The First Great Game (A Litrpg/Harem Series)

Chapter 327: Wedding night (NSFW)

Mason took turns with Naya and Haley for hours. They had little naps and breaks for water (and one of Haley's snacks), all naked and laughing as they ate pastries like they'd gone a day without food.

They didn't even make it back to the bedroom for that round, Mason ending up spreading Naya’s legs and rubbing her ass red on the carpet. He’d had to carry her half conscious to the bed when they were finished.

"Someone's enjoying himself," Haley said after, cuddling against him on the bed and running her hands over his chest. "She's beautiful, isn't she? Almost like...a...well, a…"

"Disney Princess," Mason said, and Haley laughed. "And look who's talking."

His 'slave' grinned and put her hands under her large breasts, giving them a little jiggle.

"With these? No. A movie, maybe, but definitely not Disney."

"Oh really?" Mason smiled, pushing Haley to her back as he inspected. "And what sort of movie were you thinking?"

He could see Haley was almost spent, her eyes going wide as she realized Mason might actually take her again. The door of their wing creaked open, though, and Mason could tell it was Rosa and Becky just by the sound of their walk.

"Saved by the girls," Mason said, giving Haley another peck on the lips as he stood and threw on a pair of pants.

"What will you say?" Haley asked, moving to the side of the bed as if to come along. Mason stopped her.

"Not sure." He shrugged. "Probably I'll just...say how it is. We'll go from there. They knew we were coming here, right? You, me and Naya?"

Haley nodded, and Mason was thankful for that. He didn't want to lie to anyone, especially not his girls. The idea of losing Becky or Rosa hurt, but he knew it was possible.

He also knew he couldn't do much except what he was doing. He'd never pretend Haley wasn't...special. And with Naya's culture and strange circumstances he hadn't much choice there, either. So it was two wives…and two…something else.

But he didn't know what Becky and Rosa wanted, or how they thought about it. Not exactly. With a deep breath and a last glance at the sleeping elf and beautiful blonde blowing him a good luck kiss, he opened the bedroom door.

Becky and Rosa were eating Haley's leftovers in the kitchen. They looked tired, a bit awkward, speaking so quietly even Mason's hearing wasn't enough to pick out the words. He walked straight to them with Gaia's Blessing off, not wanting things to get...distracted.

"Hi," he said, moving right up beside them and taking a bite.

"Hi," they both mumbled, clearly not sure what to expect. Mason took another deep breath, knowing he had no capacity to just make small talk without dealing with the thing.

"I'm not good at this," he said. "Whatever the hell it is."

"Managing the half dozen or so women you're sleeping with," Rosa said, popping a piece of fruit into her mouth. She said it so matter of factly Mason didn't even know how she felt about it. But Becky definitely winced.

"Close enough," he said, then reminded himself how he'd felt in the bedroom, how he felt with Cerebus standing at his side, guiding him to some impossible future. He met Rosa's eyes first. "Nothing has changed for me. I have a lot to do outside this hall. Inside it, I want all of you with me, getting along, happy. It's up to you what you want."

Rosa met his stare, then shrugged.

"I'm good. I like how things are. I'll be...nice, to the new girl. As long as she is. But..." the Mexican pointed a finger at Mason's chest. "If I get pregnant, we get married. Until then..." she smiled a little. "Who knows? Maybe I find a better man tomorrow."

"Is that right?" Mason fought his smile. "He’ll need to be able to run fast, whoever he is."

"Maybe he will," Rosa said, grinning. Mason was half tempted to pick her up and carry her into the room with the others...but he fought the impulse and waited.

"Becky? What are you thinking?"

"I dunno," she said, playing with the food. "I'm feelin’..." she tossed a hand. "Like I can't keep up. But I ‘aint angry. Just thought you were passin' over Haley for this…new girl, but, I see that ain't it. So...I just...I don't need to get married, ya know? I like the way things are. And I don't want change. That's all."

"Me too," Mason said, putting his arm around her and pulling her a little closer. "And if you feel different later, that' fine too. I just want you happy."

She turned and hugged him, burying herself into his chest as he gestured for Rosa. The dark haired beauty came slower, as usual, like maybe she wouldn't come at all. But then she was in his other arm, and he was holding them both and kissing their hair.

"Now go back to your wives," Rosa said. "I'm sure they're missing you already on your fancy wedding night. Becky can just come sleep in the guest room."

Mason slid his hands down both girls backs.

"Well. My wives are sleeping. So I was thinking maybe, it would be very naughty, on my wedding night, if I fucked the brains out of my mistresses."

Rosa’s nails dug into his arm as he slipped a hand under her skirt. Becky’s eyes flared with excitement, though she tried to fight it down.

"You haven't even washed,” she said in a tone that showed she was already loving the game. “You still smell like them.”

