Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!
Chapter 12.

Chapter 12: 12.

Neo crashed through the underbrush, lungs burning, branches whipping his arms.

Sakura’s shouts chased him through the trees.

He broke into the clearing just as Aunt Luna lunged forward, spear blazing with cold blue mana.

Sakura stood opposite her, a roaring sphere of fire already spinning in her palm, eyes locked and furious.

"Stop!"

Neo roared.

He threw himself between them and shoved hard.

Heat seared one side of his face.

Ice bit the other.

"How the hell did you two meet?

Talk.

Now."

Luna lowered the spear a fraction and pushed damp hair from her flushed face.

"I heard rustling.

Found her hiding in the bushes.

She threatened to kill me if I told anyone she was here."

Neo’s gaze flicked to Sakura.

She stood rigid, chin high, the same arrogant set to her mouth he remembered from years ago.

Something dark and satisfied stirred in him at the way her eyes dropped the moment he stared.

He was training both of them, slowly.

The thought of keeping them—Luna, Sakura, even Martha back home—settled in his chest like a claim.

Stability.

Ownership.

All of them his.

The desire was sharp and selfish.

He wanted it.

He also feared it.

Ask too much and he could lose every one of them.

Be replaced.

The idea made his stomach tighten.

He loved the way they fought for his attention, the way they needed his validation.

But need could turn into dependence, and dependence into quiet resentment.

He was still the broken boy underneath the hard exterior.

He knew it.

He exhaled.

"It’s a misunderstanding.

She didn’t mean it like that."

He laid it out fast and sharp: the chief’s son’s trap set for tomorrow, how it would catch Luna’s patrol and Neo himself.

Every word carried urgency.

Luna’s knuckles went white on the spear shaft.

Her jaw locked.

"My plan is simple," Neo said.

"I get stronger with Sakura’s help.

Then we hit him and end this."

Luna gave a single firm nod.

Sakura stayed a few steps back, arms crossed, and let out a long, heavy sigh.

"You don’t know how he gets stronger, do you?" she asked, a smirk curling one corner of her mouth.

She liked this.

Neo had told *her* first.

He trusted her enough to bring her into the plan.

The superiority over Luna tasted good.

So did the way he defended her even when she was the one causing trouble.

She wanted more than his protection or his body.

She wanted him to want *her*—not the power, not the status.

The childhood scars she had left on him made that hard.

She knew it.

Still, she wanted it.

She hated the tribe men who circled her like she was a prize for the chief’s seat.

They looked at her body and saw a path to power.

Neo looked at her and saw the girl who had once made his life hell.

That honesty was better.

Her pride would clash with his.

She could already feel it.

If she stayed, she would have to bend.

The thought sat heavy and electric at the same time.

Luna shook her head, confused.

Sakura reached up, grabbed one of her own heavy breasts through the thin leopard scraps, and squeezed.

"He gets stronger by making women cum."

Luna’s eyes went wide.

"No time for talking," Neo cut in, voice flat and hard.

"Back to the hut.

Now."

He shrugged out of his coat and draped it over Sakura’s nearly bare body, then led both women through the trees.

The walk was silent.

Tension hung thick between the three of them.

Inside Martha’s hut, Martha’s face lit when she saw Luna.

The smile vanished the second Sakura let the coat drop to the floor.

Neo repeated everything—the ambush, the alliance, the need for power.

Martha’s hand flew to her mouth.

"We should leave the tribe," she whispered.

She had already decided.

If they left, she could have Neo without the eyes of the tribe.

She could be his wife in truth, carry his children, live without fear.

Safety for both of them mattered more than anything.

She knew her son.

He never ran from a fight.

Asking him to flee would make her look weak in his eyes, and she refused that.

Still, fear clawed at her.

Neo’s gaze kept finding Sakura.

The younger woman was dangerous in more ways than one.

Martha could not attack her without looking jealous and small.

Neo would hate that.

So she made a quieter decision.

She would accept whatever arrangement came.

