Chapter 115: I missed that (NSFW)

Chapter 115: I missed that (NSFW)

Mason slept like the dead. He knew he was dreaming as he wandered through nameless, bustling city streets, but thought it probably his hometown of Houston. A busy downtown swirled all around him, with chattering people living their lives at some frantic speed Mason had never enjoyed or matched.

Just as he started thinking he didn’t belong there and preferred the peace of the forest, he saw a familiar explosion in the distance. Then people were running and screaming in panic, somehow missing Mason as he stood still and staring in the middle of the street.

He squinted and watched ghostly text flowing from energy towards him. Ones and zeros and whispering voices as he held his ground, trying to summon his Claw but unable. But as with the first time, the real time, when he’d taken Blake and hid him under a fridge, Mason wasn’t afraid.e on, he thought, more angry than anything. I won’t run like the rest of them. Hit me! Hit me!

The red and orange light struck him, and he blinked at the blinding light then stood in a calm, green woods.

“I realize I’m the crazy brother, but, your dreams scare the shit out of me.”

Mason sighed and turned to find Blake with an affable grin. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

"No rest for the wicked I’m afraid. Anyway I gave you several hours to sleep undisturbed." He looked around at the trees and sighed. "Familiar, but nice."

“I’m afraid to ask what you want now.”

Blake put a hand to his chest as if wounded. “Isn’t the desire to see my brother enough? Must I always have some grand, brilliant, and certainly wise scheme?”

Mason rolled his eyes but grinned a little. “Let’s walk before you annoy me.”

They did just that, wandering through a cool mist and a fake approximation of a forest, finding a human made path like a hiking trail.

“Haven’t seen one of these in awhile,” Blake said as they followed it.

“Have you ever? I doubt you hiked once in your whole life.”

Blake laughed, not offended, as he almost never was. “Not true. Dad made his chauffeur take us camping when we were eight,” he said confidently. “We had a terrible tent, set it up in the wrong place, and when it rained we gave up and slept in the car.”

“Ah yeah.” Mason grinned. “What was his name? Albert? Allen? In hindsight that was vaguely insane.”

“I’ve never been good with names.” Blake sighed. “But that’s a thing of the past. Speaking of new powers, I must say I rather like these orcs that almost killed you.”

“Abrupt. And they didn’t almost...”

“Their minds are extremely susceptible to my magic,” Blake went on. “Unlike you, brother, except when you're sleeping. But even now I expect you could kick me out if you used that power of yours. What is it, anyway?”

Mason squinted. “What do you know about my powers?”

“Oh nothing really. Just that you've got something that keeps me out.”

When Mason stared daggers Blake put up his hands.

“I wasn't trying to manipulate you, I just wanted to see what you were seeing. Anyway, it didn't work worth a damn.”

“It's called Apex Predator,” Mason said, suddenly very pleased he had it. “Some kind of unique thing I got in a dungeon.”

“How curious. How deliciously curious.” Blake stared at Mason like one might inspect a science experiment before shaking his head with a sigh. “Well. That's not why I'm here. This Carl character, do you trust him?”

Mason stopped and gave that some thought. “Yeah. I like him, too. He's a good man. And a good asset to your little town.”

“Glad to hear it.” Blake let out a breath. “I was worried I’d have to control his brain. He’s terrifying, you know. Tier one. Could absolutely murder me if he got the chance.”

“Huh.” Mason hadn’t expected that, but he supposed it made sense. He wasn’t as brute-force oriented as Mason, but his powers were pretty amazing. And that knife of his...

“Stop controlling people’s minds.” Mason said suddenly and stopped walking, giving his brother a good long glare.

Blake rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean control. I meant influence. I influence, brother.”

“Yeah well stop it. Unless it’s absolutely necessary. You shouldn’t just be flinging that kind of power around like it’s nothing. Especially on our own people.”

Blake looked genuinely confused.

“I don’t follow.”

“It's creepy, Blake. And anyone who learned you were doing it would assume the absolute worst. Aren't you worried there's a price? I mean you can't just go around screwing with people's minds and never suffer any consequences.”

