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Chapter 478: Almost
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 14:00:20 +0000 UTCMason didn’t want to just get up and leave the feast. After his experience with the elves, he knew cultural offence could be swift and confusing, and he figured he’d wait until Night Eyes sorted things out. Lila wasn’t quite so patient.
The horny Australian was officially groping him under the table. The damn toga he’d put on for the feast left him pretty exposed, and her hands were touching everything she could squeeze. It wasn’t like Mason was complaining, but the girl was playing with fire.
How did you tell someone ‘I’m a superhuman sex machine and if you turn me on I don’t know what’s going to happen to you’? Also he was pretty sure she’d think that was great and not scary, which was only half right.
“Let’s sneak away,” Lila whispered in his ear, not even hiding it as she pressed her chest against his arm. He felt the piercings in her hardening nipples, and apparently another piercing in her tongue as she licked his ear. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
She grabbed the body part in question as she said the word, and that was pretty much that. Mason sat up and gripped a handful of Lila’s hair as he growled. She flinched with surprise, mouth opening as she met his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Go tell Night Eyes I’m tired and want to sleep. Tell him I’m thankful for the feast. Then come back and tell me what he says.”
Lila’s nipples entered glass cutting territory. She nodded and went off without a word, and Mason watched her curves as she went. What was left of his useful, rational brain warned about possible ambush in the night. But he cut it off. He didn’t intend to do any sleeping.
Lila came back and started to explain that Night Eyes told him he could go anywhere in the camp he wished, and that Lila was to…look after him. She said the last part with a grin, and he started pulling her back towards her tent.
Halfway there he heard a familiar voice, and the large form of Palacus moved in front of them both. The centaur was smiling and holding a huge skin of something that smelled alcoholic.
“There you are! I’ve told some meaningless tribe of nobodies what a songbird you are, Lila, and they practically called me a liar. You must sing. Maybe dance. I want those arrogant idiots to see what uncivilized barbarians they are.”
Mason could have ripped the son of a bitch in half. Literally. But that was his unreasonable dick talking and it probably wasn’t a turn-on to kill a woman’s savior right in front of her just because he wanted a tune.
“I would,” she said, squirming at Mason’s side, “but Night Eyes asked me to take the Hunter to a bed. He’s tired, and…”
“So bring him!” Palacus waved his drink and grinned. “Tired is nothing to great warriors. Come. Sit with honor and listen to our beautiful songbird.”
Mason fought his lust with every fiber of his being, and won. But it was close.
“Thank you. How can I say no?” He gave Lila a little push and a ‘make it quick’ kind of stare. She smiled politely and gave her protector an affectionate pat on the flank like a horse. Then they were back in a sea of tables and centaur, and Mason sat beside the creatures, trying to squeeze a patient square through his circular soul.
There didn’t seem to be any violent undertones, at least. The centaur were truly just laughing and drinking and soon enough Lila was up on a table singing something that must have been a centaur song. She danced, too, but it was more like an Irish folk dance than a girl in a club.
The centaur were soon all cheering and clapping and clearly obsessed with human legs, which Mason supposed made sense. With these particular legs, he found himself staring, too.
Lila’s body was fit and thin. She had a beautiful voice and an easy charm as she sang to the crowd and took turns looking at her hosts. When she finally met Mason’s eyes and grinned he went harder than when she’d grabbed him.
The centaur all called for an encore, pounding fists or cups like a drum beat as she did another kind of tap dance then bowed to a round of applause.
“You see?” Palacus was practically spitting drunkenly in some other centaur’s face. “I have the finest slave in the camp. Who denies it?”
Mason winced at the word, and decided it was time to go. With the centaur distracted, he lifted Lila off her table by the waist, looking into her eyes as he set her down.
“Thanks,” she said, flipping her hair and running a hand through it before she looked at him again and smiled. Mason entwined their fingers and led her away, snaking through the large creatures until they were out from the feast and totally alone outside Lila’s tent.
“He doesn’t usually call me that,” she said, looking up at the moon.
“What?” Mason did his best not to push her inside and tear off her clothes. But he knew what she meant.
“Slave. I forget sometimes. I know I can’t leave, but I never wanted to. Is there really a tree city full of people?”
“There is. I should know—it’s my city. Some idiot called it Nassau, but it stuck. There’s a Nexus, running water, more than enough to eat. It has high walls and a beautiful temple with a Great Tree. A lot of other things.”
Lila watched his eyes as he talked, a grin spreading across her face.
“I don’t know what half of those things mean. But it sounds wonderful.”
Mason nodded, not really thinking clearly. They were pressed together now, his hands around her waist, her hands on his chest. The lost moment of sexual tension was coming back quickly, and Lila was looking a bit less confident than she had an hour ago. At least until she smiled.
“So…I’d basically be fucking the king? Or the mayor or something? My parents would have been so proud.”
“Baron, technically.” Mason grinned. “And if you follow me into that tent, you might be begging for your mom before morning.”
Lila laughed and pushed even closer. “Aren’t we confident.” Her hands drifted down and cupped him over the toga, and she got on her tiptoes to touch his ear with her lips. “But I think I’ll be calling Daddy instead.”
Mason’s vision turned some version of red. He gripped Lila’s ass with both hands, and carried her inside.
