Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot was sitting on a smooth sofa, the leather surface clinging to his skin as he slid his hand across the arm, enjoying how cool and comfy it felt.

"Maria, come sit here." His voice reverberated in the air, the scent of lemon and vanilla filling the air from the lovely flowers in the centre of the room, arranged in a black clay pot on the dark red wooden table.

"Mm..." Maria's face matched the table as she skipped over, sitting beside him, almost too shy to look at his face directly, feeling that he had become different only a day apart...

"What's the matter?" The deep tone tickled her ear, like silk strands caressing her body to make her tremble.

In the past, Lancelot's bloodlines were like enemies fighting for supremacy, which caused each of their specialities to be dampened and less impactful. Yet now, because his human bloodline acted like a glue or bond for the three bloodlines, they flowed together in a unified manner.

"N-Nothing..." She was like a mouse, caught by a tiger as she became quiet like in the classroom, her fingers rubbing together while glancing at his figure peeking from the corner of her vision.

Maria was so nervous and disturbed because.

His incubus bloodline now bordered, evolving into something beyond emperor class as the black dragon emperor's blood improved it due to the two sharing a similar style and focus.

Then his final bloodline forming golden dots and sparkles within the dark red blood was the complete opposite and before caused him terrible pain when exerting either of the dark bloodlines.

So before Lancelot was a horrible mixture of bloodlines that hampered each other, thanks to the way human bloodlines were adaptable and able to accept almost any bloodline, even his divine blood no longer rejected the profane, instead supporting them bolstering the weak parts of his old self.

As a result, his body was now close to a demigod among men, a charm rivalling a true god and a voice that could make a mermaid or siren squirt in ecstasy.

"Phew... I am really tired, haha. It feels like each day has become a truly exhausting battle."

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"Do you need to rest?" Maria's eyes were concerned as she seemed to overcome her nerves and turned to face him.

"Rest sounds good..." He leaned over and pulled Maria's shoulder before she fell into his lap, a small bounce as her warmth and minted scent filled his nose, the soft feeling of her cheeks better than the most divine silk or soft cotton. "Then... let's rest together."

"Ahh... Mm... so warm, hehe."

'Finally, she seems less apprehensive towards me... My charm is a problem; let's use this time to work on controlling it; otherwise, I'll be raped by crazy women in the normal world or monsters and demon girls that enjoy those things...'

Closing his eyes, he felt the cooling breeze from the little snow fairy on his lap, wondering how she felt as he stroked her soft blue hair, twirling her glossy locks around his fingertips.

"For now... don't think of fighting... you can just enjoy the feeling of my body..." Maria whispered a voice like hiding from a murderer in a horror movie, chirping before she twisted her body and peered into his eyes, the back of her head lying on his lap.

"Such a lovely fairy—what if I fall for your temptations? Look at your soft cheeks, silky smooth with lovely curves leading to your squishy red lips..." Lancelot's finger traced along her face, admiring the beauty of her well-formed cheeks and eyes, the large blue orbs sparkling with a neon blue light as her body pulsed with magic due to her feelings.

"Hehe... then fall for me and pamper me more."

Maria was like a breath of cold, refreshing air for Lancelot as he knew outside Tyr, Miriam, and Tiamat were preparing for the coming battle.

His nerves and worries were all dispelled by this charming woman who kissed his fingertip gingerly as if worried he might melt.

"Maria?"

"Nn?"

"When we return, I want to visit your family." A stern voice, out of nowhere, as if to tell Maria there was no choice and this wasn't a discussion, as her eyes snapped open and she stirred on his lap, a little shocked.

"W-Why!? my father..." A soft, vibrant chirp filled with her honest worry about being rejected or abandoned because of her racist and horrible father.

"I want to inform them that their daughter will marry into the Du Lac House."

Maria froze as if she suddenly lost all her fairy properties related to ice, trembling for a moment before remaining still.

