"Gahh!!"

Vincent's body was moving quickly, slashing and stabbing the undead before him; his eyes were fixed on the doorway, as a powerful, strong being was approaching rapidly, while Zarina and his lovers were thinning out the crowd of zombies and undead. The sound of clashing steel echoed in the cavern as they exchanged blows, while the cavern shook from the sound of the undead's screams and the piercing screams of those who died.

His golden eyes narrowed as the figure took shape; the large, black, slender sword pierced the neck of the undead; while his hand was wrapped around the handle of the grip, Vincent dashed forward as the figure was shrouded in darkness and rushed forward towards Zarina who's eyes were glowing red, with her fangs extended due to her excitement.

"Foul Monster!" The woman's black sword was too fast; even Zarina hadn't realised she was there as the silver armour began to show; a flash of red tore through the sky as Vincent's spear slammed into the black sword, sending it flying back as the woman took a single step back before she let out an impressed sound.

"Oh? Interesting." The helmet distorted her voice, and due to her attacking Zarina, Vincent's mind instantly judged her as an enemy as he lunged forward, piercing with the techniques his mother had taught him for over a decade.

"Hmmm?" The feminine voice sounded. "You are quite skilled... but I am far more experienced than you!"

Her body shot forward, firing a succession of slashes and stabs; her blade was enormous, yet moved like a dagger, causing Vincent to parry and dodge with the most narrow changes desperately; his body began to fill with bloody wounds, and his naked torso now covered in deep gashes and thick red and gold blood.

He couldn't afford to lose to this woman, his muscles tightened, losing power, but his speed exploded, sharply dodging her attacks while using his speed to slip through her guard and pierce into her body several times with his spear; she responded with pure violence and power, her foot slamming into his thigh, knocking him down as she elbowed him in the jaw, causing his beautiful lips to ooze with blood.

"Ah... keep fighting... so good! What a fine man!" The woman's voice sounded with both excitement and a hint of lust.

"Ooh... I see..." He replied, keeping his spear before him as she stepped back, allowing him to see more clearly. In the dark, grimy cave, her armour was stained with black, filthy blood likely from the undead; not a spec was clean, while her massive black sword was almost 200cm long, yet this woman handled it like it was a toy, her posture lose, neither taking a defensive or offensive stance as her figure suddenly vanished!

Like a ghost in the ethereal plane, the woman's body appeared almost beside his face, the blade seeming to tear the atmosphere apart to slash towards his face!

"Hyaaa!!" With lightning speed, he grabbed his spear and intercepted the attack, using his momentum to spin and thrust the spear into her stomach while planting his boot on the hilt of his spear to boost the speed of the piercing lunge. However, the woman let out a soft hum before her body slid around the spear, gently sliding her hand over the shaft, placing her palm over his handsome face, then throwing his body with pure force, the flames that surrounded him merely warm for her.

Vincent was sent flying across the room, slamming into the wall as he felt the entire world spinning, yet the woman didn't try to kill him nor rush to attack Zarina. Her steps were slow, graceful and nostalgic as she approached him as he tried to rise.

"What is going on?" He asked, confused as she kneeled before him, her head tilting back as she smiled.

'What is this monster doing!?' He thought to himself as her hands released her sword, cupping around his cheeks; then he saw it, the beautiful emerald gemstones inside her helmet, filled with a wet glaze, as she leaned forward and kissed him, at first a kiss like a mother, like family, but then...

A burst of power erupted inside his mind as she deepened the kiss, her tongue pressing against his lips and forcing them open, pushing into his mouth with one hand, her other hand stroked down his chest, grabbing hold of his shirt, pulling him towards her with ease, her breasts pressed against him.

He could feel her heart throbbing wildly; she didn't seem to care about his blood as her hot, slippery tongue lapped it up, swallowing it as she kissed him deeper, reaching into his pants as if a tigress in heat, then her helmet finally slipped off revealing her beautiful caramel skin, emerald eyes and long, silky black hair.

"Mm... Aaahh...!" His mind was blank as her hands reached below his belt, gripping his member, then letting out a pleased groan and nibbling on the tip of his tongue as she pulled away, sucking the saliva from their connection.

