Metal Mage 10

by Eric Vall

Shit, I’d be right in Dragir’s place if I could manage it, and I contemplated Aliasa’s tigerish grin and amber eyes as I shuffled a few meaningless pieces of steel around on the table. She’d only kissed me once, but that woman definitely made an impression, and I was humoring myself with the memory of her meaty ass strutting into the jungle when the Baroness thrust herself into my mind.

  She was on her knees once again, and I thoroughly cleared my throat as I knocked the steel right off the table and tripped over the stool when I tried to catch it.

  Then I came crashing down onto my own knees while Deya shot up for a gasping breath.

  “Are you okay?” she demanded.

  “Absolutely,” I said a little higher than usual. “Just working. You know.”

  Deya nodded and dropped back beneath the water, and I forced my mind to think about automatons and elaborate weaponry rather than the Baroness’ ebony lips or her throat clenching around my cock like her life depended on it.

  “Fuuuucking focus,” I mumbled to myself as I reorganized my sketches a bit, but then Bobbie’s growl entered the bounds of Falmount, and I let out a sigh of relief.

  At least my own gorgeous women always distracted me without fail.

  I could hear Cayla’s giggle right along with Aurora’s, too, and I left Deya to her mental cleanse as I headed outside. Then I unsealed Bobbie’s doors, and before Aurora could get beyond a smile, I had her in my arms with my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

  The half-elf moaned happily as she melted in my hold, and I pinned her against the side of the Mustang while Cayla chuckled in approval.

  “We missed you, too,” the princess purred, “and we bought many things for tomorrow because we couldn’t make up our minds.”

  Aurora nodded as she knotted her fingers in my hair, and I hoisted her up so her legs were locked around my hips. Then I carried the half-elf inside while she bit at my tongue for more, and when I propped her ass on my worktable, she refused to let me go.

  “Is Deya okay?” Cayla asked, and I finally resurfaced.

  “Yeah, she saw Dragir having sex with Aliasa,” I told her. “She just needs a minute.”

  Aurora wrenched me back for more as Cayla dropped several parcels onto the floor of the atrium, and I had the half-elf’s shirt off by the time Deya shot up for another gasp of air.

  “Hey, sweetie,” I heard Cayla sigh. “Are you alright?”

  “Anything you have to distract me would be great,” the elf spluttered, and Aurora chuckled against my lips.

  “I brought you many lovely gifts,” the princess assured her.

  “Me too!” Aurora mumbled, and I reluctantly released the giggling woman so she could hop down.

  I still admired her bobbing breasts as she pranced over to the fountain, though, and I grinned when she pulled a fiery red dress out to show it off for me.

  “The Elders were wearing red, so I figured I should probably outdo them,” Aurora told me, and she sent me a wink.

  “I fully support this,” I said with a nod. “Where does that slit end?”

  Aurora smirked and trailed her finger up her leg, and when she stopped just inches from the apex of her thighs, I let out a groan.

  “Yeah, wear that, that’s … that’s good.”

  “I know,” Aurora giggled. “I thought of you the moment I saw it, but just wait until you see what we got for Shoshanne.”

  “What about me?” Deya asked as she propped her elbows on the edge of the fountain.

  “You are dripping wet, and I got you velvet,” Cayla replied. “So, you get to wait until tomorrow.”

  “But--” the beautiful elf tried.

  “No buts,” the princess countered. “You belong to a baron now, and this is the highest quality velvet in Serin. If you take all of your clothes off for Mason, though, I might reconsider.”

  I raised my brows as Deya immediately obeyed the princess’ command, and Shoshanne’s husky giggle drifted into the atrium as the elf peeled her drenched silk from her lavish curves right in the middle of the fountain. She kept her violet gaze on me as her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and when she traced a few circles across her clit while I watched, I lost all feeling in my legs.

  “I see I got home just in time,” the healer murmured and slid her arms around my waist.

  “I’d say so,” I agreed. “How are the new healers doing?”

