Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

"Tia... you're driving me insane..." Lancelot groaned while Tyr snickered, watching the two lovers finally giving in to their bloodline urges.

"Emperor~ does Tia's mouth feel good... Tyr wants to taste you next time..." She whispered, her fingers stroking her wet slit, her honey dripping onto the grass below while Tiamat's mouth slowly wrapped around his glans.

A wet, sloppy sound from her undulating tongue slid around his shaft as her mouth began to suck his shaft, her lips covering half his shaft while Lancelot groaned.

"Tia... your mouth is so hot... It's amazing..." He grunted, his hands stroking her crimson hair as Tiamat began to bob her head, her mouth sucking harder and faster while Tyr watched excitedly—this was the first time she witnessed a mating ritual between bloodlines.

"Nnpph.... Mmmmmn.... hmmmph....!?" Tiamat's beautiful eyes opened wide as his member slipped deeper into her throat, Lancelot grasping her horns as his waist began thrusting into her mouth, his shaft sliding deeper into her throat while Tyr watched with a jealous expression—she wanted to taste Lancelot next.

"Gubuh.... Ueeh.....Nnnnph.....ha...."

Tiamat choked and coughed, her eyes watering while Lancelot began to fuck Tiamat's mouth, his glans striking the back of her throat while her golden eyes widened—she realised Lancelot was enjoying her mouth, a feeling of delight and desire surged through her body as she began to suck hard, the insides of her cheeks touching his shaft, almost wrapping it completely.

Lancelot groaned from the pleasure of her high-pressure blowjob, her hands no longer pressing on his thighs but sliding towards his balls as she began to massage them, gently caressing them in her fingers, her chin and face covered in drool and precum, gagging from him pushing to the base, her throat croaking as his pelvis pressed against her nose, drool bubbling as she began to struggle to breathe.

"Tia... I'm cumming..." Lancelot warned, but Tiamat shook her head, grabbing his hips while Tyr watched with a jealous expression—she wanted to be sucked next!

"Tyr wants to taste you..." She begged, but Lancelot ignored her, his fingers stroking Tiamat's hair before he grasped her horns, his waist slamming deep into her mouth, his shaft pulsing before he erupted into her throat, Tyr watching with envy as Lancelot released his load directly into Tiamat's stomach, filling her belly with his thick, creamy semen.

"Tia... swallow everything..." Lancelot grunted while Tiamat nodded her head, her golden eyes filled with tears as she swallowed every last drop, her throat swelling each time she tried to drink his semen—her stomach rumbled happily while Lancelot pulled out his shaft, watching Tiamat coughing violently.

Her face was red and flushed, filled with strings of drool and semen attaching her lips to the tip of his cock; as her long tongue was still white, Tyr moved closer, kissing Lancelot's lips seductively.

"Emperor~ Tyr wants to taste you next—Tia got to swallow all your milk... Please, Tyr wants a turn." She begged while Tiamat glared at Tyr, but Lancelot just slapped her ass and snapped his fingers, creating a small ball of water.

It was the best he could do with the water element, and he grasped a cloth, stepping forward to clean the lovely face of Tiamat; ignoring the scent of his sperm on her breath, he just smiled.

Once clean, he looked at Tyr and shook his head, "We are in a dangerous place; let's head back."

***

Lancelot had been able to calm his strange desire to dominate and make Tiamat submit with just her mouth. However, it was like a candle wick that had been set alight... It was only a matter of time before they lost control once again.

'I just don't want to do anything further just because of this damn urge.' He tried to convince himself as Tyr looked like the most wronged woman in the universe.

He gently lifted her body and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She seemed affected by the act more than he was, her eyes dreamy and her body limp, wrapping around him and making strange sounds nothing like the usual Tiamat. However, he couldn't deny it was cute.

"Let's head back and think about things like that, Tyr—stop sulking. You had so much fun last night and before we left this morning."

"Hmph~ I will go ahead." Tyr looked back at him with a smile—she wasn't mad but seemed to understand him on a deeper level after they had sex. Was it because their races were identical, like with Morgana?

He could only wonder as she flung into the sky and rapidly flew towards Maria's town, disappearing into the clouds.

"Tiamat, are you alright?" Lancelot asked as she looked at him fleetingly before leaning against his chest.

"I am... my body feels strange, like it's not my own constantly burning with desire whenever we are close, or you enter my view..." She admitted, her crimson face turning away while Lancelot sighed—he felt the same way.

"You said that our bloodlines recognise one another—is there something you know about that?" He asked, and Tiamat looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

"The dragon race is a pureblood race that has existed since the beginning of time—normally, those of the same type of blood would be paired and spend the rest of their lives together.

