Metal Mage 2

by Eric Vall

  Aurora laughed behind me, and then I felt as she wound her arms around my torso and began to pull at my shirt.

  “Let me help you with that,” she whispered as she licked at the outside shell of my ear.

  I groaned unintelligibly and tried to concentrate on getting my pants down over my suddenly raging erection.

  When my clothes finally slithered to the floor, Aurora pressed herself against my spine, and I realized that she was naked as well.

  “When did you do that?” I rasped as she pressed her bare breasts against my back.

  “While you were distracted,” she teased before she withdrew herself from around me and walked around to join Cayla.

  Aurora’s skin was just as pale as Cayla’s, but lithe and corded muscles coiled along her thighs, arms, and abs. Her breasts were full and perky, though, and her nipples also stood at attention as she smirked at me. The half-elf looked like she was carved from marble, while the princess beside her looked like she was made of the finest porcelain.

  Gods, how did I get so lucky?

  “The two of you are so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to help myself.

  The pair of women smiled in unison, and then Cayla reached out and took my hand.

  “As much as I love your sweet words,” the princess said as she began to tug me backward into the shadows and toward a chaise lounge I hadn’t seen before, “I believe I’d much rather prefer to see your actions.”

  “I agree,” Aurora said, and then she reached out to tug at my hard cock, and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.

  “Well, I aim to please,” I grunted, and then I turned and scooped Aurora up into my arms before I stumbled forward into Cayla and then took us all down onto the long cushioned chair.

  Aurora had shrieked in protest when I picked her up, but the second we hit the chair, I covered her mouth with my own and delved my tongue deep inside. When I pulled away, the half-elf gazed up at me in a daze, and I smirked before I turned to Cayla.

  The princess reclined against the back of the chaise lounge, her legs spread wide on either side, and her fingers were curled in the hair between her thighs.

  “Are you going to claim your prize, Mason?” she purred, and her blue eyes shone brightly in the torch that Aurora lit behind me and stuck beside the chair.

  “Oh yes,” I replied as I crawled toward the insanely sexy princess. “Again and again and again.”

  Cayla grinned, but before she could respond, I dove forward and buried my face in her slick folds. My tongue lapped at her entrance, and I collected every drop of her arousal as she threw back her head and moaned above me.

  “Gods, Mason,” she gasped, and then her hands clenched tight in my hair as she pressed my face harder against her. “Yes, just like that.”

  Her pleasure was music to my ears, and I stiffened my tongue to slip it inside of her as I brought my hand up to rub soft circles against her clit.

  Cayla groaned, and her legs started to quiver, so I doubled my efforts. I sucked and licked and nipped at everything I could find, and her juices coated my lips and chin. As I knelt there and ate her out to my heart’s content, I had almost completely forgotten about Aurora until the half-elf slid underneath me and wrapped her hot mouth around my cock.

  I pulled away from Cayla with a gasp. “Fuck! Aurora, gods! Your mouth feels incredible.”

  The Ignis Mage hummed around me in acknowledgment, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as she sucked me deep into her throat.

  “Mason,” Cayla whimpered, and her hands pawed at my shoulders. “Please.”

  I turned back to the princess and found her completely debauched. Her hair was a ruffled black halo around her face, her eyes were wide and dilated above cheeks scarlet with arousal, and her lips parted wetly as she panted.

  My cock twitched in Aurora’s throat, and then I dove forward again, back into the princess’s wonderful pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth harshly, and then I slid two fingers deep inside of her. She was so wet from my saliva and her own juices that I glided in with zero friction, and I immediately began to thrust my fingers in a deep and punishing rhythm.

  Cayla cried out wordlessly above me, and her hands clenched against my skull as she began to shake. I slipped another finger into her spasming slit, crooked them just as I sucked even harder at her clit, and then I felt her come undone around me.

  “Mason!” she cried out as she slammed her legs closed around my head. Her voice echoed out across the treasury, and then a gush of fluid splashed against my chin as she came and came and came.

