⁜ Unknown Place: ??? POV
Inside an eerie cave, filled with green and black light, the walls as if filled with a constant decay and rot shimring light from a dull torch almost seeming to be extinguished in the next mont.
A group of heavily wounded and injured Knights were marching down the dull, dreary halls of this tomb-like ho.
"So you are saying that your entire unit was wiped out and the necromancer I lent to you died?"
A cold voice cracked like a board being dragged along soone's nails, causing the knights, all grown warriors, to shudder in terror as the voice beca twisted and erratic.
"Did... did you fools anger my Lord? Answer... answer!"
The commanding voice beca manic as the knights gulped in terror and shouted without any hesitation, "Lord, we killed several of the human kingdom's strongest—the Necromancer succeeded in summoning the troll hero and clearing the barrier. We captured many captives to sacrifice and experint on—our mission was a complete success!"
They knelt in unison with their swords stabbing the dull ground as the cave walls began to groan and leak sli from them.
"Complete success..... complete success......... complete? FAILURE!" The twisted figure on the throne, enveloped in darkness, with only two green eyes devoid of any emotion but madness and bloodlust, stared at the knights.
They began to tremble, and two of the rear knights began to sway, their eyes bleeding, and arms and skin began to rot as they died in agony. Their bodies turned into dried husks before exploding from within as strange worm-like creatures burst from the knights' remains and began to feast upon their fallen ally's remains...
Their screams and shouts echoed in the cave, causing the leader to clench his fist; sweat leaked down his cheeks while bowing and shouting with honesty, "Lord, please forgive our failure. We lost two heroes, but my Lord, we couldn't fight that existence!"
"Let see..."
The male's voice sounded as black tendrils began to penetrate the knight's brains one by one to see the details... his eyes opened before glowing brightly, "A male demon king... in my Lord's territory? HahahahAHAHAHAHAHAhahahah nono.... we must clean this error... soone finds so bleach....
we must clean this inferior garbage before my Lord descends to this plane!"
The knights gulped—so began to salivate at the thought of finally killing soone worthy of their Lord's ire and proving their worthiness, "Lord, please allow us to serve you once again—we will not fail this task! If we find this demon king, I promise I will present his head to you personally!"
A hand stretched from the darkness like a devil, reaching the knight's head as his screams echoed through the halls... the next mont, a white bottle filled with bubbling bleach and other substances... the hand poured it down the knight's throat.
The screams turned into a distorted sound—the knight's head began to boil before steam began to seep from his pores... a grin appeared on the Lord's face as he enjoyed the knight's screams... before they stopped as the leader laughed, vomiting black blood with his skull turning grey before cracking and peeling...
The strange worms burst from his chest—the knights watched their commander beco the test subject as they shivered in silence...
"Go, you are the new commander. Kill, slaughter. However, you can, but this man must die... My Lord has said he carries the scent of the damn fairy sluts to the northeast! Kill them, ravish their tiny bodies with your swords! Make those who deny my Lord suffer!"
"HAIL THE GLORIOUS PHISTO!"
The Knights all chanted without any complaints and marched from the tomb while the Lord grinned... his eyes continued to watch as the worms feasted on the rotten corpse before lting and disintegrating into a black mist that leaked into his skull while laughing manically.
"Ahahaha... this fun... such a strange world... why is my Lord so quiet... I miss him... please co soon, Lord phistopheles....
and devour my brain piece by piece hehe...eheheh hahahahahaha!" His laughter began to echo, spreading across the lands and into the nightmares of those sleeping.
It was a dark and terrific knight for those who were natives of the human kingdom of Galdowin... A terror had already devoured the mind and soul of their king, and any of his heirs in the kingdom were now slaves to a Demon.
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⁜ Lancelot POV
anwhile, Lancelot arrived back at Maria's village with his thoughts turning grim... sohow he felt a strange urge to murder sothing. His hands shook with his Raven wings trembling—he noticed Tyr playing with the fairy and snow elves while lodica was kissing Maria's cheek...
Ah... I want them to kiss ... Wait... no.
"Welco back, Lancelot."
