Knights of the Holy Mother – 7

You are Saturday, believe it!

After a surprisingly short battle for Glowshroom, you spent most of the night celebrating. By breaking a lot of the locals out of their ECS.

And breaking in your goblin squires.

You had to be sneaky at first. The later it got, the sloppier you could get. Most of the knights were either sloshed or too exhausted to wake. You’re guessing at least a third of Glowshroom Town is free from the ECS.

You’re a bit scared. And excited.

Because Blade Goldheart specifically requested to meet you. You fly to his ship as the mid-morning sun shines down on the devastated battlefield. When his knights lead you to his room, you avoid flinching away from the holy talismans wrapped around their weapons. One of them gives you an encouraging pat on the back and shuts the door behind you.

“Ah, Ser Saturday. Are you a Knight, a Blade, or a Master?”

You’d say ‘Jonin’, but you’re busy picking your jaw off the floor. The ripped, blond vampire is casually doing stretches. In the nude.

“Ah, apologies.” He puts on a speedo and poses some more. “I find myself acting strangely as of late.”

“Yeah?” You work your voice.

Damn it, he’s super talkative. And attractive! At this rate, you’re going to be the Sasuke to his Naruto!

“Indeed. I suppose thine rank is of little consequence. I simply wished to let you know…that I know what you’ve done.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. Is he going to tear you apart now? Can he at least sodomize you first? Getting topped is more of a Naruto thing.

“Y-yeah?”

“Quite.” He smiles wide, fangs gleaming in the candlelight. “Why, I’ve never seen such a pinnacle of knighthood! Your knights have started a chain of events that have saved thousands, nay, tens of thousands of lives!”

He strikes a dominant pose and points at you. You try not to stare at his bulge.

“You protect the weak! You delved into danger to recover critical information! You fought side by side with the Silver Fist, then again with the Lunar and Solar Knights! You thought you were mere knights? No, it is I, Goldheart, that recognizes you for what you are…”

Uh-oh, is he…?

“Heroes! Why, even the villagers you’ve saved are livelier than before. The fresh scent of new life fills the air, and the thick, turgid masses of despair have cleared the way beneath the light of your goodness!”

You can smell that, and he’s technically right. There’s bound to be a population boom in Glowshroom Town soon. Also, does he hear himself talk?

“I must—” Goldheart tries striking another pose, but he’s not flexible enough. “Ooh, too far. Come here and massage my back, will you?”

He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be doing this on purpose. There’s no way the ripped, mostly-naked vampire isn’t doing this on purpose. Right?

“Um…I’m a harpy. I don’t have fingers, just claws.”

You’ve never been so off kilter before. You’re usually the one dominating the conversation with quips, references, and ninja magic. Maybe it’s because you’re trying very hard to keep it in your pants.

“No matter, you shan’t pierce mine skin.” He exposes his back to you and keeps stretching his back. “Come along. Rigor mortis after two centuries can be such a trifle.”

You shove your scarousal down and massage the vampire’s back. You’re close enough to count the scars across his body. You can’t stop yourself from tracing the scar across the back of his neck.

“Ah that? When I was first turned, I attempted to free myself from the curse. I managed to cut my head off with a silver blade, but alas, mine bloodline was too strong. I returned but three days later, plagued by a terrible hunger. Yes, higher…”

The claws at the crooks of your wings aren’t very good for massages, even if they can’t pierce his skin. Hold up, he mentioned bloodlines before, right? Stop drooling, stop thinking about him dominating you, and start digging for information!

“A powerful bloodline?”

“Technically, that is restricted information.” He groans when you work a knot out of his shoulder. “Nevertheless, you are a Knight, and it may come to you put down a bloodmaddened vampire.”

Goldheart talks as you massage him. Prillian restrictions on vampires, the different families and their powers, and even the nature of vampires themselves. The more Goldheart talks, the more your fear of vampires grows.

He’s not even a vampire from the most powerful bloodline in Avalon. That honor belongs to one of Celeste’s personal guard, which he’s strangely quiet about. You rein in your nervousness, filing this information away so you can warn Quinn.

“In spite of your claws, you did a fine job.” He cracks his neck. “I hope my recent behavior hasn’t placed any doubts of my devotion to Prillia and the Queen of Light.”

Does he mean this sexually charged massage? Because he’s dropped terms like ‘length’, ‘hard’, ‘thrust’, and ‘buttocks’ weirdly often.

