Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot left Evaine because of her strange adorable attitude and worried that someone might see them together and make rumours in the Academy.

Although it wasn't illegal or wrong, the student and teacher would still be treated with some scorn due to it becoming accepted only recently.

'Not to mention her title as the Iron Woman would crumble overnight.'

"Haha..."

'Morgana?'

[...]

He smiled wryly before stepping out of sight and leaned against a wall before he slipped into the wall with a blue magical essence scattering as Lancelot vanished.

There were only two reasons Morgana would ignore his call.

'She's either fighting against a raid right now.'

'Or jealous because of who I spent the night with...'

Lancelot opened his eyes; the new black and red throne inside the citadel of Camelot was stunning.

When he appeared, it seemed twelve maids greeted him, with eight succubi and four frost hares.

'No... there are four celestial maidens too!'

"Sixteen maids? No... with their weapons and armour under the sexy outfits... Are these beautiful women my guard?"

A tall angel with four wings, likely a rare spawn as the others only two-stepped before him before she kneeled towards him with a serene atmosphere.

On either side were the two succubus heroes in similar outfits but opposite colours.

The succubi wore a mainly black French maid outfit with small parts white and a very short skirt that fluttered with their tails movements.

While the angels wore a mainly white maid outfit with the small parts and details being black with a mid-length skirt.

'Come to think of it... I know Lusia and Vellan, but who is this beautiful angel with silver hair and golden eyes?'

"My King."

The graceful angelic voice from her soft pink lips echoed with the soothing timbre of a professional choir singing praise to his name.

"I am Lumiel, captain of Your Highness' Royal Guard."

'Oh, a cute name. I guess angels have similar names, Nuriel, Samael, Lumiel.'

Lancelot leaned back and noticed that the two succubus heroes were pulling faces behind her back, which was quite amusing.

It seemed that the races he commanded were quite amusing.

'That reminds me to work on improving the territory... We need to find a place with lots of metal and stone.'

'...and invade them.'

For now, he didn't want to ally with anyone other than human Lords. Rena and Guinevere were enough for now in the demon kingdoms.

"Then what might your duties be, Lumiel?"

Lancelot worried that Morgana and Nuriel gave them strange orders to change his opinion or make him more likely to go to the other side because of their support.

"My Lord! We are to support you when needed, offer protection and create discreet areas when His Highness might need them..."

The angel's face showed a strange tint of red upon the last words.

She turned away, avoiding Lancelot's gaze with trembling golden eyes and fluttering white wings.

'So even the mighty angels get embarrassed?'

⟪Of course we do, My King!? Especially when our master likes to fornicate with demons in the open!⟫

'Oh, Nuriel! Nice to hear your sexy voice first thing.'

He smirked at both of their reactions; even the seraph's voice was tinged with shame and another emotion that made him almost laugh out loud.

"Good, that sounds like a wonderful Royal Guard."

Lancelot knew there was likely more, but he didn't mind the short and sweet version...

"A-Ah... T-That... My King, there is another; w-we are to serve as our King's night companion should you ask..."

'This girl... I wonder if it was Morgana that gave this order. So stupid.'

Lumiel's face was bright red, her wings fluttering; all the celestial women seemed to have pink cheeks and restless wings.

Maybe it was due to their sense of innocence being stronger than normal, but their eyes that looked at Lancelot differed from the slightly cold and emotionless angels training in the yard, taking on several Frost Hares each.

Lancelot stepped down from his throne with several black marble steps leading to a silvery white stone floor with a marble finish.

With each step, the tap of his black scale boots resounded before reaching the kneeling Lumiel and reaching out to her.

His large hand was slightly rough from the amount of sword practice and training he did. He slipped it across her cheek and under her chin, placing his thumb at the tip while stroking her cheek with his long fingers.

"Lumiel, I will not force any of you into completing that final order. Only if you want to be held should you accept it."

"Ah...!?"

The angel's body seemed to tremble from his touch; he was pouring his Ether into her body, causing a blissful feeling of pleasure to assault her senses.

Lancelot's throne was filled with Ether, just waiting for him to distribute it to everyone, but he was giving Lumiel hers right now.

Enjoying every moment of her body convulsing with unsightly moans from those divine lips, her lower body spasmed as she left a sticky stain on his white floor.

'It's really fun when I do this to an angel directly, so adorable as she tries to fight the pleasure...'

He leaned close to her ear.

