Metal Mage 11

by Eric Vall

  Next thing I knew, I had her leg hitched up and pinned against her shoulder, and when I thrust firmly into her, the woman’s climax overtook her so quickly, she screamed. I could feel the velvety walls of her tunnel quaking around my cock as her scream turned into a wavering moan, and I eyed the deep imprints my chainmail had left all over her while the sound of her pleasure heated my blood to its boiling point. My hands were shaking from needing more of her by the time her orgasm ebbed, and I didn’t waste any time.

  Nulena giggled as I roughly flipped her over, and then she dug her nails into the jet-black fur to brace herself. With her perfectly sculpted ass in my palms, there was no chance I could take it easy, so I propped one leg up before I thrust into her with all my strength.

  Then I took her as hard as I pleased while the massive bed shook beneath us, and Nulena panted more with every thrust as the force sent a tremor through her. I kept a firm hold on the cinch of her waist as I drove myself into her again and again, but when I could feel her nearing another orgasm, I reached around to tease her clit just so she’d shriek a bit for me.

  The sound of her climax shot straight through me as my seed burst from my shaft, and I quickened my thrusts when Nulena pushed her ass into me for more. I could feel her whole body spasming with ecstasy as her taut tunnel clenched around my cock, and I let her milk every drop out of me until my seed was spilling down her ebony thighs.

  Then the woman locked her teeth in the fur as her moans echoed around the room, and hearing how much she enjoyed having me fill her like this made something snap in my chest. I kept at her without restraint for longer than I could tell while she started begging me to cum in her again, but I brought her through another orgasm before I let her have what she wanted.

  When I rolled her back over, the Baroness had a submissive glint in her ghostly white eye, and I chuckled as I dragged her to the edge of the bed.

  Then I tore the chainmail and the rest of my clothes off to get ready for another round, and Nulena curled onto her side with a coy grin. I straddled her bottom leg as she propped the other one up against my shoulder, and as I traced circles across her clit, I admired her ebony breasts and the already starved look in her eye.

  “You sure you need more?” I growled just to test the waters, and I couldn’t help grinning when her gaze was suddenly fiery again.

  I slowed my fingers as I cocked a brow, though, and the woman immediately softened.

  “Please?” she murmured, and I couldn’t believe that was all it took.

  So, I gladly relented without toying with her anymore, and I cupped her breast in one hand as I braced my arm around her leg. Whatever she was doing with her powers now made my legs go numb as my dick began to tingle, and I could hardly stay upright as the sensation of her around my shaft brought a grating moan out of me. Nulena whimpered at the sound as I started to curse under my breath, and I could already tell my next climax would fucking destroy me.

  Then the gilded doors opened, and I whipped my head around just as Temin pitched forward into the room.

  I was frozen in place and balls deep in the Baroness when he got his drowsy eyes open all the way, and he furrowed his brow while he swayed there in the doorway.

  “So sorry,” the king slurred after a moment. “Could’ve sworn this was m’room.”

  “No, yours is down the hall,” I said out of sheer panic.

  Temin gave a drunken nod as he tried for a wave, and after a few missteps, he managed to trip his way back into the hall.

  I stared at Nulena as the doors shut behind him, but then her lips curled into a devilish grin, and I went right on pounding into her as her powers began numbing my entire mind.

  We ended up feverishly tumbling across Temin’s plush carpet and breaking in his velvet chaise after that, but eventually, I had Nulena pinned against one of the gilded posts of the king’s bed. I was going to soften the gold to spare her back, but the Baroness ordered me not to, so when I finally let her collapse across the black fur again, her back was dotted with deep grooves from the ornate casting of the gold.

  I crawled over and trailed my fingers along her spine while I checked to make sure we hadn’t broken the skin, and when I started kissing every divot, the Baroness let out a satiated sigh.

  “Are you alright?” I murmured against her back.

  Nulena chuckled softly in response, and then she rolled over to pull me down onto the fur.

  “I’m more than alright,” she purred.

