The First Great Game (Book six) - A LitRPG/Harem sci-fantasy series, page 1
Contents
The First Great Game #6
Chapter 1 - I can figure something out
Chapter 2 - Your eyes are glowing
Chapter 3 - Clever, beautiful women
Chapter 4 - Roll out the red carpet
Chapter 5 - A trail of blood
Chapter 6 - They left the innocent outside
Chapter 7 - Phuong
Chapter 8 - Intruder detected
Chapter 9 - Pick a number
Chapter 10 - Goblin in the mist
Chapter 11 - Undead definition
Chapter 12 - D&D Classic
Chapter 13 - Annie and Blake
Chapter 14 - Comin' girl?
Chapter 15 - Ancient Defenders
Chapter 16 - Hollow
Chapter 17 - Decent f'ing spot
Chapter 18 - Renewal
Chapter 19 - Agree to disagree
Chapter 20 - There goes surprise
Chapter 21 - The pan to the fire
Chapter 22 - Break stuff
Chapter 23 - System overload
Chapter 24 - Wyrd Pioneer
Chapter 25 - Success
Chapter 26 - Getting friendly
Chapter 27 - Sexy, dirty angels
Chapter 28 - Astounding arrogance
Chapter 29 - Phuong and Chillik
Chapter 30 - Loyalty
Chapter 31 - Things will get better
Chapter 32 - Elf friend
Chapter 33 - But why's he smiling?
Chapter 34 - Two scouts converged in a great wood
Chapter 35 - Creature of the wyrd
Chapter 36 - Friend human
Chapter 37 - A decent proposal
Chapter 38 - That's complicated
Chapter 39 - The easy part
Chapter 40 - Supper can wait
Chapter 41 - Who's in charge?
Chapter 42 - Druid dreams
Chapter 43 - Apostasy
Chapter 44 - Modern, or Classic
Chapter 45 - The contract
Chapter 46 - Why we're all here
Chapter 47 - Training facility
Chapter 48 - Just be yourself
Chapter 49 - A gift
Chapter 50 - The tribe
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THE FIRST GREAT GAME #6
THE FIRST GREAT Game (Book six)
A LITRPG/Harem Sci-fantasy
Pierce Grey
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CHAPTER 1 - I CAN FIGURE SOMETHING OUT
AS SOON AS his brother Blake left him alone, Mason asked his assistant/lover/slave Haley to bring him Carl and Phuong.
His two most powerful and loyal players sat and drank coffee, stuffing themselves with Haley's pastries as Carl explained what had happened leading up to the goblin attack. By the sounds of it, they’d all been extremely lucky.
First of all, Billy the Brewer had gone out to collect shrubs, almost by pure chance, and stumbled on the outskirts of the goblin army. He’d run off, somehow managed to escape, and had the presence of mind to try and find help when he couldn’t get back to Nassau.
Mason told Carl they'd found Billy in the forest, who'd been the one to bring them home much faster, and that he'd sent Streak to lead him back safely.
"That boy picked the wrong class." Carl shook his head in wonder. "No idea how he survived out there alone."
Mason snorted, but agreed. He expected class changes would be possible, and also highly suspected there would be some way to transition between civilian and player at some point in the game. Not that he knew that for sure, or had any idea how.
He told Carl about the dungeon and the completion of the great trees, about the ‘Mind Queen’ that escaped with Becky’s cousin, and saving her other cousin Willy.
“That’s incredible.” Carl’s eyes lit up with hope. Mason knew the man had children. But he didn’t want to encourage that kind of thinking because the odds weren’t good.
“Yeah. Incredible. Except I want someone watching the cousin we saved because I don’t trust him.”
“To be fair, you don’t trust anyone at first,” Carl said. Mason gave him a look.
“Well I trust him less. Pretty sure he was an addict, and his sister is currently an insect queen.”
Carl sighed.
“I’ll put someone on it. Family, eh?”
Mason ignored that, explaining his new ability 'Wyrd Walk'.
"OK. We need to test that right away.” Carl laced his fingers, that little fire of hope still building in his eyes. “Who knows how far you can explore. Oh, but, I have something to tell you, too." His face lost some expression, and he explained about one of the civilian leaders—Mateo, and his banishment.
"I didn't know what else to do. Every second of that snake's day was spent trying to undermine this place. He even had Sylvie going for awhile. But that's sorted."
Mason nodded, losing more and more patience by the day for idiots who didn't understand what this new world was.
"It was your decision and you made it," he said. "I’d support it either way, but I think you did the right thing. With Mateo, and with the attack. If I had anything decent to reward you with, I'd do it."
Carl smiled and even blushed a little.
"You've done plenty. Happy to help."
"Mason?" Haley knocked quietly and stuck her head inside. "Sorry to bother. Apparently...the players we sent out to scavenge from the goblins...they've found a civilian captive alive. They're saying it's Mateo. He's in pretty rough shape."
Mason met Carl's eyes and clenched his jaw.
"Tell them I'll be right down."
* * *
Mason walked towards the broken gate and pulled up his patron profile to distract himself. It seemed 'repairs' could be done with points, but the cost was damn near as much as the walls themselves. Better by far, he decided, if they could fix it with their own supplies and craftsmen.
