Metal Mage 14

by Eric Vall

Then I devoured my victory burger while I listened to Cayla list every guess she had as to why Nulena was fighting against her “better judgement,” and when I slid the empty tray aside, Deya had started accusing the Baroness of secretly wanting my women to make me get her pregnant.

  “Blink twice if you want us to tie you down and get it done!” the elf demanded.

  “Yikes,” I muttered as Stan face-palmed himself. “Let’s finish these rockets up, and if my women aren’t done hounding her by then, we’ll start on a new project. What do you say?”

  Stan nodded enthusiastically, but then he grabbed his little flags off the table again and waved them a bit more.

  “Thanks, buddy,” I said with a grin. “I knew it’d happen eventually, but I’m not gonna lie, my blood pressure is jacked. This is… four babies. Four! I’m gonna be the father of four murdery, magical, and probably super unruly children.”

  Stan nodded a little less enthusiastically as he lowered his flags, and my grin dropped.

  “Shit,” I muttered. “That’s a lot of unruly babies. What if both Deya and Aurora’s babies come out like fledglings? They’re both elven after all, but these babies could end up as mages, too, and that’s a lot of power for a tiny wildling. Plus, they’ll have heightened senses. What if they hunt my residents? What if they hunt my residents, lock them up, and torture them for weeks on end before I ever find out about it. That’s something their mothers would probably do. Hell, their mothers could be doing that themselves within a week! What if--”

  A small metal hand patted mine, and when I looked down, Stan shook his head and pointed to the rocket shells in front of me.

  “You’re right,” I realized. “That’s not a hole to get dragged down into right now, we’ve got a war to win. A war that my definitely pregnant women will be participating in. So… my unborn children will have stray bullets and jets of magical red flames flying at them any day now.”

  Stan and I looked at each other for a long moment, and then my hand shot out to snatch a fresh piece of parchment.

  “Body cages,” I decided. “Portable body cages are exactly what we need. Something slightly malleable, but somehow impenetrable that allows for a full range of movement, and I could--”

  This time, Stan snatched my pen away and threw it into the fountain, and he launched into a charade that ultimately made a lot of sense.

  “True,” I admitted. “That is the point of armor. Am I overthinking this?”

  Stan nodded, and I reluctantly crumpled up my body cage invention before I shoved it into my pocket so my women wouldn’t find out.

  “I’m good,” I assured him. “Rockets.”

  Upstairs, Shoshanne was informing Nulena she wasn’t against sedating her just enough to make her listen to what she had to say, and as the Baroness let out an exhausted groan, I kind of felt for her.

  However, Nulena had said, ‘so what,’ so while I stayed rooted to my stool and formed the last few hundred rocket shells, I tried to decide how many different meanings a phrase like that could have. At some point, though, my mind drifted off, and all I could think about were the supple curves and pleading eyes of my women while their bellies rounded out and their breasts swelled in my palms.

  My veins burned as I imagined them all rolling their hips beneath mine, and while each of my beautiful women began looking at me like Deya did, my heart pounded heavy with the same strange greed I’d been experiencing lately. The longer I worked, the more carnal my imagination got, and I barely noticed when I finished the last rocket shells. I was so wound up, I didn’t skip a beat before I barreled on to my next project, and my hands clenched around my knees while I watched another AR-15 form on the table in front of me.

  I also had Aurora obeying all kinds of erotic orders in my head, though, so I messed up as many parts as I got right. I didn’t know how many times I started over while I formed one rifle after another, but eventually, I had six AR-15s completed for my own generals as well as the two dwarven generals in Falmount.

  I also made one for Taru, though, because any ogre sister of mine was gonna be armed to the teeth.

  Then I began packing the rocket shells into crates while I tried to rein in my filthy musings by any degree, and I managed to stop coming up with new demands for Cayla around the time I finished the last crate.

  My women were currently arguing with each other about who let go of Nulena first, though, and when I heard them coming down the stairs, I guessed the Baroness had finally made a break for it.

