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Chapter 539: An accord
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 14:00:11 +0000 UTCAs Mason watched the two beautiful girls getting cozy, he was starting to think his dick had a point. Maybe they should do something. The girls were on opposite sides, and the mattress was at least a ‘king’ and maybe a bit bigger.
So Becky was right—there was plenty of room. But the girls were also both naked, and apparently intending for Mason to lie down between them…
This made the options officially: sex and sleep; or lie awake all night with a raging hard on. But no matter how it seemed, he still didn’t want to push things. He didn’t know how drunk Becky was—if she was just being Becky and not thinking things through, or if she was pushing this in some kind of direction.
He couldn’t believe she was. OK yes, she’d been in plenty of threesomes with him at this point, and had gotten pretty comfortable with a bed full of women all lusting for him. But she didn’t take easy to new girls. Also the rooms weren’t exactly…private.
The goblins had left gaps in the structure, maybe for pipes, maybe just for goblin architecture. But whatever the reason they could all hear some of the others mumble or cough or clack dishes together. If the three of them started going at it like bunnies, everyone was going to hear.
Mason kept his vestment pants on and climbed into the bed. He slipped under the sheet and tried not to think of the girls, getting flat on his back and as comfortable as possible. To have Becky and Demi so close and not touch either of them felt like torture, but he kept to himself.
Becky tossed and turned like always. Demi lay still like him, a reflection of his discomfort. He hadn’t so much as looked at them after he got in, afraid if he did he wouldn’t look away.
“I wanna cuddle,” Becky mumbled, crawling towards him.
“Ahh.” He blinked and glanced at Demi, who turned at the same moment. “Not sure that’s…smart. Or fair. Or…something.”
“She can cuddle, I don’t care.” Becky plowed right into him, forcing her way under his arm. She pressed her face against his chest and sighed, eyes drooping.
Demi stared at Becky’s arm as it draped across him, anger or jealousy or something bad flashing. Mason had no idea what to do. What he wanted was for Demi to scoot up and join them. But if she did he was definitely not getting any sleep. Even so, it’s what he wanted.
After a swallow, and some kind of mental decision, Demi did just that. Mason took a deep breath as she moved up next to him, giving him a quick, shy smile and a kiss on the shoulder before lying down and finding somewhere free for her arm. They lay there a minute, stiff and unsure now, even the drunk Becky.
“OK,” Demi said, breaking the tension. “We need an accord.”
Becky sat up and stared at the other girl across his chest.
“What?”
“You heard.”
“Don’t think so. Cause I’m pretty sure you said we need an accordion.”
“No.” Demi rolled her eyes and sat up higher on an elbow. Becky did the same. The girls started some kind of staring contest and Mason had no idea what to do. “We need rules. An agreement. You can’t just…” she gestured at Becky’s arm. “We didn’t even agree that cuddling was on the table!”
“Oh come on, cuddlin’ ain’t even cheatin’. I cuddled with my grandma.”
“When you were butt naked?”
Becky snorted and put a hand over her mouth, and even Demi grinned.
“Alright.” The cowgirl blew out a breath. “Call ‘em road girl rules. We’re gonna have to share him again, so you’re right. We’ll need some kinda guidelines.”
“OK. Good.” Demi looked like she was relaxing. “What were you thinking?”
“I dunno. I’m kinda drunk, and you’re the one who brought it up. Why don’t we just…take turns fuckin’ ‘em.”
Demi swallowed and went pink. Mason was pretty sure he was holding his breath.
“You mean…just…roll over while you…what am I supposed to do? Wait? Watch?”
Becky rolled her eyes. But her face scrunched up as she thought about it.
“Dunno. I usually just do what Mason says.” She finally looked at him. “Speakin’ of which, you’re bein’ awfully quiet, city boy.”
Oh yes, as a mouse. Mason slowly let out the breath he was holding. Also a lot of his blood was draining somewhere that didn’t help him think. Both girls had their tits squashed against him, and Becky’s fingers were unconsciously trailing over his chest.
The scent and feel of two beautiful women, plus the nature of the discussion, was all sending lightning through his body. As they turned their attention on him, it became obvious the sheet was starting to rise around his crotch. He felt two pairs of eyes lock on target.
“Stop touching him,” Demi hissed. “We’re not done talking about this.”
“Ain’t we? I say it’s turns, unless you got a better idea. Oh please let me go first. It feels like it’s been forever.”
“If Demi’s not comfortable we’re not doing anything.”
Mason could literally smell the girl’s anxiety. Becky made some kind of whining noise, but he ignored her. He turned and gave Demi a smile so she knew it was alright.
“I can go to the floor. I don’t think we can handle ourselves like this. And we’re safe but I think…”
“I don’t want that,” Demi said in a rush. Her eyes flicked down, then crept back up to the white sheet being made into a tent. “I agree. We can…take turns. I mean if…I don’t want to sit in a corner or something. Can we just stay like this?”
Mason’s sheet tent grew. He did his best to control his heart rate, pulling Demi closer and kissing her forehead.
“We can do whatever you want. If you don’t like it, we stop. We don’t have to do anything.”
Demi smiled, and he kissed her lips. She was still feeling anxious, but he could sense the growing comfort now. Maybe even excitement—like she was trying a new thing but trusted him to protect her. It made him more excited, too.
Becky was humping his leg on the other side, her wet lips and tongue on his arm. He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her ass to let her know he was paying attention, then trailed his fingers down between her cheeks.
