Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot spent quite some time practising after lessons were over—he asked both of his commanders and even Ikumi to join in on the brutal training as he stood sweating heavily from the intense combat while the girls were no better with several bruises and small cuts from his wooden swords.

"Master... why are you so angry?" Ikumi asked as Lancelot wiped the sweat off his body—the sun was not high in the sky as the heat became humid—clouds covered the city as the smell of rain filled the air—it seemed it would begin to pour soon as he sighed softly.

"I don't know... I feel irritated and angry for some reason, and it keeps rising." Lancelot revealed as Ikumi and Morgana listened attentively while Edward and Maria practised using their weapons—their fighting style was different as she fought aggressively with magic and graceful movements, like a dance on ice, while Edward was like Guinevere in many ways—heavy and defensive.

"Perhaps you are frustrated at yourself for being weak..." Morgana commented as Ikumi nodded in agreement—they both believed he was angry due to the recent attack and fear of letting those precious to him get hurt.

"Maybe..."

"Wanna go another round?"

He asked them, but all of them turned away and seemed not to wish to take part, causing him to feel a little sad—he shook his head and cracked his back before an unlikely person responded, "I would love to fight you without holding back, a real training session together... Master."

Nuriel, a combat-type seraphim who loved fighting compared to Morgana in close combat, was several times stronger but lost to Morgana when it came to magic.

This girl was strange since Morgana rarely trained with her and was weaker overall, but Nuriel agreed to challenge Lancelot.

"Alright... let's see how strong a seraph is—we can use swords and magic, right?" Lancelot asked since he felt curious about the seraphim as they rarely acted together, and she was quite a new troop of his—only seeing Nuriel before he nodded seriously.

"Of course... I will use this... Begin whenever you are ready."

Nuriel lowered her posture before creating a silver spear just over one hundred and sixty centimetres, while Lancelot used two longswords and stepped back, watching the six-winged angel carefully.

Unlike Morgana, who liked magic and ranged combat, Nuriel preferred pure close combat with heavy magic attacks—she specialized in defence, unlike Morgana, who focused on magic, stealth and illusionary techniques...

Like a flash, Nuriel appeared instantly, faster than Lancelot could see, as her spear swept out, aiming for his abdomen—using instinct alone, he used both swords to block while his divine eyes watched the incredible speed and force she hit with and timed the moment to flick his wrists to deflect her blow, and hit her with a devastating knee to her abdomen, causing a loud thud as he hit her plate chestpiece.

As expected... She fights like a superhuman, unlike Morgana. Lancelot concluded, using one blade to chop at Nuriel's legs—with a stomp, her body lifted into the air as she lifted her spear and blocked his second sword while swinging sideways, aiming at his neck—stepping back, Lancelot deflected with his right arm's black scales, the sparks getting in his grey eye as he closed it tight.

"Damn..."

Before he could curse, he noticed the spear tip flying at his eyes as he flicked his sword, smashing hers away, followed by a spin attack with his two blades aimed at Nuriel's limbs—it seemed like Lancelot got lucky as his sword pierced her shoulder plate, drawing a line of silver blood.

However, Nuriel ignored it before copying Lancelt, thrusting her spear and elbowing his face, before twisting her body swiftly while using her spear tip to lift Lancelot's swords and kick him in the abdomen—the sharp impact made him grit his teeth as he twisted his body and kicked her back, hitting her right arm as she blocked it, forcing space between them again.

"Master... you, I want to do this more often!" Nuriel was strange, her body glowing with a golden glow, causing Lancelot to feel excited, too!

She rushed forth, kicking off the floor violently with Lancelot meeting her head-on as both weapons clashed intensely, the shockwaves blowing the others' clothes roughly, causing Maria to turn bright red, covering herself as Edward stared unblinkingly—noticing both Nuriel and Lancelot were injured but still eager to fight harder!

"What is that power? Is that divine energy...?" Maria whispered—as her fairy whispered into her ear, she noticed Nuriel's body emitting strange energy, overwhelming Lancelot's ether.

"Tsk!"

"Hah!"

