Mason had Becky bent over Haley’s lap in less than a minute. Vest and boots on, pants and underwear off, banged hard and fast while the other girls did their best to hold her steady.

Haley pet her hair, Demi giggled and slapped her ass. Mason watched her amazing body take him in, knowing she was about as tough as a player could be. He tilted back a bottle of some orc drink Haley handed him, and pounded his cowgirl into next week.

When she came she screamed so loud he heard some nearby orcs coming to investigate. He had to run over naked and hold the door, calling through that everything was fine. He looked back at the girls, and pretty soon they were all laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Becky mumbled from the floor. “Mmm. The stone is nice and cool on my face. Do y’all have hot faces? Mine’s hot.”

“I think someone is a little drunk.” Haley grinned at him and sat next to Becky, pulling her head back in her lap. “Maybe just lie here a minute, and drink some water.”

“Ain’t thirsty. But a little nap would be nice.”

Mason’s mind cleared a little as he worried about Becky, and the pure lust phase of the night ended. But he still had some women to satisfy. They set down some furs and brought in Lexi and Lodie, too. Everyone fussed over Becky, who consistently waved the others away and said ‘just let me lie down a spell’, or ‘Christ Jesus, woman’, and had them all trying not to laugh.

They did sit and talk a while. But between Mason, Haley and Demi all being some version of naked, and with two Blessings of Gaia floating around in the small room…well.

There was a feminine pile on top of him before long—Lexi riding while the others all squirmed closer for a piece of the action. He swapped between lips and nipples with half closed eyes, losing track of who and what and when.

It was a hell of a way to spend an evening. When Lexi was spent (and filled), he gave Lodie her turn. She made the most adorable little squeal as she came, blushing and closing her eyes tight like she couldn’t quite handle the intensity.

He almost filled her, too, but remembered she wasn’t ready for that. She hopped off and practically devoured him, and the other girls all crawled over to help.

Then he suddenly had four mouths and tongues fighting for space, the women holding each other’s hair and making out with his shaft between their lips. He lay back and groaned, and Haley came up grinning to kiss him and let the others work.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my love?”

“Uh huh.”

She laughed and kissed his neck, stroking her finger tips up his chest.

“You see how they love to please you? They want your moans, your approval, your cum. To make you as happy as you make them. Will you let us pleasure you?”

All he could do was nod—overwhelmed by the warm, wet sensations swallowing him, licking and sucking every piece of his package. The beautiful women looking up at him, eager to please.

“They’re going to suck you dry, Master,” Haley whispered in his ear. “They love getting you off. They’re yours, we’re all yours.”

Whatever spell Haley was conjuring combined with the insane blowjob, and stripped any will he had to last. The girls drew out his orgasm like they were sucking out poison, his whole body flushing as the rising wave became unstoppable.

Lodie gulped him down at piston speed with Demi’s hand on her head, the other women licking his base and kissing his thighs. He exploded with released pressure, instantly flooding the little goblin’s mouth so full she gagged and pulled up.

She took a blast to the face, and Lexi and Demi took turns helping to swallow him, getting their own faces covered, too. He finally shuddered as the long orgasm finished, laying back in Haley’s arms as the other girls all kept licking and sucking as he twitched in pleasurable agony.

“I think we may have actually drained him,” Demi said with a cum-stained grin, tasting her fingers like she’d just finished barbecue.

He lay back and tried not to close his eyes, wanting the vision of the group blowjob locked in his memory. They were all giving him sassy eyebrows and grins, teasing his tip with their lips or faces as they kissed and dug for every last drop.

“Tastes like grilled mushroom,” Lodie said, licking her lips like it was a wine contest.

“Nope. Christmas pudding .” Lexi French kissed the goblin, then grinned like she got away with something.

“Hey!” Lodie turned to him like she expected help. “She stole some of mine!”

She was still holding his shaft with her little hand, the women all topless and covered in spit and bits of cum. He lay back and lost the battle with his eyelids, no longer caring about anything for at least a few minutes.

For the moment he was truly relaxed. Content. Allowing himself one night before the storm. And he nodded off happily to the sound of women’s voices fighting over his cock.

**

He woke with a comfortable yawn, not remembering where he was until he saw his girls getting dressed. He took a long moment to inspect the many beautiful bodies on display with a sigh.

“He’s awake. Better get dressed quick,” Demi whispered, to a collection of giggles.

