Chapter 230

Neo turned to the lumberjack standing in the corner of the simple wooden bedroom. "My name is Neo. I could go longer."

Sunshine’s eyes widened as she looked at him. Her voice came out soft, almost unsure. "How much longer do you mean?"

Neo reached out and patted her head gently, his large hand covering the top of her blonde hair. "Sixteen hours. The other eight are for sleeping. You’ll need it."

Sunshine’s heart skipped. Sixteen hours. An entire day spent under him, being filled, used, and then only enough rest to do it all again the next day. She remembered the deal they had already made. She needed to maximize every chance she had. Her husband wanted a child from a real hero. This was the only way.

"I want the sixteen hours," she said. Her cheeks were already pink. "As for the house... I’m sure my husband can take a week off and keep the place clean."

The lumberjack nodded without hesitation. Raising the child of a living hero was the greatest wish he could imagine. He would handle everything else.

Neo took Sunshine’s hand. His fingers closed around hers, warm and firm, and led her toward their bedroom. Once the door shut behind them, he wasted no time. He stripped every piece of clothing from her body until she stood completely naked in front of him. Sunshine turned her face to the side, sudden shyness hitting her hard.

Neo’s voice was calm but heavy with hunger. "Don’t hide. Your body is really great. Even as a hero, I feel lust for it."

Those words sank into her. A real hero—someone who had fought monsters and saved towns—looking at her and wanting her. Her womanly pride flared hot in her chest. She turned back to face him fully.

Neo’s eyes moved over her. Full breasts that still held a soft roundness, a narrow waist that flared into wide hips, smooth thighs that pressed together when she grew nervous. He grabbed a bottle of oil from the side table, poured it into his palms, and spread it across her skin. His hands glided over her shoulders, down her arms, across her breasts, over her stomach, and between her legs until every inch of her shone. Then he leaned down, took one pink nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard. He pulled at it with his tongue and lips as if he could draw milk from her. Sunshine’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his hard shoulders.

He lifted her easily, his muscled arms flexing under her weight, and laid her on the bed in missionary position. He parted her thighs with both hands, gripped her waist, and pulled her closer until her hips met his. From the corner of the room the lumberjack watched in silence.

Neo looked straight at him. "Your wife won’t be available for a full week from now. As for food, my cum has nutrients. It can fill her hunger. She won’t need to defecate or urinate either."

The lumberjack met his wife’s eyes and nodded once.

Sunshine locked her legs behind Neo’s back. Neo pushed forward. His cock—twelve thick inches—pressed against her entrance and then sank in, inch by inch. Sunshine’s pained moan filled the room. Her husband jerked in place. He understood. His own cock was only three inches. Watching something that size disappear inside her was almost too much.

Neo held her waist and began to move. Steady, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak. He spoke over his shoulder to the rest of his harem waiting outside. "I won’t be there for a week."

Then he focused only on Sunshine. Every thrust let him feel the soft walls of her pussy grip him, the folds sliding along his length, the firm texture of her cervix each time the head of his cock kissed it. He memorized the shape of her from the inside.

In the first four hours Sunshine came thirty times. Neo came fifteen. Each time he flooded her, thick ropes of cum pouring deep, yet her belly never swelled. Neo asked the system silently. The answer came back clear: this woman was a natural cum container, just like the slime girl they had met before. She could absorb his seed and grow stronger from it. No bulging. No waste.

By the end of that first stretch Sunshine’s body and face were covered in sweat. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead. She rested her hands on Neo’s hard abs, matching her breathing to the rhythm of his hips. She could see every ridge of muscle on his chest and stomach, the thick veins on his arms, the way his broad shoulders blocked out the ceiling above her. He reached places inside her no one else ever had.

Neo nodded to himself. By the end of the first full day her insides had already reshaped around his cock. The amount of cum she could feel and hold now matched the size of his loads. If her husband ever came inside her again, she would not even notice it.

On the second day Sunshine started moving her own hips. She rolled them up to meet every thrust, chasing the pleasure instead of just taking it. Neo kept the same steady, powerful pace. She moaned louder, asking for more without words. Across the room the lumberjack’s eyes widened. Was this still the quiet wife he had known?

On the third day the lumberjack stepped into the room to check on them. Sunshine shouted at him, voice sharp with frustration. "Why did you interrupt us?!"

Neo shifted her into a mating press, folding her legs back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. He drove deeper. Sunshine pulled his head down and kissed him hard, tongue sliding against his, exchanging spit while she called him "dear" between gasps.

The lumberjack muttered that it was only hallucinations from not eating real food for so long. She did not mean it.

On the fourth day Sunshine took control of the movement. She rode Neo, grinding down on his cock and lifting herself only to drop again. She looked down at the thick shaft stretching her open and spoke without shame. "You’re so much bigger... so much better than my husband..."

Neo’s hands stayed on her waist, guiding her but letting her set the pace. Sweat ran down the valley between her breasts. Her thighs trembled around his hips.

On the fifth day Neo fucked her through the entire house. In their bedroom. On the kitchen table. Across the meeting-room couch. Against the bathroom wall while the lumberjack cleaned the mess of cum that dripped down her thighs and onto the floor. Sunshine’s moans echoed off every surface. Neo’s cock never softened for long. Every time he pulled out, thick white seed poured from her and she only begged him to put it back in.

On the sixth day he had her on the kitchen counter. She wore nothing but a short apron that left her ass and pussy bare. Neo stood between her spread legs, thrusting up into her while she clung to his neck and kissed him with open hunger. She called him "husband" between every wet sound of their bodies meeting.

"Ah... nnnh... deeper... please..."

Neo felt his cock throb harder at the word. He gripped her bare hips, lifted her completely off the counter, and kept fucking her while he walked. He carried her through the house until he found the lumberjack in the garden. Neo greeted the man with a calm nod even as he drove his cock to the deepest point inside Sunshine again and again. The lumberjack’s eyes went wide watching the way his wife’s body accepted every thrust, the way she moaned and clung to Neo like she belonged there.

On the seventh and final day Sunshine appeared in her wedding clothes. The white dress was open at the front so Neo could still reach her. She lay beneath him in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist. What shocked the lumberjack most was the missing wedding ring. In its place a long red rope was tied around Neo’s cock and connected to Sunshine’s finger, binding them together.

Neo thrust deep one last time and came hard, flooding her until the excess spilled out around the base of his shaft. He pulled free with a wet sound, grinning down at her.

Sunshine looked straight at the lumberjack.

"I want a divorce. I’m leaving with Neo."

Neo patted the man’s shoulder once. "Do your best cleaning the house. Sorry for the mess."

Then he teleported with Sunshine toward his Nyx tribe. He did not waste time flying until here.