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Chapter 64: ...continued
🕑 Added 2023-08-16 14:00:06 +0000 UTCMason woke with the dawn. Streak was already awake and watching the trees, Becky asleep and comfortable in his arms. It had been a warm enough night, and between the good bedrolls and sharing body heat, they’d been able to sleep without trouble. But if he was honest, he’d felt like he wasted it by sleeping, and sighed at the incredibly sexy girl in his arms.
He also realized Rebecca was moving slightly, her ass rubbing against him, his morning erection in full swing. Her eyes flickered, a small grin turning her lips, and Mason wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or just dreaming about sex. He decided he didn’t care.
He cupped her breasts and started fingering her clit in the morning light, moving his cock between her legs. She moaned slightly, then he was pushing inside her warm, very wet sex.
She tensed and gripped his legs, taking several thrusts before she started pushing back against him. Her breathing increased, her face turning up so he could claim her lips.
“Up and at ‘em, you two,” Blake called happily as he plopped some firewood under a pot. “I want some breakfast. And then we’ll head to our destiny, plenty of time today to explore.”
The only thing Mason currently wanted to explore was how deep he could get inside Rebecca. Also he couldn’t actually see his brother from behind her hair, but he had no intention of stopping. He just kept moving his hips and sliding his cock inside her as he massaged her breasts under the protection of the bedroll.
“A few more minutes,” he managed with a tone that would have fooled most people.
“Really? More?” Blake, of course, knew instantly. He dropped his firewood and turned back towards the trees. “We’re on a damn mission here,” he muttered. “And you’re really making us look bad. Seul-ki, we need more firewood!”
“What?” she called back. “That was plenty. What are you cooking?”
Mason grinned and watched in pleasure as the blush worked its way up Becky’s body.
“They know I’m fucking you right now,” he whispered in her ear to make it worse.
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, almost trying to shrink under the bedroll to hide. It only made Mason harder.
“It’s OK,” he said, “we’ll make it a quickie. Stick that amazing ass out and I’ll cover it with cum.”
Blake was right, after all, they did have things to do.
She stuck out her ass just as he’d told her, and he worked her hard and fast, needing nothing else but the feel of her hot, wet sex, and the sight of her taking the full length of him despite her embarrassment.
“I don’t think I can cum knowing they’re listening,” Becky whined, and Mason almost snorted. He wrapped a hand underneath and played with her clit while he drove inside, and soon enough she was moaning and trying to muffle her cries as his fingers soaked with her juices.
His orgasm followed, and he pulled out with rather heroic effort, blasting all over her ass and back before sliding his cock between her cheeks.
Her ass was so soft and comfortable he really didn’t want to move, but he sighed and found the already stained silk shift to give her another good wipe. Becky finally opened her eyes and turned her face to look at him.
“I was loud, wasn’t I?”
Mason just chuckled in response.
“Oh God I’m so embarrassed.” Becky groaned. “I can’t go out there.”
Mason laughed and pulled back the sleeping bag as he stood, giving her bare ass a good, hard slap before she scrambled to cover herself.
“They know we’re together. And he’s my brother. Don’t worry about it.”
“They’re not going to say anything?”
Mason smiled politely. “Blake...is like a shark. If he senses blood in the water he'll probably say something. But it’ll be tasteful.”
Becky buried her face in the sleeping bag until Mason grabbed her hands and pulled her up naked. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and sighing as he ran his hands up and down her curves. “Stop worrying. And get dressed quickly, or they’re going to see you naked and dripping.”
“Oh. My. God.”
Becky scrambled to dress as Mason put on some boxers and stretched. She at least was mostly ready when Blake and Seul-ki returned and pretended like nothing happened. They all ate breakfast, packed up their camp, and hiked the last few miles to the great tree in a comfortable silence.
It occurred to Mason as they approached the clearing that different dungeons might recommend or even demand different numbers of players. This particular dungeon might be for one man, or it might be for twenty, and since it wasn’t the tutorial anymore it might not even tell him exactly. What had the first one actually said? He couldn’t even remember.
“Uh, Mason. I don’t see any giant trees.” Blake squinted as he looked at the clearing.
“Right.” Mason forgot he hadn’t explained. “So there’s…intelligent creatures living inside it, protecting it with magic. Unless you’ve got nature affinity, I think, you’re not really welcome. And actually it seems you need to be a druid specifically to really get their attention.”
Blake just stared, waiting for the solution.
“I guess I should go talk to them,” Mason sighed. “You can go into the clearing, if you like. It’s probably the safest solution. But if you do you’ll be trapped in thick mist and probably unable to even find each other until the creatures decide otherwise. So I’ll leave it up to you.”
“We’ll stay out here.” Blake said, then set himself down on a log. “You’re sure these creatures will let us in? Have you got anything they want?”
Mason cleared his throat as he recalled exactly what he had—which involved an afternoon of banging two hot nymphs at the same time.
“Yeah. Anyway, they want the tree cleared, so it shouldn’t take any convincing.”
“Alright.” Blake yawned and looked prepared for a nap. “Tally ho, and all that. Come and get us when you’re finished.”
Mason told Streak to stay, gave Becky a slightly guilty peck on the lips, and finally a nod to Seul-ki. Then he moved into the clearing.
Comments
hawkshe .
Not sure how I feel about the fact that he didn't mention the dryads to Becky before going. Actually, did he even mention them to his other girlfriend/assistant? Like, I know the French chick wouldn't mind, but there's a difference between not mentioning something and withholding that information.
