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Neo stood at the mouth of the dark tunnel, the five angel women flanking him with their light spears raised. Each one swept the beam of pure white light along the rough stone walls, checking for movement or traps. The air smelled of damp earth and something older, like old blood. Neo turned to Gabriel.

”We kill a hundred trolls and turn back,” he said. ”No more.”

Gabriel nodded once. Her golden hair was tied back tight, and her white armor still carried the faint glow of her rank. ”I have a meeting after this. Don’t waste time.”

Neo took the lead without waiting for argument. His boots scraped the stone as he walked deeper. Uriel’s eyebrow lifted. She opened her mouth, but Gabriel gave a small shake of her head. Uriel closed it again and fell in behind the others, watching Neo with sharp eyes.

The tunnel narrowed. Neo’s broad shoulders almost brushed the walls. His muscled arms hung loose at his sides, ready. Then he stopped. A waist-sized hole opened in the side of the tunnel, black and round.

”Gabriel. Here.”

She walked over with stiff steps, lips pressed thin. Her boots clicked harder than they needed to. When she reached him she stopped, waiting.

”Get inside. No powers.”

Gabriel hesitated only a second, then pushed her torso into the hole. Her head disappeared. Her shoulders followed. The white fabric of her pants stretched tight over the rest of her. Then she stopped moving.

”Neo—” Her voice came muffled from the other side. ”I’m stuck.”

Neo grinned. He stepped close. His hands settled on the full curves of her ass, rubbing slow circles over the white pants. The fabric was smooth and warm. Gabriel jerked.

”Don’t touch me!”

He ignored her. Fingers hooked the waistband and yanked the pants down. Pale, plump thighs came into view, then the heavy, rounded cheeks of her ass. Soft skin, perfect and unmarked. Neo’s cock stirred hard against his shorts at the sight.

He gripped her waist—strong fingers sinking into soft flesh—and pulled. Every tug drove his groin against her bare ass with a solid clap. Gabriel yelped each time.

”Stop that!”

Neo kept pulling, hips rolling forward so the thick ridge of his cock rubbed between her cheeks. The friction was hot and deliberate. Then he leaned in close enough for her to hear.

”Gabriel. Do you know what anal is?”

She went still. ”What is that? Humans only put their dicks in a woman’s pussy. That other hole is for—”

”There’s a way to get you out,” Neo said. ”But I need to pu—”

Gabriel’s power flared white. In a blink she was free, standing outside the hole again, pants yanked back up. Her face was red. Neo felt the loss like a punch. He shook his head and kept walking. Better chances waited deeper.

They moved on. A group of trolls lunged from a side passage—thick green bodies, clubs raised. One wore shaman robes and carried a staff carved with bone. Neo and the angels met them head-on.

Neo used the trolls’ size against them. He ducked under slow swings, drove his fists into soft bellies, and kicked out the legs of the biggest ones. His muscled thighs flexed with every step. Gabriel went straight for the shaman. Her light spear flashed. The fight was short. The shaman staggered, blood pouring from his chest. Just before he fell he glared at her, raised his staff, and spat a curse.

The staff cracked. The shaman died. Gabriel’s knees buckled. She hit the ground hard, face pale.

Neo crouched beside her. ”You okay?”

She shook her head. ”Cursed.”

He was quiet a moment. ”I can help.”

”I don’t need your help.”

”That curse drains life until you die. We have no antidote.”

Gabriel’s jaw tightened. The poison ignored her higher level. She had no choice. She nodded once.

Neo stood and pulled his cock free. Thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. Gabriel’s eyes went wide.

”What does that have to do with your dick?!”

He laughed. ”My cum is the antidote.”

She stared. ”You’re serious.”

”Yes.”

Silence stretched. Then she said, ”Okay. But no weird ideas. This is only the antidote.”

Neo nodded. He laid her on her back on the cold stone. Her white armor still covered her chest, but her pants were still half-down from earlier. He stepped over her body, straddling her until his boots framed her head. His broad shoulders blocked the tunnel light. Muscled arms and legs framed her view—powerful, solid, the kind of body that could pin her without effort.

He lined the heavy head of his cock with her lips. Soft pressure. Her mouth parted. He pushed in slow, inch by thick inch. Warm, wet heat closed around him. The inside of her mouth was humid and tight. Neo groaned low as he sank deeper until his balls rested against her chin.

He grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting. Wet, filthy sounds filled the tunnel—*schluck, schluck, schluck*—as his cock dragged over her tongue and pushed into her throat.

Gabriel’s eyes watered. From below she saw the hard planes of his stomach flex, the thick root of his cock vanishing between her lips again and again. His muscled thighs tensed on either side of her head. She tasted salt and heat. Her cheeks hollowed on every pull. She told herself she only sucked because she needed the cum. That the way her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft meant nothing. That the wet heat coiling low in her belly was the curse, not this.

The other four angels stood frozen, spears still glowing. Shock painted their faces. Then they looked away, telling themselves the same thing: antidote only.

Neo’s thrusts grew deeper. His cock pulsed against her tongue. ”Swallow every drop,” he growled. ”Don’t waste the cure.”

Gabriel’s throat worked. She could feel the thick veins sliding past her lips. His balls tightened. With a final hard thrust he came. Hot ropes flooded her mouth. She swallowed hard, throat bobbing, trying to take it all. More kept coming—thick, salty, endless. She drank until her stomach felt warm.

Neo pulled free with a wet *plop*. A string of spit and cum stretched from her lips to the head of his cock before it broke. He tucked himself back into his shorts. Gabriel sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Color had returned to her face.

”I feel better,” she said. Voice rough. ”We can continue.”

Neo nodded. The group moved on.

Waves of trolls kept coming. The second wave hit harder—nine of them, no shaman this time, just raw muscle and numbers. Neo called the angles. They used the tunnel’s narrow width, funneling the trolls into a kill zone. Light spears pierced green flesh. Neo broke knees and crushed throats. When the last troll fell, the floor was slick with blood.

The third wave was smaller—six trolls—but stronger. Their clubs cracked stone when they missed. Neo still found the openings. He ducked, struck, and kept moving. The angels matched him. They cut the six down without a single serious wound.

Neo wiped blood from his knuckles and looked deeper into the tunnel. Whatever the trolls guarded, they were willing to throw body after body at it. The group pushed forward through the last of the waves until the tunnel opened into a huge chamber.

Stone doors slammed shut behind them with a grinding boom. Water began to pour from cracks in the ceiling and walls. It rose fast—ankles, knees, waist. Soon the entire chamber stood waist-deep and climbing. From the black water, snakes burst upward. Mid-sized, about sixty inches long, scales glistening, mouths open.

They rushed the group. One struck Uriel. She killed it with a clean spear thrust, but Neo was already at her side. He checked the bite mark on her arm. His heart dropped.

”Uriel, you’ve been bit with a poison of slowing heart rate. And if you bit just 2 more times you would die.”