  Her orgasm was the last straw that broke the back of my patience, and before I knew what I was doing, I ripped my cock out of Aurora’s mouth and flipped Cayla over so that she was draped over the back of the chair.

  “I’ll deal with you in a minute,” I growled at Aurora, and the half-elf sat back against the edge of the chair with a smirk plastered across her red and swollen lips.

  “I can wait,” she purred as her hands began to roam over her body. Then she tugged at one of her nipples until she moaned, and her legs fell open. My eyes fell to her slick lower lips, nestled in a bed of blue curls, and my cock jumped at the prospect of fucking her very, very soon.

  But first…

  I turned back to Cayla and palmed at the pale cheeks of her ass. She balanced on her knees as her upper body draped over the back of the chair, and when she felt my touch, she wiggled her hips back toward me. I spanked her right cheek so hard I could see the imprint of my hand when I pulled away, and the princess only moaned louder. I watched as the evidence of her desire dripped down the back of her thighs.

  “Please, Mason,” Cayla begged as she glanced at me over her shoulder. “I need you.”

  “You have me,” I grunted as I wrapped my hands around her hips. Then I lined myself up with her warm entrance, and without a word of warning, shoved forward and buried myself deep inside of her.

  Cayla threw back her head with a shout, and I felt as her muscles clenched and fluttered around me. I gritted my teeth and began to thrust in and out, in and out. I varied the depth and force of my thrusts to keep Cayla on her toes, and the princess seemed to enjoy it if the loud cries and the way she slapped at the back of the chair were any indication.

  I looked down at where we were joined and watched as her lips parted for me as I moved in and clung to me as I pulled out. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long in this first round. So I scooted back a fraction and then yanked Cayla up against my chest as I really started to pound into her.

  “Oh gods, Mason, you’re so d-deep,” the princess cried out as she scrabbled for purchase, but I had pulled her too far away, and she couldn’t reach the back of the chair. She was completely and utterly at my mercy as I rammed harder and faster into her.

  “Do you like that?” I growled in her ear as I reached up and pinched one of her nipples.

  “Y-yes!” Cayla whimpered as she thrust her hips back to meet mine. “You feel so… so good.”

  “Then come for me,” I ordered, and I used my other hand to delve back into her curls as I searched for her clit. When I found it, I placed my thumb against the sensitive pearl and pressed down hard as my middle finger slipped back to join my cock inside of her clenching walls.

  “O-oh, oh, oh!” Cayla screamed, and then she jerked hard against me, and her inner walls clamped tight around me like a vice as she came again.

  “Cayla,” I grunted, and then I rammed my hips forward once, twice, before I found my own release and emptied myself inside of her.

  We collapsed forward against the back of the chaise, and my pulse echoed loudly in my ears as I panted for breath. When my vision cleared of dancing spots, I pulled away slightly and pressed a warm kiss to the back of Cayla’s neck.

  “I love you,” I whispered into her hair.

  “Mmm love you, too,” she murmured back drowsily, and I had to suppress a groan as she shifted her hips and my cock slid
out from inside of her, followed by a rush of warm fluid that dripped down her thighs.

  I was just about to collapse beside the princess when I felt another pair of slender hands dance up my spine, and my flagging erection twitched to life once again.

  “I think it’s my turn,” Aurora muttered in my ear, and I felt her hand skate around my hip until she found my half erect member. She gave it a few gentle pumps, and it began to grow and lengthen in her grip.

  “Well, I guess it’s only fair,” I chuckled, and then I turned around and yanked the half-elf toward me, and we tumbled back into hot, carnal bliss.

  Chapter 9

  The next morning, I went to the workshop to complete wiring Big Guy’s other arm while Aurora and Cayla started to make preparations for our trip to the mine. I didn’t know how long the work would take me once we got out there, so I told them to plan provisions for at least several weeks.

  The copper coins we had found in the treasury were just enough to complete Big Guy’s torso. It was a little after noon when I finished, and I took a step back from the workshop table and surveyed my machine with a proud smile.

