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Chapter 608: Every part
🕑 Added 2025-12-09 15:00:13 +0000 UTC“I still want a fire.” Demi yawned and looked at the fireplace as Mason pushed away his last plate. He managed to hold back from stuffing himself too much. He wanted to be awake and fit for some light exercise…
“I can manage that,” he said, standing with a stretch. The eyes of all three women followed him, and he tried not to enjoy the attention too much. But there was a growing tension in the air—an expectation or anticipation of what might happen next.
“We’d better clean some of this up,” Haley said, sighing as she lifted some plates. Naya hopped up to help her, and Mason took Demi’s hand and walked her towards the fire.
There was a big bundle of firewood, plus a stack of blankets and cushions that Demi got to work spreading around to make something comfortable. Mason knelt down looking for anything to get the thing started, but all he saw was the wood and a bit of tinder.
“Super.” He sighed and started looking for decent sticks. At least with superhuman stamina and speed he could use friction well enough, but it would still take a minute. “Like I’m back in the God damn tutorial,” he muttered, prepping some wood as he started rubbing.
But it got better when Demi cuddled up and wrapped herself around him from behind. She held him and lay the side of her face flat against his back, as if listening to his heart beat.
“You scared me,” she said. “Don’t do that.”
“Sorry, but I already apologized to Carl,” he said, doing his best to turn and kiss her without losing his heat-building momentum. “Now do you want a fire or not?”
“Oh, that.” Demi grinned. Her eyes flashed with power, and the wood crackled and popped, then lit with a sparking blaze in the fireplace. Mason sat back and tossed in his sticks, giving her a glare. She started laughing, getting more out of control as he just stared.
“King Mason,” she said, wiping at her eyes, “Wolf of the West, and mighty ranger. Avatar of the horned god, reduced to rubbing sticks together. It’s priceless.”
“I could have blasted the thing with a giant lightning bolt. Or shot it with fire arrows. I’m being civilized.”
Demi nodded with a ‘sure, sure’ kind of energy, still laughing. He turned and threw her down into the pillows and blankets, diving in to crush her against the floor. Little motes of magic literally sprayed out of her like dust as she wrapped her legs around him.
Demi loved nothing more than to be crushed under his weight. To be covered and protected and safe beneath him. He felt her melting at the sensation, and she moaned and held him on top of her as he kissed her neck, trailing his way to her lips.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but closed her eyes and kissed him back, opening her mouth to take his tongue with another moan. Her thin body moulded to his, her thin dress pulling up as she moved her hips beneath him.
“I should punish you for that,” he said, pulling back to watch her eyes.
“Will there be laws against teasing you, lord?” She said, still wiggling against him. “Another tyrant of the holy city?”
He groaned and lay flat on top of her, burying his face in her neck as she stroked his hair.
“Don’t remind me. There’s so much to do.”
“Sorry.” She kissed his cheek. “I ruined the moment.”
“No.” He kissed the sensitive parts of her neck until she shivered. “Not possible. I’m exactly where I want to be. Though I feel like we should have wine or something. Not that I can get drunk.”
“I’m drunk enough,” she said, quietly, like it was embarrassing. He grinned and trailed a thumb over her lips, which opened as she tried to pull it in.
“Wait for us!” Haley called, clacking over carrying two bottles. She grinned and sat down next to them with her knees together, settling on a cushion with rolled eyes like she loved how soft it was. “These are for you,” she put the bottles in a brass container that materialized out of thin air. “I will just look on jealously.”
Naya walked up behind her looking a bit awkward again. She was also holding herself like she was cold. The nights were actually cool in the holy city, the palace more ‘old school’, without any automatic, modern sources of heat. Mason sat up and held out his hand until she took it. He helped her down beside him, moving off a whining Demi, pulling up one of the blankets.
“What do elves drink when it’s cold?” he said, laying Demi’s head in his lap as he pulled Naya in for a side hug. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed the side of her head. It was impossible not to notice the hardened nipples poking through her silk, the wave of goosebumps that moved down her arms.
“Tea,” Naya and Haley said together, making the elf laugh.
“It’s always tea,” Haley added, giving Naya a wink and another shoulder bump.
“We’re a…predictable people,” Naya said, looking into Mason’s eyes as he moved some hair out of her face, and trailed a finger down her bare arm. He leaned in and kissed her, pushing through the awkwardness he felt coming off her in waves.
She’d already been with him in a full on, group sex orgy with most of his girls—but it was when things were brand new, and she was trying to prove herself, or maybe fit in. Plus it had been with all the ‘concubines’. More…performative. With Rosa and Becky egging things on and getting possessive, making it all ridiculous.
This was different. This was the ‘inner circle’, without pretension or games. Mason wanted his guard down, wanted to be with all three women without managing hurt feelings or just dominating the room with lust. He wanted it to be normal and accepted.