The first to greet him was Maria, who looked sleepy as she slowly hugged him as if naturally. It seed that from the battle to their marriage being settled, Maria was growing each mont. She acted far braver and didn't hide anymore—even Tyr couldn't match Maria's adorableness and seed to envy her slightly when Lancelot pulled Maria closer.
"Sorry, I was gone for a few hours... I went exploring and got sidetracked; are you girls alright?" He spoke with a worried tone while checking Maria's body, noticing her smooth neck, shoulders, and collarbone with the soft skin, causing his heart to beat rapidly as Maria leaned into his hug more...
"I missed you... my heart hurts... help ...." she said with such a sweet voice that he half thought that lodica was inside her again, but the Fairy was now fighting with Tyr... her little fairy legs hitting the dragoness with a flying bicycle kick...
Damn... Maria is growing too cute... should I just kidnap her.... what the fuck am I thinking! This is my wife!
"Help you? Do you need more mana?" Lancelot felt strange talking like this as Maria nodded without complaint—she lifted herself and kissed his lips gently... he felt Maria's small body becoming warr before he stroked her back and pressed his lips back.
He took the initiative and kissed Maria's lips much more passionately than the fairy girl as she felt his tongue entering her mouth... Lancelot tasted Maria's sweetness as she began to moan softly... lodica and Tyr stopped fighting the mont they heard Maria's cute moans before lodica began to giggle as Tyr seed to feel uncomfortable but didn't step forward to top it...
but her black tail was slapping the ground in irritation.
"Kiss her harder; our mastah wants to steal your virtue!" lodica teased Maria—the little Fairy felt proud watching the shy and anxious snow elf change and gain courage, but Maria ignored her as her hands grasped Lancelot's head and hair, stroking through the glossy silver locks and sucking on his tongue greedily.
Damn... Maria is too hot... should I really steal this girl's virtue here... wait, we should get to know each other better first!
Lancelot suddenly regained his rationality as his hand patted Maria's large ass, squeezing it tightly, as she only filled his mouth with more, sweet seductive hot breath from her moaning; he kissed her lips and jawline while Maria giggled gently before Lancelot found lodica hovering beside him, watching with amazent, as Maria licked her lips with an alluring glint in her eyes.
"Maria, your kiss is super wet and sweet! How erotic!" lodica teased them as Maria let him go gently—her blue eyes glistening with frost magic that lted the more he watched before she left him and returned to lodica, sitting beside her fairy sister while watching Tyr cross her arms in annoyance and fly into the cottage.
"What's wrong with Tyr?" Maria asked as lodica laughed cutely, "Ahaha... well, she doesn't like sharing mastah~ I think Tyr has fallen in love with him!" Maria realised her sister Fairy's words were correct... Lancelot watched Maria smile like she was at ease, patting the head of Tyr.
"Alright, I'm tired. Good night... Maria, lodica, everyone~" Lancelot felt drained after kissing Maria—it was strange... he could feel sothing flowing into his body that made him want to mate with Maria, to push her down and make her howl like a beast, and yet he also wanted to sleep for so reason.
lodica waved with a playful wink, and Maria blew a snowflake kiss while whispering good night, "My husband is so cool... but Tyr, why is he so distant?" Maria asked Tyr, who flew beside her and sulked...
"He kisses you, holds you, strokes your butt and chest, but I got a head pat... Am I not sexy!?" Tyr cried out cutely as Maria couldn't help but laugh gently before lodica joined in—their giggles attracted Lancelot's attention for a brief mont.
"Ah, poor Tyr, Mariri has taken his love away..."
anwhile, Lancelot was suffering... his body began to overheat... the strange curse in his chest kept driving his desires towards Maria as he bit his tongue until it bled, covering him with his blood.
He realised there was sothing about this curse...
It's like it's taking my feelings... and affection and turning them into dirty... obscene feelings is the curse trying to find the woman or person most important to and then spread to her through sex...!?
Lancelot hit himself in the head, trying to cool himself down as he fell onto his bed and fell into a light sleep...
However... as the night grew deeper... soone snuck into his tent... as the marking on his chest began to burn his body once more... as the sound of clothes sliding along his skin and hitting the ground gently sounded...
The figure climbed into his bed, unaware of the future it would bring the pair.
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