She would simply fight to stay first in his heart.

Neo stepped close and set a hand on her shoulder.

"It’s worse out there.

They’d hunt us as exiles.

We stay.

I get stronger and kill that bastard."

Martha searched his face for a long moment, then nodded.

Some of the fear eased from her eyes.

Luna spoke quietly.

"Sakura and I will stay here."

Neo turned to Sakura.

His voice dropped, low and absolute.

"Come here."

Sakura let the coat fall completely.

The tight leopard scraps clung to her heavy breasts and the full curve of her ass.

She looked defiant.

She also looked ready.

"I need to check you for weapons," Neo said.

His eyes were dark.

"You’re staying in my house.

Hands on the table.

Ass up.

Legs straight."

Sakura hesitated.

The memory of his hand cracking across her ass earlier still burned.

She rubbed the spot once, then obeyed, bending over the table and pushing her hips back.

The position left her completely open.

"Don’t lift your hands off the table," Neo warned, "or I won’t help you."

Sakura’s fingers locked on the wood.

This was a test.

She needed his power.

Nothing came free.

She had to show him the cost.

If he ever learned how much she liked being forced down like this, he might walk away.

She would keep that secret.

The boy she had once tormented was now the one holding the leash.

Shame and dark thrill twisted together in her chest.

She had bullied him.

Now she needed him.

Maybe this was karma.

Martha and Luna were both beautiful.

He could take either of them and leave the tribe if he wanted.

She could not afford to lose him.

She forced her breathing steady and focused on the need instead of the heat already building between her legs.

Neo’s large, warm hand settled on her ass.

He yanked the scrap of cloth up, then dragged it down her thighs until it pooled on the floor.

Next he hooked her thong and pulled it free.

She was bare from the waist down.

He slapped her hard.

The sound cracked through the hut.

Her heavy cheeks rippled.

Fresh heat flooded her pussy.

"Fuck," Sakura hissed.

She bit her lip as her breasts swung beneath her.

He gave her several more firm, measured slaps, then dug his fingers deep into the soft flesh.

"Spread your legs wider."

She did.

Neo spread her open with both hands.

He leaned in and dragged his hot tongue straight across her tight asshole.

"Ah—shit!"

Sakura moaned, body jerking.

He pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts while his hands kneaded her cheeks.

"Good girl.

Your ass is so fucking tight."

Sakura panted, hips pushing back against his face despite every effort to stay still.

"This is just... inspection, right?"

"Keep telling yourself that," Neo muttered against her skin, then drove deeper, licking and swirling until her legs trembled.

He ate her like a man starved—long strokes, deep thrusts, teasing circles around the rim.

Control felt good.

Too good.

A quiet fear whispered at the edge of his mind.

If he kept taking like this, the darkness might swallow the part of him Martha still loved.

He did not want to become someone who only took.

He also refused to be used.

Sakura had once made him small.

He would reclaim every piece of that dignity.

Forgiveness could come later—after she gave it first.

People were complicated.

He knew that.

Right now the only clear thing was the heat of her under his tongue and the old score still unpaid.

Sakura’s moans turned louder, filthier.

Her pussy dripped down her thighs.

"Fuck, Neo—I’m gonna—"

She came hard, asshole clenching around his tongue as her juices spilled.

Broken cries tore out of her while she shook.

Neo pulled back, breathing heavy.

A system notification flashed across his vision.

**1000 Mana Stones acquired!**

He stood, wiped his mouth, and locked eyes on her soaked, dripping cunt.

"We’re not done.

Turn around and get on the table."

Sakura’s chest heaved.

She turned on unsteady legs and sat on the edge.

Neo stepped between her thighs and cupped her soaked pussy with one hand.

"Look at you," he said, voice rough.

"Already dripping for me."

"Shut up and make me cum again," she shot back, still defiant even as her hips rolled into his fingers.

He grinned, pushed two thick fingers into her tight heat, and curled them hard.

"That’s more like it."