Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Marimo seemed more extreme than usual, causing Lancelot, sitting on a black chair a few steps away, to smirk, his body sinking into the soft leather as he leaned back, both wom looking at him with differt looks.

One looked for help, eyes filled with embarrassmt and frustration.

The other a look of pride and vibrance.

\'Who is making Marimo so competitive and fierce?\'

He didn\'t want to scold her as she didn\'t go too far but somehow felt that she needed a light punishmt or something that let her relax.

The room was quite cosy, although he replaced the tatami floor in the main throne with the cold black marble that he joyed. The rest of the mansion was beautiful, with wood walls with sliding doors beautifully painted with images of chanting scery.

"Marimo, that\'s ough. Come here, don\'t bully her too much."

Lancelot tapped his thigh as Marimo looked at him with a strange face, taking a momt to realise he meant for her to sit there. Oping her mouth wide, she kicked Tyr away and hopped onto his lap. Her soft ass was more cushioning than the expsive leather seat as he felt her warmth and squishy flesh along his thigh.

"Why are you so forceful to Tyr? Did she do something to upset you?"

His fingers began to stroke her soft, creamy cheek, the silky ure. Allowing his fingers to slip past her smooth cheeks to the glossy black hair

behind them, combing through them slowly before moving down to her nape. Lancelot found Marimo irresistible as he couldn\'t stop touching her no matter how much he tried.

"No, Morgana said she wanted to hurt you so..." The face of Marimo turned red as her hips quivered; it seemed she liked her face and hair being stroked. "Did Marimo do something wrong?"

Her lips trembled, expecting some punishmt as Lancelot smiled gtly, his fingers stroking her chin while his thumb brushed her plump cherry lips.

"You did nothing wrong, Marimo. You have to be gtle with Tyr. She has feelings like us, okay?"

"Hmph, Marimo doesn\'t care what happs to that lizard!" Turning her head away from his touch with flushed cheeks, Marimo refused to meet his gaze as if embarrassed by something.

\'This girl is suddly jealous of Tyr? Marimo, don\'t be too cute, or I\'ll eat you up here.\'

"I see," He nodded his head with a faint smile, glancing at Tyr, who was acting pathetic on the floor and looking at him with wet eyes. "Th, Tyr will stay with us from now on, so take good care of her, Marimo," Lancelot whispered into Marimo\'s ear as she froze, turning her head a with a dumbfounded expression.

"What!? But Master, Marimo only wants you... Not that lizard... Marimo only wants you..."

Her voice dropped, sounding rather depressed, a little crazed and sulking, as Lancelot chuckled softly, pecking her glossy hair.

"Marimo is so greedy—Tyr is strong and will make you able to stay by my side no matter where the battle is. Do you not want to protect me, Marimo?" Lancelot acted pitiful, looking at Marimo with puppy eyes, knowing she could never reject anything he asked with those eyes.

"... Fine! Marimo will take care of Tyr because Master asks her to, but only th... Hmph!"

"Good Girl, Marimo, you\'re so adorable~" His lips kissed her forehead as Marimo\'s face blushed red, leaning forward, burying her face into his chest while Lancelot glanced at Tyr, who looked at them with teary eyes.

\'Sorry, Tyr, but you must become a mount for a while...\'

"Now th, Tyr, come here. Let\'s remove your gear." Lancelot waved his finger at her as she crawled towards him like an obedit pet. Removing her muzzle, he could hear her breathing heavily, feeling her warm breath on his palm while Marimo glared at her fiercely, almost wanting to bite her head off.

\'Calm down, Marimo, or I\'ll punish you later.\'

"How about you let me go? Th we can fertilise my eggs and make a huge roost of whelps." Tyr\'s gold eyes shimmered as her face brushed against Lancelot\'s hand. Since she lost to him, now was the time to find a way to secure a greater role—otherwise, the woman beside him might bully her forever.

"Hmm~ Marimo, Tyr wants to fertilise her eggs. What do you think?" Lancelot patted Marimo\'s head as she frowned, narrowing her beautiful aquamarine eyes into slits.

"Master, Marimo doesn\'t want this lizard near you... She leaks herself wh near you and smells bad..." Marimo complained as Tyr frowned, looking at her with a ferocious glare.

"You-!" Tyr oped her maw, about to say something, until Lancelot placed the muzzle back on her snout, shaking his head.

"Marimo, be nice—or else I\'ll leave you alone tonight." His fingers stroked Marimo\'s nape as her eyes wided, her hips quivering while looking at him with disbelief.

"Master... Marimo didn\'t do anything wrong... Why would you leave Marimo alone..." Tears formed in her eyes as Lancelot smiled wryly, kissing her tears away, tasting a salty flavour.

\'This girl is really easy to manipulate, but I feel kind of guilty... Or maybe it\'s her manipulating me?\'

"Th behave—both of you," Lancelot sighed, kissing Marimo\'s forehead again as she nodded like a child, smiling happily as Tyr watched viously, her body trembling slightly.

"Master, Marimo promises to behave... Can Marimo sleep with Master tonight, th...?" She mumbled shyly, biting his shirt sleeve as Lancelot nodded, brushing her cheek lovingly.

"Hmmm... Can you sleep without trying anything?" He teased while thinking how to make Tyr truly submit once Marimo left.

"Mhmmm! Marimo won\'t try anything, promise... Marimo will sleep quietly next to Master..." Marimo nodded excitedly, her hips rubbing his thighs, causing Lancelot to feel something warm and slightly wet betwe her legs—it seemed she had become horny.

\'Your body gives you no credibility, Marimo...\'

Since things were finished, he tapped her bubbly ass, joying the slight jiggle, before whispering in Marimo\'s ear, "Now you go and help Sumika and the other girls fix the village, okay? I have to speak with Tyr alone." Lancelot pushed Marimo off his lap as she reluctantly nodded, kissing his cheek and glaring at Tyr with hatred before leaving the room.

