Metal Mage 12

by Eric Vall

  One after another, my women came to me again and again for more after that, and my cum soon spilled out of each of their pussies and down their thighs as I poured into them.

  Nulena pleasured herself through all of it as she kept her two-toned eyes on me, and to see how much she liked watching me enjoy myself brought a wolfish grin to my face. Whenever I climaxed, the Baroness’ whole body began to shimmer, and if I held her gaze while I did, she’d immediately orgasm right along with me.

  It was like having a shadowy sex puppet who thrived on my own uninhibited pleasure, and watching her sleek pussy get wetter and wetter only goaded me on with my other women until I didn’t have an ounce of strength left in me.

  It was hours later when I collapsed back against the edge of the smoky pond, and my legs quaked while Nulena curled against my chest and traced slow circles across my abs. My other women slipped into the abyss to join us as well, and all of us were languid while we let the enchantments seep into our spent bodies.

  “We definitely need to stay at your place more often,” I mumbled in a daze.

  “I agree,” the Baroness chuckled.

  “I can’t move,” Aurora sighed, “and I don’t ever want to.”

  “Am I supposed to feel drunk?” Shoshanne slurred. “Because I feel lazy-after-sex drunk.”

  “Same,” Deya giggled.

  Nulena smirked. “Yes, I thought you might enjoy that, given you have all chosen babies over alcohol.”

  “Now that you mention babies,” Cayla chimed in.

  “Cayla … ” I warned.

  “You should have Mason’s babies, too,” the princess barreled on, and Nulena didn’t flinch at the topic.

  “I assure you, that would be unwise,” the Baroness murmured. “My family would certainly disapprove.”

  Then Nulena began kissing my neck, and the feel of her lips even made my knees feel hot and bothered.

  “That makes it more fun, though,” Deya insisted. “Plus, once you’re pregnant, your family can’t do anything about it, and Mason will handle any trouble they try to give you.”

  “Is that how this works?” I chuckled.

  “I don’t think Mason would like to handle any of the trouble my family would stir up,” Nulena mumbled as her lips worked their way to my collar bone.

  “What would they do?” Aurora asked with an eager grin.

  The Baroness sighed as she stopped her trail of kisses, and she shifted to get more comfortable against me before she replied.

  “Probably bring the sky down on us all,” Nulena sighed. “Light the world on fire, make the rivers run red with blood. Hunt Mason until the end of the time … ”

  My women and I couldn’t help laughing at the utter boredness in her tone while she said all this.

  “Alright, I’m not that bad of a guy,” I chuckled.

  “Yes, you’re too good,” Nulena informed me.

  “Ah.” I nodded. “So, if I toss the morals aside, they’d approve? Maybe commit a little treason or piss on a few graves?”

  “Then you’d have to change your elements, too, right?” Aurora added as she turned to Nulena. “I heard your family only marry Tenebrae or Lux mages.”

  “Yes, the list of reasons is endless,” Nulena muttered, and I noticed she looked irritated as she sat up, but then she grinned. “It hardly matters, though. Mason will have his hands full enough if you are all going to begin murdering people from now on.”

  “Speaking of which,” I led. “You said you figured out who hired that assassin?”

  “I did,” Nulena sighed, “and the situation is difficult. The assassin your women killed was named Sir Larik, and he was highly coveted in his business. For the past twenty years, he’s worked exclusively for an elite collection of nobles, but it was Baron Ralish who paid him to carry out the task.”

  “That prick?” I growled as I sat up. “What the hell did I do to him?”

  “You mean besides telling him to fuck off and calling him out on all of his shortcomings in front of every noble in Illaria?” Cayla asked.

  “Not a reason to kill a guy,” I countered.

  “The reasons are honestly numerous, but it all started when you reversed a tariff that would have guaranteed his family’s status for generations to come,” the Baroness pointed out. “Not to mention, the disappearance of Sir Larik increased the number of lords hoping to see you meet an early demise, and with their funding, Baron Ralish is hoping he can afford to send several men after you rather than just one.”

