Neo watched the bottle spin across the floor. It slowed, the base stopping on the woman in front of him while the open end pointed straight at his chest. Her face fell for a second. His did the opposite. He grinned, already hard, his cock twitching under the thin fabric still left on him. He cracked his neck once, stood, and walked over without a word.
He kissed her hard. Tongues met. Saliva mixed. He lifted her easily, hands under her thighs, and pushed into her in one smooth motion. She locked her arms around his neck and held on. Neo gripped her ass cheeks, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and thrust up into her while he held her weight. Wet sounds filled the space between them—slick, steady, wet. Her body bounced against his. He felt every clench of her walls, the heat of her, the way her breath hitched against his mouth. She felt the hard muscle of his arms under her hands, the broad set of his shoulders, the power in his legs as he drove up into her again and again. Sweat already shone on his chest. She tasted salt when she kissed his throat.
He came hard inside her, hips jerking, and pulled out. Thick cum leaked down her thighs the moment her feet touched the floor. He set her down carefully and walked back to his spot.
Tara sat a few feet away, still trying to steady her breathing. More of his cum slid from her. Sai glanced over and said, calm as ever, "Don’t worry. She’ll get used to it." Neo nodded.
He reached for the bottle again and spun it. The glass turned, slowed, and stopped with the open end on Tara and the base on him. An evil little glint lit her eyes. Neo muttered a quiet curse under his breath. Tara only smiled.
"Don’t worry," she said. "I won’t ask for anything impossible."
She walked over, told him to stay seated with his legs crossed, and climbed into his lap facing him. Her leopard-marked thighs locked behind his waist. She took his face in both hands and kissed him deep, then pulled back just enough to speak against his mouth.
"You’re going to fuck me while you whisper, nonstop, how you’ll take care of me when I’m old."
Neo slapped one heavy ass cheek. The flesh rippled under his palm with a sharp, wet smack. "You being this cute should be illegal."
He gripped her hips, lifted her, and lowered her onto his cock. She sank down slow, taking every thick inch until she was fully seated. Neo’s arms flexed, veins standing out along the muscle as he started moving her up and down. Fast. Hard. Her tight walls squeezed him with every drop. He groaned and kept his mouth at her ear the whole time, voice low and rough.
"I’ll still hold you like this when your hair’s gray. Still fuck you slow when your knees ache. Still clean every drop out of you when you’re an old grandma. You’re mine. Always."
Tara’s insides clenched hard around him at the words. He felt it and gritted his teeth. She bounced faster, heavy ass slamming down onto his balls with wet, meaty impacts. The skin of her cheeks turned pink from the force. Her eyes stayed locked on his, dark with lust. She shifted her weight and ground down, milking him deliberately. Neo’s breath left him in a rough sound.
Tara laughed, soft and wicked. "Want to see my breeding mode?"
He nodded.
She planted her feet, gripped his shoulders, and activated the skill. Yellow electricity flared across her skin. Her body became a blur. She rose and dropped on his cock at a speed that made the air snap. Neo met her thrust for thrust, hips driving up just as hard. The room filled with the continuous wet slap of skin on skin—plap-plap-plap-plap—and the thick scent of sex and sweat. Everyone else in the room could smell it.
Neo felt the climax building fast. He slammed her down one final time and came deep, flooding her. Tara hugged him tight. Her fangs sank into the muscle of his shoulder and back as she rode the pulses. When she finally lifted off him, his cum poured out of her in a heavy stream. Neo cleaned her the way he always did, careful and thorough, then kissed her forehead. She went back to her place without a word.
Neo picked up the bottle again. "My turn." He spun it while speaking the short mantra of the goddess Linlitn under his breath. The bottle stopped with the open end on him and the base on Sai. His grin widened. Sai laughed, but the sound came out nervous.
He walked to her, pushed her onto her back, and folded her legs up into a mating press. He slid into her in one long stroke and held her head still so he could kiss her while he fucked her. Every thrust made her massive ass cheeks ripple hard. The other women watched, throats working as they swallowed, as Neo pulled almost all the way out—only the head still inside—then slammed back in until his balls slapped against her. The force traveled through the thick flesh of her ass in visible waves.
He changed the angle every few strokes, using his hips to find new places inside her. Sai moaned and came around him, walls fluttering, caught off guard each time he shifted. Neo planted both hands on her heavy breasts, squeezing and reshaping the soft mounds while he kept driving into her. Sweat ran down his chest and dripped onto her stomach. She stared up at the hard lines of his arms, the way his broad shoulders blocked the light, the focused heat in his eyes.
He felt her start to tighten again and sped up. One final powerful thrust buried him to the root. The head of his cock kissed her cervix. Sai’s head snapped back. A raw sound tore out of her—half groan, half cry—pain and pleasure tangled together. Neo stayed locked there and came, balls drawing up tight as he emptied everything he had. Sai’s succubus wings wrapped around his back. Her tail curled between them and stroked his balls, urging more out of him. Her legs locked behind him and pulled him deeper.
When he finally pulled free and stood, breathing hard, Sai lay with her legs still open. Cum leaked from her in a thick, continuous flow. She covered her sweaty forehead with one arm and just breathed.
Neo walked back to his place. Mira laughed and slapped her own thigh. "Looks like even you’re not used to it yet." Sai gave her a cold look and said nothing.
Neo stopped caring about the bottle after that. He took each of them again, one after another, in whatever position felt right in the moment. He used their bodies the way he wanted—slow when he felt like tasting every inch, hard when he needed the wet slap of skin and the way they clenched around him. He watched their faces, listened to the sounds they made, felt the different ways each of them squeezed and shook and came. By the time he finished, all three women lay on the bed with their legs parted. Cum leaked from their pussies and assholes alike.
He cleaned them carefully, the same way he always did, then helped them back into their clothes. When they were ready, Neo sent a magic scroll to Martha asking for a carriage. She answered quickly. They mounted the carriage and rode toward the Nyx tribe. After they entered Nyx castle, Neo watched the three of them head off to bathe while he walked alone to the throne room and sat on his throne.
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