Chapter 119: After the party (Patreon only bonus scene)

Becky finally pulled Mason back to the dance floor, and looked another drink in. She was all over him with her hands, making rather big promises about the bedroom.

“I think we should get you some water, and a bed,” Mason chuckled. Haley gave him an emphatic nod.

After some protest, they got her drinking water and walking back towards the hall. She’d mostly stopped making promises now and just tried to follow the path without stumbling. Mason eventually just picked her up, and she sighed and cuddled into his arms.

He tucked her into bed mostly asleep with a good night kiss, then walked back and sat on the couch with Haley.

“Long nigh of revelry?” she said, and he smiled.

“Not quite over.”

Then she was meeting his gaze as she took off her shirt one button at a time, stretching her slack covered legs until one foot was on his crotch, rubbing up and down.

“I’m not sure you can handle me alone anymore.” He grinned and Haley raised her brow.

“I’ll do my very best.”

Then Mason was practically growling as he crossed the couch, mouth locking with Haley’s as he took her skirt and yanked it down and off, then ripped the slacks apart.

“Wait, wait,” she said as he was about to tear off her panties. “I want to  taste you. Please?”

He grunted with impatience but sat down on the couch as she started to climb down to the floor. “From the side,” he said, “so I can still touch you.” He took off his pants, freeing his already hard length and throwing off his shirt, too.

Then he was naked as she knelt on the cushion beside him, lowering herself down and taking his shaft in both hands before sliding the tip between her lips with a moan. He took off her bra and groped her tits as she sucked, but was still impatient.

He closed his eyes for a moment at the feel of her tongue swirling around his tip, mouth dropping lower and lower to swallow more of him. He slapped her ass and pulled down her panties, trailing his fingers down her tight little asshole and circling it just to make her gasp. But not tonight.

Her hair was in a single braid, so he took hold of it and used it to control her head as he started fingering her with the other hand. She closed her eyes and moaned as he took control, guiding her further and further down his cock. He fucked her mouth until he couldn’t wait anymore.

“There, you’ve had your taste.” He pulled himself out and grabbed her legs, swinging her over his lap to straddle him and scooting her knees forward. Then he lined himself up and pulled her down, impaling her with every inch of his cock until she hit the bottom. “That’s what I wanted,” he sighed as her tightness enveloped him with warm, wet pleasure.

He hadn’t realized he’d been so turned on, but watching Haley’s big, round tits bounce as she started riding him was driving him slightly wild. He stood up and lifted her still impaled in the air, and just started fucking her.

At first he moved at a normal tempo, but she was so incredibly light for him now he could do whatever he wanted. He picked up the speed, jack hammering into her as she gasped and leaned forward just to hold on.

“Oh God!” Her body was shaking as he pounded into her, hands gripping her ass, fingers curled under to help pull her pussy apart. He walked around the couch, then with another growl pulled her off and tossed her over the back until her feet were dangling in the air, ass sticking towards him.

He rammed inside her and held her legs apart, their flesh slapping as his hips hit her ass in a steady, brutal rhythym.

He was practically lost in the pure lust of it, conscious mind gone as he slapped and clawed and sometimes leaned over her to bite into her shoulder or pull her up by her ponytail just to arch her back as he kept fucking her.

She was calling out badly translated French words and reaching back to try and hold onto him, when finally the tension built and tightened in his guts and balls. He didn’t hold back for a second, cumming deep into Haley as he thrust himself with hard, slapping strokes with every pulse.

Slowly he came back to himself as the last few sprays shot into his lover. He looked down to see red marks all over her back and ass—hand prints, finger nail streaks, some bites on her shoulders and neck. For a moment he was worried and was about to ask if she was alright, if she’d enjoyed it—then he realized he was completely soaked.

Haley’s juices ran down his stomach and dripped down his legs and balls, making a small pool on the floor. He turned her head so he could see her beautiful face and found her seemingly half conscious. Her body was almost slack, save that she was still wiggling her ass against him.

He chuckled and pulled her up, kissing her neck and cheek softly until she came back enough to kiss his lips.