  I was wrapping the AR-15s up to ship to Dragir for runing when my naked women reappeared, and they rushed into my arms with claw marks and bruises marring their skin from their grappling match.

  “Finally,” I groaned against Aurora’s lips. “You can’t tell a man you’re having his kid, and then take off to beat his other woman into getting pregnant.”

  “We’re sorry,” Shoshanne chuckled.

  “No, you’re not,” I snorted. “You all look pretty pleased with yourselves.”

  “And why shouldn’t we be?” Cayla tossed back. “It needed to be done, Mason, and we’ve made some excellent progress today. Nulena will be begging for your baby by the time we’re finished with her. I’m sure of it.”

  “She’s so close to breaking,” Aurora agreed. “Did you see the way she blushed when you started talking about how Mason and Deya are in bed lately?”

  “I thought she was about to melt into a puddle,” Deya giggled.

  “My favorite part was when you pinned her down and showed her how you moan for Mason,” Shoshanne laughed as she nudged the elf. “Nulena nearly ripped her hair out.”

  “You ladies are evil,” I informed them.

  “It’s not evil if it’s for the greater good,” Aurora countered. “Even Nemris knows you’re the most amazing man in the universe, and as someone who is lucky enough to carry your baby, I feel it’s my duty to make sure as many mini Masons as possible are running around this mansion. Your babies will grow to be powerful, magical, and righteous rulers, and when Nulena gets over her nonsense, some of those rulers will be the most infamous murderers of all time.”

  “With one silver eye, and one all black eye,” Cayla added.

  “And they’ll design guns capable of cloaking the world in eternal darkness,” Deya mused.

  “Or we could have nice kids who like sunshine,” I tried. “Kids with good morals and superior taste in music--”

  “Gods, I can’t wait to have every kind of baby with you,” Shoshanne moaned. “I completely understand what you were saying now, Deya. I just want to get pregnant again already.”

  My women collectively sighed in approval, and the way they all clutched at their bellies as they snuggled against me made my lungs deflate for the second time today.

  “Maybe we should get you stitched up before anything else,” I realized as I eyed Shoshanne’s split cheek, but she shrugged the idea off.

  “I feel fantastic,” the healer assured me.

  “Me, too!” Deya squealed. “All of my favorite women are carrying the babies of my most favorite man! Plus, Nulena’s obstinance is crumbling into ashes, and soon, we’ll get to slaughter more of Mason’s enemies together!”

  “This is the best day of my life,” Aurora sighed.

  “We should wash Mason!” Shoshanne decided.

  “Yes!” Cayla immediately agreed, and four pairs of hands tore my vest open at once.

  My pants were yanked down to my ankles before I even approved the idea, and my instant erection only seemed to make my women more eager to get me all lathered up. I stumbled as they shoved me into the fountain and hopped in behind me, and within seconds, I was surrounded by four sultry women either soaping me up or rubbing suds on each other’s flawless bodies.

  “So, did you finish your work?” Aurora asked while she began massaging my shoulders.

  “Uh… ” I stammered. “Yeah. We really don’t have to talk about my work right now.”

  “But we’ve never gotten to disc
uss our battle plans while we bathe you before,” Deya pouted. “It combines pleasure with dominion over others, which is precisely what I’ve been craving lately.”

  “And since we’re pregnant, I think it’s only fair you let us have what we want,” Cayla added.

  “Because we’re pregnant!” Shoshanne giggled, and I couldn’t help chuckling at the adorable blush she had on her cheeks.

  Then the healer grabbed my hands so I could lather her breasts for her, and I swallowed hard as she draped her thighs around me with her clit resting against my shaft.

  “Y-yeah,” I managed. “That’s fair. Uh, work’s good. I finished the rockets, and I built some new rifles. Dragir can rune them while he works on the rockets, so… ”

  I trailed off as Shoshanne began massaging my dick, and Deya giggled while she came over to tuck her sudsy body against mine, too.

  “So, we will have more AR-15s for the siege?” the elf led.

  “Uh-huh,” I croaked. “Cayla, if you could do a demonstration, that’d be… that’d be good.”

