Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

"Can you please join me? I…" With a heavy heart, she drew a deep breath and sighed. Then shifting her gaze to his hand, she grabbed hold of him and instead of asking anymore, she simply led him inside.

Curious as to what was wrong, Raven didn’t wait for an explanation and instead peered into her mind to figure out what was troubling her. The scars on Helga, her knowledge of the Mistress’s crime, her crude words about the children, as well as their conversation about the whole matter, became apparent to him in a matter of seconds.

Being probed so deeply, Aria knew Raven had seen through her memories, but she didn’t mind as if it only made things easier for the time being.

"Please don’t do that again without asking," she requested, leaving his hand as she began descending into the steaming bath glazed with a plate of gold. Steam from the hot water muffled the elf’s frame in Raven’s eyes as she descended. And leaving the towel to float about, she let herself down until only her head hovered on the surface.

Deciding to join her as well, Raven began undressing his clothes, giving Aria just enough to admire the lavish new lifestyle they were living. Statues of lions and peacocks cascaded hot water into the bath at all times, ensuring that the bathhouse was ready no matter when the nobles decided to visit.

Then came the chandeliers, casting a golden glow to the water’s surface–painting it such it almost appeared as if Aria was taking a bath dipped in liquid gold.

’If only they didn’t drain it as much…’ Following the drains that led out of the room, the dark elf’s mind shifted to how the water they used was drained off to the lower city to use. The people had no idea, and if it weren’t for hand pumps being as accessible as they were, there was no doubt in her mind that diseases would be rampant.

’Especially since the women in these places fucks orcs and animals…’

Sinking half her face into the water, she made it bubble with an exhale. Watching them pop while Raven finally got in, the elf managed to get the worst of her thoughts out of her mind. Wearing a weak smile, she finally looked at Raven and even moved into his arms. Leaning her head on his chest, she desired nothing more than to be heard.

"What are we fighting for again?" Her eyes a bit numb, she closed them shut and began snuggling up to Raven’s neck. "We’re allowing a monster to do as she pleases in our own home while venturing out to save the world…or so they say."

"I…" Going through similar frustrations, Raven placed his hand onto Aria’s head. Caressing her lightly, he leaned closer and planted a brief kiss on her forehead. "I don’t know at this point, but I doubt stopping now would be any better." Stay updated through мѵʟ

"I know…" Rubbing her face against his neck some more, she looked up into his eyes. Staring at his charming face, she let out a light chuckle before grabbing his hand and moved it onto her neck. "I know this isn’t more than seasonal depression, so help me get through it, will you?"

With a gentle caress, she reeled him in. It didn’t take a spell to bind them into a bittersweet yet passionate kiss. And knowing what she loved, Raven moved his hand around her body while also squeezing her neck tightly. Digging his fingers deep into his flesh, he gripped her like a piece of meat meant for fucking.

Yet being a dark elf, it proved not to be a sign of his lust but rather his passion and love for her and her body.

’Slap me~’ Feeling connected by the mind, Aria desired the roughest form of Raven’s love. Slaps, spanks, and even spitting, those were but the start of beginning of her urge–for what she wanted from him was far more degrading. ’Break me and leave me used like a rag, bite me with your teeth, and slash my skin with your claw-like nails.’

Her desires grew more and more, and finally Raven decided to give her what she wanted after a quick break of their kiss. Grabbing her face, he looked into her eyes with pure disgust–almost as if he was looking at an abhorrent criminal. But then came a slap–the echo of which rippled through the bathhouse, and even rang inside their heads.

"More…" Whispered the elf as she slowly turned her head to face Raven.

A trickle of blood had already painted her violet lips a crimson hue, despite that the elf wanted more abuse, more roughness–hells! She wanted to feel like she was being raped by a raging bull! And so, trailing her fingers down Raven’s belly and resting it on the tip of his breeder, she caressed it with her palm in a hasty attempt to excite him.

"Rough me up and make me forget who we are, I just wanna be your woman for the night." Moving her fingers further down his throbbing shaft, the elf lifted herself on her toes and shared the taste of her blood through yet another kiss.

While otherwise immune to all forms of charms and hex, the rugged desires of the elf drew out his fae and slowly inched him toward being feral. All limits were to be broken, all desires unchanged, and their bodies would clash together until they were chained as one until their desires were sated.

Knowing full well that he felt the same urge for each other, the dark elf smiled–but to her surprise, she was slapped like a slut right after. However, instead of feeling pain and anger, her excitement grew further. Thus with a smile on her face once more, she looked up at him and whispered.

"Leave me bruised and torn from the insides!" And that’s exactly what Raven had planned.