  Then she wrapped herself against me as she kissed me slowly, and since I had nowhere to hurry off to this time, I spent as long as I pleased exploring every plush curve of the woman. We fell asleep tangled together with her cheek curled against my chest, and as I reveled in the feel of her satiny breasts and the dense black fur beneath me, I listened to the heavy thrum of her heartbeat as her breaths gradually slowed.

  My last thought before I passed out was there was no way in hell I wasn’t crazy in love with this woman, and Nulena mumbled something as she dozed off, but I didn’t catch what it was.

  That night, I had a vivid dream I was floating in the stars, but when I looked around expecting to find Nemris, I found Nulena instead. Her coal black eye burned a fiery amber as I reached out to pull her into my arms, but my hands sifted straight through her like smoke as a sultry moan echoed in my ears.

  I wasn’t surprised to find her gone in the morning, because she usually left early to get back to her own devious life, and even though the dream left a strange feeling in my chest, I enjoyed a long and noisy stretch before I stared up at the gilded posts. Complete silence filled the room as green and gold light filtered through the stained-glass windows, and I let myself believe this was my ridiculously huge bed for a minute longer. I’d definitely made some good memories in it, but even if the idea of being a king with a place like this was tempting, I was pretty content with my current position.

  Hearing Temin’s concerns last night made me appreciate my own lot in life that much more, and while I was half sure I’d be receiving news of more attacks once I got back to Falmount, I was okay with that. I trusted my mages and the Defenders to handle things, and at least I only had one village of residents in my care instead of an entire kingdom.

  The notion made me anxious for Temin, though, and I finally dragged myself out of bed while I scoured the extensive room for my clothes, gun belt, and boots.

  That’s when I noticed a tiny wisp of shadows flickering on the desk I’d bent Nulena over last night. I grinned as I came over and wafted them away, and once I straightened the hide on the bed and righted a few lamps we’d knocked over, I stepped back and took a look around. Overall, I couldn’t really tell we’d had sex on every surface in the room.

  Then I peeked out into the hall to make sure none of Temin’s staff were around, and I crept out of the king’s bedchamber with no one being the wiser.

  I was chuckling to myself as I trotted down the stairs and turned toward the great hall, and when I crossed paths with a servant, I let her know Temin wanted his entire room cleaned before tonight.

  Then I heard the disgruntled muttering of nobles up ahead, and I entered the great hall to find about twenty members of the court gathered near the banquet table. It wasn’t the array of left-over chicken wings that had them in a tizzy, though. It was the snoring half-ogre who was drooling onto his chest while Temin’s crown sat lopsided on his big green head.

  “Shit,” I snorted as I quickly headed over, and I nodded to a few nobles as I pushed through the crowd.

  “Baron Flynt, what in the name of the gods is this about?” a flustered lord demanded.

  I mumbled a garbled string of words that meant virtually nothing as I continued on my way, and when I got to Haragh, I gave his shoulder a rough shake.

  “Dude, wake up,” I hissed. “Party’s over.”

  Haragh grunted and batted me away with a chicken wing, but when I gave him a good shove, he finally opened his eyes and swiped the drool from his chin.

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bsp; “What’s up?” he yawned.

  “These are a few members of the royal court,” I muttered, and I sent an apologetic nod to a nearby duchess. “Now would be a good time for us to get the hell out of here.”

  Haragh tossed his fistful of chicken wings on the tablecloth as he gave a groggy nod, and I helped haul him to his feet as he let out a Roshy belch.

  A few lords eyed the half-ogre with disdain as we shuffled by, and the muttering of their scandalized wives made it difficult not to smirk a little over the scene.

  “The fuck you lookin’ at?” Haragh grumbled.

  Then I promptly snatched the crown of his head and herded him past the nobles and out the door.

  Temin was just coming down the hall as we burst out laughing, and the king looked thoroughly amused when I handed him back his crown.

  “Ah, there it is,” Temin muttered. “I was about to visit the servant’s quarters in case I left it there by mistake. That would have been rather embarrassing to explain to the staff.”

