Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

"Hey... Does it make me a dragon slayer if I slay this zombie dragon?" Lancelot asked calmly, his eyes locked on the target with a simple slash across his body—the powerful strike destroyed the eroding flames and deflected the beam into a nearby hill.

A huge crash sounded as the beam destroyed the rocks. As if time accelerated, they began to break down, erode and crumble into a dirty black goo.

"Tyr, Tia. Let's fight together." He bellowed sternly, jumping towards the humanoid Tiamat, who transformed under his body, sneering at Tyr with a smile on her face.

Woosh!

Both dragons shot into the air rapidly from the explosive wind from their huge wings, catapulting them into the skies while Lancelot gripped Tiamat's scaled mane tightly, his legs resting on her shoulder blades while Tyr shot past them, her claws glowing with black mana.

"Master~ Leave it to Tyr!" Tyr roared, her maw opening as Lancelot sensed the mana surging into her throat while Tiamat rolled and dove sharply, her wings cutting through the air as the undead dragon rider glared at them, his hand raised, and a powerful beam of dark energy shot towards Tyr.

BOOOOM!

A loud explosion rang out as Lancelot witnessed the rotting dragon zombie's beam and Tyr's flames collide, a surge of black flames and a dark beam of unholy energy, while he kicked the neck of Tiamat, her body flickering with crimson flames, as she ascended into the skies, before swooping down at the zombie dragon's back.

Tiamat roared, her fangs biting into the zombie dragon's spine, ignoring the disgusting taste of its rotting blood as Lancelot jumped from her back, gripping the rotten flesh and bone, ripping it apart with his bare hands—he began to rip and tear at the beast's spine, destroying its ability to move sliding his dragon-slaying sword out he stepped forward, and with a flash of his body and blade, he sliced the rear wings of the dragon zombie.

ROAR!

A painful roar echoed out as the zombie dragon thrashed wildly, Tyr shooting forward, her claws glowing with dark mana as Lancelot watched her dive into the zombie dragon's maw, her claw tearing through its skull before ripping the undead rider off its back.

BOOOM!

A loud explosion rang out as the zombie dragon began to fall from the skies, its body crashing into a nearby hill while rolling, the strange mana causing the trees, wildlife and rocks to rot and die.

Tiamat caught Lancelot, sitting on her maw as his scent filled her huge nostrils, before landing beside Tyr, who tossed the undead rider towards Lancelot, her golden eyes filled with anger as she glared at the disgusting monster.

"This creature is disgusting—it smells of death, blood and necromancy... I hate this smell." Tyr growled as Lancelot inspected the undead rider, noticing the familiar runes on his armour, which made him frown deeply—the necromancers from the troll village wore similar markings.

"Lilith is sending her forces to Maria already... this is troublesome." He spoke coldly while Tiamat landed beside him, her red eyes filled with disgust and anger as if she felt the same as Tyr.

Before she could say anything, the huge black blade split the rider in half with a single slash; the same putrid blood splashing on the ground began to kill the flowers and plants around them, showing just how vile these people were.

"I don't think it's her... Rather, the humans or the necromancers behind them are impatient to win her grace. This seems too sporadic to waste a valuable dragon zombie for nothing."

The dragons listened to Lancelot's words and realised that he had a point. Dragon zombies were special in that they could only be reanimated once, and now they destroyed it.

This was nothing but a putrid dragon corpse.

"What should we do then? Do you want to retaliate or bide our time?" Tiamat asked, her large snout nudging his body as she seemed to enjoy sniffing his scent but didn't quite realise how obvious she was about it.

Lancelot didn't dislike it and just let her do as she pleased—because of their bloodline's strange attraction, he would rather this than her avoiding him all the time.

He stroked her scales with a clean cloth, removing any dirty blood and flesh from her huge teeth and lips as Tyr watched the pair with narrowed eyes. It seemed she had nothing negative to say—her lips curved into a mocking smile before returning to her human form and sitting on a nearby rock.

"Right now, they are likely to wonder about the zombie dragon, and it might be a day before they realise it's been killed."

"If we were to attack now, they would know it was gone and might take drastic action... but if we wait, that could do the same." Lancelot theorised, but he felt attacking their city might be worth it.

If they waited, then he might lose lives, and he didn't want Maria to suffer any losses.

"Let's attack—I won't allow them to harm my subjects." Lancelot decided while Tyr and Tiamat nodded their heads, transforming into their humanoid forms because they would attack in several hours now.

