Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!



The two stopped moving, turning to face the beautiful woman, her soft caramel skin filled with countless battle scars and tight muscles.

"Oh, you both look so cute right now. I could just beat you!" 

Vincent turned, wanting to tell his sister to flee, but there were no more traces of her body in the pile of dirt where Amira had tossed her.

'That traitor!' He thought before turning around to see her smile...

A smile.

That smile caused fear to dwell in his stomach, no matter how powerful he became. 

His mother's anger yet not showing it to outsiders smile is the most horrifying skill known to man!

"Mother... You look extremely beautiful, haha!" Vincent spoke with a slightly trembling and embarrassed voice.

Delphine tilted her head while Raizel, who knew him so well, began to snicker before releasing his arm; slowly, her body began to dash away, at first with light footsteps turning into a full sprint for her life.

'Ah! Damn Raizel too!'

"Tsk, another one fled. I'll make sure those two are punished later." Verda muttered under her breath before returning her attention to Vincent.

She looked at Delphine, who just looked at her with sleepy eyes, refusing to remove herself from Vincent's body.

"Umu, a good girl." 

"So no, loverboy, why do you disappear for a day and have even more women?"

"Did you forget your cute wives? Like Silvari, Efrita and those nice girls?"

"You know what, I don't care anymore. Just hurry up and introduce me to your new partner, alright?"

Vincent gave up after a while, sighing as he approached the two, Delphine didn't understand the dynamics of humans, still learning quite a lot, but she followed him over.

"Mother, this is Delphine, the sister of Silvaria and Efrita." He spoke with a soft, welcoming smile, hoping he could continue to keep her happy.

"Nice to meet you, Delphine. I'm Verda, the mother of Vincent." Verda smiled as she went to stand before her son, holding out her arms.

Delphine looked at her curiously, tilting her head momentarily before stepping back; something dangerous in her gut told her that she might die if she did not move!

The moment she moved, Verda's arms wrapped around Vincent's back, lifting him off the air before slamming him into the ground with a loud thud, his head shaking with a dizzy feeling. Before he could react, Verda mounted him and started to scold him.

Amira and Delphine watched the scene with amused looks.

"So, my son, why are you such a horny little bastard? I don't remember my little virgin Vincent being so skilled with women!"

As much as Vincent wanted to defend himself, he couldn't say anything against Verda being right about what had happened. Still, he tried to hide it.

"My apologies, Mother..."

"Oh, don't be like that, and don't call me 'mother'. Now, dear, give me an explanation."

"I would prefer if we talk about this later."

"No, I want to hear the story now! What has been going on with you?"

He sighed while rubbing his neck, half expecting his mother to "train" him if he answered wrong.

"Alright, let's go somewhere else..."

Verda didn't answer and grabbed her son by the elbow and dragged him to a nearby hut. The place was empty except for a few weapons, shields and other items.

"This should do; come on," Verda said before finally releasing him, pushing him onto a pile of rough fabrics, his robes loose, showing his tight muscles now less like a son and more like a high-class male prostitute.

"When did you become so erotic, Vincent? You were such a good boy! Always following Mommy's ass around with your eyes..."

'No mother... How is that a good boy? That's a pervert from the get-go! When did I ever do that!'

"Mother, please... I can explain everything later..."

"Nope. Tell me now." She demanded while sitting down next to him, her legs crossed, leaning on her elbows as she stared at him, waiting for an answer.

The reason why Vincent was desperate to speak another time was due to his body.

Since he spent so much time with Delphine, who teased him repeatedly, then close contact with his sister and Raizel, he now had an explosive body of his type. 

He was extremely aroused; the blood of an incubus was one of debauchery and lust.

Even now, his eyes were enjoying the sight of his mother's hanging cleavage, the beauty spot on her right breast, and the slight peek of her nipples between the leather tunic and her bra.

'Damn... this woman knows she is sexy! Don't spread your legs like a man!'

"Oh? Do you like these old lumps of fat still?" 

Her words caused his focus to break; looking up at her face that wore a devil smirk, both elbows pushing her mounds together, making a man's dream come true.

'Do I lie, tell the truth? Is this a trap?'

Vincent couldn't lie; since a young age, he couldn't feel that Verda was his mother; vague memories of his real mother would appear when he dreamt, leaving Verda more like a beautiful stepmother or mother-in-law in his heart for the longest time. 