“My ferocity with the demon the other day…I have noticed our kind can influence demons, where we unconsciously act in a manner to bring out a demon’s desires. Akin to how a carnivorous plant’s sweet smell attracts insects.” He laughs heartily. “With much the same result.”

You swallow nervously. That would explain a lot.

“So, uh…Did you call me up here to give you a massage and congratulate me or—”

“Goodness me, I have truly let myself be distracted.” He sexily poses every now and then as he gets dressed. “How uncharacteristic of me! I initially intended to apologize. Bjorn of the Silver Fist came to me with urgent information. The Lunar Knights and the Solar Knights intend to mobilize soon. The Knights of the Holy Mother are a small group, and I know it would be preferable to return to your base for provisions and rest…”

And miss out on the action?

“No way!” You jump up. “We’re with you, all the way. Believe it!”

“Ah, such hot-bloodedness!” He swoons. “It warms my heart! Then prepare your knights: we’re going to Weeping Mountain.”

You dodge the imp’s charge, slamming the heft of your spear onto its head and knocking it to the ground. You put your foot on its chest and frown.

It looks a bit like the imps back home. It’s humanoid, small, with beady little eyes. But it’s also got claws and a small, atrophied cock. It hisses at you and tries to bite through your stylized high heel sabatons.

You’re April, and you’re suuuper disappointed in these guys. Haven imps are smarter, have a wider emotional range, and much bigger dicks. Still, it’s been a while, and you look around to see if anyone would notice you sucking its shrimp dick.

Only a little succ.

“April, hurry up and finish it off!” Zellah wipes the black blood from her sword. “It’s almost the weekend, and I’ve got things to do!”

Sighing, you drive your spear into the imp’s head. What a bummer.

She is kinda right, though. You’ve been fucking an elf girl over the last weekend, and just last week, you seduced her mother. You want to have a threesome with them, but today’s demon extermination is going a bit long.

These past few weeks have been a buzz of activity. Training, studying, small excursions like this one...You’ve got to hand it to the Holy Knights, they’ve got things locked down. You requested light but durable armor for your arms, legs, and chest so you can keep wearing a skirt in battle, and they had their smiths cook up a custom set of armor. You asked for a longer, heavier spear, and they got you an enchanted halberd.

Mostly because you’ve been doing well in these ‘demon incursions’, if you can call it that. It’s mostly runaway imps struggling to survive in monster-infested wilderness. Quinn trained you guys by tossing much sturdier imps at you, so you’ve got it on lock.

You join Zellah on the airship and follow her into the crew quarters.

The first time you went on one of these excursions, you were terrified. You heard of the demon tracking enchantments and you almost bolted off right there. Thankfully, Grounded Spark walked you through the arcanomech behind it, and you realized that they were specially made to track specific types of demons within a certain range.

Considering the only mentions of incubi are in the footnotes of the demon slayer manuals, you’ve got very little to be worried about. Now you spend a lot of time in the deeper part of the airships, trying to absorb as much information as possible on how they work as Grounded Spark, Sprocket, and Zellah keep you company.

“Another good hunt?” Spark’s ears perk up.

“April’s been distracted.” Zellah grins. “Too bad for her, I’ve taken the lead in kills.”

You have been distracted. It’s been a week since you broke the ECS on the elf MILF, and you’d be surprised if she hasn’t slept with her daughter yet. Though maybe they found the father-son pair your broke out of the ECS a while back...You squeeze your thighs together to stifle your growing dick.

“Hey, the injured demon doesn’t count!” You whine. “He was missing half his body when we found him.”

“Sure, sure.” Zellah rolls her eyes. “A real demon is worth more than an imp, any day of the week.”

“That’s not true!” You gasp, picking Spark up and squeezing him in a hug. “Tell her Spark!”

“I wouldn’t know, April.” He barely reacts.

A spike of jealousy emanates behind you and you hide a smile.

“Will you put him down?” Sprocket punches you in the leg. “Stop manhandling my best worker!”

You twirl around and giggle, letting the dwarf get the tiniest whiff of your crotch right before you put Spark down in front of her. Teasing her is the only fun you can get on these mandatory squire expeditions. It’s been paying off these past few weeks, the lust steadily growing in her the more time she spends with you and Spark.

It’d be so cute of them to get together. Especially with so much friction between dwarves and goblins. It’d be like Romeo and Juliet, without the tragic gangbang at the end.

