Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Huge lances of ice rained down on the goblin fortress, making them panic as screams echoed from goblins killed by icy missiles that crashed against the hard fortifications, shattering but dealing heavy damage against goblin flesh due to their sharp points and freezing temperatures.

Hobgoblins roared and charged outside, only to witness dozens of hares falling from above holding spears and shields landing on the poor goblins, crushing them with their thick legs filled with thick, powerful muscles, using them to break their falls from the trees before lunging forward.

Following this wave, arrows fired from above pierced hobgoblins, causing them to fall forwards with arrows pincushioning them as hares moved around the battlefield like ghosts, using the trees to jump between vantage points, shooting volleys of icy darts covered in a chilly aura that froze wounds and arrows that tore apart their flesh causing hobgoblins to slow down.

The melee frost hares stabbed their spears through the goblins, breaking bones as the spears shattered upon impact before withdrawing quickly. They pivoted on their feet to change positions while leaving bloody gouges as they circled the confused goblin fortifications like sharks.

Within twenty minutes of the relentless assault, nothing moved in the Goblin Fortification as Ikumi landed proudly with Vema and Zirrel hopping behind.

Every hare cheered loudly as Ikumi looked back proudly and pointed towards Sherwood.

"Hehe, everyone, let's take a break. The stinky goblin food is probably nasty or poisoned, so don't touch it! We only have one more to go, and Master will surely praise us!"

All cheered, raising their spears happily before they cleaned up corpses into neat piles, burned anything dangerous with fire, and took all the loot and resources stored inside the crude fortifications.

'Why do I feel my sisters have become like vicious bandits...' Ikumi thought to herself, eating some sweet jerky with a barbecue marinade that Lancelot taught the cooks how to make; it was the most loved snack of the frost hares because he taught them.

Her teeth were more like a ravenous wolf than a gentle hare at this point; while watching Vema and Zirrel now naked after bathing in a small bath created with water magic and some fire, it reminded her of when Marimo first met Lancelot and didn't hide her crotch...

'Should I tempt master this way? Or, would he reject Ikumi?' -official

She looked down at her body; no longer wearing armour, her breasts began to grow after hMasternges started, now hanging with a slight dip, but had become fuller, with a rounded shape instead of her past bell shape.

'My boobs are bigger than Marimo's, but master, does he like them big?'

Ikumi has learned many things since her changes, from her preferences to the knowledge she used to ignore in the past and chose to hunt.

It seemed like each day, she awakened more as a woman and sought out more of that knowledge to tempt Lancelot to become addicted to her.

"Wow... as always, your tits are so huge now. Are you the same race as me?"

The chirpy voice of Zirrel and her slightly flat chest came into view as the group sat close, like a band of sisters who mourned even the slightest wound of each other as if it were their own.

"Well, who would think that Ikumi would lose her virginity before we did? Such a lewd girl."

"Hmmm... what's lewd about it? Besides, Marimo was right; sex feels great, and Lancelot has great stamina, like a beast that loves to eat all the time!"

Ikumi giggled rebelliously.

Why did they hide their honesty with no other races or males? Zirrel giggled, remembering that night when she was tempted to sneak into Lancelot's by this white minx and ended up losing her first time beside her two childhood friends...

"Well, that cock is a bit addictive; it's so different from what our mothers said..."

She put two fingers together and measured them, adding her opposite fingers to match Lancelot's shape as they giggled together like wenches.

"Hahaha, double, at least!"

"Hmmm... see if I don't let you taste it again!"

"Don't fight; don't be cruel, Ikumi! We can't go back to a normal guy after that thing."

"Use your fist! Hmph!"

The trio laughed cheerfully together as hares nearby envied them and whispered amongst themselves, wondering how they could become more like their leaders and receive Lancelot's affection like Ikumi, Vema, Zirrel and Marimo.

Everyone was in great spirits that an hour passed so quickly, as some were preparing to camp and others were fixing and tending to their weapons.

"Do you think that the ogre den will be difficult?"

Vema spoke worriedly; she was the most cautious and worried, but Ikumi shook her head confidently.

"Marimo said Ogres were dangerous, but she also said they lack intelligence compared to humans and elves; as long as we plan wisely and attack them first, we will win!"

