Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot stood in the centre of the arena; his arms suddenly spread wide a mixture of silver and pink energy began to swirl around his body, crackling with a heavy pressure that even Merlin felt a sense of terror.

His silver hair blew back, windswept, as his beautiful eyes shimmered, a piercing grey before they closed, a look of serenity on his face.

The entire arena was silent, only the slight shuffling of women and girls trying to see this handsome, ethereal male.

All curious about HOW he could hide such good looks for so long; however, several women looked guilty and angry.

Like their special secret was now lost.

In the next moment, their hearts, minds and souls were stolen as his deep and charming voice echoed; the solemn but gripping song was melodic and romantic, and the entire arena began to crackle with the huge pressure.

Ode to my beloved Succubus Queen,

In twilight's grasp, your allure seen.

A mortal man, enthralled by your art,

Devoted to you, body and heart.

His arms began to move as if in a dance with an invisible beauty as his body danced around the arena, oblivious to others.

As his song, his proposal continued.

Dark desires intertwine, our destinies entwined,

In your seduction, my soul refined.

I, the mortal king, your faithful devotee,

Ensnared in your charm, bound eternally.

Through the night's embrace, your essence burns,

A temptress fair, each passion yearns.

Your gaze, a spell, draws me near,

Lost in the depths of desire and fear.

With lips of crimson, you whisper your plea,

A succubus' touch, you offer me.

In shadows, we dance, an eternal duet,

Where pleasure and pain together beget.

The song began to change, becoming more passionate as his hips and body danced a more sensual and sexy dance, like a fiery tango mixed with the passionate salsa, causing many girls to feel a sense of attraction alluded to his body.

In the realm of dreams, we entwine,

In your embrace, divine and malign.

In your embrace, I find my release,

A union forbade a love without peace.

For you, my Queen, I'd surrender my will,

To quench the longing, my heart's fiery thrill.

Together we'll wander, a duality's reign,

In the depths of darkness, love's bittersweet stain.

Dark desires intertwine, our destinies entwined,

In your seduction, my soul refined.

I, the mortal king, your faithful devotee,

Ensnared in your charm, bound eternally.

Once again, he repeated the chorus, some even swaying along to the melody, while the teachers were more focused on the huge pattern now painted on the ground, a strange summoning symbol.

Unlike a normal commander, she felt very dark, sensual and alluring.

In the night's embrace, our passion shall rise,

The Succubus Queen and her mortal prize.

Forever united, in love's twisted embrace,

A symphony of darkness, our souls interlace.

Lancelot stopped his song momentarily, a pink and silver light dancing around his body, entwining, twirling around as if resembling the mortal king and the succubus queen in their dance against destiny.

'Now, I need to summon my troop...!' He thought as the back of his right hand began to glow with pink light, feeling his chest tighten; his heart's racing sounded in his ears while he struggled to breathe.

'I know not who you are or your desires for me. But I will sing for you... She who makes my heart feel free!'

The swirling lines of silver and pink began to pulsate around him, forming a beautiful summoning symbol that covered his entire body.

Something unheard of as many of the "elite" looks at him with jealous faces.

Evaine watched as the boy who teased her no, the man.

His eyes, those verses, and the serious face he showed caused her to feel a tight sensation in her chest.

As if she might lose something important if she didn't take action.

She stood frozen in the centre of the summoning circle, watching the beautiful Lancelot with her heart throbbing, unable to move.

In the stands, Lady Guinevere's eyes were no longer dismissive, looking upon the world as if there was no colour or meaning to be alive.

Her beautiful blue eyes shimmered like aquamarines as she watched Lancelots dance, her heart feeling excited.

"What will you summon... My handsome knight?" She muttered as her maids were too busy to hear her words and report them to her father.

Lancelot stepped forward, his body exuding a magical sensation as if fairy dust was fluttering from his body, as he approached Evaine with graceful steps.

"Forgive me, maiden; I must pay the toll to summon my lady."

Evaine just nodded, her eyes watching his soft, red lips before he suddenly stood before her, a head taller, before he dipped her slowly into a ballroom-like dance position as they circled the room.

"Dance with me, instructor," Lancelot said with a grin.

