Metal Mage 13

by Eric Vall

  So, I shoved my fear aside and grabbed a hold of Cayla’s gun belt before I thrust myself deep into her sopping wet tunnel, and then I pounded into her like we weren’t barreling over the world at eighty miles per hour. The adrenaline pumping through my veins only heightened my enjoyment, though, and when I finally released deep inside of her, Cayla bucked so hard that she knocked my knee out from under me.

  “Shiiiit!” I bellowed, and this time, we tumbled right off the dragon.

  The princess screamed her head off while we plummeted toward the treetops, but I kept her locked against my chest with my dick still buried inside her. I knew Deya had already dived to catch us, but that didn’t stop my life from flashing before my eyes, and while I waited for her to save us from a gruesome death, my shaft surged with a vengeance like it wanted one last hurrah before we died.

  Then Deya swooped to catch us on her back, and even though I tried to brace my fall with my knees, the force of my cock when we landed made Cayla shriek and orgasm all over again.

  I was right there with her as my body went rigid, and both of us clung to the dragon’s scales as we shared an instant climax so intense, my vision doubled.

  “Godsdamnit,” I groaned as I kept throbbing deep in Cayla’s pussy, and the princess shook uncontrollably while she rolled her hips to keep me going.

  “Let’s do that again,” Cayla whimpered.

  “Hell no,” I panted. “Just hold still.”

  Then I went for another round since I finally had a firm hold on Deya’s back, and as I held Cayla down against the scales, the searing heat riled her up so much, I was positive the farmers near the foothills must have heard her moaning my name over and over again. My cum was lathered all over her thighs and ass from the frantic fucking by the time we neared the mansion, and I had to muzzle her with my hand so the mages wouldn’t hear her shrieking orgasm.

  I nearly bit through my tongue trying not to cry out from my own climax, too, and I was still balls-deep in the princess when Deya landed in the clearing.

  Then the two of us went limp, and we crashed hard to the ground in an exhausted heap.

  My heart was beating so erratically, my head felt disconnected, and my hair was in a wild disarray while my eyes wouldn’t stop bulging out of my head. No thoughts registered in my mind as I laid there with Cayla pinned underneath me, and the princess panted against the dirt while we both shook and struggled to catch our breaths.

  Then Aurora and Shoshanne came out of the house, and the two women sprinted over when they saw us strewn across the ground beside the dragon.

  “What happened?” the healer demanded. “Were you attacked?”

  “Cayla’s hurt!” the half-elf gasped, but when I rolled off the naked princess, the women came to an abrupt stop beside us.

  “Wait a minute… ” Shoshanne muttered. “Why are you naked and covered in cum?”

  “You guys!” Aurora scoffed as she stomped her foot. “I thought we agreed we could wait for one day!”

  “You agreed,” Cayla mumbled in a daze. “Then Mason got me an army, and they have guns. All of them have guns, and they’re my army.”

  “Mason got you an army?” Aurora asked as her gaze shot to me in disbelief, and since I still couldn’t breathe worth a damn, I just nodded while I tried to get my pants sorted out.

  “Well, this all makes sense, then,” the half-elf decided.

  “I disagree,” Shoshanne said curtly. “None of this makes sense because it doesn’t look safe at all.”

  “It was safe!” Cayla and I blurted out at once.

  The healer crossed her arms. “Then why are you both paler than death?”

  “Wind,” I tried between grating breaths. “Wind and… altitude… speed. Shit, I can’t breathe.”

  “Serves you right,” the healer scolded. “I know a near death experience when I see one, Mason Flynt, and this is not okay.”

  Then Shoshanne turned on her heels, and she stalked back to the mansion while Cayla and I struggled to sit up. It took another few minutes before my limbs regained their feeling again, and Cayla was still shaking from head to toe when she managed to stay upright. As soon as she did stand, a river of my sperm poured out of her pussy and dribbled down her thighs like rain, and the princess gasped before she sent me a shameless wink.