If he hadn’t been so comfortable he might have stripped her and bent her over for that. Instead he rolled to his back and stretched, meeting Lexi’s eyes as she wiggled up her dress with a grin.

“We’re supposed to join a toast, or something,” Haley said. “Anyway they’re looking for us now so it’s probably time to wrap things up.”

“Pretty sure Mason never wraps his thing up,” Demi teased.

“I don’t remember anyone asking,” he muttered, turning to his side. “Tell them I left. Or died, or something.”

“Come on, King Mason.” Becky did her best to pull him up by a hand. He dropped his weight until he was whale-like. The cowgirl yanked and cursed as he she made literally zero movement. “Jesus Christ how much do you even weigh?”

“Infinity pounds. Go away.”

Demi took a wine cup and put an arm around Haley’s stomach, stopping her from finishing with her dress. She pretended like she was going to pour the wine down her ridiculous cleavage.

“Thirsty? Why not get up and have a sip?”

“Nice try. But that won’t go how you think it will.”

“I could blow you up with exploding mushrooms instead.”

“Won’t hurt me.”

“Well, we’re all leaving,” Haley said, pulling up her top. “So you’ll have nothing to look at. And when you wake up horny and thirsty you’ll just have to take care of yourself.”

He was up and had her against the wall before she could shriek, meeting his eyes with that adorable little grin. He shook his head and groped her tits and ass while she struggled, then let go and sighed.

“I’m up. Happy now? I’m being bothered again, so the world can go on as designed.”

Haley gave him a peck on the cheek. Then the girls all came over for their turns of a little hug and grope or kiss, all smiles at the shared moment of casual intimacy.

Then they went back out to the orc wedding like they hadn’t just had an orgy in the supply room. Things hadn’t changed much, though now there were many orcs (and humans) slumped over tables or in chairs, either very drunk or very tired.

Nobody was dead, so that was a plus. After a quick look around, Mason decided it was time to get out while the going was good. He glanced at Haley, who appeared to read his mind as usual.

“I’ll get Carl and Phuong ready. But go talk to Blake before we go.”

He did, glad to find his brother mostly healed from Ilya’s magic now. They talked about nothing a little while. Even with red eyes and a massive head ache Blake instantly busted him and gave him little jabs about disappearing, wondering where so many of his women had gone.

Almost exactly as Carl and Phuong came up to say their own goodbyes, and to let him know that everyone was ready, the orc girl Mason had freshly banged strolled up. She went right to Ilya’s side and whispered something. The tower lord looked pleased.

“You’ve taken an orc concubine, King Mason! That’s wonderful. Dura will be an excellent addition to your household. And she’s a fine warrior. She’ll be sure to protect your other women.”

He found himself temporarily speechless, trying not to notice the growing smiles coming at him from Carl and Phuong. He didn’t know if it was bad timing or cultural misunderstanding, or if Ilya was bushwacking him to get a spy in his house. But he saw no polite way to say ‘oh that was just a bit of meaningless fun’.

“Thank you, we’re very pleased,” Haley said beside him, smiling politely and extending a hand towards Dura. “Come. We’ll be leaving you now, my lady. Thank you for a wonderful event.”

“So soon?” Ilya frowned. “Orc weddings can last days. There’ll be a wrestling competition for the males in the morning. And usually an underground hunt later.”

“No time for that, I’m afraid.” Haley continued to save him as he stood there trying to imagine another God damn woman in his bed. “I’m sure we’ll have many more opportunities to gather.”

“Yes.” Ilya smiled and stood with Blake. “Thank you, Queen Haley. You’ve been so kind.” She met Mason’s eyes. “And thank you. For acting as Blake’s second in the pit.” Her eyes maybe even went a little watery. “One day I hope to repay you.”

He gave Dura one last glance, and let out an accepting breath. At this point, what was one more? And after stopping the apocalypse, the politicking of the primal plane would no longer interest or concern him in the slightest.

He’d also have been lying if ‘overpowering’ the green-skinned warrior beauty hadn’t made him hard as iron…

“I did my duty,” he said, “you owe me nothing. We’ll go now.” He had no idea how to add ‘but in around nine months prepare to fight until your collective death’. So he just didn’t. When the moment arrived, he had a bad feeling things would get more obvious, and probably less optional.

As the lust and relaxation started to clear, his mind had already moved back to the future, and all that still had to be done. He took his women and warriors, and in a small procession that became an exodus, led his humans back to the teleporter, and home. They went to a chorus of orc grunts and calls of friendship.