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Neo kept thrusting deep into Noir, his broad shoulders rolling with every powerful stroke. His muscled arms braced on either side of her head while his thick thighs flexed, driving his heavy cock in and out of her soaked cunt. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the broken room. Noir’s long legs trembled around his waist. She kissed him hard, tongue sliding against his, tasting the salt of his sweat.

Her tight walls clenched and milked him without mercy. Every time he bottomed out she moaned into his mouth, the sound low and greedy. Neo groaned, feeling her heat squeeze him from root to tip. He could feel every ripple of her inner muscles trying to pull the cum out of his balls.

Noir came first, body locking up. Her cunt fluttered hard around his shaft and a rush of her juices soaked his cock and balls. She kept coming, one orgasm rolling into the next, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his back. Neo didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, watching her full breasts bounce and her face twist with raw pleasure.

When his own climax hit he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her. Thick ropes of cum pumped deep inside her womb. Noir gasped at the heat and quantity, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

Neo pulled out just long enough to lift her. Noir locked her arms around his neck and wrapped her strong legs around his waist, heels pressing into the firm muscle of his lower back. He thrust back into her in one smooth motion. She was still dripping with his cum, the excess running down his heavy balls as he walked.

Every step drove his cock deeper. The wet sound of their joined bodies echoed. Neo’s free hand gripped one of her soft, heavy breasts, thumb rubbing the stiff nipple. Noir’s breath hitched against his ear.

"Fuck... it’s so big," she panted. "I can feel every vein."

They hit the wall hard enough to make the wood creak. Neo pinned her there and kept pounding, his muscled legs and arms working without pause. The bedframe was already broken; now the wall took the punishment.

A deep demon voice snarled from the other side of the wall. "You two keep it down!"

Noir’s face flushed with pure anger. She turned her head and shouted, "Shut up or you’ll pay double the price!"

Silence followed. The demon on the other side did not hit the wall again.

Noir turned back to Neo, eyes dark with lust. She kissed him, soft and hungry at the same time. "This dick is very big. I really don’t know how to live without it now."

Another thick pulse of cum shot from Neo’s cock, flooding her already full cunt. Noir felt the heat spread and grinned. She cupped one of her own full breasts and pushed the hard nipple toward his mouth.

"Suck," she ordered.

Neo took the soft flesh between his lips and sucked hard, tongue swirling over the peak. Noir moaned and rolled her hips, grinding down on his still-hard length.

"How about you come live here for a while?" she said, voice husky. "I’ll let you pay only ten percent the normal price every night. You look like a wanderer with no place to stay. How about that?"

Neo nodded once. The deal was good. A warm bed and a willing milf every night was better than most offers he had gotten since arriving in this city.

Noir kissed his forehead, still riding him slowly. "But we have a condition. You fuck me every day. Three times. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night while we sleep here."

Neo nodded again without hesitation. He would not pass up regular access to a body like hers, and a fixed place to rest was useful. He thrust up hard one last time and came again, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft. Noir’s cunt milked every drop.

They collapsed together onto the broken bed. Neo’s broad chest rose and fell under her soft weight. Noir stayed draped over him, one leg still hooked around his muscled thigh, until sleep took them both.

Eight hours later Neo opened his eyes. The room was empty. Noir was gone. On the counter near the bed sat a short letter and a simple plate of food. The letter said she had gone down to take care of customers and that breakfast was ready.

Neo read it once, crumpled the paper, and tossed it aside. He ate quickly, the food plain but solid. When he finished he dressed, left the inn, and headed straight for the Black Crow guild.

Inside the guild hall he spotted the same human from before. The man was talking with a purple-skinned demon who had three sharp horns and wore a high-quality dark suit. Both of them looked pleased, almost energetic. Neo watched them for a second and understood at once. Villains recognized their own kind. They got along.

Neo walked over. The human’s eyes widened the moment he saw him.

"You just came at the right time," the man said. "I was talking with the noble Zod. After I told him about your feat killing the poison dragon, he wished to meet you." He pointed at the purple-skinned demon.

Neo nodded and turned to face Zod. The demon stepped forward and offered his hand. Neo shook it. Zod’s grip was firm. His eyes moved over Neo’s face and the dark energy that always sat just under the surface of his skin—the mark of the Dark Monarch mode.

"From what demon race are you?" Zod asked. "I’ve seen many races, yet I fail to recognize yours."

Neo stayed silent for a short moment, then answered, "Darkun. I am the last one of my race."

Zod inclined his head. "My apologies. I was insensitive."

"It was okay," Neo said. He kept his voice even. "Noble Zod, I have always heard about your good deeds. I have always wanted to work as one of the Happiness Guards. Can you get me a position guarding that factory?"

Zod’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Then a slow grin spread across his face. He remembered how far Neo had traveled to reach this city. In his mind the calculation was simple: this man was already addicted to the drugs the factory produced. A useful chess piece, as long as the supply of drugs stayed steady.

"I will give you a job," Zod said. "You will work as my mercenary. You can come with me."

He whistled once. A grey-haired milf in a maid uniform stepped forward at once. Her figure was full and mature, the black dress cut to show the heavy curve of her chest and the wide flare of her hips.

"This is Beatrix," Zod said. "She is my head maid. She will be the one giving you your tasks and much more."

Neo nodded and shook Beatrix’s hand. Her grip was cool and professional, but her eyes lingered on the solid muscle of his forearm for a second longer than necessary.

Beatrix told him to wait there while Master Zod finished his talk with the Black Fang leader. After that the three of them would travel together to Zod’s castle.

Neo waited. Zod finished his conversation with the Black Fang leader posted inside the guild, then walked back to them.

"Beatrix, go prepare the carriage," Zod ordered.

Beatrix left at once. Zod turned, slammed a friendly hand on Neo’s shoulder, and pointed at the rolling movement of Beatrix’s huge ass as she walked away. The firm flesh swayed with every step under the tight skirt.

"Work the best you can," Zod said, voice low, "and you will get her."

Neo simply nodded.

A short time later the carriage rolled up. Beatrix sat at the window and told them to enter. Zod took one side. Neo sat beside Beatrix. The carriage moved through the streets toward the castle.

When they arrived the three of them entered the large stone building. Almost immediately three different maids approached Zod, each one speaking at once, asking for orders or reporting small matters. Zod turned to deal with them.

Beatrix took Neo’s hand and pulled him after her. "I will tell you your task, but not here."

Neo followed. His eyes stayed fixed on the rear of the woman in front of him. Beatrix’s ass was as big as Sai’s—round, heavy, and moving with a slow, deliberate roll that the maid uniform did nothing to hide. The fabric stretched tight across each cheek with every step.

She led him into a small side room that held only one bed in the middle. Beatrix pointed at it.

"This is your bed, Neo. You will be responsible for guarding the drug factory together with a married couple."

Neo’s eyes widened slightly. "A whole factory guarded by only three people?"

Beatrix nodded. "Master Zod prefers quality over quantity. The most important thing is that he does not want snitchers. A small number is easy to control."

Neo nodded. The strategy made sense. He had already planned to work with a small number of people himself.

"I agree," he said.

Beatrix grinned. "Yes, then it is good. As for the couple, you will meet them this evening when they come back from guarding the factory."

Neo nodded again and asked her how strong they were.

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