  “Wow.” A dirty chuckle slipped from my lips as Aurora rolled her eyes at the pair of us.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t invite me,” Aurora grumbled. “This looks so reckless.”

  “We almost died three times,” Cayla snickered.

  “Mason, how could you?” Aurora whined. “You know I would have loved this!”

  “I’m sorry,” I sighed. “It was an impromptu thing.”

  “Then fly me out to have sex now,” the half-elf demanded. “If Cayla gets to risk her life for sex with you, then I do, too.”

  “I honestly don’t think I have it in me,” I admitted while I struggled to get up, and then I swayed on my feet as my adrenaline finally began to fade. “How about this, though? As soon as these tunnels are handled, you and I are going out and having victory sex on a dragon.”

  “Promise?” Aurora asked with a pout.

  “Absolutely,” I assured her. “We’ll decimate his forces, fly out on Deya, and risk it all until we’re either numb or unconscious.”

  “Make sure you fall off at least once,” Cayla suggested. “It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  “Gods, I bet it was,” Aurora whimpered, and Deya screeched in approval.

  I smirked as I helped Cayla walk on her cum-soaked wobbly legs, and then I gave her my vest so she could make it to the house while Aurora and I followed behind to shield her semen-soaked ass from view.

  Alfred was waiting at the door with a black silk robe for the princess when we got inside, and while Cayla tied it snug around her waist and slipped out of her gun belt, the butler cocked a wiry gray eyebrow at me.

  “I caved,” I admitted as I sheepishly looked down.

  “Perhaps it’s for the best, sir,” Alfred replied. “You’ll be more capable of remaining focused for the rest of the day.”

  “You’d think so,” I muttered, “but don’t let your guard down, Alfred. I’ve never been one to have sex with just one of my women in a day. Unfortunately, we’re in the home stretch now, and there are still more things to do than there are hours to do them in.”

  “True, sir,” Alfred agreed. “I’ll remain vigilant.”

  “Thank you,” I chuckled. “What time is it?”

  The butler pulled out a pocket watch. “It is twenty-five minutes ‘til ten o’clock, sir.”

  “Perfect,” I sighed. “Then I’ll finish the last four automatons and get started on ammunition.”

  “I can’t believe you caved hours before lunchtime,” Aurora snorted.

  “I know, but I’ve got this,” I assured her as we headed for the atrium. “The dragon sex was a special circumstance, and if you had seen Cayla’s army, you would have done the same as me.”

  “You have an army!” Aurora squealed as she clutched Cayla’s arm. “Tell me everything, and don’t stop at the sex part. I want to hear all about your near-death orgasm.”

  The half-elf helped Cayla out of her robe and into the fountain so she could clean herself off, and Aurora perched herself on the ledge while the princess gushed about our trip to Cedis. I chuckled as I worked on forming the arms of my metal sentries at the work table, and I decided Cayla definitely oversold the part where I told the king she should be the general of his army. I also didn’t remember sending her any steely looks to make her insides quiver, but it was embellishments like this that made for an enthralling story.

  Aurora was on the edge of her seat with the tips of her braids bunched in her grip throughout the whole thing, and when Cayla got to the part where we landed on the dragon’s back after our death fall, Cayla let out a long moan as she described the way my dick practically impaled her organs.

  I was blushing by
the time she finished detailing how rough I got with her while the scales burned her nipples, though, and when I risked a look over my shoulder, both women were hungrily eyeing me.

  Then I cleared my throat. “Anyways! We should probably move on to discussing the rosters--”

  “Mason, make love to me,” Aurora cut in as she jumped up from the fountain ledge. “I can’t wait a whole day, not when you’re leading our army to war and having violent dragon sex with everyone but me.”

  The half-elf was about to wrench the thin strip of red silk off her breasts when I lunged to stop her, but she kept straining against my hold while her emerald eyes burned up at me. Cayla’s colorful descriptions echoed in my mind as I tried so hard not to cave again, and when Aurora downright ordered me to give her the same treatment, I knew this day was only going to get more difficult.

