Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Crimson blood rained from the sky, and beautiful black dragon scales shimmered in the purple light flickering from Lancelot's blade. He danced through the skies, each slash cleaving through the air with a ferocious cry before tearing the female dragon's huge body and meaty flesh.

"Little Emperor!" Her voice growled as she swiped downwards, trying to stop his attack with a powerful blow, causing the wind to swirl around her huge claws.

With a rapid turn, Lancelot's chest barely dodged the deadly attack, four thin cuts spreading across his chest as blood oozed from the broken scales.

Lancelot didn't feel pain as his palm released his blade, pushing forward as four purple phantasmal blades blasted towards her.

"Old woman!" He snarled, causing the female to become enraged. Lancelot smirked as his attempt to anger her succeeded.

They formed with a beautiful dark Ether shimmering before ripping apart the fierce winds caused by her erratic clawing and penetrating the female dragon's chest, causing her to flap both wings vigorously to gain distance and height.

"Don't get cocky! Whelp!" Tyr bellowed from her maw as flames bathed Lancelot's figure in the sky, his confident smile causing her to react more extremely with a brutal twirl. Her long, armoured tail smashed into his flank, a loud clang resounding before a hail of golden lances hit her body.

Lancelot held his black sword along his body, placing his left palm along the flat of his blade to endure the brutal lashing of her tail, causing his body to shake, blood seeping from his lips as the shockwave from her blow caused his organs to shift violently.

"Ugh..."

The next moment, as his eyes fluttered open, trying to shrug off the damage, he saw the sky brightened as Lumiel lunged forward, and she and the other angels launched brutal spears of light towards Tyr.

*Da-Dang*

As if a huge bolt from a ballista crashed into her scales, loud bangs and sizzling followed, knocking the dragon's body back, rolling in the sky as she seemed to droop down, but Lancelot saw her throat bulging as flames leaked from her lips.

"Lumiel, avoid her flames!"

Lancelot called out in alarm as he flicked his finger.

A single line of Ether blasted forwards, instantly blocking the air between Tyr and Lumiel—his wings swung back, catapulting his body towards the gap, grasping his sword tight as a crimson flame billowed around his dragon-slaying sword as he swung it horizontally into her oncoming fire breath.

The Ether coating the dragon slayer blade spread in a sphere, wrapping the incoming flames in a net that seemed to condense them further and further, forcing them into a singular point that became visible.

An eerie red flame orb hovered within Lancelot's grasp, and without any hesitation, he blasted it towards Tyr's weakened body as her body hung in the air.

"Too naïve, boy!" Tyr bellowed as she twirled her body with a barrel roll, but Lancelot clenched his fist when the flames were just above her body.

"Woman, you are too confident." The ball of Ether created from their flames transformed into a rain of crimson blades that hailed down on the dragon like a heavy downpour of death, ripping and slicing her wings.

"You're the same," Lancelot snorted coldly as his blade tore apart her hide and scales. "To think I was so nervous fighting a dragon—you are a beast!"

Tyr's head twitched slightly at his comment, and her expression was unfathomable.

*Snort*

But after a few moments of silence, Lancelot's eyes opened wide as an ear-piercing screech rang out, and the sky lit up.

"Did you think I would die from a few mere flesh wounds!? To a feeble, Young Lord!" Tyr screamed with blood pouring down her beautiful yet sightly burnt scales with heavy breaths. Flames began to radiate from her entire body—Lancelot felt like the entire area was devoid of Ether, like she was sucking it all towards her!

A huge ball of black fire was already spinning rapidly inside her wide-opened maw. Lancelot was not immortal, and the constant intense fighting made him feel fatigued as he missed this attack.

Seeing dozens of flames fluttering around her body, he pulled all the Ether he could to create dozens of floating purple blades, but he could only block one attack.

The fireball... aimed at him.

or

The countless flaming lances aimed towards his troops.

Holding his blade tighter, he bit his lips to remove the pain of overdrawing more Ether—he could survive. There was still his Dominus and complete transformation, but the troops here would die if hit by either attack.

"Sword!"

*Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba*

One by one, purple swords of pristine shimmering light began to fill the sky around his body, blocking all sight of his troops, a sweet taste of iron and copper filling his mouth while a stream of blood oozed from Lancelot's nose.

One dozen.

Two dozen...

