Vincent and his mother spent a long passionate night, Amira slowly leaving after enjoying herself for a short time.
Once finished, Verda limped herself towards her barracks, handing Vincent a small key and directions on a parchment of crumpled paper, which now smelt of his mother's bitter scent and their sex.
'I never expected to sleep with my mother, and for it to feel so amazing...'
He walked along the quiet pathway; the Lazarus complex filled with dim lanterns flickering in the edge of his eyes, a quiet shuffling of steel footsteps and weapons.
The knights now understood who he was, giving a respectful bow before letting him pass without issue.
"Thanks for the hard work, beautiful Lazarus knights~ he chirped, still on an emotional high from the amazing sex."
He didn't hear a response apart from the slight sound of two women arguing about who was prettier and shuffling their feet.
'Haha, my mother's knights are so cute.'