  “Aurora,” I groaned, “I’m not having violent sex with everyone. It was only with Cayla, and if I don’t get these automatons finished--”

  “You can take me as rough as you want, though,” the half-elf insisted. “Please? We can do it right here against the table while you work, and you can even gag me, so my orgasms don’t distract you too much!”

  My eyebrows crinkled painfully as all my blood drained down to the south. “It’ll take me twice as long to get these guys built if I’m inside you, and I still have to get enough ammunition made for the mages. Come on, you know how much is at stake right now, work with me here.”

  “Riding your dick while you work is technically working with you,” Aurora countered, but then Alfred appeared in the doorway.

  “Lady Aurora, you are needed at the training fields,” the butler announced.

  “I am?” the half-elf asked in confusion, and I kept my hands locked on hers in case she tried to get her top off again.

  “Yes, my lady,” Alfred assured her. “A young mage named Deli sent for you ten minutes ago, but I delayed delivering the message since I anticipated you would rather wait until Baron Flynt returned. Now, it is paramount that you get there as quickly as possible.”

  “Is Deli okay?” Aurora asked anxiously as she shook my hands off and headed for the door.

  “She seemed quite distressed,” the butler replied.

  Then he ushered my frisky half-elf out the door like a damn pro, and Cayla smirked from the fountain.

  “See what you started?” I muttered. “This is a slippery slope. I can’t cave for one of you and still deny all the rest. I’m only human.”

  The princess shrugged. “No regrets.”

  “Yeah, me, neither,” I chuckled, “but I have to focus. The troops need to be heading out in only a matter of hours, and I refuse to let the world go up in flames over my unwavering dedication to your sex drives.”

  “It’s more likely it’ll go up in flames because your allies hate one another,” Cayla pointed out as she stood up, and she let herself drip dry in the middle of my shop. “So, focus on your work, and if anything comes up, remember I get to be the bad cop. I’m going to see if Deya’s back from transmuting, and then I’ll check how Shoshanne’s doing with her magery before I get ready to meet my army at the station.”

  I grinned as the princess cinched her tiny robe around her waist, and while water seeped through the fabric, my eyes fell to the taut buds of her nipples pressing urgently against the silk.

  “I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but you’re the sexiest general I’ve ever seen.”

  “Am I?” Cayla purred as she sauntered into my arms. “Do you know what would make me an even sexier general?”

  “What?” I chuckled.

  “If you made me another rifle.”

  The princess’ lips curled into a deadly grin before she kissed me, and as my palms instinctively slid to the meat of her ass, I recalled the sight of two hundred knights saluting her. Just the thought made my grip tighten as I inched the silk up over her hips, but then Cayla pulled away with an eager glint in her eyes, and I came back to reality as I furrowed my brow.

  “Wait, another rifle?” I asked. “What’s wrong with the one I made you?”

  “Nothing, that’s the point,” the princess replied. “If you like me with one, just imagine me with two and nothing else on.”

  Cayla bit her lip and pressed her moist breasts more firmly against my chest, and I couldn’t deny, she’d probably be twice as sexy with twice as many rifles on her.

  “Fine,” I sighed, “but only if I have time.”

  “Then get busy!” the princess giggled as she wriggled out of my hold, and I watched her drip water across the shop as she quickly left me to my work.

  Then I turned to the table and summoned my powers, and while I worked double-time on forming elbow hinges and finger joints, I tried not to think about bending Cayla over a battlement while she fired two AR-15s at once. I also tried not to think about the life-threatening sex I’d be having with Aurora if all this worked out, and as I began replicating more rifles, I tried not to imagine filling her with my seed in the middle of a barrel-roll hundreds of feet above the foothills.

  By the time I finished two more rifles, I’d failed at all these attempts, and I ended up taking a brief moment to douse my head in the calming waters of the fountain.

  I didn’t know if it was the stress, or if making the formal decision to not have sex was the mistake, but suddenly, my body wanted nothing more than to rebel against my better judgement no matter the cost. My adrenaline fueled sexcapade with Cayla only seemed to have heightened my desire, too, but I was determined to stay the course.

