Chapter 135

Stripping a person of their soul, an art restricted to the gods alone. None other could do such a task, and that's what made all mortals and even some immortals fear them. They could snap you like a twig, bend your very existence, and stretch it thin through the fabric of time, thus, leaving the only way to rival a god was to fight alongside your own.

"I, Athenia crown you the hero of my world…" With Amedith left in a state between life and death, the goddess passed the title to Raven before quickly returning the soul back to its body. "Now, be off and spread my name throughout the land! The people will know at a glance that you're the new hero, my chosen, and the one to save the world from the lurking corruption!"

The next thing the party knew, they were back inside the razed forest waking up from a deep sleep. Stumbling up on their feet one after the other, they looked around in confusion as the night owls hooted in their surroundings. A whole day had passed, and none of them realized it. To them, it felt like a few seconds had passed, but for the rest of the world, an entire day and night cycle had flown by.

'Everyone seems okay at least…' Thought Raven as his gaze lowered to his glowing hands. Slowly as they lost their light, he felt something being burned away inside him, and then his screen of stats appeared out of nowhere.

Looking through it, he found that his gifts were gone except for the charm one, and instead in their place was the Divine gift of the hero that not only buffed his abilities but also his companions. It was the very skill that Amedith had for the longest time, but now that he'd lost the hero's title, it was passed down to the new hero, Raven. 'So the title really got transferred?'

Looking at Amedith who was still unconscious after having his soul separated from the body, Raven felt a bit conflicted as things were about to get worse once he wakes up again. Before meeting up with Athenia, Amedith was already mad at Raven for stealing Mel away from him, and now even his title as the hero was no longer his to claim.

"We should rest up, moving to the next kingdom can come tomorrow," decided that it was probably best to simply wait for the morning to arrive, Raven had everyone slip into their tents and try and sleep until morning comes.

However, Mel who'd been sleeping with Amedith so far, instead followed Raven into his tent and laid down beside him. Letting Mino out of the gem as well so she could properly rest up and stretch her legs during the night, the mage had packed the tent full to the point that his body was pressed between Mino's massive boobs and Mel's perky nipples.

Squeezed between two women, Raven hugged them tight with each arm. Having gained not just a title but essentially the entirety of his party's women, he was still feeling a bit for their bodies.

What happened in the meeting with the goddess was concerning for sure, but with no other way but forward, he knew it was best he kept going rather than restrict himself in different ways which would only end up in him being depressed.

And so moving his hands on their assess, he began doing what he does best, fucking the brains out of his women and making them howl like shameless bitches. Completely unaware of an enemy led closer by those moans, he thrusted balls deep into Mel's tight pussy as well as Mino's gigantic fat ass.

"W-what is that voice?" Asked Maine, the dark serpent-haired lamia.

Accompanied by her slave Rein, and her sister who was also dragging her slave around with a chain, the two sisters have been sent to scout the newly cleared forest, since their warrior sister had been killed by their own mother. Following behind them, were a handful of other female lamias as well, however, none of them matched their dazzling splendor.

'They stand out like a thorn!' Thought the warriors, every single one of them. Unlike their muddy scales, the twins were like bright torches giving away their position. It didn't help that they were far too eager to munch on any fruit or animal that they laid eyes on, which in turn turned their scales the same color as what they'd just eaten.

"Sound…like a moan?" Replied Rein, the Maine's ginger-haired slave.

"A moan?" Having never heard such a visceral moan escaping a woman's lips, the Lamia's eyes twinkled in confusion before she quickly dismissed her servant's claims. "As if a man could please a woman like that ahahah!"

Glancing down at Rein, Maine wore a devious smile and tugged on the chain that went under his chest and was attached right to his balls.

"I may not be as cruel as my sister Rein, but don't test my patience with lies," making him groan on the ground as she pulled the chain, Maine forced a smile. Conflicted between her cruel nature, and her love towards her servant, she didn't want the others to know her true feelings.

"You're right as if a man could do such a thing," joining her sister in the torture, Phos pulled on Enos's chain which was strung around only his right ball.

The already swollen genitals of the male Lamia quivered to the point of forcing an ejaculation. Falling to the ground from the pain, Enos tried to gather his thoughts, panting with his mind filled with nothing but a mix of pleasure and pain.

Needless to say, the two servants and their mistress had a unique yet complimentary relationship–something that would soon shatter as they run into Raven. For the slaves, they praised their mistresses as gods, and in turn, they treated them like peasants who just barely deserved their love.

However, the touch of a true man, one that won't bend but rather bend them over, was something they'd never experienced, and as lamias who loved aggression, a slap on the face was akin to a deep tongue kiss.