Chapter 220
Zita and Delta nodded at Neo’s quiet signal. The three of them moved deeper into the dungeon corridor, boots scraping against damp stone. The air stayed thick with the smell of mold and old blood. Neo kept his eyes moving, checking every shadow and every crack in the walls. He liked the quiet stretch; it never lasted long.
A wave of goblins poured from a side passage ahead. Small green bodies, crude blades, and wet snarls filled the narrow space. Neo felt the familiar spark of enjoyment rise in his chest. He liked these fights. Clean. Simple. He stepped forward first, sword already swinging. The first goblin lost its head before it could raise its club. The second took a cut across the throat and dropped, twitching.
He glanced back once. Zita’s staff cracked against a goblin’s skull with a sharp crack. Delta’s rope flashed out, snaring two more and yanking them off their feet so she could finish them with her dagger. They worked well together. Neo turned back to the remaining pack and cut through them without slowing. Blade in, blade out. Blood sprayed warm across his arms. In under a minute the corridor floor held only corpses and silence again.
They stepped over the bodies and kept walking. Neo’s mind stayed busy while his feet moved. He had not gone into torch-man mode and left them behind for a reason. Leaving them alone in this place would get them killed. The quest would fail the moment either one died. The safest place he could keep them was right at his side, where he could see every threat and answer it himself. That thought settled firm in him as they moved on.
A short way later the corridor opened into a wider stretch of wall. Neo stopped. A mid-sized hole sat at chest height, roughly the size of a person’s torso. He studied it, then looked at Zita.
"Take a look through there," he said. "See if we can use it as a shortcut."
Zita nodded without complaint. She stepped up, braced her hands on the stone rim, and pushed her body into the hole. Her hips and legs still stuck out into the corridor while her upper half disappeared into the dark opening. A moment later her voice came back, muffled.
"It’s a closed room on the other side. No way through."
𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Neo nodded. "Alright. Come back out."
Zita tried to wriggle free. Her shoulders caught. She pushed harder, then harder still. Nothing. She was stuck tight, arms and head on the far side, ass and legs hanging in the open air of the corridor.
Neo studied the problem for a second, then decided the fastest way to free her was also the most useful. He stepped in close behind her. His hands went to the waistband of her pants and pulled them down in one firm tug, taking them past her thighs. He shoved her shirt up until it bunched under her arms. The red underwear followed next, dragged down her legs until it hung around one ankle. Cool air touched her bare skin. Neo reached into a small pouch, pulled out a vial of thin oil, and poured it into his palm. He started at her toes, rubbing the slick liquid up each foot, along her calves, over the soft backs of her knees, higher still across her thighs, and finally all the way to the upper edge of her waist. The oil left her skin gleaming under the dim dungeon light.
He gripped her narrow waist with both hands. His broad shoulders blocked most of the corridor behind her. Muscled arms flexed as he lined himself up. His thick, veiny cock pressed against her entrance, already hard from the sight of her stuck and exposed. He pushed forward in one steady drive. The head forced its way inside, stretching her open. Her walls fluttered hard around the sudden thickness. He kept going until his hips met the soft curves of her ass and every inch of him sat buried deep.
Zita’s breath caught on the other side of the wall. She could not see his face, but the size of the cock stretching her told her exactly who it was. No one else felt like this. Neo’s massive length filled her completely, the ridge of the head dragging against every sensitive spot on the way in. She felt the heat of his body, the hard planes of muscle in his thighs pressing against the backs of her legs, the strength in the hands holding her waist.
Neo licked his lips and started moving. He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in hard. Her inner muscles tried to resist and failed. The walls gripped him in a tight, milking hold that only made him push deeper. He set a rapid rhythm, hips snapping forward again and again. Each thrust forced a wet sound from her body. Friction built fast. His cock glided along her walls, coated already in the slick juices she could not hold back. The head teased and circled her cervix with every deep stroke.
He slapped one full cheek of her ass. The flesh jiggled under his palm.
"Aren’t you a little shameless slut," he said, voice low and rough, "taking my cock like this so obediently? Keep squeezing me like a greedy needy little slut. Let’s see how wide this hole gets after I’m done with you."
He slapped both cheeks at the same time. The sharp impact sent a ripple across her soft body. Her breasts swayed with the force even though he could not see them. He thrust harder, each stroke powerful enough to rock her whole frame. Her feet dangled uselessly in the air. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the quiet corridor.
Behind them, Delta had already lifted her robe. The moment Zita got stuck, Delta’s hand had slid between her own thighs. She watched every movement of Neo’s muscled back and the way his hips drove forward. Her fingers worked in fast circles over her clit, then slipped inside. A small pool of her own juices already shone on the stone floor beneath her. Soft, ragged breaths left her lips as she matched the rhythm of Neo’s thrusts with her hand.
Neo kept going. Zita’s massive ass slapped against his groin with every meeting of their bodies. The sound was loud, wet, and shameless in the silence. Only Delta’s breathing and the synced moans and grunts of Neo and Zita filled the space. Zita started rocking her hips back to meet him, rolling her cheeks against him so his cock sank even deeper between the soft flesh. She had taken him enough times already that nothing smaller would ever satisfy her again. Her pussy worked him greedily, walls fluttering and squeezing as if trying to milk him dry.
He leaned forward until his chest pressed against her back. Broad shoulders and hard muscle covered her completely. His mouth found the fair skin of her shoulder. He bit down, then licked the mark, never slowing the hard drive of his hips. One hand stayed locked on her waist while the other explored the reddening curves of her ass, squeezing and spreading her open so he could watch his cock disappear inside her again and again.
Zita’s long, broken moans spilled out of the hole. Her feet kicked once in the air. Neo tightened his grip and held her still, pinning her in place while he chased the building pressure in his own body. The tight heat around him pulsed harder. Her walls milked him in rhythmic waves. He thrust through it, enjoying every second, until the surge hit him fully. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths. Her pussy kept squeezing, drawing every last drop out of him.
He did not stop. Even after the first release he kept moving, slower now but still deep, grinding against her as more of his seed leaked out around his shaft. Delta’s breathing grew sharper. She came hard where she stood, thighs trembling, another rush of juices joining the pool at her feet. Neo ignored the fact that Zita’s ass cheeks had already turned the bright red of a ripe tomato from his hands. He simply kept thrusting, watching the soft flesh ripple with every impact.
Zita threw her head back on the far side of the wall.
"This isn’t really the best time to fuck," she managed, voice strained. Then she bit her lip hard. "Screw it."
Neo lifted one of her dangling legs higher, opening her further, and drove in even deeper. The new angle let him reach places that made her moan louder. He chased a second release without mercy, hips slamming forward until the pleasure peaked again. He came once more, filling her until it overflowed, then finally pulled free. Thick strands of cum followed his cock out of her and dripped down her thighs.
He cleaned her carefully with a cloth from his pack, wiping away the mess and the oil. Then he helped her pull the red underwear back into place, followed by her pants. Once she was dressed again he used the short-range teleport he kept for emergencies and pulled her free of the hole in one smooth motion. Zita landed on her feet in the dungeon corridor, steadying herself against the wall.
She looked at him, still catching her breath.
"If you could do that from the beginning, why didn’t you just do it?"
Neo grinned, the expression sharp and unapologetic.
"And waste the chance to fuck your tight pussy? No way!"