Nuriel seemed to have the upper hand, but Lancelot used neither his Dominus nor other powers; his eyes were constantly glowing, watching the seraph's every move as their melee became brutally intense, causing both their wounds to become worse.

"My lovely husband is too crazy..." Morgana spoke, watching both Lancelot and Nuriel display their fighting prowess—it was the first time they had seen a seraph fight so fiercely!

They clashed continuously, causing the wind to spiral around them, as Lancelot's black scales began to cover his entire body slowly—the strength of a seraph surprised him greatly since Nuriel did not seem tired despite having dozens of cuts while Lancelot breathed deeply, struggling to keep up.

"Strong..." He cursed quietly as Nuriel heard him clearly—she smiled brightly before attacking him quickly, trying to end the sparring match swiftly because she was bluffing! Her divine power was running low, so much so that her wounds stopped recovering a long time ago!

Her eyes were no longer filled with pride and arrogance but respect and delight. Lancelot's determination pushed her beyond her limits—making her discover a weakness in her body! It felt wonderful to learn of her limitations!

"Come, My Master!"

Lancelot used all of his strength as dark wings spread out from his back, propelling his attacks faster as the two began to fight in the air, the clang of steel and divine energy fluttering with searing hot sparks of metal and divine ether—both their weapons shattered as Lancelot used his dragon scaled claws to grab Nuriel's throat and punch her across the face.

"Fufu~ master is a beast... look at you." Morgana grinned as Lancelot landed harshly on the ground, breathing deep breaths while slamming Nuriel down, pressing her into the wooden floor, almost snapping the enchanted planks with force—his wings disappeared as both fighters dropped their guard.

"How do seraphim train...? Do you have a dungeon or something similar?" Lancelot asked curiously as Nuriel lay beneath him, breathing deeply with a silly smile on her lips—the others saw a strange light in her eyes that seemed odd—Edward looked away with a cough as Maria blushed gently.

Morgana walked forth, swaying her large buttocks with more confidence and sex appeal than ever after becoming a mother; she just ignored the sexual tension, tapping Lancelot's cheeks softly, "Honey, you are bleeding everywhere... Come on, let's bathe and treat our wounds."

"Huh? Ah... Okay... sorry, Nuriel—want to go again later or tomorrow?" Lancelot offered as Nuriel nodded instantly—Maria and Edward were shocked as Ikumi sat, resting her chin in her palms with a lazy expression.

"Does Master want to sleep with Nuri-Nuri too?" Ikumi asked innocently—Lancelot froze awkwardly as Morgana laughed happily—her naughty fingers rubbing against his shoulders as Edward and Maria seemed speechless... This girl was strange!

"Uhm... Yes..." Lancelot answered truthfully—Morgana looked shocked. He answered honestly while massaging his shoulders, making his bones crack and click into a place where they were broken or fractured from the fight with Nuriel. At the same time, Ikumi seemed depressed as Edward scratched his head awkwardly.

"Nuriel, we should practice more—I never fought a seraph before... but it was an amazing experience." Lancelot praised sincerely—Nuriel blushed brightly with her fair complexion and white hair shining under the sunlight as Maria, Laura, and Edward awkwardly left the room after watching both of them bleed all over the place—they felt dizzy just thinking about it...

"Why are they flirting after beating each other senseless...." Edward couldn't understand.

"Eh... Lancelot was really sexy when fighting, the determined look and those muscles...." Maria, out of character, spoke out as the voices began to quieten as they left the area.

Soon, it was time to go to Avalon! Lancelot held Morgana's hand tenderly, along with Ikumi and Nuriel, teleporting into Avalon's core! His home was now connected to the training area!

Within Avalon, Morgana pulled Lancelot towards the bath—seeing his battered body, she felt a little pain in her chest, while Nuriel was also pulled along, causing her face to turn bright red, seeing Morgana and Lancelot get naked instant, with Ikumi jumping into the deep, hot baths good for healing.

Sumika was more polite and climbed in after showering her body, but all the women didn't care about revealing themselves, as some even complimented their hair management.

[Tyr has completely submitted to your punishment and is now loyal to your cause!]

"Ah... I forgot I made her clear a path in the forest..."

"Lancelot..."

"That poor girl, she has been there for days... almost a week!"