Quest Complete

It was awkward pretending last night never happened. DnD went well, but the session wasn’t my best. I was distracted by Emma. Every time I looked at her, my eyes went to her lips and the image would flash in my head. I knew where those lips had been yesterday. I knew and I jacked off to it.

Emma gave zero sign she knew what I was thinking, but I think she knew. I would always catch her glancing at me. Each time our eyes met, she would give me a small smile as if telling me she knew I did exactly what she told me to do.

The group broke up a little after two in the morning. As always, Emma stayed behind to help clean up. We talked a little about the campaign as we cleaned. The entire time, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. When was she going to ask? I knew she wanted to ask me. Even though she stayed behind every Saturday, this felt different. I did my best to fill her in little campaign details she had missed since she joined late, but my mind was in a different place. The more time passed, the more antsy I became. Each second brought us closer to that fateful conversation and it was driving me insane. Was I excited because I wanted it over with, or did I actually want the reward? It was hard to believe the latter was the case considering the grief the first had caused me. I deleted the picture along with any others she gave me on my phone, but they were still there in the cloud. Even the one that gave me so much grief last night… and pleasure.

God damn it. I was turning into a fucking pervert.

Trash picked up and most of the pieces back in their place, Emma sat on the table's edge and picked up the temporary miniature she was using for her character. “Am I going to get one of these?”

My throat was dry as my eyes ran over her. Like always, she was dressed for a date not for a nerd-out session in a basement. “I wasn’t sure if you were sticking around or not, but yeah. I can get you one of your character.”

She smiled and my arms and legs tingled. “Thanks, Isaac.” She gently returned the placeholder to its spot. “So,” she said slowly. My heart rate spiked as I knew it was finally time. The moment I’d been terrified of the entire day. Her eyes moved over to me, holding my gaze. “You do what I asked last night?”

I nodded and she tsked at me. “Y-yes,” I whispered.

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t smile. Not yet. “Did you enjoy it?” I was silent. I didn’t know how to answer that, or maybe I just didn’t want to. “Isaac, I asked you a question.” Her tone was metered and in a matter-of-fact way.

“If I say no?” I managed, trying to fight off the pressure emanating from her. Even though I was taller than her by a fair bit, her sitting on the edge of the table put her above me. It gave her a haunting aura like she was on a throne looking down at me. I wanted to stand up, to show her that I wouldn’t be bullied, but the will to move never materialized.

She shrugged as if she didn’t care. “That’s not really my problem.”

“So you wouldn’t be mad if I didn’t like it?”

“Why would I be? I try my best, but everyone’s taste is different. Some pictures are bound to land flat.” She wiggled her finger back and forth when I went to say something else. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

More silence as I warred with myself. How did I answer a question I didn’t know? But that was a lie. I think I knew the answer already but didn’t want to admit what it was. Not to her, and especially not to myself.

“Isaac,” her voice was softer than normal, and when I looked at her the placid features of her face had softened. “All I want is the truth. No matter what the answer is, I won’t judge you or bear you any ill will.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I felt my shoulder sag in defeat. “I did,” I croaked. When I looked up again, she was smiling.

“Was that so hard?”

She had no idea. It was basically confirming to myself I was a fucking, twisted pervert. I jacked off to a picture of my friend about to suck a guy off. Hopping off the table, she walked over to me. Surprised, I rolled back in my chair as she hopped up in the spot in front of me. Normally I would be angry since she bumped the DM screen and was sitting on all my notes and sheets, but all I could focus on was her closeness. Her eyes demanded my attention, and I gave it to her.

“I told you I would reward you for completing the quest, and I believe you earned it,” she said, holding up her phone. “As I said before, quest rewards are my choice, but I’m going to give you a bonus objective.”

“P-punishment?” I managed. The worst thing to happen now was to do all this only to get smacked with a punishment at the end.

“None. This is bonus. Get it wrong or fail, the punishment is not getting the extra part, nothing else. To complete this bonus objective, you have to answer two questions correctly. Do that, and I will give you ten seconds to touch my breasts. It will be over the clothes, of course, but still, not a bad deal for two little questions.” I gaped up at her, utterly floored by what she was offering me. “Interested?” She leaned forward ever so slightly and my eyes gravitated exactly where she wanted them to.

