Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

While Raven was busy breaking the seals of two virgins in the castle, Liliyana and Amedith were busy with their own unique roleplay. Back in their room at the Boartooth, the duo had nothing left to do for the night–especially since Rose, whom Amedith still hadn't met since she'd arrived, was fast asleep in her room, having waited all night for the party.

Slipping underneath Amedith's shimmering blue dress, Liliyana's hands hungry moved across his legs. From his thighs to the region around his groin, even caressing his balls playfully, she kept him on his wits ends–all the while her lips brushed, kissed, and licked the tip of his cock.

Holding his dress up lightly with a troubled look on his face, Amedith was struggling to hold back from painting Liliyana's face. But that was only the start of tonight's act and as a clone of Liliyana appeared behind him, his mouth gaped open as her fingers hugged him from the back. Crawling her way into her clothes with her fingers caressing his chest before making their way down to his belly.

Mostly flat with a few bumps to his abs, Amedith's body was as frail looking as a young girl, and yet the cock hanging between his legs protested otherwise, especially when it began spurting cum on Liliyana's face.

Soon after his first orgasmic experience, the two along with one of Liliyana's clones were laying on bed and exploring each other's bodies. Connected with each other at the groin, the devil-fae was grinding her ass in circles, while the clones kept Amedith's tongue busy.

Lost in their own world the two were enjoying each other's company, however, even with their hearts racing and their bodies pumping adrenaline, the devil couldn't shake off the fear of rejection by Amedith's mother, Rose. They hadn't met yet, and it had been almost a week since Rose had begun staying at the Inn. That too was bound to draw her ire, potentially making things much worse.

Drawing her angst with intimacy, she shrugged the worries out of her head and rode Amedith over and over again. Although struggling to keep up with the devil, helped by her charm, the ex-hero barely kept up. As the night grew deeper, the two were forced to retire despite the anxiety in Liliyana's heart returning as quickly as it had fled away.

'We need to talk to her so I can be free from this stupid feeling! Tomorrow for sure!' Were her last thoughts before she fell asleep with Amedith gripped between her hands.

The others from the party were fast asleep in their bed as well, all but one–and considering the demon inside her, the true count would've been two.

"Take me to her," Erika asked, staring at Asmodia standing in front of her.

"To see the goddess?" Squinting her eyes, the devil wasn't really sure if it was a good idea. "I doubt she would like a random late-night visit."

"I need to see what she truly looks like for the idol, no more lying to the people–I want her true self to be seen by those who follow her, not a random version of herself that she likes to portray herself as!" Getting off the bed, Erika pushed further. Enjoy new stories from m-v l'e|m,p| y- r

She wanted to know for soon every man, woman, and child would abandon their previous god and worship her daughter–and so the least she could demand was a visit to see with her eyes what Athenia truly looked like.

"Seeing a god and visiting their church or temple isn't exactly the same thing you know? Not to mention, Athenia isn't exactly in a comfortable spot," the mind of a dead god wasn't exactly a place for humans–especially a pure bred one.

"Nonsense, she met up with us before!" Erika retorted, swinging her hand to the side.

Holding her hands in front of the priestess, Asmodia kept Erika at bay.

'She's agitated, does the representation in an idol really matter that much?' Wondered the devil before speaking up again.

"Fine, but if she gets angry–the blame lies on you, also prepare your mind before we go there. I don't want you freaking out over the smallest thing in front of someone at the cusp of omnipotence," Concluding her side of things, Asmodia sat Erika back down onto the bed, then slipping back into her body she added some more.

"Tomorrow morning, we're gonna go there for now–just sleep and calm down before it's time for our visit."

Since things seemed to be going her way, Erika did as she was told and closed her eyes. Doing so to relax a bit, her body suddenly began to ache. Groaning as the stress of the day came crashing down on her body, she tossed and turned until finally, slumber took over her mind and body.

The morning would bring many new things for her and her party. Them taking over Roswalt's mansion, meeting with Rose, Brenna and Aerin, and even checking up on Linkle while also working on Lana's request to visit the maze. Slowly but surely things were untangling, and once her visit to the goddess was over, Erika could knock another thing off the list of tasks that needed doing.

But before any of that, that very night–the goddess herself would've known that Erika would soon be visiting. That is if she wasn't busy looking at someone or rather someone else being tortured, raped, and eaten alive by goblin zombies.

'Loth's children have surrounded him it seems…' Watching as Roswalt was crawling on the dungeon floor, his body mangled beyond recognition by the goblins, a smile crept up Athenia's lips as she noticed the spirits of the girls whom he'd killed, watching him suffer from beyond their graves.

After their deaths, they'd attached themselves to the monsters. Followed him everywhere, hoping to see him struggle just as he'd made them in their last moments. 'The children of Loth' the goddess called them for they had no face but rather an elongated blob and a dark translucent body with fingers hanging like slime.

The only other striking feature on them was the nightmarish wide smile. In blocks of many, they looked like stones arranged inside a jaw, but through them, the girls consumed the joys of torture of their abuser.

"They say only the words of man can turn spirits into the children of Loth." The goddess whispered before brushing off the disturbing sight. "They won't know peace even when he dies, and once he does, they'll start spreading misery in someone else's life."

Like a disease that lurks inside the body, only to come out at the worst of times, the children would attach themselves to some unfortunate soul–and suck out every joy in their life. They were the leeches of the spiritual realm, every present and yet invisible.

'They've suffered enough so it pains me to do this, but once Roswalt's dead, I'll have to extinguish the leftover flair in those poor souls as well.' Deciding on what to do with them, Athenia waited a few more hours, until it was time for those girls to finally rest–never to be reborn and returned to the eternity of non-existence.