Mason popped the button on the front of her jeans.

"Yeah."

He yanked them down over her hips with one hard tug, pulling them low enough to cup a hand between her legs. It was definitely time for Gaia's Blessing, he decided, and watched his cowgirl's eyes close slightly in building lust as it activated. She put her hands on Mason's arm and hand and helped him work her.

He was already fingering Rosa under the skirt, her opening shockingly wet.

"You wanted me to come out here and fuck you, didn't you?" he said, looking into her dark eyes.

"No," she lied, spreading her legs so he could touch her better.

"You like that I should be in there, but instead I'll be inside you. That you’re stealing some of Naya’s night."

Rosa took a little breath, not bothering to speak. Mason stepped on Becky's jeans to get them off, then pushed both girls towards Rosa's bedroom.

"You'll have to be quiet," he said. "My wives shouldn't hear you getting pounded by their husband."

Becky practically whined.

"I don't know if I can."

Mason didn't actually care if they were quiet, it was just part of the game. If he had it his way Haley and Naya would hear and come join them. But the fiction was definitely working for his girls and he sure as hell wasn't going to ruin it.

"Do your best," he said, slapping their asses as he pushed them towards Rosa’s bedroom. “I wouldn’t want them to come see me fucking you.”

The girls went to the bed and leaned against it, Rosa hiking up her skirt. Mason closed the door and took a second to admire their amazing asses, their lean bodies arched as they looked back at him.

"Fuck us like you fucked your wives," Rosa said with a naughty grin.

He growled and stripped off his pants, moving behind them and taking both girls by the back of the neck. He kissed them in turns, slapping his now rock hard length between Rosa’s cheeks. He pulled up their shirts to get their tits out, stripping off their bras impatiently to grope Rosa’s first.

“Be a good girl and take it nice and quiet,” he said, then slid his hard on down and pushed inside her. She gasped and arched her back even more, closing her mouth and moaning quietly as he started pounding her.

Becky was watching them with barely contained lust, her hand between her legs as much as the system would allow.

"Ai, I missed it," Rosa moaned, back so arched she was looking right up at him. "Fuck me hard, papi, please, please."

Mason didn't need encouragement there. In fact his only concern was going so hard he'd snap a civilian like Rosa in half. But he took it as far as he dared.

Pretty soon the room was filled with the smacking sounds of Mason ramming into Rosa's ass. He used a hand to throw Becky onto the bed, then lifted Rosa too and stood above her. He pushed her face down until her ass was straight in the air and pounded down into her.

Pretty soon she was biting the sheet, gripping it with both hands and moaning with every thrust.

She came hard, burying her face in the sheets to scream, so much wetness coming out of her it dripped onto the bed. Mason still had plenty to give. He let her have a load, spraying deep inside her as he watched her eager, soaked hole take him in.

Becky was still watching with pained, impatient eyes, and Mason tossed Rosa aside and pulled the cowgirl in.

"You want it like that, too?"

She half nodded, half shook in anticipation, and Mason gripped her tits and squeezed her nipples.

"Taste it first," he told her, “taste all the other girls before I fuck you.”

Becky groaned and came forward to slide his wet shaft between her lips, eyes closed in lust. He let her suck him until he was good and hard again, then spun her around and dropped her over roughly with a hand on the back of her head.

He had almost no fear at all of hurting Becky. Her vitality was probably almost as high as his.

So he slammed into her, grabbing her by the wrists to help pull her back as he fucked her. He gave her every inch in brutal thrusts, faster and deeper until the bed was bouncing as Becky pounded into it. She did her best to bite the sheet and muffle the sound, moving into some kind of animalistic moan that just got louder with each thrust.

After cumming so many times in his other women, Mason actually had to put in some work. He pounded Becky's ass for what felt like an hour, losing track of her orgasms. Her pussy was clenching him so long and hard it finally went slack, her body almost limp as he rammed her.

Something about looking down at her, completely spent, completely submissive, just holding on as he took her—Rosa bouncing on the bed next to her as she got fucked, skirt up, barely conscious and still leaking with his cum...

It did the job.

Mason shivered and let out a deep breath as he exploded inside his southern girl. He had no idea how much liquid was even left in his body, but she managed one last squeeze around his shaft, rocking back against him to try and milk the last few drops.

"I'm mush," she mumbled.

Mason grinned and slapped her ass, realizing now it was already completely red with his hand prints. He ran his fingers over the skin, sending her into several shivers and moans as he just enjoyed the view of her impaled on his cock.

Then he finally let her slide forward and collapse, and he hopped off the bed and left both girls lying there dripping with his cum without a word.

It was his wedding night after all, and he thought it best he be there when his wives woke in the morning.

Because tomorrow was a brand new day. And an important one for Nassau, and probably humanity. Tomorrow was Nexus day.