The Fall of the Married Woman Warrior - NTR-Chapter 7: Episode : Love Sinks Into Blood

"What... What is this?"

Early morning in Latian Village. An old man visits the house of a fellow fisherman, a hunter, and after seeing the huge claw marks on the door and the chestnut-colored animal fur scattered around, he looks around. The house is built on the riverbank and is out of sight of the other villagers, so there have been concerns about encounters with wild dogs and intrusions by thieves. However, the owner of the house is a former mercenary and a skilled hunter, and his wife has complete confidence in her husband's skills. Furthermore, this house is the largest in the village, so to this day she has refused the village chief's proposal to move.

"Well, this should make him think again. He's been greeted by such a big beast. ...Hey! Are you there? It's me! ...Hmm, let's come in?"

He calls out with a laugh, but there is no reply. The old man, who knows the place well, puts his hand on the door and opens it. Suddenly, the suffocating smell of rusty iron began to fill the dark room.

"Wh... Hey! Are you okay? Ahh!?"

The corpse of a man, torn apart, was leaning against the wall. His left arm and right leg had been torn off, and organs spilling out of his torn stomach were piled on the floor. Right next to him was the corpse of a woman with her throat ripped open and a pool of blood between her legs. The faces of both women were distorted with shock and intense pain as they died.

"Ah... Ah... Ahh!?"

Something moved in the back of the room, and the old man fell to his bottom, screaming. A boy pushed his way through his luggage and approached him. He was breathing shallowly, and there were traces of tears on his cheeks. "Grandpa..."

"Oh, oh! It's you! Good! Come on, let's get out of here. Don't worry. Grandpa's with you!"

The old man stood up with all his might, calling out to the son of the hunter couple, who was the only survivor, and grabbed the machete he had on his belt for self-defense. The boy nodded, but suddenly raised his head and began to cry as if he had been set on fire.

"It's okay! It's okay, so stay strong, Grandpa..."

The old man tried to calm him down, but when he turned around, he saw something standing in the doorway and dropped his machete. A huge man with a wolf's head and chestnut fur put his huge claws on the open door and peered into the room, which was shining purple. In the cold air of the early morning, his hot, fishy breath turned white, and steam rose from his red-black groin.

After an ear-splitting roar and a short, cut-off scream, silence returned for a moment.

"Please, Zaria! Four people are already dead! If you leave now, what will happen to this village?"

"But...but Albert hasn't come home yet!"

Latian Village Square. Zaria, clad in battle attire and holding a spear, looked down at the village chief, who was desperately pleading with him on his hands and knees, and shook his head vigorously. Around them, young men and women holding pitchforks and scythes watched the exchange between the two with bated breath.

"I've sent Tucker to call the guards! Please protect the village at least until they arrive! Please! Please!"

"There's no way we'll make it in time! If anything happens to Albert, I'll...!"

"I have a proposal."

Just as Zaria was trying to shake off the man clinging to her leg, a short, fat man appeared from the village chief's house. Goner was clad in thick cloth armor, had a whistle hanging from his neck, a short sword on his left hip, and a buckler in his hand. He also had a cloth bag with a dark red stain hanging from his right hip. He closed his left eye tightly and spoke again.

"The one who killed the four was a werewolf. There's no doubt about it. And it was a single one. A lone wolf, literally. I'm asking you to do the same. I want you to protect the village here, Professor Zaria."

"A werewolf? There's no way he'd be here alone, especially in a place like this! Stay out of here, you little boy!"

Zaria, throwing away even a token respect, yelled at Goner, but the piglet looked straight back at the brown-skinned giantess. Zaria, about to say more, shuts up and pulls his chin down.

"There are certainly a number of strange things about this, but for now, trust me and listen to my plan."

"...Is that so? Just say what you want."

"First, we need to capture the enemy. Once we do that, it will be much easier to protect the village and go find Albert."

Goner looks at the hotei bag on his right hip and continues speaking.

"Here's some chicken blood and some female hair. We'll use this to lure the werewolves."

"What use is that?"

"The organs of all the people who were killed were eaten. For disorganized werewolves, the next priority after food is killing and women. We'll use that instinct and our sharp sense of smell."

Zaria listened to the words of the calm Goner with her left eyelid trembling. Then she snorted and folded her arms.

"I see. So the decoy with the bag leaves the village and wanders around. So? If I can't leave the village, who's going to do the job?"

"Me."

Zaria's eyes widened at Goner's quick response, and the surroundings roamed.

"I wrote that in the letter I gave to Tucker. Even if this plan fails and I die, Father will send his troops. At worst, that will settle things."

"You... are you serious?"

"Of course. If the werewolf gets caught by me, I'll use this that the village chief gave me."

Goner raised the whistle that was swinging from his chest, and Zaria nodded.

"... If that's what you want, hurry up and get going."