However, dragons are picky creatures and rarely find someone suitable for them, leading to many dying alone." Tiamat explained—Lancelot raised an eyebrow as he didn't expect dragons to be so romantic.

"So, if a dragon meets someone of the same bloodline, they lose control and become mates?"

"..." She didn't answer, hiding her face in the chest of his robes and tunic as if escaping the question.

"Tiamat?"

"Tia....?" He asked again, his fingertips stroking her long horns and a voice whispering into her long ears.

"Only.... if both dragons find each other attraction and desire to mate with the other before their bloodlines become activated..." She muttered, her voice barely audible while Lancelot raised an eyebrow—that sounded impossible.

"That doesn't make sense—you hated me from the start and were so hateful before we gained the bloodline." Lancelot pointed out, but Tiamat shook her head, the scales framing her face turning more a shade of pink than the usual crimson...

"Before then... I desired you, Lancelot... That's why I always acted so hateful... I didn't want you to realise how I felt... Because Guinevere always spoke about you, I didn't want my Lord to be angry." Tiamat admitted while Lancelot's eyes widened—Tiamat liked him from the start?

'Then, what happened to change that?' He wondered but decided not to ask as he stroked her crimson hair, kissing her forehead lovingly.

"Tia... I love you," Lancelot confessed, and Tiamat's golden eyes widened, her face turning crimson as she hid in his robes, muttering softly.

"...Tyr told me that already..." She pouted, and Lancelot laughed—he should've known Tyr would tell Tiamat about his feelings.

"I'm glad Tyr did—otherwise, I wouldn't have realised how you felt." Lancelot smiled, stroking her crimson hair lovingly while Tiamat buried her face deeper into his robes—she was embarrassed!

"Lancelot... My Emperor... I love you too..." She muttered, and Lancelot kissed her forehead lovingly, the two walking towards Maria's town, hand in hand, unaware they were being watched by several figures hidden within the shadows...

"Will Guinevere be okay with this, though?"

"She will—Guinevere understands you better than anyone..." Tiamat responded, stroking his cheek lovingly while Lancelot raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was okay with it.

'Why do I get a bad feeling about this?' He thought while Tiamat smiled, kissing his lips lovingly, her golden eyes staring at him with adoration—it seemed Lancelot had gained another lover...

The pair looked into each other's eyes with a strange glint; it was not the same romantic gaze as before but one of humour, their eyes flicking towards distant bushes. They could hear the rustling of leaves and movements from the people following them; if it weren't for the disgusting stench, neither would be sure who it was.

'They reek of rotting meat and mould...' Lancelot frowned, his eyes looking at Tiamat as she nodded her head—they would play with these stalkers for a bit.

'Should we kill them?' Lancelot mouthed the words, asking her, and Tiamat smirked—she didn't mind killing a few rats.

'Of course.' She replied as Lancelot chuckled, kissing her lips lovingly before they suddenly seemed to vanish—Lancelot drew his blade and headed to the right while Tiamat's mouth began to billow with flames to the left.

Their stalkers panicked as Lancelot appeared behind one, swinging his sword and decapitating the figure before disappearing, Tiamat erupting flames in a large arc—incinerating three others as the final one tried to escape, only to meet Lancelot's cold, ruthless gaze.

"Who are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow while the man trembled—he was a mere low-level necromancer who had just lost all of his lifelong creations... a sense of futility and rage filled his stomach while Lancelot raised an eyebrow—why was a necromancer stalking them?

"Answer quickly—Tia gets annoyed when she needs to wait." He warned, and the man nodded his head, his face pale as a ghost while Tiamat breathed a small stream of flames beside Lancelot, singing his robes slightly.

"W..we are agents from the Necromancy sect—w..we were sent here to investigate the death of a zombie dragon...!" The necromancer admitted, his teeth chattering while Lancelot rolled his eyes—so they were here because of us.

"Is there anyone else nearby?" Tiamat asked, her golden eyes narrowing as she stepped forward, her nails growing longer while Lancelot stood beside her protectively—if this necromancer lied, they would kill him without hesitation.

"T..there is...! A High Necromancer came with us... please have mercy!" The necromancer begged, realising these two were far stronger than he imagined—they decimated his zombies within seconds and showed no remorse...

Shling!

A flash of black steel sliced off his head as Lancelot grasped Tiamat's hand and began to run, his back growing a pair of black and white wings, sending them soaring into the air.

'Shit... the bastard was calling for reinforcements.'