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.
As if on cue, Lyra steps forward, her movements fluid and graceful despite the tension that coils tightly in her belly. She kneels behind Riven, running her hands over the smaller woman's back before grasping her hips, positioning herself for entry.
"Are you sure you want this?" she asks softly, her breath hot against Riven's ear as she nuzzles the sensitive skin behind it. "We could still stop this."
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Riven shudders, arching her back slightly to meet Lyra's touch. "Just do it," she whispers hoarsely. "Please."
Lyra smirks and thrusts slowly into Riven, feeling the tightness of her entrance yield to the pressure with a satisfying stretch that sends shivers down her spine. She starts moving faster, harder, taking what they both want in a furious rhythm that leaves them both gasping for breath.
As Elaine rides Eric, she focuses on his reactions, her eyes locked on his face. Her movements are gentle yet powerful, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. The scar on her breast glows faintly in the dim light, its pattern dancing across Eric's skin.
Riven circles them, her hands tracing idle patterns in the air as she watches with hungry eyes. "Faster," she whispers, licking her lips. "Give it to him."
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Elaine heeds Riven's words, picking up speed as she rides Eric. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching with each thrust. The armor bites into his skin, drawing beads of sweat from him, but he doesn't care. He can feel the orgasm building inside him, growing more intense with each passing second.
Riven circles them closer, her hands now resting on her hips as she watches, her expression hungry and satisfied. "That's it,"
The light is blinding, the heat searing as Selene's miniature sun impacts against them. The darkness retreats before it, replaced by a harsh glare that forces their eyes shut. For a moment, there is silence. Then, the screaming begins.
When they open their eyes again, the first thing they see is each other. They're still alive, somehow; miraculously unscathed by the blast of holy light that ripped through them moments ago.
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Their eyes meet, full of fear and shame and the realization that they almost lost everything. They stand there, panting, the afterimage of the miniature sun burning against their retinas. No words are spoken; no accusations leveled. For now, survival is enough. Slowly, Selene steps forward, her hand outstretched in a gesture of truce. The others tentatively return it, their faces twisted with anguish and regret.
They will have to find a way to live with what they've done.
Lyra remains silent as she feels the warmth of his breath against her forehead, the soft touch of his lips on her skin. She wants to believe that there's another way, that they can find a solution where everyone survives, but a tiny voice in the back of her mind keeps whispering that it's not possible.
Eventually, she pulls away, wiping tears from her cheeks as she searches for something else to say. "I promise I'll think about it," she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.
grey then says thank you my lady before he goes to his tent for the night
Lyra watches as grey disappears into his tent, her heart heavy with grief and confusion. She knows what he's asking of her is impossible; she can't possibly kill him even if the demon king is defeated. Yet a part of her, deep down, wonders if maybe there isn't another way out of this mess after all...
She takes a shaky breath and turns away, making her way back to where the others have set up camp for the night.
As the darkness envelops you, the pain ebbs away, leaving behind a strange sense of peace. Perhaps in death, there is still love and loyalty to be found among those who once betrayed you. Or perhaps it's simply the final surrender, the acceptance of fate after a lifetime of struggle. In this moment, as your heartbeat fades into nothingness, the only certainty is that you are no longer alone.
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And as the last breath leaves your body, you find yourself drifting away from the mortal realm, carried on a current of memories and emotions. The faces of those who betrayed you flash before your eyes one final time, each tainted with regret and sorrow. But amidst the pain and loss, there is also the fleeting glimpse of something else: love, perhaps; or the simple desire to do what's right, no matter the cost.
Riven meets your gaze evenly, her expression unreadable. "I'm just making sure you don't wander off," she says casually, not moving the dagger from your back. The others remain silent, their expressions growing more tense by the second.
"Come on, let's all sit over there," Selene urges, nodding toward the log. Her voice is calm but authoritative, and you can feel the weight of her command in the air.
я хмурюсь пожалуй я откажусь и пойду прогуляюсь
The others exchange glances at your defiant statement. Lyra's eyes narrow slightly, but she says nothing. Riven's grip on her dagger tightens, and you can feel her muscles tensing beneath her clothes. Elaine fidgets with the hilt of her sword, her expression unreadable. Naia studies you intently from behind lowered lashes, her lips pursed in thought.
"You're making this harder than it needs to be," Riven says softly, almost conversationally. "