The First Great Game (A Litrpg/Harem Series)

Chapter 360: She had a long night (NSFW)

Mason woke with four mouths moving over his body. He sighed and put his hands behind his head, taking turns kissing his girls as they giggled and kept trying everywhere.

"He ‘ain’t ticklish at all," Becky complained. Mason pulled her up from his knee, then put his hardening length to her lips.

"Try here," he said, then sent her gulping down his shaft.

"And here we were just trying to have some innocent fun," Haley said, running her hands over his chest as she cuddled beside him.

"Best get ready," he said. "You're riding it next."

The other girls went to help Becky, and pretty soon Mason was watching his cowgirl play with his tip while the elven princess licked his shaft, Rosa sucking on his balls.

"Jesus Christ." He put his head back and groaned until Haley kissed him.

"Enjoying yourself?" she whispered with a grin. Mason grunted and slapped her ass. Then he lifted her on top of him, scattering the other girls as he lined up and slid inside Haley.

"Are you enjoying playing with my girls?" he whispered back as he thrust deep.

"Yes, Master," she moaned in his ear.

"I like knowing you have to wait for me," he said. "That you only get to play when I tell you."

Haley whimpered and rode him, and Mason gestured for Becky to climb on his face. His cowgirl eagerly lifted a leg over his head and sat, and he gripped her ass and tasted her. He heard her kissing Haley above him, their incredible bodies grinding against him as the world became their hot, wet tightness.

Becky came first, as usual, crying out and shaking as Mason buried his tongue and sucked on her clit. He pushed her off and gestured for the next, hardly even sure who it was until he tasted Naya. She really did taste amazing, almost like sweet peas. As he groaned and licked he had a small idea how his girls must feel.

Haley finally soaked him as she came, crying out as her juices ran down his balls. He growled when he felt her slide him out, but was quickly replaced by what he assumed was Rosa. At this point he hardly cared. His whole world was warm, beautiful girl pressed against him, sucking him, kissing him, taking him in.

Naya tried to pull away from his mouth, but he held her and went harder until she clenched and squeezed his head with her thighs, shaking and crying out as her delicious juices dripped down his face. When he finally let her off, Becky and Haley practically attacked him with kisses, probably trying to taste Naya.

Rosa was soon covered in sweat as she rode, hands in her long dark hair, eyes closed as her amazing tits bounced.

"You fuck us so good, Master," Haley whispered in his ear, cuddling in again as she played with the base of his shaft.

"You like watching?" he said.

She moaned and nodded, pressing her tits against him.

"I feel so safe," she said breathily. "So good. Knowing what a man I have."

Between his Latina riding him, and Haley in his ear, he couldn't take much more. Then Becky was behind Rosa licking and sucking his balls, Naya kissing his neck on the other side. He held onto Naya and Haley and pulled them against him, eyes unfocused in bliss.

"I love it when you cum in them," Haley whispered.

"Thank you for teaching me, husband," Naya said in his other ear, a little pink as she kept fighting some shyness. Mason remembered the elf wanted desperately to get pregnant and held back the very close release. He let Rosa ride until she came, then slid her off and lifted Naya.

"You deserve a reward," he told her, burying himself in her just recently virgin pussy with a groan.

"Oh thank you, husband, thank you," Naya lay on top and kissed him, staring into his eyes. "You're so good to me."

Fantasy had replaced reality, and Mason looked up at the long-eared, unearthly beauty of his elven bride. For a moment he was lost in the dark pools of her eyes, the feel of her small body, the incredible wet heat inside her. He didn't last long.

Naya moaned in his ear as his cock twitched inside her. "Thank you for your seed, husband."

Mason's balls couldn't wait a second longer, especially since they were pretty much entirely in Becky's mouth. Mason grabbed Naya's ass and thrust as he came, doing his best to fill her as deep as he could.

She cried out and spread her legs even wider, letting him pump into her as he sprayed everything he had left. When every drop was inside, he shuddered and lay flat with a sigh. His girls were all around him trying to cuddle in, Naya comatose on top of him.

It was exactly how he wanted the night to end, and he closed his eyes, for a blissful moment without a care in the world.

* * *

"Good evening, brother."

Mason blinked through the smoke of his fire, and saw Blake's silhouette.

“Ah Christ,” he said, poking the fire with a stick.

