The First Great Game (A Litrpg/Harem Series)

Chapter 33: Maybe just a minute (NSFW)

After learning he was a druid, the demeanor of the women had changed entirely. No more were they hungry-eyed predators that had taken as they desired. Now they waited as if for command, still staring down, still on their knees. Thea remained entirely naked, her hands held awkwardly over her small tuft of pubic hair. Calypsa still wore half her bark-like armor below the waist, waiting more like a sexy soldier for her orders. Mason took a moment to appreciate the ridiculousness of his life in this new world—at finding Haley, at walking into a magic tree, having made just the right choices to somehow become a source of authority for two actual nymphs.

At some point, he supposed, he would have to accept a man’s luck could change.

“Take off the rest of your armor,” he said, taking another sip of water. Calypsa stood instantly and wiggled the skin-tight material down with some effort over her shapely hips, revealing a hairless, swollen pussy with moisture he could already see. He decided then and there he’d be fucking her. Partially because she’d been more aggressive, partially because she seemed to want it less. She was so small and lithe he expected he could pick her up with one hand, and already imagined pounding her into the floor. Thea was incredible, with curves that belonged in some teenager’s wet dream. But her body was more like Haley’s, and it was time for a little change.

He looked at Calypsa. “You said you wanted to go first, right?”

She looked surprised, and glanced at her sister. “I meant only…er, yes, druid.”

“Then come here.”

She obeyed, crawling forward until her knees were against Mason’s thigh. He sat up and leaned close enough to kiss her, trailing his lips across hers until her mouth opened and he pushed his tongue inside. He ran his fingers over her breasts, playing with her hard, dark nipples.

“Now turn around,” he said, “and stick your ass in the air.”

Again she obeyed immediately, turning and bowing down almost like she was praying. Her ass was pert and fit and small and wouldn’t give her much padding for what was to come. Mason positioned himself behind her and gripped a handful, running his thumb over her asshole.

“I want your mouth until I’m good and hard, Thea. Then just sit there and be good while I fuck your sister.

The naked nymph smiled as she bent over and started licking and sucking the tip. Frankly Mason didn’t need much encouragement. Whatever they’d given him to eat and drink seemed to entirely revitalize his libido, and he’d gone from feeling completely drained and satisfied to imagining fucking every woman he’d ever met. With Thea’s mouth on his hard length, and an impatient grunt, he gabbed Calypsa  and pulled her ass in the air, then spread her legs. She yelped slightly in surprise, then he gathered up her shoulder length black hair into a hand, and pushed Thea away.

He lined up to Calypsa’s opening, and tested her with his tip. She was wet, but incredibly tight, and he was forced to work himself in slowly rather than ram in like he’d intended.

The nymph gasped. “He’s too much, sister, I can’t…”

“You can.” Thea soothed, reaching down to play with her sister’s clit, an almost apologetic smile at Mason.

Mason was already growling with lust at the feel of her. He gave her time to take at least half, enjoying the frequent shudders and moans as she took it. But he lost his patience, finally sliding his entire length inside as Calypsa gripped the blanket below them and gasped.

Something about her difficulty and discomfort drove him on.

“Take my cock,” he said, pulling back on her hair to arch her back as he drove inside. Her mouth was open, a shuddering series of cries coming from her throat as Mason hammered into her with a relentless rhythm. He loved watching her small frame shudder as their flesh slapped together, and he knew she could take it. Her body was lean and strong. As she opened slightly, he only kept on harder, pounding her until he let go of her hair so she could drop to the floor. “Keep your face down,” he said, pulling her ass up so he could pound it down again.

He knew he’d been gaining strength and endurance. He’d had to be gentle with Haley, concerned he might misjudge himself and hurt her, especially after wearing her down as he already had. But he didn’t worry for a moment about Calypsa. He drifted away and lost himself in the primal fury of it—the complete obedience of the girl below him, the total dominance of her body, and her tight little hole. She was crying out, biting her hand, trying to muffle her own screams as the sweat dripped down Mason’s brow and fell on her back. When Calypsa kept up a steady moan that just raised or lowered as Mason drove into her, he’d decided she had enough. He had no idea if she’d orgasmed, or even could, but in that moment didn’t care.

He watched his whole length sinking into her tight little body again and again as she squirmed and just held on. Then he came, and came hard—slowing down as he drove into the nymph with brutal, almost violent strokes.

He groaned as his balls tightened and released. “Fuck yes, take it all.” Every animalistic thrust released another spray of hot cum into the girl’s bludgeoned pussy. He slapped her clit from beneath, causing her to jerk and squeeze against him with whatever strength she had left, then he spanked her ass hard as she did. The nymph sagged and panted into the ground, and he expected she’d have fallen over if not still skewered on his twitching cock.

