Noises in the dark

The darkness of the night deepened slowly and with it a chill in the air to replace the unbearable heat of the day from a harsh sun that blazed fiercely from dawn until dusk. Ed wanted to build a fire to give him some comfort but lacked the resources, the bedroll he'd made remained at the base of the cliff so he didn't even have anything to lie on except the cold hard ground. He considered for a moment leaving his shelter but the risks of stumbling around in the dark outweighed any benefits of comfort. Normally his nighttime ritual involved some hot chocolate, crap TV and then wanking off to porn until he fell asleep but here the chances of that seemed limited.

He lay down on the hard ground and stared up at the stars, unable to sleep he half heartedly toyed with himself and was impressed with how long and thick his cock was. In what he thought of as the real world he'd had an average sized dick, nothing to disappoint but nothing like those stories on Chyoa where the girls would go wet and drop their knickers as soon as they saw it. Here though... here the character, he?, had a cock that when resting reached half way down his thigh and would surely make him a porn star in the real world, or at least a genetic freak. He also had a moment of smugness at how quickly he was able to make it get hard as he imagined all his favourite pornstar size queens begging to be with him, the size and hardness almost big enough to actually be considered a weapon.

His fantasies were broken by a roar from outside the door. He froze in place and didn't move a muscle as his body altered its reaction from sexual fantasy to fight or flight instinct. One of the few benefits of not having a roof was that he was sure he could climb up the opposite wall to escape should something break down the door. He had no idea what it was but could see a shadow under the door and hear its snuffling as it moved back and forth searching for a way in as Ed huddled in the dark.

The night deepened until Ed couldn't see anything through the ink black night. He held up his hand in front of his face and couldn't even see it. Eventually the shuffling stopped and Ed relaxed slightly as he sat shivering in the cold dark night within a self made prison. He thought about his old life, how he had gotten here, where here might be, what was expected of him? Was there a way to win? To escape? He had played Conan Exiles for hours and explored much of the map but to experience it like this, everything was new and unfamiliar, it was the difference between reading a manual for an electric car and driving Formula 1. Everything was real, more real than his previous life had been, he'd never felt such fear or so alive.

Knowing the danger that lurked outside in the dark and with nothing else to do he began to formulate plans for his survival. He eventually nodded off dreaming of becoming ruler of this land, a dream within a dream.