Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!

Neo stood amid the shattered trees, blood still drying on his skin from the last exchange. The wolf loomed ahead, its fur matted with earlier wounds that had already closed. He needed to end this. His strength had climbed to star level 4 after the last upgrade, and with the hax layered on it could scrape six. That still left him short. He needed something faster.

He exhaled once and cast the anti-gravity spell. An invisible disk formed beneath his boots, lifting him into the open air. From there he pointed one hand at the wolf. Half-half mode locked in. Power flooded his limbs. He shaped the Move Centre of the Universe into a dense sphere and hurled it.

The sphere slammed into the beast. Flesh and bone ruptured. The wolf collapsed in a spray of dark blood. For a breath the clearing stayed quiet. Then the pieces pulled back together. The wolf reformed whole, eyes burning brighter than before. It fixed on Neo and let out a single howl.

The sound cracked the air. The wolf vanished and reappeared in Neo’s face. One fist crashed into his jaw. The impact sent him tumbling through the sky. He barely righted himself before the next blow landed. The wolf’s legs coiled and released again and again. Each strike drove Neo farther. Five full minutes of pure punishment. Bones cracked. Skin split. Blood ran in thick sheets down his chest and arms. When the wolf finally stopped, Neo hung limp on the disk, body a map of open wounds. The beast studied him, decided the fight was over, and turned away.

Neo’s mouth curved into a grin through the blood. Leaving your back open was a mistake. While the punches had rained down he had been feeding the same Move Centre of the Universe, stacking charge after charge. One hundred times. The stored force now sat at star level 9. He thrust his hand forward.

The blast tore the wolf clean in half. Both pieces hit the ground and stayed still. No regeneration this time. The system chimed. Quest complete.

A silver ring glinted among the leaves. Neo dropped to the earth, stored the ring in his inventory without letting bare skin touch it, and turned. Martha was already walking toward him, dress still dusted from the fight. He looked at her and tugged his pants down.

Martha’s eyes lit with amusement. She had always enjoyed how impatient her son could be. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall. Soft curves, full breasts, the familiar shape of her hips—all of it bare under the open sky.

Neo’s gaze stayed on her. "How about a sex game?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"Simple roleplay," he said. "I’m a rough bandit who wants that royal body of yours. You’re the princess. You run. When I catch you, I take what I want." His eyes dropped to her breasts and stayed there. "I’ll enjoy every inch."

Martha’s heart gave a quick skip. She nodded again.

"Thirty seconds," Neo told her. "I turn away and count. Then the hunt starts."

He faced a thick tree trunk and began the count. At thirty he spun around. The clearing was empty. No flash of skin, no rustle of movement. He started walking, searching the undergrowth. The memory of her in that dress earlier kept sliding through his mind. His cock thickened, then hardened fully, heavy and aching as it stood out in the open air.

A sudden explosion of displaced air cracked behind him. Neo turned. The Archmage Vira descended slowly from the sky, robes settling around her. Her eyes locked on him.

"I remembered your mana signature from last time," she said. "I came to ask if you found my ring."

Her gaze dropped. Color flooded her cheeks the moment she saw the thick length of him standing hard and ready.

"Why are you naked?" she asked, voice tighter than before. She could not stop staring. It was the largest cock she had ever laid eyes on—thick, veined, the head already flushed. Suddenly the size of his harem made perfect sense.

Neo kept his tone even. "I have your ring. But..."

Excitement flashed across Vira’s face. That ring was cursed. Anyone who unlocked its secret could end the world. Only her body could seal it safely again.

"But what?" she pressed.

Neo’s grin returned. "Payment. I want those precious hands of yours wrapped around my cock. A blowjob. Then the ring is yours."

Vira’s cheeks burned hotter. "What do you mean? Ask one of your women."

He shook his head. "They’re all back home. No one else is here."

She fell quiet. The thing in front of her looked monstrous. Touching it with her hands felt like crossing a line she had never approached. Yet the memory of how he had saved her child stayed sharp. Standing there bloodied and still offering the ring, he did not look like someone she could walk away from without becoming the asshole of the story.

Vira sighed, walked forward, and sank to her knees in the grass. Both hands rose and closed around the shaft.

Her eyes widened at once. It was warm—almost hot—and so thick her fingers could not fully meet. First time she had ever touched a cock, and it filled both palms easily. Neo dripped oil across the length. The slick coating let her hands glide faster. Up and down, twisting slightly on each stroke. The musky scent rose from the base and filled her nose.

Neo triggered Lust God. The skill slid into her as her hands kept moving. Pleasure began to coil low in her belly. She stared at the thick veins, the way the shaft shone gold under the sunlight, the heavy weight of it in her grip. Years of loneliness pressed in—years without a man, the adopted child only a partial patch for the empty nights. Without thinking she parted her lips and took the swollen head into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside, tasting salt and heat.

Her eyes snapped open. She pulled back at once, cock slipping free with a wet sound.

"I’m sorry," she said quickly. "I didn’t mean to. It just... happened."

Neo rested a hand on her head, fingers gentle in her hair. "No problem. Try it again."

Vira stayed still for a moment. The taste lingered on her tongue—rich, clean, sending fresh tingles down her spine and between her legs. She licked her lips once, then looked up at him.

"Really... okay?"

He nodded. Turning down an archmage on her knees would have been pure idiocy.

She nodded back. He had saved her child. He had been decent every time their paths crossed. Giving him this after everything did not feel like the wrong choice.

Vira leaned in again. She opened wider and pushed forward, taking more of the thick length. Inch by inch the shaft filled her mouth until her lips met the coarse hair at his base. The intense musky scent hit her full force as she breathed in.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!