Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Ikumi was exhausted and couldn't stand anymore, falling to the ground with dazed eyes, trying to crawl forward like she didn't know the battle had ended.

Lancelot was there to catch her faster than a flash of light as he grabbed her body, holding her in a princess carry. His arms pulled Ikumi towards his chest firmly, causing her tiredness to vanish instantly, replaced by the rapid beating of her fluffy heart as Lancelot's piercing eyes met hers.

"Lan... master... Ikumi... wins..."

She whispered faintly, her ruby eyes sparkling like two precious jewels, Lancelot feeling helpless when gazing into them as he stroked her messy, dirt-covered hair.

"Of course you did. You were amazing. Are you tired?"

He looked down as her hands seemed to lack the power to hold him tightly, flopping down and resting against his arm.

Ikumi nodded with tearful eyes, sniffling slightly, "Ikumi wants a reward."

Lancelot's eyes softened as he wiped her bloodied lips and dirty cheeks; he gently kissed her forehead, then her sticky eyelids. Ikumi closed her eyes as Lancelot's warm lips pressed on them.

"Anything my little hare desires will be granted."

Ikumi struggled slightly, raising one hand to pull his head closer and whispering, "I want Master to eat Ikumi."

Lancelot paused momentarily, feeling Morgana hovering above, smiling brightly, her lustful aura pressing against him as he sighed helplessly.

"When you have recovered, okay."

He carried Ikumi past her wounded and exhausted troops towards a small field hospital; he spent quite a lot of wood and stone to build it rapidly the moment Ikumi took this territory as his own.

Lancelot gave Morgana the orders on what to do before the battle ended.

First, they would use extra materials to craft a wall to protect the exterior of the forest to stop invaders from sneaking inside, then position a new village that would protect the border and would be a shared project between him and Guinevere.

Ikumi didn't respond as she fell asleep, her light breathing sounding as she leaned against Lancelot's chest.

Inside the Hospital, Lancelot gently lay Ikumi on a soft bed made of treated animal fur and feathers; he removed her tattered clothing, revealing her beautiful figure as he inspected her body carefully, only to be pushed away by one of the kistune troops due to him just enjoying the sight of ikumi in the nude.

"Master Lancelot, we will take care of our Captain Ikumi now. Lady Morgana says she has erected the temporary barriers outside, and the construction will be complete soon."

"I see, thanks..."

Lancelot tried to pretend to be the good leader, but it was true Ikumi's adult figure was quite different from the young adult one he knew well; she was much more alluring, sensual and soft to touch, and her breasts also seemed to have changed shape and become bigger and were fuller with a rounded bell shape.

Even her scent was more mature and alluring. If she was a primrose before, now she was a blooming violet or orchid.

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"Oh, you didn't assault her right away?"

Morgana's enchanting voice sounded, the air gently vibrating with her deep, husky voice as the woman floated down and hugged Lancelot's back, stroking his chest with her long, pointed nails.

"What should we do next? Should I build a Village here? Or wait for Guinevere to finish?"

"Let's start preparing the forest first. Have the troops clear as much forest and wood as possible before the summon ends. I can only keep fifty of them here, so choose the most powerful to help with the building and arrangments." Lancelot was stern despite her fondling his crotch like they were in his room.

"Hmmm... sounds fun; I'll do it since you asked so kindly." She giggled playfully before vanishing like a ghost.

'I should check on Zirrel and the rest...' Lancelot thought as he headed towards the cave entrance.

It was now a small collection of both Frost Hare huts and other homes, the cave being converted slowly into a rock fortress, as many of the Angels and Succubi stood guard near the edge of the forest for invaders.

Currently, Camelot commanded a large dome of territory, with the Sherwood forest to its east and Guinevere's territory to the northeast, while the north and northwest lead towards the bulk of the demon kingdoms and Rena's direction.

The South was the huge mountain that led to Sumika's former territory and Lancelot's new city, so there were only two directions in the demon realm to fear.

East of Sherwood was a large group of demons and territories that could invade at any time. Now Lancelot had taken over so much territory; with the north of Sherwood being Guinevere's, there was only the east where danger could come from.

'Well... The South isn't in any major trouble for a while; maybe Arthur will be a problem?'

