Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!
Chapter 15............*

Chapter 15: 15............*

After Neo reached the hut, he slowly lowered Martha onto the mattress.

She was still flushed and breathing hard from earlier.

He straightened, the residual heat of battle and power still thrumming under his skin.

He needed to get stronger as fast as possible.

And the one who could make that happen was the S-rank MILF standing across the room—Sakura.

Neo walked toward her with a calm smile, palms open and raised.

"Easy.

I’m not here to fight.

I want to make a deal that helps you."

Sakura’s glare stayed hard, but her shoulders relaxed a fraction.

"Oh?

What’s the deal?"

"First, look at this."

He lifted his hand.

Crimson mana coiled around his fingers, twisting into a sharp, spinning drill of raw energy.

The air itself seemed to tighten around the construct.

Martha pushed herself up behind him, still sweaty and flushed.

She let out a low whistle.

"So that’s why you beat me so easy."

Neo let the mana fade.

Sakura stared at him, throat working as she swallowed hard.

For years she had carried the same desperate desire: to change her fate and kill her brother Vex.

The words she had never spoken pressed against her teeth—that she had never meant to bully Neo when they were children.

It had only been her small, cornered self finding the weaker boy as a way to vent the torment her elder brother poured on her daily.

Vex had never needed a reason beyond the pure pleasure of it.

He hurt her, his lackeys, anyone who looked at him wrong.

The whole tribe respected him out of fear, nothing more.

Now the same boy she had once used as an outlet stood in front of her, stronger than she could have imagined, ready to kill the next chief without hesitation.

Shame burned under her skin.

She was jealous of his growth and felt unworthy of the help he offered.

Still she spoke roughly, the old mask of rudeness covering the inferiority and the pain.

She wanted to become like him—someone who pushed through hardship instead of breaking under it.

She wanted him to need her.

The only thing she believed she had to offer was her body, and she remembered what he had told her: that he grew stronger by making a woman come, and that right now she was the most important source of mana stones he could reach.

When he had said the word "important," unprecedented joy had flooded her.

Heat had rushed through her body at the rough sound of his voice.

She knew he meant the amount of power he could take from her was the greatest, yet she liked it anyway.

Neo watched the shift in her expression.

He had already told her and the other women that he grew stronger by making them climax, carefully hiding the system itself and the exact mechanics.

He saw the submission in the way she held herself and felt a dark satisfaction.

The memory of his mother’s lessons about kindness and politeness rose, urging him to thank Sakura for believing him.

Yet he held back.

Forgiving too quickly, without weight or reason, would make him look weak—and worse, it might erase the old wounds instead of settling them.

He was still fragile inside.

He could pretend Sakura’s possible betrayal would not hurt him, but he knew that would only be denial.

Vulnerability sat in his chest like a live coal.

A sudden image of Martha’s face made him almost laugh; she would have smacked him for looking so gloomy.

It would be all right, he told himself.

As long as he kept his principles—justice, kindness, giving enemies back tenfold and friends a hundredfold—no one could call him less than he was.

He remembered how Martha and Luna had never rejected his advances.

They had wanted him.

That knowledge steadied him even as the urge to dominate Sakura sharpened.

He needed her to respect him so thoroughly that she would never again think of crossing him.

He needed to stop running from the past and make her his woman.

Sakura’s eyes stayed locked on him.

The crush she had carried had already swollen into something heavier, faster than she thought possible.

She was fully fallen.

She wanted to help him with the reasons he had returned home.

She remembered the night of the inspection, how helpless and surrendered she had felt under him, and how much she had liked it.

She wanted to be soft for only one person—him.

The fear remained that her bratty habits would push him away, that one day he would tire of her and look for someone more thrilling.

She feared becoming ordinary in his eyes.

She wanted to show him the hurt girl underneath, yet the words stayed trapped.

A slow smile spread across Neo’s face.

"Good.

Then help me.

Do what I ask."

Sakura nodded quickly, almost frantic.

"Anything.

Your request... I’ll do it."

"Anything?"

His smile darkened.

He stepped back, grabbed one of Martha’s thick, wide thongs, and returned holding it.

"Get your bottom half naked."

Sakura hesitated only a second.

The memory of the red mana drill kept her moving.

She had already decided to submit body and soul, even if she had never said the words aloud.

She wanted more than rough use; she wanted him to adore and protect her so she could sleep deeply in his arms.

She wanted the freedom to be imperfect around him—to show the bratty side and receive the "punishment" that would follow.

She wanted the two of them stable, obsessed with each other, a calm inside any storm.

She would accept him sniffing her underwear or fucking her until she blacked out, but she also wanted him shackled to her bed, the only woman who would carry his children—even if that meant turning Martha and Luna into enemies.