  “Did you …” I tried, and I cleared my throat before I lowered my voice. “This is probably none of my business, but did you sleep with those servant girls?”

  “Of course not,” Temin snorted, but then he grinned. “I certainly enjoyed myself with the pair of them, but that would have been inappropriate. However, it gave me a chance to really consider what you said, and you’re absolutely right. There is always time for women, especially when death is so impending.”

  “Good,” I chuckled. “I’m glad we can see eye to eye on that. Thanks for letting us crash the castle last night, too. You’re a good man.”

  “No,” the king said with a solemn shake of his head. “Thank you. Really, I believe I was at my lowest point the last few days, and I appreciate both of you exceedingly. I don’t remember much about last night, but I know I feel infinitely better about the circumstances.”

  “There ye’ go,” Haragh chuckled as he clapped Temin on the shoulder. “Shit might be heatin’ up around here, but we need a king who’s ready to do what it takes. You’ve got this, man. I have complete faith in you.”

  Temin smiled in earnest as he shook the half-ogre’s hand, but then he furrowed his brow and turned to me.

  “Did I imagine it, or were you having sex with Baroness Batanova last night?”

  It took me a few beats to respond, but I thought I did a decent job of sounding unconcerned.

  “What?” I chuckled. “No. The Baroness left around the same time you did.”

  “Of course, she did,” Temin said, and he dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. “I knew it must have been the Rosh.”

  “Fuckin’ Rosh,” Haragh agreed, and a broad grin spread across my face.

  The hungover king’s guard were holding their heads and had their weight propped on their staves as we left the castle, and several of them chuckled and shook Haragh’s hand while they offered him their congratulations.

  Once the half-ogre and I were in the Mustang and on our way to Falmount, I owned up to my escapade in the king’s bedchamber, and Haragh laughed until he had tears streaming down his face. Then he spent the rest of the drive coming up with a list of things he wanted to do for Taru when we got back. He already had a design in mind for expanding their house, and after he decided he wanted to get a flock of chickens, I agreed to teach him how to make chicken wings for her, too.

  When we got to the mansion, Alfred was dutifully waiting at the door for us, and he held out his silver tray for me to deposit my weapons on.

  I just stood there, though, because I was more distracted by the full grown, half-skinned stag laying in a pool of its own blood in my entryway.

  Chapter 16

  Alfred calmly led me along a trail of carcasses to the training hall, and when we got to the arched entrance, I nodded as I crossed my arms.

  Taru and my women were passed out in a splayed huddle at the center of the room, and around them, creatures of all shapes and sizes were either dead, skinned, or partially dissected.

  “They returned rather close to sunrise, sir,” Alfred informed me. “Then they ate everything we had in the kitchen and talked … a lot … while they attempted to learn about tanning hides from Miss Taru.”

  I smirked. “That’s adorable.”

  “Aye, she knows her way around a hide,” Haragh said with a nod.

  “Out of curiosity, how drunk were they when this all happened?” I checked.

  “To the best of my knowledge, they were not inebriated at all, sir. Only enthusiastic.”

  “Hmm,” I mused. “Welp … I guess we should drag some of these carcasses out of here and throw them to the eels.”

  “Certainly, sir,” Alfred said with a bow. “Allow me.”

  “Oh! But could you slice a few femurs off for Ruela?” I added. “Deya says she loves femurs.”

  “Very well, sir. Shall I send for a butcher to handle the edible creatures?”

  “That would be great,” I chuckled. “He can bring it all to the two Flynt’s Pubs, but were there any more attacks last night?”

  “Yes, sir,” Alfred replied.

  “What happened?” I asked as my gut dropped into my boots. “Were there any casualties?”

  “I’m afraid I know very little about the attack,” the butler answered. “I heard a commotion and barred the door, sir. It could not have lasted any longer than an hour or so, and when your women arrived home, it appeared the town had already been restored.”

  I nodded as I relaxed a degree. “Thank you, Alfred.”