The big brown-skinned woman left the pale-faced village chief and looked down at Goner, who was smiling.

"I'll pick up your bones."

"Help...Help meeeee."

In the forest beside the road leading to Latian Village. In front of the wrecked carriage, the werewolf was relentlessly tearing apart the corpse of a man whose heart had been gouged out, then turned to the girl who was running away, dragging her broken right leg.

"Nooooo!"

The chestnut-furred werewolf easily caught up with the girl, grabbing her left leg and tripping her, then stepped on her thin right leg, which was bent the wrong way. His shining purple eyes looked down at the girl, who was crying out in pain and fear. His jaw was open, revealing a row of fangs, and his expression almost looked like he was smiling.

The giant with the wolf's head was on top of her delicate body, and just as his throbbing penis was pressed against her thigh, a dirty red-black cloth bag collided with his bulging back. The giant's purple eyes quickly turned around and caught sight of Goner, who was running along with his short legs. Puffing out his cheeks and blowing his whistle, the piglet man unsheathed his short sword and raised his buckler high, re-gripping the handle.

"Come on. I'll take you."

Before Goner had even finished speaking, the werewolf ran forward and swung down his huge claws with a horrible roar. The piglet man, who had received the beast's charge head-on, was blown away and slammed into a tree. However, Goner immediately stood up and stared at the werewolf in the same stance as before.

"I see. His strength is greater than Zaria's though."

"Grrrr!!"

"You're slower and more sloppy than Zaria!"

The werewolf roared in rage and unleashed a barrage of blows with his giant claws, which Goner blocked by crouching down. Of course, it wasn't a complete defense. The cotton in his cloth armor flew everywhere, and the claws grazed his face, causing blood to fly. But Goner didn't fall, nor did he run away. Irritated by this unpleasant presence, which was different from the prey he had hunted up until now, the werewolf swung his right arm with all his might, preparing to land a blow using his body weight.

Looking up, Goner pulled back his left leg and shifted his body, seeing through the trajectory of the claws and thrust out his buckler. The blunt-like claws slid along the curved surface of the small shield, and the next moment the werewolf's huge body swung forward, the tip of Goner's short sword pierced its glowing purple left eye.

"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The moment Goner lost concentration after landing a miraculous blow that was beyond perfect, he was swept away by the werewolf's wildly swung arms, sending his short, fat body flying through the air. The leather strap that secured the buckler snapped, and the piglet rolled to the ground with a deep wound in his left arm. The short sword pierced the ground far behind him.

Goner still stood up, and pointed his bloody left arm, which he could no longer raise, at the werewolf as a shield, and blew his whistle again. And just as the werewolf, running on the ground with both hands and feet, tried to close the distance, the spear pierced the nose of the werewolf head. The werewolf, who had stopped, turned to the left, and at the moment he turned his head to make up for his half-lost vision, a brown fist sank into his side. With a sound of impact that reverberated in his stomach, the giant with chestnut fur leaned back and fell backwards, quickly jumping back to distance himself from the intruder.

"Whoa...!"

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Picking up the spear she had thrown and shielding the tattered Goner behind her, Zaria spat out as she looked at the werewolf, catching her breath from running from Latian Village.

"Come on, scum."

"Gaaaaahh!!"

Zaria threw her spear again at the werewolf, who was charging forward while roaring menacingly. The giant with the wolf head jumped to avoid the long-handled weapon that was flying and roaring. However, the moment he landed, Zaria, who had closed the distance with speed belying his large size, dove into his arms.

"Ruaaahh!!"

"Gaafu..."

With a roar not to be outdone by the werewolf, the brown-skinned giant's left fist slammed into the giant's solar plexus. The werewolf couldn't help but jut his chin out. Zaria landed an uppercut there, and struck the collapsed opponent with a punch from almost directly above, aimed at his forehead. As he tumbled and collapsed, she kicked him with her spiked sandal-clad foot, knocking him over.

"Stand up!!"

Zaria, with her golden eyes wide open, roared angrily, and leapt at the werewolf who was about to counterattack. With her mane-like silver hair flying, her huge breasts and ass bouncing, she pounded into the werewolf with relentless fists and kicks, roaring as the blood spat out by the werewolf covered her whole body, knocking him down again with a front kick, then thrusting her right arm out to the side.

"Spear!!"

"Buhi"

Zaria took her weapon from Goner, whose face was grimacing, and stepped on the werewolf's chest as he coughed and spat out a clot of blood, pointing the shining tip at his throat. At that moment, a blast of dark purple smoke erupted from the giant's entire body. The big woman instantly jumped back, gasping at the sight of him as her vision cleared.

"Ah...ah?"

Looking down at Albert, lying in a pool of blood and with a large amount of chestnut-colored fur shed, Zaria dropped her spear, collapsed to her knees, and screamed the name of her beloved husband.

Sorry, no erotic content this time...

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