  “Alright, Big Guy,” I said to the still legless machine that was propped up on the table, “moment of truth.”

  I took a deep breath, summoned up my magic, and exhaled sharply. As I did so, I willed the animatron to lift both his arms above his head. The familiar dip in my power washed over me, and then Big Guy jerked to life and raised his arms high into the sky.

  “Awesome,” I breathed as I cut the connection and grabbed the edge of the table for support. “Halfway there, bud.”

  After I finalized Big Guy’s torso, I took a lunch break with Aurora, Cayla, and Stan. The trio brought another modest meal from the kitchens, and we ate grapes, hard cheeses, and cuts of salted cured meat while perched on workshop stools.

  “Well, we’re off to finish preparing for our trip to the mines,” Cayla announced as she wiped crumbs from her lips and slid to her feet. “What will you do, Mason?”

  I popped one of the last grapes into my mouth and shrugged. “I was planning on giving Big Guy some more tests, and then I’ll probably work on some more design stuff that will be useful once we reach the mines and I have an ample supply of metal on my hands.”

  “I have a question,” Aurora asked as she looked from me to the animatron propped up on the table against the far wall.

  “Shoot,” I replied.

  “How does this… work?” she questioned as she waved between the machine and me. “I mean… do you just give the machine--”

  “Big Guy,” I corrected.

  Aurora cut a glance at me and frowned. “I am not calling him that.”

  “You’ll hurt his feelings,” I said with a fake pout.

  The half-elf rolled her eyes and turned back to the animatron.

  “Fine. Big Guy,” she relented, and the words were a little awkward in her mouth. “Do you give him a command and he follows it, or do you have to force him to do something?”

  “Both?” I scratched my head. “I’m not really sure. I’ve been giving him commands and then kind of… willing him to do them. In the beginning, I had to give Stan blatant commands like that, but now he kind of does his own thing most of the time.”

  “From our tests yesterday, he does seem to have a mind of his own,” the princess said with a soft smile as she glanced at the stickman in her hand.

  “Oh yeah!” I slapped a palm against my forehead. “I totally forgot about that. What did you learn? Do you have any notes?”

  “I do,” Cayla replied with an amused smirk, “but I could also just tell you my findings. It might be easier than deciphering my chaotic writings. I was so enthralled that I used shorthand for most of my notes.”

  “Then the floor is yours, Princess Balmier,” I intoned with a gallant bow.

  “Thank you,” my short-haired lover responded primly. Then she looked down at the stick figure that was currently trying to climb up her arm again. She picked him up gently with her other hand and then set him gently on the table beside us.

  “Well,” she began, “as we already know, he can follow basic commands. He will walk to an indicated spot, pick up objects as told, and stop an action if ordered. All without any defined senses somehow, which is fascinating.”

  “Yeah, I was thinking of giving him a face once we get the more important stuff out of the way,” I said with a wince. “Him staring at me without eyes is a little weird.”

  “Regardless,” Cayla chuckled, “he can follow instructions. But what is more intriguing is that, as you said, he also seems to have a mind of his own. He explores his surroundings and responds to stimuli, like raised voices or loud noises. He also doesn’t appear to have a sleep cycle, but I noticed last night that he seems to go almost… dormant when you are sleeping, Mason, as if he knows somehow that it is a time of rest. That does not mean he cannot operate when you are not conscious, as he has accompanied Aurora and me a few mornings while you’ve been in bed, but merely that he chooses not to.”

  “Huh,” I said as I glanced down at Stan and watched him climb over the scattered objects on the table. “So he’s kind of independent already, which means the animatrons can be too.”

  “I am not so sure,” Aurora cut in, and I turned around to find her frowning at the larger animatron.

  “What do you mean?” I asked as I walked over to join her.

  “This other machine acts differently than Stan already,” the half-elf pointed out as she jerked her chin to Big Guy. “Even in the beginning, Stan was very energetic. Curious almost.”

