Metal Mage 14

by Eric Vall

  “Gods, the way you pounded into Shoshanne when she said it… ” Nulena moaned. “I orgasmed three times just watching. I thought for sure she was too tight to last, but she kept saying ‘yes, master,’ every time you asked if she needed more.”

  “I did need more,” Shoshanne giggled. “He had that look on his face, how could I not? I felt like a little sex kitten, and Mason was my owner.”

  “Me, too,” Aurora murmured, and when I peeked over at her, she sent me a wink. “You’ve never told me I was a good girl before, but I’ll let you shove your dick as far down my throat as you want if it means you’ll say it again.”

  “Fucking hell,” I groaned and buried my head into the pillow. “I don’t want to know what I said. Let’s just move on.”

  “You’re right, what you did was even better,” Nulena chuckled, and Cayla moaned with approval.

  “You mean the part where he chained us all to the wall and took his time fucking each of us until--”

  “No, the part where he made Nulena go down on Deya and he spanked and fucked her until she climaxed,” Aurora cut in. “They were quivering with pleasure by the time he finished with them.”

  “That was my favorite part,” the Baroness purred, and I furrowed my brow while I tried to recall any of these situations.

  The thing was, I’d imagined doing all of this over the last week of waiting to find out if my women were pregnant, but part of me knew I’d never get up the courage to actually go there. Apparently, Rosh Mason had no problem stepping up to the plate, though, so I was kind of impressed with my blackout self while I listened to the women rave about it all as they trailed their fingers over my back.

  “My favorite part was when he tied my arms up so I couldn’t do anything but watch him take Aurora exactly how I like it,” Cayla whimpered.

  “I’ve never been so satisfied to be choked and relentlessly fucked in my life,” Aurora teased. “Knowing you were craving what Mason gave me instead only made it better.”

  “She was shameless after that,” Shoshanne snorted. “Such a depraved and desperate little princess, and promising Mason anything he wanted if he’d just let her orgasm again.”

  “I regret nothing,” Cayla admitted. “My clit fucking burned for even one touch. I could hardly breathe, I needed it so badly.”

  “He had you chained to the bed for the next thirty minutes before he finally let you climax, though,” Aurora chuckled. “You shredded his back to pieces trying to hold out.”

  “Don’t worry, Mason liked it,” Deya assured the women. “I could tell by the way his breaths got more ragged, but I did worry when he started bleeding because you only scratched harder after you noticed.”

  “You try restraining yourself when he’s cumming in you over and over again!” the princess scoffed. “He kept taunting me every time he’d start throbbing deep inside me, and you know the way his seed heats you to your very core is impossible to resist! Still, he wouldn’t let me release, he just kept going as long as he wanted, and I was in so much agony, I had no choice but to take it out on him in any way I could.”

  “Agony?” Shoshanne snorted. “He asked if you liked it, and you definitely said yes.”

  “Screamed yes is more like it,” Deya muttered.

  “Waaailed yes,” Aurora laughed. “The whole town heard that one.”

  “Well, yeah, it was the best kind of agony,” Cayla chuckled.

  “I loved that part,” Nulena sighed. “Mason, you should do that to me tonight. Take me however you want and refuse to let me climax when you do, but don’t stop after just once. Cum in me at least three times until I’m dripping with your seed, and even then, don’t let me have what I want. I want to lose my mind and scream as loud as Cayla did when you finally let her release.”

  “Noted,” I mumbled against the pillow. “I didn’t spend the whole night torturing you guys, though, right?”

  “No, that was only the first few hours,” Shoshanne sighed. “Then we were a little… ”

  I braced myself on my elbows as I eyed them uneasily. “Mad?”

  “What?” Aurora laughed. “No, I think the correct word would be… um… hmm… ”

  “Worshiping?” Deya suggested.

  “Definitely,” Shoshanne chuckled.

  “Or insatiable, but in an obsessive way,” Cayla mused.

  “Sexually voracious,” Nulena murmured.

