Metal Mage 12

by Eric Vall

  “No,” another logger cut-in, “ask him about the meowing. It took me hours to fall asleep after that. I couldn’t imagine how he managed it.”

  “Ye’ didn’t bring a sheep in there, did ye’?” the man to my left grunted as he cocked a brow.

  “No,” I quickly answered. “No sheep. Just uh … just my women. You know.”

  I tried for a careless shrug, but the raucous laughter of the others made me wonder if I might regret my alibi in the future. They wouldn’t stop hounding me all through breakfast about where I’d learned to make a woman burst into song mid thrust, and apparently there’d been some all-out begging from Cayla and Shoshanne that involved a hot iron from the fireplace. When they started talking about all the whipping, though, I could feel my ears going pink, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how my women had brought candlesticks into the mix.

  So, I just did my best not to choke on my food from how many times I almost snorted it out my nose, and when I finished wolfing down my breakfast, the loggers throttled my shoulders as I attempted to make a casual escape.

  I nodded along and chuckled as their burly laughter followed me out the door, and when they offered to send up some healers to help my women recover, I decided we’d spent more than enough time in the north.

  My women’s only explanation after I got back to the room was that they wanted to make sure no one ever forgot the time Defender Flynt stayed in Garioch, and when I asked about the candlesticks, Shoshanne and Cayla laughed so hard they fell off the bed.

  I just sighed and grabbed my things while they tried to compose themselves, and Aurora eventually suggested I head to the station since it might be a while. I could hear my women’s laughter from the first floor as I headed for the village, and at first, I smirked at this until I realized that meant everyone in the building last night now thought I whipped and scalded my women to make them meow for me.

  “Godsdamnit,” I sighed as I shoved the wrought iron door open.

  At least no one would be able to dispute my alibi, though, and my women’s unwavering commitment was just as impressive as it was ridiculous.

  So, I kept my eyes down as I hastily left Garioch, and my generals were preparing to head out as I neared the station. Bagneera was sporting a new fur coat while she surveyed the hitches between the cars, and Haragh and Taru were loading up a few new axes from town. I could hear the two lords I’d met last night already making themselves comfortable in a dining car, and I was about to sneak past the others when Kurna’s deep chuckle sounded behind me.

  When I turned around, his face said it all, and I stopped him before he could get a word out.

  “Don’t,” I muttered. “I know, and I’m sorry you had to hear it all.”

  “Sure you are,” Kurna snorted as he crossed his arms over his burly chest. “Just know the challenge is officially accepted. You wanna battle shirtless and put on a show like that, then I’m not going down without an honest fight.”

  “I told you, I left the train in a hurry that night,” I clarified, “and if anyone was being raucous at the tavern, it was my women. Not me. There’s no challenge.”

  “Only a show off would say that,” Kurna informed me, and I sighed as he knocked into me on his way to his sleeping quarters.

  Then Bagneera caught me before I made it to my car, and once she finished having her fun about the whole ordeal, I decided to hide out in my sleeping quarters for the entire journey south.

  Which I didn’t mind in the slightest because Nulena appeared out of her shadows shortly after my women closed the door, and when I dropped back across the bed with a heavy sigh, my five women crawled over to join me as Bagneera started up the engine.

  Then my lovers spent most of the first leg of our trip explaining their manslaughter episode to the Baroness while they snuggled around me, and I grinned at the way they complained about only being trained for battle and one-on-one combat. Apparently, they could have done better butchering the assassin if they knew more about plotting murders, and all four of them wanted Nulena’s advice about maintaining a clearer head during crimes of passion.

  The ebony woman refused to teach them better, though.

  “It sounds to me like your murder in Mason’s honor could not have gone any better,” Nulena said as she toyed with my hair.

  Deya bit her lip in embarrassment. “But it was so messy! I was furious with that man for attacking Mason, and I just wanted to turn him into nothing but blood and guts. Then once I started, I couldn’t stop.”

