Neo watched Greenla stare at Metatron’s open legs. Thick white cream still leaked from the angel’s pussy in slow, sticky trails. Greenla’s simple eyes locked on it. She licked her lips without thinking. The milk that had just filled her mouth tasted sweet and heavy. Seeing it drip from Metatron made her wonder if it would taste even better straight from the source.
She frowned, putting the pieces together in her usual slow way. Neo and Metatron had been quiet and close. They must have been hiding something delicious. The cream coming out of Metatron’s pussy looked thicker than what she had swallowed. Her mind jumped to the next thought: if she could get Neo’s cock inside her the same way, the milk would fill her deeper and taste richer. Then she remembered the two conditions Neo had set. She still had to prove herself first. No shortcuts.
Neo saw the nod. Greenla accepted both conditions without argument. A grin pulled at his mouth. He could have bent her over right then and driven into that tight, eager body. Metatron was still here, though, and the blowjob Greenla was giving him already felt justified. His eyes dropped to Greenla’s round ass as she leaned forward again. Later, when they were alone on the road, he would take his time with her.
Greenla sealed her lips around his cock and sucked harder. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside while her cheeks hollowed. Neo’s broad shoulders flexed. Thick muscle in his arms and thighs tightened with every pull. He came the second time, flooding her mouth. Greenla swallowed every drop, throat working, a soft wet sound filling the room—*gluck, gluck*—as she drank him down. She did not pull off. She kept sucking, determined to empty him.
The third orgasm hit harder. Neo’s hips jerked. Hot ropes of cum shot straight down her throat. Greenla’s eyes watered but she stayed locked on him, milking every last pulse until his cock twitched dry. When he finally eased out, the shaft shone with spit and leftover cream. Greenla pouted at the empty air, lips swollen and glossy.
Neo patted her head, fingers sliding through her hair. "Don’t worry. Tomorrow we leave on the journey alone. I’ll make sure you drink as much sweet milk as you can take."
Greenla nodded fast. She looked between Neo and Metatron. "Alright. I won’t tell anyone about you two. But Neo, please take me with you tomorrow."
Neo laughed under his breath and nodded. Greenla stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and walked out of the room without another word.
The moment the door shut, Neo locked it tight. No one else would walk in. He turned back to Metatron. She still lay open on the bed, thighs spread, pussy dripping the mixture of her own slick and his earlier load. Neo stepped between her legs, gripped her hips, and slid his cock back inside in one smooth thrust. Wet heat wrapped around him—*schlick*—and Metatron’s breath caught.
She looked up at him, worry clear in her eyes. "Is it alright letting her go like that? Greenla is an airhead. She might still talk."
Neo kept thrusting, steady and deep. His muscled arms braced on either side of her. Sweat already shone across his broad chest and shoulders. "Don’t worry. She won’t tell anyone. She likes the milk too much. She won’t risk losing it after I made the rules clear."
Metatron’s hands slid up his arms, feeling the hard muscle shift under her palms. From her view Neo looked powerful—thick thighs driving forward, abs tight, cock stretching her open with every stroke. The wet sounds grew louder. *Slap. Schlick. Slap.* Her own body answered him: soft breasts bouncing, hips tilting up to take him deeper, inner walls fluttering around the thick length.
Neo felt every clench. Her pussy was hot and soaked, gripping him like it did not want to let go. He watched her face, the way her lips parted, the flush on her cheeks. Another orgasm built fast. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pumping more cream deep inside her. Metatron’s legs trembled around his waist as the heat filled her.
Afterward Neo cleaned them both with a cloth from the side table. He pulled Metatron to her feet, took her hand, and led her back to the support team room. Four beds stood against the walls. Neo had no assigned place. He walked straight to Metatron’s bed and sat on the edge.
"She’ll be looking after me tonight," he told the others without explanation.
Uriel’s eyes narrowed. She knew Metatron was outgoing and easy to get along with, but sharing a bed with a human this fast felt wrong. Something sat off about the closeness. Uriel shook her head and turned toward Bilial instead. As team leader she had bigger problems. Bilial’s emotional state needed fixing before the coming war. That mattered more than whatever Neo and Metatron were doing.
Neo and Metatron settled under the same blanket. Her body curled against his side, soft curves pressed to the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Sleep took them both.
Morning hit like a slap. A full bucket of cold water crashed over Neo’s face. He snapped upright, dripping, eyes open. Gabriel stood in the doorway with a sharp glare. Uriel stood beside her, composure gone. The usual calm in Uriel’s voice had cracked into pure anger.
"Because of you Gabriel gave us a mission for oversleeping," Uriel snapped. "Get your ass up now."
Neo sighed and climbed out of the soaked bed. Gabriel’s mouth curved into a satisfied grin. She finally had a clean chance to make his life difficult. She shoved a quest paper into his hand. Neo’s expression darkened the second he read it.
The task was simple on the surface and impossible in practice: reach the mountain tunnels, explore them, and kill every troll inside. One thousand trolls. The description made the tunnels sound massive. The time limit was a single day. No reward listed.
Neo’s temper flared. He was a mercenary, not a slave. He tore the paper in half right in front of Gabriel. The smile on her face froze, then flushed into anger.
"Do you know what you’re doing?" she demanded.
"Yes." Neo ripped the badge from his chest and threw it at her feet. "Take this. I’m quitting." He already had women waiting back in his tribe, and his mother Martha. No one worked him like a dog for free. He turned and walked past her.
Gabriel stopped short. She had not expected the reaction to cut this deep. Yesterday he had stood up for Metatron without hesitation. Now Metatron’s eyes had gone dark with worry. Gabriel grit her teeth.
"What do you want?" she called after him. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up, and fixed him with a hard stare. "Hurry up and tell me."
Neo turned back, grin already in place. His eyes dragged openly over her curves. "Simple. You complete the quest with me."
Gabriel laughed, the sound sharp and sneering. "No way. The highest leader—the first fragment of light—arrives this evening. I need to be in my best form to meet her. I’m not crawling through dirty tunnels fighting trolls with you."
Neo snorted and started walking again. The moment he moved, Gabriel’s thoughts raced. She remembered the torch-man mode, the holy fire he could call. She needed him here until evening. The great leader had to see him and explain the secret behind his power. If Neo left now, that chance vanished.
She bit her lip hard enough to feel it. "Fine. I’ll come."
Neo’s grin widened. He clapped his hands once. Light flared around the six of them. In the next breath they stood at the mouth of the troll tunnels.
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