Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot noticed that Evaine became more hands-on, touching his thighs or leaning closer to allow her chest to press against his.

He didn't intend to do anything more than enjoy the meal tonight, but she kept teasing the beast as his desires and memories of their past life constantly surfaced from her similar actions and habits...

'Instructor, you are playing with fire...'

The pair began to engage in light petting, his hand teasing her soft ass.

She felt soft and squishy, like a silky sponge spreading warmth through his hand, while her hands slid along his tights, growing closer to his crotch each time she returned.

"Hey... That rumour."

"Mmmm?" Lancelot sipped his wine, squeezing her pert buttocks, causing her to emit a muffled groan as she hugged his body.

Evaine pressed her ample, round bosom against his arm and chest with a smile, biting her tongue as it slid along her glossy lips.

"The one about your cock and making Arthur a cuckold... Is it really THAT big?"

Her fingertips began to dance along his linen trousers, gripping the small zip and buttons while looking up at him with her big eyes, fluttering her long lashes. "Can I see it?"

He didn't plan for this to happen... But her warm breath and the slight sensation of her fingers lighting touching his half-erect member awoke the beast within, leaning forward he kissed her neck, sucking along her slender shoulder and neck with a grin as his hands began to tease and pull up the thin summer dress she wore, allowing the night breeze to blow across the top of her smooth thighs.

"Oh!" She bit her lower lip, stifling her excitement as he kissed down her breasts and chest, her breath becoming shallower by the minute as her excitement mounted.

"Well?" She grinned as she rested her hand against his thigh, slowly stroking along its inner region, her fingertips stroking against the shaft of his throbbing cock. "Will you let me see?"

He knew this was dangerous, and a line should never be crossed so soon.

However, Lancelot felt the desire within himself grow as his member became larger and harder from the feeling of her touch, while memories of his past life came back in a torrent.

This woman had become an addiction in her past life... He felt it best to break her before he allowed her to become addicted to him in return.

'I loved and lost you in my stupidity...'

'Next time, you won't leave my side, no matter what dark acts I must do.'

"If we go further, I will never let you see another man and make you mine forever... Don't make a mistake." Lancelot warned her, biting her neck softly, the pale flesh sweet and juicy as she groaned against his ear with an erotic voice that drove him mad.

"Hehe... You want me..."

Her smile was brighter than a sun; she beamed with pride, believing herself to be the one who made him like this, that he had become so obsessed with her he had become jealous at the very thought of other men...

"If I could, I'd make you mine, here, now..." Lancelot said calmly and sternly as he kissed and nibbled her neck.

She pouted, puffing up her cheeks as her face blushed red in excitement. "Then what are you waiting for? I am no princess... I'm a soldier just like you."

Her hands unbuttoned the small buttons that kept his cock imprisoned and slid her hand inside the thin cloth of his underwear, gripping his thick shaft and stroking its length; she giggled.

"Woah! That's what I call a 'Precision Lance'!"

Lancelot smiled. He found this side of Evaine cute; she had no air of pretentiousness or arrogance as a noble.

'I loved you more than any other woman in the world, yet you are so late to become mine when reborn...'

His eyes were filled with concern and affection, 'how can I make it up to you?'

"Then shall we go somewhere a little more private?"

She giggled, kissing him as she squeezed her thighs against his hand that rested on her smooth legs; his hand was so hot that the warmth could be felt through the thin fabric. "Why wait when the mood is just right?"

Evaine quickly reached around her back, unclasped the thin straps, and pulled down the thin straps of her summer dress, pulling down the soft cloth as it slipped to her waist, her bare chest now on full display in front of his eyes.

Her body was soft, voluptuous, and squishy as the night wind caressed her warm body, her ample and firm breasts bouncing and jiggling with her every movement, causing his cock to harden further as her abs tightened visibly due to her shame, and Lancelot yearned to enter her warmth.

"If you stare so much, I'm going to think you are a pervert." She giggled with a grin as she stroked his shaft harder.

"Did my body make you this hard and so big? Am I that attractive even with my scars?" Evaine looked a little depressed as her body was littered with various scars.

"What do you mean? I think they make you look more attractive than you already are; they are the marks of your bravery and survival." Lancelot pulled her into his lap and hugged her against his body as he kissed her passionately. "And scars can't erase a beautiful woman's sex appeal; if anything, I like them more. I want to kiss every last one."

