Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 67: Mhnmm~ I Want It!

Writhing in heat with sweat dripping down her thighs; the edge of her hair, and those heaving breasts perked up on both sides, Brenna licked her lips and sighed. The fire bustling in her heart had yet to be quenched, and even though her bedroom had now been turned into a shrine for her husband, she couldnʼt help touching herself.

Drenched in sweat while thinking back to the time when Raven touched her down there, she felt herself drifting even though her mind kept screaming for her to stop.

ʼI feel thirsty…ʼ Sweating like a pig through hours of edging, Brenna finally pulled herself off the futon on the floor and made her way toward the kitchen. The sound of her cold feet echoed through the hallways, but along with it, she heard the subtle grunting coming from the guestroom. It was fainter than a whisper yet the hollowness of the night amplified the sound tenfold.

ʼIs that–ʼ Halting in her tracts, she couldʼve sworn it was her daughterʼs voice. Cautiously moving towards the room, her fears became more and more real.

”Mhnmm!” The muffled moans of Aerin bled out of the sliding door.

Freezing in place to the sound, Brenna couldnʼt believe what was happening. She knew Raven had made his move on her daughter before, but to think it stretched so far, she hadnʼt had a clue.

”Turn around,” hearing Ravenʼs voice coming out as well, her mind was pulled out of the stunned state.

Not a moment after those words trailed into her ears, the sound of clashing flesh echoed from inside the room. A bit hesitant, a bit curious, the mother of one, pressed her nail against the paper door. Tearing a small hole, she leaned in further, and the first thing she saw left her astounded.

The toned back of the man with sweat draining down his spine, all the while his bare hips clashed against her daughterʼs ass. Her hands gripped by Raven, he pulled Aerin back in his direction every time he went for a thrust. Watching the entire motion unfold as the mage went balls deep in her daughterʼs pussy, Breanna gulped heavily and yet continued to watch.

Seeing that monster of a dick drenched in her daughterʼs juices, her eyes were glued to their motion while deep in her mind, she wondered how it must feel for her daughter to be ravaged by that thing. The way it stretched her lower lips before closing in on its length as if being sucked into the mouth, had Brenna biting her own lips.

ʼI-itʼs so much bigger than–ʼ Thinking back to her husband, she gulped once more. The weight of his death still weighed heavy on her, but her eyes locked onto those swaying hips and the muscular back–urged her to reach down her belly and onto her clit. Rubbing it between her thumb and index, she heaved a gentle groan before slipping her two fingers into her mouth.

Closing her eyes, she simply listened to the sounds of her daughterʼs moans and the clashing of flesh that clapped in the background. Imagining herself to be sucking on that massive plum cock, she moved her tongue around those fingers and even moved them in and out. Slowly opening her eyes back up, she stared at the two going at it in front of her again.

However, instead of seeing Aerin, she saw herself throwing her ass back against Ravenʼs cock.

The thought of it sliding down into her pussy and banging against her womb, flooding it with his juices, and knocking her up with a dozen kids–made her eyes roll all the way up while her fingers circled around her clit even harder. Being a mother already that too one nearing the end of her prime, she wanted to feel that tightness around her belly before the possibility was gone forever.

ʼWhy am I-I still watching?ʼ With a shake of her head, Brenna stepped away from the door. Her heart pounding hard in her chest, reminded her of what sheʼd just done. Instead of stopping her daughter and the mage, she simply watched the two fucking each otherʼs brains out. However, even now after she was done, that aching feeling for more just hadnʼt disappeared.

”I…want it,” she whispered, her heart resolving to slobber all over that monster cock.

Thinking about it over and over, she wandered over to the kitchen and finally got a glass of water from an etched pot. But as she gulped it down, all she could think of was how much she wanted to taste him, how much she wanted it not to be water but something else. Why? Sheʼd never done anything like that with her husband, so why was her mind plunging deeper and deeper into depravity?

The answer was simple but dilemmatic.

On one hand, she was free from a monster, one that had chained herself to low expectations while at the same time expecting the most out of her, and on the other, her guilt was chipping away at her heart, after all, she had murdered her own husband–something even her daughter blamed her deeply for. And despite that…

ʼDo I care?ʼ She pondered as she let the glass down. ʼHeʼs dead, then whatʼs stopping me? Aerin did the same by going against our wishes, so why canʼt I if itʼll make me happy?ʼ

Still struggling with that dilemma, she made her way back to her room, making sure to cover her ears so she wouldnʼt have to hear her daughterʼs moans all the way. Once inside her room, she glanced over to the shrine where their bed used to be. In its place was a portrait of her husband and her in their wedding clothes. Staring at it for a spell, she clicked her tongue before putting out the incense.

”Youʼve haunted me long enough, just move on,” she warned, completely oblivious to her husbandʼs spirit foaming in rage right beside her futon.

Confined to that room, the fat leech had no way of knowing what was going on inside her head, however, with full intentions to seduce Raven, Brenna was about to show him exactly what she had planned for the very next night.