Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Meanwhile, a purple stormy glow washed over Lancelot's body, his power rapidly increasing! His body grew slightly while the armour gained some extra strength before bursting out from the body; two enormous black and red dragon wings burst forth!

"What is... Is this? maybe...?" His eyes glowed slightly before his canines and nails became thick claws before a large, scaled black snout covered most of the bottom half of his face; he could not comprehend what had happened, but his mind lost a small part to the voice in his mind... Lancelot was not a dragon... So he assumed it was another version of his demonic self rather than the truth.

His entire body became almost like a dragon with four pairs of huge wings protruding from his spine and back; these new appendages felt natural as he lifted his blades, grinning darkly as he faced off towards Rena with his dual greatswords spinning in front of him before flying towards him again, he raised his swords to guard his face.

The Oni smashed into his guard again; she saw the blood coating his body. The small trickle that leaked down his lip; was he bleeding?!

A devilish smile formed on her face; he'd gotten so aggressive! Her legs lifted off the ground as a few steps created gulfs, causing her legs to lift before lunging towards the beast; she swung down while dodging as his arms swerved rapidly.

She leapt forward, one step carrying her onto his left gauntlet while the next hit his helmet.

He threw her off with one sword as she dented his blade with her kanabo before flinging back into the ground again, her body landing softly before it began to move! Her form slowly healed before she leapt again, ready to smash his blades with an unavoidable attack!

But his knee smashed into her abdomen, his body somehow vanishing from her vision as an intense pain that didn't subside; she stumbled forward as his fist grabbed her chest and pulled.

His free hand punched as his body smashed down with her as if both were punching her at once; this strength! The difference in power!

"He's changed! Is this possible?!" She screamed; she started to feel a strange terror as his other swords left large gouges in her leg. She dropped again into the ground with an audible thud as the dirt broke the fall.

Before her face struck the ground, the giant Dragonborn kicked down, shoving its powerful foot with such force it sent her into the dirt up to her eyes!

The woman's hair scattered, allowing Lancelot to see her expression clearly; there wasn't rage, angst or fury; there was desire; her body embedded in the ground, her breath hot, forming steam as she looked at him with lustful desire, his sword was broken, not forced to fight hand-to-hand as his purple phantasmal swords were too much of a drain in this form.

When she blinked, he shot forward!

Lancelot slammed himself on her torso with the same massive damage, the crater with her body now far larger than her standing form, making her shudder.

However, she was still standing, as though she relished her powerlessness as she raised both hands into fists, holding them up as though waiting for something, blood pouring from her mouth as she smiled at Lancelot.

With a cruel stare that bored into Lancelot, who found her strange, such pleasure and thrill from fighting till death...

Rena watched as his wings suddenly faltered, her heart pumping joyfully as he.. lost power?!

Lancelot quickly leapt forward! Withdrawing from her gaze, the power drain was too strong as her fist smashed his face, and her attack began to fail. 'Did he see my strategy?' Her mind realised he had dodged or lost too much power when he noticed the change.

Smiling sweetly as she smashed his body into the ground, unable to defend, only focusing on the attack as she started to fight like a fierce tigress, throwing punch after punch, forcing him into a dirty melee rather than the graceful combat he knew.

***

Morgana's dark blade sliced behind Milvar's knees as the large beast collapsed, but Morgana no longer had a left wing; both wings fell before being consumed as her right hand bled, and she continued to push through.

But then, before Morgana arrived, a beautiful angelic maiden descended to his side.

"Damnit...! That succubus should have killed Milvar long ago..." Nuriel spoke mockingly before throwing the half-dead Eldar, smashing into the wounded Milvar, and turning to aid Lancelot.

"Should we even help them...?"

Her eyes watched the pair as he  was now in a crazy punching match with Rena as his body lost most of his black scales, his wings torn.

Yet, Rena was no better, her face bloody and bruised, her arms and chest filled with deep wounds and bruises, the two grapplings and rolling in the mud like children.

"You're so annoying! Just go down!" Lancelot shouted, his fist curling under her guard to strike her chin; there was no man and woman.

Only the enemy for the two right now, as she hooked his arm, twisting it and pulling him forward with a crushing knee to his abdomen, the last of his dragon scales shattering into black Ether; as his body became weaker, she smiled with glowing eyes.