That’s how it ended, right? Quinn was a bit sketchy on the details for a lot of her stories.

As Sprocket brushes the imaginary grime from Spark’s face, you look at what they’re working on. It looks like they’re replacing some sort of water tank. The old one is bent out of shape, though it looks like it can still hold stuff. Maybe not water, with all the rusty holes…

“Either way, we’ve earned ourselves a rest.” Zellah leans against one of the pipes. “Once we head back, I’m going to keep asking around—”

An alarm blares throughout the ship, and Blade Valorum’s voice crackles on the intercom.

“Attention. Emergency demon incursion detected. We are responding to a distress call, prepare for battle. This is not a drill.”

“You just hadta say it.” You groan.

Zellah’s embarrassed, even if she hides it well. And darn it, you’re hard enough to take her right here and now if you weren’t in the middle of the worst place for a demon to be. Why do you get off on living on the edge?

The ship swerves, knocking you and Zellah off your feet and onto Spark.

“Wha-Hey, watch what you’re grabbing!” Zellah yells.

“Sorry.” You accidentally copped a feel. For reals, with all the shaking and tossing around, you went all grabby.

Then the ship makes another quick turn, and you all get shaken around some more. It’s shaking like someone is trying to guess how many people are inside. Valorum on the speakers says something about securing yourselves and student drivers, though you’re not sure that’s what she really said. You’re bouncing off the walls and pipes of the engine room, so you can’t exactly hear.

You do get a few more lucky gropes in the chaos, so there’s a silver lining.

The turbulence stops and you untangle yourselves from each other, nursing bumps and bruises. You smooth out your skirt and help Spark to his feet, much to the dwarf’s irritation. She’s stuck in a mess of pipes, and Zellah helps her wriggle out.

“April, you’ve got some oil on your arm.” Spark points.

Shoot.

That’s not oil, that’s blood. You’ve done a great job so far hiding your demonic blood from the others, but even armor and caution can fail sometimes. You focus your energy on closing the wound and wipe the blood away with an easy smile. Give it a couple minutes and you’ll be right as rain.

“Knights and squires, report to the deck.” Blade Valorum calls through the PA. “Repeat, all knights and squires, report to the deck.”

Maybe you don’t have a couple minutes.

You sandbag a bit to buy yourself enough time to heal from your injury, the quick healing draining more energy from your already limited reserves. You’re worried that Ena Valorum will somehow detect your nature when you get topside, but it looks like your worries are unfounded.

Yeah, she’s a bit peeved that you’re one of the last people there. Most knights already disembarked with their squires, taking the magic elevator down to the ground and running towards one of the many plumes of smoke billowing from the trees.

Thankfully, her anger fades when you and Zellah introduce yourselves, then some more when you mention getting ping-ponged around one of the engine rooms. Being one of the top newbies comes with some benefits!

Turns out Knight Ayda already went off, leaving you and Zellah without your knight.

Probably a good thing.

Valorum grunts and motions for someone to approach. You know who she is before she even takes off the hood.

Well, you’d know who she is even if it didn’t feel like you had a sunburn covering your entire body. The white cloak with gold trims doesn’t exactly hide her.

“Perhaps this is providence.” Valorum notes as the girl takes off her hood. “To have two of the most skilled first-years joining us. Squire Zellah, Squire April, allow me to introduce our branch’s Saintess candidate, Lynette.”

“It is an honor to meet you both.” Lynette curtsies. “May the grace of the Lost God light your way.”

Oddly, she feels slightly embarrassed, which spiked when you mentioned getting rocked in the engine room. You and Zellah bow your heads in turn. Zellah looks at you in surprise, clearly expecting more.

You bow even deeper.

That satisfies her. You curse the day you thought playing a devout believer would make for a good cover. You’re some high-grade idiot to try and pull it off, and you’re surprised nothing bad has happened yet.

“We must make haste.” Valorum ushers you to the magic elevator. “The demon incursion has already destroyed a few nearby farms.”

She pulls the three of you onto the elevator, a floating disc that floats gently to the ground as the ship keeps patrolling the skies. Once you get off, it zooms back to the ship, leaving you alone with three powerful demon killers.

No pressure.

Now that you think about it, the four of you make an attractive group.

