Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Once in the room arranged for him, Lancelot was separated from Maria and Sumika, who would be sleeping together in their rooms...

While he felt a sense of loneliness, there was something he could do now that he had begun doing several times daily.

'Morgana, are you and Nuriel there?'

[Mmmm, of course, we are... Nuriel is angry you didn't take her, though!]

{I am not...}

It had been a while since he used this type of communication, not because he forgot but rather because he suffered pain when his bloodlines were not fully balanced... So, he kept contact to a minimum and now, he spoke to his wives often.

But it seemed that Caladbolg and the others couldn't hear each other.

'You know what I want to do, right, Morgana? I am going to return to Avalon and enter the training room we built in the basement of our citadel.'

[Of course, you want me to cast my charming and mesmerising gaze on you like when we first met, right... like you did after dinner and during breakfast... Then you will have Nuriel cast slow and gravity magic on you, too, right?]

{...}

'Ah... I want to be stronger and never stop improving, and now my body is that of a dragon, demon and angel. I can improve by this kind of abuse instead of my human body crumbling to pieces!'

[Fool... it's only thanks to your humanity that this works... No other demon, dragon, or angel would train this way... you are so...]

{Wonderful... Master!}

[!!!]

Morgana and Nuriel then seemed to start arguing as he made preparations for him to seem like he was sleeping, a special magic used by the fairies and his ability as fairy king to make a pillow seem to be him; just a touch would dispel it, though.

—Will you force me to fight you again by taking my humanoid appearance?

"Ah... do you have a problem?"

He knew what made her so reluctant to do so, and it was because her strength as an unholy sword was far above his power as a demon king, and thus, she would gradually cause more and more wounds due to the gravity and Morgana's spells not affecting her...

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—Then... the usual if you start to bleed heavily and are near death... we stop!

"Of course, my cute little Caladbolg."

If Merlin or Sebastian knew that the little lord they were putting their cards on in the tournament that starts in fifteen days... and with ten days travel, they would probably cut their own heads off...

Because each duel with the unholy sword could leave a normal warrior with wounds for a month or more! Yet Lancelot was fighting her three times a day.

Slowly, he was teleported to Avalon with a blue light illuminating his body; when he opened his eyes in a dark space... it was much like the training area in his apartment in the empire... but twice the size and the pillars were four times thick and pitch black.

These pillars can take his full-powered Caladbolg slash that obliterated the Necromancer Lord. It meant he could train until his body was half destroyed.

"You are here, husband..."

"Master... you are already naked!?" Nuriel blushed as he wore only a tight-fitting pair of black shorts due to how sweaty and nasty things got after they started.

His body was muscular, toned and tanned, making him look like an idol, while Nuriel drooled as Morgana appeared with a smile. "Well, Husband... shall we begin?"

Lancelot smiled widely. "Let's go!"

BOOOOOOM!

Caladbolg slashed forth, releasing a sonic boom as Lancelot blocked with his bare fist... just the shockwave from her appearance caused them to feel intense power... she was a divine-level evil god in the form of a weapon, after all...

Pink hair tied in twin tails... silvery black horns... black sclera, golden pupils... no iris, and a sexy... body with a charm that could thwart a succubus empress...

They didn't start combat immediately, as first, they would greet each other... Lancelot's eyes fixated on her pale, purple body... her breasts larger than Morgana's, her slim waist, curvy hips... and most importantly, her alluring womanly chasm, with a fluffy pink bush, hiding her seductive slit and puffy mound...

Lancelot's mouth watered; he wanted to devour her... but he knew that once he tried, she would devour him first... he was not at the level to accept her as a woman and could barely hold her as a sword!

Nuriel pouted unhappily as she always felt inferior to this woman... her chest racing as the woman's long, devilish fingers slipped along his chest... her sharp nails pressing down his muscles as Kara's long purple tongue licked her lips... this greeting was Kara's way of showing affection and her ownership of him... her body was voluptuous with big boobs and fat thighs...

"Why are my breasts so small... divine lady...?" Nuriel doubted her faith.... She had prayed to goddesses for bigger breasts, yet no answer came but a scoff... and laughter!

Kara chuckled. "Divine lady? Haha... Nuriel... I am an evil god... how about you worship me and get these amazing...

soft... squishy... and elastic tits? There's nothing divine about me, but our little Lancelot's cock is so hard for me ufu."

Nuriel blushed; her master Lancelot accepted an Evil God into his service... it was blasphemy in the church, but Nuriel didn't care anymore; she wanted to be beside him... and the offer almost tempted her...

"Nuriel, I love you just the way you are." He smiled, looking back, while holding a black sword... his eyes caused her heart to palpitate.... shimmering gold after breaking the charm spell of Kara.