  “And Big Guy just kinda sits there,” I finished for her as I turned to the still animatron on the far table. I frowned as I tried to piece together why Stan and Big Guy were so different. The major difference was obviously their size but…

  “Wait,” I said as I realized something. “I think I know what the problem is.”

  “What is it?” Aurora inquired with an arched eyebrow.

  “Stan is small,” I pointed out as I gestured at the stickman.

  “Very astute observation,” the half-elf teased with a grin.

  “No, I mean that’s the problem,” I explained. “Since Stan is so tiny, the amount of magic that he draws from me is minuscule. It’s so insignificant that it’s doesn’t affect me, and I don’t notice it. However, Big Guy is big. The amount of power I have to direct into him is exponentially larger. If I had untapped reserves of energy, Big Guy might be able to act as independently as Stan, but right now he’s restricted by my own limitations.”

  Aurora hummed as she pursed her lips and tapped at them with a slim finger. Then her emerald eyes slipped out of focus before she dropped her hand with a sharp exhale.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked as I cocked my head to the side.

  “I just thought of a potential solution for your problem,” the half-elf started as she met my gaze, “but it might not be feasible at this time, so we should find alternative routes.”

  “Well, I got nothing so far, so I’m all ears,” I said as I sat up a little straighter. “Whatcha got?”

  “Channeling gems,” the half-elf replied with a definitive nod.

  I blinked in confusion. “Channel what now?”

  “Channeling gems,” Aurora repeated, and then a shadow passed behind her eyes. “They are large and rare jewels that act as a powerful conduit. The stones allow magic to flow more easily and more powerfully, and they can even be used to store the magic itself. They’re created when an immense amount of magic seeps into the ground. That is why they are so rare. It takes an extraordinary quantity of power to touch the land in such a way. Mages and other magical species, like elves and dwarves, are able to feel the power that emanates from these jewels. It is… difficult to describe but they almost… hum in a certain way, like a tuning fork, and individuals with magic in their veins can hone in on this sound or vibration. We are drawn to them. In fact, even people that have no magical properties can be
affected by this invisible pull, just not as strongly. They would just feel like they were… drawn to the jewel for some reason.”

  “Have you ever seen one?” I asked curiously.

  Aurora frowned and took a deep breath. “A-Abrus had one on the end of his staff. Remember, Mason?”

  I recalled the traitorous Lux Mage’s staff from our last fight. On its top end, there had been a large, white jewel affixed to the wood, and whenever Abrus utilized his powers, it had glowed with the power of the sun.

  “I remember,” I replied quietly, conscious of how the elder mage was still a sore spot for Aurora. “You think these gems can help us?”

  Aurora nodded, and she seemed to pull herself from her darker thoughts. “I believe they could, but they are incredibly rare. We’d be hard pressed to find one, especially in an appropriate time frame.”

  “Huh, well that’s a bummer,” I said with a frown, “but I am intrigued. I think you’re right in that we should try to find other solutions, but that’s definitely an idea to store for later. For right now, I’m just going to work with what I have and see if I can’t get Big Guy going on my own.”

  “Sounds like you have a lot of work to do then,” Cayla said with a warm smile. Then she walked over and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Try not to overexert yourself, and we shall return in a few hours.”

  “I make no promises,” I replied with a grin. “How are preparations going by the way?”

  “They are coming along quickly,” Cayla responded with a nod. “We have a few changes of clothes for each of us already packed, as well as bedding and some medicinal items in case we need them. Aurora and I will be working with the cook this afternoon to see to our provisions.”

  “At least it’s not sod poodle,” I chuckled. Then I looked to the stickman that was standing on the table beside me. “Do you want to take Stan with you?”

  A beautiful smile spread across Cayla’s face. “Only if you will not require him.”

  “Nah,” I replied with a shrug. “I think I’ll be fine. I’ll be pretty busy with Big Guy and his tests and, besides, I think he’s starting to like you more than me.”