Neo’s other leg took the spear clean through the meat of his thigh. The impact drove him to the ground. He hit the stone floor hard and started crawling, blood slicking the tiles under his palms. His mind raced. One more second of hesitation and the next volley would pin him for good.
He forced the change. Torch Man mode flared through him. A wave of heat and light exploded outward from his skin, sweeping the entire chamber in a single pulse. The pyro scan mapped every solid shape in the room. Spears. Eight of them. Floating silent in the air, already in motion, each coming from a different angle. No sound. No warning. He had sensed them too late.
Eight. He could only take four without dying. Neo calculated the least lethal positions in the half-second he had left. Then the spears arrived.
Two punched into his back, high and low. One drove into each already wounded leg. Pain white-hot and immediate. His limbs locked. He could barely drag himself forward. A fifth spear—thicker, longer—came straight for his chest. Neo triggered Transportation. The huge spear vanished mid-flight and reappeared somewhere behind the far wall with a distant crash.
More spears came. A swarm this time. Neo spun the skill again and again, teleporting shaft after shaft away. White streaks vanished from the air. Mana bled out of him fast. The reservoir bottomed. He cursed under his breath, voice rough.
Dark Monarch mode answered the curse. Shadows thickened around his body. The world sharpened. He ignored the iron shafts already buried in his back and poured every scrap of focus into locating the Eye. There—high on the far wall, half-hidden behind a fold of black stone. Neo shoved himself upright and charged.
Spears multiplied. White dots filled his vision until they became a solid wall of points racing toward him. He raised both arms, crossed them in front of his face, and activated Iron Will. Muscle and bone hardened. The barrage hammered into him. Shafts snapped or glanced off. He felt every impact, felt skin tear and ribs creak, but he did not stop. One step. Another. Blood ran down his legs in thick streams. He reached the Eye, drove his fist through its center, and crushed it.
The voice returned, calm and distant.
"Test complete. You may do as you wish with the Eye."
Neo nodded once. Power flooded him. His body swelled. Muscle thickened across his shoulders, arms, and thighs. Aura rolled off his skin in visible waves of dark heat. The spears still lodged in him burned away to ash. The wounds sealed under the surge.
Veya stepped into the edge of his vision, eyes bright.
"What does it feel like?"
"Like ants walking under my skin," Neo said. "No pain."
She nodded. "I can mass-produce them now."
"Make ten."
"I only have ingredients for three more right now." She pressed three smooth pills into his palm. "The rest will take time. I need to copy the rare components."
Neo closed his fingers around the pills, then reached down and gripped the full curve of her ass through her lab coat. "How about we test the upgrade another way."
Veya’s grin was sharp and immediate. She grabbed a thin experimental blade from the nearest table, dragged the edge across the fabric of her clothes, and the entire set simply fell away in pieces. She stood naked in the middle of the laboratory, heavy breasts already tight at the tips, thick thighs pressed together, the soft mound between them glistening. Her hips were wide, her waist narrow, her ass a heavy, soft shelf that shifted when she stepped closer.
"All right," she said, voice low. "Time to see if that dick got upgraded too."
Neo lifted her without effort. Broad hands under her thighs, he set her on the cool metal of the laboratory counter. He pushed her plump legs apart. The pink of her pussy opened for him, already wet. He stepped between them, cock heavy and thick, the head flushed dark. He lined up and pushed in one long stroke.
Heat. Tight wet pressure. He sank until the blunt head kissed her cervix. Veya’s legs locked behind his back at once, ankles crossing, heels digging into the hard muscle of his ass. He started thrusting—deep, steady, every stroke seating him to the root. Her walls clamped down harder than anything he had felt before, a living vice that dragged along every vein and ridge of his cock.
Veya watched his face and grinned. "Potion. Increases tightness to impossible levels. I can control it."
Neo’s hands settled on her waist. He kept thrusting, eyes locked on the heavy bounce of her breasts. Each impact sent them swaying, soft and full, the nipples dark and tight. He angled his hips, grinding the head against different spots inside her. Her mouth opened on a moan. He leaned in and took it, tongues sliding together, wet and hungry. He sucked on hers, pulling it into his mouth while his hips never stopped moving. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the lab—*schlick, schlick, schlick*—joined by the soft slap of his heavy balls against her ass.
"Best sex I’ve ever had," Veya breathed against his lips.
He did not ease up. Sweat beaded across the hard planes of his chest and the thick cords of his arms. It ran down the cut lines of his stomach and dripped onto her soft belly. Her own skin shone with it, breasts slick, thighs trembling. Every thrust was hard enough to rock her whole body on the counter. His hips burned from the pace, but he kept going until the pressure at the base of his spine snapped. He buried himself deep and came, thick pulses flooding her. Cum forced against her cervix and spilled back around his shaft in hot rivulets.
He started to pull out. Veya’s arms snapped around his neck. She locked him in place, grinning up at him, eyes half-lidded and wicked.
"Why rush? Let’s enjoy ourselves more."
Neo nodded. He slid back in to the hilt. Her arms stayed around his neck. Her legs stayed locked behind him. The soft, massive weight of her breasts pressed full against the hard muscle of his chest, nipples dragging across his skin with every small movement. He lifted her clean off the counter. Hands slid under her thighs, then around to grip the heavy cheeks of her ass. Fingers sank into soft flesh. One fingertip found her tight rear hole and pressed inside to the first knuckle.
He fucked her in the air, standing, using the strength in his thick arms and legs to bounce her on his cock. The grip of her pussy was still unreal, squeezing and rippling along his length. He groaned low in his throat. Pussy this tight was every bit as good as any ass he had ever taken. Better, maybe. He triggered Speed. His hips became a blur. The long, thick length of him pistoned in and out of her in rapid, brutal strokes. His balls slapped loud and wet against the soft underside of her ass—*slap-slap-slap-slap*—until both his sack and her cheeks flushed red from the repeated impact.
He came again, deeper this time, forcing every spurt against her cervix until her lower belly rounded faintly with the volume. Cum leaked out around his shaft in thick white streaks.
Neo slapped one heavy cheek hard enough to leave a print. "Your turn to move."
He carried her to the nearest chair, sat, and let her settle on his lap. Veya put both hands on the hard width of his shoulders. Her legs spread wide around his hips. She lifted herself until only the head of his cock remained inside, then dropped. Her ass slapped down against his thighs with a wet, heavy sound. She rose and dropped again, taking him to the root every time, the soft flesh of her ass bouncing and spreading each time it met his body.
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