Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Chapter 114: Chapter 1: Lancelot Has A Mother Complex

When he returned to the village, Sumika rushed to his side but seemed uncomfortable and couldn't jump into his arms, instead choosing to hug his arm while letting Marimo enjoy the other.

He was shocked more by how the Kitsune girls were all changed, no longer standing around joking or playing around.

Their fur was dirty with blood and mud, and they seemed to be helping the Frost Hares clear the battlefield and strip armour from the dead human knights.

'It looks a little gruesome with all these beautiful women covered in blood and tearing armour off corpses.' Lancelot thought uncomfortably as Sumika led him towards a group of Hares tending to wounded troops.

"Hurry, pull the arrow, and apply healing magic to her body." A beautiful fox with silky fur called out before pulling the broken arrow from a wounded Kitsune's thigh, ignoring the blood spurting into her face and putting pressure on the wound.

'I didn't realise Nami had such skills. Is she talented in the role of a healer or doctor?'

Lancelot wondered as the Fox Girl cast white magical flames on her hand, which spread across the wound, cauterising it and starting to mend flesh.

Sumika let go of his arm and went over to help Nami while Marimo clung even tighter, clearly wanting to spend more time close to him.

"Let's go, Marimo; we can't help them much by staying here."

"Mmm."

Lancelot said this, but his fingers began to tap the Lord's screen, changing the current building into a medical hut that would increase the success of surgery and healing by a small percentage.

As soon as the blue magic circle vanished and the building changed, a gentle breeze and cool feeling filled the room, and along the back wall, a gentle spring of cool water began to flow around a small black basin that surrounded the room, allowing easy access to clean, disinfected water for all of the beds.

Marimo watched Lancelot do this and giggled at his kind heart before hugging his arm as they left the building. They visited several buildings before returning to the Lord's mansion and dropping onto the comfortable sofa.

Sensing Lancelot relaxing, Marimo gently grasped his head, pulling him onto her soft, squishy thighs.

Then, she rubbed his scalp while stroking his silver hair behind his ears and twisting his neck to avoid his horns poking into her breasts, causing a strange pain that Marimo seemed to begin enjoying if she didn't move him.

Her fingers gently traced his ears and face until his eyes naturally closed as Marimo treated him like a tired child needing comfort.

"Master, you seem a little tired. Let me take care of you and take a rest."

"Mmm."

Out of nowhere, Marimo pulled out an ear pick with a soft, fluffy tip and a small metal scraper on the other side before she stroked along his rugged cheek, blowing gently on his ears.

"Now stay still, Master, so that I can clean your ears," Marimo whispered, causing Lancelot to twitch a little when she put the pick in his ear and began massaging along his earlobe.

Marimo used a slow rhythm, occasionally pausing to remove wax from the pick and using magic to clean it while blowing the fluff before returning to his ear with a smile and using her nails to tickle the area around her ear and make Lancelot laugh a little from the pleasure.

'Why does cleaning my ear feel so good? It must be Marimo's touch as she slowly rubs her fingers around my earlobe before entering the canal and scraping gently to remove dirt without hurting me,' Lancelot thought absent-mindedly, his memories of a distant past being a young boy on a blurry woman's lap, feeling the same kind of affectionate touch.

'If Marimo betrayed me, wouldn't I be killed instantly?' He thought to himself while enjoying the sweet scent that flowed from her thighs—a creamy vanilla and strawberry scent likely from the fruits used when they washed their undergarments.

Despite the dangers Marimo posed to Lancelot's life, he relaxed on her lap while trusting her completely, the feeling of her thick, squishy thighs tempting him further.

"Okay, now swap over," Marimo commanded, forcing him to sit up and switch positions so Marimo could clean his other ear, but as he twisted on her lap, he felt something soft hit his back, making him turn his head as Marimo hugged his face against her breasts.

"Marimo?" Lancelot muttered, confused about why Marimo suddenly became clingy.

"Don't mind me, master. Just relax." She purred sweetly, wrapping his horns with her soft hands and sliding along them as if to massage and clean them, sending jolts of pleasure down Lancelot's body due to their sensitivity.

