Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 133: Disbelief And Council(18+)

"W-what?!" The very first-time Amedith laid eyes on Mel after the party returned, he was struck with shock and couldn't muster more than a single word.

Standing by Raven's side with the cloak on the ground, Mel stood there in the slutty skin-tight outfit and nip rings hanging from her tits. She'd already told the hero that she moved on from him to another man, one that was more masculine and well-suited for her taste.

"I-I'm sorry, but you and I…" With a gulp, Mel's heart grew heavier and yet she knew what had to be said. "We're not compatible, every time we tried to have sex, you came before I could put it in! B-but Raven he–"

"Wait…" Putting two and two together, Amedith's heart was gripped with fear. "Y-you guys had sex? L-like proper all the way through sex?!"

Lowering her head, Mel tried to hide her face, but pulling her towards him by the ass, Raven made her look up at him before he leaned in for a kiss, and Mel was the one to seal it in front of Amedith. Glancing sideways at her past lover, Mel's eyes teared up slightly, and yet her hand instinctively reached for Raven's cock.

Caressing his groin while her tongue coiled around his, she kept looking at Amedith's shocked face, but then it quickly lowered to his tiny boner.

"H-he's…" Pulling away with a bridge of their saliva connecting their lips, Mel squeezed Raven's dick in her hand while looking straight at Amedith. "He's much bigger, maybe ten times your size, even his boner is as big as your entire arm while your cock even when hard is just the size of my pinky!"

Justifying her attraction toward her new man, Mel no longer felt the same shame as before, however, that came with pure neglect towards the hero's feelings. She only cared to make sense to him as to why she chose Raven over him, but to Amedith it only felt like rubbing salt to an exposed injury.

Watching it all unfold in front of their eyes, Aria was quite uncomfortable with the whole thing, while Erika snickered about in a corner. Thankfully, however, Kara and Helga were no longer at camp or else the already embarrassing situation for Amedith would've felt much worse.

"You're joking…right?" Quivering in denial, the hero slowly started walking closer to Mel.

But as she shook her head to break him out of that delusion, his eyes flared up in rage. Turning his gaze at Raven, he felt all the anger, all the frustration of everything that had happened so far surfaced and bubble over. Eventually, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and tried to rush and slash through the mage's body.

"That's enough!" The voice of the goddess shattered his short-lived dreams for revenge.

In just a blink of an eye, the entire party was now standing in darkness stretching in all directions with a sole beam of light casting from above. Right under which was the goddess Athenia, sitting at a table made of gold with multiple empty chairs facing her. Beckoning the entirety of the party closer, she contracted the space between them and her.

Without moving a muscle, Raven and his companions were all suddenly seated in the chair, and it happened so fast that none of them realized who the person in front of them was.

"Aphrodite…" Raven muttered, being the first to realize the goddess's identity.

He'd met her before and yet somehow she looked slightly different. The difference in appearance was nearly indistinguishable, and yet somehow it struck him every moment he looked at her.

"Aphrodite?!" Hearing Raven mention the name, Erika jumped out of her chair in shock.

She'd not expect to meet the goddess out of nowhere, and the others were no different although they were too confused to voice even a word. Letting down her right arm's veil, she brushed it across the table and an array of golden goblets appeared in front of everyone. Held within the glass was a god's blood, her very own but to the mortals it looked like a wine of the deepest crimson hue.

"My blood, I offer you," said Athenia, having already foreseen their reluctance to drink the poison with her foresight.

"W-wait, goddess!" Getting down on her knees, Erika's eyes welled up with tears. Just gazing at the precipice of faith, a goddess herself, she couldn't contain her heart and the emotions bleeding out of it. "I! I! I can't-t-thank you enough! For letting me be your servant!"

"Rise priestess, and settle down that is your goddess's command," hearing the goddess's orders, Erika couldn't fathom not abiding by her will, and so sitting back into her chair, she held her hands together in prayer and gazed as much as she wanted at the goddess of her world.

"What is this?" Having met her twice before, Raven wasn't as intimidated by her presence. Some kind of test? Cause I'm tired of tests."

"A potion towards godhood, ever wondered why gods are killed?" Her question, although seemed disjointed to the party, would've made perfect sense if they knew the answer.

"G-godhood?" Muttered Aria to herself, not wanting to stand out in the conversation between Raven and Athenia.

The others were just as stunned, and Amedith, well the more he grew stable the more his rage towards Raven returned.

"And why would you offer us godhood? How does it benefit you? I've seen enough and heard enough to know that gods don't help mortals just because they wanna do something good for them for once," clicking her tongue at Raven's sharp words, Athenia made the goblets disappear before attempting to explain what she had in mind.

But before she could open her mouth, she noticed in her peripherals the anger returning in Amedith's eyes.

"Take him!" Brushing her hand in the air again, she made him disappear into a temporary prison of great torment. A vile place that would show him the worst moments of his life, which for Amedith were the sights of his mother and Mel getting screwed by the dark mage.

"Now we can talk in peace, and don't worry about him, it may feel like an eternity for him but for us, he'll be back the moment I snap my fingers."

Intending to shift the title of the hero from the cuck to the bull, Athenia wanted only the clear-headed person between the two to be present for the conversation.