Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 959: Cucking A Lord - Part 3(18+)

Burying himself balls deep, Raven watched as Jeanne’s body quivered right under him. His hands roamed her pure white skin, pressing into her flesh while the restless woman struggled with the absurd rigidity of the hero’s dick. Slowly moving himself out of her body, Raven heard a gasp escape Jeanne’s lips, and the wet sounds of her pussy releasing him ever so slightly echoed in his ears, pleasantly.

"G-ahhh~," with her lower lips tightly kissing Raven’s girthy shaft, Jeanne felt every inch and every vein through her lower half as if she was kissing her with her proper lips. "I...my p-pussy...i-it’s–"

Before another word left her mouth, Raven slammed his cock right back inside Jeanne’s steaming hole. She jumped forward with a groan, though her grip on the hero’s dick kept her ass from falling to the bed. Watching her skin turn a deep red with her face buried in the pillows, Raven started slapping her cheeks with rhythmic strokes.

Every thrust spanked her perfect pink pussy folds, making them redder with every thrust and even imprinting the contour of the hero’s balls against her pearly skin. Watching her hair cascading down her shoulder and the sweat from just the start of their coupling pooling into the dip of her spine, Raven scouped Jeanne’s hair and pulled them back with one hand–while the other remained on her left asscheek until...

"Come on! Throw it back, you slut!" Spanking her ass, Raven decided to motivate the innocent little damsel in distress. Lifting her upper body to make her show her mess of a face as she edged the lines of orgasm, he pulled her all the way back until her ass was pressed flat against him and her upper body was curved like a bow. "I wanna hear you say how much you want me, how much you wanna serve the man who saved your city. Say it, your future husband demands you to be truthful, say it in case anyone’s got any doubt left that this is what you want, that this is what you need!"

At a loss for words, the lord in the background simply watched in horror. He knew to whom the hero was referring, and Jeanne knew that as well. But instead of verbally agreeing to the hero’s demand, her agreement came in the form of her body tensing up as a flood of her pussy juices shot out of her slit like the pressed nozzle of a hose.

A half groan accompanied by an utter lack of movement and even breathing, Jeanne’s body stiffened up and fell back into Raven’s arms. Ignoring the question and all for there was no longer any need for her to speak when her body had spoken for her, Raven laid Jeanne on the bed flat and lay on top of her–his cock still buried to the end of his dick.

Lacing his fingers with hers from behind, Raven lay flat over the girl and moved with his hips and, in turn, pinned her body between himself and the bed. Through her he could feel his cock stretching the contour of her stomach, pressing into the softness of the mattress, and it helping him keep himself with those soft fleshy walls of an innocent maiden. Digging deeper into her body, Jeanne quivered from her very core. Vibrating around the hero’s dick and squeezing where she felt like there should be respite.

The bed rocked under the heat of their rut, creaking with the groans of wood and the woman being devoured above. Feeling the soft flesh of the innocent chancellor dipping against a push from his balls, Raven felt like his body was being devoured into warm, big mounds of cotton. And the insides squeezed around him like the pop of a corked bottle; every release was a pop, and every push was a tight fit that didn’t seem to get any looser.

"I-I’m cumming..." Jeanne whimpered yet again.

She’d already climaxed a few times in silent agony, but this time, looking over her shoulder at Raven, she wanted him to know. After all, his monstrous shaft was throbbing like an artery itching to burst and shoot out semen. Thus, with a longing in her eyes as deep as the stories of knights and princesses that she’d read, she held on just long enough while grinding her ass across Raven’s balls while he was buried to the hilt inside of her pussy.

With a gasp, Raven laid his entire weight onto her, whispering and groaning into her ears as waves of orgasms washed over them both. Filling the chancellor to the brim and even overflowing her squirting hole, he lay over her panting. Allowing his heat to seep into her while the afterglow kept them locked together still.

Meanwhile, anger and the pain of chastity had knocked Haurum out. The hurt was too much, and his already failing heart didn’t keep him conscious for the entire ordeal. Kledia and Valeria were both asleep as well, though their reasoning was far different than the unconscious man. It wouldn’t be long before Raven would have to get up and carry the fat lord to his room. A few tweaks to his memory and it would all feel like a nightmare.

Although making him an obedient servant would serve him better, Raven didn’t want to alter the consulate members if he could help it. If the knowledge of his ability were to get out, Joselia’s trust in him would crumble to bits, especially if she suspected him of having used it. And a change in Haurum? Any other person would’ve been much easier to hide, but the arrogant lord was far riskier.

Alas, time for such contemplation would come later. There were still a few days left in the hero’s vacation, and a tour of the city was in just about a few hours. Brien was busy making the last-minute arrangements for the hero’s entourage, including his lovers. Joselia was busy with paperwork, and the rest of everyone was either still struggling with the weight of the world on their shoulders or finally learning how to relax–having seen their leader smiling a true smile for the first time in a long time.

Gone was the monster–the part of darkened Nightsilver. Now what remained, Raven intended to enjoy it as himself before the riskiest mission of his life–a heist of children in the den of Nerva. But even that thought had to wait for a while; the vacation was on, and until Athenia was done with her ploy–nothing could be done.

’A few days more, enjoy it while you can. They might just be your last.’ Thinking that to himself, Raven knew that it was time to move and get this vacation going.