  “Great,” I mumbled.

  “Again, we’re so sorry,” Aurora tried.

  “Don’t be,” I sighed. “I might still have killed him if you hadn’t, anyways.”

  “Would it make you feel better if we kill the baron?” Deya asked.

  “No,” I snorted. “We probably can’t do shit about this, honestly.”

  “Why not?” Aurora snorted. “We’ve handled far worse than some stuffy old baron.”

  “Yes, but this stuffy old baron is a noble in the kingdom we were just hired to protect,” I reminded her. “How would it look if the new heads of the Order went out and killed a noble less than a week after being hired?”

  Aurora slumped. “Terrible. That’s the last thing Temin needs.”

  “Exactly,” I replied. “I guess I’m not too concerned, though. He hasn’t gotten me yet, and I can easily keep taking down whoever that idiot sends after me. It just complicates my day a bit.”

  My women didn’t look at all pleased with my stance on the matter, and I could tell they were biting their tongues while Nulena quietly considered the four of them.

  Then she cleared her throat. “There is one other thing.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Baron Ralish was the man who ordered your elven lovers to be killed as well.”

  My jaw locked at her words, and as a hot brick settled in my gut, even the enchanted mist surrounding me couldn’t counter the fury blooming in my chest.

  “What?” Aurora gasped. “What are you talking about?”

  I glanced at Cayla and Shoshanne, and I could tell both of them thought I should come clean on this one.

  “So … ” I muttered, “there was a small situation at Temin’s castle when we went to the meeting for the tariffs. Nulena warned me ahead of time that someone had targeted you and Deya, and I caught him in the act. He’s dead now.”

  “Mason, why didn’t you tell us?” the half-elf asked with a frown.

  “Because fuck that guy,” I snorted. “There’s no reason either of you should be worried when you’ve got me around, and I didn’t want it to ruin your evening. So, I took care of it. At least, I thought I did.”

  “The man you killed at the castle was another hired hand,” Nulena told me. “When he went missing, Baron Ralish and a few other lords determined you were a higher priority. I suspect a couple other factors may have influenced his priorities, but he certainly still intends to harm your women once he’s finished with you unless he finds a more opportune moment.”

  “I’d like to see him try,” Cayla said in an icy tone.

  “No.” I shook my head. “He’s not even gonna get that far, because I’m gonna kill him.”

  “Mason, you can’t,” Shoshanne argued. “I know you’re upset, but what you said before is still true. Of all people, a head of the Order cannot go murder a noble right now.”

  “I can, though,” Nulena said, and we all looked over.

  “You’d kill the baron for Mason?” Aurora asked.

  “I’d kill anyone for him,” the Baroness replied, and I was surprised at how readily she said this.

  “Me, too,” Deya announced. “I wanna help kill the baron.”

  “I’ll help, too,” Shoshanne agreed.

  “We all will,” Cayla said with a lethal grin, and Aurora nodded.

  “No, you won’t,” I informed my women.

  “But Mason,” Shoshanne pouted, “this would be such a good learning experience for us.�
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  “No.”

  “I promise I won’t do so much stabbing this time,” Deya tried.

  “Deya, this man paid to have you killed. I’m not sending you to him on a silver platter,” I argued more firmly. “Nulena said she’d handle it, so let her do her thing.”

  “Mason’s right,” the Baroness admitted. “Killing a man like Baron Ralish complicates things. It’s best I handle this alone.”

  “Is he that big of a deal?” I asked.

  “In personality, no.” Nulena shrugged. “He’s predictable, dim witted, and arrogant. But the people he consorts with invest a lot in his connections, so if he’s killed, many things will happen in rapid succession. More importantly, all of his associates will make certain you are the primary suspect unless I prepare a few details ahead of time.”

  “Am I gonna have to worry about these other lords hiring someone after this?” I asked.

