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.
Come 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.
“Why not?”
“Because…” Mason tossed up his hands and sighed. “That's not how life works. At least for everyone but you. But probably eventually even for you. One day people might start to catch on, and they might not be that happy.”
“They should be bloody grateful,” Blake said, a rare bit of annoyance in his voice. “I'm trying to keep them from killing each other. To keep us all alive.”
Mason took a breath and met Blake’s eyes. “I know. But they won’t care why. I'm telling you, stop it, or at least keep it to a minimum. I don’t want to hurt anyone over it. I don’t like bullies, Blake. You should know that better than anyone.”
"I’m not a…fine, fine,” Blake rolled his eyes. “Point taken. You know it's starting to feel like you're the hall monitor in these conversations."
"Yeah well your arrogance is edging towards megalomania, so don't blame me."
Blake smiled, looking almost proud. "I’m shocked! Those are awfully big words to learn from reading zombie apocalypse magazines."
"Fuck you." Mason grinned. Then something felt like it was…tickling his thigh, and maybe his ear. “Are you trying to screw with my mind or something?” He scratched and looked for imaginary dream bugs.
Blake watched him and grinned, as if he understood. "Haley and I finished with the Sanctuary contracts a little while ago. I expect she’ll be home now and…settled in. She seemed about as impatient as me."
The tickling was getting...slightly more private, and Blake's brow raised as Mason squirmed.
"Oh dear. Well, I'll leave you to it. I'm glad your home, brother, and that you're alright. You'll have to tell me all about your adventures when we have more time."
"Just get out of my dream so I can wake up, or I'm turning on my Anti-Blake power and we’ll see what happens."
"I'm going, I'm going!"
Mason sighed as the trees vanished. He opened his eyes to find Haley and Rebecca in black lingerie, which seemed only possible if Haley had specifically taken it as some kind of outfit choice with her class. Haley was tracing kisses up Mason's thigh. Rebecca was already blushing, nibbling at his neck and ear.
"He's awaaake." Haley giggled, looking up at him.
Mason smiled and put his hands behind his head. "Don't let me stop you." He closed his eyes. "Carry on pleasuring me. I won't get in the way."
* * *
Rebecca gently kissed Mason’s lips, and he pulled her in for a more passionate version. She was giggling and the moment might have been more cute than sexy if Haley’s lips hadn’t wrapped around his cock.
He groaned and slid his hands up and down Rebecca as they kissed.
“Someone’s enjoyin’ himself,” Becky teased as she stared into his eyes.
“Just trying to make you two happy,” he said with a grin and another quick breath as Haley’s mouth took him all the way in.
“Is Haley doin’ a good job?” Rebecca kissed his neck as he lay back and stared at the ceiling with lidded eyes.
“Uh huh.”
“I better check.”
Becky slid kisses down his chest and stomach, then both girls were sharing him, two sets of tongues and thick lips sliding and teasing his head and shaft. He had no desire at all to move, or do much of anything.
He just lay there and let his mind wander, eventually propping himself up to watch his women suck and lick and slurp his cock with abandon. They looked up at him and smiled, making a little show of sharing him between their mouths before Haley lowered and licked his balls while Becky bobbed on his cock.
“Jesus Christ.”
He twitched and wasn’t sure how long he’d last. He was starting to feel slightly selfish until he saw Rebecca’s eyes were filled with lust. She moved him to her hands and bit her lip.
“I want to make you cum and taste you. Please?”
Well. That settled that. Becky’s incredible breasts were barely held in the lingerie top, her nipples peeking out from all her efforts to please him. She dropped back down and swallowed him as far as she could with a slight gag, then worked his shaft fast as she looked up at him.
Haley was still licking and sucking his balls, her hand on Becky’s hair as if to encourage her to blow him faster. She didn’t need much help.
Mason’s release tingled and built without a shred of effort on his part. He crossed the threshold of no return, feeling it sweeping through him in waves, the only decision now exactly how he wanted to release.
He didn’t bother warning Becky, and she could likely feel it anyway. He just covered Haley’s hand on her hair, taking hold of both as he blasted the first release into Becky’s mouth and throat.
With Gaia’s Blessing he knew he’d taste like something she loved, and wasn’t surprised when she gulped and sucked as if desperate for every drop. But he was sure as hell happy about it. Her eyes were closed and she moaned as she swallowed him, working until he practically had to hold her back as sensitive ripples shot through him.
She finally gave Haley a turn, and the blonde ignored his almost agonized groans of pleasure as she just kept on sucking him.
“I know you have more, master,” she took a moment to say before plunging him back in. He looked up and instantly felt his lust rising at the sight of her beautiful face, that sexy mouth filled with his cock.
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.
