Summoner: Monster Girl Harem! - Chapter 242 15: Into The Capital

After Vincent and Momo finished their fun, they took a slight nap, only for Momo to suddenly realise their sex was broadcast to the entire carriage. She looked cute, from the sultry and seductive werewolf back to the cute wolfdog Momo.

“Don’t worry; it’s not like they’ve never seen anything before.”

“But… it’s so obscene… they saw me do those things…”

“Don’t worry; they’ve all done worse or more.”

He gently stroked her soft hair, trying to comfort her as he watched the distant capital come close; it was likely that they would only need half a day to reach it now. Thus he wanted to get some rest first.

‘I feel like my time is getting stretched as we close to the tournament.’ He thought, looking up towards the ceiling as he yawned before sliding down, tucking her into his arms.

“Master?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll go sleep in the corner, okay? I don’t think I could stay awake a second longer.” She said as she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Awuu!?”

Vincent grabbed her tail, pulling her over into his arms, kissing her soft, squishy lips and pressing their noses together as he wrapped them in the warm quilt, tapping her nose with his finger, her cute face blushing as her body squirmed.

“Silly… it’s not master when we’re not having sex; call me whatever you wise. Darling, Vincent… Anything.” He whispered into her ear, whispering sweet nothings as he kissed her neck, her ears perking up as she held her breath. “And remember, if you aren’t feeling well, you can always tell me, okay?”

“Okay…” Her eyes looked into his, the beautiful red orbs so penetrating she felt he could see into her soul. “Dear…” She breathed quietly.

“Alright.” He nodded, kissing her cheek. “Get some rest.”

Momo closed her eyes as he pulled the blanket over them both thoroughly, their warmth and scent mixing as she pushed her face near his armpit and began to breathe slowly, with a gentle rhythm as if relaxed; she sighed as she felt his body press against hers, her ears still twitching occasionally.

Vincent leaned against the slightly firm bed, looking out the front window of the carriage, closing his eyes as he realised he could no longer hear Meiya’s voice; since they received the carriage, her messages, words and communications suddenly stopped, which caused him to worry deeply.

‘I hope she gets into contact soon…’

He awoke a few hours later, feeling Momo’s hand rubbing on his chest before gently sliding down, her paw lightly brushing his stomach as he opened his eyes. He sat up, her head nudging him as she yawned sleepily, blinking several times.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Momo yawned, sitting up with him and wrapping herself around him. “How do you feel?”

“Good; I was a bit worried but feel fine.” He chuckled, hugging her close. “I hope the others are doing alright too…”

The pair took a little time to get dressed as the bed folded up back into the regular bench as he contacted the rest of the girls, seeming to get some slightly irritating questions that made Momo blush.

His mother asked if she would have hundreds of grandchildren at this rate, causing the pair to look awkward.

However, Momo’s womb trapped his seed because of the difference in their races and bloodline at the time, it was difficult, but now there was a high chance she would get pregnant, increasing each time they had another session.

“Momo, what do you intend to do when I participate in the competition? Will you follow me as my maid or continue working?” Vincent asked softly, not coercing and just wanting her to be honest.

She looked at him, slipping on her underwear, as there black lace squished her cute buttocks as she leaned forward, the bite marks and bruises from his slaps still visible as Momo looked back at him with a seductive smile, shaking her tail and hips with a sexy twist.

“Mmmm… would you mind if I work some more? I wanted to spend more time with you, but what should I do if I give birth to countless pups before I return to my mother!? You are too strong for a poor little wolf like me alone…”

“Haha, so cute come here!” He growled like a dire wolf, leaping towards her as they tangled on the black bench, his lips kissing at her neck and cheeks, sucking on them with a loud pop as she batted him away with her tail.

“Let some of my women join you; I will worry if you are alone…”

“Mmm… like who?”

“Titania, Ambrosia, Ophelia and Efrita.”

“Oh? You want us to go with the cute wolf?” Both Ophelia and Ambrosia appeared from his shadow with teasing faces.

“Will you please?” Vincent asked them both with a gentle smile, his arms spreading out as they jumped into his embrace, kissing him crazily, both Ophelia and Ambrosia knowing this was an important task, their bodies squishing against him tightly.

“I’ll miss being inside you so much…” Ophelia said with an obvious double meaning.

“Big sister asked me to protect you… but I like soft wolf tails… I can go?” Ambrosia asked, her cute eyes covered by her fringe and glasses.

“Ah, Efrita will be with you later as I want to tell her something alone.”