“I, um…”

He was still groping her and frankly could go another round, but Haley looked ready to collapse.

“You, um? Left a small puddle on the floor,” he said, running his hands down to her clit as he kept moving slowly inside her.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” she said, turning up to kiss him and suck his tongue.

“You earned me, remember?” he grinned, then forced himself to pull out and scooped her into a fireman’s carry. He took her to the bed and lay her down beside Rebecca, then nestled in beside her and kept his renewed erection off her back.

She closed her eyes and seemed asleep in seconds, and Mason took to picturing the least sexy images he could imagine, which usually just morphed into fucking Haley.  Or Becky. Or Rosa…

With a sigh he closed his eyes, thinking Jesus, RoboGod, what the hell am I supposed to do about this?

His stats were only going higher. And now it was ‘phase two’, which seemed very much to effect him, too. He glanced around the room and shook his head before he tried to sleep. Apparently he was going to need a bigger bed…

* * *

Mason woke to Rebecca’s groans like an alarm clock.

"Ohh,” she stumbled to the bathroom and made some spitting noises before flopping back down on the bed. “My head. Shoot me."

Mason gave her an empathetic pat on the back. "Someone had a little too much fun last night."

She grunted, then squinted at him. "Did we at least have a sloppy, drunken sex party?"

"We did not. Try drinking some water."

"Unngh.” She did, but without much pleasure. “Never again. Never. Again."

Haley walked in from the kitchen and gave Mason a grin, and he very seriously considered taking her in another room for another round. But he didn’t have the time, and it wouldn’t have been great for Becky. "Can you take care of her?” he said. “I'm going to go find Blake."

"Of course I already am,” she raised her chin. “I know a hangover recipe. It's supposed to be for wine, but, I don't think it matters. Probably."

Mason chuckled and found some clothes, running a hand through Rebecca's hair and squeezing her shoulder before he walked out the door.

When Haley followed to the kitchen, he grabbed her roughly and slapped her ass as he stuck his tongue in her mouth and lifted her up.

“Sorry I fell asleep last night,” she said, already panting slightly in Mason’s arms.

“Don’t mention it. Also I shouldn’t have started this,” he said as she wrapped her legs around him. He forced himself to set her back down and gave her one last grope. “Good luck with Becky. I’ll see you later.”

She made a desperate little groan, then he was away and back in the streets of Nassau. Streak instantly dropped off the porch to follow, whining behind him with a few big yawns, looking bigger than ever. “Do you grow every meal? What are you even eating?” Mason stopped to give the wolf a quick inspection and a scratch before he shook his head and kept walking.

A few early risers waved and Mason returned it, feeling much more natural in a morning mist than at some wild party. It felt strange in the settlement as always. His body and maybe even senses slowed and dulled, feeling a kind of claustrophobia at being trapped inside the walls. But he was getting fond of the place, he realized, and many of the people. He supposed a man could have two homes.

Dawn light barely shone through the canopy, but Blake would be awake. He never was much of a sleeper, filled with a kind of boundless, restless energy that in the old world usually had him stooped over a book or a computer.

While Mason’s brother enjoyed the social scene, he didn't usually partake much in the drunken hedonism, usually holding the same drink half the night.

Mason found him, somewhat unsurprisingly, in a chair by a window with the best light.

"Morning." He sat in a chair beside and looked out at the trees beyond the wall.

"Good morning, Mason." Blake looked up from his device, which looked like a futuristic ipad. "Have you used one of these yet?"

Mason shrugged, and Blake rolled his eyes.

"They contain practically every bit of knowledge human beings had. You can read any book, watch any film. Though our robot overlord didn't seem very impressed by most social media content."

Mason snorted. "Plus one roboGod."

"I actually quite miss podcasts." Blake sighed. "Your girls are feeling alright this morning?"

"Haley yes, Rebecca no."

"Unfortunate." Blake sipped his coffee. "You want to discuss the dungeon teams."

"You're the mind reader. And I know you've been thinking about it all night."

Blake slurped and sighed. "I want Annie, Alex, and Carl."