  “They’re wonderful,” Shoshanne sighed. “I can’t thank you enough for bringing them here for me. They listened to everything I said, and no one objected to the chains or the procedure. I think I might finally be able to step back from the whole operation and trust that they’ll … be …”

  Shosanne trailed off as Cayla pulled a black velvet evening gown out of a parcel, and both of us let out simultaneous sighs as she held it out to a still dripping wet and naked Deya.

  “I thought you could use something a little more sinful,” the princess informed the elf, and Deya blushed to her roots.

  “I love it!” she laughed, and I bit my lip at the sight of her bright pink nipples while she bounced and threw her arms around Cayla’s neck.

  Then a knock came at the door, but I was way too distracted admiring the scene to move a damn inch, so Shoshanne headed over to answer it for me. I only vaguely registered the sound of a king’s guard saying something I didn’t remotely care about, though, because Cayla had half her leather corset off now while Aurora helped her with the ribbons.

  My brain was firmly rooted in my dick by the time Shoshanne handed me a roll of parchment, and I numbly unrolled it as Aurora teased me with only a glimpse of Cayla’s nipples beneath her leather.

  “What is it?” Deya finally asked, and I dragged myself out of my erotic reverie long enough to look down at the parchment.

  “Looks like a mapping of the land the king’s giving me.”

  Cayla gasped and strutted over with her leather still only halfway off her ass, and I let the women all snatch the parchment away as my hand drifted down to cradle the princess’ half-bare cheek against me. My other hand snuck it’s way beneath her leather, too, and I slid a finger into Cayla’s slick entrance as I admired her perfect porcelain breasts.

  “Gods … it’s huge,” Aurora moaned, and I grinned.

  “Help yourself,” I mumbled, but then Shoshanne elbowed me in the ribs and I snapped out of it.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Look at this!” Aurora insisted as she pointed at the parchment. “This is way more than ten miles.”

  “Holy shit,” I chuckled. “That’s definitely more than I need.”

  “I respectfully disagree,” Cayla informed me, and she grabbed my wrist to force my finger even deeper inside her. “With this much land, you could house all of the mages in Serin if you wanted.”

  “The next Oculus,” Aurora mused, and I eyed the look on her face.

  All of my women suddenly wore slightly scheming expressions, and I had a strange sense of déjà vu as they let out a collective sigh and clutched the map between them.

  “Mason could build a twenty-foot wall around all of this for us,” Aurora murmured.

  Shoshanne giggled. “Mason could build us our own railway to oversee it all.”

  “Mason has more land than Aeris,” Deya informed them, and Cayla’s cheeks flushed on the spot.

  “Does he?” the princess asked breathlessly as I snuck another finger inside of her.

  “Twice as much,” Deya assured her. “We could build a palace on this much land.”

  “We could have our own dungeon to torture our enemies with this much land,” Aurora added, and all four women looked at me expectantly.

  “I mean … I don’t fucking care,” I chuckled. “Anything you want. Sure.”

  Then Cayla was on me as she tore my vest open, and I could feel Shoshanne wrenching at my belt as Deya’s giggles filled my ears. Aurora was dragging me to the bedroom now, while Cayla refused to stop kissing me, and I finally just threw the princess over my shoulder so I would
n’t flatten her in my haste.

  My clothes were torn off within seconds of Shoshanne shoving me onto the bed, and I honestly couldn’t tell who forced my dick into them first because I already had an ass on my face.

  Despite the Master’s machinations, life could be fucking great.

  Chapter 7

  I woke up naked with my head on a stack of sketches in the atrium, and the automaton for Jagruel stood nearly completed at my side. All that was missing was a choice of weapon for his left arm, and I’d passed out after spending half the night trying to solve the issue.

  It probably didn’t help that I was already exhausted from making love to all of my women for well over three hours, but I couldn’t sleep knowing the Master was currently one upping me. I laid tangled with my women while they all drifted off to sleep, but even their satiny limbs and breasts pressed around me didn’t ease my mind.