  “Yes, you acted rashly, you showed no mercy, and you utilized all of your best assets.” Nulena shrugged. “This is why women can be the most effective killers. I say, let your passions run wild, only good can come of it. Soon, you’ll be feared across all of Illaria, and that is when it gets really fun. People will quiver at your name, they’ll give you anything you demand of them, but most importantly, they will never, ever try to destroy you or the ones you love. It’s an amazing accomplishment, and I’m sure you will all get there in no time.”

  “Don’t … encourage them,” I sighed.

  “Oh, so you get to let your daddy demon run rampant, but we can’t flaunt our mommy demons for you?” Aurora shot back as she crossed her arms and huffed.

  “What is this daddy demon you keep mentioning?” the Baroness asked with a grin.

  “Nothing,” I quickly replied.

  “Ever since we all started trying for babies, Mason’s gotten crazy overprotective,” Shoshanne giggled. “He calls this new side of him his daddy demon.”

  I cringed. “We really don’t have to discuss my--”

  “It turns him into a killing machine for us,” Cayla barreled on.

  “At first, we were pissed about it,” Aurora chuckled, “but it’s actually so, so sexy. He gets scary calm, and even if there’s hundreds of possessed elves flying around, he just walks straight through them--”

  “And he destroys them,” Deya cut-in with total conviction. “You’ve never seen anything like it. One after another, everyone is dropping dead!”

  “His eyes get so cold, and he has his ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you’ face,” Cayla moaned.

  “But the best part is he just doesn’t stop,” Aurora insisted. “Not for anything! Mason can reload two pistols and bury fifteen men at the same time, and if all of us are being attacked at once, he does this thing where he … ”

  I rolled to bury my face in Nulena’s cleavage while the women carried on about my daddy demon episode, and I focused on the way the ebony woman’s chuckles resonated through her supple body. I ended up just staying there until the others finally ran out of details, but listening to Nulena’s heart rate steadily increase with every word was pretty interesting.

  “This sounds incredibly attractive,” the Baroness mused as she stroked my hair. “I’d like to see this demon side of you sometime.”

  “No,” I mumbled against her breast.

  “Well … ” Cayla hummed. “If you were carrying Mason’s child, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. If anyone threatened you, he’d go into kill-mode in seconds flat and--”

  “Cayla,” I sighed.

  “Shh,” Shoshanne said as she patted my back. “We’re having an important conversation.”

  “No, you’re meddling in other people’s--”

  “Nulena, I think you need to revisit the possibility of letting Mason get you pregnant,” Deya announced with a decisive nod. “The thing is, I know you would enjoy it. The way he looks at you when you beg him for it is enough to make your--”

  “Deya!” I scoffed.

  “Yes, you must stop this,” Nulena insisted as she sat up. “I told you, my family would be livid, and I simply cannot. I have no choice in the matter, so don’t torture me with all this talk about how wonderful it would be.”

  “Oh, it’s not just wonderful,” Cayla chuckled as she trailed her finger down my side. “It’s … ”

  “Divine,” Shoshanne sighed, and my other women moaned in approval
.

  “Mason, do it now,” Aurora suddenly said, and she flipped me onto my back so she could straddle me.

  “Wait, what?”

  “I want it,” the half-elf said with a pout. “Don’t you want to make sure I’m pregnant?”

  I swallowed hard as Aurora’s emerald eyes burned straight through me, and I couldn’t believe I was already rock hard for her.

  “Aurora … I know what you’re doing, and this isn’t fair to Nul--”

  “But I want to have your baby,” Aurora murmured as she sensually dragged her crotch over mine. “I want you to make love to me like every part of me is yours, and I want you to go as deep as you can while you fill me with your seed.”

  The other three women began undressing my half-elf before I could form words, and the look Aurora gave me was so tender and obliging, I couldn’t think of anything but pounding into her until my cum was seeping down both her legs.

  Then Nulena let out a pained whimper as my lovers pulled my raging erection out for me, and that was it.