“I feel the life inside me, sister,” she practically sobbed. “There will be plenty…” she panted. “Plenty more for you. He’s so full of life.”

Thea smiled almost awkwardly beside him, then dashed in to throw her arms around his chest. If he hadn’t just emptied a few day’s worth of cum, the view of Calypsa still bent over and stuffed, and Thea’s soft chest against him, he might have been ready for another round.

“Thank you, druid,” she said, wiping some wetness from her eyes. “For your seed. And the enthusiasm of its delivery. I know it must have been difficult.” She looked up at him, the same earnest, innocent look on her face. “Now is there anything we can do for you?”

* * *

Mason wore his best poker face, and tried not to laugh. Calypsa eased his cock out of her with a wet sucking sound, then dropped and lay flat and unmoving.

“I apologize, druid,” said Thea, “but my sister has never been…seeded so vigorously. She will need time to recover.”

It was the kind of ego boost that didn’t require acknowledgment. And as good as it was, Mason noticed some ghostly text floating in the corner of his vision, and his eyes widened as he stared.

[Title earned! Quench the unquenchable: Sexually satisfy a nymph. Increased virility.]

He blinked, and snorted, not entirely sure what that meant. But for now it wasn’t important.

Calypsa cuddled up next to him, her warm, soft body soon pressed against his side, her hands gently stroking and massaging his chest as he lay down and exhaled a deep breath. Apparently, she saw no need to get dressed.

“I could use some information,” he said.

“Of course, druid,” Thea smiled. “We have considerable knowledge of this forest, of primal magic, of birth and rebirth, of…”

“Let the druid ask his questions,” Calypsa muttered from the ground.

“First, what are you?”

Thea look confused. “We have told you, druid. We are daughters of Gaia, sisters of the earth,…”

“Yes.” He nodded. “What I mean is…are you…players? Civilians?”

Thea stared at him without comprehension.

“Did the system create you? Do you have certain rules you have to follow?” He wasn’t quite sure how to ask ‘are you some kind of intelligent robots?’ without sounding extra offensive.

Still the girl or creature stared at him in utter confusion. “What is a system, druid? I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you mean.”

Alright. Nevermind that.

They said they had considerable knowledge of the forest, and Blake was in this forest. Probably. Better to stick to something immediately useful, he decided.

“I’m looking for someone,” he said. “A young man named Blake. Would you be able to help me find him?”

Thea frowned.

“You are the only man whose name we know, druid. We do not leave our grove, except to walk between the Great Trees. But that isn’t currently possible.”

“What do you mean walk between the great trees? And why can’t you do it now?”

The nymph looked sad, and Mason had the immediate urge to comfort her. He drew her against him, and somewhat amazingly felt a small twitch between his legs as her soft body squished tight against his skin.

“We nymphs can travel the Path of the Wyrds,” she explained. “It takes us instantly from any of the Great Trees spread across the world.”

“But they have been corrupted, and occupied,” Calysta rose up with a luxurious stretch, some strength returned to her voice. “The druids of old are gone, and evil has returned to the world. Ours is the last Great Tree we know that can still be traveled safely…and even then…the rot has begun.”

There was moisture in the nymphs’ eyes now and Mason felt something primal in his chest to defend them, protect them. “What is this rot? Is it the other dungeon? That is, the other place I felt when I touched the tree?”

“Yes,” Thea nodded sadly. “A foul energy has come to our grove. The lower creatures are all infested, the dryads and satyrs who lived there wrestling with sickness that stains their souls. I fear they are all but lost. We were forced to flee here, and shut them out.”

“But it’s only a matter of time?” Mason inferred.

“Yes.” Thea smiled. “But we are wielders of life magic. And your potent seed will help us keep the rot at bay. For awhile, at least.”

“I think I’ve cleared one of these Great Trees already,” Mason thought back to the gnolls. “Perhaps I can do it again.”

Both nymphs sat up with eager eyes. “You did? Where was it?” Thea asked.

“What did it look like?” Calypsa added. “What infested it?”

“Woah, woah,” Mason sat back up and sighed. “It was…South West, several days on foot. But I run pretty fast. Though I was carrying someone.”

“Ah. A woman.”

Mason raised a brow and Thea shrugged.

“We could smell her on you.”

“You’ve been wasting seed on her, haven’t you?” said Calypsa.

“Alright.” Mason narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t wasting anything. It’s mine, not yours, right? To do with what I will.”

“Yes, druid,” they both mumbled.

“So the tree,” he continued. “It was huge, though not as large as yours. It was filled with gnolls, and had a big, green pool of foul waters, surrounded by…”

“The Tree of Asimos!” said Thea, and Calypsa nodded. “You cleared it?”

“I…think so? I killed all the gnolls at the end. It was empty when I left.”

