The First Great Game (A Litrpg/Harem Series)

Haley turned her back to him, and he lay down in the narrow space of the bedroll, draping an arm on top of her. He’d been so tired he’d hardly even remembered sleeping beside her, but now that he was awake and here he closed his eyes and smelled her. She was all vanilla and something fruity, a heady cocktail mixed with a woman’s fresh sweat. It didn’t even take the feel of her ass pressed against him, or the softness of her hair before he was hard as a rock. Haley squirmed slightly to get comfortable, and that didn’t help at all.

Then she turned her head like a deer who’d caught scent of something, half rolled towards him and grinned.

“I, uh,” Mason cleared his throat, “I guess I’m mostly awake.”

Haley turned entirely to face him, and he realized that though she’d sucked him off, he hadn’t so much as kissed her yet. He decided he should remedy that. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in, moving slowly to kiss her lips one by one. He almost groaned at how soft they were, then did as she opened her mouth, and hungrily accepted his tongue.

Well. His erection was certainly not going away. And the occasional blowjob was one thing, but what he wanted now might be a new line she wasn’t willing to cross.

“I think we have to change your job description again,” Mason whispered when he pulled away, and he felt Haley shake with a laugh. “If that’s alright.”

“Oh? What were you thinking?”

Bloody tease, he thought, feeling his raging hard on pressed against the thin cloth between her legs.

“You know what I’m thinking,” he looked into her eyes. “Is that what you want?”

Haley bit her lip, then took his hand and slowly guided it between her legs to feel the thin, moist fabric covering her.

“I was wet when you jumped to me in that cave,” she leaned up and whispered in his ear, then licked it. “Your body. Your scars. Your courage. I was wet before you carried me for hours on your back.”

Mason wasn’t usually one to be overcome by lust. He’d lived a disciplined life, largely without women, and even tried to avoid porn. But Haley’s t-shirt was suddenly blasphemy. He grabbed it by the bottom and pulled it up over her head, stopping to trap her arms. Her chest heaved, and he buried his face into her incredible, round breasts, sucking each pale nipple as she failed to remove her arms. Her body arched beneath him, and she inhaled sharply at his every touch. He kept her arms raised and trapped as he took his time on both nipples with sucks and little nibbles, working his way down her toned stomach to her wide hips. She finally managed to get her shirt off and gripped both hands in his hair as he kissed her thighs and hips, then yanked her panties to her knees.

“I’m sweaty,” she complained, and Mason almost laughed at the thought that would stop him from tasting her. All that annoyed him in that moment was that it was too damn dark to see. He wanted to see every part of her, how she moved, how turned on she was. He traced his hands over a trim patch of blonde hair above her sex, then swiped his tongue over the whole length of her slit. She writhed and he pushed her up the bedroll and forced her legs apart as he buried his face in between. She was pulling at his hair and moaning as he jammed a finger inside her and licked her clit. He kept at it, then as soon as he felt she was close, he stopped, and climbed up her body on hands and knees.

He kicked off her panties and lowered himself on top of her, achingly hard length resting on her thigh until he slid it down, tip resting against her soaked opening. She put her head back and licked her lips, squirming underneath him.

“You are very cruel,” she whined in that sexy accent. Her face was achingly gorgeous. Her body belonged in Hollywood or in some magazine selling swimsuits. And she was naked, under him, begging for more. He’d never been with a girl half this beautiful, and the reality of it was starting to dawn on him.

“Just taking my time,” he whispered, kissing her softly and giving her his tongue, which she sucked eagerly as she worked her hips trying to push his cock inside. Life was very strange, that was for sure. But this moment, this moment was good.

He slid just his tip inside her, and found her far more than ready.

“Please,” she begged, holding the back of his head with both hands and staring into his eyes. “I want you inside me. Please.”

A man only had so much discipline. Mason pushed his cock into Haley as she gasped, sliding further and further until she’d taken his entire length. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and for a moment he just stayed motionless inside her, loving the warm, wet tightness of her pussy. He was very glad she’d sucked him off first, because now he felt in control. He pumped slowly inside her as she continued to writhe and push her hips and ass against him, trying desperately to take him deeper and faster.

“Please,” she begged after several minutes of not giving her what she wanted. “You can fuck me all night, I promise. I’m yours. But I want to cum. Please.”

Now that, Mason thought, is how you negotiate. He only hoped his brother would be proud.

He worked kisses down Haley’s chin and neck without a word, then lifted her legs slightly, rolling her up on her back, before suddenly driving into her hard. She cried out and clawed his back as he thrust inside in a steady rhythm, slowly picking up the pace. The more he hammered her, the more Haley moaned and clung to him, so Mason just kept going.

Whatever primal beast lived in Mason’s DNA was soon in control. He shoved himself inside her, ignoring the moans and cries and how she squeezed and quivered around him. He gripped her breasts and half kissed, half bit into her neck, yanking a handful of her hair as he jackhammered inside her. When her pussy became a flood, and she’d clamped down hard again and again then slackened around him, he knew she’d gotten what she wanted. Then she was trembling and damn near trying to escape, and he could feel her juices soaking his balls as she kept crying out ‘fuck, fuck’.

When the red fog of lust finally faded from his eyes, he at last lost control. His whole body flushed and clenched, and the pressure swirled and built into a wave of release that made him groan. Then he was pumping her full of cum, pounding straight through, desperate to fill her as deeply as he could. She kept pushing against him, apparently neither of them with any thought of pulling out. She’d slackened in his arms, almost unconscious as he kissed her cheek.

When he could finally speak again, he mumbled, “I shouldn’t have…” between heavy breaths. She opened her eyes and locked her lips against his as she kept moving against his cock.

“That’s what I wanted.”

He slumped down on top of her, still inside her, no desire at all to move. After a minute or two she shook with some kind of giggle, and he grunted in question.

“I just leveled. Apparently I’m doing a good job.”

Mason snorted, and they both shook with laughter. Between the sex and the strange, blissful moment of human connection in this dystopian insanity, he felt a bit of the stress of survival and responsibility for his brother fade away, if just for a moment.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Yes you are.”

“Do I get a raise?” she grinned up at him and he practically rolled his eyes.

“There’s a joke in there,” he mumbled, “But I’m too tired.”

Finally he rolled away because he felt her legs shaking, and she immediately cuddled up next to him, wrapping a leg over his. He slapped her ass hard and she clung to him even tighter, and he was starting to get the idea. Haley liked bad boys. She wanted a rough, hard, dangerous man, who took what he wanted and didn’t apologize.

Mason hadn’t really thought of himself that way, but then he’d just made her cum harder than he’d ever seen a woman cum, and he could still feel her juices all over him. As he considered how he’d kept to himself in the old world, and the way he’d mostly hated civilization and having to pretend all the time, he was starting to realize it might be the case. He might be exactly the kind of man Haley wanted.

The beautiful French girl’s breathing slowed, and Mason felt her slump into him and drift asleep. He curled his fingers through her hair, his other hand stroking her perfect ass. He was still a bit confused and bewildered how he’d gone from nearly dead in a dungeon to sleeping next to a beautiful woman. But old world or new, it wasn’t a bad way to spend the morning.

Calling him master definitely didn’t help clear his lust. He pressed his erection between her ass cheeks, and when she pushed it out slightly he knew he could have her right then and there without resistance. But she was right. It was time to clear his head and focus on the mission: Blake needed him. So he sighed and slapped Haley’s ass as he groped a tit, then stepped over to a bottle of water and doused it over his head. A cold shower would have been preferable.