Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot grabbed her lips, opening the cork and pouring the thick blood into her lips—it was not as bad as she imagined as she started to drink it like a woman left in a desert for months without water.

"Nnngh...Mggh.....more....more!"

Once she had taken everything inside the vial, her body dropped to the ground and began to convulse—her veins started to writhe under her skin, and her muscles the same as she started to cry out in pain just like he did when he changed.,

"Marimo, please soothe her pain and clean the mess when she vomits her impurities."

"Yes, Master... Please don't be so sad, Master... Marimo knows... that Master cares about this woman greatly..."

"That's my Marimo..." He smiled without power, stroking her soft ears before stepping before the red dragon that stared at him like a bitter enemy.

"You-Will-Pay! Lancelot du Lac! I will tear you to shreds, rip apart your kingdom...!"

*Bang!*

His fist smashed into her face, knocking the dragon back down to the ground, creating a huge crater as the earth cracked. He knelt, grabbing her half-conscious face as she spat in his face with a sneer.

*Thud!*

Lancelot's face was blank, as the dragon's face was smashed against the hard ground over 10 times, her nose broken, teeth chipped, and consciousness dazed.

"Since you wanted to do it the hard way, lizard."

*Pop*

He opened the cork—the blood of this huge vial was the blood of a demonic dragon known to be one of the most powerful emperors of the dragon race; how Morgana had the blood, he didn't know.

Taking a deep breath, he began to fill his mouth with the huge amount, his cheeks swollen like a squirrel collecting nuts, while the dazed dragon looked confused...

She wanted to crush the bastard's neck with her tail. Nevertheless, the several blows to her head caused her to feel a disconnection between her body and her brain's orders.

'This dragon won't swallow it willingly... so I must force her! Forgive me, Tiamat. Blame yourself for being weak as you are and unable to protect her!'

Lancelot's face approached as she was about to spit flames—his mouth closed hers, causing her eyes to dilate, her brain unable to register what was happening.

By the time she realised more than half of the vial in his mouth had been swallowed.

"!!!!!" With a look of resistance on her face, as her eyebrows and nose scrunched up, she bit his tongue before a huge amount of blood suddenly entered his throat...

Her tongue pushed into his mouth, not to kiss but to force him to swallow the blood!

Neither Guinevere nor Tiamat knew what the blood was or this ritual.

They were not demons... in those vials was mostly the blood of Emperor-level bloodlines mixed with Lancelot's bloodline...

As he swallowed the thick groggy blood, Lancelot had the urge to vomit, but he couldn't.

The dragon's tongue was not like a human's and reached to the back of his throat, slithering, sliding and clogging up his ability to swallow and breathe until more of the vial entered his body.

In desperation, his hands grasped her humongous chest, pulling apart her scales as he began to molest and violently pull on them, causing her tongue to pull back like a passionate kiss.

Without any passion, the two began to fight to force the other to swallow more of the blood before— it was gone a few minutes later, it was gone...

Tiamat swallowed most, but Lancelot swallowed at least 40%, equal to the amount that Guinevere had previously drunk.

"Peh!!! Damn bastards.. give me back my first kiss! Ueeeeh.... it tastes fishy.... that...Ugh!?"

Like Guinevere, her eyes dilated before her body crashed flat on the floor and began to convulse, blood and black ooze leaking from her mouth, nose and pores.

'Shit...Morgana... I swallowed that dragon's blood....'

[...]

Lancelot stumbled back, feeling a burning sensation as his body began to fight against itself.

The incubus bloodline, his human bloodline, all fighting in one cesspool of violence—blood leaked from his eyes and nose while his lips began to cough and splutter a disgusting ooze, vomit onto the ground.

"Master!?"

"Make sure her archer stays asleep—tie them up just in case... Ugh..!?"

His body suddenly began to tingle and burn all over, like a dragon's flame was being blown directly into his organs, bone marrow, veins and flesh his skin turned a bright pink before turning red as his blood streamed from his pores.

"S-shit... it hurts..."

*Crack!*

The blood scales cracked as his Dominus form completely reverted, his silver hair dancing in the powerful breeze—stumbling backwards, he fell onto Guinevere's throne with staggering steps.

His blood dyed the beautiful white throne a dirty red and black, as the black wings on his back suddenly scattered into sharp scales and feather's like a tree in a late autumn storm.

[Do not worry, my dear husband...]

[From the start, I thought the dragon would put up a fight... This was less about empowering Tiamat... and more about your benefit...]

'Why, why keep things from me... I would have gladly drank it whole if you asked!'

[You needed to drink just the right amount... and only the dragon would stop you from being like Guinevere, who became addicted to the taste...]

'Never again... tell me, I am no foolish kid. If you need something or have to do something, tell me!'

'That is what being married means, no?'

[I understand, My King. But please, at least know that I cannot betray you or act in a way that harms your life...]

'How can I believe that?'

[Because like the Hares and Succubi...]

[I have drunk your blood more than anyone—I am your devoted Troop before your wife.]

Lancelot's mind became hazy from the transformation—the world's sounds became so clear and enhanced distant birds chirping miles away, monsters copulating in the forests... all sorts of sounds assaulted his ears.

He could hear the meat in his body tearing apart and repairing. The crack of his bones as they began to thicken, become stronger, and the joints more flexible...

Even the sound of the distant changes in Guinevere and Tiamat...

[My King...please be prepared... This will make them loyal to you even if faced with death or the death of their entire bloodline...]

[Yet it cannot restore their broken affection and feelings... They might hate you after this...]

[I hope your heart can take that feeling...]

"Ueeeh.... Ngh.... Arrrggh fuck....!"

His maw opened wide as huge amounts of disgusting sticky black jelly with lumpy bits were ejected from his body, vomiting like a drunken sailor after a week's leave.

'It's fine.....'

'I will solve that....'

[Are you tired? Should I hurry there!? You don't sound good!]

'Haha... don't, it's fine... you should see those two... how vulgar and unladylike of them.'

He leaned back against her throne, thinking that this plan was something he came up with and asked Morgana to develop in secret so he didn't get mad, or rather the feeling of power in his veins told him that she was showing him the path to the top...

Devour the strongest bloodlines and crush the demon continent by force.

[Also... The blood that Guinevere took will probably make her more dependent on you than ever...]

'Ah... what did you use... stupid succubus... wait till I come home... spank your fat little ass...'

[It's the blood of the Crazed Empress of Obsession... An Emperor class Vampiric bloodline...]

Lancelot looked at the eyes of Guinevere that were slowly glowing between azure and crimson... feeling like they strangely looked at him...

'Why do I get the feeling you did something unwanted again?'

[A vampire feeds off blood... your blood was also in her vial...]

'Am I a snack!?'

[To her, you are... The most delicious existence in the universe...]

His face twisted with a bitter smile before he lifted his arm, only for a crack to sound, and half of it was left holding the throne before the rest crumbled off...

Then like magic, his muscles, bones, nerves and veins began to reconstruct with a slight black and gold hue sparkling.

'So much for being human...'

Leaning back, he closed his eyes, feeling the same changes all over his body, as even his face was changed slightly more masculine and fierce but with the same or a more intense demonic charm and beauty.

"I will be victorious.... no matter the cost. I cannot fail..."