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Neo’s feet ignited like twin engines, jets of fire blasting downward as he rocketed up from the lake surface. Water sprayed in a wide arc behind him. He cut through the air, left the water behind, and dropped hard into the forest canopy. Branches snapped under his landing. He rolled once, came up on his feet, and killed the flames.

He pulled up the quest log. The notification glowed green. Completed. The barbarian tribe was safe. Neo dismissed the screen, stepped out of torch-man mode, and started walking. The path back was clear enough. He kept a steady pace until the wooden walls of the tribe came into view.

Alvina and Zira saw him first. Both women ran toward him. Zira reached him a half-step ahead.

"You saved the tribe," she said, voice firm. "That means a feast. Tonight."

Neo nodded. He helped with the cooking fires and the meat. When the dead needed burying he took a shovel without being asked and dug alongside the others. Some of the men still muttered about the outsider who had walked in earlier. Neo ignored them. Small opinions from small minds never stuck to him.

He glanced sideways. Zira stood with her arms crossed under her chest, watching him with a complicated look. Neo grinned to himself. The plan was working.

From the first moment he had laid eyes on her the claiming instinct had kicked hard. Zira was a natural leader, sharp-eyed and straight-backed. She was also built like trouble. Fit from constant training, narrow waist, long legs, and a heavy pair of breasts and a thick ass that filled out her leather skirts in a way that made every movement deliberate. He had decided then. He was taking her.

Night came. Long tables filled the central clearing. Torches threw orange light across the meat and the bread. Neo sat in one of the two high chairs at the head table, Alvina in the other. Zira took the seat on his right.

He ate steadily. When he finished the last piece of chicken he looked at Zira.

"You cooked half of this," he said. "It’s good. Really good."

Color rose in her cheeks. Neo grinned wider. He turned to Alvina.

"Bring the alcohol."

Alvina fetched a clay jug. Neo dragged Zira’s chair closer until her hip pressed against his. He poured for both of them and pushed a cup into her hands. They drank. Time stretched. The talk around the tables grew louder. Zira’s shoulders loosened. She started speaking without the usual edge, telling him about the last raid, about the younger warriors who still needed training, about the weight of leading when her sister had been away. Neo listened. He nodded in the right places and asked short questions that kept her going.

Her face flushed deeper. She pressed a hand to her chest under the table and muttered under her breath about why her heart was beating so hot. Neo waited until the alcohol had settled in her blood, then slid an arm around her waist.

"Why don’t you show me my room?"

Zira’s eyes widened. She knew exactly what that invitation meant. Part of her wanted it. Another part still looked toward Alvina. Alvina caught the glance, gave a clear thumbs-up, and said loud enough for both of them to hear, "Go, Zira. I don’t mind you joining Neo’s harem. In fact I’d like it more. It’s lonely in there alone."

Zira’s mouth fell open. She slapped her own cheek once, hard, then stood.

"Let’s go. I’ll take you."

Neo followed. He watched the deliberate roll of her ass under the short leather. She glanced back once, caught his eyes locked on the movement, and grinned.

She pulled him into a side room and shut the door. Neo locked it.

"All right, Zira. How about we blow some steam."

She walked straight up to him, grin sharp, then glared.

"What we’re going to have now is pure sex. Don’t get attached. Understand?"

Neo smiled. In his head he already saw the moment she would beg to be claimed.

She sighed and let him take over. He stripped the leather from her body piece by piece. Boots first, then the skirt, then the top that held her heavy breasts. When she stood fully naked he lifted her by the waist and dropped her onto the bed. She bounced once. He pushed her legs apart, settled between them in missionary, and notched the thick head of his cock against her entrance.

He pushed in.

The squeeze was immediate and brutal. Her pussy clenched hard around the first few inches. Neo gritted his teeth and kept going, inch by inch, hands locked tight on her waist. Zira’s eyes flew wide. Her red mouth opened and a sharp cry tore out of her as her head dropped back against the pillow.

"Fuck—ah!"

He lifted her hips higher and drove the rest of the way home until his hips met hers. Her legs went loose around him. He felt the way her body had to stretch to take the size. He grinned down at her.

"You all right? Should I keep going?"

Zira nodded, breathing hard. In her own head the thought was clear: this was for Alvina’s sake. She needed to know what kind of man Neo really was, and sex was the fastest way to find out. If he treated her like garbage she would do everything in her power to ruin whatever he had with her sister. But—

He started moving.

Slow at first, then deeper, always matching the pace her body gave him. He kissed the side of her neck. He licked the soft skin of her armpit without a single flinch of disgust. That small act hit her harder than she expected. No man had ever done that without pulling a face. Gratitude mixed with the heat already building between her legs.

His cock was thick enough that every thrust dragged along places she had never felt before. It felt like he was reshaping her from the inside. Her body shook under him. Wet sounds filled the room—slick, filthy, constant. The bed creaked. Her breath turned into short, broken moans.

"Hnn—ah—fuck, it’s so deep—"

Neo kept the rhythm steady, hips rolling, the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders flexing with every drive. Sweat started to shine across his chest and down the cut lines of his stomach. Zira’s hands slid over those same muscles, feeling the heat of his skin, the power in the way he held her open.

He thrust harder. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Her big breasts bounced with each impact. Her thick thighs trembled around his waist. Neo watched every reaction—the way her mouth stayed open, the way her eyes glazed, the way her pussy kept trying to milk him even while it struggled to take the full length.

"Look at you," he growled. "Taking it so well. This tight little cunt was made for this."

Zira’s answer came out as a broken gasp. Her body arched. Pleasure overtook the earlier sting. She came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing. Neo followed a few strokes later, burying himself to the root and flooding her with thick, hot cum. She felt every pulse, the heat spreading deep inside.

He stayed there a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out. Cum leaked from her stretched hole onto the sheets. He grabbed a blanket and dropped it over her.

"Sleep well, Zira."

She nodded, still dazed. Neo left the room. Alone, she slid a hand under the blanket and touched her sore, swollen pussy. His cum was still warm inside her. She sighed once, long and quiet.

This was really good.

Neo walked through the quiet camp looking for Alvina. He found her outside the chief’s tent, sitting on a low log, eyes on the moon.

He sat beside her. She glanced over and nodded.

"What you did was good. You finally made Zira realize she was a woman. Take care of her."

Neo nodded. "Of course."

A soft ding sounded in his head. The system notification appeared.

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