Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot sat on the back of Tiamat in her dragon form while the pouting Tyr flew beside them, her back filled with sharp spikes.

The red dragon was nice and comfortable to ride, but when he said, "I wish I could ride you forever, Tiamat, you're such a fine female."

She began to act strange; her voice responded but was quiet, filled with stuttering and whispers, "I-Idiot... who wants to be mounted by you... Forever... that thing would break my insides...."

It seemed that Tiamat was thinking in another direction of riding, and Lancelot understood clearly and didn't deny it as he smirked, looking at the black dragon who was distressed and jealous; those feelings would surge through their connection now that he left his marking on her body.

'I wonder if it was because her ass was the most alluring thing when it was bouncing up and down my shaft...' He thought to himself as to why it wasn't a pelvic tattoo like the other girls who became his main wives.

They were currently scouting the northern forest and mountains to make sure there were no other strong lords or monsters that might try to take advantage of the war. Honestly, Lancelot planned to increase the size of his lovely Maria's territory during the war so she could become a city size sooner.

It was a crazy idea, and many people who have been here two years, even three, are just reaching large-town status.

He forgot his strength was a major decider in the growth of his territory. Most human lords wouldn't survive two or three blows from him, and only the specially trained elite would be able to fight him, and they would need to be at least a year older.

That was how fast he was growing.

Lancelot leaned back on her huge dragon body, the fierce winds blowing his hair while he spread his arms wide open. "Tiamat~ fly faster; I want to see the world!" Lancelot shouted while Tiamat snorted, ignoring him.

"Why are you acting like a cute kid... Hmph!" but Tyr heard his words and rushed forward, her speed faster than Tiamat, and Lancelot held on tight to her spikes as she flew higher, the clouds parting as she raced across the skies—the feeling of freedom was exhilarating!

"This is awesome!" He tried to shout, but it became harder to speak or make a sound the higher he went; the two dragons stopped fighting... and flew side by side, dancing and swerving as if they were part of the same Dragonflight, like they could understand each other.

Lancelot began to leap from both dragons in the sky; he didn't know why, but the feeling of falling in the air, only to be caught by Tiamat's tsundere complaints, as she started to barrel roll and flick him higher using her tail.

"Our beloved master is a handful, but its times like these, only we get to see his childish side, Tia!" Tyr growled while their body shot down, tiling their noses with a rapid drop as Lancelot shouted and cheered like it was a joy ride.

"Hmm... what beloved master... he's just a stupid male..." Tiamat's nose turned up as she noticed him falling and rushed to catch him with a sense of panic, only to realise she showed her feelings as Tyr began to chuckle, shooting past her.

"Haha~ Tia, you fell for his trap—look at how fast you rushed to catch him." Tyr teased as Lancelot landed on her back, patting her spikes while she snorted angrily, rushing forward, trying to push Tyr out of the way.

"Shut up... Stupid Tyr; you're the one that is obsessed with him... I just want him to romance me like he did.... Ah!?" Tiamat's scales seemed to turn an even deeper shade of red as flames flowed from her mouth, her head shaking violently.

"Ah... Tia... Did you just admit you wanted Emperor to romance you like he did with Tyr last night?" Tyr teased as Lancelot listened to their conversation; he couldn't help but smile.

'They're both so cute, haha~' Lancelot laughed as the two dragons continued bickering, flying across the lands as they scouted the outer regions of Maria's territory. Even while playing, the trio only spent four hours using his lord system.

The entire northern reaches to the huge ice glacier that stopped passage and just to the border of the fallen human kingdom they would be going to war with.

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Woosh! Woosh!

Both dragon Empresses landed slowly, with Lancelot hopping off Tiamat's back, stroking her and Tyr's scales along their necks with a soft smile, "Thanks for the hard work, ladies—if you want to rest, then you are free. I will do the rest alone."

He felt both of their bodies transform into their humanoid forms...

The hands holding their large-scaled maws, now gently stroking their soft cheeks as both female dragonesses looked at him warmly, "Why would we just leave the rest to you? Didn't we come this far together?" Tiamat said before turning away, her red tail swaying and tapping the back of his thigh.