  Alfred bowed before he headed over to a carcass that was too bloody to identify what it was, and he began dragging it toward the door like it was just another day on the job.

  I couldn’t help but admire the way the man took absolutely everything in stride.

  “S’pose the mages must have handled it well,” Haragh grunted. “I didn’t notice anything out of sorts when we drove by.”

  “Me neither,” I agreed. “Maybe this new setup will actually work.”

  “I’ll stop by Kurna’s on my way home and send him your way for an update,” the half-ogre offered.

  “That’d be good, thanks,” I said with a nod, and then I raised my fingers to my mouth and gave a sharp whistle that echoed throughout the chamber.

  The women jolted like they were rising from the dead, and they groaned as they struggled to get their limbs moving properly. Taru let out a snarl that could have been an ogre yawn, and when she looked over at Ruela snuggled against her arm, a tiny smile came to her face. Then she scruffed the wolfish beast behind the ear as she sat up, and my women lazily mussed their hair while they took stock of the massacre surrounding them.

  “Ladies,” I said with a roguish grin.

  Deya giggled when she saw me in the doorway, and she reached behind her to grab a dead rabbit by the ears and hold it up for me.

  “Look, Mason.” The beautiful elf smiled sleepily. “I killed bunnies, and I didn’t even eat any of them.”

  “I’m proud of you,” I chuckled. “Looks like you have some flesh stuck in your hair, though.”

  “No, that’s fur,” Aurora yawned. “Deya wore some dead bunnies as hats last night. It’s an elven thing.”

  I smirked. “That sounds cute. Did you all remember to clean your weapons?”

  “No,” Cayla sighed. “I’ll do it. How was your evening?”

  “Where did you go?” Shoshanne asked, and she eyed me cautiously.

  “Neither of you are covered in blood,” Aurora pointed out.

  “Yeah, we took it easy for once,” I said with a shrug. “We hung out with Temin, dueled a bit, drank our weight in Rosh. You would’ve loved the feast.”

  “So many wings,” Haragh sighed.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves,” Cayla chuckled, and she helped Aurora stand up. “We killed everything we came across for I don’t know how many hours.”

  “Plus a few creatures we heard in the distance and wanted to track down,” the half-elf add
ed. “Mason, did you know ogres can skin a whole creature in one swipe if they bite through the hide at a certain point?”

  “I did not,” I admitted.

  Haragh nodded. “Yeah, that one’s a classic.”

  “I tried, but I don’t have sharp enough teeth in my elven form,” Deya sighed.

  “Me neither,” Shoshanne said with a shrug.

  I raised my eyebrows as I imagined my two women attempting to bite through an animal’s hide to skin it, but Haragh just chuckled in approval.

  “Takes a bit of practice, but you’ll get the hang of it,” he assured the women. “Taru’s a natural with this sort of thing, so don’t let her intimidate ye’.”

  Taru blushed as she smiled at my half-ogre friend, and my women helped her to her feet and brushed some dirt from her leather vambraces. Then they began rambling on about the things the ogre had taught them, and I could tell they’d all become closer during their girls’ night out.

  I was glad to see how at home Taru looked amongst my women, but Haragh looked twice as happy as any of us as he bounced on his toes like he couldn’t wait to have his woman all to himself again.

  I cleared my throat once it became clear the women were just going to keep talking Taru’s ear off, and they reluctantly let Haragh come and fetch her so he could escort her toward the door. They still trailed after the pair in a chatty swarm, though, and I smirked at the whole group while I followed close behind them.

  “So, how’d the new mace work out?” the half-ogre asked Aurora as he turned to her in the entryway.

  “Haragh,” the half-elf sighed, “that mace is my new favorite thing. I took the head off a chimera with one swipe. One! I was only going to bludgeon its skull, but nope. Flew right off its shoulders. I never did find it, either.”

  Taru smiled at Aurora and nodded, and my half-elf immediately glowed with pride as she tipped her chin up a bit.

  “Damn,” Haragh chuckled. “That’s no easy feat.”