Neo watched as Mira turned away from him, presenting the full curve of her ass under the black dress. Her breath came hotter now, lips parting as she licked them slow.
"Now I need you to fuck me."
He stepped closer. The room smelled of old stone and her skin. Neo hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free—twelve thick inches, heavy and already hard, the head flushed dark and leaking a bead of precum. Mira’s eyes flicked down. She nodded once, sharp and sure. This was a good deal. She had been aching for it for weeks. Living among priests left a woman with a high drive and nowhere to put it. The pressure built until it felt like her blood ran too hot.
She gathered the hem of her black dress and lifted it past her hips, baring the pale, smooth skin of her thighs and the soft, already-slick folds between them. Neo’s warm cockhead pressed against her entrance. She arched her back with a low sound—"Ah~"—and felt the broad tip stretch her open. Length and girth both bigger than anything she had taken before. The stretch burned in the best way.
His hands clamped down on her narrow waist, fingers digging into soft flesh. Mira bit her lip and braced both palms against the rough wall. High drive or not, the way he filled her made her knees soft. She shoved the dress higher until it bunched under her breasts, fully naked from the waist down, and parted her legs wider. Her hips rolled back, taking him deeper, rocking in a steady rhythm that showed she knew exactly how to work a cock.
Neo gritted his teeth. Her pussy clamped tight around him, hot and wet, the inner walls rippling with a practiced squeeze that milked him on every stroke. She moved like someone who had done this a hundred times and still wanted more.
He picked up the pace. One strong arm hooked under her thigh and lifted it high, opening her wider. He drove in hard, watching the pink rim of her entrance stretch and cling to his shaft, the soft inner meat fluttering and clutching at him like it refused to let go. Wet sounds filled the small space—slick, filthy *schlick-schlick* with every thrust.
"Please fuck me more," Mira cried, voice breaking. "I need to feel you inside me more. I’ll be your personal bitch if you keep fucking me like this."
Neo slowed for a single breath, then angled his hips and slammed straight into the swollen spot deep inside her. He drilled short, sharp strokes against it until her legs shook. Then he shoved her forward until her cheek pressed the cold wall, lifted her other leg, and held her suspended. Her feet dangled, toes curling in the air as he pounded up into her. Gravity made every thrust land deeper.
He licked a stripe up the side of her face. Salt and heat.
"You’re gonna fuck me to death," she gasped. "Please—don’t stop."
Every heavy stroke rearranged her insides. The thick head kissed her G-spot over and over, relentless. Pleasure stacked until it broke. Mira came hard, shameless, juices spilling around his cock and coating his balls in warm slick. Her walls fluttered and seized.
Neo kept moving through it, curiosity cutting through the haze.
"Why are you like this?"
Mira twisted enough to look back over her shoulder. Sweat shone on her collarbone. A sultry smile curved her mouth.
"You mean the drive? When I was young an old woman cursed me. Said I’d never find love—only end up a whore selling my body. I laughed it off. A few days later the heat started. My body burned for cock so bad I wanted to die. I took the butler, the shopkeeper, even my father’s friends. None of them filled the empty place the way you do."
Neo looked at her. Marking in his mind to not form attachment to her. This was just a pure sex and a deal between them.
Neo nodded. His hips snapped faster. Mira’s head tipped back, eyes rolling white, tongue lolling out. Her toes clenched hard. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, faster, until Neo buried himself to the root and came. Thick pulses flooded her, hot and deep. Mira closed her eyes, feeling every spurt, the heat sinking into her like something mending broken places.
A soft system chime echoed in Neo’s mind.
*Mira fully healed. You may stop.*
He started to pull out. Mira’s hand shot back and locked around his wrist.
"Please continue."
Neo gave a short nod. He shifted, lined up, and pressed the slick head against her tighter hole. Inch by inch his cock sank into her ass. The ring stretched wide around the thick shaft until he bottomed out, balls pressed to her soft cheeks. He started thrusting again, chasing his own pleasure now, pinning her to the wall.
Mira’s fingers brushed his shoulder.
"Hurry—put me on the ground. My legs are weak."
He lowered her. She dropped to all fours on the stone floor, back arched, that massive pale ass raised high. Neo pushed back into the tight heat of her rear and grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, pulling until her spine bowed. He fucked her hard, eyes locked on the way her big, milky cheeks deformed and rippled with every impact—hypnotic waves of soft flesh. His grip stayed iron on her waist, each full-powered thrust making her ass bounce and jiggle.
Mira looked back, eyes glassy.
"Fuck me like I’m a slut who took your money and ran. Like you finally caught me."
Neo’s eyes widened. He answered by shoving her flat onto her belly. Both hands wrapped around her throat from behind. He drove into her ass with raw force, every stroke burying the full twelve inches until his hips slammed against her. The wet *plap-plap-plap* turned almost frantic. He kept going until the pressure peaked again and he emptied a second load deep inside her.
When he finally pulled free, the withdrawal came with a loud, wet *plop*. Cum and her own slick leaked from both holes. Neo cleaned himself first, then wiped her carefully with a scrap of cloth, gentle despite the roughness of the fucking. Mira watched him do it and felt something shift. He was a good partner—rough when she asked, careful after.
"Our deal is done," Neo said. "You can leave if you want."
She sat up slowly, still feeling the pleasant ache.
"How about I help you until you get the elf girl and seal whatever’s inside her." Her voice was steady now. "You told me while you were inside me—Ely has an eldritch thing in her. If it gets free the whole forest burns. I want to help."
Neo offered his hand. She took it and rose. The black dress slipped back down over her body, covering the marks his hands had left. Together they walked out to where Martha and Tara waited.
Martha’s eyes tracked the careful way Mira moved. A grin spread across the older woman’s face. She stepped close.
"You need to put cream there every day or the pain stays."
Mira’s eyes went wide.
"Weren’t you Neo’s mother?"
Martha laughed, low and open.
"I’m his woman too. He fucks me a lot—especially my ass." She grinned wider on the last word.
Mira shook her head. What a crazy group. Then Neo walked up beside her.
"You said after we finish our deal you would take us there. So take us now to the prison."
Mira nodded and started walking ahead.
"Follow me."
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