  The sight of Cayla trailing her porcelain hands up her inner thighs derailed my focus, but when she saw me staring, she smirked and slipped her fingers inside herself so I could watch.

  “Who are the rifles for?” the princess purred.

  “H-Haragh, Kurna, and Urn will have one each,” I managed. “Dorinick and General Kralok, too, and I made a rifle for Taru because duh. She should have one. The rifles I had runed for you all arrived with the prototypes this morning if you want to try them out.”

  “You’re the sweetest man,” Shoshanne murmured as her grip tightened a little more. “Will you cum in my mouth?”

  Whatever I said was supposed to be a yes, and the caramel beauty left a soft kiss on my lips before she sank beneath the water. I did my best to answer my women’s other questions while Shoshanne took my cock deep into her mouth, but with their lathered hands trailing all over me and through my hair, and Cayla pleasuring herself for my enjoyment, it was nearly impossible.

  Then I noticed the cast of the princess’ blue eyes while she watched me, and the servile look I found there was unmistakable. Suddenly, the stoic beauty appeared as obliging as my beautiful elf, and when I beckoned her over, she immediately obeyed so I could handle her myself.

  Still, my women continued asking me about our new explosives, and how old our kids had to be before I taught them to launch the rockets, and I barely formed words as I locked my hand on Shoshanne’s neck to force myself into her throat.

  When I finally let myself release, the princess had to brace herself on the fountain’s edge while her orgasm made her quake uncontrollably in my grip, and a torrent of my seed shot into the heated sheath of the healer’s throat. I collapsed back against Aurora as Cayla’s moans filled my mind and prolonged my climax, but Deya kept Shoshanne firmly in place for me to make sure she swallowed every last drop.

  Knowing I’d found a way of forcing Shoshanne to use her magic made it that much more satisfying to keep her suckling at my dick as long as I wanted, but eventually, I let the elf release her, and my caramel beauty remerged panting between her giggles.

  “Gods, even that’s sexier when I’m pregnant,” Shoshanne gasped.

  “Agreed,” I chuckled in a daze, but Deya and Cayla were already laying kisses all over my shoulders, and I relaxed into the calming waters while I motioned for Shoshanne to join us.

  Sheer bliss washed over me once I had all four of my pregnant lovers nestled around me, and while Aurora washed my hair with slow, methodic strokes, Deya couldn’t seem to keep herself from biting at my neck. Her creamy breasts heaved against my ribs while Shoshanne trailed her fingers across my thighs, and every time any of my women looked up at me, they immediately blushed like virgins.

  Then they’d try to snuggle in even closer, and it was like carrying my babies magnetized them to me. My women let my hands linger anywhere on their bodies as they leaned into my touch, and listening to the way their heartbeats jumped when I showed them the slightest attention made it hard to stay focused on just one of them at a time.

  My women were so eager to please me, though, that they patiently enjoyed any inch of me they could while I worked my way around each of their supple curves, and whenever I decided to shift my focus, I’d hear their trembling sighs just before they began kissing me all over again.

  I kept mumbling responses to their questions between flicking my tongue across their nipples or kneading the meat of their asses, but when I broke the news to my women that I’d given up on replicating Stan’s rune, Cayla shrugged and said Stan would just have to work alone.

  I immediately sat up. “Hell no, he’s only a little metal man.”

  “But he’s our little metal man,” Aurora reminded me. “He’s very brave, and he’s been preparing all week. Just look at how ready he is.”

  We all looked over to see Stan hopping around on the table, and he flexed his arms and did a few cartwheels to prove his worth.

  “Stan, I know you’ve been prepping,” I allowed, “but even I don’t go solo these days. I’ve always got a dragon or my women with me, and we’re talking about the headquarters of the Master. Who knows what you’ll find in there? His minions could catch onto your presence and capture you, or you could fall into a cavernous pit and not be able to get out. If we lose you in that fortress, not only will the troops be in greater danger, but I’d have no way to rescue you.”

  “Mason, without a troop with him, it’ll be less likely he’ll be found out in there,” Cayla assured me. “He’s so small and feisty, and I have complete faith in Stan.”

