**Neo pushed the elf mage forward onto all fours on the bed, her pale curves on full display.** Her massive, round ass rose high, fair skin soft and full, the cheeks jiggling with every small shift. He gripped her hips hard, lined up his thick cock, and thrust deep into her tight, wet heat in one smooth stroke.
Her walls clamped around him instantly—hot, slick, and squeezing. Neo groaned low, feeling every inch sink in as her ass rippled from the force. He reached forward, wrapped her long blond hair around his fist, and pulled back just enough to arch her spine. Her pointed ears twitched. From behind he watched her body take him: the way her huge ass bounced and shuddered with each hard thrust, the flush spreading over her skin, the way her tits swayed underneath.
He liked this new job. The thought hit him clean while he drove into her. Repair work paid, and the perks were better than any dungeon run.
Neo slapped her fair, heavy ass. The sound cracked sharp—*smack*—and a red handprint bloomed across the pale cheek. Her flesh rippled outward. She moaned, pushing back into him.
He leaned over, still buried deep, grabbed her shoulder, and kissed her cheek. "Got a boyfriend?"
She nodded, holding up one finger. "Husband. He said he can’t afford the staff repairs. Told me to take a debt or figure it out somehow."
Neo grinned and thrust harder, enjoying how tight she stayed around him. Her insides gripped and fluttered with every stroke. "Who’s better—me or your husband?"
He let go of her shoulders. She dropped forward onto her hands, ass still raised. "It’s you!" she gasped, slamming her hips back onto his cock. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Neo spanked her again—*smack*—watching the red mark deepen. The scent of her arousal mixed with the clean smell of her hair. He kept pounding, hips snapping, her massive ass bouncing and rippling under every impact.
He felt her clench hard around him as she came, walls pulsing. Neo followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick pulses of cum. He stayed locked deep for a few long seconds, feeling her squeeze every drop.
When he finally pulled out, a slow trickle of his seed ran down her thigh. The elf mage stood carefully, pulled her clothes back on, and sat on the edge of the bed. She shifted, wincing a little—her ass was sore from how hard and thick he’d been inside her.
Neo wiped himself off and asked the same question he’d put to the minotaur girl earlier. "Any witches or someone around throwing curses?"
She thought for a moment. "There was a rumor three years ago, but that one felt baseless—probably a kid’s made-up story. The real one was about ten years back. A whole house of witches got found in the capital. They caught almost all of them. Only the leader escaped. Still hiding somewhere in the crowd, from what I heard."
Neo nodded. "Staff will be ready tomorrow. Come pick it up then."
She stood and started for the door. He added the same line he’d given the minotaur: "Spread the word if you liked the service."
She nodded again and moved to leave. Neo stepped after her quickly. "Hold up. How about a spar? Been a while since I fought anyone. I used to be an adventurer."
The mage paused, then gave a small smile. "That’s the least I can do. I’d enjoy the practice too. Been wanting a real partner."
They walked out to the backyard behind the shop. Neo faced her across the open dirt. She raised her staff. Hydro energy gathered at the tip, swirling blue and bright, then fired a sharp beam straight at him.
Neo coated himself in a thin film of TBATE energy and charged. She sidestepped clean. Both her free palm and the staff lit up; twin streams of hydro energy shot out, met in the middle, and fused into one thick, roaring beam.
His reaction speed saved most of him—he twisted aside—but the edge still clipped his shoulder hard. Pain flared. Neo cursed, dropped into Torch Man mode, flames licking across his body, and fired a dense beam of pure pyro energy back at her.
The two beams collided mid-air with a deep *whoom*. Hydro and pyro pushed against each other, neither giving ground for long seconds. Heat and steam hissed. Finally Neo’s pyro overpowered hers. The mage was already moving—she clapped both hands together. Two walls of dense hydro mana slammed shut around Neo like a trap.
Water closed over his head, pressure building, trying to choke him. He held his breath, lungs burning. The mage focused a tight ball of hydro mana around his skull, squeezing. Neo grinned through it, ignited the thrusters in Torch Man mode, and blasted upward. Once he gained distance the water construct shattered—she lost the link.
He hovered high above her, looking down. The sun sat bright behind him. An idea clicked. He climbed higher, higher, until the capital shrank to a distant dot below. Then he reached for the skill that let him drain mana straight from the sun itself. Raw solar energy poured into his chest, forming a second core—another dense pyro engine right beside his first.
With both cores burning he ignited pyro thrusters from his feet and dove.
Below, the elf mage stood waiting, scanning the sky. She finally looked up. For one heartbeat she saw two suns. Then she understood—Neo was the second one, screaming down toward her.
At the right range he opened his palm. A thick, roaring beam of pyro energy lanced out and caught her full-force. The impact hurled her backward. She crashed through the backyard fence in a spray of wood and dirt.
Neo cut the thrusters, dropped, and hit the ground running. He reached her as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. He offered his hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet.
"How about that move?" he asked.
She brushed dust off her ruined robe and nodded. "It’s a great move. Why don’t you become an adventurer again?"
Neo went still for a second. Old memories surfaced—Zita and Delta, long days on the road, fights that felt like they would never end. He wondered, briefly, if they were still alright out there. Then he shook it off. "I work as a blacksmith now. The pay’s good."
She accepted that with a quiet nod.
Neo reached into his inventory, pulled out a brand-new mage robe, and held it out. "My fault I wrecked your clothes. Use this."
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