Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot stood in the centre of the frozen forest like an ancient monster king, his twisted horns, six wings and body covered in a mixture of white and silver armour formed with dragon, demon and angelic feathers.

'The battle is over... and my heart is at peace. Whatever visage I take on.'

"...I am Lancelot Du Lac!" His voice was soft yet encompassing as the warriors who supported him standing on the wall felt this simple statement was something important to him and felt it resonated in their hearts.

—Hehe~ these fools don't know I am the best woman in your heart now!

'Be a good girl, Kara, and I'll polish your body real good tonight.'

—Eh...Mm... pervert!

His beautiful black, grey and white wings fluttered in sync as if to answer her cute voice.

The movement of Ether formed a gentle breeze as his magic aura began to devour and dissolve all the blight, decay and horrid corpses that smelt like rotting garbage.

—You better not forget!

Someone approached as he restored vitality and beauty to the forest, his golden eyes as if able to see into the distance, creating a charming vision before the six-winged angel knelt before him, a single fist placed on the ground, her other hand across her chest.

"My Lord, Nuriel comes to swear her allegiance and eternal oath!"

That's right.

How could Seraphim not detect his awakened bloodline's noble and divine level?

To the untrained or ignorant, it might seem like an angelic bloodline. Even Lancelot himself wasn't completely aware of its significance.

But Nuriel, from the moment she met him, her resistance was due to her trying to ascertain this bloodline's true nature.

How could a mere angel's blood contend with a Dragon or Demon Emperor bloodline?

No...

Lancelot Du Lac, no matter how little it might have been... He was the son of a woman blessed by the gods.

The goddess might have been minor and of a religion not big enough to dominate the world, but she was a goddess nonetheless.

Then if that goddess saw her champion and chosen daughter of lightning fall to an enemy but upheld the tenet and desires of the goddess no matter the cost, how could there be no benefit to the one who lost everything?

Her son was given a test.

Maybe in his first life, he failed, unable to grasp the essence of his power and potential, yet the goddess did not forsake him; instead, how else could he have been reborn even with the help of the fallen Lucifer and betrayed Morgana?

There had to be a divine who helped the process, or he would never have become so powerful; his body could never have accepted the demon and dragon bloodlines as he managed to.

After watching him for a lifetime, his pride and ability to fight those vastly superior with his sword.

The Goddess made a decision: she fused his Divine blood with his human blood.

Now behold her completed champion.

A champion not bound by any deity or power because she dissolved those links, burdens and bonds because of her affection towards his mother and the desire of all the gods in their infinite boredom.

To see something interesting!

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"You need not swear an oath, Nuriel." His voice was ethereal, like chiming bells in the distance. She felt his golden eyes narrow and focus on her body.

Then, his smile made her entire existence tremble with rapture. "Become my wife. Support Morgana and Guinevere with your mighty powers."

"My lord!?"

Her lovely face turned red as she started to stutter.

Only now that she felt him truly above her did she show such honest and adorable reactions so simply.

Lancelot smirked, stepping towards her as she fluttered her wings and flew back several spaces, almost falling with her stumbling legs.

"I-I didn't mean to avoid your hand, My Lord!! I..."

"Be at ease, Nuriel. I shall never blame you for such adorable actions. Take all the time in the world. I will make you fall for me and accept my request."

"Eh.....but...."

The embarrassed and troubled Nuriel was enough to amuse Lancelot now; his eyes flickered before Maria and Milvar appeared beside them.

His body vanished, causing the trio to look stunned before Maria was suddenly...

"Kya...!?" Swept off her feet into a princess carry, Lancelot's huge arms wrapped around her making her look small as his demon king form was over eight feet tall with arms like tree trunks filled with muscle and smooth armour.

Yet his face was annoyingly pretty and handsome, which made Nuriel and Milvar more submissive than usual.

"You look exhausted, my little fairy wife. Shall I take you to bed?" His lips showed a very explicit smirk, causing Maria's entire body to tremble as she slapped Lancelot's arms with a bright red face.

