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Neo moved through the outskirts of the devil lands, the air thick with sulfur and heat that clung to his skin. Around him, demon women walked with easy confidence, their bodies barely covered by scraps of cloth that clung to curves and left little to the imagination. Short skirts rode high on strong thighs. Tops hung open enough to show the full swell of breasts. Rags, really, but worn like armor of temptation. His cock throbbed hard against his pants at the sight. Every sway of hips, every flash of red or dark skin, pulled at him.

He stopped one of them. She was tall, red-skinned, with sharp horns curling back from her forehead and a body built for both power and pleasure. Muscles shifted under smooth flesh when she turned. Full breasts strained against the thin strip of fabric covering them. Her hips flared wide, legs long and toned.

"Why the clothes?" Neo asked, voice steady even as his blood ran hot. "You’re barely wearing anything."

She looked him over, eyes lingering on the clear outline of his cock. A slow grin spread across her face. "Devil tradition, outsider. In the whole kingdom, women of the same rank are stronger than the men. We choose who we take to bed. If a male is strong enough to beat us, he can refuse. If he’s weaker..." She shrugged, the motion making her breasts bounce. "He doesn’t get a choice."

Neo’s cock jumped harder at the words. She noticed. Her grin widened. She stepped in close, the heat of her body washing over him, and slipped her hand straight down the front of his pants. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, hot and firm.

"We devils were made for sin," she murmured, voice low and rough with interest. "You look almost human... but this feels real enough." Her hand stroked him slow at first, then tighter, thumb dragging over the swollen head. Pre-cum slicked her fingers. Neo’s breath caught. He could feel every callus on her palm, the strength in her grip. Her red skin glowed under the dim light. From her side she felt the heavy heat of him, the way his cock pulsed thicker in her hand, veins standing out under the smooth skin. His broad shoulders blocked the light above her. Thick arms flexed when his hands clenched at his sides. Muscled legs planted solid. The manly weight of him made her core tighten.

She worked him faster, wrist twisting just right. Wet sounds filled the space between them—*schlck, schlck*—as her fist pumped. Neo’s hips rolled into her grip. He could see the way her nipples hardened under the thin cloth, the slight parting of her lips, the hunger in her yellow eyes.

"For your sake," she said, still stroking, "don’t get attached to any of us. Loyalty isn’t a thing here."

Neo nodded, jaw tight against the building pressure. She gave him one last firm squeeze, then pulled her hand free and shoved her pants down. The fabric dropped to her ankles. Her pussy was already wet, slick folds glistening, the scent of arousal sharp and sweet. "That’s my reward for the talk."

She turned, braced her hands on a low rock, and pushed her ass back toward him. Neo stepped in. His cock slapped against the soft heat of her cunt. He gripped her hips—strong, flared, the skin hot under his palms—and thrust in hard. She took him in one smooth slide, tight walls stretching around his thick length. A low moan ripped from her throat.

"Fuck—thick," she gasped.

Neo drove deep, hips snapping forward. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed—*plap, plap, plap*. Her ass jiggled with every impact. He watched his cock disappear into her, the way her pussy lips clung to him on every pull-out, shiny with her juices. Her back arched. Full breasts swung free beneath her. From her side she felt the hard planes of his body against her, the power in his thrusts, the way his muscled thighs slapped against the backs of hers. Sweat already beaded on his chest and shoulders. The broad span of him made her feel smaller, claimed. His hands dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks. She pushed back to meet every stroke, chasing the stretch and the heat.

"Harder," she growled. "Don’t hold back."

Neo gave her what she asked for. He fucked her deep and steady, the wet sounds growing louder, filthier. Her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. He reached under and cupped one heavy breast, thumb rough over the stiff nipple. She moaned again, louder. The pressure built fast in his balls. He slammed in one last time and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her. She shuddered through her own climax, walls milking him, a broken curse spilling from her lips.

They stayed locked for a few breaths, both breathing hard. Then she straightened and pulled her pants back up like nothing had happened. Neo tucked himself away, the aftershocks still rolling through him.

"Nis town," he said. "Which way?"

