As Liam and his companions made their way through the streets of the town, the people they passed parted like a sea, their faces etched with a mix of awe, gratitude, and no small measure of lustful admiration. Whispers of "hero" and "champion" echoed through the crowds, and more than a few people could be heard expressing their heartfelt thanks for the bravery and sacrifice of the League's heroes.
Liam felt a sense of pride and satisfaction swelling in his chest as he led his friends towards the now-familiar inn. He knew that their actions in the dungeon had been a turning point, not just for the people of the town, but for the world as a whole. The goblins would think twice before threatening the innocent again, and the people here would be safe, at least for a time.
As they neared the inn, Liam noticed a new sign hanging above a freshly constructed building, the golden letters glinting in the sunlight. "Nuru Massage Center," it read, a stylized image of a naked, glistening female form emblazoned beneath the words. Liam blinked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
The town mayor, a portly, jovial man with a thick beard and a hearty laugh, stepped forward to greet them. "Ah, Liam!" he boomed, clapping the hero on the shoulder. "We couldn't let your bravery go unnoticed, now could we? The guild, the people, and I have all agreed - this is our way of saying thank you, for everything you've done."
He gestured to the new building, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "A proper hero deserves proper rewards, don't you think? And so, we decided to build you a special place, a place where you and your companions can relax and unwind after your... strenuous adventures." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We want your lovely wife, Sheena, to be our premier masseuse. A body like hers, so soft and supple... well, I think she'll bring in a great deal of business. What do you say, Liam?"
Liam felt his jaw drop, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at the mayor, then at the glowing sign above the massage parlor. A Nuru massage center? With Sheena as the masseuse? The thought of his wife, his beautiful, sexy wife, rubbing her naked, glistening body all over strange men... it made his cock twitch and throb in his pants, a bead of pre-cum already forming on the head.
But as he opened his mouth to respond, Liam felt a sudden, sharp pain lancing through his skull. He staggered slightly, his vision swimming as he clutched at his head, a fierce headache blossoming behind his eyes. The mayor and his companions looked at him in concern, but Liam could barely register their worry, his mind consumed by the agony that suddenly gripped him.
"What's wrong, Liam?" Sheena asked, her voice tinged with panic as she reached out to steady her husband. "Are you alright?"
Liam could only shake his head, his teeth gritted as he fought against the pain. And then, like a bolt of lightning, the realization hit him. His NTR System, his ultimate power, the tool that had guided and protected him through countless trials and tribulations... it was gone. The glowing red screen that usually filled his vision, the one that allowed him to see into the hearts and minds of his loved ones, the one that had always kept him one step ahead of the game... it had vanished.
In its place, a single, blinking error message: "Error. System Under Maintenance." The words seemed to pulse and throb before Liam's eyes, a sickening ache blossoming in his chest as the true implications sank in.
Liam was no longer a god among men. He was just a man, mortal and fallible, blind and deaf to the goings-on of his beloved wife and friends. The thought made his blood run cold, a chill of pure, primal dread running down his spine.
What was Sheena going to do, working in a place like that? Would she really just be giving massages, her slick, nude body sliding and rubbing against the sweat-slicked flesh of the men who came to her? Or would it be more than that? Would those men, those filthy, lustful beasts, take advantage of his wife's kindness and compassion? Would they grope and fondle and fuck her, using her like the goblin's had used them all?
The thought made Liam's blood boil, a furious rage surging through his veins as he clenched his fists at his sides. But at the same time, he could feel his cock swelling and throbbing, the head flaring with a desperate, aching need. The idea of Sheena being defiled, of her tight, virgin holes being stretched and violated by the cocks of other men... it filled Liam with a sickening mix of fury and reluctant, twisted arousal.
"I... I don't know," Liam stammered, his voice hoarse and strained. "I mean, it's a wonderful gesture, truly... but Sheena, working there? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that." He glanced at his wife, his eyes struggling to hold her gaze, desperate to see some sign of her thoughts, some hint of what she might be feeling.
But there was nothing. No glowing readout, no flashing warnings, no insight into the workings of his beloved's mind. Just Sheena's beautiful, concerned face, her lovely eyes searching his own as she awaited his decision.
The mayor nodded, his grin widening into something almost sharklike in its greed and hunger. "I understand your concerns, Liam," he said, his voice a low, silky purr. "But I assure you, this is a classy operation. The utmost in professionalism and discretion. And with a body like your wife's... well, she'll be in high demand. Think of it as a way for her to express her gratitude to the good people of this town, for all that you've done for us."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "And of course, you and your companions will have access to the massage parlor at any time, free of charge. A hero's reward, as it were." He licked his lips, his gaze flicking briefly to Vampirella, Lily, and Ebony before returning to Liam with a wicked, knowing grin.
Liam hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to weigh his options. On one hand, he knew that he shouldn't let his wife, shouldn't let any of his friends, work in a place like that. The risks were too high, the temptation for those filthy, lustful men too great. He should put his foot down, should refuse the mayor's offer out of hand.
But on the other hand... the thought of Sheena, slick and naked and glistening, sliding her soft, supple body against the sweat-slicked flesh of a stranger... it made Liam's blood sing with a feverish, desperate need. The idea of his wife being defiled, being violated in the most intimate of ways... it filled him with a sickening mix of fury and reluctant, twisted arousal.
He glanced at his companions, searching their faces for some sign of their thoughts. But he saw only a mix of shock and reluctant excitement, their cheeks flushed and their eyes gleaming with the same dark, hungry light that Liam could feel kindling in his own chest. They wanted it, he could see that now. They wanted to see Sheena, to see all of them, debased and debauched in the most humiliating way possible.
And god help him, but Liam wanted it too. Wanted to see his wife being used like the goblin's had used them all, wanted to watch as she was licked and sucked and fucked by cocks that were not his own. Wanted to see her suffering, wanted to hear her screams of reluctant pleasure echoing through the halls of the massage parlor.
He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he turned back to the mayor. "Very well," he said, his voice a low, strained rasp. "Sheena can be your masseuse. But I hold you to your word, sir. The utmost in professionalism, the utmost in discretion. If anything happens to her, if she's hurt or violated in any way... I will hold you personally responsible."
The mayor's grin widened, a wicked, greedy light kindling in his eyes. "You have my word, Liam," he said, his voice a silky, oily purr. "Your wife will be safe in our care. Safer than she would be anywhere else, I assure you." He licked his lips, his gaze flicking briefly to Sheena before returning to Liam with a look of dark, anticipatory hunger.
With that, the mayor and Liam shook hands, a deal struck between them. And as the mayor and Liam and his companions made their way into the inn, Liam could feel the weight of his decision settling on his shoulders, a mix of dread and reluctant, twisted excitement making his heart pound in his chest.
He didn't know what the future held, didn't know what Sheena would endure in the days and weeks to come. But he did know one thing - that he would be watching, waiting, aching to see his beloved wife debased and defiled in the most humiliating of ways. And god help him, but he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.