Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!-Chapter 638: Another Night With The Valkyrie - Part 3(18+)

A hand to her neck, and still her hips swayed like the gentle waves of a river. Grinding on top of Raven's body, his fingers squeezing tightly on her throat, Helga urged him to rough her up even more harshly. The first of which came as Raven meeting her hips with upwards thrust, pounding away at her already packed pussy. Like saliva cum drizzled out of her tight folds and even as she squirted the squeezing of her pussy walls around his dick refused to loosen up at all.

"That's it! I wanna feel your every vein indented inside my body for days after this is over!" Leaning forward, she grabbed him by the shoulders and stared at his face with a fierce smirk. "And what are you waiting for, use your other hand to bruise my asscheeks and that filthy mouth to call me all sorts of names your flirt! AHAhAHA~"

"If that's what you want, you insatiable whore…" Squeezing both her neck and her ass, Raven flipped around on the bed and pinned Helga under his body. Moving her legs over his shoulders, he let gravity do its work and weigh his entire body on top of her. Claiming her lips next as she was left balled up under his chest, the hero finally pulled himself all the way out of her tight sluthole and guided himself to that fat ass that she was begging so much to be teased over.

"YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" Just as excited as ever, Helga moved her arms around Raven's upper body as he began forcing his way through her tight asshole. As he dug deeper and deeper, however, the valkyrie's toes curled up, and a squealing moan escaped her lips. "AGHH! S-shit…AHHH~"

Doing it from the front was one thing but the back–her juicy ass that is, was far from as experienced as her front–so much so that for once she could feel her body fighting the throbbing and girthy invasion. Her teeth gritted shut, she struggled through the stretch, a Raven burrowed himself deeper within her fleshy walls. Squeezing around him subconsciously from the pain and excitement, she could feel every groove, every curve of his bumpy veins.

Finally, as his cock began to pump in and out, and in and out, Helga's hold on her tongue slipped completely.

"OH F-FUCK! FUC–AHHH!~" She wrapped her arms tight around the hero's body, and as he savoured every inch of her body, in a breathy whisper, she said to him. "D-don't even think of stopping you f-fucking bastard…"

And so heeding her request, Raven pounded away like a piston, his cock already drenched in her pussy juices frothing up her holes as he kept on thrusting for who knows how much longer. As the juices drained down Helga's round and reddened buttocks, and her pussy squirted from the sensation of being poked into from the other side, the valkyrie came and came again and so did the hero but not before making his partner lose her mind from constant orgaming.

One hour turned to two, and many more came until the morning dew settled on rosebush. Their hearts sated and minds now clear, the two laid on each other's chests with their minds and bodies still mingled as one. Now that the pleasure was over, it was time to discuss something more pressing. But not wanting to break the moment at once, Raven moved a hand down Helga's cheeks and asked.

"You still don't wanna reconsider being one of my wives?"

Lifting her gaze, her hand still caressing the base of Raven's dick, all the while the rest of his girth was pulsing inside of her pussy–Helga flashed a weak smile and whispered to him.

"Make good on your promise to get rid of the council, and maybe then we can talk…"

"Alright then, a few years is all you'll have to wait for, so be ready with that answer," Raven responded, smiling as well.

"A few years to raise an army like we had?" Chuckling to herself, Helga pulled herself up. Leaning her back against the wall, she curled her legs inwards and glanced at Raven sideways. "We had soldiers like you, not in the thousands but millions. Each one as strong as you, hero–going up against the elder gods as an army and winning."

Sensing something important on the cusp of her lips, Raven pulled himself up as well and decided to sit shoulder to shoulder beside the valkyrie. Following him with her gaze, Helga remained quiet until he was settled.

"Back then, Nerva–she was fresh with rot, with corruption. There were no pastures or lush trees, just ashen dirt and graves everywhere," shaking her head, she looked to her painted toes. Her daughters had helped her with them before the party visit. She thought of them as hideous, and yet the love of a child oozed from their glittering glister. "Maybe if we had the artisans from the end of the world, the city where Razor's from, maybe then we would have a chance, but those bastards are as stubborn as that immortal man."

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Raven made her look at him. With squinted eyes, he stared at her dejected face and asked.

"Nerva, I've heard Asmodia even Athenia mention that name before; and what artisan are you talking about, maybe we can convince them to help?" The weakest of smiles cracked on Helga's lips, but they didn't last long at all. Moving Raven's hand away, she took a deep breath and sighed in defeat.

"You're better off not knowing who she is and the artisans–why do you think they chose the end of the world as their home?" Nodding along, she wanted to hear Raven's answer before saying anything. But when the hero couldn't come up with anything more than a confused expression, she explained. "Because they want nothing to do with the rest of the world. Try to approach them and they'll shoot you to the end of the world with their anti-magic canons."

Even though the Valkyrie was being secretive about what she knew, with but a gentle tug on her chin, her defences quickly melted away.

"Fine…You flirtish devil," she said, unable to help a smile.

Thus, at last, the hero comes to know the truth of his world and the trust that lies at the end of the world.