  The Osulla had been this close to ending it all, and soon, the Master would know I stopped him from making that kind of progress yet again. Which meant I couldn’t afford to let one more attempt slip under the radar. I needed to secure the ogres’ safety and get on the offensive, but even after an hour trying to work with the metal rune, I had nothing. I’d succeeded in accidentally combining every scrap of metal in my house into a giant lump in the atrium, though, and it took me another hour just to sort it all out again, including rebuilding the automaton from scratch.

  Then I decided to scrap the idea altogether rather than waste any more time on a new rune, because mastering the lightning one was more important right now. Still, Cayla wanted this sentry to have a gun, and I honestly did, too. Anyone who went after the ogres deserved what they got at this point, and I was done moving backward at all. I couldn’t afford to, so I sketched out ten different ideas, and around sunrise, I finally felt like I had a solid chance at a solution.

  So, as the noise of Falmount roused me out of a dead sleep, I dragged myself up and stumbled to the fountain before I dropped in and let the enchanted waters douse me for another day of kicking ass. Then I took a while longer to wash all the sex off since I was supposed to be speaking with the nobility of Illaria today, and there was a hell of a lot of rigorous sex going on lately.

  Of course, last night, I may have had slightly ulterior motives. The thing was, my women were crazy after me once they saw that parcel of land, and when I saw the same plotting look in their eyes that I’d seen on the night of the Rosh, I decided I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity. So yeah, I may have kept at it with them way longer than necessary, but I knew for a fact I’d cummed in each of them more than six times on average, on top of what I’d done the night before, and if that didn’t get them all pregnant, I didn’t know what would.

  Not that I cared one way or the other because I was letting it lie.

  Just in case they cared, though, I figured I should be as thorough as possible, and they definitely had zero objections last night. My women let me have my way with each of them in any direction I pleased, over and over, and now, they would probably be sleeping it off for the rest of the morning. I would have required the same if not for my healing rune, but it had me bouncing back like an immortal lately, and I had its powers to thank for my award-winning max level porn star performance last night, too. Around my tenth climax, the term sex god took on a whole new meaning for me as a fresh jet of semen filled Deya’s taut tunnel to capacity once again.

  Which meant I should damn well be able to have the automaton completed and ready to move out by the time my women woke up, and then I could spend the afternoon working on the lightning rune for the 1911. If all went well, my concerns about the Master would be fully addressed before the meeting this evening, and I’d only have to focus on not letting the alliance with Orebane go all to hell.

  Well, that and figuring out which two fuckwads had the balls to target my beautiful elves.

  I figured the nine who wanted to kill me weren’t as much of an issue. Mostly because there was no way they’d get a shot in with my women around, but also because I had no intentions of carrying on with the Baroness at all. Too much was on the line, and if I did end up with four pregnant women relying on me soon, the last thing I needed was to meddle with a woman who could put a dozen extra targets on my back.

  Even though she was probably worth it because I still couldn’t stop reliving that blow job at least once every hour. I’d never had my dick that far down a woman’s throat in my entire life, but even as I considered this, I realized I was once again thinking about the Baroness.

  “Godsdamnit,” I growled as I shot to my feet, and I dripped water all over the house as I tracked down a towel. Then I dug my pants out from under Cayla’s thigh-high boots and a couple pairs of chains, and I returned to the worktable determined not to think about the Baroness anymore. Not just for the safety of my family, but for her sake as well. It’d really be a shame for a woman of her … talents … to be at risk over meddling with me.

  So, I stubbornly furrowed my brow, and I forced my attention back to the sketches on the table as Stan’s head popped up from behind my spool of copper wire.

  He’d been with me through the wee hours of the morning while I worked on the issues involved with rigging the new automaton to operate a gun, and bouncing ideas off him had been half the reason I came up with so many options. We were honestly having a lot of fun with the whole idea, but I knew Stan was secretly hoping I’d upgrade his brothers a bit after this, because he kept striking the pose he always used when he was mentioning Big Guy.