  “No,” Nulena assured me. “I’ll tie everything up well enough to make sure they’re all laying low for quite a while.”

  “Pleeease let us help,” Aurora groaned. “This sounds like so much fun, and I never get to see you work.”

  “I wish you could, but I don’t want to risk any of this mess coming back to you,” the Baroness replied.

  “I’ll hide!” Aurora insisted.

  “End of discussion,” I decided. “Nulena will take care of it. Now, we have an army of mages who are probably waiting for us, and the tracks should be fixed by now.”

  “That reminds me,” Nulena said. “Six letters arrived for you from your generals regarding rather violent attacks, and there is a shipment of magazines from Dragir waiting for you.”

  “What?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

  “Because,” the Baroness snorted, “you do enough for these people when you should be spending more time having sex with us.”

  “Nulena … ” I groaned, and I jumped out of the smoky pond while the Baroness rolled her eyes.

  Chapter 19

  Within minutes, I got lost in three different directions while I jogged on wobbly legs through the Baroness’ castle, and this made no sense to me since I could have sworn the passageway had been a straight shot to Nulena’s sex cathedral. Still, I found myself running into one black corner after another, and it was like being locked in a haunted fun house.

  I began opening any ominous door I came to in the hopes it might lead to the entrance hall, but most of the rooms I found were oddly empty and windowless. A couple were littered with black gowns, garters, and corsets, though, and I raised my brows at a few bodices strategically woven to look like spider webbing that left all the best parts exposed.

  I would definitely be asking about those later.

  The last door I opened almost blinded me with its all red walls and carpeting, but when I saw there was only a table in the center of the room with a decanter of ink-black liquid, I slowly closed the door.

  After that, I decided not to open any more ominously black doors, and I sprinted through the halls while I sent my Terra Magic through the castle to find out where the hell I was. Somehow, I was on the third floor even though I never climbed a staircase, but ten minutes later, I came barreling into the checkered entrance hall at last.

  “What just happened?” I gasped while I braced my hands on my knees.

  “Mason?” Kurna asked, and I looked up to see him coming through the front doors. “I was wondering where you went. Bagneera says the tracks are ready, but apparently, she wasn’t too serious about leaving you behind. She is irritated, though.”

  “I tried to get here sooner,” I sighed. “I got lost. My women shouldn’t be too long, they’re with--”

  “Your women are at the train,” Kurna said with a smirk. “They’ve been asking for you.”

  “Godsdamnit,” I cursed. “How?”

  The brawny mage chuckled at the crazed look of me, and he clapped me on the shoulder before he headed for the doors. When we got to the platform, all of my women were indeed waiting along with the Baroness, and they snickered when they met my gaze.

  “Took you long enough,” Aurora muttered.

  “You know what … ” I sighed.

  “Here,” Kurna snorted as he handed me a stack of parchment. “These updates arrived, and they don’t sound good.”

  I snatched the papers as I sent Nulena a scornful look, but the Baroness just shrugged carelessly.

  Then I scanned the letters, and my stomach dropped.

  “Shit.”

  “I thought the same thing,” Aurora said as she came to my side. “It looks like we left Falmount just in time.”

  “This is six attacks in one evening,” I said, “and half of them had possessed elves present.”

  “Less mages than there could have been,” the half-elf pointed out, “but the beasts General Kin described are concerning. I’ve never heard of anything with scaly skin and clawed feet that walks on two legs.”

  “Except for dinosaurs,” I said.

  “What’s that?” Kurna asked.

  “It’s just a type of creature from a long time ago,” I muttered. “It sounds like the 1911s are holding out, though, whatever these creatures were. Only a collective death toll of … fifty-three citizens across all the attacks.”

  “No Defenders,” Aurora added, and she sent me a proud grin. “We’ve got this, Mason. Let’s get north and make sure the last two posts are prepared as soon as possible.”

  “Have we loaded up the last of Dragir’s shipments?” I asked.