Over fifty Phantasmal blades covered the skies as he stood in the centre, pointing his black sword towards Tyr's heart.

"Come at me, Dragon."

Tyr's head snapped back, her neck coiling as she released the flame from her mouth, or should have done...

*Ga-Dan!*

Six powerful feet all dropped from high above, black and white fluff colliding with the dragon's nose, cracking her nose and pristine scales as the Frost Hares dropped from way above the sky, causing the dragon's body to drop rapidly suddenly.

The black flames erupted inside her mouth as Tyr's golden eyes widened, unable to scream due to the force of each Hare stomping down on her snout, closing her maw tight before she smashed into the ground, smoke and blood pouring from her lips, as the flame lances were fired off randomly towards Lancelot.

He was smiling as he pointed his sword, her black flaming lances shooting around the cave, randomly destroying the walls and floor, while his purple blades all shot down, piercing her flesh, tearing her scales and pinning Tyr to the ground as the Frost Hares stomped once more, cracking her nose completely before they leapt backwards, grabbed by the angels and dragged to safety despite trying to keep fighting even more all of them like feral beasts wanting more dragon blood.

The hail of golden and crimson swords rushed forward, piercing her large body and locking her limbs onto the ground.

"It's my win." He said coldly, hovering a few inches from her face before pointing his sword straight at her chest. "Submit to me—I won't carve out your heart."

Tyr was silent as the surrounding battlefield died, and everyone began to check their injuries and numbers.

*Cough*

*Cough*

Blood began to dribble out the sides of her maw, staining her blood-drenched scales a deep crimson as her eyelids flickered, looking up towards him, "Boy... you're stronger than I expected..." She laughed dryly, "Hmph..." Slowly, her huge body began to shrink, revealing a naked woman again, but it was different this time.

She was only as tall as Meru, with long black hair wrapped around her naked body, hiding her ample cleavage as a hand wiped away the blood on her face. Her golden eyes were staring at him with an intensity different from the look she gave before.

"Then why don't you come and have fun with the Queen of the Dragons?" She asked teasingly, a devilish smile forming as Lancelot stared back, confused.

"Are you surrendering?"

"So naïve, I've not lost. It's only because these fleabags attacked me while you were arrogant and giving a victory speech. Don't tell me you never considered taking me for your mate and using my body for your pleasure. Or the Queen's desire?"

"Why should I want you for a mate?"

Lancelot's eyebrows knitted tightly.

"Well, you can use my strength if you do take me. Do you want to know how powerful the Dragon race is?" Tyr stepped forward, trying to look seductive, before Meru's long leg tripped her, causing the small dragon to fall, rolling forward as her buttocks and black tail hung in the air as she lay ass up.

"Eh... the so-called dragons don't even have pubic hair... haha." Lancelot mocked her, as her body was covered in thin, black scales that covered her sides and around her most private laces—despite looking imposing.

It was bravado.

Lancelot moved forward, his foot pressing down on her private spot, as the scales and her fleshy mound squished under his foot, causing Tyr to moan and wince in slight discomfort before Meru and the others all kicked her face.

The blow knocked the little dragon's consciousness away before he waved his hands and threw her unconscious body towards the Frost Hares.

"Bind her—make sure it's tight and gag her mouth. Let's make this stupid dragon more obedient back home."

Tyr was captured.

'Thank god she wasn't an ancient dragon—otherwise, we might have been in a worse stage now...'

Lancelot was about to fall backwards when two pairs of arms held him up; the succubi had been helping him maintain his Ether levels all this time as Vellan and Lusia kissed him deeply to restore him to normal.

"Mmm~"

*Slide*

Lancelot could feel their tongues moving and entwining inside his mouth, passing him energy and fluids that his body greedily sucked up. As his senses returned, he noticed an odd smell, but as he pushed his tongue forward, he felt a cold liquid drip along his chin.

'Huh? It smells sweet... almost like...'

"Enough. That's enough; get off him, you sluts. Look, you even broke one of my wings. Let's heal ourselves first, and then you can suck us dry later." Lumiel grabbed the two Succubi, dragging them aside while pouting.

'Ah... it is like honey,' Lancelot mused.

But, after drinking the remaining juices, his strength and body felt a bit better. The blood stopped dripping, and he could walk normally without the pain from his wounds. He quickly removed his blade, looking around at his allies and soldiers.