She went quiet for a moment, wiping her hand on her thigh. "North. Twenty miles. But I wouldn’t advise it. The place is loud. Happiness drugs everywhere. Eat or be eaten, even for us demons."

Neo swallowed. Noble Zod clearly didn’t keep tight control over his own territory. He gave the woman a short nod of thanks, then called up the torch-man form. Holy fire flared around his body in bright white-gold. He lifted into the air and shot north.

Behind him the woman’s eyes narrowed to slits. She stared at the trail of pure flame still hanging in the air.

"Is that... holy fire?" Her voice rose sharp. "A fire holder! We haven’t seen one in six hundred years! Tell everyone—catch him!"

Neo heard the shout carry on the wind. He cursed under his breath, dropped hard into a stand of twisted trees, and shut the torch-man form down at once. The glow vanished. He stayed still for a long moment, listening. No footsteps followed. He let out a slow breath. Lucky he hadn’t talked longer. Lucky she hadn’t gotten a clear look at his face.

He switched to dark-monarch form instead. Shadows clung to him, changing the lines of his body, muting any human softness. Speed skill flared. He ran. Trees blurred past. He would stay in this form until things cooled or until he found an inn and bought a face-changing skill. No risks.

The air shifted. Salt reached his nose. Sea smell. He slowed and looked ahead. Nis town sprawled along the coast, bigger than the last place he’d passed through, streets packed with movement and noise. Lights burned in windows. Demons of every shape crowded the roads. Life and danger mixed in equal measure.

Neo entered at a steady run and cut onto the main street. Mercenary guilds lined both sides—signs painted in blood-red or black, doors swinging open and shut with constant traffic. Too many choices. He needed the one that would catch a noble’s eye. The top guild.

Black Crow sat at the end of the row, larger than the rest, the crow emblem carved deep into the stone above the door. He pushed inside.

The common room was loud and smoky. Demons filled most of the tables, but a few humans moved among them without fear. Neo walked straight to the nearest one and tapped the man’s shoulder.

The human spun, ready to snap, then stopped. His eyes ran over Neo’s shadowed form and the clear power in the stance. Money signs practically lit in his pupils.

"Who are you and how are you here?" Neo asked.

The man sighed, already used to the question. "Black Fang member. We’ve got a collab running with Black Crow right now."

Neo’s eyes widened a fraction. Black Fang’s reach went this deep—into the devil kingdom itself. "I want to join."

"Strength level?"

"Star twelve."

The human paused, then gave a short, impressed nod. "Top five percent of every mercenary in Nis town. Not bad for a remote place. Next big city over, though, you’d be cannon fodder. Capital?" He grinned. "You’d be a cleaner."

The words hit Neo hard. Back on the human continent an archmage of his level had been feared and respected. Here in the capital he would scrub floors. That single fact told him everything. The devil kingdom wanted the Nyx tribe and the forest that hid it, yet they never came in force. Something in the tribe or the woods themselves kept them out—scared them or blocked them. Neo’s fist tightened at his side. This was his chance. Get stronger here. No attachments. Use the Nyx blessings. Copy skills from every devil woman he took. His power had always grown fastest that way.

"ID?" the human asked.

"Don’t have one."

A short silence. "Fine. I’ll make one. Name?"

"Neo."

The man disappeared into a back room and returned with a fresh guild card and ID stamped with the name and the star-twelve mark. "Card’s yours. Pay me in both cards later, or I’ll just cut it from your first quest reward. Board’s over there. Pick one. Finish it. Proof’s listed on the paper."

Neo nodded. The quest board covered an entire wall. Papers hung in rows, each marked with stars. Zero-star jobs for killing rats. Higher numbers for real work. At the top sat a seven-star contract: kill the poison dragon blocking the village road. The description listed the beast itself at fifteen stars. Neo’s throat tightened. Expected from the devil kingdom strength. He pulled the paper free, turned, and walked out of the guild building.

He headed for the river. Finding it was simple. Neo opened the system map, checked the layout of Nis town, and saw only one river near the edges. He fixed the direction in his mind and started walking.

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