Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

After teasing Lancelot, Marianne left with her robe, seeming to give the maids in order to help him change into something more fitting, as they brought a black and silver suit made of fine spider silk and monster leather.

"Lord Lancelot, our mistress has requested that we help you change into a new set of clothes."

A polite maid who seemed to be around thirty years old, but those who served lords or were troops themselves became hard to tell as her voice was filled with elegance, maturity and wisdom as she professionally helped strip him completely.

[Wow... the future king of all demons, undressed and clothed by human maids...]

Quiet...

They are really good at their jobs.

He didn't feel embarrassed but could swear the mature maid cupped his balls and seemed to measure his phallus while helping him change, but because her face didn't show any sign of embarrassment or lust, he didn't mention it.

"You really like mature women, huh? My cute little husband, do you want me to be mature and sexy?"

Nothing wrong with sexy women in their prime, more skilled and knowing what they desire. If you want to be mature and sexy, my bed is always open.

"My dear king, you know I would be the first in your bed if only you wouldn't be sucked dry in minutes."

We won't know without trying; don't underestimate me.

"Fufu... I'll be sure to remember these words when you're beneath my hips, gasping for mercy."

Tsk... Perverted mare, I will spank that fat ass of yours!

"Please~ Master, Morgana has been a bad, bad girl."

Unknown to the maids who were helping him cleanse his body using magic before finishing his suit and fastening his silver waistcoat with a red flower in the chest pocket.

Currently, Morgana was dancing with her back turned to him, and her buttocks pushed out as she lowered her thong to tease him, her tail dancing in the air, writing, "Cum taste my juicy ass." leaving a pink trail of light.

...

Lancelot could only grimace as his crotch reacted, causing the poor younger maid to let out a yelp with her cheeks flushed red seeing the huge bulge appearing only a few centimetres from her face as her brown eyes looked up at him with an innocent look, like a deer facing a lion with her chestnut hair swaying over her shoulder.

"Forgive me, you are all too beautiful." Lancelot lied with a bitter smile, not wanting to make the poor girl feel awkward, but hearing his words, she just swallowed before nodding and tending to his suit with her needle, adjusting the crotch and pockets to give more room with her trembling hands and bright red face.

"My darling is always flirting and seducing other women, young maidens or seasoned milfs... Lancelot of Camelot has no unwanted women."

Shush, I don't want anyone younger than nineteen!

"Fufu, such a cute man. I really love you. Why do you make my womb and heart so warm and tingly?"

... Fuck!

Lancelot felt he had lost for some reason as he bit his teeth inwardly.

In reality, he felt that Morgana was helping him calm down, able to separate himself from the intense feeling after duelling Marianne with her actions. He was now less likely to fall for any tricks and could think clearly.

He didn't come here to sleep with Marianne or lust for her; Lancelot wanted to make a secret alliance to help each other in the future.

Thanks, Morgana, your lovely, plump ass helped me wake up.

"Ahaha, then reward me with your tongue later?"

Sure, anything you want.

***

"Lord Lancelot, allow me to guide you to the dining room where the lady awaits."

Once again, the mature maid with mouse blonde hair and thin glasses hiding her lovely hazel eyes spoke before slowly guiding him along the hallway's smooth oak wood flooring to a door with engravings depicting horses, lances and beautiful ladies dressed in chainmail battlesuits similar to Lancelot currently wearing with several rings floating in the sky, showing different sceneries of lands that fascinated him.

"May I ask your name?"

The maid looked back, her lips moving for the first time, showing a kind smile, as her soothing voice followed, "Hildegard."

However, despite the gentle voice that felt as if her words were softly stroking his ears and caressing his face, Lancelot himself felt a sense of terror. This woman was one of Marianne's strongest troops and her commander!

He couldn't believe she served as a simple maid and was so humble when treating him like a dear guest.

How...

"Oh My?" Her voice was a little dissonant to his reaction, tilting her head.

"Do you, perchance, know my name?"

It was strange because Marianne had yet to reveal the strength of her army; not Arthur nor even her father knew of the troops she had after Marianne had a dummy commander and troop to trick them whenever they tried to pry.

The appearance of Hildegard and Brunhilde only happened after she tried to usurp the Duke title from her father.

Lancelot didn't care to hide what he knew, instead stopping and giving a polite and elegant bow towards her, "It is with great honour that I meet one of the twin battle maidens who serve Lady Marianne."

"Oh ho ho, I don't know what you mean, young lord. Are you mistaken?"

"Worry not. I am no threat, nor do I have no reason to become your master's enemy, especially one that is like a daughter to you."

Hildegard didn't reply straight away as they slowly started to walk once more, but her eyes became a touch sharper.

"Do you imply our true identity, young lord? Or may I simply ask... how you know of Brunhilde and myself?"

"Young maiden Hildegard, It would be an insult to say I am ignorant, and I'm also afraid I cannot share how I came across such information; however, I am aware of your prowess in battle."