  Now, we spent a few minutes perusing my three favorite options from our planning session, and Stan eventually pointed to the most logical one.

  “I know,” I told the little metal man. “I just really wanted to go full automatic for once, but you’re right. Since he’ll be so far from Falmount, we should play it safe.”

  Stan nodded his approval, and I shuffled the spare designs aside as he sat down on the corner of my paper.

  For this design, the automaton would have to have a pistol permanently mounted in his hand, and that way, I could utilize his entire forearm as a magazine without the issue of feeding the bullets in at an angle. I estimated about sixty rounds could fit between his palm and the hinge of his elbow, and there was little chance the Master would send that many mages to Jagruel any time soon. He’d managed the abductions there with only two mages before, and by the time he found another pair as effective as Dahko and his Ignis helper, I’d already have my automaton in place and ready to blow their brains out.

  I smirked as I sparked my metal magic and summoned a fresh lump of steel from the shelf, and I pulled my 1911 over to prop it directly in front of me while Stan rubbed his metal hands together.

  Then I let my magic seep into the pistol’s makeup as I studied every dimension, spring, and bushing, and I transferred the details directly into the fresh steel down to the exact millimeter. My jaw throbbed as I gritted my teeth in the effort of securing each piece without using my hands or eyesight at all, and even though the process was slower than forming each part and piecing it together like I’d done before, I kept at it. I wanted to perfect the process of working this way, not only because I knew I could do it, but because it might simplify a lot in the immediate future.

  I still hadn’t decided if arming the mages with my 1911s was a safe move or not, but after the design for my revolvers had ended up in the Master’s hands, I was feeling less confident about the idea. Arming Temin’s men with rifles and revolvers had been a bold move when I first entered this realm, and since I’d learned my lesson there, I knew I absolutely could not let this new design end up in the hands of the Master’s recruits.

  However, if I could figure out how to prevent the same mistake, I would need to make hundreds of replicas in order to arm my mages for the siege against his fortress. If that time did come, I wanted to be sure the process was as time efficient as possible, and I figured the best solution was the same as it always was.

  To level up on my
magery, because the possibilities were seemingly endless, and after talking with Hulsan and working with Markus to fix the Oculus, I was more determined than ever to find out what I was capable of in this realm.

  So, I opened my eyes to find Stan doing a little victory dance between two pistols on the table, and I grinned as I picked up the newly completed 1911.

  “That wasn’t too bad,” I mumbled, and Stan held up his hand for a high five.

  I could sense the mental fatigue of the process, but it wasn’t anything concerning. It felt a lot like I’d pushed my limits a little on a day at the gym, but it clearly paid off, because the new pistol was identical to the original. I even disassembled it to be certain everything aligned properly, and once I had the 1911 completed by hand once more, I walked over to the sentry.

  He was double the size of Big Guy, so I had to crane my neck to get a look at his ominous helm, but I knew he’d have to be staggering to survive the strength of the Master’s recruits.

  “We’re gonna alter the grip and firing mechanism quite a bit,” I told Stan as I showed him how the pistol would be mounted. “I’ll double the size of the pistol once everything is prepared, but normally the magazine inserts into the grip here at the bottom. That feeds the bullets upward into the chamber, though, and we need them to feed straight from the back now. To accomplish that, we have to remove the entire hammer rigging first, but for our purposes, this is perfect, because the automaton doesn’t need to worry about safeties, and I’d rather he didn’t have to bother cocking a hammer at all.”

  Stan nodded along and pointed to the sketch again, and I joined him at the table.

  “Exactly, that’s why it’s missing on the sketch,” I continued as I gestured to the completed pistol. “See, this part is being removed to expose the chamber, but if we remove the hammer, we have to either find a different means of striking the firing pin or, and this is what I’m hoping to accomplish, we could bypass the need for a firing pin altogether.”

  Now, the metal man shook his head, and he kicked his little foot against my 1911 like it was useless.