It wasn't very comfortable for him, but the first woman he ever pleasured himself to was his mother; after training, she would take a long bath, and he would often peek, and once his journey to manhood began, he just couldn't stop himself.

Thus he tried to take distance himself, not wanting to break their current relationship and bonds.

"I know you do~ every night after practice, you'd come into the changing room and play with your little cock and dirty my training gear; such a lewd boy even back then... Mother had to go through so much to clean your sticky essence from those clothes, you know?"

"Ah!?"

'She knew! She knew... Shew knew!'

Verda kept talking as she sat down on a stone beside him, her legs wide open, inviting him to come closer.

"And that's not all. I've seen your love for me growing since you were a child; I was always proud of you. But now, seeing you with those lovely ladies... Ah, it suddenly feels like a cat stole the fish from my plate..."

Her body moved closer, the warm scent of her sweat and fragrance filling his nose.

"Hey, Vincent does mother's body still make you feel lust? Or is she too old and worn compared to those young ladies?"

"Mother, I..."

She grabbed his hands and brought them to her chest, squashing her soft bosom against his rough palms.

"Ohh, you're starting to think about me now. Well, I guess that means I can have some fun..."

She rubbed his hand across her chest, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

"S-Stop!"

"Mmhm, I know you'd love to touch them, squeeze them, kiss them, bite them, and stuff them full with your hard cock.. don't worry, I won't punish you."

Vincent could only stare at her, unable to find words.

"You know Vincent..."

"Mmmm?" He replied, his hands still caressing her chest, the fierce glint in her emerald eyes fading rapidly each moment.

"Mother is a woman too, and she is very lonely... I have avoided men or finding one all these years to ensure you and Milla didn't feel isolated or replaced..."

"Now mother is so old, the legends about her make men run at the mention of her name..." Verda spoke with a sultry voice; Vincent could feel her soft cherries slowly peeking from their inverted burrows, brushing against his palm as they grew harder.

"So, what should a mother do now? She wants to feel the pleasure of a strong man..."

"Who knew when she finally met that man..."

Her eyes narrowed, locking onto him with a wolfish grin.

"It would be my son that got my unused engines going." Her tone turned seductive, and her voice grew husky as she continued to rub his hands on her breasts.

"Mother... what about my women you just mentioned... What would they think about a man playing with his mother's tits and squeezing her nipples?"

"Haha! A mother doesn't need to be alone for that... I will share my son with any willing woman... That truly loves him."

Vincent couldn't believe his ears; he was supposed to train!

"Mother, stop! This isn't the right time or place..."

"Hmm? Oh yes, sorry, I was getting carried away. As you can see, Vincent, my body is worn out and hasn't been used for a while... but I doubt you'd mind."

She stood up and walked behind him, leaning her body on his back, pushing her hands up his chest, cupping his chin, and pulling him towards her, making him look at her.

"You were always a good boy, giving me a nice massage when I was tired from work~ sometimes, you'd play with my ass when I feigned sleep. Tell me, did it feel good rubbing your little cock between my ass?" Her quiet voice whispered into his ear, but it ignited the hidden and passionate feelings for her deep within his body.

"I will help you protect those girls when you fight in the tournament... So why don't you give the mother an extra special massage?"

Her words were like a spell; his body began to respond to her, his hands moving down to her ass, grabbing it firmly and lifting her, causing her to drop her knees before he slipped off her loose tunic and lifted her right leg into the air.

He didn't expect her to be naked under the tunic, and when removing her leather skirt, everything came off, revealing her bushy black forest and pink lips gleaming with a sliver of sticky honey.

"Oh my... You wanted to see me naked so badly?"

"Mother is the bad one; look how wet you are for your son."

"Haha~ oh my, but my son is a man too; it can't be helped when this thing is in my face?" Verda snapped back, her hands stroking his crotch with the enlarged member, sliding along while her red tongue licked across her lips.

"Will you massage Mother well so she can forget everything and think only of you?"

Vincent looked down at his mother, now laying on her stomach, lifting her plump ass slightly, allowing the soft meat to jiggle with her movements enticingly, her body slightly illuminated by the moonlight.

"Mmmm, that's a good boy~ a little rougher is how mommy likes it." 

His hands began to slide along her body, using a spare pot of the slimy lubrication from the goblin kingdom given to him by Mel'Zeth's mother; it would heat a woman's body, relieve them of fatigue and cause them to enter estrus. 

At first, he would never use such a thing on his mother, but she pushed him too far and was right.