Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!



Deep beneath the earth, a bloody ritual site lay in a dark and grimy cave. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the flickering light of torches cast eerie shadows on the rough stone walls.

A thick misty miasma caught the people inside coughing and spluttering as it penetrated their throats and attacked their lungs with necrotic damage, killing the very cells that worked within the body.

This dungeon was once used for a great band of monsters. Still, when it was overrun by the undead several years ago, the kingdom abandoned clearing it due to the spread of infection and how the necrosis affected their powerful knights permanently.

Even the church's grace could not heal these dark and soul-biting wounds.

Now the lair of a twisted necromancer with underhanded deals with many people throughout the kingdom of Ulkan, performing many dark rituals and sacrifices to earn coins and make the kingdom avoid clearing the dungeon completely.

A mystery as to who wished this caravan and its inhabitants dead. 

Sadly, it was too late to ask as they were brought deep into the depths of the earth, and the innocent travellers would now be sacrificed for the necromancer's gruesome death ritual.

Crude altars and foul-looking symbols surrounded the site of the bloody ritual, scrawled in blood on the walls, thick and sticky blood smeared along the floor in strange patterns and sigils along with the remains of previous sacrifices, an air stuffy with the smell of death.

The necromancer had set up a throne of bones and skulls at the centre of the ritual site, where he would preside over his dark ceremonies. His skeletal minions lurked in the shadows, their empty eye sockets glowing with an unnatural light.

The merchants and their guards had been left to huddle together in the corner of the cave, their belongings scattered around them.

Yet, the black carriage seemed impervious to the damage caused by sudden teleportation. 

Many merchants were frightened and bewildered, their eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit space, only to discover they were trapped in this madman's lair.

The only way out of the cave was through a narrow tunnel that twisted and turned through the earth. It was guarded by the necromancer's minions, who would stop at nothing to prevent anyone from leaving the cave alive.

Deadly clear that this is a place of darkness and death. The only hope of escape lies in defeating the necromancer and his minions and breaking the spell that binds the travellers to this accursed place.

But the thick miasma began to grip the caravan guards and the few knights of Lazarus that remained tried to keep order. However, they were as scared as the others and began to panic and make noise.

Vincent's sharp eyes observed the cave, a vast area with a strange feeling.

The walls pulsated with a strange dark energy, similar to mana but something darker and more sinister; the ground beneath them was filled with thick blood and strange sigils that he couldn't understand.

'This was just a coincidence and had nothing to do with my siblings, right?' He thought before noticing the state of Momo, who was shuddering in his arms, her lips turning pale, face blue.

Although he was fine, maybe due to his race or the anima flowing through his body that purified any filth that tried to enter instantly.

'Not like mere necrotic energy could compare to the abyss, though.'

Momo's soft tail was fluffed out as she looked up into his eyes with her wet and suffering look, she tried to speak, but the deadly miasma seemed to affect her airway.

Vincent noticed the necromancer was merely watching them, his strange skull mask and an odd dress covering his face and body while a sickening grin was on his face. He held Momo tightly, deciding to do the most logical thing possible since his fluids contained anima and could protect her from the deadly fog; he leaned close to the face of Momo, her cute eyes widening as she felt his approach.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she twitched as she felt his breath against her ear; then his lips brushed hers as he whispered, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry, Momo, relax and accept my kiss."

She gasped as she felt his lips brush her cheek and nose, his lips softly touching her skin, her body tensing slightly.

He smelled of sweat and blood, which made her shiver, and then she felt his tongue touch her lips, her mouth opening in a daze, tasting the warm and sweet taste of his tongue. Her lips parted further as he continued to kiss her, his hand caressing her neck gently.

'Such a cute girl, but now is not the time for me to get aroused...'

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Momo's soft tongue began to entangle his passionately, her mouth sucking on him as if to absorb all the delicious air and drool from his mouth, as her how breath began to blow against his face from her tiny nose.

She could taste his thick saliva, sweet and warming, coating her mouth and throat as the burning of the miasma stopped hurting her. 

