Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Burning deep with each other\'s warmth, feeling each other\'s flesh warping around or inside their bodies, and the flow of their juices mixing with each other before eventually turning into a frothy foam that only further fueled their lust, Erika\'s pussy squeezed around Raven while his cock throbbed against her walls and forced them to expand.

The pumping of their hips and the rubbing of their genitals, had their minds constantly teetering towards an orgasm and when it came they experienced it together like a warm spray of a frothy shower.

Even as they grew tired and laid beside each other, their bodies stayed connected and their hips casually rubbed against each other. Simmering in each other\'s juices, the most sensual of their parts kept filling up inside Erika, until her body was so tightly packed that nothing could go in and neither could Raven take out his cock.

The pressure of being squeezed made him wanna blow another laid in her pussy, but instead of letting his passion run hot, Erika soothed his mind with a gentle hug from her sweat-chilled body.

"To think you used to be someone I had to look after…" Brushing Raven\'s hair to the side, she smiled with the girth of his cock still stretching her body. "And now look at you, all grown up and doing such naughty things with big sister. Well, I\'m not exactly your sister, but that\'s what I felt like my role was in our chaotic family."

Brushing his nose against hers, Raven cupped her face between his fingers. Squeezing her cheeks a little, he smiled before pressing their foreheads together.

"Thanks for always getting us out of trouble, I doubt we could\'ve survived without you covering up our shenanigans." Muffling a laugh behind closed lips, he wrapped his hands around her body and pulled Erika into an even tighter hug.

"I couldn\'t do everything though…" Looking over to the spot under Raven\'s arms where the brand used to be, Erika caressed the region gently before bringing her gaze back up to him. "It must\'ve hurt being branded like an animal, I\'m sorry."

"Sorry for what?" He asked, his eyes squinted slightly.

Erika gaze dejected at his question, but taking a deep breath to gather her courage she looked him in the eye and responded.

"For allowing them to do it to you like you were cattle. I should\'ve–" Sealing her lips with a shushing finger, Raven forbade her from completing her thoughts.

"We were children, and you didn\'t cause it, the monsters in veils did." Moving his face closer while his eyes continued to peer into hers, Raven could feel his lips brushing against hers, however, instead of a kiss, he just wanted their bodies to be as close as possible. "It\'s not your fault so stop beating yourself up for it. Besides, you already healed it, didn\'t you?"

For once in ever, Erika\'s eyes went numb with a storm of emotions. Through quivering lips, she attempted to speak, and even though the weight on her shoulder felt like it had been lips, no words came out. Thus, instead of speaking, she buried her face against Raven\'s neck and squeezed his body tight.

Locking his arms around her as well, the mage blanketed her in comfort. Tightly joined in more ways than one, the two submitted to the night and in the warmth of each other\'s bodies slipped into slumber.

\'I suppose even I should grow a heart…\' Sitting in the corner of a room, Asmodia had watched it all transpire. Neither Raven nor Erika knew that she was out, and the devil would have it no other way as she often enjoyed watching passion take its natural course without the adulterants of a peeping gaze.

However, despite her mind telling her to sympathize with the two and their hearbound connection, she could feel nothing towards the kind of relationship the two had.

"I wonder if the Creator intentionally created us with an inability to sympathize with humans and humanoids?" Questioning things beyond her reach, the devil sent the rest of her watching the lovers cuddling all night. It reminded her of her own time with Asvaam, the goddess of good and evil who wielded the heavenly gavel.

\'What would I not give to spend one more night with her?\' For weeks and months she would make love to the goddess, and being a heavenly deity, there was no need for any breaks for either. To slip under her transparent nightgown and drink from her fountain of boundless pleasure, the thought alone had Asmodia feel a tingling sensation in her groin.

Four times as tall as the demon she loved, Asvaa would often get off the bed between their sessions to walk around, even take a shower, and yet like a leech sucking blood, the demoness would be stuck to her belly and devouring her nectar even as she walked around.

\'I suppose that\'s what has killed my drive for sex with humans, after all, to lay with a god can\'t be matched by the likes of mortals.\' Bringing her attention back to the lovers, Asmodia stared at them for a while and as she saw in them a flicker of what she had with Asvaa, the smallest ember of care did spark inside her heart. \'Not so different, huh?

Love does make us all stupid and blind, after all.\'

Before the night was over, the devil was made to wonder by the sight in front of her eyes. \'I wonder if I can change my title from the devil of seduction to the devil of passion?\' Although a master of seductive tactics in her prime and even now, much like the goddess, Asmodia could feel herself changing from the inside.

But whether this change would make her go soft or strengthen her further only time could tell and the lack of an answer kept the devil on the fence.