Chapter 222
Neo hit the ground hard, the impact jarring through his bones. Fire still clung to his skin in patches, eating at him with a heat that felt wrong—too sharp, too deep. He forced himself up at once, muscles locking as he stood. The damage was worse than it should have been. Even for him. He stared at the dark archmage across the ruined chamber and felt the question form clear and cold in his mind. Did her body amplify what hit her and throw it back stronger? Reflection and growth together. That would explain the burn that still throbbed under his ribs.
He did not waste time. His mind raced through the skills he carried. One rose to the surface. Slippery Ground. He triggered it without hesitation. The stone beneath her feet turned slick as oil. Her balance broke. She pitched forward and slammed face-first into the floor with a heavy thud.
Neo moved in the same breath. Dark Monarch mode flooded through him. Shadows thickened around his frame. He pulled darkness mana into solid blocks, dense and cold, and fed them straight into his core. Mana poured until the core strained. He shaped nine perfect spheres, each the same size as the main one. Then he set them spinning. The nine orbs whipped around the central core in tight, furious orbits, a dark atom of pure power. The air around him grew heavy. Black light bled from his skin.
He charged.
The Sword of Nothingness formed in his hand, blacker than before, edges so sharp they seemed to cut the light itself. Sinister energy crawled along the blade. Neo closed the distance in three long strides, broad shoulders set, powerful legs driving him forward. He swung in a single clean arc.
The sword took her head clean off.
Her head flew. Eyes wide, still conscious for one last second. Even as a dark archmage with high resistance, she could not understand how he had overwhelmed her. The thought died with her. Her eyes closed. She was gone.
Neo’s knees hit the stone. Exhaustion crashed over him. A notification pulsed at the edge of his vision—quest complete, rewards waiting in his inventory. He ignored it for now.
"Zita. Delta. Come out."
The two women stepped from the shadows where he had kept them safe. Neo pulled healing potions from his inventory and drank one after another. Warmth flooded his limbs. Strength returned. He rose to his feet, solid again.
His gaze locked on Delta. He grabbed her wrist and turned her, pushing her down onto all fours. Rope came free with a quick tug. He slapped one of her huge, fair ass cheeks hard enough to make the flesh jiggle and pink.
"I’ve already fucked Zita," he said, voice low and rough. "Now your turn."
Delta nodded, swaying her thick, tempting rear back toward him. Her voice came soft and eager. "Please... enter me here."
Neo freed his cock. It hung heavy and thick, veins standing out along the shaft, already hard from the fight’s leftover heat. He spread her massive ass cheeks with both hands, exposing the tight ring of her asshole. He pressed the swollen head against it and pushed. The tip sank in. He leaned his weight forward, burying the long, thick length inch by inch. Her walls stretched wide around him. When his balls finally slapped against her soft flesh he could go no deeper. A low groan tore from his throat. The tight heat gripped him like a living thing, her inner walls stretched thin around his girth, speared open and pulsing.
From Neo’s side the view was pure heat—her pale, generous ass spread wide under his hands, the way her rim clung and stretched around his veined cock, the faint sheen of her juices already coating him. His own body felt massive over hers: broad shoulders blocking the light, muscular arms braced, strong legs planted wide as he held her pinned.
Delta felt every inch. The man behind her was all hard muscle and power—thick thighs pressing against the backs of hers, heavy cock forcing her open, the heat of him rolling off his skin. She could feel the veins throb inside her, the molten pulse of him beating against her walls. Her body clenched hard in answer, greedy and tight.
Neo did not give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, then again, speed climbing fast. His hips blurred. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the chamber—*slap-slap-slap*—mixed with the slick *schlick* of her juices coating his shaft. He watched his cock disappear into her, shiny and dripping, then reappear thicker with her slick. Every thrust punched the deepest spot inside her. He spread her cheeks wider to watch her rim cling and milk him without mercy.
He slapped her ass again, hard, leaving a red handprint that jiggled. He gripped her waist, pinning her under his weight, and fucked her deeper still. His hips glued to hers on every bottom-out. One hand tangled in her hair and yanked her head back. Another sharp slap cracked across her cheek.
"Tell me, you little greedy needy bitch," he growled. "Who is your master?"
Delta arched hard, pushing her ass back to meet every brutal thrust. The meaty clap of their bodies and the wet grind of him inside her echoed off the walls. "You—ah—you are, Master!"
Neo’s rhythm stayed punishing. He slapped her once more, held her hips in a bruising grip, and unloaded deep inside her. Thick pulses of cum flooded her ass. He stayed buried until the last spurt faded, then pulled free with a wet sound. Her well-used hole fluttered and leaked. He wiped her clean with a scrap of fabric, careful but thorough, then helped her back into her clothes.
Zita stood nearby, watching with calm eyes. Neo looked at both of them—his two new women, flushed and marked—and made the decision without further delay. He teleported the three of them out of the dungeon in one clean jump. Fresh air and open sky replaced the stone walls.
"Come work as my maids," he said simply.
They both nodded.
Another teleport carried them straight into Nyx Castle. Neo strode through the halls until he found Lin.
"These two are new maids," he told her. "Take care of them."
Lin inclined her head. "As you wish."
Neo left them and climbed the steps to his throne. He sat. The moment his weight settled into the seat a quest notification flared bright in his vision. His eyes widened. He sighed, long and tired. The curse never rested. The second his ass touched the throne, another demand arrived.
No helping it. He opened the quest and read.
His eyes widened again at the sheer absurdity of it.
Quest: the lord of Vandis town is a secret demon do your best to find a chance and kill him before he succeeded in his plan turning all the town resident to demonic minions!
Time remaining: there is no time remaining but if host took too much time then the quest would be automatically failed.
Failure: your death and everyone death and the death of the whole forest.
Rewards: metal body. Host would be able to turn his skin into metal skin and would be able to cover his whole body thus increasing his defence skill and being able to tank more attacks.