Chapter 217 41: In The Darkness

Earlier in the evening, Geram'Tor, 10 miles south of the capital.

The area was a dark and eerie forest, with countless large black tree's with thick verdant leaves; the sun blocked out from their broad coverage, rays of light peeking through as the dull and gloomy forest swayed with a gentle breeze.

Inside the gloomy forest, a row of humans and goblins all knelt in a trance as the crunch of earth sounded, metal meeting soil as the very grass seemed to part way for her steps, wearing a long black dress, solid black gauntlets and boots, her body protected by solid metal up to her thighs and neck, as she dragged a bloody mace along the ground.

"Tell me your progress." Mammon's voice sounded beautiful like a siren, haunting like a banshee as she paced forward, tapping the ground with her steel toes.

Around her, suddenly, all the males began to try speaking at once before her stern gaze and sigh stopped them from arguing.

It was rare enough for the saintess to leave her church, but now she was visiting them purposely, while her steps were slower as she looked into the horizon, not towards the capital but rather the far west.

'He didn't come this way... A shame we might not meet for a long time... I wonder if he can withhold himself; my curse cannot be easily resisted...."

"Your grace.... the goblins are 30% corrupted by your special curse! Almost a quarter of the capital can now cause mayhem as you wish.... and."

Bang!

Her hand flicked her mace, crushing the goblin's face into a bloody mess; she collapsed to the ground as she hit the mace on the ground twice as if it signalled for them to continue; her face seemed horrifying despite being so beautiful, as the males no longer rushed to speak, forcing the weakest of the group to speak due to fear of death.

'See... Brother... Even though I cannot resist killing them due to minor annoyances, his voice was a little annoying... so he died. Fufu~ have you killed one of those bitches yet? Or maybe you accidentally choked them in the throes of passion?'

"Matron... The human mercenaries were given the concoction in their beer and wine, now almost all of the attacking humans will show no mercy or restraint and are currently raiding the smaller villages and towns; I believe the Red Dawn group were heading towards the west; their groups have more than 50 members and 40 support members!"

The male seemed proud of his words; the Red Dawn were his men! People he had known since being a young man and helped rise to the top as one of the founders, using his trickery and back-hand deals to eventually become the only one who remained of the group of five, now all treated him as their leader, which made him feel great.

But the next words of his goddess caused destroyed his festive mood, and he was ready to buy the ale for his troops to learn the glory of Mammon, daughter of the end.

"I see..." Her voice was flat, despite her blushing face and sexy look, the hot breath that left her soft pink lips, causing many of the males to be enchanted beyond the most wonderous prostitute or village girl they had met.

'Brother... I see... I see; this will be a challenge, right? I am sure you will thank me when you get stronger...' Mammon's twisted mind cared nothing for the men around her as she reached into her armour, the slight clang and sound of flesh as she stood still, enveloped by a sense of rapture.

"Ah~ good work, but those humans... Mmmmmn... They are going to die~ so brutally... Yes..... such a wonderful sight.... brother...!"

Everyone present was used to her strange actions, their eyes looking down, only able to see the silliness that would react to her voice, their hearts desired to plough themselves deep into her soft, welcoming folds, sadly this was a mere dream, as once again she began to call the name of this 'brother' causing envy and a sense of twisted pleasure to build inside the male's bodies.

Unable to betray her, impossible to push her down, they could only immerse themselves in the imagination of the day their goddess was partnered with this 'brother' she spoke of, a strange and twisted but blissful feeling as her voice echoed like across the forest, only the hot sighs and clang of her armour to satisfy their lustful thoughts.

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In the capital city of Ulkan, one hour ago.

Verda stood in full armour, silver and black leather mixed to completely suit her almond skin as she stood under the night, only a row of torches to illuminate her face lightly.

"Amira, this mission into the goblin kingdom... Why are they sending our knight group when they've heard reports of the members losing their minds and becoming lost in their lust and desires?"

Her question to the woman with long blond hair and shining silver armour with a sense of noble and ferocious beauty, she wasn't human as her pale purple skin began to glow slightly in the dark of night.