Of course I was. How the fuck could I not be? Even if it was over clothes, to actually touch her…

She giggled and I realized I was practically drooling at the prospect. “Honestly, I can’t believe I’m actually offering this to you. You have no idea how rare an offer like this is. So, are you ready for your first question?” I nodded, my eyes locked to her chest. She didn’t seem to mind my lewd glare. The opposite actually. “First question then. After I finished giving this guy his blowjob, where did I go?”

My eyes moved up to her and I knew at that moment that my initial thoughts had been correct. The picture was taken right before she met up with me in the library. The only reason she was asking that question was because she knew that I already figured it out. She wanted me to say it.

“The library,” I muttered.

She gave me a wide smile. Leaning in, I could almost see down the gap in her shirt. “Correct.” There was that mischievous glint in her eye as she held my gaze. “Yesterday wasn’t actually the first time I’ve done that, but that is a story for another time,” she said as she sat back up. “For your second and final question, I want you to think long and hard.” She chuckled lightly. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Anyways, when he finished, what did I do? Spit...? Swallow...?”

Easy. I may have gotten that question wrong before, but I never got the same question wrong twice in a row. “Swallow.” Two questions, two correct answers. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to feel her boobs. This was my first time to ever get close to a girl, let alone touch her. And it was Emma too! Hotter than hell Emma!

Leveling up was the best decision I’d ever made.

While I was busy staring at the gentle swell of her chest, she was messing with her phone. Setting it aside, she placed her arms on the side of the table. She was practically shoving her chest towards me as if offering me my prize. My entire body felt like a live wire. It felt like one little push and I’d fly apart.

Already moving forward, my hands began to rise as I heard my phone go off. She’d sent me something. My picture. “Look,” she said. “Your answer and prize awaits.”

Taking out my phone, I unlocked it and navigated to the messages. Sure enough, a picture was waiting for me and my stomach fell as I saw what was displayed there. The cock was slick from her mouth, the tip resting against her closed lips. She was looking up at the person she had been sucking on who had clearly been the one to take the picture. Her beautiful face was marred by white globs of cum on her cheeks and smeared around her mouth. Anger flared inside me as I realized what had just happened. Neither of the options had been correct. It had been a fucking trick question.

“You tricked me!”

“I never said those were the only two options.”

“It was implied!”

She shrugged as if it wasn’t her problem. “I told you to think long and hard.” Smiling, she pulled away. I felt like she had set something I’d wanted in front of me for the sole purpose of experiencing the pleasure of taking it away from me. That was why she had offered a physical reward. She knew how badly I would want that, and knew how devastating it would be to take it away—especially after thinking I’d won. “But look at the bright side!” she continued cheerfully. “You still got your reward from the quest. I hope this one brings you as much enjoyment as the one before.”

I was still glaring at her as she hopped off the table, brushing at the front of her skirt. Towering over me, she never stopped looking down as she enjoyed every second of my anger. There was a look in her eyes as if daring me to say something. It was more than daring, it was a challenge. Almost as if she wanted me to fight her. Maybe I should have, but the feeling right now was like staring down an incoming freight train as only myself. The only good that would come of it was my guaranteed destruction.

So I held my tongue, raging in silence at her underhanded tactics. This transactional side of our relationship was almost entirely one-sided, and I knew that. An addict, that’s what I was, and Emma was my dealer. I could stop this bullshit at any time. All I needed to do was tell her I was done and I wanted no more part in this demented game she was playing with me. I would have the freedom to berate her for being a horrible person. Tell her she was sick and twisted and needed professional help. I was supposed to be her friend, yet she always seemed to go out of her way to **** me.

“Nothing?” she asked softly. “Nothing at all?”

My silence spoke volumes. Not about her, but about myself. There was only one question that hammered my mind over and over again. Why was I still here? The Emma before me was my prison warden, but the prison she resided over had no doors. There were no locks or bars keeping me at her mercy. At every opportunity, she taunted me, almost begging me to leave. Yet here I sat, enduring punishment without a crime.

She let out a breath, and with it, Emma was back. The Emma I chose to believe was more than a mask she wore. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” I nodded slowly, still not trusting myself to speak. What was she referring to, DnD, or what came after? I found I didn’t want to know.

For a moment, I thought something like concern crossed her features. It was gone fast enough that I began to doubt what I’d seen. Had I imagined it? A figment of my **** desire to see her as something other than my tormentor?

“See you on Monday?”

“Sure,” I said softly.

With a small smile, she left me to my conflicted thoughts.