She blushed heavily at his compliment as she bit her lip, leaning in closer with her luscious, round, and firm breasts pressing into his chest. "How do I look then?" She said with a giggle, smiling. "Do you want to do me?"

Lancelot's eyes became fixated on her ample breasts. He reached his hands forward, feeling their warmth, their firmness as he began to caress and fondle her ample chest as her breathing grew faster. "Your body is a dream... Your chest is soft and bouncy yet firm. And your skin is smooth like fine silk. I love the way it feels."

Her breathing quickened further as he pinched and squeezed her hard nipples, his other hand moving along her slender body, tracing her spine as he pressed his face between her large breasts, his tongue tasting the sweet sweat as his lips kissed, nibbled, and sucked along their surface, biting softly as he felt her shiver in excitement as she felt a shiver run down her spine, moaning with an erotic voice.

"How about your body?" Evaine pressed her slender body against his muscular chest; her slender hands slowly peeled away the clothes, her delicate hands brushing across his bare skin.

"I think it's amazing." She pressed her lips against his, her tongue wrestling against his, kissing him passionately while she moved her slender body on top of his. "I like it. You feel good. It's perfect. And you have more muscles, and this thick scar is so sexy."

"Thank you," Lancelot responded to her with a smile.

She leaned closer and pressed her bare breasts into his chest while nibbling his neck while he pulled up her buttocks towards him and slipped his hand inside the warm gap between her soft, creamy cheeks, feeling the warmth of her ass and pussy that was dripping wet with her love juice. "You're quite soaked. Is our instructor Evaine a lewd woman?"

"S-s-shut up!" Evaine said while biting her lower lip and blushing bright red in shame as her body burned hot.

Her body was slender, athletic yet curvy; the curvature of her chest and hips was similar to what he remembered, maybe a little more plump right now, while her round ass and long slender legs made her the ideal beauty, one who was far from the cold beauty of Guinevere. Instead, she was soft and warm, welcoming like the summer sun.

"Are you sure you want to take this cock? I've already seduced two women in the academy alone?" He said with a confident smile, as her hand began to slide along his tip, pressing it against herself, as the warmth of both organs mixed like their juices as her body trembled slightly.

He began to tease her entrance, playing with it slightly and enjoying her groans of pleasure and discomfort at the teasing of the massive member against her smaller body as the juices dripped onto the wooden floor, mixing with his pre-cum.

She pressed her face against his, biting his lower lip while her slender hands stroked along the length of his thick shaft while her tongue wrestled with his. "I'm a soldier; I'm not afraid of anything! I won't lose to those girls, even that demon you summoned! If I can make you mine, no one else would ever dare come close to you! Not even Guinevere."

Evaine bit his ear, pulling herself up and sliding onto his thick cock. She let out a long moan as her face contorted with pleasure, biting her lower lip.

'So this is her body when younger...' He felt the warmth and tightness of her body wrapping around his shaft as his fingers moved inside the crease of her buttocks, tracing her back and reaching around her front, feeling her abdomen.

'It is so warm and soft, yet tight...' Lancelot's eyes were fixed on the expressions she made as her mouth hung wide open while her breathing became heavy and fast, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and the slightest discomfort at his girth.

Her mouth opened like a fish out of water, gasping as it slowly pushed deeper inside, her eyes moist and tearing up with drool seeping down the sides of her mouth and dripping onto her round bosom as the veins on his member throbbed from the sensation of her warm and tight pussy wrapped around his shaft, feeling its inner walls contracting and wringing it like a vice as they pressed tightly against it.

"How can your body be so hot?" Evaine could hardly believe her ears, while her pussy burned like it was melting from the warmth and how full she felt, his length still pushing inside her, expanding her tunnel and reaching so deep. "Am I just imagining things? It feels so hot inside my belly! Ah! You are stretching me out! Why is your cock so big?"

Evaine trembled as her hands slid along his strong arms, gripping them as her slender hands struggled to grasp them due to her trembling body.

"H-Ha... who do you think you're fucking! I am f-fine...ha....haa....." She acted tough as the long shaft finally pushed into her depths and squished her soft mound as it was entirely inside.