The points they'd gotten for the successful defense of the settlement was no joke. They could certainly handle the repairs with that, but better to save them for more desperately needed buildings. Like even more defense.
Mason was genuinely pleased with Carl for taking the initiative to upgrade. And apparently the 'Constricting Vines' protecting the walls would grow back on their own, so no need to worry there.
As he got closer he saw a large group of civilians was already inspecting the gate. An older woman who had arrived with Becky…whose name now escaped him…Peni the smith, and Hank the fisherman, seemed to be in a heated debate.
Most of the players were there, too, some with wounds wrapped in bandages. Blake was talking to Alex and Garet. Mateo was sitting down, back against the wall, filthy, bruised, and silent as a few of the other players argued over him.
The second Mason looked at him he knew—his civilian 'protection' was gone.
Mason, and any other player, could do whatever they wanted to him. Whether that was because of the banishment or some kind of betrayal, Mason wasn't sure.
The arguments and conversation died all around as Mason approached with Carl, Phuong, and Haley.
Tommaso stepped forward as if to explain the situation but Mason raised a hand for silence. He waited until all the nearby players and civilians had gathered, waiting for him to speak. Mateo just stared at the dirt.
"We don't know what happened. Maybe he betrayed us willingly. Maybe he was tortured." When he said this he saw Mateo's dull eyes shed a tear, and he held back the sigh. Whatever softness was inside him he pushed away. It was only for his girls now, and maybe for himself when he was alone. It couldn’t be here.
"Blake can make him tell us the truth. Do you all trust him to do it?"
Blake had some mind powers, but he’d used them on the people in Nassau. It wasn’t for nasty reasons, but when they’d worn off people had gotten wise, and weren’t at all happy about it.
No one said a word, and Mason felt the condemnation. It helped the hardness rise easily inside him. If they didn’t want the Blake method, then they’d get something else. And they may not like that, either.
He glanced at his brother, who just shrugged like he didn’t care. Then he glanced at Sylvie and any other civilian that would meet his eyes, which wasn't many.
"So be it.”
With one motion, he summoned his longer Claw, and cut Mateo's head from his shoulders.
Blood spattered the wall, and some of the nearby players. Anyone close gasped or shrieked and leapt away, eyes going wide, locking on Mateo's slumped over corpse. Mason raised his voice.
"Think of this as the last reminder. You civilians are all free to leave whenever you want. But if you stay: this is not about you, or making utopia. It's a military outpost and I'm in charge of it. You help, or you get out. You don’t like something? Civilians talk to Haley. Players talk to Phuong or Carl or me. But if we tell you no, then it’s done."
He let that settle, seeing the fear, feeling the killing urge still vibrating up his arm.
"And there'll be no more 'banishment'," he added, voice quieter now but no less menacing. "You leave Nassau as a friend, or you leave on a day I forget to feed the wolves." He banished his sword and pointed at his brother.
"As you can see, Blake is back. He’s not patron anymore. And he’s promised me he won’t use his abilities on anyone who lives here." Blake cleared his throat and put his finger in the air with a grin.
"Unless you ask me to."
Mason just stared, waiting for a challenge that didn't come. He'd intended to talk to people about the gate, but he knew now wasn't the time. Maybe he could get Carl or Phuong to handle it.
He glanced at the infirmary, and the two bodies still outside covered in a tarp.
"We’re going to kill every single one of those goblins," he said. “Any questions, talk to the people I mentioned. Bury Mateo with the others. You can all decide where the graveyard is. But make sure there’s some space. We might need it."
With that he stalked back towards the chief hall, forcing himself not to look back or meet anyone's eyes. Let them be afraid of me, he thought, then maybe I won't have to bury more of them for stupidity.
When he got inside he walked to his room and sat, wishing his vitality didn't make alcohol more or less a waste of time. One more day, he thought, then he'd wipe out the goblins and remove another thorn pressing in his mind.
Maybe the challenges are almost over, he told himself, almost laughing at the fiction. Maybe once they cleared the forest they’d be safe.
He might have slept before he heard familiar footsteps approaching. Despite everything he smiled and waited, inhaling as the door opened and Haley's scent hit him. She walked slowly over, hips swaying all the way to his chair before she sat in his lap and started massaging his scalp.
"How was the mood?" Mason asked.
"Pretty down. But I think it was good you said it. I think most people understand."
"The housing complaints should stop at least."
Haley giggled and put a hand on her stomach, and Mason winced as he remembered she was pregnant.
"How are you feeling?"
"Oh. Good. I’m craving crepes, and maybe a little maple syrup."
Mason put a hand over hers, practically cringing at the sight of his own, much larger, very rough and callused skin on hers.
"So much is happening I forget it’s only been...what, three weeks?"
"Every night without you feels very long," she said, kissing his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. He sighed, and she whispered in his ear.
"I saw you with Rosa and Becky earlier. That looked...eventful."
"Jealous?" Mason grinned at Haley's sexy laugh.
"Only that I wasn’t there."
"Next time."
