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Chapter 440: Family honor
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 15:00:10 +0000 UTCThea (and Ayet) were soon watching Mason thrust into Naya on the edge of the pool. He’d lifted her up out of the water, pinning her against the stone as he took her, too horny to let discomfort stop him.
His elven bride’s face was flushed, her legs spread around him, her lips sucking at his tongue whenever he kissed her. She seemed oblivious to being watched, so eager he started to wonder if he wasn’t the only one who’d eaten the sex-cake.
Or possibly it was the pool doing something to her. His Blessing was already active without conscious thought in the Gaia-infused waters, and it maybe affected elves even more than humans.
Whatever the reason, Naya moaned constantly. When her eyes weren’t fluttering closed she stared into his eyes, and her tight, warm body squeezed desperately around his shaft. He understood the feeling.
Despite being buried inside her, it didn’t feel like enough. He had his hands all over her, trying to spread her from beneath and feel her folds even as he slid inside. When he couldn’t touch enough to satisfy him, he eventually took a handful of her hair and just held it tight as he rammed.
She seemed to love every second. Her eyes had rolled back entirely now, body flushing as she held her breath and came just from his thrusting. She clenched so hard she cried out, juices flowing visibly down his shaft as her sex started to feel like a flood.
Mason had no reason in the world to hold back. Between the elven cake and every ridiculous, magical boost to his libido, he felt like a never-ending fountain of lust. And it was what they were here for, after all.
With a final growl and a grip on Naya’s wide hips, he spread her even further and slammed deep in a brutal rhythm. He pulled her chest against his, kissing her as he filled the air with the sound of her flesh slapping against his.
She held him for dear life as he came, pressure blasting inside her eager sex as he groaned and released. When he finally blinked and glanced at the other women, he tried not to react as he saw Thea sitting on the edge of the pool, rubbing Ayet’s shoulders with her legs spread around her.
The nymph actually winked at him.
He looked away and and buried his face in Naya’s shoulder, erection still sheathed inside her. Despite feeling like he’d just emptied a few day’s worth of lust into his wife, it hadn’t even started to go down.
Naya was wiggling her hips, making a delighted little giggle as she noticed he was still rock hard.
“I don’t care if you even finish again, husband,” she whispered in his ear. “Take me however you wish. I can’t think of anything else. I feel…like I’m going mad with desire.”
Mason’s mind was clouding over again, but fortunately he didn’t really need it. He just kept sliding into his elven wife’s incredible body, feeling her twitch and squeeze and tremble around him as she wiggled and moaned.
“Careful now, druid,” called Thea from the other side. “You’ll need to save some strength. You have another moon daughter to make fertile.”
Mason’s clouded mind slowly caught up, and he froze. What did she say? He looked over to see Ayet with a similar reaction. He glanced at Naya to see she looked equally confused. Thea looked between them all and frowned.
“It will only be required once. After this, you will be fertile without Gaia’s waters. How much I cannot say. But with the druid’s many gifts, and my power, I should think it quite effective.”
“I don’t think you understand,” Mason said. “Naya is my wife. It’s only going to be her.”
Thea’s perpetually pleasant face transformed into something…less kind. She stopped touching Ayet and stood at the edge of the pool.
“You came to me. You asked for the blessing of Gaia’s waters, and I welcomed you as friends, despite your…heritage. And now you say you didn’t even intend to use that gift? Do the daughters of the moon insult my mistress again?”
Mason had never seen Thea so angry, and didn’t have a damn clue what was happening. Naya looked surprised and embarrassed. Ayet looked mortified.
“I apologize, honored daughter of Gaia.” Ayet looked down at the water and blinked. “I should have thought…I didn’t mean…we meant no offense.”
“Your intent is irrelevant,” Thea said, looking at Mason now. “A gift is rejected. A price must be paid. I will begin the ritual.”
Mason was pretty sure a ‘ritual’ meant summoning Gaia to slap all their ass cheeks. He’d probably wake up in a cave with broken legs again and have to drink some kind of poison while listening to a lecture.
Not so bad, in the grand scheme of Mason’s suffering. Though the elves didn’t know that.
He was also still hard and buried in a naked Naya. If anything she seemed to be thinking even less clearly than him, but she and her mother were exchanging subtle, probably meaningful looks.
“When I said…I hadn’t meant…my lord,” Naya said, then shrugged. “But…he has several concubines already, mother.”
Mason blinked, looking between the elven women with what he thought was understanding, but definitely couldn’t be understanding. Ayet said nothing. Her daughter went on.
“I know you don’t like the…scent, or really the sight of humans, mother. But…he’s really very different. I think it’s because he’s a druid. And…” she made a little moan as she moved and remembered where she was. “I, um. Well, I’m your daughter. And I am definitely enjoying it.”
So Mason was maybe actually understanding. He looked at Ayet again hoping for clarity, his lust promising they could overcome all obstacles. She met his eyes.
“I don’t think I’d mind.”
Naya closed her eyes and licked her lips like a drunk person trying to think. She pushed against Mason as if to say he should back up, and he slowly eased himself out of her. They both sighed at the loss of contact, then Naya gave him a quick kiss and swam towards her mother.
“We could raise children together,” she whispered, taking her mother’s hands. She lowered her voice even more, but Mason could still hear it. He considered splashing around or something to distract his ears, but he kind of figured this concerned him, too.
“I know we haven’t been…as close as we could be,” Naya said. “But don’t you think this would change things?”
