The night was still even the crickets too tired to chirp tonight, the stars and moon above leaking into the warm room.
Suddenly Vincent began to stir, feeling a sense of unrest, strange sounds in the distance as he began to awaken, his body covered by the smooth, soft breasts of four women, maybe five, as one sneaky goblin was curled up beneath his crotch with her soft hair tickling his thighs.
'When did Mel'Lila enter!?' He thought.
The way beside the point as his feathered ears perked up, listening to a strange sound, dissonance in the far reaches of this small town.
Flames began to erupt from the wooden parts of the wall, and distant screams of the town guard caused Vincent's body to shoot up, disturbing the women across him, their drool and damp flesh rolling onto the side of his bed.
"Wake up, girls; there's something wrong. The town guard is screaming for help; a fire is burning in the distant west."
"Mmmm... sleepy..." Mel'Lila complained before rubbing her eyes.
"Nyauu... my body hurts... it burns between my legs..."
"Darling... don't be so rough... I almost bruised my ass..." Mel'Zeth muttered as she hit the floor from him, lifting into the air.
"Stop messing around!" His voice boomed, causing all the half-asleep women to wake up, now more alert as they looked at him with a smile.
Vincent didn't have time to mess with them as he wrapped his body in his black robe and suit before stepping onto the double window's ledge, pushing it open and looking back at them with a smirk.
"The first one to alert the others and join me gets a special reward! Make sure you are all armed, just in case. I can hear the sound of weapons colliding."
With those words, his body vanished from vision, fluttering through the air as he spread his wings, shooting towards the east like a bird of prey with narrowed eyes.
'Is that the uncle Darius that Mel'Zeth met earlier?'
He could see a group of more than 40 humans, their bodies wearing chainmail armour with various pieces of leather where it was lacking.
They wielded huge swords, sharp axes and strong shields as the mere 10 guards were being overpowered.
Vincent watched as the guards desperately tried to avoid the deadly crossbow bolts and arrows launched by the rear mercenaries that safely attacked with wicked volleys aimed at maiming the guards rather than killing them.
'Let's take care of those bastards!'
His eyes narrowed, nails growing into sharp claws, as he burst forward at high speeds tearing through the wind, causing the little resistance to become worthless, hurling towards the archers before they could even load another barrage of arrows.
He stretched his arms, slicing through the air, cutting the throats of three crossbowmen, their bolts far deadlier to the goblins than arrows due to the armour-piercing effects.
Woosh!
Flicking his wings towards the archers aiming at him, their bows misaligned as their arrows shot into the distance, missing Vincent's body before he continued his assault, ripping and tearing apart the unprotected archers, sadly their calls for help to slow, as he snapped the neck of the final archer.
Filled with blood, Vincent turned to face the huge group of melee fighters, only a handful turning to face him, spear, mace, axe and sword... All manner of weapons began to form a formation, with the heavy weapons and armoured troops boxing him in, trying to stop him using the agility of his flight.
'Thess bastards....'
The moment he summoned his spear, the black shaft glistened in the moonlight and their golden torchlight, a huge gust of wind, followed by a massive surge of the earth, began to rumble from the direction of the town.
P'ella fluttered her wings, holding both hands as she controlled her storm of feathers and wind.
"Darling~ I am here!"
At the same time, Titania stood beside her, wearing black leather armour, her hand with a spear and shield forming countless spikes of earth that began to penetrate and push back the mercenaries from the wounded and battered town guard.
"These humans are surprisingly weak..."
Vincent looked towards the group of men, around 43 remaining to his rough count, as he began to glow with an evil dark purple flame.
His body stepped forward, building momentum as he held Raizel parallel to his body, ready to pierce.
'Let's have some fun; I imagine there's more to this attack than meets the eye.' Vincent thought as he saw the strange look in the mercenary's eyes, bloodshot and crazed as if they were not completely sane.
The spear's red tip was now swirled with flames as his wings slammed down, sending his body shooting towards the back of the mercenaries, who seemed to visibly panic, some backing away as he clashed against the shield bearers.
His sharp spear easily penetrated the front male, ripping apart his chest, charring and tearing his organs, before the dark purple flames burst like an explosion as Vincent stood on a level with the front line.
The explosive force sent the humans fluttering through the air as they slammed into the ground, bleeding internally as their skin and flesh began to melt from the extreme heat.
"Ah.... monster!!" Screamed one mercenary with a sword as he began to flee, turning his back to Vincent before a huge mace swiped across his body, tearing him apart and leaving only the lower body remaining, his upper body now mere fleshy goo on the end of Mel'Zeth's mace.
