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The dragon queen lifted both her long, powerful legs together. Neo gripped them tight against his chest, the smooth scales of her thighs warm under his calloused hands. She leaned her back fully against him, her thick ass pressing into his hips as he kept driving his thick cock deep into her tight rear. Every thrust forced a wet, lewd *plap-plap-plap* from where their bodies met. Her massive breasts bounced with each hard stroke. Neo’s broad shoulders and muscled arms flexed as he held her steady, his thick thighs burning from the effort of pounding upward into her.

She moaned right into his ear, hot and broken. ”Hnnn—ah! Deeper... just like that...”

Neo felt her inner walls suddenly squeeze and flutter hard around his cock. A gush of her juices spilled down his shaft as she came, her whole body shaking against him. He didn’t slow. He kept thrusting, savoring how tight and hot she still was, how her body kept jumping down onto him with every upward stroke, gravity pulling her deeper onto his length until his heavy balls slapped wetly against her.

He leaned in, lips brushing the pointed tip of her ear, and whispered the words that made her clench even harder.

”What would your people think if they walked in right now? Saw their proud queen like this... sitting on another man’s cock, taking it in the ass like a needy slut.”

The queen’s arms snaked back around his head, fingers sliding into his dark hair. She hugged him from behind, voice thick with lust. ”Yes... I want that. I want everyone to know how good it feels getting fucked by you. I’m your slut. Your queen slut.”

Neo growled low in his throat. He locked both hands on her narrow waist and drove up harder, faster, the wet *schlick-schlick* of his cock plunging in and out of her ass filling the air. Sweat slicked both their bodies. His muscled chest pressed against her scaled back. A few more deep thrusts and his balls tightened. He buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her ass. He stayed locked inside her until the last pulse faded, then slowly pulled out. His cock slipped free with a wet pop, and a heavy stream of his white seed immediately began dripping from her stretched, reddened hole.

He laid her down on the soft ground, parted her thick thighs, and pushed straight into her dripping pussy in one smooth motion. Missionary. Her eyes fluttered. Neo braced himself on his strong arms, broad shoulders looming over her, and started thrusting again. He gripped her soft, heavy thighs hard enough to leave faint marks, watching her massive breasts sway and jiggle with every deep stroke. Her inner walls were still fluttering from her earlier climax, milking him greedily.

He lasted only a short time before pleasure crashed through him again. His muscled legs shook. He drove deep and spilled half his soul inside her fertile heat, filling her womb until it overflowed. When he tried to pull back she locked her strong legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. His cockhead kissed her cervix. The tight ring fluttered against him. Neo groaned and came a third time, hips jerking as more thick cum pumped straight against that sensitive spot. He kept moving even after, slow and deep, both of them dripping sweat. Her ass cheeks were already dark from earlier impacts; now they glowed an even deeper red every time his heavy balls slapped against them.

One final powerful thrust. His cockhead kissed her cervix again. He unloaded everything left inside her with a long, guttural groan.

Her legs finally went weak. She reluctantly unlocked them. Neo pulled free and watched the thick, creamy flood of his cum pour out of her well-used pussy in heavy ropes. He tore a clean strip of fabric from nearby, wiped his glistening cock first, then gently cleaned between her thighs. The queen looked up at him, cheeks flushed, voice soft for once.

”Thank you... Chosen One. When you next meet Goddess Pyra, ask her something for me.”

Neo tilted his head. ”What?”

”What’s wrong with the pyro leylines. Not just pyro—all the elements. They’re chaotic now. Something is broken.”

He nodded once. ”Next time I see her, I’ll ask.”

Her golden eyes dropped to his still-half-hard cock as he tucked it back into his pants. A quiet sigh left her lips. Both of them rose. The queen immediately pressed another heavy bag of high-grade mana stones into his hands.

”For killing the dragon,” she said, chin lifted in that familiar stubborn way. ”I will not let the Chosen One leave empty-handed.”

Neo tried once more. ”This isn’t payment. What we did... that was my gift to you. You’re my woman.”

She only glared hotter, scales along her cheeks darkening. ”Take the stones. Or I will force them on you.”

In the end he accepted the bag. Arguing further would only waste time neither of them had.

Neo left the dragon queen’s territory and returned to the Nyx tribe. He sat on his simple stone throne, still feeling the pleasant ache in his muscles and the lingering scent of the queen on his skin. A soft chime echoed inside his mind. A system window snapped open in front of his eyes. His pupils narrowed as he read the glowing text.

**Quest: Rescue the Witch Child**

The child has fled the Magic Tower. Her adopted mother is the Archmage who rules there. A small town surrounds the tower.

Current location: deep forest, surrounded by lightning wolves.

Time remaining: 8 hours.

Failure: Your death. Everyone’s death. The entire forest dies.

Reward: Copy one random skill from the witch child.

Neo’s throat went dry. He opened the system map at once. A single bright marker pulsed in the heart of the lightning wolf dens—right in the middle of the densest pack territory. He cursed under his breath. No time to prepare. No time to gather allies.

He stood, left the tribe without another word, and activated Torch Man mode. Flames roared across his body. Heat warped the air around him. He shot through the forest like a living comet, trees blurring past, until the air itself began to crackle with ozone and the distant howls of lightning wolves reached his ears.

The moment he crossed into their territory the ground seemed to drop out from under him. He landed hard. Dozens of wolves—more than he had ever seen in one place—charged the instant they scented him. Their eyes glowed an unnatural white-blue. Foam dripped from their jaws. Lightning sparked along their fur.

Neo’s brow furrowed. These beasts normally fled from anything stronger than them. They never rushed a clear superior like this. Something was wrong. He focused and inspected the nearest pack. The system fed him the answer at once: the witch child’s uncontrolled curse was driving every wolf in the area into a berserk frenzy. They were no longer acting on instinct. They were mad.

He opened the enemy filter on his map. Hundreds of red dots swarmed in tight, endless circles around a single central point—yet none of them closed in on that point. The child was somehow holding them at bay, or the curse itself forbade them from touching her.

Neo didn’t waste another second. Flames exploded from his fists and feet. He tore straight through the pack, burning a path of blackened corpses and scorched earth. Lightning bolts cracked against his barrier and fizzled. Wolves leaped; he met them with fire-wreathed punches that turned flesh to ash. The air filled with the stench of burnt fur and ozone. He never slowed.

At last the trees opened into a wide, trampled clearing. In the exact center stood a crude throne built entirely of twisted wood and bone. A small figure sat upon it, legs dangling, shoulders tense. Lightning wolves raced in endless loops around the throne, howling, never once stepping closer than a fixed invisible line.

Neo’s heart clenched at the sight of the child—so small against that rough seat, yet radiating enough raw power to keep an entire den of mad beasts at bay.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted across the clearing.

”Come back toward your home!”

The child’s head snapped up. Her voice, high and fierce, rang back without hesitation.

”No! I want to leave that tight controlling space! And most importantly... I refuse and I would stay here to dream!”