You flush a deep scarlet as Rill the Fairy continues to fondle you, her expression eager as she waits for you to pick a number. You try to focus on the problem at hand, but between Grort's gargantuan pulsating member hovering mere inches from your head and Rill's molestation, you have a hard time clearing your mind. Surely there's something else to this "game" than mere chance... the pixie couldn't be that cruel, could she? A one-in-infinity chance of survival doesn't exactly seem fair! Then again, she seems pretty eager to watch Grort gobble you up. Disheartened by this thought, you decide that the fairy's number game is exactly what you feared... an excuse to torment you and protract your inevitable demise. In fact, now that you think about it she seems to be getting aroused by the anxiety that her little charade is causing you. You watch wide-eyed as Rill leans her head back and moans softly, her nipples hardening as she explores the contours of your erection with her fingertips. She takes her free hand and slides it beneath her loincloth, stirring the gossamer fabric and revealing the full lips of her labia as she slowly begins to pleasure herself.
Between gasps of pleasure, she whispers ominously to you, "It's no fun if you think too long... Oooo... AHHH... if you won't play my game, I'll just let.. mmmmm... let Grort have you right now!"
It looks like it's now or never! You close your eyes and let the winds of fate blow where they will.
"One hundred and seventy two."
Rill bites her lip and stifles a giggle. You hear Grort chuckle rumblingly behind you, and catch the movement of his erection bouncing as he laughs out of the corner of your eye. You swallow dryly as you watch an expression of sadistic delight spread across Rill's face.
"Tee-hee! Actually I was thinking of three billion, four hundred and fifty three million, two hundred and twenty one thousand, five hundred and eighty four. I guess you're not so clever after all, schoolboy! Tee-hee! That's okay, though. I was really, really hoping I'd get to watch you die." She flips her hair girlishly as she flits over to Grort and lands on his penis. With a villainous look, she grinds herself against his trunk-like shaft, moaning quietly as she locks eyes with you. "I'm soooo glad you were too dumb to win my game! Mmmm... Mr. Grort and I are really going to enjoy this."
Grort rumbles his approval as his fairy-master continues to grind against him, "Mmmm! Dum-dum is yum-yum. HawHawHawHaw!!!"
Your heart pounds deafeningly in your chest as you find yourself faced with an inevitable and gruesome death... and yet you find yourself longing for Rill's taunting touch more than ever. Your throbbing erection aches for the touch on one of your tormentors. In fact, the thought of Grort's rough and slimy tongue exploring his meal's most sensitive parts gives you a simultaneous feeling of revulsion and a tiny thrill of excitement. You feel your face flush with shame as your fantasies run wild, and you find yourself battling to maintain your survival instincts. This isn't like one of the stories that you've read online. You don't get to satisfy your morbid sexual daydreams and then walk away at the end. At the end of this story, you're going to be dead. And there's going to be a whole lot of pain before the ending. And yet, even knowing this, you're whole body is electrified with anticipation.
With a beat of her wings, Rill flits back over to you and hovers mere inches away. She blows you a kiss mockingly and breaks into wild tittering laughter. It's at this moment that you notice two glittering objects that hang from her waist, tied to the fabric of her loincloth. The first object is a long thin knife with a guard shaped into butterfly wings. The metal is so thin and sharp that the blade appears to be more needle than dagger. The second object is a delicate and ornate golden key. You notice that the patterning on the key matches that of the lock on Grort's collar. You may not have stood a chance with Rill's "game," but this is a real opportunity! The loud growling of Grort's stomach behind you hardens your resolve to survive... you have only one chance and it has to be now. Which item to you grab!?
