Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Sitting in front of him with the bed shoved to the side and the door barricaded shut, she kept staring into his shaky eyes. Quivering from sparking, her entire body was in disarray, but even so, knowing any moment could be her last, she used everything she had to keep herself from drifting.

"I'll be queen…I'll be queen…I'll be queen, right?" Repeating those words to herself with her glassy eyes staring at Zeil, she struggled her way up and staggered closer to his body. "I'll be your queen, right? This will be mine, I worked for this! Every second of my existence I worked towards that goal!"

Breaking into cold sweats, her sharp nails dug into Zeil's skin. Naked to the skin and tied up so he couldn't struggle, the young king felt her nails digging further and further into his skin before stopping just inches away from puncturing his full bladder.

"AAGHHH!" Despite his mouth taped up, Zeil kept trying to call for help, but all that escaped his lips was a jumble of muffled words.

"Look, you're hard again, ahaha~" The pain from his body had tensed his muscles, and his dick was no exception, but Avarice took his boner for something else entirely. She thought he still loved her, and his hardened cock was proof of it. "That bitch can't steal you away from me anymore, but don't worry darling I'll take care of this."

Chained to the walls and taped to remain shut, the new king was being treated like a prisoner–one that was forced to hold in his pee while being given an aggressive handjob by a dick-milking prosthetic especially designed for him by Avarice herself. Wrapping around his genitals like a squid, it clamped on him tight and began slowly cycling between clockwise and counterclockwise rotations.

"MHNMMM! AHHHH!" Fidgeting his legs about as his spine was shot with a strange mix of pain and pleasure, Zeil kept trying to fight off Avarice, but the ever-increasing speed of the dick-milking fleshlight only made him more subservient.

His mind now empty, his bladder pissing into the fleshlight, and his emptying themselves in it until they began shrinking in size, had Zeil's heart and mind both racing to the point where he kept losing consciousness and waking back up with the rotating fleshlight dehydrating him like a corpse.

"See? So much cum~ Ahaha…" Her eyes blinking at the verge of her consciousness, Avarice finally attempted to pull the fleshlight off of his dick. However, being swollen from the constant dick milking, the prosthetic was now stuck on his cock and she was forced to let it hang by the only ripe-looking thing left on Zeil's body.

"Twelve hours and you're still hard for me, what else do you need as proof to make me your queen!"

Taking a step away, Avarice quickly placed her real arm back in place of the prosthetic. Looking up at Zeil's sunken face, she glared at him with pure rage for a moment. In her eyes, she'd given him her everything, her life, her dedication, even years of unquestioned servitude, then why would he even consider being with a slut who hadn't done anything for him?

That anger was finally being manifested and she could no longer hold it back.

With a deep frown, she gritted her teeth. The thoughts of his betrayal occupied her mind, and in that moment as she looked down at the prosthetic finally slipping off his cock, she didn't think for a moment more before moving forward to crush the source of her problem.

"THIS STUPID THING! SHE CONTROLLED YOU WITH THAT DAMNED TOOL!" Glancing past the hypocrisy of her own words, she pulled her leg all the way back and kicked Zeil in the balls, and splattered them inside his sack.

Thankfully for Zeil, the moment she kicked him his mind went eternally dark. He felt no pain as she continued to kick through his flesh and shattered his bones. Reducing his lower body into nothing but a bloody mess, she didn't stop until her knees made his intestines fall right out.

"F-Fu-fuck you…I did so much…I did so much every day and just one fuCKING NIGHT! ONE FUCKING NIGHT RUINED IT!" Letting herself fall into the mess of her own making, she surrendered herself to her thoughts, and even as Zeil's bloody body fell to the ground, she had no reaction, instead, she only felt herself falling deeper into despair from her own choices.

'What did I do–Actuating protocol: Mo-'

"AGHHHH!!!! STOPPP!" Pulling her own hair as she screamed, Avarice tried to let out her frustration. At first, it seemed to work, but looking towards the entrance as someone banged on it to force their way in, she felt her headache getting even worse."AHHHHH!!! STOPPPPPP!!!"

Pulling her hair even harder, she began banging her skull into the blood-pile of Zeils guts. In the meantime, however, Regalia and the others managed to force their way in through the door. Falling inwards, the massive doors barely missed Avarice's body, even so, she had no reaction except for continuing to pull on her hair and banging her skull against the tiles.

"Zeil…we're too fucking late," astounded by the sight in front of her, Regalia's body was frozen in place. She had not the slightest clue as to what had happened or how she should even react to the murder of a king.

The hero's party, however, having witnessed far more bizarre sights in the corrupted forest quickly got behind their leader and waited for his instructions.

"Stay back if you're not fighting," nudging Regalia with those words, Raven moved inside the room with a sword of darkness conjured in both of his hands. "As for you guys, distract, defend, and thread the needle through any opening you see."

Giving out quick orders, Raven got into a fight stance and decided to be the first to test the battle-maid's abilities. Rushing towards her as she sobbed, he had the blades ready to chop her head clean off, but right as he stepped in a few feet of her, her right eye looked at him sideways.

'Fall back.' He ordered, connecting everyone's mind through his mana-fused eye. 'Remember what Regalia told us about her abilities, don't strike her if her shield is up, it reflects every bit of damage back to you.'

Cautioning his party, he stared into the mono-doll's eye and decided to strike up a conversation.

"I think you know why we're here, so why not cut to the chase so we can get this over wi–" Before his sentence finished, however, he found Avarice's face just inches from his own. Yet instead of freaking out, a smile climbed up his face. "So be it."

The clash of his blades against her iron hands echoed through the room as if marking the initiation of their battle. NovelFire-com-story