Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!

Neo sat at the long wooden table in the manor’s dining hall, the scent of roasted meat and warm bread filling the air. Across from him, Nara shifted in her seat, her cheeks still flushed from what had just happened under the table. His fingers had been deep inside her only moments earlier, slick and moving with steady pressure until her thighs had clamped tight and her body had jolted through several sharp, quiet orgasms. He had pulled his hand free, brought those glistening fingers up in front of her face, and slowly licked them clean while holding her gaze.

”Tastes delicious,” he murmured, low enough that only she could hear.

Mark, her husband, glanced over with mild concern. ”Nara, is everything all right?”

Nara’s eyes widened. She hurriedly yanked her pants back up, shoved Neo’s hand away under the table, and leaned in close. Her voice came out in a tight, low hiss. ”We will talk later.” The glare she shot him was sharp, but the heat still lingering in her face undercut the anger.

Neo simply nodded. The three of them returned to their meal, the conversation light and ordinary on the surface. Plates clinked. Mark spoke about some minor estate matter. Nara kept her eyes on her food, though every few seconds her gaze flicked toward Neo and then away again.

Before Nara could rise and approach him, Beatrix appeared at Neo’s side. The servant woman stood straight, her expression unreadable. ”My master Zod ordered me to test you.”

Neo looked up, wiping his mouth with a napkin. ”What kind of test?”

”Follow me to the open bath.”

His brows rose. ”You have an open bath?”

Beatrix did not answer. She simply turned and walked away. Neo stood, curiosity outweighing caution, and followed.

He had barely taken three steps down the corridor when a hand seized his wrist and yanked him sideways into a narrow side passage. Nara shoved him against the wall, her face close, eyes blazing.

”Why did you keep pushing your fingers into my pussy?” she demanded in a fierce whisper.

Neo smiled, slow and easy. ”Because I know you enjoyed it. I can see a woman who isn’t satisfied by her husband.”

Nara’s face went redder. She opened her mouth, closed it, then snapped, ”You don’t know anything!”

”Really?” Neo’s hand moved. He freed his cock from his trousers. The thick length sprang free, twelve full inches of heavy, veined flesh already throbbing hard. It hung heavy between them, the head flushed dark. ”Look at this. It got this way because of you walking around in those tight pants. Tell me honestly—whose idea was that outfit?”

Nara’s eyes locked on the thick shaft. Her lips parted. For a moment she simply stared, the size of it clearly overwhelming her. Compared to Mark’s two-inch length, this was something else entirely—long, girthy, the kind of cock that would stretch a woman open and keep stretching her.

She bit her lower lip hard. ”It was my husband’s idea.”

Neo nodded once. ”Then you can go. I’ll talk with Mark later.”

Nara’s jaw tightened. She shot him one last angry look, voice low and sharp. ”This isn’t over.” Then she spun on her heel and stormed off down the passage. Neo watched the tight sway of her ass as she disappeared around the corner, the fabric of her pants hugging every curve.

Only then did he remember Beatrix’s order. He adjusted himself, tucked his cock away as best he could, and headed for the open bath.

He walked at an easy pace, shoulders loose, until he reached the heavy wooden door. He pushed it open—

—and five knives came flying straight at his face.

Neo’s eyes widened. He cursed and threw himself sideways. The blades whistled past, embedding in the wall behind him with sharp thunks. In the center of the tiled bath chamber stood Beatrix, dressed in tight black ninja clothes that clung to her lean frame. More knives spun between her fingers. She flung them without pause.

Neo teleported—short, sharp jumps of space—snatching the nearest blades out of the air and sending them clattering into the far corner. But each dodge cost him. The knives came faster. He felt the drain on his strength almost immediately.

He ripped open his inventory mid-roll, downed three healing potions in rapid succession, and felt the exhaustion ease. Still the knives kept coming—dozens of them, flashing silver under the lantern light. Beatrix’s hands never stopped. Her speed was brutal.

Neo’s lungs burned. He couldn’t keep this up forever. His eyes landed on a bar of soap near the edge of the bathing pool. He lunged, coated the soap in dense mana, and hurled it. Beatrix twisted aside with ease—but Neo snapped his will and accelerated the soap mid-flight. It curved hard and cracked against the back of her skull.

She staggered. Neo seized a full bucket of water and flung it across the tiles at her feet. Water sheeted over the smooth floor. Beatrix’s boots slipped. In that half-second of imbalance Neo charged, pulling an unbreakable rope from his inventory. He whipped it around her wrists and torso, yanking hard. She hit the wet floor with a sharp grunt.