He drew the kiss out until Naya relaxed. Like all elves she smelled amazing to his affinity, like some kind of Christmas spices and fruit. She had thick, amazing lips, and when she calmed down and really kissed him back it was like making out with melting chocolate.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed, lost in the moment. Haley came up beside them with a blanket around her shoulders like a cloak. She threw it around all of them with a giggle and a shiver, squeezing in for body heat.
“Don’t mind me,” she said, putting one arm around each of them. “Did I tell you Naya’s been trying to sleep in the bed with me and Becky?”
“You didn’t.” He grinned, trying to touch as much of both of them as he could. He also noticed Demi had started…shifting around in his lap. He couldn’t really see her under the blanket, but he felt hands moving up his thighs.
“It’s difficult,” Naya said. “You humans…you…” she shrugged, “you move so much.”
“You like our moving around sometimes,” he said, trailing his fingers up her back. Haley’s hand found his, and they touched each other as they touched Naya, wordlessly looking for the edges of those silk wrappings. The elven princess shivered and took deep breaths as they explored her.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Sometimes.”
He kissed her lips again, their tongues playing as Haley started unwrapping Naya like a present. A really good present. But he wasn’t actually trying to push things. He really was happy just touching and being with all three women. But he kind of wanted a few less pieces of clothing.
“I thought we’d do more cuddling,” he said, flinching as Demi started working at his pants. “We have all night.”
“We can multi-task,” Haley said, kissing the exposed skin as she unwrapped the elf, wiggling her eyebrows at Mason over her bare shoulders.
“I have no idea how you out-do my horniness.”
Haley opened her mouth in mock offence, then went back to kissing his other wife’s exposed skin. The elf moaned and turned her head to reveal more of her neck. Haley had a few layers off now, and Mason could see the elf’s perky breasts in all their glory, nipples pitching the last layer of silk like a tent.
“You forget my class,” his wife said, almost chastising. “It’s you doing it to me. All your powers and titles transferred to me. I’m a helpless victim.”
He chuckled and pulled his blonde beauty towards him to kiss those lips, pulling a strap off her shoulder. Naya was staring, so he took turns kissing them both until the last layer of silk fell. Haley shrugged off the other strap.
They both sat there waiting for whatever he wanted, long hair spilling down their shoulders, bare breasts exposed, firelight flickering in Naya’s dark eyes and Haley’s blue. He held back the groan as Demi’s hand curled around his manhood under the blanket.
“Poor Naya’s been so patient,” Haley said, still touching the elf like she could barely restrain herself. “I think if you didn’t take her soon she might explode.”
Naya gave her a look, thought it didn’t last long. She was also still practically panting, and looked like a cat being pet at Haley’s touch.
“I can wait as long as necessary, husband,” she said, voice shaky with need. “I don’t require any special attention.”
“Yes you do,” he said instantly, bringing her forward to kiss again, both hands moving to gently squeeze her youthful breasts. She moaned against his mouth, Haley sliding her tongue up the elf’s cheek, one hand in each of their hair. Demi was planting little kisses up and down his shaft now, and he could feel her warm breath as she stroked him.
To say he was hard was to say almost nothing. It was painful, the beauty and softness and femininity of the three women overwhelming. There was fucking, and then there was whatever was about to happen here.
He didn’t want it to end. And it didn’t have to. He really had won—he’d conquered the world of men. And the three women in his arms were his completely. All night. Every night. They belonged to him and he to them. And until the morning came or the world ended, he intended to spend every moment living accordingly.
“I badly want all three of you,” he said, looking into his elven and human wife’s eyes, moving a hand down to take Demi’s hair beneath the blanket. She moved enough away he could look down at her, and she grinned like a naughty school girl as she kept teasing his thighs with kisses.
“We’re yours,” Haley said, coming forward to squish her chest against him, letting her dress fall down to her knees. “However you want us. As long as you want us. We’re all yours.”
He slid a hand down to her ass to find a now exposed, tiny little thong, which somehow made it even sexier. He pulled Naya up to her knees the same way, right next to Haley, watching the silk slip down to expose her as completely naked underneath, her sex freshly shaved.
“Haley thought you might enjoy me like this,” she said, knees together, still battling her natural shyness. She looked so young and innocent it was hard to believe she was a hundred years old.
He held himself back, forcing a kind of patience, even as Demi’s lips slipped over his tip with a little moan, then moved back with a giggle as she kept on teasing him. He didn’t mind, and felt almost patient for the first time he could remember. He was in control, and he had nowhere else to be.
He kissed his elven bride and ran a thumb down Demi’s cheek, letting her suck it instead of his almost painful erection.
“I already enjoy every part of you,” he said, meeting Naya’s beautiful eyes. “But I love that you prepared for me. That you’re trying to please me.”
“Yes,” she said, as if he’d said some magic word. Her legs parted slightly as she kissed him again. “That’s what I want. To please you, husband. Please teach me how.”
He closed his eyes as all three women squished against him, lips and tongues on his mouth, hips and neck.
“Don’t worry,” he said, focusing on the feel of their soft bodies, their incredible natural scents, and the perfumes they’d worn just for him. “You’re off to a good start.”