  “Whatever it was, we couldn’t stop,” Shoshanne told me. “It was impossible after seeing how much you liked ordering us around. I never would have imagined you wanted half those things from us, but the way you just said exactly what we should do and never held back… I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.”

  “Gods, I just needed to have you after that,” Aurora groaned as she flopped back across the bed and clutched the roots of her hair. “I could have devoured you, but all five of us were begging for your attention, so the whole night turned into this ‘tantric-style?’--I think is what you called it--orgy while we passed you around and refused to let you go.”

  “You were so sweet about it, though,” Deya giggled. “You laid there and let us make you touch us everywhere, and even if both your hands were busy, you still made sure we could grind on you or kiss you.

  “Or make you kiss us anywhere we wanted,” Aurora purred.

  Shoshanne nodded. “You let me ride your dick really slow and deep even though you were already sucking on Aurora’s clit and fingering Nulena at the same time, and when I asked you to cum in me, you did it at exactly the right time so my orgasm just kept coming in waves.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Nulena’s voice quiver quite like that,” Deya teased, and the Baroness blushed like a pearl when I turned her way. “She climaxed at the same time as Shoshanne and told you she’d never known a man as gifted as you, and when you rolled her over and took her from behind, she mewled like a cat, called you master, and said she’d do anything you ever asked of her.”

  I grinned at Nulena “Did you really?”

  “Maybe,” she muttered. “I couldn’t help it! You held me like you hold Deya… like I was some unruly beast you dominated, and every slow thrust was my reward for submitting, and your voice was so commanding, but your eyes burned straight through me like I was all you needed in this world… ”

  Nulena shuddered as her hips instinctively writhed, and when I dragged her over to me, she whimpered from my touch.

  “You like being rewarded?” I growled against her ear.

  The ebony woman shivered from head to toe, and she nodded so fast, Cayla burst out laughing.

  “Hey, I like it, too!” Deya cut in, and she climbed over the princess to straddle me. “Will you tell me I’m a good girl tonight, like you told Aurora?”

  “If you are a good girl tonight,” I tossed back.

  Then the elf gasped as her hands flew to her cheeks, and she tumbled off me in a fit of giggles while she turned pink all over.

  “See?” Aurora laughed. “It’s impossible not to get wet when he says it like that! Just wait until his seed’s fucking gushing down your throat at the same time. It’ll make every muscle in your body twitch with arousal, and I promise you, it won’t matter how much you love killing other people, you’ll want to be Mason’s good girl every night.”

  My women collectively squirmed against me as I chuckled over their instant blushes, and since they clearly didn’t mind doing anything I commanded, I decided to take my time giving my pregnant lovers all the attention they wanted for the morning. The five of them sighed and raved some more about the night’s escapades, and I focused on trailing my lips along their slender necks and inner thighs as Deya kept slipping bits of their breakfast into my mouth for me.

  I didn’t even let myself worry about the Master or the upcoming siege while I worked my way across every curve, and I indulged in the break from our hectic lives until all five of them were kitteny and doe-eyed. Even Nulena kept letting out flirty giggles whenever I pulled her into my arms
, and the bliss of seeing my pregnant lovers so contented and carefree made it hard to want to leave our bed ever again.

  Still, I knew if I wanted moments like this with them to become the norm, then I had some epic ass kicking to pull off, so I reluctantly untangled myself from their silky limbs while the five women sighed with disapproval.

  “You can stay up here all day if you like,” I told the pouting women. “I can handle everything else, and I’ve probably got a hell of a mess to clean up in town anyways.”

  “No, it’s not as fun lounging around if you’re working while we do it,” Aurora sighed.

  “Yes, it feels quite wrong, and I get jealous that I don’t get to plot the deaths of our enemies, too,” Deya agreed.

  “Well, I have very important things to do today,” Shoshanne announced, and I smirked as I helped the healer up off the bed. “My super baby and I have a bitch to mutilate, and I am determined to get my powers in hand by tomorrow.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “I’m glad to hear it, but don’t be frustrated if it takes more time than that. Raynor made it sound like mages in the same position as you can spend the whole of their pregnancies struggling to find a balance between their powers and their baby’s powers.”

