The First Great Game (A Litrpg/Harem Series)

Mason wasn’t even sure how long he spent fucking his women in the dead emperor’s private pool. At some point he’d just stopped thinking about time or problems or really what his or anyone else’s name was.

There was only the next beautiful girl beneath him, or on top of him, or stacked on another beautiful girl as he took them both.

His women seemed to be in the same head space. After he’d finished in at least half of them, they all crawled up to Haley’s springy, waterproof mats. Most of the girls dropped together in exhaustion, post-orgasmic smiles on their faces as they stared at the skylight. He just went right back to fucking them.

“Becky, help,” Lexi said, panting with her legs straight up on his shoulders as he hammered away.

The cowgirl literally grabbed her and pulled her straight back, blasting Mason with some kind of shield to hold him. For a second he knelt there in disbelief until he saw her shit-eating grin.

Then he was on her with a growl, yanking her to the floor with monstrous strength, spreading her legs missionary before he slammed inside.

“Mason! Shit…I didn’t…uhm…”

He covered her mouth with a hand, and she gripped his back for dear life as he pounded her ass into the floor.

“Thank you, darling,” Lexi said, rolling over and draping an arm across a half asleep Rosa. “You’re a true friend.”

It happened again later with Rosa. The Mexican was bent over with her face on the floor taking it, then started mumbling for Becky in between the ‘ai papis’.

Yet again the cowgirl launched at him. She fought until he’d swapped, like the harem’s official penis protector. In fact he was guessing that’s just what she was. Some of the girls must have come up with a ‘lady’s agreement’ that with her player stats she could take more than her share.

It made him smile that they thought she could save them. It only made him more determined to break her.

The elves exhausted fast, as usual. The human civilians went next. Demi put in some hard work, riding until she collapsed, then got railed from behind prone until surrender. Lodie used all three holes, but still went down mumbling about needing a ‘penis milker gizmo’.

In the end, Mason stood victorious over a naked pile of women, their eyes glazed, bodies covered in sweat. Thighs and pussies (one ass, and a few faces) stained or still dripping with cum.

It was a glorious sight, another great battle won. Then his stomach growled, and he went foraging through Haley’s snack collection like a ravenous animal. There was always fucking something to deal with.

He stuffed himself with weird cheeses (from what animal, exactly?) and salted meats, groaning in pleasure when he realized it was more than just ‘stupid bird’—Nassau’s version of chicken. He heard some of his girls chatting, whispering like they were afraid he’d hear and come back for more.

He grinned and chewed, finally having the brain function to worry about casualties in the city attack. He was about to go ask Demi or Haley when both women came plodding over wrapped in fluffy robes. They sat beside him, Haley putting her head on his shoulder, Demi going for the food.

“You being hungry makes me hungry,” she said, chewing. “I’m gonna get fat. You’re always hungry.”

“You could use a few pounds,” he said, pulling at the robe to get a peek as she slapped at his hands. “If you weren’t so skinny maybe you could take a pounding better.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he grinned and rubbed both girls backs with a sigh.

“How was it out there?” he said, a more serious tone. “We have any idea how many dead and wounded?”

“Not as bad as you’d expect,” Haley said. “I mean lots of wounded, for sure. But not many dead. The worst of it was those arrows. But most people who got hurt could still run or at least get carried. Lots made it to the palace. And these easterners have loads of civilian medic types. And the players like Demi helped a lot. Her magic is…”

Haley shook her head. Demi winked.

“The spores are really good in a big area like that. I was just glad I could help.”

“Wait.” Mason frowned. “Wasn’t it an event? I don’t remember seeing a reward. Was there one?”

Haley looked confused. Demi went pink.

“Ah, there was,” she said, clearing her throat. “Some experience. A title. You probably didn’t notice…you were. Kind of busy.”

He grinned remembering why he was busy.

“You mean I wasn’t paying attention because I was half wolf and fucking you on top of a pile of divine bones?”

“Uh, yup.” Demi put another piece of jerky in her mouth. Haley punched his arm.

“You’ve never fucked me as a wolf! I want to do that! And a pile of what?”

He snorted. She liked the idea, he had no doubt. But when she actually came face to face with his wolf form she looked closer to disgust than lust.

“I’d break you like the French army,” he said with a chuckle. “There was blood. Bruises. It was a lot.”

Haley rolled her eyes.

“I’m not French, I’m French Canadian. And I don’t care! I want a…wolf fucking!”

“Uh huh.”

