Dragon Lord: Erotic MMO

The sounds of metal clanging together in a melody of grace and brute force filled the dojo.

A male stood tall, his body filled with countless flesh wounds, but nothing major as he took slow, deep breaths.

Opposite him, a female stood on one leg, her other filled with deep gashes and bruising, seeming to cause pain to place it onto the ground.

"Hmph! You still cheated~"

'Ah, my leg hurts so much; this handsome bastard doesn't know how to treat a lady!'

Since he couldn't match her speed, he always wondered why that attribute was never listed in the game's status. Now though, he could feel its importance as this little fairy managed to almost dance around him like a pretty fly.

"Cheating... right?"

Clang! A thin sword was thrown to the floor as it vibrated and rolled towards the dojo entrance.

"Where did you even pull that second sword?" Zell asked with an amused look, teasingly looking between her legs, which caused Tessa to blush bright red and bite her lip before pointing her sword at him.

"Damn, pervert! There's no way something so long and hard would fit inside such a tight place!"

'She's so damn cute!'

"Oh? It must be very tight; let me experience it sometime!" He replied with a slightly obscene smile.

'Ah! You damn perverted bastard! Stop making me say such lewd and obscene things, you bastard!'

Tessa slowly placed her other foot down, trying to hide the slight grimace of pain but failed. Despite this, her claymore pointed towards him again, the light and thin steel sword firm as its tip pointed to his chest.

"Hah... Hah..." Her breathing was deep, her mana was near empty, and this bastard even cut her beautiful wings.

A quick flutter, suddenly her body danced forward with elegant steps before she entered his range, a lunging thrust towards his throat with the last of her energy.

Zell slowly reacted, his upper body leaning slightly to the right as his Zweihander, now held in the left hand, swung upwards.

Clunk! His pommel deflected the tip of her blade before he grabbed her long beautiful hair that slipped out of her ponytail and slammed her to the mat with a loud thud.

She could feel her entire body shudder; the next moment, a rough hand dragged her upper body back into the air.

"Ugh!" She groaned

Her consciousness was vague as something soft brushed against her lips, and suddenly a slippery, warm object filled her mouth with a sweet taste.

"Mmmnph!?"

Before she could even react, a solid, steel pommel smashed into her gut, and she fell into a sudden slumber as she collapsed onto the tatami mats, warm from her sweat and body heat.

Zell dropped her unconscious body, unsure why he lost control of his desires at the last moment before standing up and trying to relax and calm his raging body and blood.

'I never expected her to be so alluring, even when she is filled with wounds and slammed into the canvas...'

[Zell... Yanfra wants to be slammed and kissed too!]

[Yeah... That was so hot I wonder if this girl was even able to understand what happened]

'Girls, why are you always so playful and thirsty?'

[Goddess boring... Teasing Zell... fun!]

[Mmmmn! Why can't we get a little wet over a half-naked hunk beating another pretty woman?]

His body turned away from the entrance before looking down on the peaceful sleeping face of Tessa; now, the radiance and silver glow began to fade, revealing her pretty face filled with bruises that slowly healed.

"She is pretty though, I do agree... Much more than the last time I saw her. Her mother must be a world-shaking beauty."

"Oh my? A welcome compliment from a man with beauty at the pinnacle of this world!" A husky feminine voice sounded from the door with a cheerful tone.

"interesting...!" The woman whispered, seeing her daughter lying down; despite the countless wounds, her face looked happy and at ease.

'This little girl never sleeps with such a face, even when I beat her down for training. It seems mother needs to test this little boy.'

Her body leaned forward, those golden eyes like a wolf hunting her prey; ignoring the blushed girl beside her, she sprang into action.

The first step, was quiet, almost silent, as her shoe slipped off in a fluid movement.

A creak on the tatami sounded.

Zell's body was tired as he panted, trying to recover from the long fight with Tessa, until the sound entered his ears, forcing him to become alert.

His head snapped towards the sound; however, only a strange sight entered Zell's vision, his eyes narrowed, pitch black with red slit pupils in the centre.

'She's fast!'