"Tsk, these filthy bastards... can't even die cleanly..." She cursed, clicking her tongue as she lunged forward, smashing and crushing humans, with her face more fierce than Vincent had ever seen.
It didn't take long for the goblins to recover; after a short ten or so minutes, the humans were massacred, apart from one male who was wearing a full plate; he seemed to be important, so Zerana captured him, beating him until his legs were snapped and tore off his arms with her tails before presenting him to Vincent with a cute look as she sat down.
"Hehe~ I did well?"
He lowered a hand and began to stroke her head, watching as the sisters of Mel'Zeth easily dealt with the corpses, taking off any useful armour, especially the metal ones which could be smelted down or re-used.
They would then toss the naked corpses into a deep pile, which was dug with Titania's newly found power with the earth element, before burning them with Vincent's powerful purple flame, which left nothing but charred remains, avoiding any form of disease or sickness from appearing in their little town.
"Oh, good job, girls. You learned what I taught you well!" Ravena shouted, her body walking with a strange limp as she approached the group, smiling gently as she carried a huge cart with refreshments behind her.
"Mother!? Why are you walking so funny!" Mel'Lila teased, alternating her gaze between Vincent and Ravena.
"Oi... don't be a cheeky brat, don't think I don't know you want the same!" Ravena scolded one of her younger daughters.
"Che.... mother is too stingy; she's already eaten sister's man and doesn't let us try!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere became cold as a goblin with olive skin stood behind the cute Mel'Lila, who was showing off before her head was grabbed and began to be tightened; only the sound of Lila groaning and begging for forgiveness sounded.
"L-i-l-a~ Vincent is mine, and I won't share him with you if you act like a brat, okay?"
Vincent almost laughed at this weird family, his eyes looking towards the cute younger girls who seemed to be hiding from the gaze of their sister.
Dracia used his body to mask her large physique as she looked from behind his shoulders with her cute, blinking eyes.
"Brother, my sister is mean; you should protect me. I am the youngest!"
While Mel'Jarana, with her blue skin, was oblivious now, playing with Vera and Zerana as they all held the discarded weapons of the mercenaries pretending to be bandits or something.
"Y'ar I am Jerana of the deep! Hand over all yer treasures!" The cute girl over 6ft tall began to tease and point her sword towards Vera and Zerana, who were both short and held slightly silver swords, as Vera looked a little funny with a sword, her feeble arms almost shaking from its weight.
"Hmph! Don't dare commit any crimes on my watch Jerana! I am Zerana the just! May the evil fear my silver sword, nyah~!" Zera always seemed to enjoy these little games; after sleeping with Vincent, she returned to normal, but sometimes a fleeting and passionate look would steer his way.
"I am... Vera... Please... Stop your evil..."
'Vera is so cute... she seems sleepy and scared of the huge body of Jerana. Is it because she is similar to Samira back home? The strict woman who supports Elena with these two damn misfits.'
"Come to think of it, where is Tama?" Vincent asked as many women looked towards a pile of hay, little ginger cat girls sleeping on the pile with gentle snores.
He shook his head, wondering how she survived as a member of Elena's gang this far; it was like she had no sense of danger or fear.
Clang!
The loud sound of metal boots sinking into the cracked mud filled his ears; it seemed that Zarina didn't take part in the battle here, but she went to check for any scouts or stragglers after she made sure there was no secret force lurking in the shadows.
Her black gauntlets were filled with sticky blood, some dried and the rest fresh, as she carriehalf-deaddead mercenary with the same crest as the man that Zera caught with no arms, which Ravena began to interrogate.
Thud!
Zarina dropped the corpse at Vincent's feet, her red eyes glistening in the darkness like ruby lamps.
"Vincent, it seems there will be another attack, but this fool didn't know any details, even with my hypnotic gaze... But it will be much larger."
"I see... good work Zarina, come here. Take a drink."
He tilted his neck with a foreboding look, another attack and larger. They managed to handle this assault because the enemy was small and didn't expect heavy resistance.
Zarina's body skipped forward as she happily sank her fangs into his neck, her feet standing on her tiptoes.
"Mmmmn~!"
It seemed that this night would be a long one, as the warm feeling of her lips as she sucked his blood began to feel pleasant, the tight feeling as she sipped on his blood causing him to let out a slight groan.
While the other women looked on in jealousy, including Ophelis and Ophelia, who both hid in the darkness, always waiting to protect their master and beloved if he was struck a fatal blow, neither of them would flinch from saving him with their bodies.
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