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Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands. Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out. A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy! "You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! " These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments. "Should my blade break, I will use my body!" The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive. "If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!" Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone. All hope seemed lost. "And if my Soul fails..." What could a single man and his army do? He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve. "I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!" But he was too weak, too fragile. The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy. Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint. Miracles were beyond his reach. Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne. His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground. Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes. His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire. Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him. Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again. He desired to fight for the people who supported him. Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this. As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him. It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again. "If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?" Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind. A frail and broken voice 'There is no reason to ask, of course!' "No matter the cost?" 'Even if I were to lose everything...' 'If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!' "You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious." "Will you still accept?" The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity. To lose that caused his mind to falter. Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm. Lancelot reached out. Towards the raspy voice. Towards the abyss. Towards a new future. [So you would accept after all...] 'I must accept.' 'I must stand tall.' 'I must not break.' 'Because...' 'I am the Lord of humanity! [Nay, you are the king of demons] -------------- Release @ 22:30 (GMT+1)

Lunatic_Pandora · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter 31: The Queen's Pride [2]

Bang!

The fireballs spat from the Domina succubi and exploded, causing several of the Volken to explode into flames—their skin began to bubble before their bellies expanded before their spikes began to fire randomly into the air.

"Kreeeee!" Their twisted screams sounded as they howled into the air.

Morgana grabbed and pushed her hand forward before a spear formed from the black mist, forming a huge spear with a thick blade for slicing and a sharp tip for stabbing.

"All Units, Obliterate the enemy."

"Nel, I leave the command to you and Marimo—continue to bombard them."

"My Queen!?" The four succubi exclaimed as they watched her float into the air, covered in a powerful aura of both pink and black.

"I will thin their numbers. Because Lancelot Exists, I cannot die forever... But you all can!"

"Remember his last order!"

'Stupid girls...'

"Yes, your Highness!"

Woosh!

With a single flap of her four wings, the black and white feathers fluttered in the air, where she vanished as Morgana approached the large group of over 200 Volken.

Despite their pre-emptive assault, only a few dozen died.

"Ah~ how exciting it is to be fighting for that person... Sleep well, darling~ endure the bliss of improving in your sleep~ accidental discharge?"

"Fufu, let me suck it out of your pants and quilt!"

Morgana didn't feel fear or anything close when faced with these monsters—her spear began to twirl around in her hand as she located the leader.

'Where are you.'

Her eyes gleamed red through the visor as she stopped the larger Volken with her own power, his spikes packing quite the punch.

'I see... A unique spawned. No wonder it's trying too hard to bark for new territory.'

"Let me deliver your pretty horns to my beloved Lord!"

Pah!

Her body shot towards the large Volken before several fireballs and ice lances rained down on the entire pack of Volken that suddenly began to charge the wooden walls.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The impact of the long icicles, around 30cm long and 10cm wide, completely tore through the black fur of the dogs, making their guts and brains explode, followed by self-destruction.

Thousands of sharp needles began to spray in all directions from the dying Volken.

Slash!

Morgana's body darted between the mangy dogs, her spear's black blade tearing them apart as it cut their soul into shreds; her attack didn't affect their bodies, so they didn't explode.

Like lifeless husks, they all fell to the ground as new dogs lunged—she flung them into the air, smashing them with her legs.

Ker-pak!

Their heads burst open from the impact as blood splattered against her face and chest.

"Another~ darling, can you feel my love? Ahh~ I'm so excited!"

"Gawrrrrruuuu!"

Suddenly the huge Volkens body lept into the air before hundreds of spikes shot towards Morgana and the distant wall, following its loud howl of aggression.

'Shit... It's serious.'

The Queen of the Night's eyes gleamed red—her spear gripped tightly in her hand as her wings began to flutter even faster.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The spikes collided with a volley of explosive fireballs and black light from her spear, each impact causing slight scars and wounds to her arms and body, its flames tearing through her black armour, filling the area with smoke as Morgana continued to flutter.

Pah!

'Damn it... This stupid dog and my accursed limit!'

