Chapter 266

Chapter 266: 266

Neo surveyed the remaining orcs beyond the dark-skinned one. His jaw tightened. Sword Dust flared along the edge of his blade as he moved through them with precise, lethal efficiency. Each step was measured. Each swing cut clean. An orc raised a crude axe; Neo sidestepped and drove the glowing edge through its neck. Another charged from the left. He pivoted, blade flashing, and the creature dropped in two pieces. A third tried to circle behind him. Neo turned without slowing, the Sword Dust trailing bright streaks that sliced through armor and bone alike. When the last body fell, the clearing went quiet except for the drip of blood on leaves. He wiped the weapon clean with a scrap of fabric, sheathed it, and walked toward Sana.

She met him halfway. At twenty, Princess Sana carried herself with the composure of a woman who had already shouldered too much responsibility too early. The loss of her father had left scars—grief that still surfaced as sharp anxiety—but it had never stripped her of agency. She was fully capable of choosing whom she trusted and how she expressed that trust.

She stepped into his space and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face briefly against his chest. The solid wall of muscle under his armor did not yield. Her fingers curled against the hard plates covering his broad shoulders.

"I felt it," she said, voice low but steady. "The way you fought. For a moment I thought I might lose another person I rely on. After Father... the fear still catches me sometimes."

Neo rested a hand between her shoulder blades, firm and grounding rather than soothing a child. His palm covered most of her upper back. The heat of her body came through the thin fabric of her tunic.

"You won’t. I’m not leaving."

Sana drew back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were clear. Dark hair clung to her damp forehead. The fight had left a smear of dirt across one cheek, but it did not soften the set of her mouth. "Then help me feel something else. Something that reminds me I’m still here—still choosing."

Neo held her gaze. The residual glow of Sword Dust still lingered in the air around them. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest plate. "I can. If that’s what you want."

She nodded once, decisive. "It is."

He turned to the red knight standing nearby. The knight’s armor was scored and stained, but he stood straight. "How old is she?"

"Twenty," the knight answered. "The loss of the king left her emotionally raw and sometimes more reliant on those she trusts, but she remains a grown woman who makes her own decisions."

Neo inclined his head. "Get your friend’s body. I’ll teleport us to the castle."

The knight retrieved the corpse without comment. Neo placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, lifted Sana easily against his side, and the three of them vanished in a fold of space. The world bent, colors smeared, and they reappeared in the castle courtyard. Stone walls rose around them. Torches burned in iron brackets. Distant voices carried from the gates. Neo directed the knight to see to the burial, then shifted Sana into a proper carry. One arm under her knees, the other across her back. She was light against the solid mass of his chest and the thick muscle of his arms. He took her straight to her chambers.

Inside, the door shut behind them. The room smelled of beeswax and clean linen. A single window let in the late light. Sana’s hands were already at his armor fastenings, deliberate and sure. Metal clasps clicked open one by one. She worked without hurry, peeling the plates away until the padded underlayer and then bare skin showed. Neo set her down on the bed on her stomach; she arched back into him without hesitation. The curve of her spine dipped. The full swell of her hips rose. He drew her trousers down over the full curve of her hips. Soft flesh spilled free. The bed was small for his frame, forcing him to brace one forearm against the wooden headboard as he lined himself up and pressed slowly into her.

She was tight, wet, and unmistakably ready. His length stretched her with steady pressure until he was seated fully, heavy balls resting against her. The heat of her walls closed around him in a long, continuous grip. Sana exhaled a low, rough sound and looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded. Her lips were parted. A faint flush already colored her neck.

"God—yes. That feels good."

Neo moved with measured strokes, letting her adjust, feeling her walls flutter and grip. The slick sound of each thrust filled the quiet room—*schlck... schlck...*—wet and steady. He kept one hand splayed across the soft dip of her waist, the other steadying himself against the headboard. His thick thighs pressed against the backs of hers. The hard planes of his abdomen brushed the soft give of her ass with every forward push. When he delivered a firm slap to her ass, the flesh rolled under his palm; she pushed back harder, taking him deeper.

"Keep going," she said, voice husky. "I can feel every inch."