They began to plan the attack while Tyr and Tia sat on their side of Lancelot, both much closer than earlier in the day.

While discussing battle tactics, Lancelot noticed the two dragonesses begin to act strangely—both Tyr and Tiamat seemed to inch closer, their soft hands touching his thighs and fingers intertwining with his own before Tyr lifted his hand, kissing his palm, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement and joy while Tiamat sat on his lap, her soft buttocks pressing against his crotch seductively.

'What's going on? I expect this from Tyr, but Tiamat... she's normally more reserved.'

Lancelot wondered as Tyr giggled, moving closer, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest while Tiamat rested her head on his shoulder, her red hair tickling his chin before she turned her body, kissing his lips.

'Wait... something is wrong; their bloodlines seem to be resonating... almost like they are becoming aroused by my presence?'

"It's too late, foolish master~" Tyr spoke with a completely focused gaze; she was different! This dragon was being a troublemaker, somehow egging Tiamat on!

"Stupid Tyr... stop getting in my way... Master~ kiss me... I want your babies..." Tiamat moaned as Lancelot realised that their bloodlines were affecting them—he had to calm her down, or else something crazy might happen!

"Calm down—we can do this la—" He tried to speak, but Tyr grabbed his hand, placing his fingers against the marking on her ass, stopping him from pushing Tiamat away, as she wrapped around his back, and grasped both his arms, locking them in place.

"Emperor~ Tyr wants to watch you and Tia, mate—please give me a nice show..." Tyr cooed in his ear while Lancelot realised she was serious.

'Damn it—I need to calm them down!'

He struggled to escape, but Tyr was stronger than him due to their position and the leverage she shad with his arms between her thighs, feeling her warm, damp crotch, while Tiamat moved in front of him with a soft, affectionate look in her golden eyes.

Her crimson hair swayed in the wind while Lancelot felt Tyr pressed her body against his hands, rubbing herself on his hands, while Tiamat sat on his lap, her face close to his, as she stroked his face with both hands, lifting his face to get a clear look.

"My Lord~ Tia needs you—kiss me..." She whispered, her lips pressing against Lancelot's while Tyr giggled, kissing his neck and ears, whispering lewd things while Tiamat began to moan, her long, serpent-like tongue slipping into his mouth and coiling around his own.

"Emperor... Tyr wants to see your cock... please~ show me your cock..." Tyr begged while Lancelot realised there was no escape—he needed to calm them down, so he kissed Tiamat passionately, his hands groping Tyr's wet pussy, listening to her sweet moans while Tiamat began to remove his clothes, tossing them aside.

If he could just make Tyr climax, he could stop Tiamat.

His fingers rubbed Tyr's soft mound faster, the restrictive position making it hard to tase her small button while Tiamat removed his pants, her soft hand grasping his shaft while Lancelot groaned into her mouth—Tiamat began to stroke his shaft, her soft hands squeezing and stroking his length teasingly.

The feeling was hot, like her body, the warm, smooth feeling spreading through his body like electricity.

"Nnn... Lancelot~ Your thing is amazing... I can feel your pulse~ as it spreads my hands apart..." Tiamat moaned as Tyr bit Lancelot's ears, her teeth nibbling his lobe while he rubbed her faster, listening to her sweet voice moaning in his ear.

"Emperor~~ your fingers are so good... Tyr wants you inside her right now." Tyr begged while Lancelot knew this wasn't over—she wanted Tiamat to have sex with him first, but he needed to calm Tiamat down, or else she'd get pregnant.

'Damn it... these two dragons are worse than succubi...'

Lancelot cursed while Tyr giggled, licking his ear seductively, her golden eyes filled with excitement while Tiamat began to lower her hips before kneeling between his thighs, her nose pressed against the long meat that covered her entire face, showing wide eyes as the scent filled her nose... It seemed Tiamat was a smell-fetish girl.

"Master~ Tia wants to taste you..." She whispered while Lancelot felt Tyr release his arms, her hands stroking his body before she stood up, sitting on a nearby boulder, watching with eager eyes.

Tiamat's long tongue slipped from her mouth, curling around the tip of his shaft teasingly like a spiral wrapping the entire thing, her golden eyes locked on his face while Lancelot watched her with a look of desire, his thoughts of rejecting her vanishing the moment her tongue wrapped his entire manhood, and her lips kissed his tip.

"It seems you lost to her enthusiasm, master~ haha." Tyr teased as she watched intently, leaning her face on her palms and slamming the ground with her black tail.