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Gabriel nodded. ”Follow me.”

She led Neo down the short hall to her bedroom. The door swung open under her hand. She guided him to the edge of the wide king-sized bed and pressed him down onto his back. The mattress sank under his weight. Behind them the other four women stepped inside, shut the door, and began stripping without a word. Clothes dropped to the floor in soft piles—boots, belts, light armor, underthings.

Gabriel pulled her own uniform off in one smooth motion. Bare skin glowed under the low light. Full breasts, narrow waist, thick thighs, and a heavy round ass that shifted when she climbed onto the bed. She straddled Neo’s hips, settling her weight on him. His cock lay hard and thick between them, twelve full inches, veins standing out along the shaft. She looked down at his face, saw the tight set of his jaw, and understood. This time she had to take him herself.

She gritted her teeth, lifted her hips just enough, and lined the blunt head against her entrance. Slow pressure. A thin trail of blood ran down the inside of one thick thigh as she lowered herself. Inch by inch the stretch burned. She kept going until every last inch disappeared inside her. Her walls clamped down in tight, rhythmic pulses around him. Neo felt the heat and the squeeze, the way her body tried to pull him deeper.

Gabriel bit her lower lip, leaned forward, and kissed him open-mouthed, tongue sliding against his. She started to rock. Up and down. Slow at first, then harder. Her huge ass cheeks rose high and came down with loud, wet claps against his thighs. Blonde hair, now free of its usual tight style, swung around her shoulders with every movement.

The four women stood frozen near the wall. Eyes wide. This was their general—the one who barked orders and kept every secret—now riding Neo like the world was ending. They watched those heavy cheeks bounce and the way her face twisted between pain and something deeper.

Neo’s hands gripped her hips. He could feel every clench, every slide of wet heat along his length. Sweat already beaded on her chest and ran down between her breasts. His own muscles flexed under her—broad shoulders pressed into the sheets, arms corded, legs solid and strong beneath her. She stared down at him and saw all of it: the hard lines of his chest, the thick cock stretching her open, the way his jaw clenched when she took him to the base.

”Fuck... you’re so deep,” she whispered against his mouth.

He came hard inside her, hot pulses flooding her. Energy rushed back through his body at the same time, knitting torn flesh and filling empty reserves.

He flipped her without warning. Gabriel landed on her belly. Neo covered her from behind, chest to her back, and pushed straight into her ass. The tight ring gave way with a wet sound. She gasped. Her insides clenched around him harder than before. He rested his full weight on her, hips driving steady and deep. Sweat slicked both of them. He watched the way her back arched and her ass shook with every thrust. She felt the heavy press of his body, the thick length splitting her open, the heat of his breath on her neck.

He finished again, pulled out, and left her panting on the sheets.

Bilal was next. He turned her onto all fours, blue hair hanging down past her shoulders, tanned skin already flushed. He pushed into her ass in one long stroke. One hand tangled in those blue strands and pulled. Her back arched. Waves of motion rolled across her tanned cheeks every time his hips met them. Slap. Slap. Slap. Neo felt the tight heat gripping him, watched the way her body jolted forward with each thrust. Bilal’s eyes were half-lidded; she could feel every ridge of him dragging inside her, the pull on her hair keeping her head up, the solid strength of the man behind her.

He came deep and stayed there a moment longer before pulling free.

Uriel climbed on without being told. Neo lay back. She sank down onto him, taking the full length in one smooth drop. Her eyes flashed with something sharp—competition, pure and simple. She had watched Gabriel. Now she matched the pace and then pushed harder. Hips slamming down, wet sounds filling the room, her own moans spilling out. Neo’s hands rested on her waist. He felt the strong grip of her walls, the bounce of her body, the way she chased every inch. Uriel looked down at the muscled chest under her hands, the thick cock disappearing inside her, the steady power in his frame. Pride lit her face when he finished inside her. She had given him the same hard ride.

Metatron waited on her knees. Neo sat up. She took him into her mouth, lips stretching around the thick shaft, tongue working along the underside while she hollowed her cheeks. Wet sounds, soft gagging, spit running down. When she finished he lifted her easily, laid her on her belly, and slid into her pussy from behind. Intense, fast thrusts. Her legs rose higher with every stroke until her feet nearly touched the headboard. Neo felt the soft give of her body under him, the way her walls fluttered and clenched. Metatron’s face pressed into the sheets; she could feel the weight of him, the relentless pace, the heat of his skin against hers.

He finished and rose from the bed.

Greenla stood waiting, eyes bright.

”We’ll do it like the river,” Neo said.

She nodded, excited. ”You mean the milk-giving ritual?”

He grinned and answered with action. Both hands slid under her thighs. He lifted her clean off the floor, lined up, and pushed into her pussy in one strong thrust. Her legs locked around him. He held her ass cheeks spread and drove upward while she clung to his shoulders. Sweat ran down his back and arms. Greenla felt the full stretch, the strength in the arms holding her, the thick length buried deep. Her own body answered with tight pulses. Neo came hard, still holding her in the air.

An hour passed like that. Every hole. Every position. Neo moved from one woman to the next without pause, body still feeding on the energy each climax gave him. By the end all five lay asleep across the bed, three on one side of him, two on the other, heads resting on his arms and chest. He felt the last of the damage close. Fully healed.

Morning light cut through the curtains. Neo opened his eyes. The bed was empty. Gabriel was gone. The others were gone. A letter waited on the drawer.

He sat up and read it. Gabriel had left early to supervise something. Support Team 7 was outside for morning exercises. At the bottom of the page a short note in her hand told him to come to her the moment he woke.

Neo folded the letter, slid it into his pocket, and left the room. He walked the quiet halls to her office. She sat at the desk, pen moving across paper.

He cleared his throat.

Gabriel looked up. ”How about you become my secretary? I’ll pay five hundred thousand mana stones an hour, plus benefits. You can enjoy my body whenever you want. We can even use the beach house I keep. Don’t you want that?”

Neo felt the pull of the offer—the money, the open invitation to her body, the quiet promise of more nights like the last one. Something still felt off.

”Why now?” he asked.

Gabriel bit her lip. ”Honestly... I love you. I’m sure every woman in Support Team 7 does. I’m trying to keep you here with us. I could even steal holy water from the main church and give it to you. You’d live as long as we do.”

Neo stayed quiet for a long moment. Family waited for him back home. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a magic scroll, and set it on the desk in front of her.

”You can talk to me and the girls with this. Use it. I’ll claim you in front of the whole angel society once I’m strong enough.”

Gabriel managed a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Neo saw the hurt she tried to hide.

”Talk to me with the scroll,” he said again. ”Until I’m strong enough.”

She nodded. ”One year. Maybe more. Your strength will rise fast enough.”

Her expression brightened a fraction. The plan held. Neo thought of the other four women training outside and the way they might try to keep him. Gabriel read the look on his face.

”Don’t worry. I’ll tell them for you.”

He nodded.

Gabriel opened a drawer, lifted a heavy bag, and walked around the desk. She pressed it into his hands.

”These are your mana stones for hunting all those demons.”

Neo stored the bag in his inventory. His eyes widened when the count settled—twenty-five million mana stones. He pulled her into a tight hug.