Chapter 459: Can you stay? (NSFW)

En route to get Dariya back to her house, Mason started to realize something: the elves probably didn’t know Ayet had become his concubine.

In fact, they hadn’t actually told anyone. After the nymph pool, and before they’d even really got back into their house, the demon invasion had…interrupted things.

Which meant before anything he needed to tell Haley. And he needed to do it quickly. He trudged on with Ayet holding one arm, Dariya holding the other, mind swirling with chaos before he felt a slap on his hand.

“How fast do you think these old legs can move?” The elf gave him a scowl, and when Ayet covered her grin with a hand on the other side Mason couldn’t help but smile.

“Sorry. I could just carry you.”

“I think not. I’m not some invalid. In fact I think I can walk from here, thank you.”

The ancient seer let go of his arm and leaned on her walking stick.

“Besides, I can’t take much more of that lusty smell in the air. Go on then. The mother and the daughter?” Dariya shook her head and limped towards her house. “And the council thought it was a scandal before. Goddess.”

She kept on muttering as she walked, most of which Mason heard but tried to tune out. Ayet turned a rare shade of red.

“What…what else did she say?” she whispered, and Mason took a breath.

“Oh something about ‘worst rake in a thousand years’. And ‘loins of youth’. I didn’t quite catch the last bit. Ready to go to your new home?”

Mason turned and pulled Ayet closer, not really caring what anyone thought about it.

“I need to tell my…Haley. We didn’t quite get that far. But it’s a respect thing, she won’t mind. Then we’ll get your room and you can sleep.”

Ayet nodded, looking slightly faint—like she couldn’t quite believe this was all happening. Mason could sympathize.

“Hey.” He tilted her face up to look at him with her chin. “I know this is all…insane. But it’ll get easier. And the people who matter won’t have a problem. Life will be good.”

She smiled a little, looking between his eyes. She looked exhausted.

“How about I carry you the rest of the way?”

Ayet bit her lip but nodded, and Mason picked her up just as he had with Becky, no longer surprised how easy such things were. He took her to the lift and met her eyes again as they ascended, tempted to kiss her and sure she wanted the same. Eventually she just rested her head on his chest, and he took her the rest of the way in silence.

Thankfully, with all the…activity, his house was quiet. He took Ayet inside and heard nothing even with his enhanced senses. He’d have preferred Haley was there but likely she was with all the civilians getting things settled down.

Without a word, he took Ayet to a spare bedroom, set her on the bed, then went and got some water and a few leftovers from the fridge. There were all kinds of sauces and complex foods mixed between Haley and Rosa and it took him longer than expected. By the time he got back, Ayet had apparently already showered and climbed into the bed.

He set the food and water on the bedstand and went to kiss her cheek, but she turned and put her hands to his face.

“Can you stay?” she whispered, like she was guilty of something. In that moment, Mason was pretty sure he wanted nothing more. He kissed her tenderly, then walked over and closed the door.

**

Ayet hadn’t bothered with a robe. Or apparently anything else. As Mason pulled her sheet down, he revealed bare shoulders and breasts, only getting it down to her waist before he felt sucked down to the elf’s half open lips.

He banished his vestments and climbed in naked beside her, almost groaning with pleasure as her soft skin and curves pressed against him. Whatever thoughts he’d had about reminding her how they’d met and how she was his flew out the window. There was something tender and intimate about the moment and he didn’t want to spoil it.

“I’m still shaking,” Ayet whispered. “Out there I didn’t think…I wasn’t sure if I’d…if we’d…”

“You were incredible,” he said. “When you came out I thought you were crazy.”

The beautiful elf grinned and he couldn’t stop kissing her and sliding her body against his. He was already hard, erection pressed against her leg, but trying not to push things. When she finally reached a hand down to close around it they both groaned.

“I’m not sure how much I can…if I have enough left to…”

Mason took her hand off and rolled on top of her.

“Just relax. I’ll do everything.”

She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his back, and he slid his tip down her stomach as she spread her legs. He considered shifting down to taste her, knowing that’s what she liked. But as his hard on trailed between her legs he found her so wet he paused in surprise.

She bit her lip as if embarrassed, turning her face away.

“I feel like I’m betraying my daughter,” she whispered. “If she only knew…how much I…”

“She’ll be happy for you,” Mason said, pulling her face back to meet his eyes. “She’s my wife, and that’s not going to change. You’re not a thief. You’re in a strange world and time just like us, and you’re allowed to enjoy yourself. She wants you to.”

When the elf kissed him and spread her legs even wider, he decided he was getting better at this. He lined up and slid his tip inside her, groaning at the silky smooth wetness that started gripping him. Ayet was breathing hard and staring up at him, her hands all over his back. She even grabbed his ass and pulled him.

Her desire for him was intoxicating. Consuming. He pushed inside her slowly, savoring every gasp and twitch as her body molded around him. He put his tongue to her lips and she sucked it in greedily, moaning as he buried his cock entirely inside her.

