Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

The moment the shout resounded, hundreds of troops shot forward, running in their groups, and the succubi and angels flew rapidly to support them while Lancelot and Guinevere stood at the back, waiting for something.

"Guinevere, can you feel it?"

"I can feel something strange... two powerful units are standing within their army... maybe more."

"Ah... just like Rena, their side has two demon kings."

"!?"

"But I am surprised they didn't bring their Territory Leaders... or they don't know the mechanic." Lancelot mused thoughtfully while Guinevere tilted her head cutely before nodding slowly.

"Maybe they don't realize, but it makes things easier... Did they perhaps think that Ikumi or the other units were the leaders and didn't send their strongest units?"

Lancelot looked at Guinevere with a smirk as she stood on the head of Tiamat in her great red dragon form.

"Don't take risks or show your full power too soon; if their leaders come, we might suffer a harsh battle if their armies remain. We don't know how strong they are... After all, I never saw their leaders in full form before."

"Understood, dear husband... oh... wait, I have something to give you." Guinevere blushed slightly and jumped down Tiamat while Lancelot watched curiously.

"Close your eyes, hubby, ~"

Lancelot did so immediately without thinking as his lips touched Guinevere, whose cheeks flushed red as she pressed her body onto his, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest before she grabbed his crotch, squeezing lightly and releasing a shuddering moan in his mouth as she rubbed his member hidden beneath his armour.

Breaking the kiss slowly, her dazed eyes regained focus as Lancelot's vision returned...

"I hope you liked my grope of luck, hehe." Guinevere laughed teasingly before jumping onto Tiamat and flying off swiftly into battle as her words drifted softly along the wind to Lancelot.

"Oh... by the way, hubby, good luck killing the enemy leader with that raging erection~ I will help you when I return, okay!? Fufu."

Lancelot twitched slightly as he felt embarrassed, looking around the empty territory before quickly summoning his black and white wings and the protective black visor that gave his divine sight to both eyes.

"I should probably cull the stronger enemies..." Lancelot muttered while spreading his wings wide, the sound of flesh bursting into blood echoing silently before he took flight towards the battlefield...

All while completely ignoring that his face now how a bright pink lipstick mark, not hidden by the visor.

Meanwhile, Guinevere giggled happily as she flew fast towards the enemy territory, commanding her succubi to ambush the enemy army's rearguard while the elven mages chanted their elemental spells that battered the enemy monsters with fire bombardments, causing huge craters in the ground and blowing the monsters into meat chunks.

The frost hare warriors formed ranks and began to decimate the enemy using their powerful thighs and legs to crush the exoskeletons of the monsters before carving them with their weapons with a ruthless glint in their eyes.

Lancelot felt that after taking his blood, the Frost Hares were a little bloodthirsty and violent... and very erotic in bed—well, they were part of the rabbit family, but even worse now as they seemed to revel in killing and slaughter.

She trusted Lancelot, but Guinevere wouldn't be so lazy. When dealing with monsters that showed intelligence and planned attacks, she wouldn't sit and watch. Instead, Guinevere would join her subordinates on Tiamat in the fight.

There was a reason why she rushed ahead of Lancelot—not only so she could have fun and impress him but because she had a plan to use her elven mages to break their leadership, allowing the three women to stand on Tiamat's huge wings, using magic to anchor themselves down, as they began to cast alternating elements to burn everything around the army's commanders, stunning and halting the enemy movements.

Guinevere also used Tiamat to pick up her succubi after they killed most of the rearguard, leaving just twenty units alive to run back and report to their masters.

With her army supported by Lancelot's troops, Guinevere decimated the first wave of enemies while Lancelot landed before the second army approached from behind her...

"Tiamat, keep her safe."

Lancelot stroked her nose, and she snorted, but the rejection seemed to be gone; maybe Tiamat just wanted him to treat Guin with respect and as much love as Morgana... as he shot forward, his flight caused several shockwaves and loud sonic booms as he attacked the second army along, with his dual swords, and the hundreds of purple blades dancing around his body.

His swords danced rapidly and cut apart the monsters like they were made of paper, and the blades flying around Lancelot instantly stabbed through the monster's weak points, destroying many cores as his figure moved gracefully while avoiding any enemy attacks, his armour able to endure multiple blows.

With each movement of his arms, their entire bodies were ripped apart by beautiful sword lines, severing heads and limbs and slicing bodies into halves.

