Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

When it came to Evaine, Lancelot transformed into a different beast as he rushed towards her private room using his ether at the maximum capacity and slammed into her room just to make sure she was alright, only to find her standing looking in the mirror and itching her ass...

Ah... She's fine! He thought, ignoring her vulgar state as she looked at him with a shocked face, staggered to her seat and fell with a small thud.

His eyes looked at her pale face before moving closer and sitting beside her and holding her hand like she was going to die or was a sick patient. "Are you alright?" He whispered into her ear, trying to calm his raging heart.

"Y-You saw nothing! Right?" Evaine didn't shake his hand but instead held it tightly, stroking his hand as she seemed worried.

"I noticed you admiring yourself in the mirror and itching yourself, but it was still quite sexy, so you get a pass."

Pah!

Evaine hit him with a plushie before screeching and biting his forearm, her teeth and saliva covering him as she slowly recovered from her outburst of anger.

"You're supposed to say no... say no—I saw nothing, my queen!"

Lancelot just shook his head before looking serious. His eyes focused on hers as she swallowed her saliva, wondering why he looked so angry. "Evaine!"

"I am a simple man; if I see a nice ass, I can never deny there was a nice ass!"

She looked at this man who had taken her virginity, beaten her despite being nearly half her age, and now who made her chest violently race just to be able to see his face and feel his warmth so close...

Evaine looked into his serious eyes, the eyes like he was swearing an oath to god... and couldn't help it as her stomach started to twitch, and she began bellowing with laughter.

"Hahaha..hahaha...ahahah.... really? That's it? Hahaha..."

Her laughter echoed out of her room as Lancelot grew more confused by her response. Finally, she grabbed his neck and placed her forehead against his, smiling happily.

"What else am I supposed to expect from this perverted kid? What I want to know is how could you dare sleep with me when you are so foolish!"

Before Lancelot could even respond, her lips covered his, and she began to push her tongue through his teeth, aggressively taking over his mouth while Lancelot struggled to keep up as her tongue moved around playfully before she broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them as she licked his lips happily...

"My idiot, you don't have time to come flirt with your wife; we must prepare for war, yes?"

Lancelot nodded dumbfoundedly before she opened her blouse and began to take off her clothes; with the flick of her wrist, the door and entire window were closed and locked, and the metal shutters came down out of nowhere.

"But you see, my sexy little lover... I am horny and want to have sex. So I will Veto your little war."

Evaine stood from her chair, leaning against his as her lips just pressed against Lancelot's lightly—her eyes were so pure and bright that he was stunned. "So, you wanted to date but came here like a worried husband after learning something, and I might be in danger, right?"

He nodded, confirming her words as her hands stroked his cheeks gently, and their eyes focused solely on each other's as Lancelot felt his heart pound rapidly like never before—the blood vessels in his brain pounded along with its beat.

"Do you know how wet I am right now? Seeing you so desperate to protect and help me... ah, such a lovely man... I'm going to eat you."

Her words were soft but filled with sugar and seduction, and Lancelot wasn't strong enough to resist her because she was special to him, and this was a side he had never seen before... It was exciting!

The feeling of her lips gently brushing against his as she spoke, the slightly wet sensation from her lipgloss that tasted of cherry... His mind entered a daze as she spoke sweet nothings in his ears, kissing them sensually before whispering again.

"That's why I veto everything, and now you're going to fuck me, then we will go on our date like nothing happened and fuck again!"

Lancelot found his arms grabbing her waist as she wrapped herself around him, and before long, he was fucking her in her office chair... Her moans filled his ears as they both went wild, releasing all the pent-up feelings they had for each other until they were satisfied...

He never knew this kind of Evaine, and she was learning more and more about the man who took her first. It was a wild and violent session that completely ruined her office, leaving traces all around before she finally submitted to him and lay bent over her desk with that ass he so loved in full view, dripping with his seed.

***

Meanwhile,  Guinevere was walking to the Avalon teleports before one of the upper teachers named Gawain appeared from the corner and looked at her with a strange smile.

"Greetings, Princess Guinevere—I have something I need to speak to you about. Could you join me?"

Guinevere looked at the teacher Gawain—she never liked this man who stood on the side of her family's competitors and enemies, and suddenly, he had something to say when Lancelot had already warned her to be wary of the teachers she didn't know well.

It was just by luck that Edward and several other students she knew were passing, with Maria and Laura, that she politely bowed to the instructor, Gawain.

"Please excuse me, Instructor Gawain—I am currently rushing to meet with another lord in Avalon, and it cannot wait—maybe another time, in an official place with others present."

Edward immediately understood what was happening; the air had been tense ever since he arrived today, and he also received the text that some of the instructors may be part of rebel forces against the crown and the current empress. The instructors, who normally walked around peacefully, were secretly stalking like predators.

"Oh, business, I see. I wonder if it relates to that student... Lancelot du Lac? Maybe you can contact him and say you will be late...Princess?"

Guinevere no longer smiled and instead lost her gentle tone. "I would rather meet with my future husband than deal with you, who impolitely accosted me when I was about to enter Avalon. So please excuse me!"

Instructor Gawain smiled cruelly as he stopped blocking her path but instead nodded and bowed formally, apologising for the trouble.

However, his eyes, which were dark with rage and disgust, were hidden when he bowed, but still gave Guinevere chills before Edward quickly sent a message to Lancelot asking where he was and explaining the situation.

Many people were watching, so Instructor Gawain walked away, heading towards his office, most likely, but someone was watching all of this from a high place as he stroked his greying beard. "Oh my, it seems that we will have to take action sooner than later..."

Merlin's figure faded into smoke in the next moment as if he was never there and nobody had even recognised his presence.

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Lancelot felt a little stunned by how wild Evaine was as he walked out of her office, the scent of her cheap air freshener doing nothing to mask the intense smell of intercourse, but he could only look back at her satisfied face as she mouthed.

Prepare for tonight—don't be going limp on me.

He waved back at her and then jogged towards the exit because he wanted to visit home first and let Morgana and the others know his plans.

What surprised him was the strange actions of instructor Gawain... After reading both Guinevere and Edwards's texts, he became confused.

"That guy didn't even appear in the rebellion because he died in our first year... I am sure Merlin said he was defending his city from an enemy siege and fell to an assassin's blade?"

Wait... But now that I think about it, more than seven instructors died in the first year... Merlin claimed it was a demon attack, a kind of demon wave... but was that the truth? Or just given to us to believe as we were weak first years?

Lancelot contemplated deeply before shaking his head, focusing on heading home...

Suddenly, a notification appeared in his vision showing two new messages, but before he could check the sender, an overwhelming amount of ether enveloped him, and he felt blacked out before he appeared inside a strange circle surrounded by twenty people who wore cloaks and had masked faces...

Lancelot tried to move, but the overwhelming ether force that kept him suppressed was too powerful. In fact, even his senses were affected as he tried to send messages, only to realise communications outside of this circle were blocked...

"We caught the little insect that was ruining our plans, right? Why does he look like a mere first-year student... are you all insane?"

A voice echoed out as Lancelot struggled to free himself but failed... Yet, he refused to give up because he felt that this group were not here to ask questions but meant to kill him... They were planning to kill him.

Am I in a pinch right now?

I cannot summon, cannot use my dominus, and there are three people stronger than the demon lords I fought in Avalon the other day...