Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

An heir was to be made. Milo had ruled for nearly a year at this point in time, but with no sight of a child who would need many years to be nurtured into the next king, things around the castle and amongst high society had grown quite tense. It wasn’t as though the king wasn’t trying to make a child with Viola, but the spirit’s phenotype was proving incompatible with his.

A creature of pure mana, born attached to another’s soul. The snow spirit was pure, untainted, and yet the essence of a truly human man couldn’t bear her any children. Something foreign, even perverse, was needed to break the purity of the woman. Only then could she bloom into something more than she was and give birth to a child half-spirit, half-tangible-flesh.

Even tonight as Milo laid on top of her, Viola moaned into his ears while the king’s cock plunged as deep as it possibly could. A bit lacking even there, his partner erupted with pleasure; however, as if it were an itch left unscratched, Viola failed to experience an orgasm, even once since they’d begun sleeping together.

As the weight of the king’s feeble body lay heavily on top of her chest, she donned a smile and ran her fingers down his back. Caressing him, she cooed the tired king to sleep–unsatisfied herself and yet doing her best to give him her everything.

With everything going on lately and the numerous nobility trying to dawdle between the king and the Mistress for power, Milo along with Viola have both been struggling. The stress of keeping the power-hungry nobles in their pockets while also not pushing Mistress to the point where she was forced to retaliate was a delicate balance–one that neither of them had been ready for at this point in their political life.

Melting into the air as cold air, Viola slipped out of Milo’s grasp and decided to take a stroll down the hallway. She wanted to clear her head since she was left hanging by her husband, and although she could simply pleasure herself, she found it to be a tad bit redundant after doing it every other night once Milo had fallen asleep.

’That pathfinder and the goddess’ voice, they keep pestering me in my sleep as well…Can’t get a moment’s shut eye without either of them trying to gain dominance over Milo’s dreams.’ It had been months since she had a good night’s rest as Pathfinder kept trying to invade their dreams. Thankfully, Athenia was keeping him in check, but even then, the tussle–she was far more sensitive to it than the king. ’What am I supposed to do? We can’t have a kid together, and the situation otherwise isn’t going too well either.’

Thinking of policy yet again, she walked down the quiet corridors with her mind also strolling down one random chain of thoughts after the other.

’After Roswalt was killed at that party, I thought the nobles wouldn’t dare retaliate, and yet the moment the hero was out of the city, their alliance with the Mistress strengthened again.’ Having to keep more influence from falling under the Mistress than they could allow for every day, Viola had grown tired of this back and forth and wanted to suggest a deal with the succubus instead. ’If we have her under contract and both our needs are fulfilled, it should be a much better balance, and we’d no longer need to fight this tense war…’

Heaving a sigh, she decided to suggest it to Milo the coming morning, but before she could finish that thought, the voice of someone nearby rang inside of her head. Curiously humming as she turned to the sound, she found it to be Tia’s room with the door cracked open. Walking closer, she listened more closely and heard Robin talking inside the room as well.

"When can we go back to the mansion? I wanna do it again already!" Screamed the young princess, her voice carrying a breathy and lecherous tone.

"Ophelia doesn’t want us to crowd the place or catch some disease from them since they’d just come back from hell, but–" heaving a sigh, Robin added. "I wanna go and see him too. Maybe just a touch…I just….haaa~"

’What are they talking about?’ Curious, Viola decided to give the door a knock.

For a moment, she heard the ruffling of clothes. Then, as she slowly entered the room, she was met with the blushing maidens sitting by the coffee table. A cup of tea was poured in front of the girls, and the rising steam coming from it relayed the freshness of the brew. Glancing between the two girls, Viola made her way inside, her mind searching for clues to find out what was happening just a moment ago.

"Why aren’t you girls in bed? Did you have a nightmare or something?" Walking up to the table, she noticed a streak of milky water drizzled over the coffee table. Raising an eyebrow at the sight, she looked Tia in the eye and asked. "Geez, Tia, do I need to re-educate you on etiquette? Have we not poured enough tea for our guests to know how it’s done without spilling anything?"

"N-no, I just got a bit careless…" Shying away from Viola’s gaze, the princess crossed her legs and looked away from the queen.

"We were just talking about stuff and didn’t realize how late it had gotten!" Jumping to the rescue, Robin tried to divert the queen’s attention.

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’What is going on with these two?’ Looking at Robin, who was crossing her legs and leaning forward, Viola knew that the two were trying to hide something from her. Noticing a strange twitch in their bodies and the pouring sweat, she waved her hand to chill them with a burst of cold wind. Quivering as the wind hit them in the face, the two covered their mouth and let out a moan behind closed lips.

Shaking even more, especially near their hips, the two kept adjusting uncomfortably in their chair while waiting for Viola to just go away.

"What is going on?" The queen said out loud, grabbing the duo by their shoulders and pulling them off what was a pair of dildo’s made in the shape of Raven’s cock. Hearing the popping sound of their pussies as they were lifted, a blushed instantly crept up Viola’s face. Blushing immensely, she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen.

The princess and her friend sitting on dildos with their pussies squirting rivers the moment they were pulled off of it.

’WHAT THE HELL?!’ She had no clue how they got them and why they would do such a thing, but in their embarrassment, the girls were more than happy to explain it to her, however long it might take.