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Neo lowered Martha gently to the soft forest floor. Cum leaked from her in a slow, thick trickle, wetting her thighs. He cleaned her carefully with a strip of cloth, then did the same for Mira, wiping every trace from their skin before helping both women back into their clothes. His broad shoulders flexed as he worked. His muscled arms moved with steady care. Neither woman spoke while they recovered. When their breathing evened out, Neo looked at them.

"After you’ve rested enough, follow me. We take care of Ely next."

They nodded, rose, and fell in behind him.

They reached the tree where Tara sat with her back against the bark. Ely slept in her arms, a soft, heartwarming scent of clean skin and milk rising from the child. Tara’s eyes lifted and met Neo’s. He gestured to Martha.

"Take her place."

Martha settled in, accepting the sleeping girl without a word. Neo’s hand closed around Tara’s wrist. He pulled her up.

"I didn’t forget your turn."

Tara’s mouth curved. "I didn’t know you were a gentleman."

"I am."

He led her deeper into the trees until the others were only a distant murmur. There he stripped her bare. Her leopard-patterned skin caught the filtered light. Full breasts, heavy F-cups, swayed as she stood. Her hips flared wide above strong thighs. Neo’s gaze tracked every curve—the narrow waist, the thick ass, the soft belly. His own body answered: broad shoulders rolling, thick arms tight under the skin, muscled legs planted firm. His cock already hard, heavy against his thigh.

He pushed her onto all fours. Tara laughed, low and knowing.

"As expected. You like ass a lot. You should take a minute enjoying my boobs too."

Neo paused. The idea landed clean.

"That’s a good idea."

He pulled her upright. Both hands cupped her massive breasts, lifting their weight. The flesh was dense, warm, spilling over his fingers. He lowered his head and took one dark nipple into his mouth. Tara’s hands locked behind his head, crushing him deeper into the soft valley. Her voice came rough.

"Suck harder. Use that tongue."

He did. Then he sent a thin thread of mana into her chest. Tara’s body jerked. Milk burst across his tongue in a sudden, sweet rush. Her eyes went wide.

"What—how—"

Neo only drank. He switched breasts, milking both with firm squeezes while his mouth worked. Warm jets filled his throat. Tara’s head tipped back. A long moan spilled out of her. Sweat already sheened her leopard skin. Neo’s own body heated—broad chest rising, muscled arms flexing as he held the heavy soft flesh, thick thighs locked steady. When he finally wiped his mouth, milk still beaded on her nipples.

He turned her again, pushed her back into doggy. Both hands spread her thick ass cheeks. Without warning he drove his cock straight to the hilt. The fat head kissed her cervix in one brutal stroke. Tara’s eyes flew open. Pain flashed across her face. Her arms nearly buckled.

"Fuck—too deep—"

A few heartbeats later the stretch settled. She grinned, sharp and hungry, and triggered her racial speed skill. Her hips slammed backward to meet every thrust. Ass cheeks rolled and clapped in a wet, chaotic bounce. *Plap-plap-plap-plap*—the sound cracked through the trees. Sweat poured down the valley of her spine, down the sides of those heavy breasts swinging under her. Neo gripped her hips harder, feeling the soft flesh give under his fingers. His muscled legs drove forward again and again. Tara’s voice turned filthy.

"Yes—hit that spot—don’t stop—your cock is wrecking me—"

Her speed skill flared hotter. She came hard around him, pussy clamping and fluttering. Neo followed a second later, thick ropes flooding her. He stayed buried until the last pulse faded, then pulled free. Cum poured out of her in a heavy white stream, dripping onto the leaf litter. He gave her ass one sharp slap. The cheek jiggled.

Tara stayed on her knees a moment longer, breathing hard. When she finally looked up, her gaze stayed on him for a long, quiet stretch.

"Why do you always clean us after?"

Neo’s answer was simple. "I can’t enjoy a woman’s body without being grateful. Cleaning is part of it."

Her eyes widened. Then she moved. She took his cock into her mouth, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked until he spilled again across her tongue. She licked every drop clean.

"Here you go."

They dressed. Neo’s broad shoulders rolled once as he settled his shirt. Tara’s leopard skin disappeared under cloth again, but the memory of those heavy breasts and thick ass stayed vivid.

They rejoined Martha and Mira. Neo faced Mira directly.

"This is farewell."

Mira bit her lip. She heard the finality. With the curse she carried, no man would keep her as his woman. The knowledge sat heavy in her chest. Neo watched her face and spoke again, voice steady.

"We can still be sex friends. How about that?"

She nodded once. Friendship, at least, would remain.

"If your tribe needs anything from the Black Order," she said, "come to me."

"I’ll call when we want deals. Tell your father."

She agreed. The group turned and left the Black Order behind, walking the forest paths under the high canopy. Tara carried Ely. Along the way she spoke quietly with her water-spirit friend, laying plans. By the time the Nyx tribe gates appeared in the distance, the arrangement was set.

A blue figure waited ahead. Tara raised a hand.

"That’s my friend. Her name is Hydra."

They closed the distance. Neo’s eyes took her in fully. Tight blue dress molded to every curve—huge ass, wide fertile hips, breasts so full they threatened to spill over the neckline. Blue hair fell past her shoulders. Blue eyes watched them approach. Faint blue skin glowed under the trees. When she crouched to study Ely, Neo’s breath hitched. The dress pulled tight across the massive rear, the small waist flaring into that heavy lower half. Hydra cupped Ely’s face.

"This young one has intense hydro talent. I’ll take her. Thank you, Tara."

Tara nodded. "I thought you’d be the best."

Hydra accepted. Neo spoke before the moment closed.

"You’re welcome in my tribe whenever you want."

Hydra’s gaze dropped, lingering on the clear outline of his cock under his pants. Heat flickered in those blue eyes. She looked back at Tara.

"You must really have problems with him."

Tara laughed. "There are already a lot of other women who share the burden with me."

Hydra nodded, then fixed Neo with a sharp stare.

"I don’t let anyone who checks me out leave without testing him. How about we fight. And you don’t get to say no!"

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