**
Mason’s lust setting was bouncing between ‘impress’ and ‘dominate’. He kissed Lila’s lips as he set her down in the tent, but her tongue was in his mouth instantly, her mouth open and legs spreading as she worked at the belt around his ‘toga’.
He could smell her arousal, and suddenly her dress was the last straw for his patience. He pulled it straight up around her waist, then lifted her high off the ground by her ass. She shrieked in something between surprise and delight as he set her legs over his shoulders like a reverse piggyback.
She gasped as he spread her legs and buried his face between, licking his way up her already wet and open slit. She had a small patch of short hair above her sex, like she shaved but maybe not in a week or two. He licked his way around and through it, then straight back to her clit and opening.
“OK,” she said, twitching as he licked. “Didn’t…expect that.”
She gripped his hair with both hands, squirming as he nibbled and sucked and carried her towards the small stack of furs that must have been a bed.
He did his best to remind his libido this was a civilian and he had to be careful. His loose plan was to get her so wet she could take pretty much anything, then bang her beyond ‘pretty much’.
He dropped her down to the furs and kept working her, using his fingers now too and sliding a hand up under her dress to grip a breast. He got her nice and close to orgasm before backing off. She groaned and gave him an almost crazed look of lust.
“You have to earn it, first. Take off your dress.”
Lila arched her back and wiggled her dress up over her head, incredible body on full display. Her surprisingly large tits bounced out with pierced nipples fully erect. She tossed the dress and spread her legs, one hand drifting down between, the other to her lips so she could suck a finger.
He grabbed the hand between her legs and took it away, shaking his head.
“Not till I tell you. Get on your knees.”
Lila jumped up like there was a fire. She bit her lip and worked off his toga, looking up at him as she tossed her hair and smiled.
“You’ll have to stop me, or I’ll suck you dry.”
“Who says I’ll stop you?”
Lila half moaned and half whined as she stripped him, then smiled again as she ran her hands over his hard on.
“Hello,” she said like she was meeting a sexy new friend. She curled both hands around him and planted little kisses on his tip, licking before she plunged him between her pouty lips with a moan.
Mason shuddered as his world shrunk and narrowed down to Lila’s warm, wet mouth. For a little while he just watched her work, hands and tongue curling around his shaft, mouth bobbing with obvious expertise.
He was tempted to let her take the edge off right then. But she pushed at his legs like she wanted him down, so he lay back on the furs. She crawled up his body like a cat, grinning as she kissed his lips and sunk against his body with a moan.
She felt amazing against his skin, and she was already sliding herself against his erection, tits squashed into his chest.
“Please, I can’t wait,” she begged, then put a hand back and lined him up before he’d said anything, plunging him halfway before she froze and closed her eyes. She shuddered and slid him deeper, inch by inch until he was buried in her amazing heat.
She opened her eyes and grinned at him again like she’d gotten away with something, leaning down to kiss him softly as she wiggled and sighed.
“Most guys don’t last long when I ride,” she whispered, moving her hips and arching her back as she slid up and down his shaft. Mason just smiled, not really fighting an orgasm. He was perfectly happy to let Lila ride him off. But she’d be in for a surprise once she had.
She moved like a damn porn star, getting just to his tip before plunging him back down in smooth, steady motions. Pretty soon she had her head back, hands on his chest, a huge smile on her face as she rode and let out breathy, high pitched squeals.
He slapped her ass but mostly just gripped and touched and let her do her thing. She had little moles and freckles across her body he couldn’t stop touching, and just mapping them all out with his fingers kept him occupied. In a few minutes she was sweating and licking her lips, and Mason did his best not to laugh.
“Oh you feel so good,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
He was more than ready to give her a first fill. He watched her tits bounce with those exotic nipple piercings, her wavy black hair loose and swaying with the effort to take his cock. Her hips and ass twerked to take him in, faster and faster as her eyes rolled back and she squeezed around his shaft.
He let her do it all. She didn’t freeze up or slow down as she came, working him and watching his eyes as he let his release build and crescendo. It occurred to him they probably should have figured out where he’d finish, but it was too late for that. His first blast made Lila twitch and lose her rhythm.
He knew his improved Blessing of Gaia would make it like a new drug she hadn’t experienced, even though he hadn’t turn the active portion on. Not to mention whatever his nymph and moon god titles and maybe Stag blessings were doing. She shook and managed to keep going, milking him as she cried out.
Mason sighed and lay back as another beautiful woman drained him, the urgent, slightly insane portion of his lust at least calmed down. When they’d both finally finished, she flopped on top of him with a sultry chuckle, kissing his neck and chin.
“I told you you wouldn’t last long,” she whispered, looking just about ready to sleep. Mason let her get comfortable and figure it out. She wiggled a little and moaned, slowly moving against his still very hard erection.
“Oh my. You really are a young stud, aren’t you?” she grinned and kept wiggling. “Feels almost like you could go again.”
Mason took another moment just to enjoy Lila’s body pressed against him, her lips and hair and softness against his skin. Then he turned her over and drove deep, smiling as she gasped and wrapped her legs around his back.
“Almost,” he said, then started pounding her into the furs.
Comments
Steven Wilson
yeaaah, she's not going to be standing in the morning, or be able to feel her legs for that matter...HELL she'll probably follow mason home just to have more of his dick!!!
