Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot's body began to once again dance with his swords. The beautiful melody as they cut through the air was enchanting.

'These swords are not ideal; my new body needs custom-made blades.'

He opened his grey eyes, which seemed filled with a new light.

One ready for battle.

The level-up phenomenon was something that Lancelot himself didn't know much about or understand.

He remembered that some said it was due to the killer gaining the experience of the slain member's soul.

While others claim it's the work of a divine being.

The truth was simple, a mixture of both.

A divine being devised a way for races to improve and evolve.

She then weaved this into a runic pattern and embedded this into every existence, from the bugs in the soil to the birds in the air.

Even the planet Eltura itself.

As technology moved on, people could quantify and identify this phenomenon, and those who chose to become Lords would share this nectar with their summoned troops.

The more troops, the less share everyone gained. This also meant no troop ever became useless.

No matter how low they were, a goblin could one day fight a god if they fought enough battles and survived.

'Nostalgic, those guys were so weak when we started, but now I won't be summoning goblins.'

'However, even if nostalgic. I will pick another race, a race that cover's what I lack.'

'Ranged capabilities and covert action.'

"Morgana, fight as you wish. The red scorpion is for you to defeat. I don't need a figurehead as my queen." Lancelot's deep voice sounded before turning away from her.

His feet spread slightly, the dirt creating a small dent.

Woosh!

Lancelot lunged forward, his blades glimmering brightly as he jumped towards the huge blue scorpion.

With a flick of his left wrist and thrust, the blade tip penetrated the joints that connected the scorpion's front legs and body.

The attack caused the blue arachnid to drop.

His assault wasn't finished.

His feet used the hard legs like ladders to leap up to the scorpion's head one jump at a time, his body like a bird in the sky.

Before his right arm tore across the eyes of the blue scorpion brutally, his slash burst its balls of vision into disgusting meat and paste.

"Haha~" He laughed as his attack became an onslaught.

The blades of his weapons danced around the blue scorpion, carving away its armour. It was like he was dancing, but his strikes were fast and brutal, like a tiger with its claws.

This was not a skill or talent he had gained from levelling up.

But with skill and technique, he honed; as his left sword stabbed forward, the right would slash across, with his twirling body, deflecting and tearing at the opponent while building momentum for the next stab.

His footwork and movements are impeccable to avoid counterattacks based on his dance.

Woosh!

A claw of the blue scorpion came at him, but in a spin, he deflected it, pushing it into the ground where the blade tore through.

Lancelot stood still in the middle of the blue arachnid, a few drops of sweat falling from his head to the ground below.

Now with both front claws buried into the ground, the scorpion lifted itself and pounced at Lancelot.

The knight blocked the attack; his defence was flawless, using the body of his right blade to divert the power of the blow, causing him to twirl in the air, then using the sharp blade to deflect the final sharp tips from harming him.

The force was extreme; even defending the blow, he took considerable damage.

Health 92% -> 51%

However, his body was sent into the air, the scorpion's tail stabbing towards him, but he used his feet to strike against it, launching his body out of harm's way.

Lancelot's health was in the red.

His body was soaked with sweat; his clothes clung to his body, leaving no gap; even the leather armour on his chest glistened.

Using the blade in his hand, Lancelot deflected the stinger of the blue scorpion, driving it deep into its abdomen.

Then with a sharp kick, he smashed the creature to the ground, a sickening squelch sounding.

It felt like the creature was crying in pain with its strange scream, but Lancelot showed no mercy; leaping onto its back, he flicked both swords before stabbing down where its spine connected to his organs.

"Killing it!" he exclaimed, his grey eyes showing no mercy as the swords tore through the beast, pulling them apart to rip and tear its wound, allowing the organs and guys to spill to the floor.

'Done...'

Once he felt it was dead, he used both feet to land on the ground.

[Took you long enough... I give you 6 points. Never keep a lady waiting!]

'Hahahaha.... damn, whatever. I need a moment to regain focus; these weren't even the boss, and I'm exhausted...'

Lancelot was about to sit on the ground and wait for the experience to enter his body. He was sure that would help relieve him of some of the exhaustion.

The constant activation of his complete focus and the dual sword skill were draining him now.

His body didn't go through the intense training regime he made, nor the countless true battles.

Despite being so high spec, it was like trying to run an extremely high-grade Ether radio with primitive batteries.

[What will I do with you? Mommy will make everything better.]

Suddenly, Morgana's body appeared before him, her beautiful fair skin, the golden eyes that seemed to be miniature stars glistening as she watched his face.

The moment he was going to ask what she meant, she kissed him, pressing her soft red lips against his.

Only a warm, wet and squishy feeling entered his brain, feeling her nose exhale hot air.

Morgana wrapped her arms around his head, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She took control of his tongue, playing with it for a while, sucking on it.

Wet sounds filled the room, and her tongue explored his mouth, licking saliva.

She would get tired of playing around with his tongue, only to use her tongue to coil and wrap around it, pulling on it, nibbling on it.

Her wet tongue was constantly moving and tasting him.

"Hahh..." Lancelot gasped, feeling his brain being melted by her tongue.

The pair pulled apart, Morgana then swallowing his saliva with a satisfied smile.

[Do you feel ready for action now, my cute little king?]

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