"Well that’s not very friendly. You know, I'm actually starting to like your cave." Blake came around and formed a chair out of nothing. "Sad? A little. Stifling? Certainly. But it beats the undead armies."

Mason smacked himself in the face as if trying to wake. But in truth, he was happy to see Blake. He was also still angry, and his mind had otherwise been blissful mush from a night with his girls.

"I assume you got the 'competition' message and want to talk strategy."

Blake frowned and made a tsking sound.

"Leadership is making you very cynical. Can't I just miss my brother and stop by for a chat?"

Mason turned and stared until his brother sighed.

"Obviously with me, Annie, and Seul-ki we have three players. So we'll enter the 3s. I realize you'll also run a team, so mostly I just wanted to check..." he shrugged. "I don't mind beating whatever poor bastards you pick, but I thought it best we two towering titans avoid each other, as it were."

"I'm doing the twos," Mason said. "But I wouldn't be so confident you can beat our three team."

Blake smiled, but it faded.

"What do we do about the individual duels? I don't want to fight you."

Mason nodded. He was angry, but he didn't want to fight Blake, either. The idea of actually killing him, even in some kind of temporary, fake way...he wasn't sure he could do it. Hopefully they could call uncle, or something.

"Who knows. We might get knocked out before it comes up."

Blake snorted.

"Me, maybe. I don't actually know the rules. Can I summon constructs in advance? Or do I have to go in with nothing? We have no human civilians in the tower so my knowledge is...limited. A definite oversight on my part."

"Haley's asleep," Mason said. "You could go bother her next, if you like."

Blake smiled. "Thank you. I will. You're doing well? The Nexus is amazing? How was 'first contact'?"

Mason sighed, and told him the details. However angry he might be, and however much they might fight or go their separate ways, Mason knew they'd always be brothers. He described their new forest city, the great tree, his meeting with the 'emperor'. Blake winced.

"That's...unfortunate. But so many survivors! I hadn't expected that."

"Does it change your secret, ridiculous plans?" Mason asked, again wondering what the hell the point of making friends with orcs was.

"Probably not." Blake shrugged. He leaned forward and put his hands to the fire with a grin. "I can actually feel it, you know. Makes you think."

"About what?"

"All this." Blake glanced around the cave. "What's the difference between this and reality? How do we even know roboGod doesn't have us all in some kind of...Matrix?"

"Didn't you tell me you asked it those questions way back in the tutorial?"

"Ah yes." Blake snorted. "I'm sure our universe traveling, possibly genocidal, synthetic overlord would struggle with...lying to one of its test playthings."

Mason gave that some thought, deciding ultimately it didn't make much difference if it was 'real' or not. They had to assume it was. The alternative was lay down and die, or else treat people like nothing mattered. It put a few of his actions and how he'd been having into a bit more clarity, and he felt a moment of shame.

"Sometimes I think about the non-humans as...fictional," he said. "Maybe I shouldn't."

He felt Blake's eyes and creeping smile, which mostly annoyed him. He wasn't ready to go from 'treat non-humans better' to 'make friends with the orcs and goblins that tried to kill my people'.

"Don't get any ideas. That makes your green friends even more guilty," he snapped. "If they're more than pawns in some game, then I’ll judge them just as I’d judge men, and I see murderous bullies who think less of us than we do of them. I didn't start those fights."

"Point taken," Blake said with a sigh. "But I didn't come here for that. It's all kind of exciting, isn't it?" He grinned. "Our powers. The women." He winked. "This tournament. Don't tell me you're not having at least a little fun."

Mason tried to give his brother a glare, but couldn't quite hold it.

"With the caveat of some alien destroying most of the human race?" he asked. Blake rolled his eyes and nodded, gesturing for the rest of it with a hand.

"Yes," Mason said with a sigh, thinking it was maybe more true than he wanted to admit. "I'm having a bit of fun."

"That's the spirit." Blake stood and stretched with a yawn. "Well. I should be sleeping, too. And I still need to keep your blonde beauty up for a little while." Here he wiggled his eyebrows, and Mason just shook his head.

"She's had a long night," he said, trying not to grin as the images of his night flashed. "Don't keep her too long."

Blake laughed and started to fade from view.

"I miss you, brother," he said, dropping his usual facade. He might have said something else, but he'd disappeared, and Mason's sleeping dream swallowed his consciousness again.

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