Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 860: Passion And Mornings

Waking up to the pleasant sensation of two elves smothering his cock between their pressed buttocks, Raven opened his eyes and found Mel and Aria sitting on top of him. Their bodies stroked up and down with a practiced rhythm. Pushing against each other’s asses, the girls started grinding against Raven’s shaft with their buttocks moving in sync, just in opposite directions.

Their breaths hitched at the sight of him waking. A deep inhale pushed their massive breasts outward, and then, with an exhale and a smile, those cloudy breasts sat heavy on their chest, sagging inside their magical bra and bouncing rampant in sync with the strokes from their asses.

”Good morning~,” Mel greeted, a teasing smile flashing across her face.

Grabbing her by the arm, Raven pulled her upper body onto his chest. Lying flat on his stomach with her head looming above his, she smiled at her man as he claimed her lips. Keeping it brief, however, the hero took a deep breath and let go of the girls. Sitting upright, he pulled Aria close as well before kissing her to even the scales and avoid any infighting later.

As he pulled himself back, however, he finally noticed the change in their bodies. Both had skin glistening with oil, and their breasts were much larger than he was used to seeing on them. Reaching out for their breasts, he sat the girls on his lap and squeezed one of each with both of his hands. Kneading those soft molds of flesh under his fingers, he watched as the girls leaned back against his chest and closed their eyes to relish the sensation.

”Gods... It feels so much better when you play with them like this,” gulping from the goblet of pleasure, Mel opened her eyes and looked at Raven. Her smile wouldn’t leave her, but going any further wasn’t an option because of the effects of the oil. Even so, she wanted him to keep touching her in all sorts of places, but then again, not being able to go all the way through after doing nearly everything else would be torture in its own.

However, before the girls could separate themselves from their man, a knock on their door cut the moment short.

”It’s me, Brenna!” Hearing the herbalist’s voice, the girls quickly separated themselves from their man, for the door was unlocked and she could enter any moment. And while they picked up their jackets, the door opened, and Raven decided to walk up to the front. Standing by the doorframe with the other two girls, covering themselves behind him, he met Brenna with a smile and greeted her warmly.

”Morning,” he said, though Brenna’s expression remained tightened.

”Morning?” Scoffing out loud, she shook her head and walked inside the room. For a moment, her eyes fell on the elves, but then quickly returned to the man of the house. ”I came as soon as I could. We need to talk, and that too right this instant!”

”Talk about what?” Raven asked, and then began Brenna’s explanation of how the oil was still in effect.

Going into great detail about how it worked, she explained to him each and every small detail. Taking note of all the girls that he’d been with since having had the oils applied, the herbalist quickly made a list of names and facial features right after. Then came a warning.

”So... those girls are all one hundred percent pregnant. The girls from Elenaris, both the singles and the married. Daine’s family, too, probably with the exception of Zoey. Lastly, Tanya, Rose, and their friends as well, gosh, I can’t imagine how they would explain another kid to their families.”

Pointing her pen at Raven’s chest, she pressed its back end against him.

”Look, ideally–let’s keep some of this a secret. You’re not always around these gals, and if something happens between them and their husband, you’re probably gonna kill the men. They’re mostly better off raising the kids as if they were their own. We can tell them the truth when you’re done with the war and can take in your ladies with you somewhere safe. How does that sound?”

”Those girls had sex with him consensually, so it’s not really his fault, now is it?” Although she was upset about the pregnancies walking closer to Brenna, Mel placed a hand on the back of Raven’s shoulder and defended him. ”They saw him as a better option than their lovers, and why wouldn’t they? Besides, if the gals were being treated fairly or were being satisfied by their scrawny husbands, then none of this would’ve happened in the first place.”

Heaving a sigh, Brenna nodded at Mel.

”I know... but let’s keep our mouths shut for a while, okay? Like, even Viola and Raven’s kid will be passed around as Milo’s to keep appearances up in the eyes of the public. This is no different, as of course people will know the truth, but who’s gonna challenge him?”

”Fair point, I guess...” Walking up beside her man as well, Aria folded her arms and leaned against his shoulders. Staring at Brenna, she flashed her a smile and pronounced proudly. ”He’s helping these folks save their world; the least they can do is take care of his babies, no?”

As a dark elf, the notion of another caring for their children felt natural to Aria. Brenna, however, was the only one taking things seriously. Even so, being pregnant herself, she couldn’t say much for the boat had already sailed and there was little that could be done now that everything was said and finished.

”I’ll handle it when the situation arises,” finally speaking up, Raven placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. ”Try to relax in the meantime, you need the rest, trust me.”

Staring at his hand, something else caught Brenna’s attention. The empty ring finger, where most wore the teleportation ring, which reminded her of something of crucial importance.

”I almost forgot,” lifting her head, she dropped her shoulders. ”Helga came to the castle. She and Markus are apparently going to spar in the barracks soon. The demons he took in will be used as warm up. I thought you ought to know in case you wanna see them in action.”

”Helga? When did she come to Athenia?” Raven wondered, but that curiosity could only be quenched by Helga.

Deciding to visit the castle while the banquet’s preparations were still underway, he and his party members quickly readied themselves to leave. A curious battle awaited them, and why had the two decided to spar so suddenly? Was it a simple desire to let loose or a necessity born from the increasing threat from the enemy? The question, however, could only be answered on the battlefield.