“Maybe, daughter, but he’s your husband. It’s only happened in Shariss a few times in a thousand years.”
“Yes, but it has happened. And my position as wife will never change. I want you to be happy, to be protected. To have a future. And there’s no other human lords. I know you won’t take a commoner.”
Both women turned and looked at Mason like they were inspecting a prize horse. Their wet hair dangled at their shoulders, the top of their breasts barely showing in the water. They were obviously related, but where Naya was dark and almost Arabian, probably like her father, her mother was far more Caucasian, her long brown hair with a bit of curl.
Mason had never really had a type. These days it was mostly just ‘naked and willing’, and on top of beautiful, these two elven women were that in spades. They were also discussing the details of exactly how they’d belong to him. Including in the next few moments. It was a lot to take in.
“I know it’s unusual, husband,” Naya said more loudly. “But would you be willing to accept Ayet as your concubine? For the gift of your protection, she would do her best to serve you, and to adapt to your household. You can consider it a…marriage favor. A gift from husband to wife.”
Mason couldn’t seem to stop staring, sparing a brief glance at a very smug looking Thea. As usual, he wondered just how much of this was the creature’s deception.
“Uh. Yeah,” he managed. “Sure.”
Naya beamed and pulled her mother into a hug.
“We’ll be like sisters, too,” she said. “And we’ll get to see each other every day. Oh I hadn’t even dreamed of this but I think it will be wonderful. I won’t feel so outnumbered in that house. And he’s a very talented lover, mother, you’ll see.”
“Yes,” Ayet said, seeming far more nervous and embarrassed than her daughter. “I was…watching.”
Thea sat back down on the side of the pool, her face warming again.
“Then it seems no gift has been rejected. Take her now, druid, and a ritual won’t be required.”
“Oh,” Naya said, looking a bit less sure. “I’d almost forgotten about...that. I know it’s sudden, Mother, but…perhaps the nymph could…help you? To become…ready?”
“That won’t be necessary,” Ayet said, swallowing visibly. “If your husband makes the contract formal. I…I can do my duty.”
Contracts. Right. Mason suddenly wished Haley were with them, possibly in more ways than one. He pulled up his profile query with no idea how to find ‘concubine contracts’ other than some kind of search, and sure enough.
RoboGod’s ridiculous game let people drown again and again in some tutorial, seemingly unable to anticipate a bunch of terrible situations. But it was fully ready to hammer out the details of an elven concubine contract. The fucking thing.
Mason skimmed the details but didn’t see anything meaningful enough to worry him. She’d join his house, any children would be official, she’d be owed a certain standard of living. He swiped the acceptance with his eyes, and Ayet blinked and put a hand to her mouth. She was obviously breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she stared.
“It’s done, then,” she whispered. “I belong to him.”
Again Naya hugged her mother, turning to look at Mason with her head on her bare shoulder.
“Thank you, husband. You have done our family so much honor.”
Yeah, he thought. I’m pretty sure I’m going to honor both of you quite a lot. Starting now.
His mind was already plunging into a sea of lust, imagination running wild with scenes of mother and daughter, one after the other. Or maybe both at the same time…
Jesus, Mason, he tried pitifully to scold himself.
It was too far. They’d need separate rooms at least. Naya would stay in the big bed. Ayet would be on her own. That would work. That would be reasonable, right? Did all this make him some kind of degenerate creep?
God, he realized—he was going to have to explain this to the girls. To everyone.
‘No, no,’ he imagined saying, ‘it’s not like that, I’m honoring them! I’m really the hero in this situation and not at all a pervert!’
Thea was back behind Ayet, rubbing her shoulders again. Naya lifted her head and kissed her mother’s cheek.
“I’ll be right over here. But you’ll be fine.”
Ayet swallowed again as Mason started coming forward. Unlike his wife seemed to believe, he knew Ayet wasn’t actually dreading this. If anything, he suspected she was afraid of revealing just how much she was about to enjoy herself.
He had a lot of words on the tip of his tongue about the first time they’d met. Partly out of anger, partly out of boredom, she’d propositioned him right then and there. But he knew it was also partly due to lust.
The acceptance of this new reality was slowly starting to sink in, and Mason’s heart was beating faster as he got close enough to touch. Ayet wasn’t nearly the innocent, sweet, obedient girl her daughter was.
She was stubborn and maybe spiteful. A talented enchantress, and the once wife of an important elven lord, who played politics well enough to sit on the fey city’s council.
When she’d first looked at Mason it was as some lesser thing. Something to slake her lust on, a temporary distraction from a life doomed to boredom and dismissal.
Since then she’d watched him intimidate and use the elven leadership that ignored her. She had watched her daughter take him as a husband, and just a moment ago watched him fuck her until she came in his arms.
Now he was going to do the same thing to her.
The reality was, every bit of hope she had left in this world was because of him—that lesser thing she had dismissed those weeks ago. She belonged to him. His concubine. And when they were alone he fully expected to remind her of a few of these things, whether with words, or without them.
But as he closed the gap between them and pulled her chest against his, bringing out a tiny, startled moan as he stared into her brown eyes, he was pretty sure she knew.
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Hugh Peeble
Ole! How many elves does he need to get pregnant to get his quest resolved? After this it should be 2 less or else Thea’s pool needs recalibration. Haley is going to have to lay down the law with Ayet about how their children are to be treated and the dire consequences if anything should happen to any of Mason’s children and other “concubines”…
