Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

"E-four," picking up a pawn, Milo made the first move.

Lifting his gaze to the spirit before him, a smile crept up his lips as his eyes laid on the cold glister of her body. Near translucent with a dazzle of blue emanating through her skin, the snow-spirit faery was a familiar soul-bonded to the young prince.

"C-five," picking a piece of her own, she stumped the prince with an unusual move.

"Every Time you've gone for E-five and won, why did you change it now?" He asked, curious as to what was going on inside her head.

"Hmm," blinking her eyes a few times, she noticed Maira leading Raven's group towards the garden. "Sure it doesn't free up my bishop, and though my queen may have a free spot to move, it makes no sense to move her just yet."

"Then why?" Milo tried to push further before noticing her gaze going right over his shoulder.

Turning around, he caught the sight of his mother leading a group of people toward the gazebo the two of them had been playing chess. The sight confused him, even more so than Viola's confusing move.

'Her in the garden?' Sharing her allergy to sunlight although only partially, Milo was bemused as to why she would burn herself trying to show the guests around the garden.

"Sometimes," hearing Viola speak again, Milo turned his head to face her. "The best move you can make doesn't have to be the most logical."

Before he could even make sense of what she'd just said, the clicking of his mother's heels beside him made him shift his attention back to her. Glancing up from his chair at her, he caught a flicker of change reflected directly in her eyes. Something had happened, something had changed, and yet trying to catch it at a glance was proving more than a little difficult.

'She smells of a new man…' Viola thought and it flooded into Milo's mind. He could hear her well, and yet it took a moment for him to realize what she meant.

With squinted eyes he glared at his mother, half disappointed, half disgusted to be in her presence.

'With whom?' He asked.

'That faery child is right to her.' Viola responded through their shared thoughts.

'Fairy?' Asked Milo, unsure if he'd heard her right.

"Milo, can you move your game somewhere else?" Before Viola could answer, however, Maria brushed him off as if swatting a fly.

"Not before you tell me what's happening," glancing back to the others behind her, his eyes scowled at Raven. "And since when did you start sleeping with men my age? I thought your depravity was limited to rugged guards."

Though they'd guessed as much, Raven's company were all frozen in shock the moment the truth came out of Milo's mouth. The queen, however, remained unshaken and so did Raven as he returned Milo's stare with his own.

"Now I have nothing against you mage, but what is that saying that's rather crude?" Pressing his finger on his chin, Milo got off the chair and Viola got off alongside him.

"Don't stick your dick in crazy?" While the prince kept musing over it, Viola came out right and said it.

"V-Viola!" A bit embarrassed to hear her say that crude word, Milo looked at her with the brightest blush. Smiling sheepishly in response, the faery couldn't get enough of his flustered expression.

'A fae will remain a fae, I guess?' He thought, and Viola nodded like an innocent child.

"If it's so cumbersome for you to move your butt out of my way, then perhaps you should go and check on your father, he just fell off the throne and possibly got a concussion you know," hearing Maria drop that news so casually, Milo wasn't sure if she was being entirely serious.

But when her expression didn't change upon looking at her, he knew that his viper of a mother wasn't lying. Overwhelmed with a sense of urgency, the prince grabbed Viola's arm and rushed back into the castle to check on his father.

"Now let's talk," pulling out a chair for Raven, the queen gestured for him to settle down.

As he took her up on the offer, the others were gestured to get chairs of their own. Once everyone but the queen had settled, Maria settled down on Raven's lap with her hands locked around his shoulders.

"Isn't this a bit too much?" Mel mumbled, growing a bit worried about anyone else seeing them.

"Y-yeah…Can you get her off of you at least?" Aria requested the mage, more worried about their safety.

"T-this isn't right, you know. The go-goddess will punish you for cheating on your husband," Erica added, her mind flooded with the confession about all the women wanting to spend the night with the hero's aid.

Lastly, Amdeith locked in his chastity, he was already feeling rock hard inside the cage after having watched Raven spank her ass–and yet with the metal casing his dick, he could neither think straight nor form any words.

"Oh come on, sweetheart," wearing a bright smile, Maria looked into Erica's eyes. "Don't tell me you've never done anything against the goddess's dogma? No sex? No touching? No thought about a man at night?"

Feeding her those words, the queen inevitably reminded her of when she'd touched herself for the very first time. The whispering confession of mother lusting for young boys whom their sons played with, the depravity of those very sons lusting after their families, and the sneaky misadventures of the young girls sneaking away into dark alleys to be fucked silly by their lovers.

Heaving heavily at those memories, Erica could feel her heart racing along with a rush of heat crawling under her skin.

Hanging her head low, she turned quite like Amedith. Still staring at the flustered priestess, the queen kept smiling.

"Ask away then, but I'll stay like this in my new master's arms," having completely submitted to the charm, the queen wanted to be Raven's slave even though she knew it was wrong.

The effect of the charm only made a woman more inclined to do what he asks, but with the queen being so forward, Raven knew that she's truly turned into his personal slut.

"Fine…" Placing his hand around her waist, he squeezed her ass in front of everyone. "Answer me, what do you know about the murders?"

Even though the matter being discussed was dire, just watching Raven treat the queen like a cheap whore had everyone from his party just look at him with utter shock.

'What the fuck did he do?!' Thought Mel, beyond baffled as to what could turn a woman so submissive towards a man in one night.

The other had the same thought, although with the queen moving Raven's free hand on her breasts, they started becoming more horny than they were baffled.

"Very well, Master~" Said the queen, her lips slowly reaching for Raven's right before everyone.