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Chapter 320: Last man
🕑 Added 2024-08-05 14:07:01 +0000 UTCCarl said he wanted to look around one last time, then wandered off around the Nexus site. Mason was preparing himself to level before something warm and wet moved up his thigh. For a small moment he thought it was Streak, but realized Becky’s head was still in his lap.
“It’s my last chance,” she whispered in the growing dark, running her hands over his crotch as she worked at his fly. Before he had a chance to respond she had his manhood out of the button, letting out a sigh as she started rubbing him over her lips.
“Carl’s right over there…” he muttered, not even convincing himself. “The others could be back any second.”
“Mmhmm,” Becky said, kissing his tip as she closed her eyes.
Mason noticed Streak watching and shooed him away, flooding him with as much annoyed emotion as possible. The wolf growled and plodded off, and Mason groaned as Becky’s mouth slid halfway down his growing shaft.
“Nothin’ to see here,” she whispered when she came back up. “Just nappin’ in my man’s lap.” She lowered her voice. “And swallowin’ his big ol’, delicious cock.”
Mason closed his eyes and took a grip on Becky’s ponytail with one hand, sliding the other under her shirt to squeeze a breast. She moaned and started sucking, silky lips squeezing harder around his shaft as she used her tongue.
A blowjob just might have been the best thing Mason hadn’t known he wanted. Something about surviving almost certain death always gave him every kind of hunger. He’d have preferred a long night with all his girls in bed. But this was a pretty close second.
“I’m officially bringing you on every trip,” he said as Becky took him in long, slow gulps. She shook with a little laugh, and he swapped the breast hand to her ponytail so he could slide the other down her back to grip her ass.
The urge to get his hand under her pants was irresistible, and pretty soon he was trailing his fingers over her panties.
She made a little noise of protest.
“No distractin’ me,” she said as she pulled up, still working him with her hand. “This is supposed to be quick.”
“Right. Quick.” Mason took his hand out out of her pants and forced her mouth back down with her ponytail. “Get back to work.”
Becky made a gulping sound as Mason pushed his way up to her throat. Then he relaxed and let her do her thing, eyes locked on her beautiful face as she bobbed on his cock.
“God I deserve this,” he said, letting out a breath, and hopefully a few memories of being eaten and roasted by a dragon. Becky was working him in a steady rhythm now, focused on her goal as she swallowed at least two thirds of him over and over with locked on lips.
Mason groaned at the sight and the feel, the reality of being pleasured by his beautiful cowgirl, who seemed in that moment to want nothing more than his cum in her mouth.
But then with his ever improving Blessing of Gaia he knew it might actually be true. Not only did it apparently taste great, it had some kind of drug-like…magical effect that damn near overwhelmed the occasional girl.
It was weird. And definitely a bit unfair. But Mason wasn’t complaining.
At some point he no longer cared if the others came back. Or that the invisible ‘Glassassin’ could be one hell of a creeper, if he was so inclined. Nothing was stopping this short of a robotic god.
He reached the point of no return, the pressure building until he groaned with anticipation. He was using Becky’s ponytail to guide her now, thrusting up as he fucked her mouth. She didn’t resist in the slightest, eyes closed as she sucked and let him use her like a toy.
He came hard and buried himself in Becky’s throat, always training her to handle more of his cock. She gagged but did her best, soon swallowing with a moan as she squeezed his balls and milked him with her lips and tongue for every drop.
Mason had no desire at all to move. He let her keep playing, keep sucking, letting his mind wander for a brief moment of bliss.
When Becky finally came up she was licking her lips with glazed eyes to flash him an adorable smile. Then she put him back in his fly and closed the button, giving his crotch a pat like she was telling it good job.
Then she lay her head back down in his lap like nothing happened, hugging his legs as she settled with a sleepy sigh. Mason leaned against the stone wall behind him, and did the same.
*
The other players popped back into existence with the stink of arcane magic. Mason was most of the way asleep and had a Claw out before he was fully conscious, nearly tossing Becky off his lap.
“Easy, big fella!” Seamus said, then gave a twirl. He was wearing some kind of…wizard’s robe that looked made out of shiny scales “Look at me,” he announced with his arms wide. “I’m beautiful.”
