Neo watched the brash angel stagger back and collapse onto the ground, the fight draining out of him in an instant. The silence that followed felt heavy. Gabriel strode forward at the same moment, her boots striking the ground with purpose.
"Back off," she said, voice sharp and clear. "I will take it from him."
Neo nodded once. The holy fire around him faded as he left torch man mode. Metatron tugged at his sleeve, her fingers light but insistent.
"Don’t fight Gabriel, okay? Let’s leave. She knows what she is doing."
Neo paused. He watched Gabriel walk straight to the fallen angel and start shouting orders that carried across the training field. At least this Gabriel had a sense of reason. He nodded, grabbed Metatron’s wrist, and pulled her away from the scene.
Behind them, Gabriel finished her judgment. Two hundred laps around the entire stadium for the offender. The rest of the group was dismissed with a wave of her hand. As the others scattered, Gabriel’s eyes found Neo’s back. A small smile tugged at her mouth. This human was not bad. He had stood up for Metatron without hesitation. More than that, the memory of his torch man mode flashed through her mind. Shock followed close behind. How did a human carry holy fire inside him?
Gabriel clenched her fist tighter and grinned under her breath. "I look forward to seeing your performance in the war."
She turned toward her own desk. A quiet envy flickered for a second. During her own cadet days, no one had ever stood for her the way Neo had just done for Metatron. She sighed. She could not afford to get emotional. The war was coming. Rules still mattered. She kept walking.
Meanwhile, Neo kept a firm hold on Metatron as they moved fast through the corridors. They treated it like one of his old games—stay out of sight, stay quiet, reach an empty room before anyone noticed. The first unlocked door they found led into a small storage room with a table and little else. Neo checked the hallway once more, then pulled Metatron inside and shut the door behind them.
Metatron gulped. Neo closed the distance, one strong arm sliding around her waist. He guided her backward with steady pressure until the edge of the table pressed against her thighs. Then he lifted her up and set her on the surface as if she weighed nothing. His broad shoulders filled her vision. Muscled arms flexed under the thin fabric of his shirt. His legs were solid and strong from constant training.
They were close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him. Color rose in her cheeks. She was not stupid. She knew what he wanted. Gabriel’s orders were clear—sex inside the army was forbidden. Discovery meant dismissal at best, worse at worst. Gabriel had a soft spot for their team, but rules were still rules.
Still, Metatron looked at Neo’s face. The same man who had just stood between her and a stronger angel. A strange, warm scent clung to him, something that made her skin prickle and her body heat up from the inside.
She let out a short breath. A quick one would not hurt. Not with the war tomorrow.
"Did you lock the door?" she whispered.
Neo nodded. He cupped her cheeks with both hands, thumbs brushing her skin. "Do you want to do it?"
Metatron’s voice came out soft. "Yes." She parted her legs.
Neo did not waste time. He pulled her skirt down and off, then lifted her top away until she sat bare on the table. Soft curves, smooth skin, full breasts that rose and fell with her quick breaths. He shoved his own shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already flushed.
Metatron’s eyes widened. This was her first time. She had decided to give it to him. The war was tomorrow. She did not want regrets.
Neo stepped between her thighs. He lined himself up against her entrance, felt the heat and slickness already gathering there, and pushed in slow. Inch by inch. Her face tightened with the stretch and the sharp edge of pain. He watched every change in her expression, felt the tight grip of her walls around him, until he was fully seated inside her.
A system notification flashed across his vision.
**Angel Fucker title acquired.**
*When fucking angels, your pyro holy mana abilities increase greatly.*
Neo rolled his hips and started moving. The tightness was almost too much. Heat, pressure, the wet slide of her body accepting him. He watched her face carefully. The pain eased. Her lips parted. He thrust deeper, steady and strong, using the full power of his muscled legs and the solid drive of his hips.
Metatron felt complete. Neo’s cock filled her in a way nothing else ever had—huge, warm, relentless. Every stroke dragged across places inside her that made her breath hitch. He hit a spot that sent sparks up her spine, then another. Her G-spot pulsed under the pressure. Her walls clenched around him without her meaning to. Footsteps passed in the hallway just outside. The risk made her cling tighter. She locked her legs around his waist, heels pressing into the hard muscle of his back, and held on.
Neo kept going. He felt her body open for him, felt the way her inner walls fluttered and gripped. Sweat started to bead along his shoulders and chest. He could see the same sheen on her skin, the way her breasts moved with every thrust, the flush spreading down her throat. Dirty words slipped out of him without thought.
"So fucking tight... taking me so well..."
Metatron’s soft sounds mixed with the wet noise of their bodies. "Ahh... Neo... nngh..."
He drove into her harder. The table creaked. Her nails dug into his arms. The pressure built fast. Neo buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with heat. Metatron clung to him through it, eyes half-closed, body trembling around him.
He pulled out slowly. Cum immediately leaked from her used entrance and dripped onto the table.
The door opened.
Greenla stepped in, sweat still rolling down her face from whatever drills she had just finished. Her eyes landed on Neo first, then on the thick cock still half-hard and glistening, then on the white cum sliding out of Metatron.
Metatron’s hand shot up. "Wait—this is not what you think!"
Greenla tilted her head. One hand rested near her mouth as she stared. "What are you guys doing?"
Neo studied her for half a second. Pure airhead. She really had no idea what she was looking at. He kept his voice calm and clear.
"Lock the door behind you and come here."
Greenla obeyed without question. She locked the door, walked over, and stopped in front of them. Metatron’s face burned with shyness. She was the youngest in Support Team 7, and here she sat, naked, cum still leaking, while Neo stood bare in front of both of them.
Neo looked at Greenla. "Get on your knees. I will give you something delicious to eat."
Greenla dropped to her knees at once. Metatron’s eyes snapped to Neo.
"We should stop now!"
Neo shook his head. He opened his system shop, found the erotic skill he needed, and bought it. Instantly his cum carried the taste of white chocolate. He scooped a thick drop from the tip of his cock with one finger and pushed it past Greenla’s lips.
Metatron’s eyes went wide. She watched Greenla’s expression change and wondered if it had always tasted like that.
Neo glanced at Metatron. "Watch me. I am going to make sure Greenla does not snitch on us."
Metatron nodded, still flushed.
Neo turned back to Greenla. "Open your mouth."
She did. He slid his cock between her lips. Her eyes flew open the second the sweet taste hit her tongue.
He pulled back. Greenla’s hands waved in the air.
"Please stop—don’t take it out!" She licked her lips, chasing every drop. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted, sweeter than the dessert Gabriel hid in her second drawer. She wanted more of that white liquid slowly beading at the tip of Neo’s cock.
Neo looked down at her. "You can drink my magical milk. But only on two conditions. The first one is that you would not tell anyone what happened here and what we three would do together. And the second. If you want to feel what Metatron feels now you must show me proof of you wanting this."
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