He did. The slow burn built until her body trembled around him, heat spreading from her core outward. She moaned without restraint, hips working in counterpoint. The wet sounds grew louder—*plap... plap... plap*—as her arousal coated him. Neo leaned over her, lips near her ear. His broad chest covered her back. The dense muscle of his arms flexed on either side of her as he held position.

"You’re strong. That rainbow beam you used on the goblin—clean, decisive. Beautiful and dangerous."

Sana let out a short, breathless laugh that broke on a moan. "Keep talking like that and I might start believing I’m your pride."

Neo’s rhythm never faltered. The thick veins along his shaft dragged against her inner walls on every withdrawal. "I’d take you as my wife if you’d have me. Happiest man in the Find Kingdom."

She clenched around him deliberately, drawing a sharp breath from both of them. The tight squeeze milked him from base to tip. "You protect me. You helped Mother with the spirit. I’m sure she’d accept. Now stop teasing and make me come."

He drove deeper, crown kissing her cervix on every stroke. The headboard creaked under his braced forearm. Sweat beaded along the deep cut of his shoulders and ran down the hard lines of his back. From Sana’s view, looking back, his body was a wall of solid muscle—broad shoulders blocking the light, thick arms caging her, the heavy muscles of his thighs and ass flexing with each thrust. She could see the sheen of sweat on his chest and the way his abs tightened when he bottomed out. Her own body felt soft and open under him, breasts pressed into the mattress, nipples dragging with every movement. The slap of his hips against hers grew sharper—*smack... smack... smack*—and the wet sounds of her cunt taking him turned filthy and continuous.

When her walls seized and she came hard, coating him, Neo held her through it, murmuring that the intensity was climax, not danger. Her body shook. A long, broken cry left her throat. Juices spilled down his balls and onto the sheets. The moment her body eased, he thrust through the aftershocks, chasing his own release. He filled her with a low groan, stayed buried, and kept moving until she peaked a second time. Hot pulses of cum flooded her. She felt every spurt, thick and deep, and the way his cock twitched inside her as he emptied himself. Her second orgasm rolled through her in waves, walls fluttering and milking him until both of them were breathing hard.

Only then did he ease out. A thick string of mixed fluids stretched and broke. Sana’s face was flushed, lips parted, a thin thread of saliva at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were bright with satisfaction.

"I feel good," she said simply.

Neo lifted her again and carried her to the royal bathroom. The door was left ajar in their haste. Water filled the tub with a low rush. Steam rose. He sat with her astride his lap, parted the heavy cheeks of her ass, and pressed into the tighter ring. The resistance was immediate and fierce. Sana settled her weight carefully, working herself down until she took him fully. A sharp, high sound left her as the head popped past the rim and the rest of his thick length followed. He gave her another solid slap and told her to set the pace; she did, rolling her hips while looking back at him over her shoulder. The water lapped around them. Her soft, full ass cheeks spread against the hard muscle of his thighs. From her view, his cock looked even thicker disappearing into her, the heavy shaft glistening, his balls drawn tight. Sweat mixed with bath water on his chest. The dense muscle of his arms rested on the rim of the tub, veins standing out. She could feel every ridge and pulse as she rose and sank—*glk... glk... glk*—the wet, tight sounds of her ass taking him over and over.

The door swung open.

Yal froze in the threshold, sword half-drawn. Sana rose immediately, turning to face her sister without shame or panic. Water streamed down her body. Her thighs glistened. Cum still leaked slowly from both of her well-used holes.

"Yal. Wait. It’s exactly what it looks like—and it’s consensual."

Yal’s expression hardened to steel. The tip of her blade stayed level. "Explain. Now."

Neo stood, putting himself between them but not hiding. Water ran down the hard lines of his chest, the deep cut of his abs, and the heavy hang of his cock, still half-hard and shiny with their mixed fluids. "Sana was shaken after the fight. She asked for this. We came here for privacy."

Yal lowered the blade a fraction, fury still burning in her eyes. "You’d better have more than that."

She did not. Within the hour the queen knew everything.

The queen’s face went cold. She understood Neo had protected Sana, perhaps better than anyone else, but the risk of him breaking her daughter’s already fractured heart was one she refused to tolerate. Even if Neo won the spar against Yal, she would summon her sister Vel—level 57, one of the continent’s top ten—and end him. The communication stone was already in her hand.