The battle didn't take more than two minutes as Lancelot finished slaughtering all the weaker units, and he was preparing to clash with the enemy leader.

Suddenly...

Two figures appeared, a fox woman with nine tails and a huge monster... with eight arms and several eyes gazing across the battlefield, before instantly they shot eight lazor beams towards Lancelot's troops... a deadly red and black beam burning the air as his body flashed forward to stop them hitting his frost hares...

Only to find his blades unable to block the beams as his eyes widened. Lancelot crossed his swords before him, but the impact of the eight beams forced him backwards dozens of meters as his feet dug into the soil...

The beams began to melt his armour slowly, the sound of boiling flesh reaching his ears as his swords shook violently... Lancelot grits his teeth, activating his mana barrier spell to push back the beams, saving his frost hares in the distance...

If the frost hares remained there, they would have all died...

Yet the fox woman and monster didn't give him a chance to counterattack... as her eyes focused onto Lancelot... and pushed her hand forward, creating a huge firestorm on his location—the black flames crackled before forming a huge pillar of deadly flames engulfing Lancelot's location...

As the smoke cleared, Lancelot's burned body rose from the crater, his skin sizzling as his armour melted while his swords were broken, but his visor was still on and protected his eyes... naked and in a horrible state, he dragged his body forward, while Guinevere planned to support him, after eliminating the rest of the forces like planned.

"Ah... you just had to attack out of nowhere, didn't you."

His gaze revealed his anger as Lancelot glared at the two humanoid demons, floating in mid-air carelessly... while he took out a healing potion to restore his body, gritting his teeth and panting weakly... Lancelot wasn't known for being reckless unless he believed he could win...

Lancelot gazed at his broken swords, sighing inwardly, tossing them aside as the fox woman grinned arrogantly... believing Lancelot was finished...

"What a lovely ape... you have such a brutal cock. A shame we are enemies, or I would make you mine."

"I don't like to diseased women..."

⟪Dominus⟫

But... Lancelot clicked his fingers... his wounds healed instantly, revealing a completely pristine body clad in blood red and black armour—a brand new pair of swords appeared to be growing from his forearms like sharp black dragon scales as Lancelot smiled coldly—before disappearing from their view, his speed shocking the fox woman as she failed to notice Lancelot flash behind her...

Slice... Slice... Two cuts appeared on her waist as Lancelot slashed upwards cleanly—two diagonal cuts opening her belly as the fox woman froze and teleported away—only to feel the pressure on her increased... the nine-tailed beast had four tails ripped off instantaneously, barely evading the other four.

"Come back, woman."

Lancelot's hand pressed on her forehead, once again appearing in front of her as he slammed her down into the ground, forming a crater and splitting her skull.

"How dare a filthy monkey kill Yuna!"

The eight-armed spider monster roared angrily and shot its beams towards Lancelot's head.

But he ignored them and began slamming her head repeatedly... his fists smashing her into the ground while her arms fought fiercely against Lancelot—she punched his gut, making Lancelot spit blood... but Lancelot kept punching... cracking her skull open before twisting her head off with a snap...

Just as the beams melted his armour and burned his helmet—the visor cracked severely...

Splash

His helmet broke, revealing a handsome face as Lancelot's gaze grew cold before his swords sliced down... cutting her headless body into two pieces...

The battle ended so fast... Lancelot sighed and picked up the fox woman's body, ripping out her core as he pulled out his huge black sword—looking at the eight-armed spider-like monster who seemed to be shrieking in grief, he didn't care.

Broken Dominus, bloody body, but holding his dragon-slaying sword... Lancelot felt invincible.

"Did you think I would let you live after trying to kill my lovely girls?" Lancelot's deep, distorted voice, like a demon, echoed through the entire battlefield, the aura powerful and heavy, causing all the enemy troops to slow down as with each step towards the huge demon, his Dominus seemed to repair... or change...

The armour became more demonic and covered more of his body until all that showed of his human body was his mouth, and his spine was now encased with thick dragon scales, forming his black dragon tail that slammed against the ground, causing deep cracks to appear.

"You killed Yuna...!!!"

"Oh, sorry... was that slut your bitch? My guy, she had the scent of over a thousand men on her body... are you the world's greatest cuckold?"

"Graaaaaaaa!!!"

All his eyes began to crackle once again as the two began to prepare for battle, as instantly eight beams of destruction shot towards the strange Dominus form of Lancelot.