Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

While Lancelot was anonymously writing on the chat group, trying to find rumours or anything useful, Sumika began to sway, her heavy eyelids fluttering until they closed.

Her upper body fell onto the arm of the chair as she fell to sleep, snoring as he smiled wryly before carrying her to the room like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder—her body smelt like alcohol as she fidgeted on his body.

'...She's such a heavy sleeper...'

After carrying her into her room, he put her into bed, stroking her soft cheeks and unfastening her clothes—the sight of her pale breasts was nothing new to him as they bathed together daily, pinching her cherries and enjoying the soft feeling.

Lancelot left the room, letting her sleep.

Lancelot loved the smell of her hair and how much she resembled a cuddly cat, but sadly tonight wasn't the night to bond with Sumika.

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The television and curtains had been closed when he returned to the living room. At the same time, all the wine and beer bottles were cleaned up; his lips formed a smile as he turned to face the beauty that entered, her body wearing a loose-fitting black lace nightdress, with a blue bra and frilly panties underneath, visible from the dim light from the dim emergency lights.

She slowly walked towards him, with her hips faintly swaying, her breasts pushed up by the sexy bra as she pushed them together to amplify her cleavage while seductively licking her lips. "Hello there, my handsome knight. This lady doth wonder what she has done to deserve such a gorgeous man?"

Lancelot gulped at her figure, making him want to run his hands over her breasts and rip her clothes off, but he somehow resisted.

"I don't know why you're asking me this question when your panties are visible from under that dress." He said, a smirk forming on her lips as she quickly pulled it up and turned around, her ass peeking out from the black fabric.

She then bent over, her soft buttocks now in full view, as a thin black fabric covered her soft mound; Lancelot could feel his pants becoming tighter as he stepped forward, placing both of his palms on her smooth, creamy ass cheeks, giving them a soft squeeze, which made her jump as she yelped.

"Ah!" She blushed but remained standing, waiting for him to say something as his hands rubbed her soft, large buns.

"You know how to greet a man." He smirked, pulling her black panties down to expose her moist lips, which were slightly puffy and swollen as a trickle of juices dripped from her entrance, clinging to her pink petals and clit.

"Such a cute and alluring little snatch..." He whispered into her ear, her body trembling as she turned around and walked over to the bed, placing two hands on the soft mattress and sticking her ass out, giving him a better view of her thick, creamy thighs as she pulled her dress up, her butt wiggling in the air.

He licked his lips as he approached, taking off his clothes and placing them next to the bed, his heart racing with excitement; he had been waiting for this day ever since he returned to this time.

"Do not move, Princess Guinevere; you are my captive for tonight." Lancelot's voice was deep and fierce as he began to caress her ass, pulling apart her soft, luscious cheeks, as the wet juices smeared along her slit as he pulled them apart to enjoy her asshole puckering sight.

Guinevere's legs were trembling, but she somehow managed to remain standing, as her panties were still in his hands; as he spread her cheeks, he was now inches away from her little hole, her petals already exposed.

"P-Please don't look at my asshole...!" She begged, feeling her legs buckle as he reached forward, sinking his fingers into her soft ass, pulling her ass into the air, almost lifting her off the ground using his arms alone.

He licked his lips at her sight, a perfect round and puckered hole, slightly pink, and her inner thighs were now wet with her juices—he began to feel a fire in his stomach, which only grew the more he touched her.

She was his captive, and it was time for him to enjoy her.

Lancelot placed his palm over her warm mound, the warm, slimy juices sticking to his hand as he began to stroke her petals with two fingers, brushing around her clit gently to start, using his spare hand to slap her ass softly, groping her creamy cheeks with a smirk on his face, "The perfect ass and it's going to be ravished by me, your enemy. How does it feel, Guinevere?"

"Hahh! S-Such a criminal act; you shall not get away with it—I shall report you to the King!" She said, the fingers slowly moving up and down her slit, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine, now slowly being spread with a sticky sound as he brushed against the inside of her warm hole, his finger smeared with her juices as he slid inside her entrance teasing the soft opening.

"You say that, but your slutty cunt's entrance is sucking on my fingers... such a whore." He teased, slowly inserting the first finger, making Guinevere moan loudly, the warm flesh wrapping around his fingers. "Ahh, oh my... such a tight hole..." He said with a devil's smile.

He pushed further in, watching her ass bounce as his finger entered her depths—his finger was soon fully inside her to his knuckle, a wet squelch as her entrance expanded, letting out the sticky love juice and air.

"Such lewd noises, princess. Why does your cunt make such loud sounds with a single finger? Your ass is even swaying." He slid his finger in and out, hearing her moans echo as his palm struck her plump butt, the juices trickling down her thighs, her breasts swaying with her hips, shaking in ecstasy.

"Please! No more, please! You mustn't-ahh!" She moaned, feeling his second finger enter her depths, stretching her inner walls as she arched her back, feeling the full length of his fingers inside her, stretching her out, his palm now slapping her clit every time he pushed in, her mouth open in an 'O' shape as the pleasure coursed through her.

He could see her breasts moving up and down as she panted, her ass bouncing on his fingers as she felt his thumb rubbing her clit, her legs almost giving out, her knees almost buckling as her pussy throbbed, and the warmth of her hole wrapped around his fingers.

"Please! S-Stop, ah~!" She whimpered, her cheeks flushing bright red as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

"Nnn, ah~! N-No more!" She moaned out loud, her thighs trembling, as her body was now on full display, her lips quivering as she looked back at him with her bright blue eyes and panting heavily, her tongue hanging out of her lips with a face full of lust.

"You're just a little slut, aren't you? Just a horny little thing who's desperate for a cock. Say it; tell me what you want, Guinevere." He demanded, his fingers pounding into her pussy, stretching her out, her juices dripping onto the floor, her juices trickling down his palm.

"Y-Your fingers, they're so-ahhhh~! Please, stop them. P-Please, I want your cock!" She begged, her voice pleading with him as his fingers picked up the pace.

Lancelot's fingers began to tease her g-spot as she began to climax, curling her toes as she moaned out loud, feeling her body tremble, her legs shaking uncontrollably, and the feeling of being penetrated from the rear sent shivers down her spine.