Steal The Heroes’ Harems

Raven walked to the tower, and her heart beat quickly. She thought about that day that they had. It was just a few days ago that they fought the demon knight, and rescued her friends from the vines. Well, right now, she only considered Kiara to be her friend, she didn't like Wynn all that much, especially after how she devalued her contributions to the team. Sure, as a ranger, her combat abilities paled when compared to Wynn's abilities as an ice mage, but it really wasn't a nice thing to say.

Today was the last day. The past few days was spent mostly resting. Kiara and Wynn both needed time off to recover, so Raven did her own thing, while the hero and Hannah wrestled with bureaucracy. The hero had given the evidence to the receptionist, and the receptionist took it to the Lord for his consideration. All they could do now, was wait for the audience, if there was one. 

Raven shook her head. Political shenanigans. Life was much easier killing monsters, and then, she remembered that today would be the last night of her training. The door clicked open. The trader was there, wearing the mask. He smiled at the ranger and led her to the bed. 

"Well, it's the last day of your service. As agreed, Lord Peter Errama has agreed to forget the incident." She felt relief in her heart, as she saw her equipment on the table. "So, your tools. Returned." 

"-ah. Thanks." 

"The Lord is a fair man, just like me. So long as you uphold your end of the bargain, we will uphold ours." Edmund said frankly. "So tonight will be your last night. Let us enjoy ourselves, shall we?"

There was something about the way the trader said that last sentence that caused her entire body to twitch in anticipation. Her body wanted this all along. He walked closer to her, and his big burly hands touched her face, and her shoulder. The mask covered his face, showing only his eyes and mouth. She didn't know how he breathed in there, but it was likely some kind of magical tool. 

He leaned closer, and his lips was so close to her ears. "Let's get started, Raven. For tonight, forget about everything and be my woman."

Her entire body trembled, and her desires awakened. His fingers touched her shirt, and the buttons came off easily. He pulled gently, and her shirt came off, revealing a soft, satin-like silver-colored innerwear. 

"That's a lovely innerwear." Edmund teased. He bought it for her and told her to wear it. "You look good in it."

She blushed as his hands moved down her back. She felt his fingers touch her skin, the sensation of his fingers on her skin somehow made her sweat. Her pants came off just as easily, as it dropped to the floor. Raven rarely wore skirts, because it just wasn't very practical out in the fields. Pants meant she could move with greater flexibility, and the pockets all kept her various tools and equipment. 

"You really look beautiful." The Trader said as he admired the ranger's semi-nude body. She wore the thin, satin innerwear and panties underneath her regular clothes, and honestly, without her boring ranger attire, it really flaunted her petite features and made her look sexy. "A beauty like you should do better than fight for a hero." Edmund whispered. 

She blushed, confused by the message as she felt his fingers touch her nether regions and her breast. She didn't dare to publicly admit it, but sex felt good. The trader was really good in bed and was really good at making her feel like she was attractive. For a ranger like her, who is usually covered in mud and dirt out in the forests and fields, the sweet words the trader said while he thoroughly ploughed her over the past few days made her feel like she was a woman, not just a tool out in the battlefield, and more than just a weapon. 

Her nipples twitched, her panty was soaked with her bodily juices as his fingers fondled them. "You deserve better, Raven. You're a beautiful woman who desires a good life for herself. You want the good life too!" Edmund whispered, his words sweet poison in her mind. 

He touched her clitoris and the entrance to her vagina with his fingers. The tip of his fingers transformed into a million tiny tentacles, each sent a perfectly calibrated electrical shock meant to stimulate her nerves. She convulsed violently as her bodily juices sprayed out. 

She blushed. She had forgotten to pee before she came, and now all of it leaked out. 

"Oooh." Edmund smirked as he reached for a towel. "That was hot."

"Hot?" Raven's face turned beet red, she couldn't believe she just peed. The trader wiped it off, and a magic spell later, it was clean. 

"Oh yes." The Trader's clothes came undone to reveal a muscular dadbod with a giant dragon. Raven had seen it a few times, but some how, tonight, the monstrous thing looked absolutely jawdroppingly attractive. Her mind swirled with dirty thoughts, briefly seeing herself ravaged by the monster. She imagined that body pressing on her like she was his plaything. Her nether regions twitched, her legs opened naturally, her mind instinctively preparing herself for insertion. 

He leaned close to her, and nibbled her ears gently. 

"You work so hard for the hero, and in the end he will choose someone else. Is it worth it?"

Raven wanted to say yes. Yes. She was doing a good thing. She was saving the world. She helped the hero! She's one of the heroines of justice and peace!

But the whispers of the trader were so seductive. She felt his tongue link her earlobes and her entire body burned. Fire.

Fire.

Her entire body was a flame and this man fanned it.

She was so tempted to just let go-

"Do you want to move to the next part?" The Trader asked as her eyes locked on the monstrous nether dragon. It was a spear, waiting, eager to be used. "It's the last night, after all."

Raven nodded. So many lines were already crossed since she joined the hero. She had sex so many times the past few days, that she knew it was a stupid question. The way her legs spread open for him was a clear invitation for the Trader's rod to enter and make the necessary transactions happen. 

***

The room was hot, steamy, and filled with the stench of their fluids. Edmund pounded the ranger roughly over the hours. 

"It's the last night. Don't worry and just enjoy yourself to your heart's content." The trader whispered; the temptations of pleasure were so frightening. Her body had already mostly given in, the way her legs and hips moved was nothing short of scandalous. Raven bit her lips, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with a single sandbag. It was utterly useless. 

Raven thought about her purpose. Why she joined the hero party. It was selfish, fundamentally. She desired to be the hero's wife, and the political, financial power that came with it. And bragging rights, of course, even though she wasn't sure who she really wanted to impress.  Maybe an imaginary version of herself.

Her body was flooded with pleasure. It assaulted her mind like the bombardment from hell. Yet somehow, she didn't want to give in. Edmund leaned closer. "You're still trying to keep it together."

Raven didn't answer. She couldn't with how her entire body swirled with the currents of pleasure. Edmund was frustrated. His attempts at constantly stimulating her only turned her body, but her heart and mind still somehow held on. He had a gut feeling that there was no point pushing her further. Not now. Not here.

"And I want to tell you it's okay. If it's worth it."

He pounded her some more, but Raven survived, and made it to the end. Her mind had not totally collapsed, even if her body and senses has been irrevocably changed. 

Perhaps he would have to arrange for the Trader to cross paths with Raven once more, when they got to the next town.