  “Mason, this is Shoshanne we’re talking about,” Cayla pointed out. “She’s powerful, headstrong, bright, and caring to a fault. I give it less than a week, especially if Barnik’s going to help her.”

  “Yes, don’t worry,” the healer purred as she stroked my cheek. “Your Lux baby is in the right hands. Can I borrow the Mustang?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I chuckled.

  Once my women were all dressed and ready to head off to the training fields or the Oculus, I kissed Nulena goodbye before she vanished in a wash of shadows, and I spent half an hour finishing Stan’s arsenal of runed magazines. Alfred brought me a steaming mug of kill juice to get my day going, too, but when he handed me a crumpled piece of parchment I couldn’t even read, I furrowed my brow.

  “What’s this?”

  “The Flyntian Order you entrusted to my care last night,” the butler replied.

  “The… what?” I clarified.

  “The Flyntian Order,” Alfred repeated. “The proclamation put into effect by Grot which decrees the ogre nation will no longer operate under the current code of ruler instatement. It’s written in their native language, but according to you, the second paragraph from the bottom states you will lead Jagruel in the case of Grot’s demise. The final paragraph appoints Haragh to be your second in command and successor should you require or choose to relinquish your control of Jagruel.”

  “My what?” I blurted out. “This is a joke, right? The ogres don’t have successors, they choose rulers based on brawn, and the size of their pride, and… oh. Oh, shit.”

  “Yes, sir,” Alfred said with a hint of a grin. “You and Grot sat at this very worktable for an hour drawing up the agreement. According to him, there will never be another male so fit to rule Jagruel as yourself. As you can see by your signature there at the bottom, you agreed with his logic.”

  “Oh, shit,” I chuckled while I stared at my scrawling signature. “This is… this is a legitimate document. I’m gonna rule Jagruel. What else happened last night?”

  The butler raised his eyebrows pointedly in response. “I only witnessed this particular development, sir. However, the mages from the infirmary have sent for you. They require your assistance in identifying the bloodier of their patients.”

  “Godsdamnit,” I sighed as I stood up and turned toward the door. “Stan, why don’t you have Solana work on her maneuvers and stealth until I get back? Then I’ll get your magazines mounted to her frame, but no rifle unless I’m here to oversee your training.”

  The little metal man saluted from the worktable, but when he immediately grabbed his rifle off his scrap pile, I paused in the doorway and cocked an eyebrow. Stan held his hand up, though, as he strapped the tiny AR-15 across his chest, and he made a big show of holding his arms far out in front of him so even his wrists didn’t bump into the barrel.

  “Thank you,” I muttered.

  Then I headed outside and to the infirmary, and I backtracked as I caught a glimpse of maroon in my peripheral vision. That’s when I realized my Boms were decked out in elegant shawls and scarves, but it was mostly the fact they were all a few magazines short that kept me standing there for so long. Try as I might, I couldn’t recall ordering my metal army to do anything last night, though, and I continued on my way while a nervous feeling settled deep in my gut.

  When I walked into the infirmary, though, my attention derailed because I found every single table in the place occupied by an unconscious body.

  “Defender Flynt,” Mage Hellia said as she looked up from a table. “Thank you for taking the time to stop by. We’ve had a hard time identifying some of your allies.”

  “Was there a battle?” I checked.

  “No, sir,” the mage assured me, and she finished tying off the sutures she’d been stitching in a dwarf’s jaw. Then the reserved woman cleaned her hands off, patted the wisps of her feathery bun down, and joined me in the entrance. “I’m unclear as to what happened precisely. Very few of our patients were able to speak coherently when they arrived. The ogres upstairs mentioned a misunderstanding with the elves, but the elves only said the word, ‘justified’ several times. That’s all they said all night, actually. They were quite inebriated. Eventually, they fell unconscious.”

  I nodded in confusion. “What about the dwarves?”

  Mage Hellia blushed lightly as a few of the healers tried not to giggle, and the older woman folded her hands together as she cleared her throat.

