Mason hesitated at the new chief's hall door. This one wasn't built with any kind of defence in mind, probably because the system assumed if an enemy got all the way to this point a little extra fortification wasn't going to help.

Instead it had been built with beauty and function in mind—the design a multi-leveled, curving wooden structure that looked a bit like a giant vine on the great tree. Life seemed to move so fast these days, Mason only vaguely remembered his brief tour of the main floor, despite it being only a few days ago.

He was excited to see his girls, but he also realized there was likely to be some...tension. As amazing as Haley might be, not even she had the power to overcome the natural jealousy and conflict between very different young women from different cultures. And an elven princess.

Which meant he was going to have get things under control. Get the girls comfortable, knock down any jealousies, make everyone feel special and...attended to. It was a little daunting, and he tried to remind himself this was supposed to be fun. Pleasurable.

He imagined this first time would be the hardest. After that things would get easier, more comfortable. And then Mason could more properly enjoy himself…

He opened the door, expecting to find a somewhat muted, probably awkward group of women sitting around a dining room table. He’d probably have to get them apart and relaxed one by one. Maybe two by two? Christ he had no idea.

As soon as the door cracked, some kind of...techno-style dance music hit him with the smell of...baking.

"Oh my God!" Rosa was laughing hysterically. "Again! Do it again!"

Mason stopped in the entrance to take in the scene. Haley and Naya were in the kitchen, wearing nothing but black underwear and aprons, their hair tied up in elven fashion with silk scarves. Half a dozen burners and ovens were going with various plates and pans as they watched something cook with intensity.

Rosa was wearing Becky's cowboy hat and boots with a tight red dress, holding her arms over her head at the bottom of some stairs.

"OK, y'all, here I go!"

Mason blinked in surprise as an also underwear sporting Becky launched herself off the top of the stairs. She did a mid-air somersault, passed through Rosa's arms like a football goal, and hit the ground with a deft roll. She came up on the other side in a cheerleader-like pose, then began what could only be described as a touchdown dance.

With their busyness and music blaring, the girls were still oblivious to Mason. Hidden in the many scents of cooking, Mason also smelled the booze before he saw a few bottles abandoned near a couch.

"Nice jump," he said, sending Becky into a spasm of surprise. She turned and looked at him like a girl who'd been caught in the cookie jar. Then she slid towards Rosa, grabbed her hat back and tossed it on with a grin, her hands on her hips like a superhero. Mason couldn't help but smile, too.

"Hey that's mine I won it!" Rosa grabbed at the hat but Becky held her back easily with one arm and a fake yawn. "Not...fair!" Rosa struggled uselessly against Becky's ever growing player strength and longer arms. Mason shook his head as he came forward.

"With great power comes great responsibility," he said, dashing forward to twist one arm behind Becky's back. He moved behind her, taking the hat and plopping it back on Rosa's head.

"Aw, a Spiderman quote!" Becky said, pushing her ass against Mason's crotch. "Have you been doin' some homework without me? Where do you find the time."

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"Pretty sure that’s from the bible, but OK," Mason said, putting his face against Becky's neck and taking a deep breath of her. He pulled Rosa closer and wrapped his arms around both of them, caressing Becky's cheek with his lips. "And how are you drunk on that," he gestured at the wine with a nod, "with your stats?"

"Who said I am?" Becky said. "They're drunk. I'm just havin' fun.”

Rosa was pressing herself against both of them, wiggling her chest against Becky.

"Well I'm drunk. And horny," she said, then whispered. "Let's go before they notice us."

Haley and Naya were still focused intensely on their cooking, totally oblivious with the music blaring. Mason shook his head.

"Very bad girl. You just wait right here."

Rosa made a whining sound, and Mason kissed Becky as he pulled up Rosa's dress and slapped her ass.

"You're not wearing underwear," he said. She grinned.

"Becky won it." She pointed at a pile of clothes near the stairs. "But I was still winning. We were playing..." she frowned. "Um. Strip Becky Ball? Did we actually name it?"

Becky shook with a laugh. "You were only winnin' because you kept movin'. You big scaredy cat."

Mason kept groping both girls as he gestured to Haley and Naya with a nod.

"And why are they in their underwear? No way Naya played 'Strip Becky Ball'."

"Umm." His cowgirl licked her lips. "It's hot in the kitchen, maybe? I don't care." She put a hand on Mason's and pressed it tried to get it between her legs.

"Go get them or start fucking us already," Rosa said, wiggling against him. Mason made a tsking sound.

"So impatient."

"Look who's talking," Rosa said, sticking out her tongue. He let go of them both, pulling back with a wink.

"Be right back."

Rosa glared, and Becky put her arms around her and put her head on her shoulder as they waited.

* * *

Mason was definitely getting as impatient as Rosa. The sight of Naya and Haley's exposed backs, their hair up, aprons on...so intensely focused on what they were doing. He was tempted to just start right there.

Instead he moved up behind them and put a hand on their hips, turning them in and pulling them against him.

"This is going to have to wait."

Haley's mouth opened in half-serious outrage. She knocked a dainty fist against his chest.

"She's teaching me elven recipes. I didn't even know you could..."

Mason kissed her intensely, giving her his tongue as he pulled out the scarf and let her long, blonde hair fall around her shoulders. He never got tired of her amazingly thick lips, her eager tongue, and he was getting harder by the second. She just stood there with her eyes closed after he let up, then he pulled Naya in to do the same.

His elven princess still kissed like someone who'd never done it, but she opened her mouth instantly and practically attacked him as she wrapped a leg around his.

"I think I'm drunk," she said when he came up for air. He grinned and unclipped her bra on a whim, letting it fall to the floor. Haley undid hers instantly, both girls now just covered by their panties and aprons. Mason grinned.

"Do you want to go sleep it off? Or do you want me to fuck your brains out?"

"I...” his elven bride went pink. “Option two, please."

Mason nodded and pulled back, the three of them flipping off burners and ovens before Mason took both girls by the hand. He led them to Rosa and Becky, sensing maybe a small bit of awkwardness still. But next to the general drunken lust in the air it was definitely not a problem.

Mason turned on Blessing of Gaia and stripped off his shirt, deciding it was probably for the best he wasn't in water or he might have killed them. As it was, the girls looked like they'd half melted. Rosa was literally humping Becky's leg. Naya and Haley's nipples were jabbing through their aprons, and all four girls were breathing hard.

He could have just moved them all to the nearby couch, or the closest room, but he wanted to watch them all climb up those stairs.

"Up," he said, pointing. "Off you go."

Becky and Rosa went first, the former giggling as she caught Rosa from a stumble. Haley's hand slid down Mason's chest, vanishing down his pants as she groped at his manhood.

"Bad, bad girl," he said, not doing a thing to stop her. She was biting her lip as she stroked him, eyes locked on his chest. "Come on," he said, nudging her towards the stairs.

He slapped her backside hard as she went, then kissed Naya one more time before sending her with the same. He watched their hips and asses sway on the way up, taking a moment to just stop and appreciate...everything.

"Beats dying in a gnoll infested forest," he muttered to himself, looking up at the beautiful faces of the four women who all looked down over the railing or from the top of the stairs.

"Come on, Lord Baron Druid!" Becky yelled. "There's four pretty girls up here waitin’, and we might just start without you!"

It was the best sales pitch he'd ever heard.