Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

"W-wait!" She groaned the moment Raven's lips were about to reach her cleavage. "T-that's a traditional marking by my husband's clan…"

The moment those words left her lips, she shook her head around and reminded herself of why she was doing what she was doing. It no longer mattered if she bore the mark of her husband's tribe, one every woman got once she was married into their clan.

Realizing the tension on Brenna's face, and the words she'd just uttered, Raven decided to take charge and have her abandon what little attachment she had left with her dead husband.

"His clan, huh?" With a smirk on his face, he pulled away from her body for a moment. Then quickly moving himself over to her chest with his cock hanging above her tits, he looked her in the eyes and whispered. "You're my woman now, just like your daughter, so listen closely when I say this–Fuck your husband, he's dead and he doesn't matter."

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU SLUT! PUSH HIM OFF!' Witnessing it all as a spirit with no flesh, Brenna's husband was fuming in rage, but couldn't lift a finger against the two. Glaring at his wife–someone he'd kept on a leash throughout his life, he knew she wouldn't defy him. 'AS IF SHE'LL–'

"Y-you're right," Brenna spoke up, breaking the silence.

'YOU BITCH!' Screamed the fat old spirit of her husband, standing completely nude to the side as he'd died wearing just his skin. Trying to get Raven off, he tried to punch the mage, however, phasing through his body, he was mocked further by his dastardly smile.

"Say it, let out all your frustration! Speak your mind, before I fuck you in front of that ugly bastard's shrine!" Raven exclaimed while pushing his cock between Brenna's cleavage and defiling the mark of the dead man's tribe.

For a moment both the raging spirit and Brenna fell silent, however, with a determined gulp, she opened her lips and finally let the flood of hatred for her husband out.

"You're right, he was awful, a control freak who offered me nothing but a limp dick that never made me cum," blinking her eyes a few times, Brenna glanced down at Raven's cock nestled between her breasts. "That idiot, that damned ball ugly idiot! I hated him! I HATE HIM EVEN NOW!"

Listening to his wife spewing poison, the spirit's eyes widened in shock. Petrified by those words, he stood there watching as Brenna reached for her breasts and squeezed them around Raven's cock. Staring at Raven's cock and rubbing moving her breasts up and down, Brenna leaned her head forward and gave the tip a brief kiss.

"And your dick, it's so much bigger than his clit sized cock," drunk on wine, she no longer had a hold on her tongue. Smiling, the widow bit her lower lip and glanced up into Raven's eyes. "Your finger made me cum more times than he could even dream of, I just wanna kick him in the balls now for making me miss out on what real sex must feel like!"

Sticking her tongue out, Brenna began licking Raven's tip like a popsicle, all the while her hand moved faster and faster to try and squeeze his cum with the help of her breasts.

"I wanna feel what it means to be with a real man, one who made me realize the pleasures of being a woman!" The more insults Brenna hurled at her husband, the harder Raven's got, and once his cock was throbbing with excitement, he curled his fingers around her throat and started fucking her tits herself.

'That ring…' Noticing the wedding ring on Brenna's fingers, Raven quickly took it off. Then slapping her face a few times, he pulled out her tongue and placed the ring on it.

Witnessing it all in utter horror, the spirit pulled on its hair and even fumed through the mouth, he'd never thought his wife would do such things as she'd never been such a slut even for him when he was alive.

'THIS BITCH! THIS BITCH! THIS BITCH!' Despite not having a body at all, the pull of his hair, and the hardness of his cock at the sight, it felt all too real, almost as if he had his body back. 'I'M GONNA KILL THEM BOTH!'

Trying again and again to kick and punch the duo, the husband kept failing and was forced to watch his wife milking a guy far younger and a much more expressive cock. Growing tired with time, his eyes began to flicker–he almost felt his mind drifting as if being swept by the wind.

'W-what's happening?' He thought, no longer present in the moment and subconsciously touching his dainty cock to the sight of his wife servicing another man like his personal slut.

Unaware of his existence, Brenna's heart raced against Raven's throbbing dick as she felt a surge of his cum pulsing out of his cock. Keeping her mouth wide open with the ring still resting on her tongue, she massaged his dick with her breasts and finally managed to shower herself in Raven's cum.

Squeezing her tits around his length, Raven wore a devilish smirk while defiling another man's wife. Flooding Brenna's mouth with his thick semen, he had covered the ring completely right before Brenna gulped his semen and spat the ring out.

"Fuck him," she whispered, her eyes glancing in the direction of her husband's spirit.

'WHAT?!' She couldn't see the spirit at all, but even then she could sense her cuck of a husband touching himself at the sidelines.

"I hated every day with you, and I hope you burn in hell while I enjoy the rest of my life getting fucked by a real man!" Brenna screamed at the top of her lungs, condemning his spirit to the depths of eternal hell.

[Note: Spirits only linger as long as someone can't move on from their passing in this world, and since Brenna moved on, her husband will now only watch her from the torments of hell]