The Quest (alternate)

Author's note: First part is taken from Vox121's chapter. I just want to take it in a different direction.

It had been days since I had agreed to level up. The picture she sent me confirmed I was still where I was previously as she was fully clothed, though the way she hiked up her skirt…

Friday turned out to be the day when I would get my chance. It was nearly midnight when my phone chimed. I found a message from her waiting for me. I expected it to be the picture she owed me for today's study session. I was surprised to find an actual message.

>You busy?

>Nope

>Still want to level up?

>Yes

>Failing this means it all stops. Still up for it?

Taking a deep breath, I pumped myself up. Whatever it was, I’d do it.

>I’m ready

There was a long pause. Agonizing minutes passed as I waited, phone in hand. Emma was a master at this. It was like she knew how the wait tormented me. I was about to text her asking what I needed to do when I got her text.

In order to ascend to the next level, one must prove themselves worthy of their dedication to the cause. To complete this quest, you must turn in: one dick pic. Failure to do so will mean expulsion and forfeit of all previous rewards

>And it has to be yours. No cheating

Stunned, I sunk back onto my bed as I read and reread the message. The phone chimed again.

>You have five minutes

Fuck. A time limit too?

Taking a deep breath, I stood and paced back and forth. It was fine. It was just a picture. She’d been sending me stuff for weeks. It was only fair, right? Fair wasn’t the issue though. It was that Emma would have a picture of my god damn dick. What if she didn’t like it? I mean, I suppose it was okay as far as a penis went, but did I really know that? Of course it wasn't anything compared to the guys in the porn movies I've watched, and those were the only other penises I've actually seen, or at least paid attention to.

I pulled down my pants and boxers, and looked down at my limp cock. I couldn't help thinking how pathetic it looked. Emma always took the time to strike a seductive pose and take a good picture, not that it was even possible to take a bad picture of a hot girl like her. I suppose I should put in the effort to try and take the best picture possible in the next five minutes. Besides, I didn't want Emma making fun of it. She could be incredibly cruel if she wanted, and I didn't think I would be able to handle her mocking my cock.

> 4 minutes

I began furiously stroking my cock while closing my eyes and bringing one of Emma's pictures to my mind. After countless hours staring at pictures of her, the mental image came easily, and my body immediately responded. I opened my eyes, grabbed my phone, and quickly snapped a picture. I sent it to Emma and prayed that I had made it in time.

I pulled up my pants again while pacing back and forth, awaiting her reply. The wait was agonizing, but at least I could rest in the fact that I did what she asked and had leveled up.

> I told you it had yours. I'm surprised you would cheat like that.

> I didn't cheat! I hastily texted back.

> You expect me to believe that your dick is that big? I mean, there's not a lot else in the picture to gauge the size, but I can see a bit of your hand. Sorry, GAME OVER :(