As if finally guessing something, Hildegard nodded her head before pointing at another room door to enter and disappearing without a word. Lancelot knocked twice and entered a tall room decorated much fancier than the arena room. The seats were ornate red leather, while the table was ancient and seemingly expensive to repair, with strange runic inscriptions written across its surface in silver ink.

Lancelot approached the centre of the long rectangular table's headrest; Marianna sat opposite of him as her fox-like eyes glittered mysteriously in the candlelight.

On the table rested the finest food he ever witnessed outside Avalon or Morgana's cooking.

Steamed lobster coated in garlic butter drizzled over greens sauteed in olive oil, medium-cooked rib-eye steak coated in sea salt while surrounded by roasted vegetables presented in art on a black ceramic dish coated in a yellow butter sauce made Lancelot swallowed nervously while smelling the rich scent of the aroma coating his nostrils.

Fresh sourdough bread baked and cut neatly was paired well with olive oils for dipping with soft chocolate cheesecake at the centre with fresh fruits of various types decorating the background with a wine glass goblet near Marianne.

Finally, there were various wines, liquors, and alcohols Lancelot had never encountered before.

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Yet, before tasting this gourmet meal fit for kings...

"Oh, isn't that the same maid as before? How did her breasts shrink, but her ass became more rounded and erotic?"

Morgana's words awoke Lancelot from his idle worship of the amazing meal before a maid ushered him into a seat facing Marianne.

His eyes observed the mature maid with light brown hair tied in long drills, a half-braid and dark blue eyes like sapphires shining in the dark.

"Brunhilde, I presume?"

His question caused the maid named Brunhilde to pause momentarily.

Marianna, enjoying her goblet of wine, laughed a little before putting her chalice down.

"Oh my, how did such a young and handsome man with no background discover my biggest secret? It's rather intriguing."

Marianne's words were filled with both aggression, curiosity and a slight touch of playfulness as she leaned back, her off-shoulder dress slipped down, revealing her alluring curves wrapped in that exquisite white lace bodice corset highlighting Marianne's stunning form like an hourglass.

"..." Lancelot kept quiet about how he discovered her hidden commanders but instead decided to answer cryptically because her sacred guard, the Einherjar, currently protected the entire room each maid, even the cute girl with brown eyes that blushed at his crotch was a highly trained battle maiden and likely equal to Marimo or Ikumi in strength.

Yet Marianne kept that secret hidden because Arthur searched high and low to make sure she could never stand against them, using both her mother's weak heart and other tricks to keep her shackled down until her mother finally gave her daughter the freedom to avoid her falling to the clutches of Uther and Arthur who killed the Emperor and no longer needed to keep pretences.

Her commanders being strong maidens was unknown.

However, Lancelot guessed it would bring unwanted trouble as Marianne likely sent the Einherjar somewhere to gain more power for the final part of her mother's recovery procedure from Uther's cruel methods of punishment.

But after her defeat at Arthur's hands, she lost everything piece by piece.

"I would prefer not to tell you how I know."

"However, the Einherjar being your most powerful secret and trump card to save your mother, I must give an equally valuable secret of my own before you can relax, right?"

"Are you willing to listen to me speak without interruption and remain calm if my secret is also important, Marianna Le Fay?"

"... Is your knowledge about my Einherjar so significant you dare test me like this?"

"Hmmmm, I know of all the maids I've seen today. All of them are members of your secret force, and you are currently having most of them hold a dummy territory in the demon kingdoms to avoid being found by Arthur."

"..." Marianna narrowed her narrow vulpine eyes before giving a glance at Brunhilde, who disappeared in a flash the next moment her spear lunged towards Lancelot, but his face was undisturbed, as a beautiful demoness manifested, her black scaled gloves grasping the silver spear and held it in place with a peaceful smile on her face.

Morgana's voluptuous body, her lewd attire showcasing the valley between her round milk udders that far outmatched Marianne's, caused the commander Brunhilde to backstep instantly.

"Haa, haa..." Morgana floated onto Lancelot's lap before sitting casually while crossing her legs as if watching the entertainment unfold. Marianne glared daggers toward Morgana, who licked Lancelot's cheek, moaning a little erotically.

"By the way, Marianna, I need you to feed me; that way, my Lancelot knows I am happy following his command, unlike this unruly slut commanding her subordinates to attack my future king."

"Don't cause trouble, Morgana."

"Mmhm~ then serve me lots later, darling."

Lancelot didn't fear the attack from the start; even without Morgana showing off to earn a reward, he was confident in stopping the attack alone.

"Allow me to introduce my commander and wife. Morgana, Queen of the succubi and daughter of the missing king of Avalon."

"Is this enough of a secret for you to lower your aggression, little Valkyrie?"

Marianne looked at him as if analysing the situation before she sipped her dark wine, the thick ichor staining her lips as she seductively licked them clean.

"Then, knowing everything and my enemy. What is your request?"

Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, taking a goblet of the same ichor, smelling the scent, enjoying the warm tones of dark berries and caramel mixed with a smokey tobacco flavour.

"I want an alliance with you."