Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!-Chapter 635: Pump Your Pistons - Part 2
The toys, the food, and everything else that the establishment offered–Aredin and his party wanted nothing to do with it. But with nowhere else to go, they decided to huddle up inside their room for the night and look for Linkle outside the spire once morning arrived. Even so, surrounded by guttural moans and the awkward sounds leaking from all around them, their faces were flushed red as they could easily help themselves with their loves, but to do it in front of the other two, on both sides, it felt like a problem.
"Ughh…how did we even end up here?" Hannah complained.
"In a foreign city no less, I doubt we can navigate much even if we head out now," Tris added, carelessly scratching the back of his head.
June and Arendin felt no different, but too tired to do anything, yet kept up by the moans and screams, the pale elf decided to pick up a tray of pastry lying right by their cushioned floor bed. Picking up an eclair, she dug her teeth into the sweet chocolate filling and bread, and in just a moment her shoulders released themselves.
"Fuckk…" As if the tension that she'd been carrying for six months had finally been released, she sat on the bed with her posture easing ever so slightly. Carrying herself and her equipment, all the while fighting against numerous horrors, her body had forgotten what it was like to experience bliss. Opening her eyes with a tear pricking at the edge of her eyelids, she eyed the tray some more and quickly gobbled up the treat in her hand. "If nobody's trying anything."
Lifting her head, she glanced across the many surprised faces.
"Then I'll gladly eat it all." But of course, as soon as their self-imposed shackles were broken, the party finally began to feast.
Sweet and savoury, every single bite. There was something magical about the dishes, or perhaps being away in the oceanic desert had altered their perception of taste after all. What was once tolerable became the norm, and what was normal became a luxury on the battlefield. Sugar, a commodity afforded only when a major milestone was won. But now, as the party ate it all, once again, they were reminded of their leisurely lives from before they'd joined the army to fight against horrors.
Quiet, sublime days came to mind, but so did pain and the lack of each other's company. Aredin, being the only man who still worked in the military to provide for his aging father–knew things would be tough, but just how tough would it all be? He could never have expected. Tris and Hannah, on the other hand, felt indebted to the hero and his companions for having freed them and their people from the tyranny of the humans of Lululalia. Thus, they joined to repay that gesture, but before long, they fell in love with each other and hated the battlefield more than anything.
As for June, the only surviving member of her family after a vampire lord had kidnapped and bled everyone that she knew, she had confined herself in a dusty house so much so that her once pale skin had turned a chalky white. In the end, she only ever joined the war effort to pull herself out of her house and, to a degree, serve under the hero who'd taken down Vlad.
"Can't believe we've come this far, right?" With her belly flipped to the gills, the elf leaned against a wall and curiously picked up a device that looked like a wand. However, the moment it came in contact with her magic, the wand began vibrating in her hand. "What the–"
A streak of blush crossed her cheeks, yet her embarrassment only fueled everyone else's curiosity. From vibrating toys to lube and fleshlights that spun around the dick, there was plenty for the party to explore and although they were against the idea at first, being sated now–the depraved thoughts felt quite enticing.
Like a cigar after a hearty meal or a smoke after sex, their bodies began to crave it–and it wasn't long before June used her woodland magic to form a barrier of vines between herself and the other couples.
"Roselia 'swa!" Thus, separated in the room with a wall of rose thorny rose bushes with vines between them, the couples drew towards each other and let their desires carry them instead of their minds.
A kiss here and there, a touch of the magic wand circling around the nips, the nape, and eventually down there, erupted into moans and mingled with the rest of their surroundings. That night, for the first time in months, they made love to each other with unhindered passion. No care for anyone else, not a worry in the world, nor the fear of being devoured by a horror in their dreams.
Sometimes it only takes a taste of passion to forget about your worries. A warm hug by a lover or maybe a passionate kiss, but to take it beyond it all, as their bodies mingled with each other, the couple felt as one and without realizing it, they bore fruit from the tree of life–the very spine of Nerva! And with the fairy mothers' blessings, something entirely new was born–or at least it would be, soon enough.
However, with that time yet to pass, the couple remained blissfully unaware of their own wrongdoing. How could they know after all, when not even the goddess of absurdity had a clue as to what was happening in her own city? Too busy following a tragic tale soon to follow, Elenaria kept a close eye on Mono. Although not as clairvoyant as Athenia, the goddess of the stars knew what would soon follow.
A tragic tale after another, perhaps it was time to look for another chosen, or maybe there was yet time for her to be saved by the tragedy to be struck in just a few more days. Either way, she had a decision to make–one she was pushing further and further away for her city as well as her own sake.
'Time has slipped through our fingers, my chosen. Be brave and you'll get past her death.' Those words echoed in the goddess's head, but were they the truth or a lie to keep her from tipping over the edges? Only time could tell, maybe a week and at most a month. The clock was ticking on Elenaris, and it lay on its queen to make the right decision when that time came. 'Why did it have to come to this?'
As the night waned further, the tragedies to come took an even greater hold of the city. One from which it may never recover.
