Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

\'Ah... This must be a dream.\'

Lancelot didn\'t want to linger here despite feeling a sense of ease when he realised it was a dream.

All of a sudden, a sultry voice sounded from beside him.

A female\'s body rustled in the sheets, revealing an alluring creamy thigh that slid under the silk blanket.

"Oh my~ why are you so difficult? Can\'t we enjoy a bit of happiness after our first joint battle?"

"Hmmm?"

He remembered that he was alone at this castle; Evaine was dead, and this voice was too familiar.

\'Morgana...\'

"Why are you in my dream? Can I not get a break?"

"Hmmm?" Her head tilted with a cute smile, fluttering her lashes while peeking at him with her golden eyes.

"I am a succubus... You know we take men\'s vitality. Mostly done during dreams with substitute bodies~ be happy that you are the first man to get my real body!"

Lancelot shook his head, climbing out of bed and feeling a cold sweat down his back.

The chiselled body filled with tight abs and muscles was the new body, not his old one, and he could feel eyes of Morgana gazing at him, almost setting his ass on fire.

"It\'s not that... do you know how attractive your body is to men?"

"You\'re not that naive, so stop. I am not a saint who can endure such a tempting fruit when offered so freely."

"Eh~ are you horny because of my body? Hehehe~ the ultimate compliment for a succubus, you know?"

"Hey, Lancelot~ look, I\'m dressed now!" She said with a serious voice.

Lancelot believed her, turning around because of the blood rushing away from his brain; it was a dream anyway, so why did he need to be embarrassed?

His Lancerod was the biggest in his class, and he was proud.

"Eh?"

The sight that greeted him was one of paradise; if god created a place called Eden, then it existed on his bed.

Her supple thighs gently slid apart, allowing her soft meat to jiggle before clapping together with a sexy sound.

The pretty purple heart-shaped fur above her most pristine garden was neat, puffy and glistening as if to welcome him.

Lancelot slowly moved his gaze reluctantly away from her crotch towards her upper body; this woman\'s sex appeal was far beyond any of the human women he had met and slept with in his past life.

She was divine, a dirty temptress of a goddess, but still a goddess.

Her soft mounds were fluffier than the clouds, her arms pushing them together to amplify her danger to males.

"Am I pretty?"

"Very."

"Am I beautiful?"

"Lovely."

"Am I sexy?"

"Extremely."

"Oh, My~ look how excited Lancelot Jr is... so gallant and powerful!"

"Can I have a taste?" She asked with a tempting voice, her legs spreading as she changed her position, letting her soft mounds sway.

"Nope."

"Eh~ why! It\'s ready to be eaten, and it\'s only a dream... you won\'t die... Maybe."

"Oi!"

"Well~ you\'re not strong enough to sleep with me yet... Forgive big sister, okay? I\'ll kiss it better."

He watched as Morgana\'s divine body moved closer, a slight veil of shadow barely hiding her body the closer she came towards him.

The moment before she reached him.

His dream ended.

Drip!

Drip!

Lancelot\'s eyes opened, greeted with a cold, wet barrow, the water leaking from above splashing on his face causing him to feel cold and sticky.

\'Ugh... what an annoying dream.\'

"Mmm...you...wa...to...put Lancelot Jr in my ass.... no...so bad..."

He could feel a slight weight on his chest; when he looked down, the same divine goddess that gave him the most agonising erection of his life now slept on his body.

Her drool stains his chest.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Nnn...."

\'Well, they did say the Summon Drive affects the Commander\'s abilities and saps their power greatly... She is also abusing her magic over and over...\'

Lancelot decided to let her rest for a few more minutes.

Because they passed the trial, they would be ejected after a certain time, so why rush out.

He already knew several other people who seemed like trash would suddenly rise today because their summoned units were strong or they boasted a powerful recruitment ability to create a strong army.

\'Let\'s see my gains...\'

-> Status <-

Name: Lancelot du Lac (19)

Lord Type: Lancelot (????)

Level: 4

-> Body <-

Health: 100%

Ether: 100%

Summon Drive: 0%

Experience: 3%

-> Attributes <-

Strength: 5

Agility: 6

Stamina: 5

Endurance: 4

Intelligence: 4

Wisdom: 4

Charisma: 10

-> Lancarod <-

Length: 24cm (a great 9 inches)

Girth: 16cm (a good 6 inches)

-> Skills <-

Lancelot School of Dual Swordsmanship - Rank 2

Irregular Defence - Rank 2

Whirlwind Slash - Rank 3

Blade Dance - Rank 2

-> Magic <-

None

-> Troops <-

[Commander (1/1)]

Name: Lady Morgana (Succubus Queen)

Age: "Don\'t ask a lady such a boorish question~ <3."

Rank: F+ (Locked)

Spells: Charm, Mesmerise, Shadow Flare, Shadow bolt

Skills: Whirlwind kick, Raven Claw

Loyalty: Max

Affection: Unknown (Really?)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Current thoughts: "Do you know how sexy you look when you fight like that? Big sister\'s heart almost exploded!"

-

\'Look at that, her stupid thoughts changed again...\'

He was happy to see the growth was not a one-time thing, and his attributes continued to grow, with Strength being prioritised for now.

Lancelot didn\'t know if other stats would gain more.

However, they all grew more than could be said for most lords until their commander reached D-Rank when they started to share power and could improve using their summoned creatures\' racial training manuals.

- Training Manuals are like a special technique that allows monsters, warriors and beasts to improve by following a routine.

Some by killing and battle.

Some by collecting herbs and brewing potions.

Others by having sex with the opposite sex or take part in lewd activities.

The different training manuals were endless, even as obscure as collecting trash from the ground to become a god.

"Mmmm... Lancelot... I won\'t let you die alone this time..." Morgana whispered, her body moving in his chest, grabbing his shirt tightly with a single tear dripping down her cheek before splashing onto his chest.

\'...\'

Lancelot looked towards the roof, his face serious as he planned the future training regime to maximise his growth.

Because he had less than 4 weeks before they went to Avalon for the first time and secured their first piece of territory.

Stroking Morgana\'s silky black and purple hair, he smiled with a bitter look.

\'Don\'t worry; I won\'t let you become lonely, partner.\'