Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 655: The News Breaks Home

With the use of his teleportation ring, Monty was back home. But instead of a warm welcome, he was met with confused glares as his return was beyond unexpected on this day. Already tired from the back and forth between Elenaris and Athenia, Raven was tired and so past a small briefing, he told Monty to save the rest of the report for later.

Lying in bed with Erika on one side and Aria and Mel on the other, his mind wandered everywhere as he stared at the ceiling. The killer of saints, the anomaly at Elenaris and the temporary loss of Monoʼs memories, all of it already had him stressing enough, but with a pair of giants wanting to meet him, things only seemed to be getting even more tense.

ʼFrom Montyʼs description…that crescent mask…ʼ Reminded of the king of crows, a man he never met but had heard quite a lot about, Raven wondered if these giants were of the same species as the king, as he too had a crescent mask as a part of his face. Tossing in bed, the hero turned towards the plentiful form of the priestess. Glazed in moonlight that bed through the curtains, she appeared more innocent than an angel, yet her body couldʼve been that of a curvy and full succubus.

Moving a hand on top of her arm, Raven let his fingers glide across her silky smooth skin. Squeezing her arm lightly, he pulled his hand away and watched as the priestess breathed through her slightly open lips. Her chest rose and fell with consecutive breaths. Her nipples brushed against her arm as she inhaled, and upon exhalation, her chest depressed just a little, and yet her pouring tits made it seem that she hadnʼt moved at all.

Simply admiring her was enough to soothe Ravenʼs mind. But taking things further, he turned to his left to watch over the other girls as well. Sharing the same spot as their sister, Mel and Aria were halfway on top of each other with their bodies hugging different portions of Ravenʼs arm. Nuzzled between their breasts, both medium and slightly small, the elves had him in the vice grip of budding elven tits.

The two may have grown quite a bit in a year, but even with their bodies mature, both of them required a manʼs seed before their body could grow more curves. A child with the two of them, what would it look like? A one-tenth fae with human blood, reproducing with elves, would it take more from their mothers and grow tall ears? Or would the fae ancestry claim the childrenʼs genes? Pondering over the thought, Raven was reminded how dark fairies were known to be quite sexually aggressive and with none of them mating with each other because of their hatred for their own species, their genes were only carried in other species, but since it persists, perhaps their genes were more dominant.

ʼOnly time will tell, I guess.ʼ

With a deep breath, Raven leaned closer to their foreheads and planted a quick kiss. Their eyes fluttered as he did so, and their bodies shifted a little. Still asleep, however, the girls only hugged Raven tighter and continued to sleep.

His fingers locked between Ariaʼs thigh and slightly rubbing against her pussy, Raven tried not to move too much as the girls too were tired and working up one of them was bound to draw the lust of the other two as well. In spite of that, he had to get out of the room and think about how to handle the current situation. But instead of using his body, he reached within himself and brought out a mind-stealing horror.

Subdued by his powers, the monster was subservient to the hero. Thus, allowing his masterʼs mind into his body, it let Raven control him and do whatever he wanted, all the while, the heroʼs real body lay on the bed, sleeping.

Without having to turn, Raven could see all around him and check up on his body before deciding to leave the room for now. Fluttering through the wind as a formless and translucent dark figure, he wandered through the corridors for a bit. A handful of maids noticed him flitting about, but since it wasnʼt the first time Raven had done this, they werenʼt alarmed.

Keeping up his pace, the hero eventually made his way downstairs, and from there, he focused on familiar footsteps walking in the direction of the backyard cemetery. His senses heightened beyond the extremes thanks to the horrorʼs body, Raven knew from just the way that she walked that it was Moxy who was visiting her fatherʼs grave.

ʼWe were supposed to move him out of there to the innʼs backyard.ʼ Reminded of that fact, he wondered whether it was even polite to move Duneʼs remains anymore. Leaving that decision on Moxy, however, he made his way to the cemetery as well.

Taking on a human form–yet another ability of the horror, Raven approached Moxy as himself to avoid alarming her while she was laying flowers.

”Couldnʼt fall asleep?” He asked, his eyes staring at the kneeling foxʼs back.

The crease of a light smile could be seen from the side of Moxyʼs mouth. She was glad that he was there, but she couldnʼt turn around yet as she was offering up a prayer. Closing her eyes, she prayed for a whole minute more. Finally, as she lifted herself onto her feet, the fox girl turned around and wrapped Raven in a hug.

”Just trying to get used to this new life…Itʼs been a tad much to take in, even though a lot of time has already passed.” Holding him for just a moment more, Moxy let go of Raven as she already knew from the smell that it wasnʼt his true body. Tilting her head, she curiously gazed into his eyes before enquiring. ”Can you bring your real body to my room, or are you stuck like this for a while?”

Even though getting himself out of the other girlsʼ hands would be a challenge, Raven could not refuse Moxy, especially when she had that longing look in her eyes.