None doubted Ikumi's confidence, believing whatever Lancelot taught her and Marimo had become natural facts in their minds.

The ogre den was an hour's march from the goblin fortifications.

They marched across the trees quietly to avoid being detected prematurely.

Meanwhile, in the newly named Windsor City, Lancelot held a strange feeling of uneasiness in his chest, sitting on the throne while many people worked hard to repair and make a census of the city; beside him, Marimo was gently massaging his scalp with her loving fingertips.

"My Lord, you seem very tense and uncomfortable..."

Marimo leaned closer; her soft, silky skin brushed against Lancelot's shoulder, making his heartbeat, but he shook his head slowly.

"Marimo, I feel that something isn't right... A sense of foreboding, a worry that won't leave my chest."

Marimo tilted her head, curiously looking into Lancelot's green eyes with a puzzled expression.

"Master, as far as I can tell, your land is peaceful and secure."

She cupped Lancelot's cheek, kissing his lips softly.

Lancelot sighed; he didn't doubt Marimo, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was happening somewhere in Avalon and that it was related to his troops...

'To Ikumi.'

Suddenly, a familiar scent entered Lancelot's nose; the delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms alerted him. Returning his thoughts to his cute albino frost hare, her loving smile and adorable way of hopping around...

He couldn't put this down.

'Morgana... Where is Ikumi? I have to see her, or my heart will not settle.'

[Sherwood, my dear, the girls said she was trying to expand the furthest reaches as a gift and surprise for you.]

Marimo smiled as she stood and walked forward, waving her hand slowly, "If you must go, then allow me to take care of things here."

Lancelot nodded thankfully before she kissed him, her tongue dancing playfully before sucking his, tasting his saliva happily and reluctantly parted her lips.

"Stay safe; I shall await your return. Do not take too long; I need your affectionate touch."

Unlike the paste Marimo, she was seductive, her lovely eyes fluttering as she nibbled the tip of his tongue, causing Lancelot's heartbeat to race.

Marimo was so adorable despite her age that he felt like pinching her snowy ass, but he resisted the urge and nodded calmly, vanishing like a ghost from Windsor Castle.

Lancelot arrived in Sherwood Forest's eastern borders; it was sunny and peaceful, making him wonder why he felt uneasy moments ago.

"No... there are signs of battle, and the goblin fortress was conquered... maybe two hours ago?"

He checked the footprints on the ground; they were faint, but frost hares left deep traces even while hiding themselves among trees, and he knew Ikumi's smell better than anyone as she always snuck under his blankets and hugged him tightly whenever possible.

'Did she... Attack the Ogres? No... There was a twin-headed Ogre mage with them. I made sure to tell her not to...'

Lancelot's heartbeat raced faster, unable to shake the bad feeling as his blood raced faster as if urging him to hurry forward; he dashed through the forest at top speed, avoiding traps Ikumi set and killing any dangerous creatures hiding in Sherwood with ease.

"Hurry..." Lancelot muttered nervously; the scent became thicker, mixing with Ogre's stench and... Frost Hare's blood.

As he ran wildly through the eastern edges of Sherwood Forest, a horrific scene came into his vision.

Bodies... frost hare corpses lay on the ground; the once lush earth soaked with crimson blood and chunks of pale flesh torn apart by Ogre blades and magic.

"Ahh?"

Lancelot stepped forward, feeling a sense of pain that started like a tiny dagger stabbing his chest, rapidly growing until it felt like his heart was torn from his ribs and crushed and restored, repeatedly as his eyes began to shimmer, the golden divine eye searching in overdrive as bloody lines appeared in the beautiful organ.

His emotions ran wild: anger, sadness, fear... Lancelot had never felt this disturbed or crazed before, not when facing Arthur or as he lost his troops in the past.

"IKUMI!"

Lancelot screamed maniacally, searching through corpses frantically; he used the Divine Eye to find frost hares, hoping they hadn't departed from Avalon. He cradled five bodies together, pouring his ether into their bodies as their weak hearts began to recover.

"P....please... Captain.... save.."

"Do not worry..." Lancelot gave them a gentle kiss, helping them sleep to forget the pain as they rapidly recovered from their wounds. He managed to save over thirty on his way towards the large cave.

