Chapter 268

Chapter 268: 268

Neo stood in the shadowed corner of Veya’s private chamber, the weight of the coming invasion pressing on him like a physical force. The demon general’s army was already marching toward Nyx Town, and the walls there were nowhere near ready to hold against that kind of force. He needed time—real time, slowed and stretched until he could reach the heart of the enemy and cut the head off before the blade fell.

Veya met his eyes and confirmed what he already suspected. She did have one of those devices. It could slow time, but only three times. That was all. Neo gave a short nod, no waste of words. He teleported straight to her side, plucked the small crystalline device from her open palm, and vanished again before the air had finished shifting around him.

He reappeared inside the Demon Realm, right at the outer edge of the black-stone walls of the Demon Queen’s castle. The device hummed once in his hand. He activated it. The world stretched. Sound flattened. The distant march of armored feet outside the gates slowed to a crawl. Every second became a long, heavy breath. Neo moved.

He tore through the outer corridors, senses stretched wide, searching for the one person who could give the order to halt the advance. The queen’s wing opened before him like a separate palace inside the palace—long halls of dark marble, hanging tapestries that showed conquests in blood and fire, doors carved with screaming faces. He kept running, boots silent on the stone, until the air itself changed. Perfume. Heat. Power.

She was walking toward him.

The Demon Queen moved down the center of the hallway as if she owned every shadow. Her nightgown was little more than a scrap of black silk that stopped high on her thighs. Plump purple flesh spilled out beneath the hem—thick, soft thighs that flexed with every step. The fabric clung to the heavy curves of her breasts, barely containing them. Her yellow eyes glowed like twin coals in the dim light, fixed straight ahead until they locked on him.

Neo did not slow. He reached her in three long strides, yanked his pants down, and forced the change through his body at the same time. His cock thickened and lengthened until it hung heavy and rigid between his legs, fourteen full inches of thick, veined meat. He stepped in close enough that the heat of her skin brushed his.

"Mistress Queen," he said, voice steady, "I am a sex slave sent by the princess to satisfy you during this time of war. Can I offer my services?"

Her glowing eyes dropped and stayed there. She could not look away from the heavy length of him. Both hands settled on her waist, fingers pressing into the soft purple flesh above her hips.

"Which princess?"

Neo’s heart slammed once against his ribs. He did not know a single name. If she decided to check, if she sent even one message, the whole lie would collapse and the army would keep marching. He held still and waited.

The queen’s mouth curved. "Whatever. I don’t care about it. Go to my bed. I will come after I prepare myself."

He nodded once and moved past her without another word. The bedroom doors opened onto a chamber large enough to hold a small war council. The bed itself was massive—black silk sheets stretched across a frame that could have slept four comfortably. Neo climbed on, lay back, and stripped the rest of his clothes away. From a small pouch he pulled a glass bottle of clear oil. He poured it into his palm and worked it over every inch of his cock until the fourteen inches shone wet and slick under the low light.

The queen entered a moment later, still in the short nightgown. Her eyes went straight to the bottle in his hand.

"What is that thing?"

Neo lifted it so she could see the label. "This is called sex oil. People cover themselves with it before sex. Makes everything smoother. Hotter."

She walked to him, took the bottle from his fingers, and turned toward the tall mirror that covered one wall. Together they stood in front of the glass. She peeled the nightgown up and over her head, letting it drop. Naked, she was even more than the hallway had promised—massive breasts that sat heavy and full, dark purple nipples already tight, a soft rounded belly, and an ass so thick and fat the cheeks pressed together even when she stood straight. She sighed, the sound low and bitter.

"You don’t know how small my husband’s dick is. Barely makes me feel a thing. Every time he finishes before I even get close, dumping that meager little load inside me like it means something."

She leaned in close, lips almost brushing Neo’s ear. "How about becoming my permanent butler? I can give you more money. We can enjoy our time. You don’t need to be careful with a dick that size. I will let you creampie me as much as you like."

Her eyes dropped again to the thick, oiled length of him. She licked her lips. "Maybe we can make sure to make more than one heir with such an effective tool." Her fingers closed around the head, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there. She brought the finger to her mouth and licked it clean, slow and deliberate.

Neo nodded. He took the oil back and poured more into his hands. He rubbed it over her body with firm, thorough strokes—fat ass cheeks that spilled over his palms, massive breasts that filled and overflowed his grip, the soft curve of her belly, the thick purple thighs that trembled under his touch. When he finished, he pulled a thin pink slingshot-style thong from the same pouch and held it up.

"How about you wear this?"

She nodded and stepped into it. The thin straps framed her hips and disappeared between the heavy cheeks of her ass. She turned in front of the mirror, studying herself from every angle, then whistled low.

"Looking like this, I could even make the dead get an erection."

Neo’s senses stretched outward through the slowed time. The entire castle was empty except for the two of them and one other presence—a woman sleeping on the highest floor. The Great Queen. The current queen’s mother. He grinned, cracked his neck once, and brought his open palm down hard across the queen’s purple ass. The slap cracked loud in the quiet room. She yelped, the sound sharp with pain and something else. A bright red handprint bloomed across the soft flesh.

He walked to the door, shut it firmly, and turned back to her.

"I am a professional sex slave. I have already offered my services to queens. You should let me take control. I got this."

The change in his voice hit her like another slap. She stared, speechless for a full second. His attitude had flipped so fast she could barely track it—and the worst part was how much she liked it.

Neo grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto the bed. He climbed up behind her, pushed her down into a doggy-style position, and pressed her head firmly into the mattress. His grip stayed steady, almost careful, and she melted under it. She liked the control. She liked the weight of his hand.

He lined the thick head of his cock against her entrance and sank all fourteen inches into her in one smooth, relentless thrust. The wet heat of her cunt stretched wide around him. A sharp slap landed on her huge purple ass the exact moment he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against her.

"How about this?" he asked, still holding her down. "You like my dick now?"

The queen nodded hard, voice muffled against the sheets.

He took her waist in both hands—fingers digging into soft purple flesh—and drove into her at a steady, grinding angle that kept the thick ridge of his cock brushing hard over her G-spot with every stroke. The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the room. She came with a sharp, rolling cry that broke into a moan. Another slap cracked across her ass, louder than the first.

"For a bitch this old, you’re still tight."

She rocked back against him, greedy, pushing her fat ass into every thrust so she could take every inch. Neo sped up just enough to make the head of his cock slap against her cervix a few times, the impact deep and heavy. Then he buried himself to the root, hips locked tight, and came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her, pulsing hard enough that she felt every spurt.

The queen laughed, breathless, still clenched around him. "I feel my mother coming. Now let’s see if you can still fuck me, you asshole."

Neo’s eyes flicked to the open door. He swore under his breath the second a warm mouth closed around his balls. An older version of the queen—white-haired, same features, even heavier ass—had locked her purple lips around him and was sucking with slow, deliberate pressure.