Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!

Neo stood in the boat as the memory hit him hard. He and Nara had fought the void plan before, shaping the emptiness itself into a weapon. The way the void had formed under their control came back clear and sharp. Without hesitation he pulled on that same power. A dark void ball condensed in his palm, dense and cold. He focused, spreading a thin film of void energy over both hands until the black layer coated his skin like a second glove.

The teleport skill kicked in next. He locked onto the crown still resting in the riverbed and pulled. The artifact vanished from the water and appeared straight in his void-covered hands.

Neo turned the crown over. One red jewel sat in the center, bright and intact. Five empty sockets stared back at him where other jewels should have been. He ignored them on purpose. The last thing he wanted was the system dumping another fetch quest on him.

He shoved the crown into his inventory. The instant the connection between the crown and the river broke, the water changed. Strong waves rose and slammed against the boat. The Golden River that had been still and cursed now thrashed like a living thing.

”May! Get us out of here!” Neo shouted.

May’s face set into a hard, serious line. She nodded once and dug the oars deep. Neo grabbed the other pair and matched her strokes. Their muscles burned as they fought the sudden current. Wave after wave tried to drag them back into the depths, but the two of them refused to give ground. After long, grinding minutes of pure effort they broke free of the worst of it and steered toward the docks.

When the boat finally scraped against the wooden pier the fisherman women were already celebrating. Laughs and cheers rang out across the waterfront. Neo and May climbed out and asked what had happened.

One of the women rushed straight at Neo and planted a firm kiss on his mouth. ”The river curse lifted five minutes ago,” she said, eyes bright. ”Someone fell in by accident. He could still swim. His body never turned gold.”

Neo’s eyes widened. The crown had been the source all along. The pieces clicked into place. He looked around at the gathered women, then spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

”Why don’t we throw a party?”

They nodded at once. Even the cop woman who had stood off to the side earlier now grinned from the corner. Neo walked over, took her wrist, and pulled her into the growing group. She followed, reluctant but not resisting.

Liquor appeared from every direction. Bottles and cups passed from hand to hand. An hour later the entire dock was drunk. Fisherwomen staggered and laughed. The blue-haired cop swayed on her feet. Clothes started coming off in a messy pile. Bare skin flashed under the lantern light as the women jumped at Neo.

He was already naked, his twelve-inch cock hard and heavy in his hand. He grabbed the cop woman from behind, rested one broad hand on her shoulder, and lined himself up. With a single thrust he sank deep into her pussy, stretching her wide. A low groan left his throat at the tight, wet heat.

She threw her head back. Blue hair spilled into his mouth as he held both her shoulders and drove into her again and again. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the night. ”Fuck... so tight,” he growled against her ear. She moaned loud, hips pushing back to take every inch.

Neo came hard, flooding her. When he pulled out, thick white cum leaked down her thighs. He turned, grabbed the nearest fisherwoman, and shoved her onto all fours. Doggy style he buried himself in her in one smooth motion. Her cry mixed with the wet sounds of their bodies meeting. Another woman crawled closer; he took her next, then the next, never stopping.

All night the party continued. Neo’s muscled arms and thick thighs worked without rest. Sweat ran down the hard lines of his chest and the broad set of his shoulders. The women felt every ridge of muscle under their hands as he moved them, flipped them, filled them. From their side he looked like pure power—tall, solid, cock thick enough to leave them shaking. They saw the way his abs flexed with each thrust, the way his jaw clenched when he got close, the way his eyes stayed locked on whoever he was inside.

Dirty words spilled between gasps and wet noises. ”Take it deeper.” ”Look how wet you are for me.” ”Squeeze that cock.” Soft ahhns and sharp cries answered him. Cum filled one pussy after another until every woman on the dock had been used.

By morning the group lay sprawled across the planks. Both holes on most of them leaked thick white trails. May slept soundly right in the middle of the pile. Neo cleaned himself with a rag, pulled his clothes back on, and stood. His job here was finished.

The party had never been only about sex. Whoever had thrown the crown into the river would come looking for payback. These women would be the first targets. Filling them with his strength was the gift he could give them before he left.

Neo shook his head once, cleared the last of the alcohol fog, and ran down the dock road. Torch Man mode ignited around him. Flames wrapped his body as he lifted into the sky and flew hard toward the Nyx tribe. The wind tore past. He pushed until the familiar trees appeared below, then dropped into the backyard.

The mode faded. Neo walked straight to his throne and dropped into the seat. Every muscle ached from the fight with the river and the long night of fucking. He reached for a healing potion, uncorked it, and drank. Eyes closed, he let the liquid work while his mind turned to the crown.

Five jewels still missing. One red jewel alone had been enough to poison an entire river and threaten a continent. What would the full set do? The thought made his eyes snap open.

He sighed. He was still too weak to hunt those jewels. Just holding the incomplete crown already painted a target on his back. Neo rubbed his forehead. The forest itself was in danger. Three mid-sized factions had their eyes on it. If he did nothing they would attack together, and he would face all three at once.

An idea cut through the headache. Gabriel Moree. She was an old angel, a general. She would know the deal between the heroes and the old angels. He trusted her more than anyone else in the angel army. Talking to her came first.

Before he could shape the rest of the plan a quest notification slammed across his vision and blocked everything else.

Ding: currently the angel general Gabriel is locked in a prison inside a demon city after a failed attack. Do your best to infiltrate this mid sized demon city and help her gets out!

Failure: your death and everyone death.

Time remaining 2 weeks.

Rewards: silver tongue: your speech would have a greater time convincing a lot of people to follow your orders and idea and the effect would increase more if they were humans.

Neo gulped reading the quest words especially at the rewards he noticed how the system said if there were humans? Did he predicted he would unite the whole humans on the human continent and he would need this skill?