He jumped on her, trying to pin her down. Beatrix twisted like a snake, muscles coiling, and tore free of the rope’s first binding. Knives appeared in her hands again—more than he could count—and she launched them in a continuous storm. Neo barely stayed ahead, teleporting in short bursts, the blades sparking off stone and wood around him.

He saw her knife bite into the unbreakable rope. The blade shattered on contact, metal fragments scattering. Beatrix rose in one smooth motion and came after him, feet sure even on the slick tiles.

Neo ran. The changing area was small, the walls close. Beatrix used every surface—springing from wall to wall, running along the ceiling beams, knives flashing from impossible angles. He realized with cold clarity that if he stayed here she would eventually pin him. Two choices remained: bolt into the hallway half-naked under a towel, or cross into the women’s section of the baths.

He chose the women’s side.

At that same moment Nara stood under a warm cascade of water in the women’s bathing chamber, completely naked. Soap ran down the soft curves of her breasts, the gentle swell of her stomach, the full shape of her hips and thighs. She still felt the ghost of Neo’s thick fingers inside her, the way they had curled and pressed until she came again and again. Worse, the image of that twelve-inch cock would not leave her mind—heavy, veined, the head flared and dark. Her husband had never filled her like that. Mark’s tiny length barely registered. Neo’s would ruin her.

A sudden sound of rapid footsteps snapped her out of the memory. Nara snatched up the short sword she always kept within reach—even in the bath—and dropped into a ready stance, water streaming off her bare skin. After the last bad experience she had sworn never to be caught unarmed again.

The door slammed open. Neo burst in, breathing hard, a thin towel barely clinging to his hips. Right behind him came Beatrix in her ninja garb, knives already flying.

Neo’s eyes locked on Nara’s naked body—the full, soft breasts, the wet sheen on her skin, the neat triangle between her thighs—and his cock surged fully hard under the towel. The fabric slipped. The twelve-inch length sprang free, thick and upright, the head already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Nara’s eyes went huge. The same massive cock she had stared at only minutes earlier now stood rigid in front of her, veins standing out along the shaft, the heavy balls drawn tight underneath.

Rage flared across her face. Green mana erupted along her sword until the entire blade glowed bright and fierce. She swung hard at Beatrix.

Beatrix leapt high, the slash cutting only air, and flicked a knife toward Nara’s throat. Neo reacted instantly—he grabbed Nara around the waist and yanked her clear. The blade sparked off the wall. For one heartbeat his thick, burning-hot cock pressed flush against the soft curve of her bare ass.

Nara tore free of him with a sharp snarl. ”Don’t touch me!”

But the heat of that long, heavy shaft against her skin lingered.

Beatrix gave them no time. Neo met Nara’s eyes. ”We work together.”

She gave a tight nod.

Neo summoned his spear, flooding the weapon with pyro mana until the tip burned white-hot. Nara stayed close, sword ready. He handled the long range—spear thrusts and controlled bursts of flame that forced Beatrix to keep moving. Nara covered the close space, her glowing blade turning aside knives and cutting off angles of attack. The fight dragged on. Sweat ran down Neo’s bare chest and the hard planes of his stomach. His broad shoulders flexed with every throw. Muscled arms and powerful legs drove him forward again and again. Beatrix’s perfect rhythm began to fray. Her throws lost their deadly precision; a few knives clattered wide.

Neo pressed harder, never giving her room to reset. Beatrix suddenly grinned. She flung ten knives high into the air and whispered a spell so fast the words blurred. The blades hovered, then locked onto Neo and streaked after him like hunting hawks.

He ran, teleporting in short hops, while Nara threw herself at Beatrix to keep the woman occupied. Fatigue dragged at Nara’s limbs. Her foot slipped on the wet tile. Beatrix’s boot cracked against the side of her head. Nara went down hard.

Beatrix spun and sprinted after Neo.

Neo’s teeth clenched. He cursed under his breath and forced the dark monarch mode to rise. Black energy flooded his limbs. He pulled one hundred darkness mana blocks from his inventory, drained every one of them in a single surge, and charged.

He hit Beatrix with a storm of strikes—different angles, different speeds, different targets every time. Fist, elbow, knee, spear butt. He never repeated a pattern. Her ninja clothes tore under the relentless assault, fabric ripping away in long strips until only ragged scraps remained, clinging to her sweat-slick skin.

Beatrix’s chest heaved. She stopped fighting and looked at him with clear, assessing eyes.

”You passed the test.”