Her spear swished through the air before shooting down to the Volken—the black blade became like a double-edged sword as it split open its skull and into its brain.

However, the damage had increased greatly as the body's spirit faded, dropping another to the ground, the Volken all leaping forward to protect their Lord, which slowly retreated backwards while shooting flaming spikes towards Morgana, forcing her to dodge or take damage.

'Shit, there are too many.'

Morgana glanced at the village walls—the mass of Volken was gradually consuming them, especially now that she was taking hits and not killing enough.

She saw the sharp spikes of the Volken pierce one of the Frost Hares before Marimo's Black foot kicked it from the wall, letting it explode and kill another dozen of its brethren.

Her shield and spear were accurate as she ignored her own bloody body.

Morgana felt a sense of kinship towards her...

'If It's her, then maybe she can help too...'

'My king... I will now use your power without permission.'

'Forgive me!'

Her hands flashed as she grabbed the bottom of her breastplate, snapping the lock and chain off before shoving it into a pouch on her leg.

'You bastards... I won't let you sully My Kings, FIRST DAY!'

Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

The world stopped moving as Morgana's body began to pulsate, her body glowing a dark purple as energy swarmed from the atmosphere and Lancelot.

[Summon Drive Engaged]

A summoned commander could use this ability only if their Lord allowed them full control. This was something most would never do as they feared betrayal—this power was something that could achieve just that.

"Ugh...." Blood oozed from Morgana's lips as her seal was temporarily lifted, her body not able to take the full stress of the sheer amount and density of her own Ether.

Her body became purple, her wings became eight four of each colour, while her entire body seemed to radiate black mist, sickening, alluring, intoxicating, beautiful, terrifying.

The succubus Queen had awakened.

"Tch... Too much power."

Ker-pak! Ker-pak! Ker-pak!

Her wings ripped through the air as she charged forward, her spear flashing back and forth as she skewered every Volken in front of her, instantly killing dozens of them and turning their bodies into small piles of ash.

'For you... all the pain... Ugh..... for you... A thousand lifetimes...'

Ker-pak! Ker-pak! Ker-pak! Ker-pak!

Her spear stabbed into the head of the Volken Leader, the others exploding behind her as she stood victorious, looking down at the monster's corpse with contempt.

But she didn't finish; the remaining Volken could finally move, yet their bodies radiated towards her.

She lifted her beautiful hand into the sky, a huge orb of flames swirling around like a meteorite made of black fire, twirling, pulling more and more Ether as it grew to the size of a small car.

Her eyes narrowed the red lights looking at the dogs below her with scorn, disgust and hatred.

'Lancelot~ Lancelot~ Lancelot~ Lancelot~ Lancelot~ Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Do you seek me? Am I pretty?'

There was no longer a battlefield in her mind, only the beautiful dance of Lancelot, the beautiful Hymnal he sang for her as she lowered her hand.

Their Queen, their beloved, their succubus.

Morgana's curse was that her beauty was too great, not just her visual beauty, but her Ether was too pure, causing even the divines to seek her hand in marriage...

Only the old tales of her father stopped them.

She forgot these things at this moment, only wanting to help Lancelot.

Yet they now knew she was in the mortal planes of Avalon!

Then...

Her huge ball of black flames exploded on the remaining Volken, causing an explosion that flattened the whole army.

'RAAH!'

Her wings fluttered as she looked around, finding that the battle had ceased, with the enemy being turned to ash.

Her eyes drifted over to the village, where a crowd of hares stared at her in horror and awe.

'I am a little sleepy... Lancelot... Can I sleep with you, just like her?'

As she slowly flew towards the village, her wings became particles of light as they faded into the sky due to her lack of Ether before she crashed from the skies and landed in a pile of broken and burning wood.

"Guha..."

Morgana's face peeked from the rubbish as she pulled herself out, the black scales now cracked and crumbling into dust.

"Nel, what are the results?" She spoke with a hoarse voice, stumbling to her feet with a bloody, naked body, with countless Volken spines pentrating her body.