Chapter 498: Keeping warm (NSFW)

Demi’s dark eyes locked on Mason’s as she spread her legs around his waist. He kissed her properly now, lips locking against hers, then exploring with his own pace. She was obviously inexperienced, not to mention in a rush.

She kissed him with wild abandon, hands everywhere, tongue pushing and licking at anything. When she started pulling up her shirt he took her hands and held her still.

“We have all night.”

He tried not to enjoy her trembling with need in his arms too much. She was grinding in his lap with fast breaths and he grinned as he felt her magic exploding little messages of lust around him like fireworks.

It was like feeling someone’s imagination, someone’s fantasies. Or possibly some vague representation of thoughts. As he cupped her handful-size breasts under her shirt he wasn’t sure if it was his idea or hers.

She moaned at his touch, nipples hardening before he ran his thumbs over them. When she stayed still and just let him touch, he took off the old shirt and tossed it away. He banished his own, tight-fitted vestment top and pressed their skin together, and she moaned again as they kissed.

“That’s better,” he said, pushing some long hair behind her ears. He was about to ask what she wanted but he could see it—see her naked and lying on her back, his much larger body on top of her, crushing her into the ground. Whether or not she could take that he wasn’t sure, but at least she was a player and probably a lot tougher than a civilian.

Suddenly the old jean shorts he’d found her were a God damn problem. He still wanted to take his time and ease them into it, but her desperate need to be held down and banged was taking over his brain.

He picked her up and tossed the hide blankets behind her, setting her down by the fire. She bit her lip and rubbed a foot down his crotch, working at the button on her shorts. He saw an image flash of himself standing there stripping and staring down at her. He snorted and took off the vestment pants without magic. Demi’s eyes tried to burn holes into him.

She had her shorts down by the time he came forward, his gaze moving over her now naked body. She had a strip of soft hair above her sex, and even as she put her legs together in some modest reflex he saw the moisture between her thighs.

“Shy now?” he said, dropping and putting his hands on her knees.

“Always. And kinda scared.” She looked at the very ready erection aimed straight at her, and Mason grinned. He pulled her legs apart, despite some token resistance, eyes locked on the still tiny, pink opening between.

He crawled on top of her and spread her legs around him, kissing her and crushing her with his weight. She moaned as he slid his hard on between her folds, rubbing back and forth as he teased her. Then he took himself in a hand and played with her using his dick like a toy.

“Shit. I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she said, panting now and squirming as she tried to slide him in. He kept on teasing her until she gave up and put her hands to her face, eyes rolled back as she took short, desperate breaths.

Finally he pushed himself inside. They locked eyes as he moved inch by inch, and watching her as she took him sent his lust into some new gear. He fought to hold back, to go easy. She was so tight he groaned and kissed her just to distract himself, giving her little thrusts to work her in before he buried himself to the hilt.

She dug her nails into his back and moaned against his mouth. The fire flickered with a cool breeze, and Mason pulled the furs closer around them as he stayed right there deep inside her, exploring her mouth as she sucked at his tongue.

When he finally moved she pushed her ass against him, taking him as deep as she could. Her thin body pressed against his skin, angles and soft skin and padding built to take what he gave. His mind blanked in temporary bliss, nothing but the fire and the stars and the beautiful girl beneath him.

Demi panted and moaned before she came. Her eyes rolled back and she went slack for a solid minute as Mason kissed her cheek and neck and waited. When she blinked back to reality she grinned at him and planted little kisses on his lips.

He wanted to pull her up, change positions, but through her magic he could tell she felt so warm and safe and comfortable she didn’t want to move. So he just kept driving her into the ground, hands on her ass to lift her up as he thrust.

To literally feel a woman’s mental lust for him was…strange, intoxicating. Demi’s hands were all over him, her legs completely spread, her sex soaked with desire. But he was used to that.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know with other women. He could tell by how they reacted, what they said, how they looked at him or touched him. With Demi it was straight from the source. It was like hearing her inner thoughts telling him yes again and again.

When the pressure built and his dick twitched, Demi felt it and melted with excitement. He could feel her anticipation, her body curving towards him, her desire to drain him dry. He shivered in the last moment, body relaxing as the momentum tossed him off a cliff of desire.

Demi tightened around his cock, milking him as he growled and released but kept thrusting. He could hear her satisfaction as she took it, a feeling like a job well done until it was overwhelmed with some kind of pleasurable…shock.

He felt his Blessing of Gaia hit her—like a drug or a different kind of orgasm as it rippled through her body and sort of back to him in a kind of magical loop. He shivered and moaned, feeling like he was coming again, and as he did it made whatever was happening to Demi even stronger.

She cried out, and he bit her shoulder, hands underneath to spread her cheeks, filling her with more cum than he felt he’d released in his life. He wasn’t sure if it was her or him who’d screamed, but he heard some animal howl back in the distance.

When he finally came back to reality Demi had a hand on her face, licking her lips like a drunk person.

“Umm.” She blinked and went slack as she gave up trying to say something.

“Yeah.”

Mason relaxed and lay on top of her, feeling more drained after a single orgasm than he had in weeks. The fire was low when he opened his eyes. He got up naked to feed it and get some wood closer and some water for Demi.

When he came back she was sitting up half exposed, the firelight flickering in her dark eyes. She smiled and gestured him back without a word, and he knew what she wanted before he was sure he wanted the same.