  My women spent the rest of the trip making the Baroness watch me try to get them all pregnant.

  Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t stop myself from being dedicated to the task, and the way my women all trembled when their eyes met mine was enough to vaporize any objections I might have had.

  Poor Nulena looked like she was being tortured as she couldn’t keep her two-toned eyes off me, and she nearly tore her hair out when she finally let out a furious groan.

  Then the ebony woman blinded us all, announced she couldn’t take it anymore, and by the time we regained our eyesight, Nulena was gone.

  “Well, if that doesn’t convince her, I don’t know what will,” Aurora said with a smirk.

  “Yeah, we’ll break her down in no time,” Cayla chuckled shamelessly.

  “Get over here,” I growled, and the princess blushed as she coyly crawled back across the bed for another turn.

  It was late morning when we arrived back at the Falmount station, and I lazily dragged myself out of bed while my women sighed with exhaustion. I’d cummed in all of them more times in the last three days than I could fathom, but they still eyed me hungrily as they watched me get dressed, and I couldn’t even be irritated with them for pulling such a dirty trick on Nulena. Not when they were cuddled up together and looking at me like this.

  Especially since they absolutely had to be pregnant by now.

  “We should go on trips all the time,” Deya decided. “There’s so many more opportunities to hog Mason’s attention.”

  “I agree,” Aurora sighed. “As much as I’m enjoying leading the Defenders, having sex with Mason is so much more satisfying.”

  I smirked. “You ladies can hog my attention here, too, so long as I can work on how to decimate the Master’s forces.”

  “So,” Shoshanne led, “you wouldn’t mind if we have sex with you while you build your automatons?”

  “Or while you organize your troops?” Cayla added.

  “During breakfast?” Deya giggled.

  “Maybe go down on you while you meet with Temin … ” Aurora mused.

  “Okay, that one is definitely not professional,” I chuckled, “but how about we compromise with nightly visits to our sex jungle?”

  Aurora considered this for a moment. “And we get to chain you down once a week.”

  “Twice a week,” I countered. “Final offer.”

  The half-elf immediately hopped up from the bed to shake on it.

  “The Order of the Elementa would be happy to accept your terms, Defender Flynt,” Aurora informed me as we clasped hands.

  “A wise decision,” I said with a dignified nod. “Now, can we please get home so I can make sure Dragir hasn’t destroyed the house I built for you?”

  “Alfred!” Cayla gasped as she sat up. “Gods, I hope he hasn’t been treated too poorly. What if he leaves us all?”

  The thought was devastating enough to get my women out of bed, and while they got dressed, I headed out onto the platform.

  Then I stopped and took a deep breath, because it was so damn nice to be back in my own town. The lanes were filled with mages while laughter drifted over from Flynt’s Pub, and the Defenders on the lookout tower sent me salutes from the top of Magehill. Everyone who saw me on the platform waved or nodded a greeting as they passed, and the mages who came over to welcome me back got high-fives for being normal people who didn’t scream their heads off when I showed up.

  Everything from the smell in the air to the way the sun filtered through the oak trees felt like home to me, and seeing firsthand that my town couldn’t be destroyed in my absence made me proud to be the lord of a place like this.

  My generals and Taru looked just as happy to be home as they stacked their bags on the platform, and Bagneera was humming to herself when I came over to help her unhitch the long line of passenger cars from her engine.

  “I’ve got a shipment of coal to pick up from Serin, but I’ll leave these fancy new cars of yours here for your troops,” the older Ignis Mage informed me.

  “I appreciate it,” I said with a nod. “You probably don’t want to wait around while my women unload all the gifts they picked up anyways.”

  “No, I certainly do not,” Bagneera snorted.

  “There’s two lords on board who need to make it to Serin, though,” I continued. “Would you mind keeping one of these cars so they’re comfortable for the trip?”

  “Sure, I spoke with them about it already,” Bagneera assured me, and she motioned down the platform.