She never imagined that he would take the words of Melodica seriously.

Maria believed this marriage was only during their time in Avalon and was just Lancelot putting up with Melodica's games, becoming daring enough to fight her fears to even lay on his lap.

"Ah.... that?"

"Haha. You look so cute when you are speechless. Did you think I would let such a cute fairy go once I saw how beautiful and adorable you were?"

Lancelot lifted her body, holding her hips with his left arm as the smooth curves and silky feeling of her skin were pleasant to the touch—wrapping his large hand around her waist and grasping her soft flesh as she released a cute gasp while looking into his eyes.

"Lancelot?"

"Maria, I want you to be mine in both worlds."

"It's embarrassing..." Her face lowered, turning her eyes away despite them beaming with delight, and her soft blue skin now tinged red as his hands pressed their bodies together.

"I can't lie...."

Lancelot, while teasing Maria, began exploring her petite, beautiful body, making her heart race and soft squeaks escape her plump lips that begged him to press his tongue against them.

"Ahnnnnmm! Not there! Lancelot!?" Her wings fluttering faster, kicking and struggling, she eventually melted in his embrace, cuddling his shoulders and tilting her neck as their tongues embraced.

For Maria, it wasn't their first kiss, but this felt magical... a world of difference from the past kiss as she closed her eyes and immersed herself in this dream of passion and delight, the slight creak of the sofa and the warm taste of his sweet caramel-esk saliva, allowing her mind to imagine an endless night of wild love.

After a moment apart, Maria gasped for breath as drool trickled down her lip, her bright cheeks reflecting the lights illuminating her innocence. "I accept..."

'Honestly... Maria makes me feel relaxed, and I want to protect her. But I guess that isn't enough to choose a wife...'

Lancelot's thoughts turned dark and sombre—he only needed a moment to remove her cute clothing, showing him her pink nubs and accepted the dark and obscene thoughts he kept holding back, 'I want to ravish her, make her cry out in pleasure and become stained in my colours... the pure girl begging for me to take her.'

Lancelot swallowed as his incubus heritage overwhelmed, a sliver of the unique traits beginning to seep out, unable to hide his expression, a devilish smile as her shivering made his desires feel they would explode—Maria looking up with longing yet curious, an untainted and unsullied virgin whose eyes contained the hint of unease due to him changing.

Maria felt her inner thoughts rising, a primordial lust beginning to overpower her nature, falling into a deluded trance that she wanted to be devoured and embrace his warmth. "My body feels so hot... Lancelot...."

As if addicted to the taste of his lips, she kissed him again. Maria was captivated like a moth flying towards a campfire.

Lancelot's exotic and exciting features overwhelmed her as their lips locked, her delicate tongue licking his sweet mouth.

Their passionate kiss didn't end, not even as his left hand twisted, embracing her petite waist, as she became intoxicated on the incubi's saliva, making her body sensitive and calm; each time his fingers brushed her skin, a jolt of pleasure and euphoria spreading through her limbs.

"Such a cute fairy, I seem to have caught in my web. Haha... you're ever so wet, Maria."

Lancelot licked his lower lips, his index finger brushing against her thin underwear, the black cloth sticky and warm as fluids already moistened her mound and inner thighs.

A shocking transformation from her gentle nature as she began to pant from his touch, both of her soft hands holding his arm and pushing his against her like a lewd woman.

"It's... your fault; the kiss and touch make me feel warm and fluffy..." Maria's bright, icy blue pupils turned watery with the look of a young rabbit that feared its hunter yet craved his affection and loving gaze.

"How could it be me? I'm just sitting here, admiring and stroking your wings... and your soft, wet..."He leaned forward, whispering the last word in the most seductive voice.

As the vibrations of his fingers rubbing against her soft bud and obscene words in her ears, she began to tremble in his arms, almost gasping for air, like a drowning butterfly in a dark swamp.

The fairy reached her first climax from just a whisper and gentle stroke.