Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot had achieved his goal, and before returning to school, he wanted to get some last-minute training in on the way home.

So currently, they were heading along the southern path, having taken boats to the south coast of Rynus city, avoiding any issues due to his actions before leaving last time.

The sensation and warmth from the Oni Rena were still vibrant if he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

[Master, are you sure you want to fight against that undead horde?]

⟪Hmph! With me around, why would My Lord fear some disgusting undead?⟫

However, he didn't know that he was being followed by a woman who was not only burned by his charm, but her body still ached from his touch.

[Heh, you? A little birdwoman with six wings acting all cool]

⟪Hah?! A filthy halfbreed thinking even one pair of her wings is worth four of mine!⟫

[Want me to make you horny and toss you into a goblin den bitch!]

⟪Shall I impale your slutty cunt on my golden spear to cleanse your filthy hole?⟫

'...'

Lancelot was a little helpless since he summoned Nuriel. She was like this with a very assertive and dominant attitude as she sat to his right pressing her body against him to point at Morgana, who did the same.

'Does she not realise that her actions are far more slutty than Morgana's right now?' He thought her right hand used to balance her, was placed on his crotch as if it didn't matter.

Even Morgana was only touching his thighs!

{Master, are you alright? Your face is a little red.}

'Ah, I am fine, my cute Marimo.' He felt that he would be ruined if these two women kept fighting. Maybe even losing his prized possession.

[Darling, tell this bird brain how much you love me, and she should squat naked with a club in her ass and beg for my forgiveness!]

⟪My Lord, look at the perverted ideas she puts in your head. You should tie her to the bed and make her obedient!⟫

'...'

Somehow why did it feel they were getting along better despite their vulgar and unbefitting arguments to people of their stature?

"Ahem..." Clearing his throat. "Why don't we try to get along or at least not fight."

[Impossible! Her body stinks!]

⟪Forgive me, Lord, this woman's crotch smells like rotten fish. I cannot forgive her for training the world.⟫

He looked at the two women nodding at their different types of beauty. Morgana was like a sexy older sister you wanted to learn naughty things from.

While Nuriel was like a friend's super hot mother who you wanted to slowly, gently teach you about growing up with her soft and loving hands and body.

'It seems even I am beyond saving.'

Meanwhile, a large carriage and more than 50 troops inside smaller carriages were rushing down the dirt road, tracking demons with golden eyes glistened with a blue and green colour looking towards the south.

Rena and her subordinates were hot on Lancelot's trail, with most of her army returning to base as she deemed him not worth the entire thing.

With the rumble of their movement and loud howls of the Dire Wolves pulling her cart, Rena sat with her legs crossed in black and silver leather armour holding a huge club which seemed to be the Easter weapon, a Kanabo.

Despite the narrow handle, the thick shaft was extremely thick and filled with sharp spikes along the four sides.

Milvar was silently watching, unsure what changed in her Queen, but the scent and her movements the day before were very strange. "I cannot believe my Lord finally popped her cherry. Yet the man who had you howling like a brothel whore with a centaur was your enemy! Hahahaha."

"Milvar! Don't you..." But her voice changed as she felt a slight discomfort between her legs. 'Why does it feel like he's still inside me... that thick club, how could my fingers compare... I won't kill him but make him my obedient little sex toy!'

Seeing her Master's reactions, Milvar smiled, seemingly knowing she was smitten by the male and nodded to herself.

"Let's not kill him at least and first hear why those annoying humans want him dead. Isn't that more interesting, My Queen?"

"Forgive my intrusion, commander! Your Highness!" A female Oni riding directly on a dire wolf opened the curtain.

"There seems to be a moderate force ahead, and the scent you have given the wolves to follow seems to be shifting towards them."

"Oooh? Where are they heading? I thought he might use some cheap tricks again, but I guess not." Rena smiled with a strange look. It was a mixture of fierce hate and the look of a woman going to meet her lover.

'You should have run faster—I am coming to get you. Fufu~ my club will crush your legs; then I will make you give me that pleasure forever!'