\'I wonder why Marimo hates Tyr so much...\' Lancelot wondered as Tyr crawled closer, looking at him with desperate eyes.

"So, Master, shall we fertilise my eggs?" She rubbed her scaly body against his legs, her eyes shimmering brightly as Lancelot smirked, stroking her scales.

"Not yet—there are conditions."

"Conditions...?" Tyr tilted her head as he nodded, pushing her away and standing up from his chair.

"Yes, first, you obey all my commands—second, you will protect and serve Marimo as her mount—and third, you cannot tell Marimo about our deal," Lancelot stated the conditions, his gaze landing on Tyr, whose eyes trembled with uncertainty and anger.

"Those conditions... That gre woman will bully me dlessly... I refuse such ridiculous conditions." Tyr shook her head as Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, walking towards the door.

"Fine—th you can fertilise your eggs alone," He replied indiffertly, hearing Tyr crawl towards him hastily, grabbing his ankle with her paws.

"W-wait, Master, please don\'t leave me alone! I accept your conditions—please fertilise my eggs... Please~" Tyr begged, rubbing her head against his leg as Lancelot smiled faintly, stroking her head.

"Do you have no pride? What is it with you and the eggs? Can you not

have them later?" Lancelot questioned curiously as Tyr shook her head.

"Dragons lay their eggs every hundred years—if I fail to fertilise them this time, they will wither and die." Tyr\'s gold eyes trembled, staring at him desperately as Lancelot frowned—he wondered why the females had to stick to some stupid rule, or maybe his sperm would be the same and take a long time to impregnate his wom...

\'No, because I am part incubus, and that allows me to choose whether they get pregnant with complete accuracy.\' Lancelot concluded, patting Tyr\'s head as she closed her eyes, joying his touch.

"Fine, I will fertilise your eggs—but in exchange, you follow my conditions, or I\'ll abandon you." Lancelot agreed, watching Tyr repeatedly nod, licking his fingers with her tongue.

"Thank you, Master... Tyr is grateful." Tyr thanked him gratefully as Lancelot knelt before her, caressing her scaly neck.

"However, you will drink this first."

Lancelot pulled out a pink potion—this would stop Tyr from attacking him and his troops, but only as long as they didn\'t piss her off or attack her. It didn\'t limit her freedom but would stop any outbursts of aggression, which could be disastrous with her black flames. It was more of a strong, calming drink than anything special.

"What is that...? Tyr refuses to drink something suspicious made by humans." Tyr stared at the potion with distrust as Lancelot sighed, oping the bottle and drinking a sip before offering the rest to Tyr.

"It\'s just a potion to calm you down—it will sure you don\'t attack me or my people." Lancelot offered the potion to Tyr, who hesitantly grabbed the bottle with her maw, tilting her head back and emptying the pink liquid down her gullet.

"There—satisfied? Now fertilise Tyr\'s eggs~" Tyr licked her lips clean, dropping the bottle before Lancelot as he grabbed it, placing it inside his storage ring.

"Wh did I say I would do that now? How long until you need to fertilise them?" Lancelot had no feelings to sleep with this woman now nor fertilise her eggs. He would no longer stick his dick in random wom, especially after Ra. However, since Marimo gave him no choice, Tyr became his excuse to keep her happy.

\'Although fertilising her eggs might create a connection, allowing me to tame Tyr easily if things get risky... I would rather take it slowly. Otherwise, I would evtually become a monster who uses ev my childr as tools.\' Lancelot sighed bitterly as Tyr remained silt, her eyes gazing at his crotch as Lancelot awkwardly coughed.

"Well, Tyr? Wh do you need to fertilise your eggs?" Lancelot repeated the question as Tyr snapped out of her trance, blinking her gold eyes innoctly.

"In two months—at most, Master must fuck Tyr every day in two months, or she dies~" Tyr grinned widely as Lancelot sighed helplessly—maybe he should sleep with Tyr or wait to gain something...

"Two months, huh?" Lancelot muttered quietly, his fingers tapping his chin thoughtfully as Tyr patitly waited with expectation, her body quivering with excitemt.

"Th for two months—follow my commands, protect Marimo, and never reveal our deal to Marimo or anyone, understand?" He patted Tyr\'s head as she nodded.

"Tyr understands—she obeys Master~" Tyr purred satisfactorily as Lancelot sighed, waving his hands, dismissing her to do whatever dragons do. "Hehe~ it\'s a dragon\'s promise!" The next momt after her words, a strange tattoo began to form on her chest, and the same for Lancelot... Her was black and his pink.

"What\'s this?" He asked her, confused.

"Oh, It\'s a dragon bond—every promise we make will appear on both\'s bodies, and once brok, that person dies so that Master can relax~ Tyr promises she won\'t break this bond nor tell others~" She explained as Lancelot stroked his chest where the pink mark appeared. It felt like it seeped into his skin and linked with his soul.

\'It feels creepy and a bit extreme, but since it means she cannot harm, I\'ll let her be free.\' Lancelot thought.

"Th leave—take care of the nearby woods—we might clear a place to expand this village or build something else." Lancelot dismissed Tyr as she nodded, crawling towards the window and jumping outside as Lancelot followed her movemt curiously.

\'Is she flying or jumping a...\' Lancelot peeked through the op window as Tyr stood majestically in the forest\'s dse trees before hopping, disappearing as his gaze fell on the distant human city barely visible ev to his eyes.

\'Maybe I should prepare someone to gather intelligce. I should speak with Sumika or her troops. Maybe she knows a good person to sd undercover...\' Lancelot pondered over many things before finally leaving the mansion and looking for Marimo.