Phuong popped up next to him and shook his head, but was clearly too pleased to be anything but amused. Alex arrived last. The son of a bitch was wearing what looked like…chainmail. Mason grinned.
“Survivability after all.”
“Yes,” Alex said. “In the end, you were right.”
Becky and Carl were awake now. Becky just groaned and settled back into Mason’s lap, her hands a little too sneakily active for comfort, a mischievous smile on her lips. Carl hopped up to inspect the others as he rubbed his hands together.
“Well? Full report, soldiers. What are the new toys?”
Seamus gestured excitedly towards his robe and twirled again.
“I am far more handsome. And it boosts me spells. Especially the new one, which, I should probably try while we’re still in a desert. With nothing around…”
“What’s the class called?” Carl asked, and the Irishman actually looked a little sheepish.
“Ehm. Apocalypse Mage. Not like I picked the name, did I? So don’t go reading into things. Anyway. It’s brilliant.”
Mason and Carl exchanged a look, but Mason mostly agreed. Not that it made him feel any less uneasy. A dangerous, unpredictable rose by any other name…
“Alright. Go try out your power.” He gestured towards a sand dune in the distance. “Like way, way over there.”
Seamus grinned and took off, and Phuong lifted a hand. His sword materialized, but this one looked a hell of a lot closer to Carl’s than Mason’s. Like it wasn’t quite actually physical.
“I’ve leveled to ten, and therefore gained two new classes, Patron. A secondary and a prestige. My prestige is Soul Blade. I guess the system got my message.” He walked over to the huge, stone pyramid, focused a moment, then easily pushed his sword straight into the stone.
He pulled it out, then glanced back at the other players with a grin.
“Slightly terrifying,” Mason said. “I better remember that for the next duel. What about you, Alex?”
The Belarusian shrugged like it didn’t make much difference.
“Ten also. Two classes. Guardian, and…” here the man looked slightly awkward. “Sacred Pillar.”
Mason raised a brow. Carl burst out laughing.
“Oh shit, you’re a cleric. Guess I should have known. Bless us, father, for we have sinned. Will you hear my…wait do you Orthodox types do confession?”
Alex shifted his weight and glanced at Carl with obvious annoyance.
“You not funny man.”
“Oh don’t be like that. We’re all alive.” Carl clapped him on the shoulder and grinned. “We’re getting upgrades. We’re…”
Alex flicked off his hand and walked away, and the group went quiet in surprise. Phuong shook his head and gave Carl a scathing look.
“You Westerners. Just leave a man alone. You joke about everything.”
Carl looked legitimately surprised, and put up his hands in defeat.
“I didn’t mean anything.” He glanced at Mason with a little shrug. “I’ll apologize later. OK? No jokes about religion with Alex. Got it. Should we head back to town now? I assume the thing just sort of…”
The dark sky lit with flame, and the players all stopped and stared at the dune in the distance. Seamus was whooping and shrieking with glee as some kind of fiery…napalm like spell descended…all around him.
It hit the ground with a series of sizzles and explosions, then in a few moments everything was dark and quiet again. Seamus whooped one last time.
“That…is the very last man on earth who should be able to do that,” Carl said, to a general nodding of heads. Mason sighed and stood, getting the teleporter with its summon power.
“Only men like him are willing. You all ready to head back?”
The players nodded, Streak leaping up from the ground with a happy growl and the sudden and overwhelming thought of his pack, and fresh food.
Mason snorted and gave the wolf a scratch, trying to keep his mind from his women and all the complications sure to follow.
For today, at least, they’d won a great victory. And reaped the rewards. Whatever was coming next, they had to take a moment to enjoy success.
“Here we go,” Mason said, when Seamus came back puffing with a shit eating grin. He activated the beacon, watching the distasteful arcane magic spin up and fill the thing with power. “Well. Here you go.”
It gave him the ‘eligible’ candidates in range, and he selected the entire group. It couldn’t take all of them, so Mason would teleport them all back to Nassau, then follow with Wyrdwalking.
The beacon flared just as Becky gave him a wink. A second later, the players all vanished like smoke.