  “Everything’s on board,” Kurna replied. “Bagneera’s got an extra Ignis Mage in the engine room with her for this leg of the trip, so the two of them should be able to make up for the lost time.”

  I nodded in agreement before my women and the Defenders boarded the train, and then I turned to Nulena while the Baroness slid her arms around my waist.

  “You need to be in Garioch before nightfall,” the ebony woman told me. “I’ll arrange everything so Baron Ralish can be dealt with tonight, but your alibi relies on you remaining in the north all evening.”

  “Thank you for taking care of this,” I said.

  “It’s my pleasure,” Nulena assured me, and I could tell by the deadly cast of her coal-black eye that this wasn’t just a pleasantry. “I’ll contact you once my affairs are in order to be sure you’ve made it there in time.”

  “Alright, but before I go, what is the deal with your house?” I asked at once.

  “It’s your own fault,” Nulena chuckled. “You left before I could alter the enchantments, but perhaps this will teach you to reassess your priorities. If you cared less about others, your life would be less taxing.”

  “And more people would be dead or enslaved right now,” I added.

  “While you bask in erotic delight,” Nulena purred.

  I shook my head. “You’re lucky I’m crazy about you.”

  “I am,” the Baroness agreed, and her expression softened as her ghostly-white eye searched mine.

  It never ceased to amaze me how quickly the woman let her guard down with me lately, and it only made me love her more every time her two-toned eyes betrayed her softer side. Bagneera had the train started up already, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go of Nulena with that look on her face, and when she told me she loved me, her voice wavered in a way that honestly just melted my heart.

  So, I kissed her until she was trembling in my hold, but when I heard my women hollering my name, I realized the train was already moving.

  Nulena kept me with her, though, and while I tried to get free, she chuckled and bit at my tongue instead as my women’s voices drifted farther down the tracks.

  “Nulena,” I mumbled, “I do need to go.”

  “Fine,” the Baroness laughed as she released my lips.

  Then the woman sent me a sly grin, and she shoved me back so quickly, I couldn’t catch my balance.

  I gasped as I tumbled into a weightless void, and I couldn’t see anything
while I kept falling. All I registered was a strange sensation around me that felt like a cool, damp fog, and each breath I drew was laced with the exotic scent of the Baroness. This only lasted for a flash of time, though, before I crashed onto the floor of my sleeping quarters, and my women shrieked.

  “That was amazing!” Aurora exclaimed as she came running over. “Mason, you vanished into shadows! I saw it! How are you here?”

  “I have no idea,” I chuckled.

  I instinctively patted my body to make sure none of me got left behind on the platform, and Deya leaned out the window to look back at the Baroness.

  “She’s gone,” the elf announced with a gaping smile. “Of course, she’s gone. Gods, I love her. We have to come to Rajeen all the time now, please? This is my favorite place in Illaria!”

  “As long as Mason won’t get lost again,” Cayla teased. “We waited for nearly a half hour.”

  “Where did you end up?” Shoshanne asked. “Was it as magical as the cathedral?”

  “No,” I snorted, and I joined her at the table while my other women gathered around as well.

  Then I explained my chaotic escape from Rajeen Castle while I worked on the AR-15 some more, and my women spent at least ten minutes trying to guess what the ink-black liquid could have been. Cayla was convinced I’d accidentally found Nulena’s kill room and that the decanter was filled with poison, but Aurora based her hypothesis on the fact the room was red when the Baroness specifically said black calmed her.

  “Rage room,” the half-elf decided. “She probably gets roaring drunk off magical liquor and plots the destruction of her victims in there.”

  I chuckled as I mounted the pistol grip, but then I went back to studying my initial designs while I tried to decide what to do about the gas block and tube.

  “What if it’s a torture chamber?” Shoshanne mused. “I’ve read about tonics that make you thirstier the more you drink them. Nulena could lock her victims in the red room, and as they drink more quickly, their desperation only grows until there’s none left, and they’re driven mad.”

  Deya shrugged. “That sounds right. I’ll go with that one.”