Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

"Rena... That's a lovely name." He felt it was amiable because sharing similarities with Sumika's homeland somehow was more relaxed hearing her name.

"I'm Lancelot."

Like he wasn't in the middle of the demon kingdoms and was back home on his planet.

The liquid flames soon became comfortable for him; the bubbling water-like fire was strange, yet he felt soothed down to his core.

*splish*

He heard the sound of Rena moving in the water but didn't think anything of it, closing his eyes and leaning back while her breathing and washing filled his ears.

It was so soothing that he almost fell into a deep sleep.

The scent of lavender and vanilla entered his nose.

[Demon Queen Rena POV]

'Is he finally sleeping? God, that powder was meant to be fast acting!'

[My Queen... why did you take the Rare B-Grade sleeping agent, Lavender Tears?]

Rena's body shuddered before looking around, but the door was locked, and the sign for [Maintenence in progress] should have been placed outside after she paid the mistress enough gold to do this.

'Mmmm, I have trouble sleeping when in a different bed.'

[My Queen, I have seen you sleeping on the spikes of a cavern floor...]

'....Milvar, your Queen is about to get laid.... can you not interrupt?'

[You...]

[Rena, what are you doing and with whom?]

Her body moved through the water, her tanned body more erotic and sexy thanks to the orange tint from the flames.

As she sat beside Lancelot, her fingers slid through the warm water, enjoying his every muscle and inch, slowly moving towards his crotch.

'That hot incubus with one eye... Ah, his cock is so huge, and his atmosphere is so calming, Milvar. I'll let you taste it once if you stop nagging.'

[...]

[Have you made your choice then, remember the rules of our clan.]

[Even a Demon Empress is not exempt.]

'I choose Lancelot.'

She was nodding with an eager grin. Her mind wandered about the upcoming night; she couldn't help herself.

While lost in thought, Lancelot began to move, shifting towards her in his sleep. She caught sight of his mouth and bit her lip in anticipation.

She already had her heart chosen as her hands traced all the ridges that marked his skin, watching them ripple with the water gliding downwards into his silver-haired groin before reaching for what she had come here for.

'Ha.. he's... so huge. Why do his lips look so kissable?' The feeling sent chills through her legs to her lower regions and spine. She tried her best to focus, moving her trembling body even closer while her grip wrapped around his organ.

If she squinted hard, she swore bumps and spiralling veins were going towards the tip, further accentuated by its glistening shaft that beckoned her.

Rena inhaled inaudibly before turning Lancelot towards her face for what came next and tried again to steel herself as her right leg landed and entangled around his waist.

'Oh... this is amazing... Let's see what his mouth tastes like.' She thought, holding his chin, her soft breasts pressing against his chest, as she leaned in to kiss him. She knew Milvar had left them, and nothing could interrupt her!

With her hips low and lips hovering with his, Rena felt it was now or never and closed the gap until she touched and tasted what awaited her.

Then something unexpected happened...

Lancelot took control!

His hand was rough and muscular, surprising as it reached towards her rump while pulling on her head to push her harder against his lips. His other slid around her smooth lower back to lock her tight against his chest.

Despite her desire being lit, she tried to pull back but could not and found herself locked into her favourite form of pleasure.

"Are all Oni girls so naughty? drugging and attempting to rape innocent men?" Lancelot joked before he kissed her roughly, tasting his would-be rapist.

His breath was like an intoxicating gas, instantly flooding her with ecstasy from his burning and prying tongue, which immediately ravaged her own without restraint while searching her mouth thoroughly. His speedy victory led her brain into a slow spin, unable to find the strength to resist.

With such strong power being unleashed upon her defences, she felt her saliva flood his mouth unrelentingly, unable to slow its pace to recover. However, her embarrassment vanished after the strong scent that clung to Lancelot overwhelmed her senses; she didn't expect his smell to be so incredibly alluring.

She was already breathing harder, the sounds of pleasure leaving their connection echoing in her mind and fuelling her carnal desires for her male, who was already fighting back as their tongues tangled for control while they pushed for the top position. Their mouths pressed tighter and tighter, allowing no air to escape to sustain either fighter's lungs.

'No, no way?! 'Why me... it's you?!' Why are you being so hot and stronger than me?!' Was her most rampant thought, while her second had her reeling. 'To think that I am the one being ravished...?' Her cheeks were on fire.

The last part, as she had only heard, had her shudder as his hardness rose underneath them in full bloom.

His thick organ prodded up with its wet head, gently thumping into her thighs and rump where Lancelot squeezed and pulled, exploring the Oni queen's flawlessly sculpted body enthusiastically.

"Such a fine woman; why did you enter a bath alone with an incubus? Did you think that raw strength could win in a battle of men and women?" His voice was like an enchanting tune as he caressed her lower back and pulled her in, their bodies fully pressed, and those dark pink peaks in his direct vision with Rena struggling in his embrace and those slick thighs wrapping his body tightly.

'Fuck... oh shit... I'm weak! I know I shouldn't, I can't, but...!' Thought Rena, biting her tongue, tasting her copper blood on its tip, trying to keep silent, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing her like this as her wetness trickled into the water with her lewd body, oozing honey.

As his meat bumped into her thighs repeatedly, the hard tip pushing along her soft crevice, teasing her soft clitoris with its warm, powerful prods, she found she needed to admit it...

'I want to surrender. Why?! He should be under the drugs' effects?' She whined, though her loins desired satisfaction to take over any hesitation.

Her thighs shifted to accommodate the growing object at the front by spreading them so that its thick rod prodded along her butt's soft rear and its smooth ravine's entrance to her body.

"Why, Lancelot, is that a way to treat your Queen?" She tried to take control, her muscular arms pressing him back against the hard bath wall, water swishing around their bodies.

Yet his eye just shimmered with golden light before she felt her insides pushed apart, as his cruel words sounded in her ear, "I have only one queen, and that isn't you." Rena's heart was shocked, but why did a pleasant tingle follow her tight chest? Why did it feel wonderful to lose like this and with a big, fat cock grinding into her nether regions?

His thick pole had been pressed against her silken sheath, where his hard cock was grinding, poking outwards and upward for several seconds.

Now with ease, his swollen cock sank deep, with each inch slipping into Rena, allowing her body no resistance to welcome him conquering her with his sexual entry.