Evaine felt her heart beating erratically, wondering if it was because she was afraid of getting dizzy or because of his sudden gallant dance before she closed her eyes and let her body move in rhythm with him.

Their bodies were covered in brilliant lights, silver for Lancelot as it was powerful, rampant and enveloped the pink and blue lights resembling Evaine and the succubus queen.

Once again, he began to chant his wondrous sound, the words and melody like magic, melting Evaines brain as she pressed against him in their enchanting dance.

She felt Captivated because his grey eyes were staring at her.

With a slight blue glow surrounding his charming eyes, Evaine forgot this song was for his summoning ritual. Instead, she felt he was courting her.

With incantations whispered low,

I summon thee, my love, to show.

Through ancient rites, our worlds collide,

In this sacred union, let us reside.

As the verses cease, the ritual complete,

I beckon thee, my Succubus, to meet.

In shadows deep, our souls entwine,

Bound by love's enchantment, forever thine.

His lips touched hers gently, her mouth trembling as his warmth and taste were a heavenly sin, the thrill she felt making her feel hot and tingly in her spine.

Illusions of lust and affection were her last fleeting thoughts that flickered through her head before being torn from Lancelot's embrace.

Her head spinning as she felt her vision fade away.

A burst of pink blossoms exploded from the arena, blocking all who watched. Even Merlin's keen eyes saw nothing but the pink mist and beautiful flowers.

Inside...

A beautiful woman embraced Lancelot; her body was tall with soft skin, eyes golden like the morning sun.

Her hair was long, glossy and thick as the purple strands glistened in the pink mist, as two horns sprouted from her head.

Lancelot couldn't help but be captivated, by her wondrous white feathered wings, like an angel, yet her red lips alluring like a devil.

'This woman... I know her!''

She wore a black dress with grace and allure and a cute crown atop her horned head.

"Such a wonderful summoning, my beloved King."

"I am Morgana, the lady of darkness. Your future Queen and the ruler of all Succubi."

"Kiss me and seal our pact."

Lancelot wanted to scream, but he couldn't speak a word, just gazing into her golden eyes.

The devil smiled gracefully, eyes twinkling with mischief as she stepped closer, her plump chest barely covered by the thin fabric.

Morgana giggled sensually, pressing her bust against Lancelot's chest, filling his body with a strange burst of energy and power.

His muscles began to wriggle, and with each moment, he could feel unbearable pain, but he bit his lips because he felt that this was improving his body...

He could feel his body changing...

"Please, Kiss me, my King, accept my love."

Lancelot felt something inside him burn with passion and lust, the feeling of ecstasy almost making him crazy.

He suddenly felt Morgana's hot tongue entering his mouth, kissing him fervently as she wrapped him in her white wings, a strange feeling as if something was pouring into his body, yet it didn't feel wrong, but pleasant and joyous.

And then he felt her soft breast through the fabric, arousing him more and more, moaning in the kiss as her tongue ravished his own.

Lancelot could no longer differentiate his pleasure from the pain of the transformation, but it still felt good as his body grew and transformed,

Morgana's sweet voice echoed in his mind.

[I am...now eternally yours...]

The world became hazy as the woman continued to kiss him, and then his world drowned in the woman's voice, and the feeling of her hot flesh, their tongues dancing, and they were one...

Suddenly, everything scattered, and all that remained were the pink blossoms.

His body felt more powerful, and his arms and muscles obeyed his commands instantly.

She was now standing before him, a smaller version of the woman that enchanted him, like a 19-year-old version of her.

"Forgive me... My power is only able to give you this much..." She said apologetically as her delicate fingers stroked his cheeks.

On the back of her left hand was a pair of swords and a black throne, similar to his Lord mark from the last life... but only one sword appeared in that life.

In contrast, on his hand was a cute little image of Morgana, with two cute wings and her soft red lips blowing him a kiss.

"Morgana."

He called her name before kissing her soft lips, embracing her tightly. They embraced each other, feeling their bodies merge and their hearts beat in unison.

Lancelot could feel it as their lips parted, her cute face looking at him dazedly.

If he were to die, so would she and the same if she were to die.

They were completely linked.

But he couldn't understand why.