His eyes widened as a tall blonde woman with a slight scar on her bosom shot towards him at unbelievable speeds, only after images remained clear as he tried to lift his sword; although the damage was low, his arms were tired and weakened.

"Alizée Beaufort comes forth!"

With graceful steps, the woman entered his range with the slightest effort or movement; her light feet flicked up the discarded silver katana with an elegant kick.

Her body twirled in a circle, followed by a slight gust of wind sharper than a blade.

The movement was faster than he could comprehend as the blade cut through the air and almost slit his throat, only stopped by his black scales.

However, even those were now half penetrated by a mere greeting strike.

"Oh my? You're quite tough for a slightly demonic pretty boy! Is this what gets my daughter going?" Alizée whispered to herself.

Zell took a moment to step back, trying to reform his guard, yet this beautiful mature woman stepped forward as her curled blonde hair swayed along her body which swayed and moved like dancing.

Clang! The sharp katana slashed into his zweihander's guard; before retracting and adjusting to the blow, Alizée thrust forwards as the blade's tip pierced into his left shoulder through his robust scales and pierced his flesh.

"Oh? First blood, I guess! Fufu, wake up, little demon; you might die at this rate!"

"Ugh!"

Slow, heavy steps sounded as he stumbled back.

This woman was different, her mastery of the blade far superior to Tessa, but he had never heard of a sister, was this the real sword saintess or did her sister die early on?

He fixed his guard; in reality, Alizée merely allowed him to.

Thud, his feet finally anchored, fixing his posture and taking a defensive guard, pointing the Zweihander towards the lovely woman's chest.

"I didn't realise that Tessa had such a talented older sister!" Zell said, his voice neither angry nor bitter. Rather a respectful and honest-sounding tone.

"Eh?"

Alizée stopped for a moment; the intent to hurt this boy for doing that to her daughter faded for a brief moment.

'This boy... Does he think I am her sister? Not her mother! Ah, how wonderful of a playboy trying to seduce her mother right after ravaging my cute daughter...'

"Il est fantastique!"

She lowered her sword before placing both hands beside her thin curved waistline, giving an elegant bow towards him; her soft pink lips opened as she spoke to him directly for the first time.

"It's a pleasure to meet you; I am Alizée Beaufort. Tessa is my cute daughter! Young man, you are rather naughty to flirt with her mother, despite beating the daughter! Fufu, allow me to test your calibre as a man!"

'Mother!? With those perky tits and such a wonderful face! She never played the game according to the past!'

Before her words ended, her body dashed towards him, and her sword slashed across his chest catching him by surprise; however, this time, he was prepared and deflected her graceful strike with ease.

"No, yet!"

Suddenly, countless times, she thrust the blade's tip towards his vital points, forcing him almost to dance as he used the flat of his sword and double guard to stop her onslaught.

'Fuck, she's like Tessa on steroids!'

The room was now filled with the clanging of steel, the panting of a male and the delighted gasps and comments of a husky female.

At the dojo entrance stood another woman; instead, you could say she was a girl.

Standing at around 5ft 6 inches tall, her soft hair down to her neck in a messy bob swayed from the gales of wind formed from Alizée's blade attacks that began to cut through his scales like butter.

Her hair was a mixture of black and white, with a cute button nose and soft red lips, while she watched the male with enchanted eyes, never expecting him to be here right now.

Nora stood with her soft ears fluttering, listening to his voice filled with nostalgia and pure bliss.

'Master!'

'Master in the flesh!'

The cute humanoid badger's big tail began to slam against the ground, almost crushing the wood into dust and woodchips.

She longed to meet him, angry at Rika for hogging him all the time, especially when she learned they had sex together and the damn slut Rika sent pictures of her lower body oozing his sacred seed.

'Fufu, the master, is in trouble, but his resilient and unwilling face is so sexy! Just like back then, hehe.'

Her brown eyes narrowed as she saw the blade of Alizée pierce through the chest of Zell to the hilt. Yet she didn't show any sense of worry because the face of her one and only master was filled with a smile, no sense of pain.

"Master, you look so happy!"