Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot's body felt a strange burst of energy as the arena finally cleared, the beautiful Morgana now floating around his body before she pressed her belly against his shoulder, flapping her white wings gently.

'She is so soft and warm, I can barely feel her weight... despite those wonderful mountains of...'

Her breasts rested over his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his chest like a lover.

[Oh my~ do you like mommy's big honkers? Do you want to suckle on her pink nipples?]

'!!!'

He was stunned by the fact she could hear him, so distracted that he missed the worlds of Evaine as she passed a slightly rusty black gauntlet to him.

This gauntlet would slowly evolve and improve as the Lord did, starting at the lowest rank.

Some countries used the letter classification, meaning he was a G-Rank Lord, while his country used the colour system.

Rusted Black: G-Rank

Black: F-Rank

Polished Black: E-Rank

Rusted Silver: D-Rank

Silver: C-Rank

Polished Silver: B-Rank

The ranks above differed depending on the lord type, but most chose the Platinum into Mythril colours, while others might choose Moonsteel into Starsteel.

However, both did the same thing. One specialised in Martial combat while the other in Magical combat.

"Lancelot, are you alright? Please take the gauntlet and enter the trial grounds. You have 2 hours to complete the test. Otherwise, you will be demoted to a lower-class Lordship Academy."

Lancelot was momentarily taken aback by the gentle voice of his sexy teacher; remember, the time they spent in bed together was a little awkward as his left hand slipped inside the gauntlet, hiding his succubus marking.

"Ugh..."

[So you love older women with large breasts, oh my~ weren't we perfect for each other? I love huge cocks!]

The succubus queen said as Morgana's hand slipped down his body; it was like nobody else could see her, as she even reached inside and then showed a satisfied grin.

[Umu~ the best I've seen! You pass; this queen will treat you well!]

A sudden jolt of lightning shot down his arm into his hand as he felt the marking burning, slowly merging with the gauntlet, as it started to engrave itself on the back of his gauntlet.

'Can I evaluate your breasts the same?'

[Fufu~ I'll bite your little fingers off!]

'Shameless.'

[This queen is allowed to be~ oh my, maybe you can watch me shower? Fufu.]

Before he could complain more, a burst of pink and purple light flickered from his left hand before a strange sheet of paper was created with various information.

'So this is the fabled Lord Parchment?'

Only the Lord could see what was written on the parchment unless he wished to share the information; slowly, he checked it and felt confident it was correct. However, some things were far more inflated than he thought.

-> Status <-

Name: Lancelot du Lac (19)

Lord Type: Lancelot (????)

Level: 1

-> Body <-

Health: 100%

Ether: 100%

Summon Drive: 0%

Experience: 0%

-> Attributes <-

Strength: 2

Agility: 3

Stamina: 2

Endurance: 1

Intelligence: 1

Wisdom: 1

Charisma: 6

-> Lancarod <-

Length: 24cm (a great 9 inches)

Girth: 16cm (a good 6 inches)

-> Skills <-

Lancelot School of Dual Swordsmanship - Rank 1

Irregular Parry/Guard - Rank 1

Whirlwind Slash - Rank 1

Blade Dance - Rank 1

-> 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,

Skills: Whirlwind kick, Raven Claw

Loyalty: Max

Affection: Unknown

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Morgana's Thoughts: "This boy's cock is really good, both girth and length… I have to keep him believing I have lots of experience and have him help me regain my freedom!"

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He felt great that his attributes were above the basic level of most human lords until they reached the second stage of evolution. Lancelot thought it was left out because he didn't enter Avalon yet.

'Let's enter the trial gateway; Evaine looks angry, and this witch is too cheeky.'

[This queen will spank your little ass boy!]

'Yeah yeah.'

Lancelot gave Evaine a wink as he strolled towards the gateway, its strange blue surface rippling, a strange vision appearing on the opposite side.

"Will he take the easy portal? It seems his summon was weak, a mere succubus." Merlin pondered, watching as Lancelot watched the three gateways.

A blue gate for the novice trial, meaning you could get a C-Rank at best for clearing

A Purple gate for the intermediate trail would grant you a B-Rank at best upon clearance.

A Red gate, crackling with dark lightning, horrifying screams and cries as even the visuals inside are unclear, this portal was ranked "nightmare" level and could grant up to an S Rank.

"He will take novice; look at his cheap clothing; how can a mere scholarship student have the tools even to compete? He doesn't even have his weapons!"

A blonde male wearing silver armour with a polished silver gauntlet watching the arena spat out, denying Merlin's thoughts.

"I don't know~ this boy is really attractive; maybe he will have his little slut fuck the monsters to get through? Haha, intermediate is as far as he gets."

Joked a pretty woman with orange hair and a tartan dress, wearing a Silver gauntlet on her hand, as she ate a red apple with a smile.

'Morgana.'

[Mmmm, what's wrong? Are you going to apologise to Mommy?]

'Never, I want to touch your tits. What is to apologise for? How far can we go? You know my mind, my current prowess.'

'How far can I trust you?'

He stepped back, looking at the crowd that slowly began to chant, causing his heart to stir.

In his past life, it was never this grand, he was insulted and mocked for having a goblin summon, but the brief image of Morgana seemed to have stopped their mockery.

Succubi were still weak physically, but their magic was extremely strong, even more for the higher-level bloodlines.

[Take the red gate, if you pass, I will kiss you and grant you one of my secret abilities]

'Hmmm, is it worth it?'

[It will allow you to improve even without joining the battlefield of Avalon!]

'Alright then, can you not help me make weapons or something? You are a magic-type summon, right?'

[Oh my~ what are you going to do for me then? Cunnilingus?]

'Whatever, give me a pair of dual broadswords, around 95cm long, with long handles and hand guards.'

[Hmph~ no fun! Fufu~ when we enter, I'll make some for you, with mommy's extra loving touch.]

Lancelot stepped forward, his choice causing the crowd to become silent; in desperation, Evaine tried to chase after him.

"L-Lancelot! Don't...!"

Yet the moment his body entered the gateway, they were wrapped in black chains, quickly sealing themselves.

Another woman's eyes began to glow and focus on the fading visage of Lancelot, the Lady Guinevere, who opened her soft pink lips with a slight smile.

Something the ladies had not seen since she was forced to be engaged to Arthur by her father.

"Interesting boy... I want to know him more..."

Her words were barely heard by the male guard a slight distance away, gritting his teeth and slowly pivoting his head towards the dashing Arthur, wondering if he should inform him of these words and smile from his future wife.

Merlin watched the red gateway, stroking his slight grey beard with a slight smirk, looking at the other people besides him, the academy tutors who all doubted.

He changed his mind.

"I think he can do it; how about we all make a friendly bet? Hehe~."

The scheming smile of the old man causes them to feel aggravated. He wondered why this old man suddenly voted for the poor boy.

Instead, they all began slamming their item bag with countless treasures and coins down.

"Let's bet!"

"You're on, old man!"

"Damn, the perverted old guy has dementia!"

While on the stage, Evaine watched the portal with one arm still outstretched as she felt a strange feeling in her chest.

"Please come back, don't die... Lancelot... If you do, I'll think about eating that meal together..."

The other dangerous thing about the nightmare portal was, as Evaine worried. Anyone who entered had to pass, wait for a timeout of 2 hours, or they would die, but she had no time to worry.

The image of the handsome Lancelot wielding two swords with his hair swept back, showing his extremely handsome face, with piercing grey eyes watching the distance on the four sides of the huge screen.

This was a projection of the trial, everyone watching him step forward, his body enveloped by a floating succubus with a voluptuous body and charming smile.