He tried to push away reactively, but his hands grabbed her warm, squishy tits, sinking his fingers into their welcoming, fuzzy texture.

"Oh~!" Marimo moaned when Lancelot touched her, unconsciously pushing his face closer into her deep cleavage, encouraging his touch as she pushed his hands deeper into her chest, allowing him to rub her nipples with his thumbs.

However, the sound made Lancelot realise what he was doing, letting go in shock, only for Marimo's delicate fingers to wrap around his wrists and guide him to return to her breasts, preventing him from moving too far away.

"Master, you promised that I would be next."

For some reason, it felt like Marimo was more serious than usual; their eyes locked together as she rubbed the tip of his horns with her thumbs before grasping his wrists again to avoid his escape, seductively biting her lower lip as she swayed her soft, voluptuous body against his.

Seeing Marimo behave in such a way surprised Lancelot, who realised she wouldn't let go until he agreed.

'Her nipples are really hard.' He realised this as Marimo rocked his wrists to caress her soft tits while waiting patiently, showing no intention of accepting any excuses as her eyes pleaded with him to play with her body.

Seeing Marimo's seriousness forced Lancelot to sigh a little, unable to resist the temptation he offered: "Alright, once we finish cleaning my ears, later tonight, let's go for a date in the Empire."

[Hmmmm, finally, you will sleep with that gentle girl?]

It felt like Morgana had not spoken to him in a lifetime, yet why did she not get angry about him sleeping with Marimo or Sumika? He thought the whole reason they were slightly arguing was due to him sleeping with various women.

She deserves it, and why would a succubus be mad? [I don't care what you do; as long as you love me, I will wait for eternity for our moment together.]

'Then why?'

[Idiot, I wanted to give you a reason to head south and keep pushing forward. There is so much love and warmth all around you, and I fear you might grow rusty and that sharp edge you have might dull, and one day, it would mean I lose you forever!

Lancelot felt her passion and sincere feelings of worry, unable to get angry because it was true that after the fight with Arthur and Rena, he was feeling superior and had started to become lax in his training.

"Do you mean that? Tonight, you will make me your wife?"

A strange mood filled the room as he spoke to both women simultaneously. Marimo pushed him onto her lap and began to clean his other ear, but her treatment became even more gentle and passionate, as if washing his ears meant the world to her.

'Am I treating Ikumi a bit unfairly compared to Marimo? Does she need more attention, and because I treat her with a slightly frivolous and playful attitude, has she come to doubt my love?' Lancelot wondered as he recalled Ikumi's behaviour earlier when she believed he saw her as a tool to bear children rather than a wife.

"I promise; after this village is secure, we will have a date in my world and spend the entire evening together."

Marimo's eyes changed, but he was facing away from her and couldn't see them. Bright, glowing hearts fluttered around her pupils while the green iris shone with a brilliance she hadn't shown before.

Marimo seemed extremely happy, her black feet tapping the ground as her pick cleaned Lancelot's ear.

'While Marimo is cleaning my ears, Morgana, talk to me about training so we aren't awkward,' Lancelot asked internally while closing his eyes to avoid seeing the strange look in Marimo's eye, making her appear possessed or crazy.

[Training is just sex and growing as an incubus. Did you think your body could match a succubus by slaying a dragon? [I was preparing a perfect partner to improve your bloodline, but you seem to prefer those little foxes and rabbits, fufu.]

'Hey, Morgana, don't tease me!' Lancelot felt slightly annoyed at Morgana's teasing tone but sensed a strange undertone in her words. 'I was completely wrong about how to improve as an incubus. Well, at least I became stronger; that helps with other things, too.'

Lancelot decided not to bother thinking deeply about Morgana's meaning.

'Plus, training with Marimo or Sumika doesn't feel right; they're innocent and adorable; it feels like I am corrupting them. I would rather sleep with them because I like them as women and people.'

[Who said he didn't like the mother type?]

[Now you are crazy about the biggest mother as she cleans your ears, gently blowing on the soft cotton and massaging your face!]

Morgana teased Lancelot mercilessly while Marimo cleaned his ears, rubbed his shoulders while leaning forward, and kissed his right horn, giggling mischievously at her successful capture of Lancelot.