She could see their agendas clearly: Martha wanting her son all to herself, constantly reminding everyone that Neo liked huge asses and milf bodies like hers; Luna wanting deeper reliance, a way to bind him completely.

Sakura untied her leopard-print rags and let them fall.

She hooked her thumbs in the string of her thong and slid it down.

She stood bare, thick thighs trembling, smooth pussy and full ass completely exposed.

Neo’s cock throbbed hard.

He shoved his pants down and let it spring free—twelve thick inches, veined and rock-hard, the fat head already leaking.

Luna edged closer, eyes locked on it with open hunger.

Martha stared too.

Sakura stayed frozen, breathing fast as she took in the size.

The pressure hit Neo hard and fast.

He groaned deep and came, thick ropes of hot cum splattering over the thong until the fabric was soaked and dripping, heavy with his load.

The musky smell filled the room.

Still hard, cock swinging and dripping, Neo walked over to Sakura.

"Don’t worry.

My request is simple.

Wear this."

He held out the cum-drenched thong.

Sakura’s eyes widened at the mess, but she reached for it.

Neo stopped her hand.

"No.

I’ll put it on you."

She nodded, face burning.

Luna’s face burned as she watched.

She knew Neo depended on her more in actual fighting, yet she wanted to be sought after the same way—wanted lewd, possessive things done to her.

Asking for it openly felt impossible in front of Martha and Sakura.

They would twist any softness into a calculated trap.

She stayed silent and watched.

Neo crouched and held the thong open.

"Good girl.

Step in."

Sakura rested a hand on his head for balance and lifted one leg, then the other.

Neo pulled the soaked fabric up her thighs slowly.

Warm cum squelched against her skin as he seated the thong tight against her pussy and ass, pressing every drop into place.

"Fuck," Sakura whispered, shivering.

Neo slid a thick finger along the fabric, pushing the cum-soaked material into her tight asshole first, then forward through her slick folds.

"Feel that?

My cum rubbing all over your cunt.

You’re getting wetter already."

She bit her lip hard; a needy sound slipped out.

"Turn around, baby."

Sakura turned on shaky legs.

Neo’s hands grabbed her huge ass, kneading and spreading the cheeks, rubbing the cum deeper.

Then he smacked her hard.

The loud crack echoed as her ass rippled and fresh cum leaked down her thigh.

He tossed her a long coat.

"Put this on.

We’re going to the market.

I need to check something, and you’re coming with me."

Sakura pulled the coat on, hiding everything.

Neo grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door.

"We’ll be back soon," he told Luna and Martha.

On the street, Neo kept one hand under the coat the entire time.

He squeezed her plump ass like it was his personal toy, fingers dipping between her cheeks to press the messy thong harder against her dripping pussy and asshole.

As they walked he looked at how obedient she had become.

Maybe it was time to stop holding the old grudges so tightly.

What she had done as a child had hurt him, but clinging to it forever would only make her believe he used dominance to avoid real intimacy.

Seeing her follow every order, feeding and praising the pride in him, looking at him with those newly soft eyes—he hated how easily a beautiful woman could work on a man, yet he could not deny the pull.

It was not full surrender yet.

It was still developing.

He needed time alone with his own thoughts so he would not stay emotionally numb and wake up one day to find the women who mattered had left because he never gave them the attention they needed.

He needed a way to balance the hunger for strength with the responsibility of the relationships forming around him.

Maybe, underneath everything, he simply wanted to prove that the three women now circling him had not chosen him only for power, but for who he was.

The fear that he was wrong still lingered.

He shook it off.

No.

He would put more trust in himself—and in Sakura.

He grinned, deciding the heavy thinking could wait.

A little teasing would do for now.

Sakura gritted her teeth, walking stiffly as the cum squelched with every step.

The thick fabric rubbed her swollen clit constantly; strands of her own hair trapped inside made it worse.

Her thighs grew slick and slippery.

"Keep quiet," Neo whispered hot against her ear.

"Don’t let anyone hear you moan like a slut."

"Fuck you," she hissed under her breath, but her voice shook.

Another squeeze made her stumble.

"It’s too much... it’s leaking everywhere."

"Good.

I want you soaked in my cum while we walk."

His fingers pushed the thong aside just enough to slide along her bare, cum-covered folds.

"This pussy is clenching so hard.

You hate how much you need it, don’t you?"

Sakura’s breath hitched.

She gripped his arm tighter, fighting the whimpers as he kept groping and teasing her the whole way.

Every possessive squeeze sent another trickle of warm cum running down her legs, her clit throbbing against the drenched fabric with no relief in sight.