"O' Lumiel, captain of my royal guard. Do not endure your orgasm before your fellow sisters. Let it flow."

"Do not resist. Accept the pleasure!"

His whispers were like a devil as her body trembled, her golden eyes widening as she gasped, covering her mouth, but the erotic moan was already delivered as her fell angels were bright red, and the succubi seemed to have let off some steam.

The Frost Hares... Those girls were always a bit horny, so they stood pretty much naked with eager eyes.

"Now then. I ask you all as my Royal Guard."

Lancelot looked at them with a smirk before releasing his hand from the angel, who crumpled to the floor, convulsing with sweet whimpers as her lower body became a mess.

Nevertheless, her golden eyes shone bright, illuminated like never before.

[...]

"Would you all like to receive your Ether normally or like Lumiel here?"

"Those who wish to receive the same treatment as your captain and become her sister, then come stand behind Lusia and Vellan."

He didn't need to wait long as almost all of the fifteen girls rushed to the centre, almost fighting for the chance to receive Ether directly.

Giving it directly seemed slower, but the women gained more benefits than the mass-released Ether, which didn't grant them as many benefits.

'Since troops are linked to my level, the Ether gained isn't related to that but their Grade.'

Lancelot had tested this since the moment he became a Lord.

Marimo was given her Ether directly every time, and now she was a Rank-C+, but Ikumi, who received only the mass-produced Ether, was only Rank-E+ despite starting at a higher rank.

'This will be my method of rewarding in the future. Morgana, Nuriel, Marimo and Ikumi make sure everyone knows.'

'The more they work hard, the more pure the Ether they will be granted.'

{Yes, Master. Marimo will do so right now!}

{I will help you}

Ignoring the strange voice of Ikumi that seemed more serious and less childish for the moment, he continued with his plan.

He looked at both the heroes of the succubus tribe he accepted. Lancelot saw they seemed frustrated, likely due to their natural enemy and counter being part of his army.

Or it could be the pleasure they watched said enemy enjoy while they got nothing.

Lancelot didn't know or care.

"Come, Sia, Vel."

He just opened his arms and beckoned them to come to him.

The two acted coy, looking away before, a moment later, they darted into his embrace, both hugging him tightly.

'Yes, I know. Since you were brought here, I haven't spared any time for either of you. Forgive me.'

The feeling and thoughts he infused into his Ether began to pour into their bodies, causing Lusia's back to arch while Vellan tightly gripped his chest, biting him with her sharp fangs and letting her drool spill down his shirt.

"Ah... look at Lady Vellan!?"

"Oh my... did the succubus hero Lusia climax instantly! Haha," an angel with black hair mocked before getting pushed by a succubus.

"Hmph... it just shows that our master loves the dark, sexy meat of a succubus more!"

[Lancelot]

As he was focused on letting the two succubi enjoy a blissful moment, the ever-elusive self-proclaimed true wife finally responded.

'What's the matter, Morgana?'

[Did you have a good time with Evaine?]

There was no doubt from her tone that it was the usual Morgana, but Lancelot seemed to have grown more skilled with women and knew there WAS something wrong.

Not pain or worry...

'It was good, but cannot compare to the nights I share with you.'

[....]

[Liar]

[We've never done it for real anyway]

It was something Lancelot never brought up because it seemed like a sore spot for Morgana when it was his fault for being so slow at improving.

He was an incubus with the royal bloodline but was like an infant compared to her.

Morgana was a fully matured and grown Queen that would drain a normal male with a few seconds of her fingers touching them.

Lancelot might survive a few minutes, maybe half an hour? But if you changed that to intercourse, he would die within a few minutes.

'That's why she made me drink that demonic black dragon's bloodline, huh...'

She was impatient with all the women surrounding him, especially how he was now allied with a Demon Queen, and both Evaine and Guinevere became his women.

Her voice didn't sound as he released the bodies of both succubi gently, one of them making a slight mess as she looked entranced.

As he began to grant his Royal Guard their reward for serving...

Morgana replied.

[Lancelot, If you cannot hold me in a month. I will terminate our contract]

This was when he realised the intense level of Morgana's jealousy and insecurity reached its limits.

Surrounded by the purring and moans of his Royal Guard, Lancelot closed his eyes and looked up to the bright throne roof, where an incredible painting of his Dominus form flew in the skies with Morgana at his side.

'Morgana, I'll do it in a week.'