However, she clung to his neck, seeking more kisses as if desperately addicted to the taste of his lips

She was happy it didn't take him long to understand what she wanted, and Momo felt his hands roaming around her back as he kissed her repeatedly. Momo wanted to enjoy the sweet taste of his mouth more, her soft lips wrapping around his tongue and sucking vigorously as she peered into his red eyes.

But then Momo felt his lips leave hers for a moment to breathe as he seemed to listen to her breathing. She watched as he moved away and began to take out his long black spear before pushing her gently into the driver's seat and activating the protective bubble on the wall.

His handsome face looked back at Momo for a moment, the smile on his face causing her heart to throb, "Wait for me here, my cute little wolf; let's do something special together when we manage to escape." 

"Hueh? Special..." All sorts of dirty thoughts came to her mind as she recalled the obscene scenes of him and that female knight, her breathing now more difficult as she no longer felt any fear or worry; instead, a sense of arousal and desire built up within her body.

She licked her lips, which were still coated in his saliva.

Then watched as Vincent hopped from the carriage and moved towards the door, only for a fully armoured Zarina and Titania with her leather armour to appear; for some reason, some of the girls didn't show up; Momo noticed none of the younger girls was outside the carriage, and it was just that small group of three and Tama.

Titania's expression was stern as she glared at the necromancer, "What's the plan to kill this dark fucker?"

Momo watched him flash her a wink before stepping past Titania, moving deeper into the cave towards the necromancer; his body began to transform into a strange but charming form.

Her fluffy tail began to pat the seat beside her, biting her lower lips, watching his black wings unfurl, and thick horns grow; she felt his Dragonoid form was just too alluring and sexy for her as she felt herself becoming wet from the half-naked body.

Unable to control her growing feelings of lust as Vincent showed off those tight muscles, his powerful upper body fully revealed as she watched his robe drop from his shoulders. 

'He looks so good... would he be rougher in that form... will that huge thing be even larger? Will it skewer Momo to her depths?'

It seemed that Momo felt a sense of attraction and lust towards his inhuman half-dragon form as she watched intently with her warm and affectionate eyes.

Meanwhile, Vincent began to walk towards the necromancer, his eyes focused and curious as to why they were teleported.

To his back, he felt the gaze of several of the knights. Thankfully this form looked more like a demon than that dragon form they had all fought a short while before.

"Yo!" He greeted the necromancer, who seemed to stare at him in a strange wonder as if meeting a ghost or something unexpected.

"Why... How? Did I fail my task... The prince said...." His voice was stuttering, seemingly fearful of something as he stood from the throne of bones, with a loud rattle as a troll's skull dropped to the ground.

'Hmmm, he seems to fear me and what about the prince? Should I go along with it... I don't know much about the royal family, but is there someone similar to me there?'

"Never, this is just a mishap, coincidence and shame..." Vincent spoke with a distorted and deep voice, his words could be seen as strange and incoherent, yet the necromancer seemed startled before kneeling towards him.

"Forgive me; I have not betrayed the prince... that knight group was absent when the ceremony activated, despite my bloodline sigil lighting that damnable woman Verda somehow escaped despite the beacon being lit.

'Oh, my mother is a damnable woman...' 

"They won't be spared; once the merchants and others present are killed, my task will be done; the crown prince won't need to send his brethren to observe and gauge my loyalty to him!"

Vincent got all the information he needed from this bastard; his mother and the Lazarus knight unit his sister was part of were the targets. The one targeting them is the crown prince, who is linked to someone with a similar form.

'So another daemon is in the capital... a male... interesting.'

"Understood," Vincent replied, reaching forward just above the necromancer's head.

The necromancer seemed to feel jubilated from the words, his body shaking with delight.

However...

Crack!

Vincent snapped his neck before tearing his head from the body; black flames began to burst from his palm, devouring and melting the face with a shocked look to ensure he didn't revive with some strange ritualistic magic.

The moment he killed the necromancer, all the monsters suddenly grew berserk.

"Titania, Zarina, wipe out the undead. Keep Momo safe."