Ena Valorum is a sexy older woman, though you’re not sure what her exact age is. Your trips to visit your elf girlfriend and her mother fostered a new appreciation for older women. Her silver hair and steely blue eyes compliment one of the best resting b-faces you’ve seen, and she’s one of those rare elves with a great chest and a big butt. Her full plate armor may hide her assets, but not much can fool a demon when it comes to measuring sizes.

You’ve seen a lot of Zellah, and you can’t get enough of her. She’s trained extensively these past few weeks, giving her muscles a lot more definition. She’s got a determined face that make your knees turn to jelly. Even if seems like her bust matches yours. You've seen the bindings peek from under her shirt...You’d be lying if you said you didn’t blast a few ropes in the showers thinking about her.

Lynette is undeniably the most beautiful. Gentle features and a slim but curvaceous body hiding under her robes. If she wasn’t liable to burn your cock off, you’d say her mouth would be perfect for oral. Gosh, how can a girl look so sexy and be so unfuckable?

And with you filling out the quartet, anybody looking at the group would think that four hot women are going around kicking people’s butts.

They’d be right, if it weren’t for…you know.

Blade Valorum leads you towards the closest burning crops. Rather than the imps you’re used to fighting, the thing burning the crops looks more like one of those demons that attacked Greenbrook.

Valorum points at it and says one word.

“Kill.”

Points for efficiency.

You and Zellah run towards the fiery demon and double team it. Not the sexy way, though you thrust your hips a bit much while you take it apart. You And Zellah work together, her jumping in close to slice at its body, then you slamming it back with the haft of your spear when it’s about to attack her. Wounds pile up on its body, the flames lining its limbs diminishing until it finally dies.

You and Zellah do a chest bump to celebrate your victory.

“Adequate.” Valorum nods. “But only that.”

Zellah frowns and grips her sword tighter. You don’t take it personally, you can tell Valorum is slightly impressed.

Very slightly.

Unlike Knight Ayda, Valorum actually teaches you how to be better instead of just saying stupid things like ‘hit harder’ and ‘dodge better’. The next demons you come across are a pair of spiny ones, which you work together to take down as Valorum and Lynette hang back. Lynette applauds when you’re done killing these two and Valorum leads you to your next targets while explaining how to improve.

“Zellah, you have clearly practiced your sword skills for a long time. Yet your form is rigid, flowing from one conventional form to the next. Older demons will take advantage of your regimented battle style. Practice your footwork.”

You smirk at your friend. You don’t need better footwork. You do great footjobs, after all.

“April, you have the opposite problem. You fight like you’ve held a spear for a decade, with unconventional forms that are only possible because of your flexibility. Eliminate your wasteful movements and study some basic forms to intensify the power of your strikes. Furthermore, you shouldn’t be afraid to take a hit or two.”

Your smirk falls and Zellah’s grows. If you were as gutsy as her, they’d realize you bleed black real fast.

If you were as gutsy as her, you’d be fucking her in your dorm every night.

The lessons continue, and the two of you try to one-up each other in every battle. Zellah does a somersault and slash combo, sheathing her blade as a spiny demon’s head slides off its neck. You show off your pole-dancing skills by slamming the spear into the ground and delivering a twenty-kick combo into a chain demon’s head as you flip around your spear.

She cuts off a demon’s feet and pushes it to impale itself on its dead friend’s very pointy head. You shishkebab three imps onto your spear and pelt an ice demon’s brittle body with them until it falls to pieces.

When you and Zellah gun for a demon standing before the burnt remains of a farm, you’re both surprised when someone else gets to it first.

A guy with dark hair, with handsome but forgettable features, runs the demon through with a greatsword. The demon kicks him back, claws raking across his chest and goes to slam its huge arms onto his skull.

Not one to let a pretty boy get his head smashed, you stab your spear towards it, but the demon catches your spear easily. Its soulless eyes glare at you and it opens its mouth to say something, only for Zellah’s sword to dig into its arm.

It doesn’t move, the three weapons poking out of its gray body barely affecting it. Clearly, this is a different caliber demon than you’re used to. If silver and mithril do so little, it’s very old. And very powerful.

You may be in trouble.

The demon snarls and prepares to attack. No words, no bragging like the others you’ve fought. Two more arms burst from its torso and swing towards you faster than you thought possible. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace for the hit, but it never comes.

A terrible tear rips through the air, and the demon falls dead. Split cleanly down the middle, the golden flames crackling on its corpse irritating your skin in their light.