'I can hear the sound of fighting... Ikumi and many hares still fight... hurry...'

His feet rapidly darted forward, his body covered in his dominus and black scales as if natural, no longer needing a special scene or time to transform; the more he used it, the closer he came to becoming a true demon lord.

"Eh..."

A wet sound echoed as something slammed into the ground below his feet; as he looked down, the image that entered his sight caused him to feel strange.

His eyes saw a frost hare... What was once a frost hare? Zirrel, a cute girl, was almost torn in half... her eyes hazed over as she seemed to look into his golden eyes through the visor... her lips were covered in blood and missing an arm, yet she reached out to him.

Lancelot's hands trembled; he grabbed Zirrel tenderly, holding her close as ether poured into her dying body as he embraced her body, blood staining his scales and armour, her eyes seeming to regain light.

"Zirrel.. stay strong, please!" Lancelot cried, stroking her cheeks as her eyes regained life; tears flowed uncontrollably, the pain he felt surging forward as if his heart had torn in two.

"Captain.... Please... Sav...."

Zirrel reached weakly, stroking Lancelot's cheeks as she smiled, blood bubbling from her lips as she choked on her words; her beautiful azure blue eyes reflected Lancelot's domino visor as he felt her cold lips peck his.

'She will not die, but my negligence... and confidence...'

'Ikumi is ahead, likely with Vema...'

He stood up, placing Zirrel onto a flat rock before taking out an expensive potion that Rena gave him to save his life when near death; popping the cork, he collected half the bottle in his mouth and leaned over Zirrel, her eyes looking at him those beautiful blue orbs shimmering sadly.

"You liked kissing, right...?"

Memories of her first time dragged inside the tent with Vema and Ikumi, this girl skilled in archery loved to be kissed at the climax of sex.

He spoke as the potion swirled in his mouth before leaning over, parting her bloody lips as he pressed onto hers, sharing the healing elixir through his lips.

Zirrel choked as Lancelot's tongue danced with her smaller tongue, swallowing the mixture that smelled sweet yet bitter, her tastebuds screaming as she clung to life and sucked.

'Tastes like candy apples...' Zirrel thought peacefully as Lancelot broke their passionate kiss; her wounds healed rapidly; the severed limb grew slowly as her eyes closed peacefully.

"Sleep... heal... I promise to punish you all properly for doing this without me!" Lancelot promised the sleeping hare as he dashed towards the cave, where cries and roars echoed.

His steps slowed as he lifted an arm into the air; he didn't care if it was overkill or foolish use of his ability as a lord.

A black and golden light illuminated his left hand that floated in the air.

"Lancelot, the lord of Camelot and Windsor, summon my armies to support thy lord!"

The entire cavern crackled with magic, lightning with black and red hues tearing apart the stones and walls, creating a large portal.

"Your sisters have been injured, maimed and killed. Answer my call and get their revenge."

Less than a second later, over two hundred troops appeared from the portal as they rushed to follow Lancelot, who flew ahead, his black wings flickering with a bloody aura towards the sound of battle and crackling magic.

Moments later, Morgana stepped from the portal in a full black plate and a huge spear; behind her were succubus heroes and the angels with Nuriel, who began to heal and save the Frost Hares that Lancelot gathered.

"Phew... I regret that three have passed, but the rest can be saved."

Nuriel's body began to shine golden, causing the dark cave to brighten up instantly as the sleeping girls rapidly healed. She sent a group of six angels and Morgana to help any wounded further inside.

Morgana observed the cave and only showed a proud smile beneath her helmet.

"My little sister, you lead a small group of insignificant frost hares... and only suffered three deaths."

Her head then turned to the side, at the pile of ogre corpses torn apart, as if ravaged by an intense enemy, limbs were torn and bodies dismembered.

"Yet managed to kill over twenty ogres, bolstered by a twin-headed mage... I am proud that you are the one who lent your body."

"You have grown well, Ikumi."

Morgana's golden eyes shone as she looked at the bloody figure, standing with a broken spear and bent shield protecting the injured frost hares, with fur matted with blood and her right eye closed with a cut over her brow.

"It looked like a chance for Ikumi, captain of Camelot, to show her quality!"