A moment later, a soft voice sounded; the silver-haired vampire girl watched as her sister began to dance with the succubus feeling a little strange.

“Why am I not going with my sister, dearest husband?”

Vincent looked at the earnest and stoic sister, Ophelis; her gentle eyes watched him as her body shuddered, seeming to think she would be abandoned, causing him almost to laugh.

“Ophelis, come!” He shouted.

Her body seemed to move as if controlled by magic.

He lifted her body into the sky as she jumped into his arms, spinning around with her. Vincent then pulled her into a tight embrace, and her little mouth opened as she gasped; this was different from how he usually acted.

The moment she was going to question again, his lips gently closed hers, their soft tongues entangling as her mouth easily opened from his fierce assault; her sister began to swoon as she could taste the sweet flavour of Vincent’s kiss and the sexual excitement of her sister.

“Mmmnph!” Ophelis opened her red eyes wide before he pulled away, a string of their mixed drool forming a bridge.

“Stay with me, Ophelis; I want to get to know you better, don’t leave my shadow or side for a moment!”

“Nn!” Her cute face nodded as she leaned into his chest, hugging him tightly, as her sister and the others slowly sat down beside him with wry smiles.

Now he had people going with Momo; Vincent felt more relieved.

Vincent sat back in the plush cushions of his noble black carriage, gazing out at the breathtaking sight before him.

‘It looks so amazing from a distance… those huge white walls, I remember playing with Odette, we would pretend to be the king and queen of the kingdom… a few pictures at school… haha..’

“Yet the smog above looks vile… Wretched even.”

The capital city of Ulgarde rose before him, its white stone walls towering high into the sky. The walls were thick and imposing, lined with solid battlements and watchtowers that loomed over the surrounding countryside.

As they drew closer, Vincent could see that the city was laid out in a series of beautiful districts, each with its unique style of medieval architecture.

The main gate was flanked by two towering stone statues of knights in full armour, their swords held aloft as if to challenge any who dared to approach.

Vincent watched as the caravan of merchants and knights, of which he was a part, approached the tollgate at the entrance to the city.

Several of the guards stationed there wore gleaming armour and carried sharp spears, their stern faces betraying no hint of emotion. One of the merchants stepped forward, a stout man with a bushy beard and a quick tongue.

“Good day to you, sir guardsman. We have come to pay the tax and enter the city of Ulgarde.”

The guard’s expression softened slightly as he responded, “Very well, then. The tax for entry is ten silver coins per carriage, payable upon entry.”

The merchant nodded, turned to his companions and began collecting the necessary coins. Vincent watched as the coins exchanged hands, the clinking of metal on metal echoing through the air. Once the toll had been paid, the guard signalled for the caravan to proceed.

As they passed through and were about to pass the toll gate, Vincent saw the guards stationed along the walls, their armour glinting in the sunlight. They watched the caravan warily, their hands never straying far from their weapons.

Vincent couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease at the sight, knowing that the city’s defences were solid and well-maintained. He wondered what threats lay beyond the walls that warranted such vigilance.

‘It strange… the atmosphere is so heavy… and dark… the knights and guard all look grim and lifeless…’

The beauty and grandeur of the city struck Vincent with streets paved with cobblestones and lined with towering buildings of white stone, each adorned with intricate carvings and gargoyles perched on the eaves.

He took a deep breath, listening as the air was filled with merchants hawking their wares, children playing in the streets, and the distant tolling of church bells.

‘Why does the rest of the city feel normal… Just the knights and those nobles who passed before us.’

Vincent’s carriage passed through the bustling streets by grand plazas and ornate fountains. He saw evidence of the city’s wealth and power everywhere he looked, from the great mansions of the noble houses to the bustling markets and guild halls.

As they neared the city’s centre, the buildings grew taller and more imposing, culminating in the towering spires of the royal palace. Vincent couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and reverence as he gazed up at the court, knowing that he was about to meet this magnificent city’s ruler.

With a deep breath, Vincent stepped out of the carriage, stretching his body; as the women began to leap out, Momo stood beside him like a faithful guard dog while Mel’Zeth rushed to him, her eyes sparkling as she spoke about the blacksmith they passed.

“Vincent… what are your plans?” Verda asked, taking a moment to split from her troops.

“Will you meet Milla now? Or make her wait…”

His eyes became serious, wondering how to reunite with the girl he once felt budding feelings for.

Could he still be the same naive boy?

He still couldn’t deny her promise, but it wasn’t right now.

“I will settle my business; let me deal with things, two days. Tell her to meet me at that huge fountain when at midday. I want to give her a chance, at least.”