“That foe was beyond your capabilities.” Ena Valorum sheathes her sword and offers a hand to the young human. “It was brave of a civilian to attempt to kill it.”

“I didn’t do it for me.” He gets up and you notice the little girl hunkered in the ruins. “And not without help.”

Lynette goes to the girl, beckoning her out of the burnt barn to tend to her wounds.

“Quite.” Valorum picks up his greatsword, a fancy mithril blade engraved with runes. “This is a fine sword. A very fine sword.”

“It’s the Zenwan family blade.” He looks it over and carefully cleans the sword. “Before the demons attacked us, it belonged to the patriarch. The man who raised me.”

He finally notices the Holy Knight heraldry on Valorum’s armor and bows deeply.

“Apologies, sir knights! I didn’t realize I was speaking to the esteemed Holy Knight Order!” He looks up again, then blushes when he notices he surrounded by pretty women and bows even deeper. “Um, it was an honor to be saved by such noble dames of the Order!”

Finally, someone who appreciates the ladies! You hide a huge grin by pretending to bashfully look away. This one has a huge mixture of DESIRE, though it’s held in check by the ECS and his mental barriers. He’s already emotionally attracted to you, Zellah, Valorum, and especially Lynette now that she’s tending to his injuries.

If you tear down his ECS, he’d have enough DESIRE to rut all of you into the ground. If it wasn’t for that pesky mixture of guilt and monogamic expectations bouncing around his head. The goof really thinks he needs to choose one, when his heart is big enough for all of you! You’re about to lay down some of your femboy charm when Blade Valorum frowns.

“The Zenwans? That’s the leading family of the Coalburn dwarf clan. Are you saying they’ve been—”

“They’re gone.”

The guy’s feelings turn dark. Sorrow and anger fill him, drowning out the attraction. Way to kill a mood, Valorum.

“All dead at the claws of this one’s superior, Grixum Bloodbather.” He kicks the corpse and grinds his teeth. “I swore to avenge them, to destroy the massive demon army and end Bloodbather once and for all.”

“What massive army?” Valorum’s stern voice hides her fear well.

Grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him around kinda pulls away from the detached and ancient elf vibe she gives off.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? They came from the direction of Weeping Mountain, I thought the Sorrowheart clan rallied the knights!”

Valorum’s emotions are in a frenzy, but she keeps a calm appearance. He would freak if you tell him that this was a small detour from a training exercise. It might even break his faith in the Holy Knights, which he clearly adores.

“Give me a moment, I will rally our troops. We will go there, posthaste.” Blade Valorum steps aside and casts some message spells.

You stifle a groan. You’re supposed to go on break! And now you’re off on another deadly adventure, with a group of demon-killers without enough privacy to even masturbate! You can’t even do anything to tell Haven what you’ve learned. Your siblings will think all you’ve done is play dress-up and kill demons. This sucks even more than you!

You kick at the demon’s half-corpse and grumble.

Hold on, this is a strong demon. Like, really strong. As in, he was about to spread your supple buttcheeks apart and split you from end to mouth. June and July would want to dissect this guy for sure. How can you convince Valorum to bring these demon giblets to Hacksonville?

“It appears we have more injured than expected.” Valorum comes back. “We’ll put our mana engines into overburn and bring them to safety. Considering the exponential spread of demon incursions, the most reliable option is Hacksonville.”

Score!

“April, Zellah, gather the demon parts strewn about. We’ll take them back for analysis.”

Double score!

Now all you need is some time alone with the new guy in a dark room. You cross your fingers and hope that Quinn or some other great power grants your wish.

“I want to come with you!” He stands straight.

“If you are correct, we need all the help we can get. So be it.”

Yes!

“But you will spend some time in the infirmary.”

Aww.

Things happen pretty fast after that. You, Zellah, and Lynette help the new guy, Cho, to the infirmary. You leave him and Lynette to make doe eyes at each other to update Sprocket and Grounded Spark on the situation.

It’s always good to have the engineers on your side.

The engines shake and whine as the airship zooms southward, and you help the civilians unload into the city, smuggling half a demon corpse into Dick’s by using your feminine wiles and a healthy dose of hypnotism.

Nothing suspicious about dropping a huge suitcase off!

Thankfully, New Year’s research team is there to top off your DESIRE, and you scramble onto the ship with some burgers for your friends. The airship burns out its engines making it back to the Holy Knight Order’s facility, where three more airships are waiting.

Next stop, Weeping Mountain!