  So, when I resurfaced, I dutifully finished the last two AR-15s, and I only half-eavesdropped on Deya and Cayla while they worked on convincing Shoshanne that dragon sex was not something to worry about. All of their points were mostly based on how good I was at it, but it didn’t sound like the healer was willing to budge an inch on the topic. She was convinced Deya might not catch us in time one day, and she ended up silently ignoring all of their rebuttals rather than argue anymore.

  Around this time, I finished engraving all four rifles, and as I fused the last one to an automaton’s hand, Alfred arrived to inform me another thirty minutes had passed.

  “There are four elves at the door as well, sir,” the butler told me. “Apparently, they’ve had a nasty run-in with a few ogres and are seeking retribution.”

  “Shit,” I muttered. “I’ll be right there, but can you get Cayla?”

  “Certainly, sir.”

  I quickly formed ten magazines while I waited for the princess to get downstairs, and I was relieved to see her fully dressed again with her rifle strapped on her back as I met her in the entryway.

  “I think it might be time to try out a little good cop-bad cop,” I muttered under my breath, and Cayla’s eyes lit up before she forced a stern expression so I could open the door.

  Then the princess flipped her rifle around from her back and leveled her aim at one of the elves’ heads.

  “First elf to speak gets a bullet to the skull,” Cayla warned, and all four elves unsheathed their swords on us.

  Chapter 12

  “Hooold up!” I interjected as I jumped to Cayla’s side. “Let’s take it down a notch.”

  Cayla nodded, and then she lowered her aim from the elf’s head to his heart instead.

  “What can I do for you guys?” I chimed in as I tried to nudge the rifle’s barrel toward the door, but the princess stubbornly kept her aim while the elves’ knuckles went white around the hilts of their swords.

  “We request permission to kill seven ogres,” a warrior from House Fehryn announced.

  “Denied,” the princess said as she cocked the charging handle.

  “Nope, don’t do that,” I muttered, but even though I forced Cayla back from the door, the princess just used my shoulder to prop the barrel on. “What she means is killing any ogres is out of the question. You’re here under strict orders to cooperate with our allies, and any act of violence would be grounds for Nulena to do wh
atever it is she said she’d do to you.”

  “The ogres tried to eat us,” the warrior countered as he raised his sword a little higher.

  “Are you sure they weren’t just trying to talk to you?” I tossed out. “The ogres know you’re allying with us, and--”

  “One of them bit me,” an elf replied flatly, and he raised his arm to reveal a flap of bloody sinew he’d done his best to reattach to his forearm.

  I cringed as I recognized the stench of ogre drool festering on the wound. “Okay, you should visit the infirmary immediately. It’s right next door.”

  “Defender Flynt, this is an act of violence on the side of the ogres,” the injured elf informed me. “By elven custom, it is only appropriate that we retaliate in equal measure. This is fair.”

  “I can see why you might think--”

  “Try it,” Cayla murmured with a sinful grin. “I’ve been hoping for some target practice before we move out. I’ll even give you a ten second lead before I start shooting.”

  “Cayla!” I hissed.

  “We were told you were our ally, Defender Flynt, but it appears you would allow your woman to kill us while denying us the right to defend ourselves against the green savages,” the elven warrior challenged.

  “Ten… nine… ” Cayla began.

  “Not at all,” I loudly assured them, but I still couldn’t distract from the deadly purr of Cayla’s countdown. “That’s definitely not how things work in Falmount, and we should continue this discussion sometime, but I’m gonna have to insist you get the hell out of here, because I have no control over her.”

  “If you deny us any retaliation, we will be forced to take matters--”

  “Five… four… ” Cayla continued, and the elves promptly sheathed their swords before they bolted for the bridge.

  Cayla kept counting down as she pushed past me to stroll out the door, though, and I managed to catch her around the waist by the time she got to one. Then I flipped her around and carted her back into the house, and only when the bolt was locked behind me did I set her back down again.

  “You’re welcome,” Cayla sighed as she strapped her rifle over her shoulder.