She dug her nails into his back and gasped with every thrust. She was panting now and wiggling her ass to try and get him deeper, to feel more of him. Pretty soon he’d forgotten all about demonic curses and eastern emperors—there was only Ayet’s softness pressing against him, her eager lips against his, her desperate body taking whatever he gave.

It was a lot more like ‘making love’ than most of his recent encounters. A kind of instant physical intimacy he couldn’t really explain.

Was it the fact she wasn’t a virgin? A kind of personality puzzle piece fit? He had no idea. All he knew is that it was like they were dancing a really good dance, and it felt like they were both great at it.

“I’m…I think I’m…” Ayet’s eyes rolled and her sex clenched around his shaft as she started to orgasm. He pulled back to watch her as he kept up a rhythm, his own lust spiking at the sight of the beautiful elven woman obviously loving every second of this. Every second of him.

She held her breath and turned to suck the skin of his forearm, like she wanted something in her mouth as she came. Mason was so turned on he stopped fighting his own release, giving her a finger she instantly sucked instead. He let the pressure rise to meet hers, no intention of pulling out or stopping.

When she came down and recovered enough to look up at him, she sensed his orgasm and lifted her legs to take his cock even easier. His hands moved to her thighs as he pumped, and he stopped thinking and just rammed into her, growling as his flesh slapped against hers.

She met his eyes and didn’t say a word. And she didn’t have to. He knew she wanted him to cum inside her, to do with her whatever he pleased. That his lust was turning her on more than anything. That she’d spent her life cautiously and coldly. That getting fucked into the bed was exactly what she wanted.

Mason heard his increasingly animalistic noises but didn’t care. He slammed balls deep into Ayet and sprayed, gripping her tits as he pulled back to keep thrusting, ramming into her over and over as he gave her everything.

She bit her knuckles but cried out anyway, his improved Blessing of Gaia doing God knew what to the poor woman’s senses. When he was finally finished he dropped down on top of her with one more thrust, kissing her lips as his cock twitched inside her.

Her hands moved all over him, finally burying in his hair as she kissed him again and again.

“Stay,” she said, wrapping her legs around him to try and hold him inside her. He sighed and closed his eyes, no intention of going anywhere.

Eventually he did at least roll over, still buried in his lover as they lay side by side and he watched her eyes sag and close. Her breath soon came in a steady, peaceful rhythm, her lips still holding the trace of a smile. Just looking at her asleep made him smile back. It was a lot like being with Haley, he realized, not entirely sure what to do with that feeling.

Mathematics and practicality weren’t in his favor.

He was married to her daughter, which was…a thing. Even if he said it wasn’t. At the very least he should probably be feeling something similar to her. And though he was definitely attracted to Naya, and respected her, things were moving a lot slower in the feelings department.

He also had human girls like Rosa and Becky and Lexi who were with him first, all of whom needed and deserved the proper attention. And of course he had the pesky problem of a town to protect, and a world to save, which probably deserved, you know, a pretty high ranking on the priority list.

So he really didn’t have time for a new woman with actual emotion involved.

Which, as he held her there and cradled her in his arms, made absolutely no difference. He wanted to wake her up and take her again, but he also wanted to stand at the door and make sure she could sleep all she wanted. So, he definitely had a problem.

“Mason?”

A familiar, feminine voice whispered but not from the door. It was further back, closer to the outside of the house. Only someone who knew just how well Mason could hear would have tried it.

He smiled and cleared his throat, waiting without caring about his circumstances until the door creaked open and a little blonde hair popped inside.

Haley looked between Mason and Ayet and grinned, blasting away any of his concern about how she might feel or how he’d have to tell her.

“I figured she’d be…pretty tired.” Haley stepped inside wearing sweats and a button up shirt with only one button holding it together at her breasts. Her hair was down and looked like she’d just woken up, draped messily all over her shoulders. “I thought I’d see if maybe…you needed anything.”

A piece of Mason panicked slightly at the thought of Ayet waking up and what he’d say or do. But the Cerebus-inspired piece of his brain told him to shut the fuck up.

They’re all yours, it almost growled. All of this is yours. Take what you wish with no shame. Conquer. Command. Live.

Mason gently rolled Ayet to her side and put a hand behind his head, gesturing Haley forward with the other. She smiled and came like a model on the catwalk, playing with the button on her shirt.

“Lose the pants,” he said. “And no screaming. She earned a rest.”

Haley wiggled her eyebrows then out of her sweats as Mason watched, eyes soon locked at the spa-plucked, hairless skin above her sex, and the visible lips beneath.

“Well?” he said, tossing back the sheet to show his nakedness, manhood still slick with Ayet’s juices. “You know what I need. Get to work, slave.”

Haley grinned and climbed onto the bed as she desperately fought her smile, eyes locked on her target.

“I live to serve.”