Then her hands were curled around his shaft as she looked up and took him between her lips. She sucked him slow and intimate, cupping and massaging his balls. The cool air and the warmth of the fire and her mouth made him shiver with pleasure.

Again he could feel her…desire. Her anticipation. Like every stroke and swallow was getting her closer to her only goal in the world. When the orgasm rose up, far faster than he expected, she sped up like she knew exactly what to do, like she was in his mind.

The sight and feel of her swallowing him became his world. And again he came with a wild abandon—with a force and volume he hadn’t experienced since the nymphs.

Demi did her best to swallow him, but she pulled back as if check what was even happening before he sprayed her face and neck and breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned as she took him back in and sucked for every drop. Mason trembled with aftershock as he glanced at the stars.

“Shut up. I know.”

Mason blinked and looked down to find Demi swiping up his cum to suck off her fingers like melted icecream. When he raised an eyebrow she grinned.

“Oh. It’s just…dickhead.” She sighed and shrugged, and she looked so amazing he just stood there and stared. “My…bonded fungus is giving me sex tips.”

He laughed, running a hand through her tangled hair, tracing a thumb over her lips.

“I’m afraid to ask.”

She sucked his finger and closed her eyes, then shot them back open.

“It, um, thinks we’re really stupid. That we’ll never reproduce like…that.”

He laughed out loud, handing Demi the water and settling back in the furs until she’d cleaned up and joined him. She turned around and pushed into him, all softness and warmth as he put an arm over her chest. His mind drifted.

“My bonded ‘familiars’ have been kind of grumpy,” he said as he realized. “Or, I don’t know, agitated.”

It was random, and strange that he didn’t feel the urge to talk about the sex, to check if Demi was OK. But he could feel how she felt, and knew he didn’t need to. She’d loved everything about it and wasn’t thinking about the future. At least not yet…

“I doubt it’s them,” she said.

“What?”

“I mean…they feel what you feel. So, it’s probably you who’s grumpy.”

Mason thought about that quite awhile. Demi was lacing her fingers with his as he tried to step back and figure out his own emotions. In the old world, he had a lot of time by himself. A lot of time to think and consider things. These days he was so busy, so overwhelmed with it all he hardly ever stopped.

“I…miss my settlement,” he said. “I mean—I want to actually stay there for awhile. Get to know it. Figure out what the hell is even happening. I don’t even know what people do all day.”

“And your harem of horny women,” Demi said, with absolutely no judgment or jealousy that he could tell. He snorted.

“And I left things…unfinished, with that piece of shit Jeong. There’s good people there who need help. I have to go save them somehow.”

“Have you tried to feywalking over the sea?”

“No.”

Mason shifted, wondering for a moment why that wasn’t the first thing he’d done. He’d thought exploring his own continent was maybe the first thing to do. But now he couldn’t really explain to himself why. Was he avoiding it? He wasn’t afraid of Jeong. So what was it?

“I was…planning to sort out this continent first,” he said.

Demi turned in his arms and met his eyes, and it was a bit hard to think with her chest pressed against him. She gave him a semi-stern kind of ‘don’t get distracted, but I like that you’re distracted’ kind of look.

“Plans change. If it’s bothering you, go sort it out.”

He nodded, still trying to think it through.

“If I do,” he said, just saying the words as they entered his head. “When Jeong is gone, it’ll just be me.” His mouth snapped shut at the words—as the thought finished. “I mean I’ll be like a…I mean they’ll all look to me. All those people he’s got trapped. They’ll want me to…protect them. Lead them. Or something. The whole rest of humanity.”

Demi gave him a sad, understanding smile.

“They’re not your responsibility, Mason.”

“Except they will be.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “If I kill Jeong, I mean, aren’t they? This world is…full of horrible things. Aren’t demons worse than Jeong? If I kill him, that doesn’t just stop. I’ll have to protect them.”

She hugged him and it helped. It really did. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her hair, her body.

“Can that super powerful thing in your bag help?”

He froze and Demi shook with a little laugh.

“The magic is like…pulsing out of it. And it smells amazing. Is it some kind of natural item?”

“Yeah.” Mason realized maybe Demi could help him identify it, and leaned over to grab it. He realized he’d practically shoved his junk in Demi’s face but she just gave him a little grin and flicked him before he settled back down.

Her eyes glowed as she inspected the seed, but she frowned.

“Sorry. Too rich for my blood.”

“There’s a guy in the fey,” Mason explained. “At least my Stag thinks so.” She raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. “There’s also a tree avatar in the north named Eve who might know. And some nymphs—which are, well…”

“I know what nymphs are. I’m sure that’s your absolute last resort.”

Mason grinned at the sarcasm in Demi’s tone.

“You know, I think you make me less grumpy.”

“That’s nice to know.” Demi flopped back down and turned away from him, but he could smell her pleasure. “You mostly agitate me,” she said.

“Want some more agitation?” He kissed her neck and cupped a breast, and her body pushed back against him.

“No.” She closed her eyes. “I’m already sick of you.”

He turned her face and kissed her lips, and she let out a moan before turning away again with a grin. She shrieked and laughed when he picked her up and set her on his lap.

“It’s cold,” she complained, the furs dropping down to her waist as she wiggled on top of him. He looked her up and down, long, ruffled hair and beautiful face, the thin body still covered in scratches and marks and sunburns from her time in the wild.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said, knowing he meant a lot more than that. “I promise.”