"What about Seul-ki?" Mason said, genuinely surprised.

His brother frowned. "We're taking almost every single player out of Nassau. I need someone here I can trust. And…” he shrugged, “I want to run a little experiment."

Mason had no idea what that meant and didn’t much care. "What the hell good is being together if I'm not around to protect you? And I don't trust Annie."

"Well I do. And you can't always be there to protect me, you've said it yourself. I need to tie my own shoes, wipe my own ass, et cetera. These orcs are vulnerable to my mind magic, which makes me a pretty damn good asset in there. Carl is the second strongest player we have now, so I'd like to get to know him. And Alex is our most flexible all around support. It's a good team. Agreed?"

Mason probably agreed if he thought about it, save for thinking Annie was a ticking time bomb. "Where'd you get that coffee?"

Blake tut tutted and walked to a little nook that apparently had a machine, filling Mason a mug. “It’s the same set up in every house in the settlement. Does Haley literally do everything for you?”

Yes, Mason thought, not at all unhappy about it, then picturing her naked and moaning before he shook his head and took a good long sip or two. "So have you picked my team as well?"

"I have. Rebecca, Phuong, and Tommaso. Should be plenty of magic and muscle and you should get to know Tommaso."

"He seemed...weak, in the obstacle course."

"That's why you've got Phuong and Rebecca and you. Anyway, Tommaso is good, he just needs levels."

"Sounds like you've got it all figured out,” Mason said without much enthusiasm. He thought about that fortress and all those orcs and snakes and riders. "It may not matter. We may not even get into those dungeons. Are we taking back Sanctuary first? Or heading straight to the fortress?"

"A fine question. Though I don't suppose we can hold the town anyway. What do you think?"

"I think we take the town first. It might be instructive."

Blake raised a brow, and Mason leaned forward a little.

"To show you how easy it is, and how vulnerable settlements are."

Blake smiled with tight pressed lips. "As you say. Now finish your drink while I wake the others. We might as well get an early start."

Blake's eyes glazed slightly, and Mason wondered how many poor buggers were getting the 'Blake alarm clock' treatment. It was at least slightly comforting to know he wasn't the only one.

* * *

By late morning, the settlement was again gathering to send off nearly all their players, plenty of hugs and tears and fond farewells. Mason stood with a somewhat pale-faced Rebecca, who assured him she was fine before wandering off to lean on a building and spit several times.

"What happened to the French hangover cure?" Mason whispered to Haley.

"It worked. You should have seen her before."

Mason grinned, then noticed Rosa with her friend watching from the small patio of their house. "I heard you talked to Rosa. But she might need another one. I don't suppose you can..." he trailed off. "You know, sort of like you did with Rebecca."

Haley raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and grinned. "Of course. If you'd like me to."

Mason winced at the tone. "Why do I feel like it's going to cost me."

"Cost you, patron? My services are yours to command."

"What do you want, you French minx. Spit it out."

Haley leaned forward and gave Mason a goodbye hug like many of the other civilians. "I wouldn’t dream of it. And nothing you wouldn't enjoy, master, when the time comes. Just come home in one piece, please." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then grinned and walked off towards the chief hall before she turned back. "And bring Rebecca back in one piece, too!"

"Don't worry about me, y’all!" Rebecca called, bent over and wiping a hand across her face. "I'm totally fine!"

Mason adjusted his bow across his shoulders, whistling for Streak. He walked to the gate and waited, looking back at all the players and civilians of Nassau.

Blake and Seul-ki were sharing a quiet goodbye, as was Carl and Silvie. Every player he could see was being sent off by someone, which brought a warmth to his chest. Warriors should always be sent off and greeted, he decided, by those they meant to protect.

"Let's go, people," he called.

The excitement and sounds died away at his voice, and the players came when called. Even Blake came along with the pack, seemingly content to let Mason lead them to a fight. Mason looked over them all and grinned.

"Not much for speeches. Let's just go kill some damn orcs, and come back home and party."

The pack gave a committed, if subdued and probably hung over cheer. It would have to do.