Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!

Chapter 297: 297

Sorry for posting the Chapter twice. I’ll fix it tomorrow.

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Neo swallowed hard as Sana shoved the blade aside with the flat of her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with leftover heat from their earlier fight.

”Don’t point that at Neo’s cock,” she said, voice sharp but trembling. ”That thing is the main reason I felt any pleasure at all.”

The queen watched her sister with a long, tired sigh. She stepped forward, the heavy folds of her royal cloak whispering against the stone floor.

”Put the sword down, Vel. I need to speak with Neo.”

Vel’s cold blue eyes narrowed, but she lowered the weapon. The queen turned fully to Neo. Up close he could see the fine lines of power around her mouth and the steady way she carried her shoulders, as if the weight of a kingdom had long since settled into her bones.

”You are not truly Sana’s summon,” she said. ”This is the first time I have ever seen a summon like you.”

Neo nodded once. ”It’s true.”

Sana’s face crumpled. Tears welled and spilled down her cheeks. ”Does that mean we don’t have a connection anymore?”

Neo reached out and brushed the wetness away with his thumb. His voice stayed low and steady. ”There’s always a connection, Sana. Don’t you remember how we had sex? You became my woman that night.”

Sana sniffed, wiped her own face, and managed a small smile. ”Yes... I remember.”

Neo leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. ”Good.”

The queen cleared her throat, drawing every eye back to her. She studied Neo the way a commander studies a new weapon that has just proven itself on the field.

”Since you are currently as strong as Vel, and this kingdom truly needs a man like you... how about you marry me and become king? My husband is already dead.”

Sana spun on her mother so fast her boots scraped the floor. She struck the older woman’s arm with an open palm. ”No! He should marry me!”

The queen only laughed, a rich sound that echoed off the high ceilings. ”Alright.”

Neo walked straight to both of them. He kissed Sana first, quick and firm, then turned and kissed the queen with the same quiet certainty. When he finished he moved toward the great queen who stood a little apart, watching everything with sharp interest. She offered her hand for a formal shake. Neo ignored the hand. He caught her by the waist instead, pulled her against the solid wall of his chest, and kissed her full on the mouth.

Her eyes flew wide. For a heartbeat she stayed rigid. Then the tension melted out of her spine. She kissed him back, hard, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. They stayed locked together until breath forced them apart. The great queen stared up at him, lips still parted.

”Oh my... boy who greets someone like this?”

Neo’s mouth curved. ”It’s me.”

She laughed, low and surprised, and the two of them walked together toward the rest of the group. The others turned as they approached. Vel’s gaze locked on her sister.

”You really want to do this? Sister, won’t you end up regretting it?”

Neo stepped in before the queen could answer. ”No way. Don’t try to talk her out of it.”

The queen’s voice was calm and absolute. ”No way I would end up regretting it.”

Neo’s eyes widened a fraction. He closed the last step between them, rested his hand on the curve of her waist, and looked straight at Vel.

”How about you join the fun? The three of us are going to have.”

Vel’s glare could have frozen fire. ”No way I would join you. The sex we had was only one-time sex. It wasn’t anything serious.”

Neo met that cold blue stare without flinching. ”Yes. But didn’t you feel it too? When I came inside you I strengthened you with my cum. You felt it. Right?”

Vel held his gaze for a long moment. Something shifted behind the ice in her eyes. She spoke at last, voice flat but final.

”After thinking about it... I will join.”

Neo pointed past her toward the tall windows. Outside, dark shapes slammed against the glowing barrier again and again. Demons clawed and bit and threw themselves at the magic shield, trying to tear a hole and pour through.

Vel gave a single nod. Then both of them moved.

They shot from the hall so fast the air cracked behind them. In seconds they stood outside the castle walls. The barrier shimmered under constant assault. Demons pressed against it from every side, black claws scraping, jaws working, bodies slamming in waves.

Vel peeled left without a word. Her blade became a silver blur. Every demon she touched came apart in pieces—arms, legs, torsos spinning away in wet arcs. Neo did not watch her. He simply started cutting.

His sword rose and fell. Left. Right. Overhead. A demon lunged; he took its head. Another tried to flank; he opened its chest. He never stopped moving. Muscle burned in his arms and shoulders, the thick cords standing out under sweat-damp skin. His legs drove him forward, planted, drove again. Broad shoulders rolled with every heavy swing. The ground around him turned slick with black blood.

