Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

Vincent waited for her to come to the door; her sudden banging and the sound of things crashing filled his ears before the cute wolf opened the door, slightly flushed face, deep breaths as her mouth opened wide, seeing the handsome man she sometimes found in her naughty dreams since they met.

"Hello, Momo; sorry to bother you and your mother, but I want to ask if you can spare a trip to the capital in two weeks?"

"A-ah, Vinshent..." The cute Momo bit her tongue, as it was too much of a shock; normally, he would come to her carriage when she was dressed well, had brushed her teeth and was fresh.

Momo was wearing a slightly dirty night dress, showing her soft breasts and the light pink cherries peeking when she moved too much; the girl forgot to wear any undergarments, so her perky white ass and fluffy snatch were seen entirely while she danced.

'I hope he didn't see my fat ass... Oh gosh, I hope he didn't see my untamed snatch; how embarrassing there goes my neat lady image! Let's hope he enjoyed the sight!' Momo thought to herself as her tail smashed against the narrow walls with a loud thumping sound with her heart racing.

Her little tail began to sway rapidly, wanting to bury herself in a hole for being lazy; today, her mother seemed a little better, and she was excited, so she began singing and dancing, taking the morning off.

"W-would you like to come inside? My mother is a little sick but can sit and eat with me today!" Momo's voice was filled with delight and happiness; half of the reason for his visit here, not her carriage, was for her mother.

'I want her to leave feeling at ease; although I cannot guarantee to cure her mother, my phoenix blood may alleviate her suffering and ill health a little...'

Vincent stepped inside the musky smell of old cigarettes, leather shoes and a slightly sweet female scent, with a nice milk tea and jam aroma from the kitchen.

Although he now was quite affluent with the girls and succubi visiting the dungeon daily, Violetta insisting he takes some "spending money," Vincent was now quite well off, despite his mother being secretly super-rich.

Momo's home was quite small, yet it was filled with cute trinkets, pictures of the wolf and her grandmother, and some older photos of a beautiful woman who looked like Momo but with black hair and red eyes, maybe her mother or something.

'It reminds me of my home, all these little toys and old things my sister and I played with that mother would keep, mostly to tease us with later, a nice home indeed.'

"Ah, don't look at those pictures!!!" Momo's little tail fluffed up while browsing some cute old photographs.

A small Momo was eating bugs or strange things in the garden with her cute messy hair and tail and dressed like a boy; her mother and grandmother sometimes in the pictures looked VERY attractive for women supposed to be older.

'I guess beast girls are lucky. Do they have perpetual youth or something!?'

"Haha, sorry you were just too cute in these pictures, and I couldn't resist. Shall we go to the kitchen, or do you want me to wait here? I don't want to startle your mother!"

Vincent gave her a soft, friendly smile as his handsome looks caused her to feel overwhelmed, 'he seems more proud, and his presence is stronger...' she thought, looking at him with fleeting eyes as she skipped to the kitchen, a thick waft of coffee and smoke drifted into his nose.

'Hey, this is the same stuff my mother smokes that helps those without mana relieve the pressure of mana that builds up in her body.'

"Does this mean Momo can't use magic either?"

The ability to use magic varied from each race; some used different types of the same energy, and some races couldn't use it for anything, or their bodies converted most of it into physical benefits like his mother.

Milla was a freak with the aptitude to use it, and her body was steadily improved by the mana flowing in the air.

Momo's cute face popped through the door, a little flustered as she whispered to him in a low voice, trying not to let her mother hear.

"Vincent... my mother might say strange things; please go along with it! She's quite lonely, and I don't normally have guests over, let alone a handsome man....."

Her words became quieter near the end, but his enhanced hearing heard it all as he stepped forward, gently stroking her fluffy ears as Momo seemed to be stressed; he felt the sudden visit wasn't fair to her, yet he was happy he did.

"Don't worry; you are so cute; relax." His deep voice sounded beside her ears as the scene in her carriage flashed before her eyes, causing her to blush and sniff his scent before feeling sad as he stepped past her.

"Oh my? Are you the 'normal' boy that Momo mentioned!? How is this hot stud a normal boy? He's a woman-slaying fiend! Hohoho~"

Like the pictures, the woman was beautiful, with silky black hair, although her face looked pale.

He couldn't see her illness with a glance, but upon taking a more focused look, cracked lips and broken skin, and her body jittered slightly.

'This woman, how does she act so normal despite her body being in so much pain?'

Vincent could feel that the problem stemmed from her inability to process the excess mana inside her body, like his mother.

'Mother is extremely powerful though and can handle more; it's like comparing a keg to a cup.'

Her mother gestured towards the seat beside her before giving a soft smile to Vincent, a slight grimace on her face.

"Where are my manners? Please do sit down; my name is Laran, Momo's mother. May I ask your name, gorgeous?"