"M...Mother?"

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"Eh? Mother? Me?" Verda asked, her eyes transforming from the lustful female in heat, to her normal state.

"How.... how could my cute little boy because so damn handsome... I cannot believe fighting against my son made me horny and wet! Hahaha!" Verda removed her helmet as she began to chuckle, stroking his cheek and staring at him with loving eyes.

"Mother... you're still playing with my..."

"It's grown a little too big.... can a normal girl take this? Do you want to practise with Mommy first?" Her eyes were narrow and teasing as she slowly released the hardening tip, helping him to his feet as she stepped back, looking at his bloody chest; she looked sad for a moment instead, looking at his spear and eyes.

"You've grown, almost unrecognisable... Won't Milla become crazy when she sees you... before she had a crush, now she'd probably drug you and ravage you... although her virgin cunt would be ruined by that monster! Haha!"

"Mother.... stop being so vulgar... I like my soft and gentle mother...."

"Eh... but this is me too, you know? I spent so long without a good dick... that the ultimate one was right inside my house all along..."

Vincent felt a little uncomfortable, but this was how the southern principality was; his mother sometimes acted like this when drunk, and he was growing up, saying it was "To check his growth" or other things... So, in reality, his first time wasn't with Titania back then; she was just the first woman who wasn't his mother.

'Mother is more wild and unpredictable... but she's healthy, and that's good.'

When he was about continue the conversation with his mother, who was looking at the various women who watched her with wide eyes, her smiling face knew precisely what this look meant, remembering when she met her former husband's family and how amazing his mother was.

"V!?" Amira's voice sounded an almost shrill scream before Vincent's mind began to panic, he wanted to unfurl his wings and fly away, but it was too late.

The loud clang of armour didn't stop her from rushing towards him, seeing the state of his bloody body moments after she decided to meet him once again and ask for his name; if they can see each other in the future, he stands with a bloodied body, seeming to be light and unsteady on his feet. Thus Amira dashed forward, her arms warping around his back, holding him tightly as her lips sealed he, stopping him from telling her the big mistake she was about to make.

"Amira.... what the FUCK are you doing!?" Verda snapped, her face in shock, as she watched her new sister deep kissing her son, causing her to feel a strange pain in her chest.

She didn't reply. Instead, she kept kissing him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, gripping his cheeks as her hips pushed against his, grinding them together while her breasts pressed into his chest.

"Mmmmn... V... I was so worried. I ....."

"Amira... why are you sucking on my son's face? Why are you grinding your old pussy against his cock?" Verda spoke with a slightly dull and scar voice as the entire atmosphere changed, with Amira's head slowly turning towards Verda as she licked the drool from her lips.

"Why are you kissing your daughter's lover with the face like a bitch in heat!?" She shouted, making Amira turn back towards her, a stern expression on her face.

"Eh!?" Amira looked shocked, her eyes looking towards "V" and Verda before she began to understand those words; turning back to Vincent, she stroked his face with a quivering hand with eyes filled with doubts and confusion.

"Are you... Really Odette lover? The one she writes about every day?"

Vincent was just as stunned; the sexy woman with a daughter was his future mother-in-law!? He'd been giving Odette's mother creampies every night for almost a week!?

"Ah, that's my mother, and Odette is one of the women I love..." He answered honestly. Otherwise, his mother might chop him up again as a lesson.

"Ah... Then...!?" Amira's soft blue skin shone as she knelt, feeling her abdomen and face.

"I've been enjoying the seed of my daughter's future husband... becoming addicted to the pleasure of his sex....?"

This time it was Verda's time to be shocked as she heard the last sentence... her face was a little red, to think of her sister in battle fucking her son... letting him finish inside her caused her to feel a strange sense of shame, excitement and anger.

Meanwhile, looking from the caravan roof was Raizel, her blonde drill twin-tails swaying as she seemed to be eating some popcorn, with Zerana and Vera sitting beside her.

"Listen, girls; this is what people call a Shuraba!"