After long minutes of pure slaughter Neo had cleared a wide circle. Vel appeared at his side as if she had simply stepped out of the air. She kept killing while she spoke, voice steady between cuts.

”How about we hold a competition? We count how many demons—and strong ones—we each kill. If you manage a higher number than me, I will do one request for you. No matter how absurd it is.”

Neo wiped blood from his cheek with the back of his wrist. ”Bet’s on.”

They lunged in opposite directions.

Neo cut with everything he had. He counted under his breath at first, then lost the numbers in the rhythm of the fight. When he finally turned to check, the pile of corpses around Vel was enormous. Astronomical. He felt the air leave his lungs. At this rate he would lose, and the remaining demons were thinning fast.

He dragged in a deep breath, set his feet, and went back in. This time he focused on pure efficiency—shortest arcs, cleanest kills, no wasted motion. Still the gap stayed too wide. Then the idea hit.

Neo shaped a long, thin whip of invisible edge. The handle formed solid in his grip. He spun it in wide, deadly circles. Demons simply came apart wherever the invisible line passed. Bodies dropped in neat rows. The count climbed. Climbed again. He pushed harder, shoulders burning, legs driving the spin.

At last the numbers matched. Then Neo’s total edged one higher.

Vel had killed six hundred eighty-nine. Neo had killed six hundred ninety.

They stood among the last twitching corpses, breathing hard. Neo talked. He kept his voice even, listing every kill he could remember, showing the whip, proving there had been no cheat and no underhanded method. Vel listened, arms folded under her full chest, golden hair stuck to her neck with sweat. Finally she sighed.

”Alright. I believe you killed more demons than me. What is your request?”

Neo grinned. His eyes moved over her without shame—massive breasts straining the front of her armor, golden-blonde hair tangled from the fight, the heavy curve of her ass, the wide fertile hips that had taken him once already. He rubbed his chin, thinking, then laughed out loud when the idea locked into place.

”Get naked,” he said. ”Show me that huge ass, those huge tits, and those wide fertile hips.”

Vel’s jaw tightened, but she stripped. Armor clattered to the blood-slick ground. Skin the color of cream came free—full, heavy breasts with tight pink nipples, a narrow waist flaring into hips built for carrying children, thick thighs, and an ass that rounded high and firm. Neo took a black pen from a pouch at his belt. He wrote across the soft undersides of her breasts and the lower curve of her belly:

*Neo’s thing*

*Slut fucked by Neo*

*Neo’s asshole been widened by Neo*

He stepped behind her and gave one of those heavy cheeks a sharp slap. The flesh jiggled and bloomed pink.

”On all fours.”

Vel dropped to her hands and knees. Neo crouched behind her, rubbed both palms over the marked ass, then brought his hand down hard. The crack of skin on skin rang out. He slapped again. And again. Each blow left a deeper red print until both cheeks glowed. Vel’s breath turned rough.

”Please... give me that dick of yours.”

Neo dropped lower. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and pushed his tongue inside. Wet heat closed around him. He licked deep, pressing the flat of his tongue against the quivering inner walls. Vel’s thighs shook. A broken sound tore out of her throat. Her pussy clenched hard and she came, flooding his mouth. Neo drank every drop, swallowing until she stopped pulsing.

He rose onto his knees, lined his thick cock up with her tight asshole, and pushed. The head stretched her open. He sank in slow, feeling every inch of that hot, gripping ring. When his hips finally pressed flush against her reddened cheeks he leaned over her back, bit down on the side of her neck, and started thrusting.

Vel’s walls squeezed him like a fist. Neo did not slow. He drove in deep, pulled almost free, slammed home again. His muscular thighs slapped against her soft ass with wet, heavy sounds—*plap, plap, plap*. Sweat ran down the hard planes of his chest and dripped onto her spine. From Vel’s view his body was all power—broad shoulders blocking the sky, arms thick with muscle braced on either side of her, the heavy swing of his hips, the thick cock stretching her open again and again.

He reached under her, pinched both nipples hard, then found her clit and worked it between two fingers. Her asshole clamped down so tight he growled. Still he kept thrusting, full of raw need. Every stroke sent a visible shake through her whole body.

Neo felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. He accelerated, each thrust a hard, deep slam that made her breasts swing and her knees slide on the dirt. Vel groaned, long and broken, as her second orgasm ripped through her. Neo buried himself to the root and came hard, flooding her ass with thick pulses while she clenched and shook around him

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