“Oh, sister,” said Thea, her eyes shining with pleasure. “A real druid has returned to us! Like the legends of old. Fate has brought you, Mason. And now you will restore the great trees for Gaia. Starting with ours.”

[Objective received: Restore the great trees of Gaia throughout the Western Forest. Quest reward: Walking the Wyrd Way.]

Mason’s eyes widened when he looked at the reward. Did that mean he could travel through these trees like nymphs? Some kind of…instantaneous movement? Like teleportation? If so, well, that was amazing. But who knew how many trees there were and how far apart. And how difficult to clear. The last one had nearly killed him. He’d gotten more powerful since then, obviously, but then maybe so would the challenges.

He looked at the nymphs, so expectant, so filled with hope, and he sighed. “OK. I will. But it won’t be quick, or eas…”

They squealed and even Calypsa scrambled to his side, crushing themselves against him. He squeezed them back, slightly annoyed to be naked as he felt his dick twitch.

“Oh.” Thea ran her hand down his stomach. “Look! He has more seed sister!”

Calypsa’s green eyes went wide, and she put a hand between her legs as if in protection. “I…don’t think I could withstand it, sister. And the druid must be tired. Perhaps we could use our mouths again?”

Mason could hardly believe he was doing it but he held them both back from the attempt. On top of the concern that another double blowjob would kill him, he was reminded that Haley was still outside the tree, probably lost and terrified.

“My…woman is outside, alone. I have to leave. She won’t have any idea what happened, I have to…”

“Oh she is quite safe safe,” said Thea, fighting to get a hand to Mason’s cock.

“How do you know?” he watched her eyes.

“Because she is trapped in the mists of our great tree. We can see her even now. She is frightened, as you say, but very much fine. You can lead her out when we’re finished.”

Mason relaxed, but still pushed away the nymphs’ hands.

“No. I will lead her out now. So you can’t tell me how to find my friend?”

“We’re very sorry, druid,” said Calypsa with a tone that implied it was true. “But we can tell you there is a dwelling of men to the West. Your friend might be there.”

Mason nodded, pleased this matched the scout’s information.

“I may have to fight those men to rescue him,” he said. “Is there anything you can do to help me? Once I’ve saved him, I’ll see to your tree.”

Thea frowned but looked at her sister. “Calypsa is a warrior, but if she left I would be almost without protection.”

“Could you both come?”

“No,” she shook her head. “At least one of us must be here to maintain the magic sustaining the holy tree. But…we could risk Thea accompanying you. For a little while.”

Mason frowned. He didn’t want to do that and put Thea in any danger. “No. I don’t want to risk you, or your tree. I’ll solve it on my own and come back. I promise.”

Again tears formed in the softer nymph’s eyes, and the clung to him as if he were driftwood in some dangerous sea. He suspected at least part of how he felt was magic toying with his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel protective of them.

“Oh!” Calypsa rose and hopped up, her pert, still red ass bouncing pleasantly as she moved to a different section of the cave. She returned with what looked like a crystal hanging on a vine. “This will help channel your power, druid. It is a natural charm, and will harness your magic.”

Mason took it and smiled politely. “I’m sorry but I’m not sure I understood that. What does it do specifically?”

The nymphs shrugged. “Every druid is different. Only you will know how to wield it, Mason. But please accept it with our thanks, and blessing.”

[Received Primal Charm.]

“Thank you,” Mason said and meant. “I won’t forget.”

The nymphs beamed, and exchanged a look.

“Are you certain you don’t wish to rest and recover a little while? You can bathe in the holy waters, and drink and eat to your contentment, and…”

“No, thank you.” Mason rose, then glanced at the pool. “Well. I wouldn’t mind a quick dip in that water, if that’s alright?”

Thea smiled and rose up to take his hand. “Come, druid, it will renew you.”

She led him to the faintly glowing waters, and he stepped into the tepid pool without hesitation, descending until it rose up to his chest. He dipped below the surface and did his best to scrub at his body with his hands. At least when he was back with Haley, he wouldn’t smell quite so much like sex, and um, nymph.

He rose back up to find the creatures both beside him, their wet bodies soon pressed against him as their mouths opened and sucked his neck and chest.

“Very bad,” he groaned, pushing at them with pathetic, token resistance. “My friend is out there. I need to go.”

Calypsa slipped under the pool, and he soon felt her lips and tongue stroking his thighs, and then his cock, until he stiffened and slid into her mouth.

He groaned and lay back as Thea whispered in his ear. “We can breathe under water, druid, please just relax.”

Then she too dipped under the surface, and again two mouths sucked and licked his manhood with wild abandon, and he put his arms on the edge of the pool and rested his head.

“Well,” he sighed. “Maybe just a minute.”

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