  “We sedated them,” Mage Hellia admitted. “The dwarves were rather… handsy despite their wounds.”

  I coughed hard to cover my immediate laugh, and the healer pursed her lips while she waited for me to sober up.

  “Mage Hellia, I apologize for any inappropriate behavior last night, and I take full responsibility for anything my guests did to make you uncomfortable,” I assured the woman.

  “That’s quite alright, Defender Flynt,” Mage Hellia replied. “It’s nothing I’m incapable of handling, although I would expect your dwarven allies to be unconscious for the remainder of the day.”

  “That’s fair,” I agreed. “Whatever you have to do.”

  “Yes, well,” the mage muttered. “If you would be so kind as to identify those you can, then I will alert their generals.”

  “Absolutely,” I said at once. “Let's start with the elves, I guess.”

  I spent the next hour trying to decide who was who beneath their bloody, swollen faces, and I did a pretty good job with the dwarves and elves. I laughed for a minute straight, though, when I saw Dorinick was not only sedated, but chained down as well.

  The ogres upstairs were trickier to discern, so I sent for Haragh to come and assist in the work, and once he arrived, we got the last twenty ogres identified for the healers. The two of us were still chuckling over the sight of Keeka’s scalded hands when we left the infirmary, and the half-ogre filled me in on the incident between her and Kurna last night.

  “He told her about ten times he wasn’t Grot,” Haragh snickered. “Then he lit the whole place on fire just to get away.”

  “Poor guy,” I snorted while we crossed my bridge. “Did he crawl into a hole for the rest of the night?”

  “Actually, no,” the half-ogre replied. “He was so scarred after all her purrin’ and pawin’, he ended up crying to that spice lady over it, and last I saw, she was bringin’ him back to her place.”

  “Daaaamn,” I chuckled. “Then he technically won.”

  “Finally,” Haragh snorted.

  “Hey, speaking of the ogres,” I led while we headed down the lane, and the two of us stepped over the passed-out bodies littering the dirt. “Did you know Grot made me his successor last night?”

  “Of course,” the half-ogre said with a grin. “My da cried at th
e ceremony.”

  “Your dad?” I asked. “I didn’t even know he was here.”

  “Uhh, he stood in for your own dad for the ceremony,” Haragh informed me. “Ye’ said you considered him family anyways, and he gave ye’ my grandfather’s femur. Remember? You’re plating it in gold and using it as your scepter when it comes time for you to lead Jagruel.”

  I slowed to a stop while I willed my mind to remember any of this, but when I just blinked at Haragh, the half-ogre’s grin fell flat.

  “Don’t tell me ye’ still don’t know who my da is,” Haragh sighed.

  “I’m sorry,” I groaned. “I really need to meet him when I’m sober sometime. He sounds like an awesome ogre.”

  “He fuckin’ loves you, man!” the half-ogre informed me. “You’re like a son to him! You leapt into his arms the second ye’ saw him!”

  “I believe you!” I hastily replied. “I just… don’t know what he looks like? What’s his name?”

  Haragh shook his head as we crossed under the barbican, but then the two of us dropped into a twenty-foot pit filled with dwarves. The drunken soldiers just grunted and kept on snoring when we crashed down onto them, though, and once we climbed our way out, we carefully raised the base of the pit so the dwarves were piled at ground level instead.

  Unfortunately, the town was a disaster, and it looked like no one was conscious except for a scant few. The mages arriving from Serin for their training sessions just tiptoed through the mess and sent me salutes in passing, and the cheery birdsong taking place in the treetops made the sight of hundreds of half-naked bodies that much more ridiculous.

  There were elves sleeping in the fountain of wine, and mages snuggled up with ogres, and every table and bench in the square had someone strewn across it. Even the pub steps were piled with Defenders whose pints had spilled across their laps, but the rest of the market wasn’t even a market anymore.

  It looked more like a new age art show with the buildings reformed into spiraling structures that seemed to defy the laws of physics, so Haragh and I decided to start the repairs here.