  “Me, too,” Shoshanne agreed.

  I ground my jaw while Stan jogged a few laps, but even the soapy women tangled around me couldn’t distract me from the dread that had settled deep in my gut.

  Stan was my right-hand man. He’d been with me from nearly the beginning, and he was so much more than just a little metal man. Stan was the little metal man, and there would never be another like him in any realm. Nothing was worth a risk of this magnitude, not even the fate of this world, and as my mind turned a mile a minute, I realized what I had to do for my miniature buddy.

  “He’s not going alone,” I decided. “I won’t risk Stan for anything. If I can’t build him his own troops, then I have no choice. I’m going with him.”

  The whole mansion seemed to hold its breath as my women abruptly stopped massaging me, and when I risked a glance to my left, Deya’s violet eyes flashed with fury.

  “What did you just say?” the elf clarified, and her voice was ominously low.

  Then I cringed as I sensed all the mommy demons in the room awakening at once.

  Chapter 5

  “Here me out, I just had a breakthrough!” I tried as I swiftly dove to the other side of the fountain, and when I turned around, my women were a cluster of frothing tits and murderous glares.

  “No,” Aurora refused.

  “Remember when Aloshi caught me?” I barreled on, but Shoshanne’s cheeks flared as she rose to her knees and planted her hands on her sudsy hips.

  “How dare you say that bitch’s name on the same day I find out I’m pregnant,” the healer hissed.

  “Pin him down,” Cayla ordered as she shot to her feet. “I’m going to fuck the sense back into him.”

  “Gladly,” Aurora agreed.

  “Nobody move!” I commanded, and my tone subdued the women enough to keep them where they were. “Aloshi tried to drag me off, and she wouldn’t have done that if she had some way of taking me through the portal with her. At the time, I assumed she would end up branding me, but--”

  “You realize you’re digging your own grave right now, yes?” Aurora growled.

  “But,” I stubbornly continued, “when she thought I was unconscious, I scanned her for weapons, and she didn’t have a branding iron on her. Aloshi and I were the only ones in the woods outside Tellish, which means it might be possible for one runed being to bring another with them through the p
ortal. That would explain how the Master’s transported creatures from the smoke lands without being detecte--”

  “I’m going to stop you there,” Deya cut in. “Mason Flynt, do you see this adorable little belly I am sporting?”

  I crinkled my brow and looked down at the cutest baby bump I’d ever seen. “Yeah, I see it.”

  “This little bump is carrying your perfect child,” Deya reminded me, “and no father as magnificent as you will ever be permitted to enter the fortress of a madman. Am I making myself clear?”

  “We don’t know he’s mad,” I pointed out. “He could be a--”

  “I can’t believe you think this is appropriate to spring on us,” Aurora huffed.

  “You promised we would fight together for the siege,” Shoshanne said as her eyes welled with tears, and I felt my ribs crack open at the sight. “We’re relying on you to love and protect our illustrious family for the next thousand years, and if you go into that fortress, you’ll be captured, tortured, twisted into knots, runed, and forced to do the bidding of your arch nemesis.”

  “The next thousand years?” I asked in utter confusion.

  “And we’ll be so lonely without you,” Deya whimpered. “So sad, and hopeless, and never happy for all of our days.”

  “And livid,” Cayla curtly added.

  “Which is why I forbid you to do anything unless I approve it,” Aurora concluded, and I cocked an eyebrow.

  “Okay, first of all, no,” I replied. “Secondly, if you shuffle your rage and your fears aside, I think you’ll see this is a logical plan. Stan gets me into the fortress, the two of us haul ass to destroy the Master’s defenses, Shoshanne breaks through the walls with her cyclone, and five minutes later, we’re all reunited and slaughtering our enemies like one big, happy family.”

  My pregnant lovers erupted into rebuttals the moment I stopped speaking, and I would have been able to stand my ground better if they didn’t keep clutching their bellies while they told me how much I mattered to them. Their dripping wet tits didn’t help, either, but none of this was as crippling as the frantic tears that began streaming down their cheeks.