Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

"UGHH! How big is this damned place!" Tired of wandering around all day looking for Mel, Helga walked up to a dead end and just sat down on the ground. Resting one hand on her knee while the other supported her slanted posture, she glanced over at Raven who seemed just as tired as her. "I'm too fucking old for this."

"You're just tired, not old," Raven replied as he sat down beside her.

Scoffing at his remark, she looked at him with bafflement. Given her immortality outside battle, she had almost forgotten that the world kept moving yet her body had remained the same. The same blush to her tone, the same blue eyes, and a sharp look on her brows that made her seem perpetually mad.

"You have no clue kid," she responded before laying down on her back.

Staring into the dark ceiling, she wondered when would be her time. Sooner or later it was bound to come, and the thought of leaving her daughter in the hands of these young men terrified her somewhat while also reassured that they'd at least be looked after.

"Tell me something," fighting the urge to just accept herself into the earth, the Valkyrie glanced sideways at him. "A dark pixie child, why are you still holding back? I know there's something in those eyes of yours that you're trying to suppress. Are you afraid of your nature?"

'It's almost like I'm looking in the mirror after all those battles. The men, the women, and the children we massacred, all because they followed a false god.' Even more concerned over some of her own actions that she dared not relive even in her mind, Helga awaited an answer from the young boy.

"What do you mean?" But Raven had no clue what she was talking about.

"Deception, sex, the greed for more and more of other people's stuff. Those are the pixies I know, so why are you fighting those urges when you could harness their power?" Considering Raven would be fighting alongside the hero for who knows how long, the very fact that he was holding back on himself was deeply concerning to Helga. "In war, you do everything you have to–"

"What exactly are you talking about?" Cutting her off, the mage looked at her with confusion.

"Fine, I'll tell you…" Sitting back upright, Helga shut her eyes for a moment before starting to explain. "I was fighting against a dragon lord in the last holy war, he was far too powerful and influential, and I well…dorned the innocent look of a peace offering."

Opening her eyes, she looked into Raven's eyes.

"I got close to him, pretending to be just a normal girl, but I got even closer to his sons, who eventually killed their own father on my command," the entire tale left Raven a bit stunned, he wasn't exactly sure if he heard her right and the whether the implication of getting close meant what he thought it did.

"By getting close you mean…"

"Did I fuck him? Yeah, him-his sons, even their wives after I took them prisoner. At that time, I took great pleasure in doing so to the point that the next time I went to fight, my body felt like an immovable force," a faint smile near to nonexistence slipped on Helga's face. "It was before I got married, long before.

I even used to visit the first iteration of what you youngsters call the succubus maze. Regardless, I won't tell you to force yourself on dragons or choke the life out of their eyes, but staying true to our cruel nature as humans works great in wartime."

Slowly pulling herself out of those memories, Helga finally noticed the look of shock on Raven's face. But instead of trying to clarify anything, she decided to make one thing clear again.

"After all of this is over, however, and you marry one of my daughters, I won't tolerate you sleeping around, unless, of course, my rascals don't mind sharing their man," having had a very sexual upbringing, Helga was far more open about sex than Raven expected.

But being a born playboy, he shrugged it off with a smile. However, what happened next froze his body in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he was pinned to the ground by Helga's hands. Laying on top of him with her lips heaving deep breaths, the Valkyrie's eyes had grown slightly dreamy.

"W-what are you do–" Pressing her finger against his lips, Helga sealed Raven's lips.

"Speaking of sex, I just remembered that I wanted to test out how much of a man you really are," having heard the rumors from the Boartooth about Raven making different girls moan all night, Helga wanted to put those rumors to the test, not just to satisfy her curiosity, but also to test the ride out for her daughters.

Not entirely opposed to the idea, Raven moved his hand around Helga's burly body and squeezed her flesh under his fingers.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, smirking.

"Shushsss~' Pressing her finger on his lips again, she leaned in and whispered into his ears. "I've been milking young dicks before you were born, so just let me handle it and I'll show you why I love spears so much."

Lacing her words with innuendos, Helga grabbed Raven's hand on her body and slowly moved them down to her ass. Even through the leather skirt, the lightest squeeze of her body was enough to make his fingers sink into the milf's ass.

Slowly caressing the side of Raven's face, Helga stuck out her tongue and left a streak of her saliva across his face with a lick. Then with a devious smile, looking at him, she bit his lower lip before breathing words that turned Raven hard in a second.

"Embrace your desires in war, just like I'm about to embrace mine and suck your cock your balls are empty and your dick goes limp~" Her uncharacteristically depraved words, excited Raven like nothing else, and even though the two were supposed to look for Mel, the search was now paused for until the morning.