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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.
Come 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.
“Why not?”
“Because…” Mason tossed up his hands and sighed. “That's not how life works. At least for everyone but you. But probably eventually even for you. One day people might start to catch on, and they might not be that happy.”
“They should be bloody grateful,” Blake said, a rare bit of annoyance in his voice. “I'm trying to keep them from killing each other. To keep us all alive.”
Mason took a breath and met Blake’s eyes. “I know. But they won’t care why. I'm telling you, stop it, or at least keep it to a minimum. I don’t want to hurt anyone over it. I don’t like bullies, Blake. You should know that better than anyone.”
"I’m not a…fine, fine,” Blake rolled his eyes. “Point taken. You know it's starting to feel like you're the hall monitor in these conversations."
"Yeah well your arrogance is edging towards megalomania, so don't blame me."
Blake smiled, looking almost proud. "I’m shocked! Those are awfully big words to learn from reading zombie apocalypse magazines."
"Fuck you." Mason grinned. Then something felt like it was…tickling his thigh, and maybe his ear. “Are you trying to screw with my mind or something?” He scratched and looked for imaginary dream bugs.
Blake watched him and grinned, as if he understood. "Haley and I finished with the Sanctuary contracts a little while ago. I expect she’ll be home now and…settled in. She seemed about as impatient as me."
The tickling was getting...slightly more private, and Blake's brow raised as Mason squirmed.
"Oh dear. Well, I'll leave you to it. I'm glad your home, brother, and that you're alright. You'll have to tell me all about your adventures when we have more time."
"Just get out of my dream so I can wake up, or I'm turning on my Anti-Blake power and we’ll see what happens."
"I'm going, I'm going!"
Mason sighed as the trees vanished. He opened his eyes to find Haley and Rebecca in black lingerie, which seemed only possible if Haley had specifically taken it as some kind of outfit choice with her class. Haley was tracing kisses up Mason's thigh. Rebecca was already blushing, nibbling at his neck and ear.
"He's awaaake." Haley giggled, looking up at him.
Mason smiled and put his hands behind his head. "Don't let me stop you." He closed his eyes. "Carry on pleasuring me. I won't get in the way."
* * *
Rebecca gently kissed Mason’s lips, and he pulled her in for a more passionate version. She was giggling and the moment might have been more cute than sexy if Haley’s lips hadn’t wrapped around his cock.
He groaned and slid his hands up and down Rebecca as they kissed.
“Someone’s enjoyin’ himself,” Becky teased as she stared into his eyes.
“Just trying to make you two happy,” he said with a grin and another quick breath as Haley’s mouth took him all the way in.
“Is Haley doin’ a good job?” Rebecca kissed his neck as he lay back and stared at the ceiling with lidded eyes.
“Uh huh.”
“I better check.”
Becky slid kisses down his chest and stomach, then both girls were sharing him, two sets of tongues and thick lips sliding and teasing his head and shaft. He had no desire at all to move, or do much of anything.
He just lay there and let his mind wander, eventually propping himself up to watch his women suck and lick and slurp his cock with abandon. They looked up at him and smiled, making a little show of sharing him between their mouths before Haley lowered and licked his balls while Becky bobbed on his cock.
“Jesus Christ.”
He twitched and wasn’t sure how long he’d last. He was starting to feel slightly selfish until he saw Rebecca’s eyes were filled with lust. She moved him to her hands and bit her lip.
“I want to make you cum and taste you. Please?”
Well. That settled that. Becky’s incredible breasts were barely held in the lingerie top, her nipples peeking out from all her efforts to please him. She dropped back down and swallowed him as far as she could with a slight gag, then worked his shaft fast as she looked up at him.
Haley was still licking and sucking his balls, her hand on Becky’s hair as if to encourage her to blow him faster. She didn’t need much help.
Mason’s release tingled and built without a shred of effort on his part. He crossed the threshold of no return, feeling it sweeping through him in waves, the only decision now exactly how he wanted to release.
He didn’t bother warning Becky, and she could likely feel it anyway. He just covered Haley’s hand on her hair, taking hold of both as he blasted the first release into Becky’s mouth and throat.
With Gaia’s Blessing he knew he’d taste like something she loved, and wasn’t surprised when she gulped and sucked as if desperate for every drop. But he was sure as hell happy about it. Her eyes were closed and she moaned as she swallowed him, working until he practically had to hold her back as sensitive ripples shot through him.
She finally gave Haley a turn, and the blonde ignored his almost agonized groans of pleasure as she just kept on sucking him.
“I know you have more, master,” she took a moment to say before plunging him back in. He looked up and instantly felt his lust rising at the sight of her beautiful face, that sexy mouth filled with his cock.
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.
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