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Neo stood in the quiet chamber, the air thick with the heat of the moment. The Queen bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking over his body. He moved without hesitation. His large hands closed around her head, fingers sliding into her hair as he pulled her down onto her knees. The head of his thick cock pressed against her full lips.

”Please,” he said, voice low and steady. ”A blowjob.”

Her eyes widened. ”No way!”

Neo kept his grip firm but not cruel. ”How about just kissing it? A long kiss.”

She hesitated, teeth still worrying that soft lip. ”After it... would you stop for today?”

He nodded once. ”Yes. For today I would stop.”

The Queen reached up. Her slender fingers wrapped around the heavy shaft, skin warm against the hard heat of him. She leaned in and pressed her plump lips to the broad crown in a slow, lewd kiss. Precum already beaded there, shiny and slick. It coated her mouth, making her lips glisten under the low light. She wondered, almost idly, how Sana would handle a summon like this one in the future. Then she kept kissing, soft wet sounds filling the room—*muak, muak, muak*—each press of her mouth deliberate. Her other hand cupped his heavy balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in her palm.

Neo watched her. Under the simulation’s cover he waited. The second her focus slipped he thrust forward, pushing the thick head past her lips and into the wet heat of her mouth. She jerked, trying to pull back, but his hands locked her head in place. His hips rolled in strong, powerful thrusts. Each one drove more of his cock deeper. Her small mouth stretched wide around the thick shaft. Her beautiful plump lips strained, saliva already shining on them. Color rose in her cheeks until her face burned red. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he kept moving, the wet *gluck* and *schlup* of her throat loud in the quiet room.

He came hard. Hot spurts flooded her mouth. She had no choice—gulp it down or choke. She swallowed, throat working around him, eyes watering harder.

Neo pulled free. Cum still clung to her lips. The Queen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, anger sharp in her voice. ”I didn’t tell you to fuck my mouth.”

She grabbed his cock again, still hard and sensitive, and gave the head a light, sharp bite. The sudden sting shot straight through him. His cock jerked. Another thick jet of cum sprayed across her face, painting her cheeks and lips in messy white streaks.

Neo found a scrap of fabric and cleaned her carefully, wiping the cum from her skin. Then he cleaned himself. Neither spoke much after that. The Queen turned and left for her own chamber. Neo walked the other way, back to the room assigned to him.

Alone, he could not stop remembering the feel of those soft lips, the way they had stretched and shone. In her chamber the Queen sat on the edge of her bed, the taste of him still on her tongue. She remembered the heavy weight of his cock filling her mouth, the way it pulsed when he came, the heat of it sliding down her throat. Her hand slipped between her thighs. Fingers found her wet folds and rubbed in quick, hungry circles until her body tightened and she came with a quiet, shaky breath.

Morning light cut across the room. Sana shook Neo awake. He had slept on the bed near hers.

”We go to the forest,” she said. ”Hunt monsters.”

Neo nodded. A small grin pulled at his mouth. He decided to show off. Dark mana rose around him like smoke. Black armor formed over his broad shoulders, down the hard lines of his arms and the thick muscle of his legs. The aura pressed outward, heavy and cold.

Sana’s eyes went wide. ”This strong aura... you may be as strong as Uncle Hans!”

Neo tilted his head, saying nothing. Sana grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Her grip was firm. She did not slow until the trees closed in around them. Then she stopped and pointed.

An electric-type wolf stood between the trunks. It was different from the thunderwolves he knew—its body almost pure crackling energy, blue-white arcs dancing over its form.

Neo drew a deep breath. Vein Pinning activated. Stone walls rose in a tight circle, sealing the creature in and crushing it under the weight of rock until it shattered into fading sparks.

A knight in black armor stepped out from the deeper trees. One hand held a severed head by the hair. The other gripped a thin black sword. Sana’s face went pale.

”Uncle Hans? What’s wrong? Why did you kill the guards who watched me in secret?”

Hans lifted his helmet. Purple neon light glowed in his eyes. ”Sorry, princess. The demon simply gave me an irresistible offer.”

Neo pushed Sana behind him and stepped forward. Energy from both sources mixed along the blade of his sword—half of one power, half of the other. He swung with everything he had.

Hans grinned and settled into a stance. His swordsmanship met Neo’s blow and began to press back, steady and skilled. Even with the demon’s gift the pressure grew. Hans grit his teeth, pulled a small pill from his armor, and swallowed it. Neo knew that pill. The same demonification drug from his old world.

Hans’s body swelled. Muscle packed onto muscle. His height climbed. Power flooded his veins until they stood out dark under the skin. He dropped into a low stance, legs coiled, then shot forward like an arrow. His hand locked around Neo’s throat. With raw strength he hurled Neo through a line of trees. Trunks cracked and toppled.

Hans turned toward Sana. Neo cursed, speed skill flaring. He appeared between them in a blur. Natural Embrace energy coated his blade. The next swing cut deep into Hans’s side. Blood welled, but the wound was not enough to drop him. Neo kept moving—footwork tight, every technique he knew flowing into the next slash. Cuts opened across Hans’s arms and chest.

Cornered, Hans rushed in. His sword found joints and knees, carving deep. Neo blocked what he could, but too many strikes landed. His legs gave. He dropped to one knee, blood running freely from the wounds.

Hans raised his sword high above his head. Demonic energy poured into the blade until the steel glowed dark. The same power wrapped his entire body. He laughed, the sound harsh and loud.

”Look at this demonic power. The same effort I would spend in years to get stronger using mana—I could spend it in hours to get stronger faster.”