Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Note: This chapter has a shemale character-someone born with a genetic deformity that makes them look feminine with a penis. Don't take this too seriously, plz?

Escorting the battalion filled with shapeshifters to the Arachne cave, Hatiz waited for a chance to strike. The first sight of an Arachne wandering outside, and the battalion would be ready to lure the spider into their trap. It was supposed to be that easy, but after waiting hours upon hours, he was no longer sure they would ever come out.

'What the fuck do these idiots eat, rock?' Not leaving the cave for even the most essentials, led him to believe that there was an entire self-sustained eco-system inside. 'No wonder, they'd laced the place with traps. Only way to keep it for themselves.'

"Oi, Hatiz…" Unlike the patient monk, however, the leader of the battalion, Illya wasn't willing to be as patient. Coiling her fingers through her short pink hair, she walked up behind Hatiz and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Come on, lemme go in, murder a little, rape someone's son in front of their eyes, and disembowel a daughter, mother or a child."

Her whispers carried an alluring hint, almost as if she was attempting to seduce him by whispering into his ears–the worst of crimes. But reminded why he had to accompany her, Hatiz shrugged her off his shoulder and turned around growling.

"We're not here to play!" He grunted, but the elven woman simply rolled her eyes.

Dressed in a laced set of suspender underwear, she looked like an exhibitionist–showing off her vitiligo patches. Mostly dark but fair in some places, she was often stared at by the other dark elves. Not like she cared, however, she loved attention especially if it paired with either murderous intent or the desire to pound her ass against a wall.

"Fuck me, you're no fun…" She complained, tired of Hatiz's uptight nature.

Turning around, she began marching back to their temporary camp. On her way there, however, the conversation had already slipped her mind, as waiting for her in camp was her shapeshifting crew–the sweaty scent of which she could whiff up already.

Ass, pussy, cock, and even cocks pussy and ass at the same time! Those twiddling with the arts of shapeshifting often turned hypersexual from the moment they learned the basics.

And so, throwing herself in her cum guzzling and squirting crowd of sexaholics, she surrendered herself to a mindless orgy, all the while Hatiz kept watch at the cave; making sure that they can kidnap the very first Arachne that they could find.

Unaware of what had happened last night in his village, he continued to do his task diligently, but as the day passed and there was no sign of anyone coming out, he had to make a decision. Whether to head to the village empty-handed or walk into the cave and snatch the first Arachne they stumble into?

None of the options sounded ideal as on one hand Tymaan would make his life hell and on the other, the threat of losing his life was very real.

'This bitch is gonna mock me for this but, I guess I have to…' Making his way back to their temporary tent, Hatiz stumbled onto a sight he didn't wanna see ever again.

The very ground was covered in cum, inched thick, and being drained into a riverbed. Making things even more grimy were the gaping cum-holes pulsing in front of him as if the elves were breathing from every hole in their bodies.

In the middle of it all lay Illya, the leader of the group and a feminine shemale born of multiple genetic deformities. One of which happened to be a cock the tip of which lay pulsing between her own breasts.

'This guy…' Disgusted at the sight, Hatiz stomped his feet on the ground to make it quiver and wake the snoring elves.

"WHAT?!" Illya woke up in an instant to the reverberation underneath her, but the moment she saw Hatiz she knew what was wrong.

With a smile, she rose to her feet much like the rest of the shocked elves but moving closer with her legs dragging through the flood of cum and her cock waving around with every step, she stopped before Hatiz with a knowing smirk.

"We're going in, huh?" It was now the monk who rolled his eyes.

"Just get ready…" He complained before returning to keep an eye on the cave.

It didn't take long before the battalion was ready to march inside the den of the queen, but before that, they all changed their appearance to match the Arachnes inside. A scaly body that reflected light like clear water and pincer-like legs with a spotted bright color bulge as a bottom.

The men had pincers for hands as well so they could easily dismember their opponents, while the females had humanoid limbs to both support their wide bodies and not cut their own sagging chests with their hands.

Disguising herself as one such Arachne with countless eyes all over her face, Illya led the charge into the cave.

'This can't end well.' Being the only one who still looked like a dark elf, Hatiz stayed at the very back and let the group make their way in. He knew things weren't gonna be easy, but having no idea how bad things can get he simply kept following the battalion. That is until a sharp sound echoed around them.

Made of pure crystals, the cave shimmered with light and even the most inaudible of sounds echoed for an entire minute. Having disturbed the place with their marching, the elves were quickly forced to cover their ears. The screeching sounds of their own footsteps rubbing against the ground were more than enough to make their ears bleed.

"FUCKK!!" Screamed Illya, only making things worse.

The group attempted to turn around and leave, but before they could, the vibrations from their sudden movement caused the ceiling to cave in. Hard as diamond the crystals crushed the fake Araches like bugs. The soldiers died in an instant, but both Hatiz and Illya were bleeding yet survived.

'UGHHH!!' Making sure not to make a peep, Hatiz clenched his teeth shut as he struggled to keep breathing with a massive pile of rocks crushing him. His struggle as well as Illya's continued for a few hours, but then came the silent spiders–their limbs padded with cushioning threads ensure no sounds were made from their movement. 'WHAT IN THE–?!'

Feeling the rocks being lifted up, both elves felt delighted for a moment, but their joys were turned to horror as they saw the faces of their gnarly saviors.

"Your bellies will serve well as a nest for our young…" Whispered monstrous faces with nothing but bloody holes. Their whispers were just as horrific as unlike anything living, it was hissed directly into their heads and wasn't uttered through lips.

And with the result of the parasitic horror's infection staring into their faces, Hatiz as well as Illya both knew that it would've been better if they'd died when the ceiling fell.

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