"Boo~ so boring!"

"Kara, I promised you a reward... There are fifteen days till I face Lancelot again. Please... Let me become a wielder worthy of holding you proudly!"

Listening to his stern words caused Morgana to smirk, because the evil goddess... the mighty devil sword, was blushing... her face bright red as she turned away and quickly rushed to the starting zone.

Kara only muttered to herself, "You are the only wielder for me... why are you so cool suddenly... Idiot..."

Nuriel was stunned... her master Lancelot had tamed a mighty evil god... a sword that should be worshipped as a deity...

Meanwhile, Morgana giggled as she floated alongside him... "Husband... she likes you, ufu..."

Lancelot laughed loudly. "She is a tsun-tsun, right?"

Morgana's eyes narrowed dangerously... "Be careful if you want to make her into your sword sheath... You need to become stronger, or she might drain you dry... I will help if you truly want her..." Leaning closer, her voice became lower, more gentle as she kissed his ear, "Same with Nuriel... you want her, and I will help. Anything for you, my dear."

Lancelot blushed... Morgana's kindness made him fall for her...

"Thanks, Morgana... I promise to work hard and get stronger so we can enjoy a quiet life together in the future."

Morgana licked her lips happily, "Ufu... anything for you, husband..."

Suddenly, Kara shouted impatiently. "COME ON... OR I WILL SLICE YOU UP!!"

"Coming!"

⁜ Mesmerising Gaze!

⁜ Charming Glance!

⁜ Gravity Level 3!

Three spells were cast on Lancelot's body, increasing his gravity weight by three times... His muscles bulged, and veins popped as he struggled to stand. Morgana smiled teasingly as she kissed his cheek gently. "Ufu... don't die, husband..."

Lancelot gritted his teeth; the pressure was immense... 'Shit! This isn't fun anymore...'

Even if his resistance reduced the effects, it still hurt like hell... as Morgana's charming whisper caused his eyes to glow brightly.

"Fight your hardest, train until you drop, give you all for me, my king!" Her charm and mesmerising skills caused him to use more than double his usual efforts.

"SHITTTT!" Lancelot roared as Caladbolg charged forward... her speed was fast, and he was forced to dodge... each attack caused a sonic boom to appear as his body flashed and flickered, appearing around her, countering with punches and kicks...

Each movement caused his muscles to burn and ache... his bones cracking... yet he continued...

Blood dripped from his mouth; he knew his organs were bleeding... his skin was sliced, and his fists bruised... 'Shit... this hurts so much... I want to fuck Morgana and Kara! until they vomit my sperm!'

Holding his black sword, he shot forward, vanishing like a gale of wind, shooting at Kara.

Caladbolg smirked, enjoyed training with Lancelot, admired his courage and determination, his eyes burning fiercely... causing her heart to race faster... 'Idiot... focus on dodging me... don't waste energy attacking...'

Their battle lasted hours... Morgana cheering Lancelot on, healing his injuries and Nuriel adding more gravitational pressure...

Lancelot's mind was numb... he knew his body was close to collapsing... 'Shit... I am almost there... a little more... I need to become stronger...

ah...!?'

Black flames covered his body as Kara frowned... "Idiot... you are pushing yourself too far... stop!"

Morgana also frowned... "Husband... stop now..."

However, Lancelot stood before them completely healed; he had used the power of Caladbolg to absorb the magic from the area... to heal his body... the moment Kara saw this... she knew...

This man was her only master, from the moment she was created from a strange birth... this man was her destined man, wielder and husband.

"He is the Blinding light that mother spoke of... the one that would never wither or fade... and always find me in the darkness...?"

She turned to Morgana with a change in her eyes, not just the feral glow of an evil god. "Please, Morgana, lend your husband to me... and supply this place with all the Ether you can for the next fifteen days when we are training...! For now, 8 hours will do. I beg you."

It was the first time... that Morgana had been asked so humbly by Kara, and she didn't even bat an eyelid, and instantly, a huge ocean of ether poured from the storage.

"Make him the strongest sword that exists in all universes! Otherwise, I will break you in two." Morgana watched with glowing eyes... she felt the same joy and delight as Lancelot and Kara, her heart racing, and the little girl in her womb was also dancing inside her with joy...

"Show our little girl how amazing her papa is."

As for Nuriel... she felt strange... looking at Lancelot... she felt like for a moment she was looking at a divine lord... one of the gods above... as her heart trembled, she recast her spell and rushed out of the room, unable to breathe with how intense her shock was when he began to absorb the ether...

"Master..."

"Master....!"

As if enchanted, with pink cheeks stained with lust... the Seraphim vanished into the night... her sweet and sour scent of arousal lingering for several moments...