He deepened his kiss with Demi, her lips opening with a moan. She sucked at his tongue the moment it touched hers.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, panting and staring into his eyes.
“You’ll get used to it,” Becky mumbled, hand drifting down over his stomach. “And then it gets…” she took a breath as she found him, fingers tickling the base of his shaft. “Better.”
Mason took Demi’s hand and slid it over, too. The girls touched and explored, Demi shyly, putting her other hand to her face. But she kept touching, kept playing. Soon they were cupping his balls and stroking him softly, their hands sliding over one another less awkwardly as they roamed.
He was rock hard now, the softness of his women’s hands and bodies against him driving him wild.
He kept making out with Demi, moving a hand down her exposed back to cup her pert ass, too. When Becky made another desperate, whining moan, he turned and kissed her. She shoved her chest against his arm, attacking his mouth like she was in heat.
Demi’s hand gripped his shaft. Her legs clamped hard over his like she was trying to pull him back. Her emotions flooded out with her power, a heady cocktail of jealousy, attraction, and aggression.
She wanted to grab his face and turn him—to mount him right there and push Becky out of the bed. But behind it came regret and concern for her, too.
Mason gave her another turn, feeling a new sense of urgency and lust as their lips touched. He could feel her opening up to the experience—getting comfortable with the thought of Becky as a partner and not a competitor as every second passed. But he knew he still had to be careful—to take his time. To make sure they both felt safe and given his attention.
“Do you want to watch her ride like this, lying next to me? You can touch anything. Ask for whatever you want. We’ll go slow.”
Demi bit her lip and started squirming against his leg.
“So then…I’d go after?”
“Only if you want. We can do something else. We can stay just like this all night.”
She smiled and kissed him, still wiggling in his arm.
“I’m pretty comfy. This is…kinda fun.”
He grinned and kissed her again, still holding Becky back from mounting him right then and there. It was a good thing he was strong because she was fighting it. Demi noticed the cowgirl trying to turn the bed into a rodeo, and took a breath.
“OK,” she said. “I’m still nervous, but I’ll try.”
Mason deepened the kiss again, letting go of Becky to use both hands to hold Demi’s face. As soon as she was ‘free’, Becky put a leg over his waist and mounted him.
Her knee squished down between Mason and Demi’s waists. Demi’s eyes were wide as she stared, her trembling fingers reaching out to brush Becky’s hip. The cowgirl giggled.
“That tickles.”
“Um, sorry.”
“I don’t mind.” Becky took Demi’s hand and slapped it on her ass with a big grin. She held it there as she arched her back and moved over Mason’s shaft. He felt her warmth and wetness press down, her slick sex sliding against him. She moaned and started grinding him against her, still holding Demi’s hand in place.
The native girl looked like a horny deer in the headlights. She stared up at Becky, eyes raking over everything. Mason kept her in close but otherwise didn’t move.
Becky got impatient and lifted herself, guiding him to her opening. She froze as his tip went in, lowering to take him inch by inch with a series of gasps. She shuddered as she buried him, his whole world becoming the soft warmth of her core.
Getting Becky in bed would be enough to make most men thank their lucky stars. The fact that Mason had her dripping wet to ride him while he turned most of his attention on the other beautiful girl beside him…well.
He was glad that demon hadn’t killed him.
Demi gave him a raised brow and a grin, and he remembered she could ‘smell’ his emotions and maybe even thoughts. But what the hell could he say? It was just true. He couldn’t imagine a better place to be, and the only thing missing were a few of his other women…
But Demi seemed too overwhelmed to worry about him much. Becky had started to slowly ride him, her silky smoothness making him groan. The cowgirl closed her eyes and smiled like some model at a fashion shoot. Then she took Demi’s hand and brought it up to suck on her fingers.
Demi’s nipples hardened, and Mason grinned as he kissed her neck. He reached down behind her, spreading her legs enough to start playing and fingering.
She was soaking wet, and he groaned as a fresh wave of lust shot through him. Demi’s flood of emotions didn’t help. She was really enjoying the sight and feel of Becky’s thick lips on her fingers, and even the sight of her riding Mason’s cock.
“I think…I like this,” she whispered, as much to herself as him. He grinned and kept kissing her neck and cheek until she turned and gave him her mouth. They kissed and fingered as Becky rode and sucked, lost in the moment of shared intimacy and lust.
Becky came fast as usual, this time with a loud, shuddering moan. Mason hissed for her to be quiet, but the drunken cowgirl didn’t seem to care. Demi giggled and tried to cover her mouth. But Becky just grabbed the girl’s wrist and tried to deep throat her fingers, still riding right through her orgasm.
“Shit…I…” Demi was flushed now as Mason pumped his fingers inside her. He pulled her hand wet from Becky’s lips and put it between her own legs.
“Touch yourself.”
Demi rubbed her clit as Mason fingered her from behind, her eyes still open, still watching him fuck Becky. She shook and held her breath, flushing as she tightened around his fingers and came. As she recovered she spread her legs wider and wiggled against Mason’s hand, finally turning to stare into his eyes.
So yeah. She liked this. The magic and emotion pouring out of her were all screaming yes, and whatever reservations she’d felt were crumbling away. Mason could have filled Becky right then and there, but held himself back. He had plenty to give, but wanted it to be perfect.
He wanted his girls overcome with lust and pleasure, begging for him to finish. Because he’d been right about one thing: the raid and every other stupid thing be damned—it was going to be a long night.
