Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!-Chapter 117: Nightfall - A Demon Attack
The orange sun bled over the vast forest as smoke coiled lazily into the sky from the bubbling cauldron set atop glowing coals. The clearing that Leonhardt stopped in was barely wide enough for the carriage and the fire pit, wrapped by mossy stones and scattered dry pine needles.
Steam puffed from their bowls, rich with the scent of salt, juicy meat and wild herbs foraged by Leonhardt thanks to the skills he gained from the dark elves.
Leonhardt sat with his legs crossed on a thick rolled blanket beside the crackling fire, chewing thoughtfully on a soft, succulent piece of roasted spider meat. Across from him, Zafira sat like an empress on an elevated slab of rock, with her arms crossed under her breasts, bare legs stretching out, which revealed her sensual figure and toned muscles.
The fire made her raven hair shimmer with a golden hue, as her tail lazily flicked behind her, occasionally hurling more twigs into the flames with a slight smirk.
The driver—Griv, a wiry goblin with leather skin and a suspicious hunch, a goblin unsuited for combat and more used to sneaking and gathering herbs for the dungeon. Yet, he held his bowl awkwardly, blowing on the stew, a few of his yellow teeth gleaming in the light, and thanks to a magic item, he resembled a human right now.
Leonhardt didn't mind the shifty goblin, feeling he suited a crooked merchant better than he ever could and would serve as their guide.
Also, Zafira didn't seem to mind, at least not openly.
"You haven't touched your bowl," Leonhardt said, tilting his chin toward Zafira.
"I don't need to eat." Her tone was breezy, but her gaze lingered on his lips just a second too long. "Not food like that, anyway."
For a moment, her body trembled as she clenched her thighs together, a strangely sweet scent filling the air, much richer than Zafira's usual fragrance.
His spoon paused mid-air. "Should I be concerned?"
"You should be flattered," she said with a smirk, her sharp canines peeking as she sounded a little strained. "But no. Not tonight."
Then the air snapped like the crackling flames keeping them warm.
A low howl sounded before the leaves rustled. At first, Leonhardt thought it was the wind, but then he sensed movement. The presence seemed small, close to the ground, sneaking closer to them at a slow pace.
Zafira's eyes narrowed, turning instantly to the source as her eyes narrowed into slits.
Leonhardt heard it too, the faintest pad of paws, the soft crunch of the underbrush, too steady and measured for a wandering beast.
There were multiple encircling them.
"Wolves," Zafira whispered, standing. Her shadow warped behind her from the firelight.
A desperate howl cut through the trees, shrill and noisy.
Then the beasts came, their mangy, skinny figures entering Leonhardt's sight. Emaciated shapes darted from the tree line and rushed for the kill. Their matted fur clung like rags to their poor frames. Their eyes were a milky yellow and filled with only one emotion: hunger.
Three, then five, then eight—no hesitation, no tactics. Just pure desperation.
Griv screamed as one lunged and knocked him from the coachman's seat.
He slammed his head on the way down before the beasts tore into his legs, causing blood to spray across the dirt.
"Shit!" Leonhardt drew his sword, dark sheen and size driving a wolf back. Another wolf snapped at his arm as he reacted faster, cutting its throat with the blade and following up with a brutal kick to its ribs—with a low whimper and dull crack.
It rolled across the floor lifeless—but more came.
"Stay down," Zafira said, raising one hand, fingers curving like talons. Her eyes were pure golden—no pupils, no whites, just raw demonic hunger.
With a single breath, she snapped her fingers.
BOOM!
The air ignited in a violet flash.
The wolves didn't stand a chance, unable to even yelp. In a split second of silence, their bodies disintegrated into ash and flame, the purple fire spiralling upward like a screaming spirit.
When the searing heat faded, the forest became silent, dead silent. The only sound was Griv, groaning on the floor, blood pooling beneath him.
Zafira slowly released her held breath, hair flowing for a moment, caught in the lingering magic. Her skin had flushed darker, dark veins visible under her collarbone. Her tail slapped the ground once like a whip.
She turned to Leonhardt and gasped, almost gagging as she gripped her throat, swallowing as if thirsty.
"Why now... why is it starting now?" she murmured.
Leonhardt peered into her face and reached out, trying to touch her flushed cheeks, worried she might be sick, but he didn't understand what was happening.
But she did.
And with that, Zafira's figure vanished from sight.
Not walking, not running.
Zafira disappeared in a single breath.
In one blink and the spot where Zafira sat became empty, with a few strands of black hair floating down to the stone where she'd been, still crackling faintly with magic and carrying her aromatic scent.
"What?" It wasn't the first time Leonhardt saw Zafira suddenly vanish or become strange, but he could feel this time might be different. Because she didn't return, he stored the few remaining wolves in his inventory and put Griv out of his misery.
Leonhardt waited, but Zafira never came back, so he climbed into the carriage and decided to sleep. "I am sure she'll be back later..." he closed his eyes while he lay on the firm seat, but he just couldn't relax.
The air became humid, shifting with various sounds buzzing in his ears, the chirp of crickets and whistling gusts of winds in the trees, but something dark and heavy lingered.
He lay inside the carriage, shirt off, sword placed by his side and one arm folded behind his head. Zafira hadn't returned even now...
And just as he began to drift off, the sense of peace before a dream started and sleep overcame him, a weight pressed into the roof of the carriage.
Slowly, almost deliberately, it creaked, once...twice... and then silence.
Leonhardt's eyes suddenly snapped open.
He didn't move, but his hand crept towards his sword, gripping the handle as the door clicked, creaking open with the squeaking hinges as something stepped inside.
It was Zafira.
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But she seemed a little strange and different.
Her black hair was no longer neat and slick but dishevelled, falling around her face like a wild curtain of shadows. Her golden eyes glowed faintly in the dark, half-lidded and barely open, with a glaze that lingered on him.
She didn't speak or make a sound, just staring at him with her nose flaring.
Then, with a flick, her tail wrapped around the carriage door, and with one slow snap, sealing the carriage within a thick, perfumed silence.
Her bare feet tapped across the wooden floor.
Her hips swayed as if guided by some rhythm he couldn't hear.
Her breathing was shallow, fast, and every rise of her chest caused her low-cut tunic to strain tighter, the knot slipping apart from her heavy breasts, which practically slipped out as she leaned over him with a rough, sultry sigh.
"Zafira?" Leonhardt asked, his voice low but his mind alert. "Are you—?"
She pounced on him.
His back hit the carriage wall with a padded thud.
Zafira's hands filled with an immense strength, pinned his wrists to the seat. Her thighs straddled his waist, and her hair poured around his like a veil. Her body was hot, radiating heat like a wildfire, but her lips were icy cold when they found his neck.
A kiss.
Then another.
Then she licked him.
"Zafira—what the hell are you—?"
"Shhh..." Her voice was dreamy, with a slight slur, intoxicating him. "You smell delicious, such a refined mana... and exquisite seed... I need it... I need you... now..."
Her lips pressed together with a sticky, wet smack, drawing all his senses and attention to those red, juicy curves.
As if detecting, he wanted to protest.
Zafira's lips crushed against his, swallowing his next words like a beast, and the moment their tongues met, the world snapped.
"Nnnph?!"
"Mmmn~"
Pleasure exploded through his brain like lightning, causing his vision to blur. Every nerve in his mouth tingled, filled with euphoria. Her tongue curled and dancing inside his mouth, sucking greedily as if it were his very soul she desired.
Leonhardt's eyes dulled as his mana rapidly flowed into her mouth.
A deadly yet blissful kiss.
