someone on the housecleaning staff was going to end up potentially paralyzed, if I didn’t leave a note.But I would be left injured, myself, if I wasn’t liberal with my application of the stuff.
Matt stood at the bottom of the stairs.
“What’s the point of this, if you can’t even see me from there?”I demanded.
He said nothing but held up a small pair of opera glasses.
Nerd.I lived with an entire nerd.
“Come on.The faster you complete the challenges, the faster you get off the stairs,” he reminded me.
I took a deep breath and straddled the two tentacles, a hand on the railing on each side of me and slowlylowered myself.My crouch didn’t feel like a particularly sexy pose, and I had to let go of one side to position the dildos, but somehow, I managed to push the tip of one into my cunt.The other…
I wasn’t exactly prepared for anal.That left me one other choice.But it was too filthy, too extreme to even imagine.
Wasn’t it?
The vibrator jolted again.This time, it didn’t turn off.
“You can’t count orgasms you have before you’ve got them both inside you,” Matt warned.“Too bad you didn’t land on one of the squares with a butt plug.You could have at least warmed up.”
“I’m not putting it in my butt,” I called back.