Vincent felt at ease; this woman wasn't too soft or hard, reminding him of his mother and her party members, walking towards her and sitting down without caring for the slightly decaying scent which probably came from her body.

'It's worse than I thought; I have to make her drink my blood today! She might not live more than a month at this rate; is this her last hurrah?'

Despite this, he turned to her with no sense of disgust or dislike on his face, gently taking Laran's hand, stroking the back of her palm, as he would to his mother and giving her a warm smile that almost caused her to die from a heart attack and ascend to heaven on the spot.

"Hello there, you must be joking about being her mother, right? You don't look a day over 20, my name is Vincent, and I am an admirer of Momo's."

He leaned down, pressing his soft lips against her hand, not caring about the broken skin with a gentle peck, before returning to his upright position.

'My daughter is dating a gigolo! She will be fucked until she cannot stand and then eaten up by this wolf-man!'

Laran's pale cheeks blushed; the first time a male showed interest, even on a friendly basis with her since Momo was born, caused her body to work overtime, as she felt young again.

"What a lovely name. Do you and Momo have a close relationship? I recommend that girl; she works so hard and can cook quite well; how about it, will you marry her and take care of the cu..."

"MOTHER!"

Momo dashed into the room, now wearing a cute black dress with blue ribbons, rushing to cover her mother's mouth with bright red cheeks and her little fangs showing while her mother just began to tickle Momo's armpits.

'Ah, so Momo is weak there....'

Vincent watched as the fit, strong Momo was defeated by a frail woman's tickling laying on the floor, giggling like a fool as her mother also looked extremely happy.

"Once we get to know each other more and she feels the same way, I wouldn't be against it, Laran."

Suddenly Laran's tickling stopped, and her mouth opened wide as slight tears formed in her eyes; she felt delighted in him taking her joke so seriously; it showed he thought of her daughter as more than just a cute girl to bang or another conquest.

She wasn't like her daughter, a sickly wolf demi-human; many males in her life just wanted to enjoy an easy lay; how could she complain knowing she was sick?

It took Momo much longer to realise the words before she rolled away and dashed outside the room again; the sounds of her stomping upstairs filled the house as dirt and dust dropped from the wooden ceiling.

"Do you mean that? Young lad?"

Laran's voice was no longer that cheerful and kind old woman but a stern and fierce mother, wanting to test this boy as she mustered all the power in her body to grasp his collar and lift him to her eye level.

"Can you love her? Or will you take her body and leave if she gets sick like me?"

A sense of bitterness and her own experiences might have mixed; Laran knew this handsome boy could get almost anyone he wanted; heck, even she would drop her panties for one last wondrous fuck with him.

"I cannot say I love her now; it's more an interest, she is cute, and I like being with her. It would be rude and lying to say I do, but if she became my woman, I would make every effort to love her!"

Vincent didn't care about hiding his feelings from several women. He had long discovered that speaking his true feelings was better than acting tough, cool or manly.

"Hmmmm, then what about her baggage? She has a sick mother. Will your other women bully her?"

Laran and Vincent looked at each other; silence filled the kitchen as her gaze seemed softer but still acted fierce to him, now just wanting to interview her future son-in-law candidate.

"I don't think any of those girls will bully her; she has made friends with many of them already, so that's fine; as for her sick mother..."

He moved quickly, using one of his claws to cut open his index finger as the strange blood began to ooze from his finger.

Vincent grasped the face of Laran before pushing his finger into her mouth; she could only tremble at his power, magnitudes higher than her own worried that she upset him before a sweet, almost divine taste filled her mouth.

Laran couldn't help but swallow on instinct.

A moment later, a burning pain filled with intense cramping and trembling filled her body, but her eyes filled with a strange light.

Hope?

Freedom?

Live?

She could feel it, whatever she drank had changed her body, only a little, but the pain she felt was not worse than her illness.

Suddenly she felt the sensation of when she smoked those cigarettes to diffuse the mana build up within her body.

But she wasn't smoking, and it was continuous!

"W-what did you do?"

Laran asked Vincent as she leaned against his chest with a powerless body but eyes filled with fight and the sudden desire to live!

'Why does he look at me with those eyes? I am not Momo... those lustful eyes, like seeing a female he wants to copulate with!?'

Vincent remained silent, slowly pulling his finger from her lips as her skin and face became more glossy with a slightly healthier glow.

"A deeper connection is required to help you fully, but now you won't die from the excess mana in your body, and your complete beauty will return."

Laran looked into a small mirror behind his head, now shocked as she looked less than 25 before looking close to 40 years old, without any thoughts in a moment of happiness and passion.

She roughly pressed her soft lips, no longer cracked against Vincent's, kissing him as tears began to ooze from her eyes like two streams.

A moment later, the door opened with a slight creak as Momo's gasp sounded in the room, shocking the pair as they kissed.

'Ah, shit!'