"Are you done already!? Such a weak and premature man!"

"Such words...." His face twitched, pulling his head back with all his strength and giving her a headbutt.

The centre of her head burst with a bloody wound as they fell to the ground, his body covering hers as she began to shrink.

Her Ether and abilities were spent.

"Haa... you..."

"Tsk... still alive..." Lancelot muttered before her hands grasped his face.

Rena's pretty eyes stared at him as if the blood and bruises didn't exist.

Before he could react, expecting her next attack, he clenched his abdomen to withstand the blow, but she kissed him.

Although she lacked power for a wild kiss, her mouth parted enough to open his as well; their tongues locked inside; saliva dripped down between both sets of bloody lips.

Her tongue was dexterous, forcing his defence down; one of her arms clasped his head. As he tried to move away, his last wing began to shrink, his transformation finally withering down before falling away as she gave a victorious grin. Her hand clenched onto his clothes, rolling over and pinning him with an impossible strength of will.

"I said... next time I would be on top... fufu." Rena's body moved lower, her hips over his abdomen.

"Don't be gross; take this...!" The exhausted Lancelot swung, pushing and pulling himself back, managing to turn as a punch hit his right hand; he could see the disappointment on her face as both began to crawl like beasts.

"Ah..." In his confusion, her leg locked and pushed his, giving him no option, causing him to fall forward as her face was pressed into the dirt, and his hips pushed against hers, revealing his embarrassing situation.

"Oh.... you're hard!? Fufu... well... just slide my cloth, and we can fuck!"

"Damn, Oni woman... who wants to fuck you... why are you so vulgar... using dirty methods to rape me..."

"Haah... it was your cock that expanded my pussy so happily, filling it with your damn sperm!"

As they rolled in the dirt, the two began to bicker, now their commanders all feeling embarrassed seeing their Lord's being so strange... Most of the basic troops were sent back, while Marimo, Ikumi, and Meru also returned with damage to their bodies, not wanting their master to see them so messed up.

Lancelot tried to keep his waist away with the strange battle continuing as it reached its end. His mind stopped processing how humiliating and degrading this fight was to them both, and it went on.

Neither expected the battle would turn out in such an absurd manner or that the battle could reach such an ending, despite fighting with everything they could muster...

With one last scuffle, Lancelot fell onto his back, while Rena fell on top of his chest; the moment she did eye, eyes widened as she felt herself being expanded, her soft insides tearing slightly from the sudden intrusion, but she was sticky and wet from the lust she felt during battle, as her hips slowly slid down, to envelop his length completely.

"Eldar, Milvar, return to the city." She ordered as her eyes looked down at Lancelot; their bodies now lay on the ruined floor of her carriage, hidden from sight.

"Morgana, Nuriel, wait by the carriage..." Lancelot looked up at her, and she mouthed the words, "Let's have our last battle using this?" Without seeking his agreement, her hips began to move quickly, with a loud wet smack, her breath blowing onto his face as she seemed to lose control differently, kissing his chest and neck addictively.

'Damn... I don't want to fight back; it's so warm and comfortable...'

His eyes narrowed before pulling the last remaining power from his core... "I won't lose to you!" Lancelot shouted as he rolled again, pounding deep into Rena's wet cave as the sounds of lovemaking echoed; for a moment, he even forgot they were still in the war zone, with bodies on the ground around them.

However, the victor was already decided as he managed to mount her; now on top, she was at his mercy.... Or rather, her eyes and body relaxed and seemed to surrender... "Fuck... harder..." She begged, "Fill me with your warm essence!"

It was as if a different woman was talking now; her demeanour made it seem she didn't enjoy dominating Lancelot earlier as much as she now enjoyed having herself ravaged savagely and aggressively by the warrior above her, his muscles, scales, and armour all long gone as the two moved wildly, their movements not slowing down in the slightest,

His speed matched his thrust as her fingernails tore deep into his skin while his fingers gripped her thighs and hips like pincers, forcing her body up with every hip smash as they both gasped for breath, not looking like proper nobility in the slightest...

However, it was a fitting end to what seemed like a never-ending battle and how they met...