"You know why? We are a thorn in the side of the crown prince's eyes. The other captains have all chosen to side with him, some even becoming his mistresses; he's determined to escape this life of being a slave of the two empires."

Amira sighed, remembering the night when she almost fell to the same plot as the other three wings of the Lazarus knight group; only her troops and those brought by her new close friend Verda remained sane.

"Something strange is happening; that prince never used to be so sneaky... He wanted the best for his people, not a foolish war with the demons or elves..."

Verda began to sharpen her sword; tonight, they would leave the capital and head towards Geram'Tor, a mere group of 40 knights were to survey, support and gather the intel of what was happening.

It was most suspect when one of the kingdom's few [Dungeon Lords] was selected to perform this mission, only three remained, and the only female one was being sent on a near-death mission against an enemy they knew nothing about.

"Ah, a few odd characters have left his room in the past month or two; the upcoming tournament will likely be affected. I hope my cute Odette isn't affected... Or that little minx Zera..." Amira looked to the sky as the darkness began to deepen as if to mock her thoughts.

"Don't worry... If my son doesn't protect them well, I will kill him myself, haha!"

Both women looked at each other, one a huge demon with pretty features, the other a tall Amazonian woman with almond skin, both with fierce grins, as they began to team up and discuss how they would treat Vincent if he made the cute women cry.

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Inside the bedroom, present time.

"Vincent... Please.... love me like the other girls, I beg you..."

Her two tails wrapped around his body as she rolled him over, now pressing his down under her soft, muscular body, pressing her hips against his as the thick meat began to squash her forbidden garden, a sense of pleasure filling her body, prompting her to push against him harder, dragging her hips against him slowly.

Zerana's voice was gentle as she climbed onto his body, her body slightly warm as the slight fur on her body brushed against his body, her glowing aquamarine eyes looking down into his.

The pair didn't rush anything; their eyes interlocked, mixing their hot breath as the time passed; she gently stroked his cheeks as her soft palms squished against him.

"Vincent... my body burns..."

"Zerana... I don't want to take you because of the moment..."

Vincent's hand brushed against her cheek, unaware of how she felt as he could feel the intense heat of her face and the powerful beating of her heart; the look on her face seemed like disappointment as she looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

"But it hurts... I cannot take this feeling without... Mmmmph!?"

His lips sealed hers, stroking the tears that began to form, as their tongues entangled, smacking together as she sucked on him, like a woman dying for moisture, her tails swaying in the air as she rubbed her hips faster, the pleasant feeling of her bean rubbing against his hard rod causing the burning heat to subsidise momentarily.

"Haa...Haa..." Their lips parted, thick saliva forming bridges from their tongues to each other's lips.

"Zerana, I am not doing this because you are in heat."

Vincent grabbed her hand, the soft fur on the back smooth and silky, before placing it on his chest, allowing her to feel his throbbing heart, the powerful thud seeming like he was suffering a heart attack or something as it physically caused her hand to move.

"I've liked you since we met; I know you are intelligent; you understand what I mean, right?" He spoke with a commanding but affectionate voice, stroking the back of her hand as his hips rubbed along with hers, allowing Zerana to release gasps of pleasure.

"Mmm...it's good....nyao...haa....so nyaa?" Zerana was listening, clear and knew what he meant, but the pleasure was causing her mind to turn white; all she wanted was that huge thing inside her, the hot milk to soothe her aching womb.

With agile movements, he lifted her hips, the previous rubbing along her slit causing him to be well lubricated, holding her body tightly with his other hand as she looked at him with fierce, glowing eyes letting out feline growls from her throat.

She began biting his neck and arms as she finally felt his member pressing against her entrance, the hot shaft and soft, sticky opening rubbing together with slow movements as the squelching sound echoed through the room, neither of the two noticing Mel'Zeth had left the room quietly so that they could enjoy their night together.

"Zerana, I love you."

The pair again looked into each other's eyes as Vincent's mouth opened, a gentle and magnetic voice sounding in Zerana's soft fluffy ears before she felt her lower body finally penetrated by Vincent.

Her face showed a grimace of pain as she bit deeply into his neck, letting out a loud cat cry as he slid inside her.

"Nyhaaa~!?"