"Y-You... I will die if you take me to bed in that form... How b-b-big.... and thick... your body is now. Where will I get rest but only find a blissful death!"

He chuckled, "So you admit it would be a blissful death, my lewd and charming snow elf queen?"

"Haa.... no.... don't twist my words... hmph~ I don't talk to bad guys."

Before the pair could continue their strange flirting that made Milvar felt a dry mouth as she looked at his form, which was now finally bigger than an Oni female...

Nuriel, on the other hand, seemed more shy and introverted, with only a red face and pretending not to hear.

Maria and Lancelot heard a sound.

⁜ Native Kingdom Vanquished!

Then, three choices in a beautiful blue box appeared before their eyes, and they looked at each other as Maria was completely taken aback.

Usurp the kingdom

Raid the kingdom

Destroy the kingdom

"What do you desire, my queen?" Lancelot asked as she hugged his arm, shifting to sit on his forearm, now big enough to be more like a seat for her. She turned red, not wanting to admit it was nice... and the new form turned her on.

"Me?" Shaking her head and looking at his face, she kissed his upper arm with a small, gentle peck and smiled brightly.

"That is not right, Lancelot... It was always we from the moment you took me into your arms."

"Hmmmm? So my cute fairy is getting confident now, haha."

The pair looked at the options as Lancelot knew the best would be to destroy it for the huge gain in resources and bonus troops.

However, he reconsidered as he couldn't always be in the north, and if Maria had a kingdom-sized territory, all her troops would be upgraded and summoned faster.

She would also have access to summon his troop types daily.

"Do you want to make history together, Maria?"

"Mm?"

"A human from our empire has never created a kingdom-level territory in less than 5 years before, and that man was the forefather of our empire."

"Do you think this achievement will be enough for your father to accept our marriage?"

"!!!"

She had almost forgotten, thinking that giving her body was already enough... Then, looking at his sincere eyes, Maria felt concerned.

Could she do it?

Didn't Lancelot achieve this for her? Why was he always so gentle to her without asking for anything...

He would give it to her?

"You look conflicted... but we are already man and wife. My kingdom is your kingdom; your kingdom is mine."

"Didn't you say earlier, from the moment I took your body, it became 'we' not I or you?"

Her mouth opened wide...

Shocked that this smooth bastard used her own words and argument against her, yet in her chest, it was hot, smothered in honey and beating rapidly as she hugged his arm tightly...

"I want to..."

"What do you want?"

"I WANT TO DO IT WITH YOU!" Maria shouted so loud that many roaming fairies and other snow elves heard, instantly blushing and whispering amongst themselves with jealousy for their Queen's forward nature, causing the shy Maria to surface with a red face.

Lancelot thought she would become introverted again, but she suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed the Usurp the kingdom button together...

She then entered a name before he could even speak!

⁜ Merging Maria Lovell's territory with the new kingdom Arcturus Dominion at the Queen's choice, moving and terraforming land to adjust position to join the two.

The land shook before beautiful buildings of ice and glistening snow formed.

The huge land and forest began to spread until it covered over 1000 miles, with small villages and towns spread across northern Avalon, creating a barrier between the Northern Demons and Southern human armies.

Lancelot looked down at the confident-looking girl in his arms and asked. "Why did you choose that name and the capital city... that name."

Maria climbed onto his chest and looked into his eyes with a passionate gaze before kissing his lips slowly, the soft smack filled with her love and devotion as soft, icy tears dripped from her eyes.

"Arcturus, a lone star of ice that forever waits for the matching star of Solarium, a burning star of brilliant golden heat... the two a part that should have always been close..."

"The city named Solara... Where the Queen waits for him in solace, fighting against all evil and adversary yet knowing he will someday return."

Lancelot understood her thoughts, emotions and reasons for these names... if he didn't, then he could never deserve her love and affection... "I will not make you wait long."

"Whenever you are free, I will await your warm embrace."

"Ahem...." Melodica's timely voice sounded as the pair began removing each other's clothes... oblivious to the huge army now watching them with joyful eyes.

"Before you start mating like frost hares in heat... How about we upgrade and prepare the city and kingdom first?"