Tyr giggled, leaning forward and kissing Lancelot before following Tiamat, "Besides... Emperor needs to reward us later—otherwise, Tyr will cry~" She teased as Lancelot realised how greedy these two were.

'These two are just like goblins in dragon form.' He thought while watching them walk forward, their hips swaying as he noticed both their tails rise high, revealing their large shapely buttocks—Tyr being large, round and meaty, but Tiamat was firm, sexy and like a tight and alluring heart shape.

"See what did I say.... master loves dragon ass."

"Don't be so vulgar..."

His eyes were fixated on them for several seconds before the two began to snicker and lowered their tails while looking back at him. The face of Tyr was only slightly red, but Tiamat was like a beetroot.

"Stop staring, pervert... let's finish scouting and hurry home—I want to taste our Emperor's seed again tonight," Tyr began to sing while Tiamat slapped her head, making Tyr nod her head, both of their faces now burning hot as Lancelot followed behind, unable to hold back a smirk.

Right now, they were not quite in the territory of Maria but were checking where he fought the necromancer and seeing if the two dragons could see anything he missed—even though his divine eye was effective, there was often a benefit to having more eyes to help.

In reality, he wanted to spend a little more time with Tyr after taking her first time. He wanted some quality time with her, but Tiamat was the same—the two found it hard to be close due to the bloodline within them constantly making them desire each other...

'I thought it was just me being lustful at first, but Morgana told me the truth...

damn woman, and Tyr confirmed it.' It was the reason why Tiamat began to act aggressively towards him and avoided him completely, because the bloodline inside them sought to become whole, complete, and the only way that would happen was if they mated, and Tiamat was now in her prime years for giving birth so she panicked and felt a sense of terror...

Lancelot didn't know what she felt now, but recently, she came to him or offered to stay with him, and thus, he wanted to treat both dragons equally.

"I guess there's nothing here. Should we head back soon?" Lancelot asked as he sat on a broken wall, leaning back with his eyes closed, before a soft hand stroked along his cheeks, before resting the back of their hand as if a mother was testing if a child had a fever.

He thought it was Tyr at first, pulling her into his lap and kissing her lips softly in return, but the taste was different, and the tongue and kiss were fiery... hot and filled with a strange passion.

When Lancelot opened his eyes, he saw Tiamat blushing brightly, her golden eyes filled with a strange emotion while Tyr giggled, sitting beside him, "Husband, Tyr thinks Tia wants to play...

letting her sit on your lap too makes me jealous." Tyr teased as Tiamat glared at her, stepping back as Lancelot grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into his lap, kissing her lips as passionately as she did with him moments ago.

"Mmm..." Tiamat moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck while Lancelot embraced her tightly, his hands stroking her firm buttocks tenderly before Tyr moved closer, her hand stroking Lancelot's cheek.

"See... The emperor loves us both—there is no reason to compete or fight..." Tyr smiled as she kissed his neck, smiling as if her plan had succeeded, and Tiamat began to relax in Lancelot's arms, her soft body pressed against his own while Tyr cuddled them both.

"Stupid Tyr... don't think this means I love him or anything—My master is Guin—" Tiamat muttered softly as she was kissed again, this time she the aggressor as if unable to forget the taste of his lips.

"Hmm... who knows... Tyr thinks you love the Emperor most~" Tyr teased as Tiamat pulled away, glaring at Lancelot, who chuckled, stroking her crimson hair.

"It's alright—I love my wives equally." He replied as Tiamat blushed brightly, looking away as if pretending not to listen.

"Who... who is your wife... I am..."

Before she could finish, a huge black beam shot down from the sky as a bloody, rotting dragon with skeletal wings and filthy black ooze dribbling between its bones began to breathe flames onto their position.

On its back was a man in black armour with a pale face, stitches mixing various faces into one horrific abomination...

He was an undead dragon rider... and his mount was a dragon zombie.

"For the kingdom, all evil will perish!"