Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!

Neo counted the mana stones left in his pouch one last time. The number was smaller than he liked, but it was enough. He shoved the pouch closed, stood up from the dusty crate he had been sitting on, and headed straight for the commercial street. There was no time to waste. He needed a shop, tools, and a way to start earning again. Blacksmithing felt right. He could fix gear, sell simple weapons, recover the money he had lost, and talk to every adventurer who walked through the door. Information was almost as valuable as coin right now.

He found a narrow empty storefront between a general goods stall and a potion seller. The rent was cheap because the previous owner had left in a hurry. Neo paid the deposit, signed the papers, and walked inside. The place smelled of old wood and metal dust. He spent the rest of his remaining stones on an anvil, a basic forge setup, hammers, tongs, and a few bars of common iron. By the time the sun started to drop, the shop was his.

He stepped back and looked around. Everything was ready. He wiped his hands on his apron, walked outside, and wrote the prices on a wooden board in clear letters. Then he stopped. Before he opened for real, he needed to know what the competition charged. Neo locked the door and walked the street, checking every blacksmith shop he passed.

Fixing a regular sword cost one thousand mana stones. Buying a new one started at ten thousand. Higher-grade work cost even more. The numbers stayed the same from shop to shop. Across the street from his new place sat a famous blacksmith whose forge was packed with customers. Adventurers waited in a line that stretched past the doorway. Neo watched for a moment and grinned. All those people standing there were free advertising if he played it right.

He returned to his own shop, spent the last of his stones on a basic blacksmith skill crystal, and crushed it in his hand. Knowledge flooded in. He spent the evening practicing on scrap metal, hammering, heating, folding, until the skill level climbed. When he was satisfied, he went back outside and rewrote the board. Every price was cut in half. The lowest he could go without losing money.

The next morning a shadow filled the doorway. A minotaur girl stood there holding a broken axe. She was tall and thick, with wide hips, heavy breasts that strained her leather top, and a strong tail that flicked behind her. Two short horns curved from her forehead. Her brown skin looked warm under the light. She looked at Neo and said she needed the axe fixed.

Neo told her the price and asked for payment in advance. The girl went quiet. She shifted her weight and muttered that she had been hoping to take it on debt. Every other blacksmith in town refused that kind of deal. She had seen the new shop open and decided to test her luck. Neo looked her over slowly, eyes moving across the thick thighs and the full curves of her chest. He smacked his lips once and said sure, debt was fine. The girl sighed and nodded.

Neo closed the front door and locked it. He led her to the small back room where a simple bed sat against the wall. She stripped without being told, laying her clothes on a chair. Her body was soft and solid at the same time, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a soft stomach, and a thick, powerful lower half. Neo pulled off his own shirt, showing the broad shoulders and the hard lines of muscle across his chest and arms. His legs were thick from years of work and travel. He climbed onto the bed after her.

The minotaur turned her face to the side and told him to do it fast. Neo nodded. He gripped one of her thick thighs, spreading her open. Her pussy was already wet. He lined the head of his cock against her entrance and pushed in slow. The heat and tightness pulled a low groan from his throat as he sank all the way in. Her walls squeezed around him in a steady rhythm.

He held both of her thighs and started thrusting. Each stroke was deep and steady. Her massive breasts swayed and clapped together with every impact. Neo watched them bounce and reached up to grab one of her horns, using it for leverage as he drove harder. The head of his cock kissed her cervix on every thrust. The minotaur locked her strong legs behind his back and pulled him deeper, moaning that this was the best sex she had ever had. Neo grinned and kept going.

He flipped her onto her side without pulling out. One thick leg stayed in his grip while he licked across her toes and asked if she was single. She shook her head and said no. She had a fox-man boyfriend, but it was his fault her gear had broken in the first place and he still refused to pay for the repairs. Neo kept thrusting and told her he heard her, that anyone in her spot would feel the same. She looked back at him and said finally someone understood, and that he was better in bed than the fox anyway.

Neo held her waist tight and came deep inside her with a heavy groan. While he stayed buried, he asked if she had heard anything about a witch in the area or someone throwing dangerous spells around. The minotaur slowly opened her legs so he could pull free. Cum leaked out of her as she answered. She had never heard of a witch herself, but there was an old rumor from three years before she arrived in town. A woman had shown up with a strange box. She claimed it could grant any dream for only one hundred mana stones. People would push their hand inside and pull out whatever they wished for. The townsfolk called her a con artist and a witch. They chased her with stones until she fled up the mountain and started living alone. Since then the stories said she stayed up there making curses and throwing them at anyone brave enough to climb after her.

Neo nodded while he cleaned himself and then her. The girl put her clothes back on, thanked him, and said she would come for the axe tomorrow. She left the shop. Neo stood alone for a moment thinking about the story, then shook his head. One tale was not enough. He needed more voices, more details, and that meant more women walking through his door.

He picked up the broken axe and set to work. The blacksmith skill guided his hands. Heat, hammer, fold, quench. Two hours later the blade was not only fixed but stronger. The rarity climbed to epic. Neo grinned at the clear sense of progress.

The rest of the day brought no more customers. The next morning the same minotaur girl returned. Neo handed her the axe. Her eyes went wide when she saw the new quality. She said he must have upgraded it as well as fixed it and that she was afraid she could not pay for both. Neo grinned and told her to consider the upgrade a gift. In return she only needed to find every thick, curvy female adventurer she knew, praise his skill, show them the axe as proof, and make sure they knew he took debt of a certain kind. The minotaur nodded with a matching grin and left the shop.

Neo waited. Three hours passed. Then an elf mage stepped through the doorway holding a staff. She said a friend had recommended the shop and that she wanted the same kind of debt arrangement. Neo grinned, pointed toward the back room, and walked over to lock the front door.