Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!
Chapter 9.......

Chapter 9: 9.......

Neo crept through the dense undergrowth, heart pounding against his ribs.

Every snapped twig rang too loud in his ears.

Massive trees blotted out most of the sunlight, drowning the forest in a dim green haze.

Faint mana shimmered along the leaves.

He gripped his spear tighter and strained to listen for any monster sounds.

Sudden battle noise erupted ahead—shouts, crackling flames, and deep beast roars.

Fear flickered through him.

Then the hunger for respect crushed it down.

He needed the tribe’s respect.

Martha’s.

Especially Luna’s.

He had to prove her choice of him as disciple was right.

He would not settle for some ordinary mob.

He was a perfectionist, and he hated that part of himself, but once he locked onto a rare target he would not let go.

The thing he feared most was living and dying as just another tribesman.

He edged forward and peered through the ferns.

Luna led her hunting party against a pack of pyro apes.

The creatures were thick with muscle and living fire, horns jutting from their skulls.

She fought at the front, fast and strong.

Sweat slicked her tanned skin.

Her short leather skirt rode up with every dodge, showing the thick power of her thighs and the curve of her ass.

Her full breasts bounced under the simple top as she spun and struck.

*Fuck, she looks incredible.*

Heat flooded him.

He was not supposed to be out here.

His place on her team started tomorrow.

Getting caught could cost him.

Still he could not look away from the way she moved.

He slipped deeper into the bushes, breathing hard, eyes locked on her hips and the sway of her chest.

Luna snatched a spear from the ground.

White cold mana swirled around the tip.

She loosed a sharp battle cry and hurled it.

The spear punched clean through the lead ape’s chest.

The beast screamed and collapsed, its flames dying.

The rest of the pack scattered.

Neo watched her, chest tight.

Luna was his first master in this life.

He wanted to trust her.

The fear from his previous life still clung to him—fear that someone would use his vulnerability against him.

He knew it would push her away if he stayed guarded.

She might leave.

She might decide he was too weak-willed, too fragile, and that choosing him had been a mistake.

That fear sat deeper than he had admitted.

"Secure the vin fruit!" Luna’s voice cut clear and commanding.

"Quickly!"

Her team moved in.

Then her sharp blue eyes locked straight on his hiding spot.

"Come out. I saw you."

Neo stepped into the open, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin.

Luna crossed her arms, the motion lifting her heavy breasts so the sweat-slick tops of her cleavage caught the dim light.

She stared at him, stance firm.

"Unless the tribe sent you, you shouldn’t be out here alone. It’s dangerous. Tomorrow I’ll show you how to hunt properly."

"I just wanted to see you fight up close," Neo said.

Her stern look softened.

Pride flashed in her eyes.

She puffed out her chest.

"Hmph. Fine. Watch closely then, nephew."

She dropped into a wide stance, back arched, ass pushing against the tight skirt.

Neo’s mouth went dry.

His cock twitched hard.

She stomped the ground in heavy, rhythmic beats.

White cold mana rose like icy mist, climbing her legs and coating her body in a thin, glowing layer that hugged every curve.

"See? This is my special skill."

Satisfaction warmed her voice as the frost armor settled.

Neo stared.

"That was amazing..."

His gaze drifted to a cluster of vin fruit nearby—thick, banana-shaped mana fruits hanging heavy and ripe.

"Aunt Luna... that big one looks really good. Can I have it?"

Luna smiled, the fierce warrior softening.

She plucked the plumpest fruit and brought it over.

Neo’s pulse jumped.

He looked from the thick fruit to her full, glossy lips.

"I have a special way to eat it," he said, voice low.

"But we should go somewhere more private."

Luna tilted her head, curious but trusting.

She followed him behind a broad rock outcrop, away from her team’s voices.

The air hung thick with moss and the faint scent of her sweat.

Once hidden, Neo held the vin fruit at waist level.

"Get on your knees... and suck it. Only your mouth. No teeth."

Luna blinked.

Color rose on her tanned cheeks.

"Neo... this seems strange. Are you sure?"

She glanced toward the distant voices, then back at him.

Torn.

Still she sank to her knees in front of him.

Her short skirt rode high over her powerful ass.

She wrapped her soft lips around the thick tip and began to suck.

Wet slurps filled the quiet space as her cheeks hollowed.

She bobbed deeper, tongue swirling, lips stretched tight.

"Like that?" she asked around the fruit, voice muffled and husky.

"Yeah... just like that."

Neo’s voice roughened.

"Suck harder, Aunt Luna. Take more of it."

She moaned softly and obeyed, sliding further down the thick shaft.

Obscene wet sounds echoed—pops and hungry slurps.

Her powerful thighs pressed together.

Arousal slicked her skin.

Her pussy throbbed.

Neo’s cock strained against his shorts, rock-hard and leaking.

The sight of his strong, battle-hardened aunt on her knees, glossy lips stretched around the fruit, nearly undid him.

He liked the feeling.

The old hunger to dominate rose sharp and clean.

He wanted freedom from shame, the right to take pleasure without guilt.

Seeing her like this—submissive eyes, arched back, huge ass pushed high—filled him with power.

At the same time he wanted her to choose him, to surprise him, to prove he mattered.

But if she ever learned he was still running from his past, a coward in the places that counted, would that look change?

"Fuck... you look so good like this."

Distant voices called Luna’s name.

Footsteps crunched closer through the brush.

Luna’s eyes widened in panic, yet she kept sucking, bobbing faster.

The wet sounds grew louder.

Her cheeks burned.

She pressed her thighs tighter, pussy dripping from the risk.

"Shit, they’re getting closer," Neo whispered.

Luna pulled off the fruit with a wet pop, lips shiny with saliva.

She wiped her mouth, breathing hard, chest heaving.

"You should head back to Martha’s house now," she said, voice husky.

"The forest is too dangerous for you alone."

She stood quickly and hurried toward her team.

Her thick ass swayed with every step.

The short skirt flipped up, flashing her soaked, glistening pussy lips and flushed cheeks.

Neo stayed hidden, breathing heavy, cock aching.

A notification flashed across his vision:

+10 Mana Stones

Obtained from Luna – C+ Rank Warrior

*Maybe her rank comes from being such a hot battle-hardened milf,* he thought with a dark smirk.

He gripped his spear and pushed deeper into the forest.

He still had monsters to hunt if he wanted to get stronger.