"Will Rosa be...moving in now?"
"To be determined." Mason frowned. "I don't suppose you can...work a little of your magic? I sure as hell would rather she did. Make my life a little…simpler."
"Oh I think I can figure something out."
"Is there anything you can't do?" he asked, sliding his hands up her long legs. She'd swapped to her sexier 'executive assistant' clothes, which included a short black skirt and stockings.
"Yes," she said, moaning and shifting in his lap. "There's something I'm strictly forbidden to do. Something I need you very badly to do for me."
Mason trailed his fingers around without putting them between her legs. Then he pulled down her skirt and sighed. "Well, you haven't dealt with Rosa yet. You'll have to earn it. What have you done for me lately?"
Haley made a low, almost desperate moan as she kissed him. She stepped off his lap and traced kisses down his chest, lowering to her knees. "I've missed your noises so much." She worked at the zipper on his fly. "And I missed the feel of your cock in my mouth."
"We can fix that." Mason slid forward and gathered up Haley's hair, holding her until she looked up. Then she had his pants open and started stroking his hard length with both hands as she held his eyes.
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and unclipped her bra from the front, taking both amazing breasts in his hands with a sigh. Haley's nipples were already hard and she bit her bottom lip as Mason teased them.
He slid her forward and put his cock in between her tits. She squeezed them together as she bobbed up and down, then he put a thumb to her lips, and she closed her eyes and sucked.
"My God," he mumbled, just watching his blonde beauty as he went hard as a rock.
"Please, Master, will you fuck my mouth?" Haley let out his thumb and pouted. "Please?"
A man only had so much self control. Mason lowered Haley's head with her hair, then slid into her waiting, open mouth. She closed her lips around him with a muffled groan.
"I'm guessing you have some rope in your storage," Mason growled, and Haley nodded around his cock.
It appeared from nothing, and Mason put her arms behind her back and tied them at the wrists. Then he took turns squeezing her tits and nipples hard enough she squealed and tried to pull away, but he held her. She slurped and gagged as he worked deeper into her mouth and throat, but she could take it.
For a few endless minutes Mason fucked Haley's mouth like a toy, her hands tied tight behind her back. It reminded him of the first time she'd blown him—those months ago in the forest in her slave outfit, basically a stranger.
That she was his 'slave' by choice was disturbingly hot. He had no idea if she was his wife, the mother of his unborn child, his 'assistant', his sex toy. He supposed she was all of it.
"Very good girl," he said, scooping her up off the floor to princess carry to their bed. He gave her a gentle kiss, kicked off his pants, then lay on the bed and set her down sideways with her mouth over his cock.
She closed her eyes and took him back in, but now he could reach a hand behind her. He slowly worked down her thin panties, finding her sex soaking wet. He played gently with her puffy lips, then gave them a slap, causing Haley to gasp and jerk.
He groped and smacked her ass as he bobbed her head. Then with slow, teasing strokes he worked his fingers into her soaked opening. When he finally started fingering her, Haley gulped him faster and deeper as she moaned.
When he couldn't stand it any longer, he picked her up, turned her around, and threw her face down into the bed. With her arms tied behind her back she shrieked and fell, and Mason pulled her back until her ass was sticking high in the air. Then he thrust inside her.
Haley groaned and bit the mattress as Mason gave her every inch. He took her curvy ass in both hands and pounded into her, ripping off her panties when he wanted to spread her legs.
She pulled up to protest, so he reached around and stuffed them in her mouth, taking a handful of her hair as he thrust faster and harder.
She clenched as she came, trying to squeeze her legs together as her body shook and trembled, pussy clamping down on Mason's shaft. He turned on Gaia's Blessing and kept hammering, feeling Haley's wetness leaking down his legs as she made muffled screams around the panties in her mouth.
It went on and on, until Haley finally slackened in his grip. But he wasn't finished. He kept giving it to her with hard, slow thrusts until she'd recovered enough to spit out the panties and look back at him with a sex-drunk grin.
He jammed his fingers in her mouth and sped up, hammering until the room was filled with wet, fleshy smacks as Haley's ass bounced over and over against him.
"Tell me to cum," Mason growled, taking out his fingers and wrapping his hand around Haley's throat.
"Please, Master," she panted. "Please fill me so deep. That's all I want."
Still he held on—just long enough for Haley to turn red from being choked and cumming at the same time. Then Mason let the pressure build, watching his lover's face as he pumped her full with his own release.
Improved Blessing of Gaia was definitely doing something. Haley jerked and her eyes sprung open as she practically tried to leap away from his cock. Mason trembled as his orgasm released in wave after wave, each time seeming to send Haley into another spasm.
Finally he dropped his weight on top of her, and her eyes rolled back as she let out a low moan. Mason felt her wetness dripping down his body and onto the bed. With slow, hard strokes he gave her every last drop, hearing wet, squishing sounds as her dripping sex took him in.
"What...did you do to me," Haley mumbled later. Mason turned her on her side and chuckled at the large wet spot beneath them.
"Whatever I wanted," he said, playing with her red, swollen clit, her arms still tied behind her back, his cock still hard inside her.