Blake glanced around the forest and tapped his fingers on a tree.

He growled and pulled her up to kiss her, pulling the thin straps of fabric away from her pussy and rubbing his hardening tip against her opening.

“You have to cum in me too or it just wouldn’t be fair,” she said in an exaggerated cutesy voice. Mason pushed himself inside, and they both groaned as he completely filled her. “That’s where it belongs,” she leaned down and whispered in his ear, her tone getting huskier, less in control. “I need it so bad, Mason. I’ve been so patient. Please fuck me.”

He really didn’t need the encouragement. With her incredible, thick ass held firmly in both hands, he rode then started jackhammering up into her. Becky was biting her lip watching, so Mason grabbed her and pulled her closer.

“Come here, cowgirl.”

She clearly didn’t know what he meant or wanted, so he used his increasingly inhuman strength to lift her off the bed, spread her legs, and set her down on his face towards Haley.

“Oh.” She gasped and went rigid as Mason pulled her down and swiped his tongue from her front to back then plunged it inside. She tasted amazing, and he let Haley ride him however she wanted as he worked on Becky with his lips and tongue.

Then he was lost in the feel and moaning of both girls, their wetness and tightness his whole world. He had no idea how long it went on, but Haley rode until she started to shake and gasp, and Becky almost instantly followed, clearly turned on by the experience and sight of Haley cumming.

Mason could sympathize. He saw no reason in the world to hold back, and in a growing chorus of his women crying out and soaking him in their juices, he bucked his hips as another orgasm built and released inside Haley.

She squeezed her walls tight all around him, shuddering and riding him as he sprayed deep inside her. He was panting slightly from nothing more than lust, taking in Rebecca’s scent and unable to decide who’s ass to grab and settling on both.

Then both girls were dropping down and lying across him, kissing and touching him as they squirmed. He slid Rebecca off then pulled her in for a kiss, leaving Haley right where she was.

“God I missed that.”

They giggled and cuddled down against him, all lost in the pleasure of the afterglow.

“Tell me about it. We can’t even touch ourselves now, you know,” Haley said. “It’s this damn ‘phase two’. You get an experience penalty if you do it too long!”

Mason snorted as he tried to hold back the laugh. “How long until you learned that particular lesson?”

“Less than a day.” Haley laughed and Becky got started too.

“Well. RoboGod did say something about enforcing 'biological imperatives'. I guess that’s what it meant.”

They got quiet again until Mason noticed Rebecca was stealing some looks at him.

“Everything OK, Becky?”

She flushed a little, which always suited her so well Mason couldn’t help but smile.

“I want to talk about that girl,” she said, and Mason’s stomach dropped a little.

“What girl?” Haley perked up.

“The one who kissed him and ‘thanked him for last night’.” Rebecca said with a slightly jealous tone. Mason sighed.

“Her name's Rosa.”

“Oooh pretty.” Haley sat up.

“Down girl. Let's just say she'd like to be...involved.”

“What does that mean?” Rebecca asked with entirely less enthusiasm.

“I have no idea,” Mason said honestly.

“Like another girl in the house?” Haley was starting to wiggle a little. “That would be lovely.”

Rebecca frowned. “Do we get a say in this?”

Mason met her eyes and took her hand. “Of course you do, it's not like, I mean...OK I have no idea how this works.”

Rebecca looked down and played with some lint on the bed. “She didn't exactly come across as...I mean, sharing didn't really seem like her plan. Anyway there’s only so much room in the darn bed!”

They all eventually laughed at that, and Mason laced his fingers with Becky’s. “You might be right. And if so, then that's that. You girls come first. OK? I don't need anything or anyone else.”

They smiled at that and cuddled into him, but as now seemed Mason’s inevitable existence, he was already ready for another round...

“Oh dear,” she said, giving Rebecca some kind of silent code with her eyes. “It’s your turn, sweetie.” Then, with a slightly devious look. “I could get your outfit for you.”

Before Mason had time for input or questions, they’d swapped places, and Haley took a cowboy hat from nothing and plopped it on the country girl’s head.