  The two lords were admiring Falmount while they discussed the ride down, but before I headed to bid them a farewell, I decided to touch base with my generals so they could get back to their own lives.

  “You’ve got two crates of magazines left,” Urn said as he hauled the last one onto the platform. “Should we bring them to the training fields?”

  “That’d be great,” I replied. “I’ll replenish our local stock in the next couple days, but keep the younger mages practicing with the 1911s daily. That’s our strongest weapon at the moment, and I want them fully prepared in case the Master starts sending his mages out here.”

  “What about the mages at the Oculus?” Kurna asked.

  I thought about this for a moment. “I’d rather keep weapons training restricted to Falmount for the time being. Just to play it safe. We can get word to the mages at the Oculus so they can arrange to make the trip over a couple times a week. It’ll only take fifteen minutes by train.”

  “I’m heading there this evening,” Urn told me. “I’ll get the word out.”

  “Excellent. Thanks for all your help with this. The last three days went off without a hitch, and I couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

  “Hey, thanks for giving us a real job,” Kurna chuckled. “I was getting bored sitting around the Oculus all day when Wyresus was in charge.”

  “Well, I don’t think there will be much time for sitting around from now on,” I assured him. “Stick around Falmount as often as you can in case something comes up, but enjoy yourselves. You’ve definitely earned some time off. As soon as I get wind of a chance to go on the offensive, I’m gonna need all three of you primed and ready to lead our troops.”

  Haragh nodded. “We’ll be there.”

  “In the meantime,” Kurna said with a grin, “I’ve got a lovely spice merchant to visit.”

  “The hell you do,” Urn growled, and the two generals exchanged hostile glances before they grabbed their things and beelined for the market.

  I chuckled at the sight of two men as burly as them trying to out-power walk each other, and Haragh snorted as he turned to me.

  “Taru got ye’ somethin’, by the way,” the half-ogre said.

  Then Taru handed me a giant, double bit axe that looked like something a Viking would haul around.

  “Daaamn,” I mused as I tested the weight, and it was heftier than I expected.

  “It’s not a proper bat
tle axe,” Taru admitted in the sweetest voice ever, “but it’s heavier than the ones I’ve seen around here. I thought you might like it since I didn’t see any axes on your weapon racks.”

  “I love it,” I said at once, and I tried not to look too sappy about it even though I was on the verge of tearing up. “No one’s ever gotten me an axe before.”

  “Maybe you can use it to decapitate the Master’s forces,” she said with a shy shrug.

  “I will,” I assured her. “Everyone I ever decapitate will be handled with this axe. Thank you so much.”

  Taru smiled as her cheeks got a little greener, and she offered me a fist bump before she gathered her things to head home.

  “Keep me posted on those updates from Fraling,” Haragh muttered under his breath. “If anything’s amiss, I’ll be able to tell. My mo--I mean their warlord can be a tricky one, but I know her tactics.”

  “Noted,” I chuckled, and I clapped the half-ogre on the shoulder before I headed down the platform to speak with the two lords.

  They smirked and nudged each other as soon as they saw me coming, though, and I really hoped that didn’t mean the two of them had spent the night at the tavern as well.

  “This is some way to travel!” Lord Crall said as he nodded at the train. “Food and every accommodation you could ever need.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied. “I’ll have to build a few more like it for the citizens.”

  “That you will,” Lord Vernich agreed, “but I’m sure you’ve got your hands full at the moment. Your generals were telling us of the complications we’re facing with this Master.”

  “We’ve got a lot to address,” I admitted, “but Illaria’s better protected now than it has been so far. All our posts are covered, and our reserve troops are prepared to handle anything that comes up. Just need to stay the course.”

  “Well, good luck to you,” Lord Crall said as he shook my hand. “It’s been an honor to meet you at last.”

  “Truly,” Lord Vernich chuckled, and he glanced over at where my women were hopping out of our car before he sent me a pointed look.