Chapter 124: Just a quickie (NSFW)

Chapter 124: Just a quickie (NSFW)

Mason was not the dangerous quickie type. He was practical, and he supposed generally serious, and not at all prone to getting himself screwed just to get...well, screwed. Or at least he used to be.

But as he pulled Rebecca along the tower wall, glancing back to see her excited, naughty smile, he was starting to see the appeal. Still, first things were first. He wanted to make sure there wasn't an army of orcs lurking somewhere inside.

"There's gotta be a way in. Or up." Mason inspected the wall surrounding the next tower and decided it was very climbable. The rocks were rough and in all kinds of shapes and sizes, with hand holds practically everywhere. He'd rarely practiced climbing, assuming it should be avoided in a post-apocalyptic scenario at all costs. But then he'd not had a super-enhanced body...

He put his hands and feet to the wall and reached up, blinking in something like surprise at how easy it felt.

"Aila was wrong," Rebecca said from the bottom. "You're Spiderman not Superman."

Superman and Spiderman were about the limit of Mason's comic awareness, so he grinned a little as he hauled himself up the stone with ease. With a slight grin he gripped and went hand over hand, barely needing his legs until he'd reached the top and pulled himself up. The walls weren't that high, actually, and he suspected most players could climb them.

He stepped to the far side and looked down, hearing nothing but the wind.

"Anything?" Rebecca called up.

"Nothing."

Mason stretched out with his senses one last time, but heard only a few insects and the wind, then briefly considered dropping down on the other side. But frankly he didn't need to get in. He could climb over again whenever he wanted, and he realized he could even have Violet dig a tunnel for anyone else. He half climbed, half slid back down to Rebecca, then pulled her into his arms.

"Are we really going to do this?" she whispered as Mason inspected her clothes. Some kind of stretchy khaki-like apocalypse pants. Simple enough to get down. Cowboy boots and long sleeve button shirt. No problem.

"You don't want to get fucked next to an orc tower?"

The words were getting her going, and as Mason put his knee between her legs she pushed down against it. "The others could come looking for us any second,” she said, moaning a little as Mason helped her grind against his knee.

He bit her shoulder as he came. Hot, beautiful release pulsed through him, spraying into Rebecca without a thought of pulling out. She lay her head back against him and moved with his cock, milking him and moaning as he twitched and shot with every spasm. She ran her hands over his on her breasts, letting out another throaty chuckle as she licked her lips and rocked against him.

"I think someone likes dangerous sex." Mason whispered, cock still twitching inside her.

"Mmmhmm," she agreed, biting her lip and letting out another moan. "Oh God I want more," she whined, and Mason suspected he could oblige. But as the world returned he heard movement coming from the tower tunnel. And maybe a slight sizzling sound from somewhere close he couldn't pinpoint.

"You two alright?" called a male voice and the sound of footsteps along the wall.

"Shit." Mason fixed his clothes, walking to intercept the concerned player to buy Rebecca more time.

He found Phuong halfway, using a wooden walking stick and rolling a piece of grass between his lips. The old man looked Mason up and down.

"I thought I heard...something."

"We're fine. Not to worry. There's no orcs at all as far as I can tell."

Rebecca came around the corner looking...mostly fine. But Mason had apparently left dusty handprints directly over her breasts, and he gave a slightly resigned smile as Rebecca looked between him and Phuong.

"Ah," said the old man, with a yellow toothed grin. "Glad you're OK. Did you hear some kind of...popping sound?"

"I would have said sizzle," Mason cleared his throat. Then he heard footsteps from inside the walls, and felt all other feelings drain like sand. He gestured back towards the tunnel, and whispered. "Move. Now." Then pushed Rebecca and ran to fetch his bow.

The sound, he realized, was familiar. It was the same as Carl coming out of the Grey Tower. There were some kind of dungeon portals activating.

The footsteps were increasing and matching and mixing with thuds and clangs. The orcs were coming.