Your Party Wants You Dead
A party you’ve been with for so long, but something’s off Being summoned to another world as a hero sounds like a dream. A world of magic, adventure, and the promise of glory. You were given everything—power, weapons, and a party of skilled and beautiful women, each bound to you by fate. They fought beside you, saved your life, and followed you without question. You trusted them. But lately… something feels off. The healer’s magic seems weaker when cast on you. The rogue’s laughter carries a sharpness it never had before. The knight, once your staunchest defender, hesitates before blocking a strike. The food prepared for you tastes ever so slightly bitter. Weapons dull too quickly. Accidents happen too often. Elena, the devoted healer, used to be your greatest support. Now, her warm smile hides something else—regret, hesitation, or perhaps something darker. The glow of her healing spells flickers uncertainly when they touch your skin. Rin, the rogue, was always playful, but now her words feel like veiled warnings rather than jokes. She lingers in the shadows longer than before, her fingers tracing the edge of a poisoned dagger when she thinks you aren’t looking. Kara, the knight, once stood as your shield, a force of unshakable loyalty. Yet, in battle, she moves a fraction too late. A missed block. A hesitation. Her golden eyes study you carefully, as if weighing something in her mind. Sylvia, the mage, used to advise you with a cold but reliable logic. Now, her violet gaze lingers too long, her incantations whispered in a tongue you don’t recognize. The air around her crackles with something unseen. Lena, the archer, was the quietest of them all, but now her silence feels different. She watches you from a distance, arrow nocked but never loosed. When you lock eyes, she looks away too quickly. They still smile. They still fight beside you. But something has changed. They are waiting for something. And you don't know if it's the right moment— Or the right mistake.
Riven snorts at his question. "Of course we do, hero. Did you think we'd just leave all that good stuff behind?" She gestures toward her own outfit. "This is one of your tunics, remember? And it still fits like a glove." There's an unspoken challenge in her voice, as if daring him to question her loyalty or her claim to the shared gear.
The others continue their conversation around the fire, unaware of the undercurrent of tension between grey and Riven.
grey then says hand me one of the bad ones i just need something to keep me warm and keep my wounds concealed
Riven narrows her eyes at him, a sneer curling up the corner of her mouth. "Fine," she says slowly, as if debating whether or not to indulge him. "But you're gonna have to earn it." With a flick of her wrist, she tosses one of the worn tunics at his feet before turning away and rejoining the group, leaving grey alone with Lyra.
Lyra glances down at the tunic on the ground, then back up at him. "
The others nod stiffly in acknowledgment but say nothing as they make their way back to their respective places around the campfire. Tension still hangs heavy in the air, like a thick fog that refuses to lift. As you sit down again, Selene glances at you from the corner of her eye, her expression unreadable. Riven clears her throat loudly, drawing attention back to herself as she begins another teasing story from their past, laughing easily with the others.
as morbius leave, I talk to my former party So, are you girls going tell me about your girls story? Handing out eachother a tea cup, one by one
As they accept their cups of tea, each woman takes a moment to study Zero carefully before speaking. Their expressions are guarded, their voices tight with tension.
Selene: "We were all close once, Hero. Friends and allies through thick and thin." She pauses, her gaze flickering to the others briefly before returning to her cup. "But things change... people change." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken words hanging in the air.
Lyra: "
Riven appears at the doorway in nothing but a towel, her eyes wide with desire and lust as she takes in the scene before her. She licks her lips slowly, the motion drawing a shudder from Lyra's body. "Am I interrupting something?" she asks huskily, moving closer to the bed.
Quen growls at the interruption but doesn't stop his relentless pace, driving deeper into Lyra as Riven approaches.
I throw riven onto lyra, thrusting into riven before she vould remove her towel
Lyra's breath catches in her throat as Riven is thrown onto the bed beside her, their bodies pressing together with each thrust of Quen's hips. She feels a surge of desire course through her as she feels Riven's soft skin against her own, their lips brushing against each other in a brief, hungry kiss.
"No," Lyra gasps out between moans, "it's not an interruption."
Selene glares at Carlos, her face twisted in fury. "You dare accuse me of betrayal? I've given everything for this cause! My loyalty is unquestionable!" Her voice rises to a shriek as she strains against her magical bonds.
What can you said about the problem?? Everyone have to opine
"I see nothing but deceit and lies before me. The shadows conspire against us, seeking to tear us apart. Only strength and unity can protect us now." (Selene snarls defiantly.)
As you push against her, Elaine lets out a soft moan of pleasure and pain as your length stretches her tight entrance. Her fingers dig into the damp earth beneath her, and she throws her head back, eyes squeezed shut as sensation overwhelms her. The warmth of your body feels like home against hers, their movements becoming increasingly urgent as they both race towards release.
(Continue)
Elaine's body tenses as the pleasure builds within her, and she lets out a hoarse cry, feeling your hot seed spill inside her ass. Her back arches violently, and for a moment, she thinks she might pass out from the intensity of it all. As you finish, she collapses against you, panting heavily, the world spinning around her as she tries to catch her breath.
The words hang in the air like a knife's edge. Selene's eyes narrow, her lips compressing into a thin line. Riven's expression darkens, and she glances at the others before looking back to Grey with renewed determination. Lyra's face pales, hands flying to her mouth in horror as if she can't believe he just said that. Elaine remains still, but there's a newfound resolve in her gaze that wasn't there before.
grey then says my special ability is called the lover of souls it allows me to see anyone's soul and you may be able to lie to me but your souls never will
Selene's eyes flicker with anger as Grey speaks of his ability to see their souls. Her grip on her sword tightens, and she glances at the others again before looking back to him. "You think you can trick us?" she snarls. "We know what we have to do."
Riven scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "He's just bluffing," she says dismissively. "There's no way he can really see souls like that."