She was slapping at his arm again, but he just pulled her in and kissed her into submission. She eventually sighed and hugged him, and he pulled Demi in on the other side.

“I have a big room with a bunch of beds shoved together,” his blonde beauty said. “We should probably go. A fire might be nice. And there should be things in the room, at least I told the servants.”

“Oh.” Mason glanced at the naked pile of women still on the mats. “Figured we’d just sleep here.”

Even Demi looked at him like he was a stupid, silly man.

“We have bathroom routines, Mason.” Haley rolled her eyes. “Make up. Skin to deal with. Hair. We have to clean ourselves up after…everything you did to us.”

He grunted, perking up a little at the ‘cleaning’ part. Haley looked at his expression and sagged.

“Is he going to keep fucking us?” she said to Demi. His other wife closed her eyes and nodded sagely, and Haley sighed. “I could get Lila. And that other girl from the Neutral Zone…what’s her name. Monica? She came and talked to me. I mean I could just find some servant girls, at this point I don’t think anyone would mind.”

“You don’t need to…Monica? She was alright?”

“Yes, Mason.” Haley smiled and shook her head. “She’s with the others in one of the courtyards. I can certainly go get her if you want to…”

“No. I don’t want anyone else. Let’s go start the ‘routines’. I wouldn’t mind a bed full of women. We can just cuddle.”

Haley gave him an ‘I don’t believe you at all’ sort of ‘but I’m also not that unhappy’ glare. She gave him a peck on the lips, then stood up and went back to the others. He kissed Demi’s hair and laced his fingers with hers.

“You doing OK? That was a bit…wild.”

She chuckled and relaxed into him.

“Have your fun, I know you’re mine. And lucky for you, I’m pretty sure Gaia is messing with my brain. Every time I watch you cum in another woman it’s like I’m turned on again.”

“God I love Gaia.”

Demi rolled her eyes, and they just held each other and kept picking away at Haley’s basket of mystery snacks.

“You know,” he said, keeping his tone light and teasing, “Haley thinks I’m hers. You think I’m yours. Both can’t be true.”

“Yes they can.” Demi chewed a grape. “Because we’ll never make you choose.”

He shook his head as he met her eyes.

“I’m a very lucky man.”

“Sometimes,” Haley said as she came back with a huff, rolling her eyes in the direction of the girls. “They’re moving. Sort of. Didn’t you say it was dumb luck you found me in that tree? Maybe I’m lucky.”

He thought about that a second and narrowed his eyes.

“What is your luck score? We all got basic stats, right? Even if you don’t really improve them? Isn’t luck a thing civilians have?”

Haley nodded, then took a grape and grinned like she had no intention of telling him.

“I bet it’s in my profile somewhere, if I could actually manage the fucking thing. I can order you to tell me.”

“Is that really what you want to order me to do, Master?” Haley played with a couple grapes with her tongue. “Isn’t there…something else you could order me to do instead?”

“It’s still kinda weird that she’s your actual slave,” Demi said, chewing as she watched them.

“Shut up,” they said in unison.

Mason stared at his first wife and narrowed his eyes.

“Is it over twenty?”

Haley laughed and sat in his lap, spreading her legs around his knees. She pushed at Demi like she was trying to get her away, but the much stronger player flicked her hand away easily. Mason yanked her closer, locking Haley’s wrists behind her back with a single hand.

“Tell me what your luck is, slave. That’s an order.”

Haley shivered with something like a pulse of system electricity. She looked like she enjoyed it, and he decided maybe he should give more direct orders in the bedroom…

“Thirty one, Master,” she said, then shook her head like the effect was over. She glared and met his eyes. “A girl’s supposed to have some secrets, you know.”

“I’ve had your ass,” he whispered in her ear. “There’s not a lot of secrets left.”

Her luck was literally three times his score, and that was after he’d improved it. It made him shake his head, but ultimately he didn’t really care. First of all, he didn’t really know how it worked.

And there was something to say about never expecting good fortune—to assume you’d get the shit end of the stick. It prepared you for when it happened. Which, sooner or later, it always did. And the fortunate sons were rarely ready.

He saw the girls were getting up and dressed in robes or towels, and he stood and dropped Haley off with a little pat on the rump.

“Alright. Stomach dealt with. Lust dealt with. Let’s go to bed.”

His wives gave him a skeptical look.

“To sleep, or to bed?” Haley said.

He squeezed her cheeks hard enough she squealed, then whistled for his harem to move towards the exit.