This was the essence of female Onis and other tribes of the same race. Once they got a taste of their ideal mate, it was over.

Even if the male ran to another dimension, they would find them. It was just a matter of when not if.

"Arranged the Wolf Riders! We will attack them with a vicious charge when they slow down, pin them down, and crush them thoroughly!"

Once the orders were even spoken, Milvar left the carriage, hopping on the back of the huge wolf. She then went to collect hers.

She would lead the assault and wanted to see the man who could finally make her Queen less lazy and more focused. 'I don't know who he is, but thank you. My Queen spoke about resisting the humans and the other demon lords for the first time in more than 10 years!'

Back on the carriage with Lancelot now, Meru and Marimo were sitting on his lap as he forced the other two out because their wings spread feathers all over the place and slapped him in the face.

"Master, are we going to fight the Oni Queen... She is a legend even to our small clan in the mountains."

'Hmmm?'

"Marimo, why would you know about the Oni Queen from another world?" He asked while enjoying the rare obedient Meru, letting him brush her hair slowly with a light moan when he reached the base.

"Ah... That's because she comes from the same world as us. Quite a few of the demons in the area are from our world. The way we are distributed is our strength and which planet we came from."

Lancelot leaned back before questioning her. "How do you know? Because I summoned you not one of your kind."

Marimo just gently smiled at him before stroking his cheek. "Master, this journey had plenty of people we met, and there were at least 30 Frost Hares in the city of Rynus alone. Some were mine and Ikumi's distant relatives."

"Ohhh... it feels like I missed being chased by that woman so much."

"Fufu~ it cannot be helped although you are amazing, the world still spins when you are absent."

"..." Lancelot ignored the comment as he enjoyed stroking the fluffy hares and staring at the sky with a blue sun in front.

Suppose humans could read his mood. They might say he was feeling free for once, though that soon changed once he sensed an abnormal number of Oni, and his golden eye shone faintly with a hint of bloodthirst, lust and interest as the star pupil began to glisten with a golden light.

"We are being followed; they are faster and will soon be upon us."

After walking quite a way, he took out a pair of rusty gauntlets that covered his hand, then turned to Marimo, who was already equipping her armour like an obedient warrior and Meru, who was on his lap, half dead from pleasure.

'Morgana, stop fighting with Nuriel. We have guests.'

[But Master... she said you prefer her because she has bigger tits!]

⟪Liar! I said my heart is bigger and can encompass his needs! Hmph!⟫

With a sigh, he tossed their fight into the back of his mind before taking off his clothes and putting on more protective ones slowly, the two hares in the carriage both watching him with blushing faces, even though Meru pretended not to care, "hmph what an ugly body... Meru won't look even once!" Yet her eyes watched like hawks between her fingers.

Suddenly from the horizon, hundreds of horses that looked like wolves bolted toward Lancelot and the girls with ferocious speed. There were no signs of weapons, and the front seemed to have Milvar leading the charge, a beast skin cloak across her body as she screamed.

"For The Queen!"

Lancelot pulled the reigns on his horse before he stepped forward, cutting his wrist as the blood danced around his body, forming a beautiful black and red scale armour, his golden eye flashing before his dragon wings sprouted, black with sleek scales and claws.

He was the first to dart forward, his Gale sword in dual form as he bore down towards Milvar with a smirk.

"Show me what you've got, pretty Oni commander!"

However, the warriors of the Oni Queen were fierce and lifted their lances and bows, awaiting his impact.

"Heh, silly man! Let's skewer him and use his body as a flesh dildo!"

"Fufu! The Queen said we can go all out! Crush the women; enjoy the man!"!

"Hihihihih! To battle!"

Milvar's eyes opened wide as they were prepared as she summoned a wind wall protecting half of the wolf riders.

Because the next moment.

She blinked as an explosion of demonic and heavenly energy erupted from his right and left, destroying their plans to skewer him as the world shook from the sheer power of both attacks.