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Vincent decided to visit his mother at the medical hall, his tall body sneaking past the knights as he sat beside her bed; there were countless bandages and ointments on her body as she slept peacefully, his hands holding tightly onto her\'s gripping tightly as she mumbled in her sleep about himself and Milla. 

"Mother... It\'s wonderful to see you.... you\'re as beautiful as always, even when injured."

"So many things have happened since you left... let me tell you..."

He spoke with a soft voice, not the sound of the fierce and dominant Vincent, who was a daemon, but the young man who this woman raised; his words were like a melodic lullaby, as Verda began to calm down after hearing his voice, her body no longer trembling or seeming to be distressed in her sleep, as she turned on her side now facing his body.

The enormous breasts that always caused him to feel a sense of wonder and allure slipping from her thin robe, the dark brown skin shimmering in the candlelight, soon morning would come, and there might be doctors who came.

Thus he stopped the story again, ready to continue another time, before leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead, letting his anima permeate through her body in the hopes of aiding her healing.

"I\'ll come again, Mother. Make sure you rest well." 

"I love you."

He called out as she mumbled and groaned a little before rolling over and spreading her body out like an angel; her posture was horrible as her legs began to hang off the bed, showing a dark patch of fur that forced him to rush out of the room, still not ready for that kind of thought to be held towards his mother.

-

Their journey continued with the girls all taking turns to leave the carriage, but most were kept inside to avoid suspicious thoughts of others; the carriage was large but not enough for more than 10 people!

Today Vincent was sitting on a horse near the back wearing a hooded robe; beside him was Amira; since that night, her relations with Vincent only escalating as Momo sat in the driver\'s seat, watching as her hands reached into his robes, moving with a jerking motion as her body leaned against his, hidden by the large transport carriage with various goods for the knight order and merchants.

\'I am so jealous... every night he goes into her room... her dirty cries make me feel so hot...!\' Momo whispered as she held the reigns with a single hand, her other moving along with the motion of Vincent\'s that was currently inside the leather skirt of Amira, some of the knights asked why she stopped wearing full plate and tight pants.

Momo also wondered why until yesterday when she stumbled upon them having anal sex in the carriage luggage, hidden between two crates and a few barrels, her mouth stuffed with her underwear.

"I shouldn\'t look..." She scolded herself as her hand began to speed up rather than stop.

Meanwhile,

"Hey... what\'s wrong?"

Amira knew they were being watched and pulled her hand away, turning around to face him.

"Nothing... I thought how lucky I am to have such a strong, handsome man as young as my daughter fucking me every night despite working as a knight."

"Haha... well, I am lucky to have such a lustful and sexy female knight who keeps me warm even during the day." Vincent teased, his hands moving faster as they teased her favourite spot with wild movements.

She said, her eyes not leaving the road as the carriage moved slowly forward, passing through the city streets without anyone stopping to watch, before looking back and winking at Momo as she pushed Vincent back so the cute wolf could see his member in its full glory before she leaned down and swallowed it whole.

-

After three days of travel, they finally arrived at their destination: a small village not far from the capital, filled with farms and animals. They could hear the sounds of horses neighing and goats bleating, which excited them.

"A village? It looks normal, though."

Momo remarked as she grabbed the reins, forcing the carriage to slow down and stop before looking outside.

"What is it?"

"There are lots of people walking around!"

Vincent looked, too and saw that the villagers were all bustling about their business as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Usually, this wouldn\'t be unusual, but that shouldn\'t happen because of this village... Not too long ago, it was wiped out by a goblin counterattack; these people, all of them...

Were dead!

"Momo, be careful and don\'t leave my side." Vincent\'s eyes narrowed, his voice stern as he grasped her hand; their usual little game of tease the wolf long ended, her hand grasped his tightly, as if afraid he would vanish somewhere, while he communicated with the girls inside before watching to see what the female knights would do.

"Follow me!" A nostalgic and powerful voice sounded as Verda, in her full armour, stepped forward, having made a full recovery, the doctors were shocked as it should have taken months to heal her bones and damaged muscles, but maybe Vincent\'s stories and anima each night might have effected her too well. 

\'I still don\'t understand why she would wear more alluring and skimpy nightwear each night... what did the doctors think when caring for her? Thank god they are all female, or I might have killed them all.\' Vincent thought, his hand gripping Momo as he pulled her onto his lap, stroking her tail to soothe his slight anger.

"Mmm.... you can play with my butt too.....if it helps..." Momo whispered, remembering the soft blue buttocks of Amira being teased several times on the carriage ahead of her. Since Verda recovered, Amira was forced to perform her duties and stop slacking. Thus they only met secretly at night.

"Momo, you are so lewd; when did you start being a bad girl?" Vincent smiled knowingly as he stroked her butt, not planning to do anything to her as the knights in their silver armour entered the strange village of the dead.

\'This little girl looks so tired... following me each night to visit Amira, her little fluffy tail was a dead giveaway...\' Last night would be one of their last times sleeping together.

