Chapter 269

Chapter 269: 269

Neo pulled free of the younger queen just long enough for her mother to speak. Cos’s voice was low and amused, her massive purple body still flushed from watching.

"Seems you got permission from my daughter. If she hadn’t accepted you, I’d have eaten these."

Neo looked down at her. Broad shoulders squared, thick arms corded with muscle, legs planted firm. "Don’t worry, Great Queen. I always ask first."

He lined up with Cos’s open mouth and slid in to the hilt. No gag. The wet *glck-glck-glck* filled the quiet room as he held her white hair and fucked her throat in short, deep strokes. Cos’s eyes watered but stayed locked on his face. She felt the heavy weight of him stretching her throat, the heat of his skin, the way his hips flexed with power. Neo watched her lips stretch around his cock, felt the tight squeeze every time he pushed deeper, and came straight down her throat with a low grunt.

He pulled out. The wet sound was loud. Cos licked her lips, tasting him.

Neo turned her, parted those massive purple cheeks, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her asshole. Using his weight he sank in until his chest was flush against her back. He bit her ear.

"I’m going to make you my bitch."

She pushed back onto him at once, voice rough. "Please. I’ve been dying for some real dick."

Behind them the younger queen—Cis—watched, half-sprawled on the floor, legs still open, purple skin shining with sweat. She muttered, "As expected. Even old, you’re still the selfish daughter I raised."

Cos draped herself over Neo’s back, arms around his hard torso, helping push him deeper into Cis while she licked the shell of his ear. "You’re the best man who’s ever fucked me and my daughter."

Neo finished inside Cis, pulled out, and turned fully to Cos. Same face, white hair, even bigger ass. He lifted her in a princess carry—his muscled arms showing no strain—and carried her straight into the war room. Maps and orders still littered the long table. He set her on it, climbed up after her, and turned her onto her back. Papers stuck to their sweaty skin as he spread her thick thighs and pushed into her pussy in one slow stroke.

Cos cursed under her breath. "It’s been a while... especially something this size."

Neo hooked her legs higher, hands gripping the soft flesh of her hips, and kept a steady, deep rhythm. Cos locked her ankles behind his back and moved with him. She felt every thick inch spreading her open, the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest and the way his broad shoulders blocked the light above her. Neo watched her heavy breasts bounce with each thrust, felt the wet grip of her walls, smelled the mix of sex and old paper.

"Keep fucking me like this and I can pull some strings. Make you a general."

Neo laughed once, slapped her ass hard enough to echo, and didn’t slow. "A general just because I fucked your lonely pussy? Poor thing. Don’t worry—I’ll comfort you with my dick."

He lifted her off the table, laid her on the floor, and parted those massive purple cheeks again. This time he pressed into her ass. The tight heat made him clench his teeth. Cos laughed up at him, eyes bright.

"Which is better—me or my daughter?"

He bit her ear. "You. By a wide margin."

She sighed, pure smug pride. "Good. You should have seen me when I was young."

"Shame I wasn’t born earlier."

Neo held her head and chased his pleasure. Somewhere in the middle of it he thought, *I wish I could stay. Sex in the Demon world is incredible... but I’ve got a harem waiting at home.*

Cos touched his face. "What are you thinking?"

His expression smoothed. "Nothing."

He slid one arm under her, the other around her back, and hugged her close while he kept thrusting. Cos’s eyes rolled. She drilled her heels into the floor and came hard around him, ass stretched wide on his cock, a broken moan tearing from her throat.

An hour passed like that. Neo fucked both of them without rest—switching between mouths, pussies, and asses, the wet sounds of skin and the sharp *slap-slap-slap* of his hips filling the war room. Cis and Cos took turns under him, bodies shining, purple skin marked by his hands. Neo’s muscled legs and arms flexed with every movement; sweat ran down the hard lines of his back and chest. The women watched him the same way—hungry, focused on the thick cock that never seemed to soften, the way his broad shoulders blocked the ceiling, the heat of his skin when he pressed them down.

Finally Neo sat on the edge of the royal table. Cis and Cos knelt naked under it, white hair messy, faces flushed. Their tongues worked his cock and balls together—slow, wet, greedy. The soft *schlick* of their mouths mixed with quiet moans.

Neo stopped for a second, hand resting on Cos’s head. "Stop the order of that demon general. He’s attacking the Nyx Forest. Change the direction of the demon army toward another place. Stop any future attacks on Nyx town."

He didn’t want to fight a huge continental-sized army while his village was still in the growing phase. He also didn’t want to stop the war itself. He wasn’t picking any side between the angels and the demons. He just needed Nyx left alone.

Cis kept slurping, the wet sound loud under the table. She pulled off just long enough to answer, voice thick. "Alright."

Then she went right back to sucking him the best she could, tongue swirling, lips tight. Cos joined her, both of them working in rhythm until Neo’s hips jerked. He came hard, painting their faces and tongues. Afterward he slapped their faces lightly—just enough to make them look up—and cleaned himself with a scrap of map paper.

Neo stood, gathered his clothes, and teleported.

He appeared just outside Nyx Castle. First he cleaned the last of the sweat and come from his skin, then pulled on his clothes. The familiar weight of the spear settled across his back. He walked through the gates and into the throne room. The stone floor was cool under his boots. On the throne he sat and checked his inventory. Quest completion rewards waited there—bright icons pulsing after the hour that had passed.

*This must be the queen sending the order for the demon general to change his target,* he thought. *Just like that.*

Neo sighed, shoulders relaxing for the first time in hours.

The throne-room doors opened. Martha strode in, spear already in hand, geo energy faintly glowing along the shaft. She stopped in front of him, eyes sharp, body tense with energy.

"I know I’ve become stronger," she said. "I want to spar."

Neo nodded. He stood and followed her out of the throne room, down the corridors, and into the open arena. The sand was still warm from the afternoon sun. They took positions opposite each other, each holding a spear.

Neo charged his with pyro. Flames licked along the metal, heat rolling off in waves. Martha charged hers with geo. Stone and earth energy coiled around the shaft, heavy and solid.

Martha lunged first. Her speed surprised him—faster than before, the tip of her spear cutting the air. Neo twisted aside, the pyro flames trailing. He inspected her as they circled. Every time he had come inside her hadn’t been useless. She had grown stronger. Real strength, not just borrowed power.

Their spears clashed high in the air. Sparks exploded outward—fire meeting stone—filling the arena with bright flashes and a sharp *crack*. A wave of force split the air. Neo pushed. Martha flew backward, slammed into the ground, and coughed blood.

Neo lowered his spear at once. "Sorry."

He rushed to her, pulled a healing potion from his inventory, and helped her drink. Color returned to her face. She wiped her mouth, stood, and raised her spear again.

They kept fighting. Neo held back just enough to teach. He showed her how to shift her weight, how to use the geo charge to anchor instead of only strike, how to read an opponent’s shoulder before the thrust. Each exchange left Martha sharper. Sparks flew every time the spears met. Sand kicked up around their feet. Neo’s muscled arms and legs moved with clean power; Martha’s feminine frame—lean, strong, determined—answered with growing precision.

He transferred every useful technique he could. Footwork. Timing. How to recover after a heavy clash. Martha absorbed it all, breathing hard, eyes locked on him.

They were still moving when Alvina walked into the arena. She stopped at the edge of the sand, arms folded, waiting until the next clash ended.

Mc kept teaching her suddenly Alvina walked to him and asked him did you finish sparing with Martha I’ve something to tell you.