Lancelot wandered around the cave hospital, checking the hares until finally finding Zirrel lying on a bed, hugging her broken armour to her bosom while sleeping with a peaceful expression.

She awoke, hearing footsteps entering, her beautiful azure blue eyes opening slowly; Lancelot smiled upon seeing her awake as she seemed to recognise him straight away but couldn't move anything but her eyes and show a tremble in her lips.

"Don't rush; I know you must be in pain."

He sat beside her, stroking through her soft black hair; no longer was she like other Frost Hares; rather, her race was different now... She, Vema and the thirty Frost Hares in Ikumi's unit were now "Demon Hares."

A happy mistake that Lancelot never imagined, that his blood, the amount of ether, and his life force used to bring them back would cause them all to evolve.

As far as Lancelot could tell, Demon Hares lost the snowy white fur of Frost Hares but possessed humanoid traits like before: ears, tail, and fur.

Their faces became more humanoid with soft, feminine features, and their figures resembled succubi physiques.

With lewd breasts, curvy behinds, and a strangely alluring bee-type waist, their legs became more human, but the muscles of their thighs became stronger and more visible as if to compensate.

On top of these changes, their physical and magical power was increased significantly, and they could use the soul-damaging spells of the succubus and a few more magic spells and sword skills, likely inherited from Lancelot.

The final key figure is the extremely long, floppy black ears. These ears allow Demon Hares to hear hundreds of kilometres away and perceive objects with excellent hearing.

Lancelot honestly liked this evolution and secretly wished Ikumi had changed, too.

He stroked her head gently, enjoying how long her ears were, the silky hair and fluff inside causing Zirrel to kick against the bed, with a slight blush on her face, embarrassed by the pleasure of Lancelot playing with her ears.

"Captain... Ikumi is... safe?" Zirrel managed to whisper her concerns after a while, remembering the last thing before fainting: the image of Ikumi taking blows from the ogres to protect the other girls from being killed.

"She is resting after killing the enemy mage. Ikumi was amazing, just like the rest of you." Lancelot reassured her gently as Zirrel breathed a sigh of relief, her lips trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Zirrel was useless, only able to kill a single ogre before being badly injured; Ikumi protected everyone else even though Zirrel was useless...."

Her voice sounded weak yet regretful. Lancelot sighed; he knew that feeling of powerlessness and watching as everyone around you slowly fell, and all you did was one small achievement.

So he lifted her soft body and hugged her tenderly, patting her back while stroking her head as Zirrel buried her face into Lancelot's shoulders, sobbing quietly like a child.

"Zirrel was amazing; Ikumi wouldn't have been able to kill the mage alone. It was thanks to you, Vema and all the other girls fighting so hard; what are you talking about, just one ogre."

"You girls were fighting against monsters far stronger; I have neglected you so badly that you were weaker than you could have been; the pain and injuries are my fault for being too thoughtless."

Zirrel shook her head in Lancelot's embrace while grabbing his armour tightly, her soft ears flopping in the air as her heart pounded.

She felt safe in his warm embrace, and her nose sensed an addictive scent that calmed her emotions as she inhaled deeply, unable to resist snuggling deeper into Lancelot's body.

After consoling Zirrel for a while, she fell asleep as he visited all the girls, from Vema to the ones who were almost too badly injured and became even more demonic than Zirrel, some with small horns or golden eyes, gaining demon traits.

Eventually, Lancelot finished visiting all the girls; he returned to where the village was planned to be built, with many of his troops rushing before the countdown ended, and most of them would be sent back to the bases they were before.

[I have contacted Guinevere, and she will be here soon with some troops to help the eastern front become more stable.]

'Thanks... I was worried there might be an attack, although they could not take our territory without conquering the linked village. I don't want to see any more of my units dying.'

[Don't worry, the three girls who passed were revived safely, thanks to you constructing the building; we cannot use it for another seven days.]

Avalon was a strange world, with many relics that could bring back the dead who had died there. Sometimes, it was a timed restriction, others a level or grade.

The build bases usually cost over one thousand Avalon Coins and could be used three times a week at most; rather, he was lucky to have it upgraded and built; otherwise, those girls would be reborn from the start and forget many memories.