Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 950: No Chains Just Love And Sex - Part 2

Reaching deep inside Joselia’s body, Raven cupped her breasts. Arching right into his touch, the elf hissed under her breath and bit her lower lip. Ecstasy rippled through her void-like skin, rushing with a sensation akin to wine bubbles popping under her skin. Joselia’s insides squeezed around Raven’s shaft like a vice, trapping it inside her deepest cavern.

Her gushing fluids helped her conform to his size quite a bit, and being a fae herself, she felt as if her body was made to accept him and him only. The hero felt no different as every fleshy bump inside of Joselia’s body wrapped tight around his cock, slick with her juices and yet holding a firm grip even as he began thrusting.

Soon enough, the sound of clashing flesh echoed throughout the tavern, accompanied by hushed moans from the dark elf and the squealing sound of her pussy leaking her juices like a broken faucet over Raven’s dick. With every thrust, the hero knocked against her womb, stirring his tip across her womb’s entrance in a circle, teasing it–making it stir a primal instinct to breed.

And while buried deep, every moan and every yelp sent a ripple through Joselia’s body–making even her heart race faster; the vibrations from which carried down and passed across Raven’s pumping dick. Drawn by the sights most lecherous, Jess and Holly crawled in closer as well. Dandy was already behind the hero, running her fingers across his back and at times sneaking a touch at her cock that just escaped from Joselia’s pussy and using the same hand to touch herself.

Kissing the mother and daughter duo, Raven lifted his upper body. Leaving the elf legs back to Robin and Tia while his hips continued to rock back and forth. Setting a brutal rhythm with his strokes and still struggling on those twilight nipples, he felt himself getting closer and closer, though Joselia turned out to be the first to squirt all over.

The daze of her first true orgasm burst inside her head like stars. Stark lights of color went off before her vision; all the while, the Hero’s brutal thrusts continued to rock against her ass. Melting like butter under his body, Joselia’s flesh was like a liquid slime. Each slap from his balls to her ass cheeks sent her flesh rippling from her ass to belly and even her breasts. As part fae, the woman was molding herself to the man without knowing herself, but even the sheer audacity of Raven’s abandon lovemaking had overpowered her instincts, making them submit and obey.

’I-I’m gonna pass out...’ She thought, blinking at the man who was stretching her beyond all that felt possible just minutes ago. The cock that had fucked her servants and numerous others, still ramming into her pussy and knocking at her baby-making door. ’Fuck...Fu-fuck...Fuck me!’

Though her hold on her tongue was tighter than her thoughts, Joselia warped her legs around Raven’s hips and locked him in place for a moment. Through her teary gaze, she huffed and puffed, and before long, her hips raised above the mattress began moving back and forth by themselves, revealing the slopping mess of their juices along the length of his cock before forcing herself to ram it back in with hopeless abandon.

Letting her do the work, Raven tugged on her nipples before pulling Joselia’s body up into his arms. The elf screeched in a mix of profane joy, for her pussy had clenched harder than ever from the sadistic tug while the pain from being pulled had cleared the clouds out of her mind. Even so, sitting in Raven’s lap, she couldn’t help but dance her hips with his cock pushing up inside of her like a spear with one purpose.

Chasing that very high and the possibility of being knocked up, her reason fled quickly, and she found herself kissing him all over while bouncing on his cock. Lifting herself and then slamming it all the way in by letting gravity do its work.

”AGHHH~!! C-CUMMINGGG!!!” Yet again, the constant piercing of her womb made her slash her juices all over him. In spite of that, her body craved more and more; thus, the sound of her ass crashing down against Raven’s balls continued to echo throughout the inn.

Unaware, or rather uncaring, of her secret lover in the heat of the moment, the dark elf had begun working towards milking the hero’s dick–the soon-to-be champion for her people as well. But beyond the walls of her room, although Brien was surrounded by women–all of whom he had lain with and interrogated in his own way–he felt more than a bit jealous.

Yet the excuse remained...

’An elf and a dark elf, it would’ve never gone anywhere anyway.’ That or that it was to pretend to gain the hero’s favor, after all their city’s survival depended on his aid. A touch delusional and pragmatic, he swallowed his pride and tried not to think too hard about the situation, all the while wondering. ’She’s pretending, right? I’ve never heard her moan so loudly.’

To hear his lover acting out as a whore, throwing away the shackles of her title as the unofficial queen of the consulate–she was moaning louder than a banshee and more than the pack of stray dogs howling outside. However, Brien wasn’t the only one troubled by the sounds. For inside another room, a different form of interrogation was happening–one still carrying the torch of sadistic sensuality.

Strapped in a chair with his clothes taken off and his mouth and eyes taped shut, Haurum was overwhelmed by the sounds. But for him, arousal could prove fatal, for his dick was trapped in a spell of holy chains and every second of his pathetic arousal was only making the torment worse.

”Is this really okay? We were only supposed to give him a warning,” gently placing a hand on Amedith’s shoulder from behind, Liliyana tried to ease the magus’s rage.

After the elves had lowered the man’s defenses, they were the ones meant to interrogate him, but then Haurum had made a fatal mistake.

”Fucker touched my butt...” While passing by him and his companions, Amedith–mistaken for a girl in his disguise was reeled in by the arrogance of the vile man. Grabbed by his buttocks and yanked close–a humiliating experience for which the magus intended to make him pay. ”Go on! Get hard, you fat, hairy bastard. Neuter yourself, your animal! Not like you’re gonna need a dick when the hero takes those wives of yours that you’re complaining so much about!”

Baffled by the violent outburst, even Liliyana was shaken quite a bit. The usually reserved Amedith, with his strong sense of justice, was actively tormenting a man for revenge. His own fault, she thought, but her mind dwindled until her lover revealed that he intended to manipulate his memory of the night.

Lord Haurum would awaken a man of smaller stature than he remembered himself to be. Confident he had taken the two girls from another kingdom into his room, hoping for a night of debauchery. In reality, he was tortured, but in his memory all he remembered was being laughed at as the girls saw his pathetic dick and how he came from the humiliation that sprang from it. Adding further insult to injury.

”What is that?!” He screamed, reaching for the magical chastity with no signs of the girls from last night. With no keyhole on the apparatus and its nature being a curse, lord Haurum Oswall had bigger issues to deal with than harassing young girls and touching their butt without asking.