Hence they were very vocal and rough when he carried Amira around the room; they banged against a wooden wardrobe, and the door opened slightly as a white wolf\'s tail slipped out, moving erratically.

\'Such a naughty girl... but cute.\' 

Vincent had noticed her slight changes; she would follow him more, watch his figure as they moved around towns or villages, sometimes trying to make time to be together and asking him if he wanted to visit her room at night.

He would have loved to enjoy the first time with this cute white wolf, but Amira\'s bubbly demonic ass was just too alluring for him, and soon they would part. 

Sadly, leaving his cute wolf to be lonely, he made sure to give her lots of affection when they rode together as Momo began to lightly snore in his chest, \'to think in the past she might be scared of this kind of scene... 

The undead is walking on the earth as the knights kill them again. He just hoped there were no more voracious eaters, always thinking about the dangers Odette\'s father could create after disappearing for so long and seeming to target Vincent\'s life.

***

"Are we going in?"

Verda wore her helmet and breastplate, a sword hanging on her hip as she walked forwards, her black hair neatly tied back, her two trusted companions behind her in their armour; Amira stood behind her, looking around with a shortsword and shield rather than greatsword as her blade cleaved the head of a zombie with ease.

"Ah, of course!" 

"You\'ve become stronger in the past few days... what\'s your secret?" Verda teased as she tapped Amira\'s steel chest plate, the pair then moving forward and entering the village lord\'s hut.

Amira couldn\'t answer Verda\'s question as she blushed under the full steel helmet that luckily covered her face; Verda almost walked in on her and V several times since she recovered, only commenting that her room smelt like sex and the thick scent of sperm, mocking her at breakfast that her breath smelt funny.

The village felt empty, with corpses scattered across the ground, making it hard for Amira to believe there was ever a population living here.

\'How can I tell you, the only different thing I\'ve been doing is drinking the sperm of a young stud!?\' She thought as she moved inside, both wearing their helmets as they searched for survivors or a leader to convince them to join the kingdom.

"It\'s strange that the ghosts and corpses were celebrating... It makes it feel eerie and a little sad..." Amira mumbled before Verda turned back towards her with a severe face.

"No, this wasn\'t natural... There is a necromancer... a very talented one!" 

Inside Verda\'s hand was a strange symbol, like a human affixed to a strange bent cross, with animal blood and flesh forced inside the weird black wood.

"Back to the caravan! This is an ambush; they are after the caravan, not us!"

They ran out of the small building as the two knights followed, leaving Amira alone in the hut with her thoughts; it was a shame that Vincent overlooked how she was changing, or maybe he did but kept it to himself.

She sighed, too embarrassed to say anything as she remembered the night before, then tried to find something to wipe herself before she joined the rest of the Lazarus knight unit, no longer feeling something oozing down her legs.

When she reached Verda, she stood silently, only noticing that the carriage and caravan were gone.

They vanished as if they had never existed in the first place.

\'Eh? He\'s gone?\' Amira gasped, thinking they had abandoned them. 

However, Verda\'s words caused her to let out a sigh of relief and hate herself for being so attached to a young man, they had only had sex for the past few days, yet she found herself growing fond of his touch, the way he comforted her and was harsh when needed. 

"They have been transported into a dungeon..." 

Amira stepped forward beside Verda, wondering how she came to this conclusion, but they saw it. Hidden under the long wheat and dead grass was a vast, now burnt symbol used for teleportation; this one would take you to a floor in the dungeon you visited previously.

"Amira, what dungeons are nearby with humanoid enemies?"

"Three miles west of us is an undead dungeon, and the next one is a lizardman dungeon... Then there\'s a hellhound dungeon and a vampire dungeon..."

"Let\'s go there first, shall we?"

"A necromancer able to lord over an undead dungeon so close to the capital? What is the Maelstrom Knight order doing!?" Amira complained as they all began to jog towards the west with a light pace, dropping most of the heavy armour into their space luggage to avoid exertion while they faced a mass of zombies and strange undead creatures along their path.

A battle ensued as the two knights rushed through the farmlands, avoiding the zombies and skeletons as they tried to attack them with their bare hands; they were not fast enough, so the two knights quickly destroyed them with their swords and shields.

"It\'s strange..." Amira spoke as her blade killed yet another zombie. 

"What do you mean, Hah!" Verda crushed several with the flick of her greatsword. 

"It\'s almost like this was a trap specifically designed to delay us and deal with someone on the carriage..."

"It\'s possible."  Verda replied as she stepped over a pile of dead bodies, stepping forward with her sword held high "If so, I cannot understand who is that important in our caravan..."

"We need to get rid of them before they summon any more monsters!" Amira declared, joining her friend in killing the undead, crushing their heads and severing limbs before they could even groan; the knights were delayed and trying to reach the dungeon among the countless horde of undead creatures that constantly flowed out of nowhere.