After crossing the teleportation portal, Mia stood silently in front of the room assigned to the Holygrill family.
Aria, Delya, Harry, and Paul followed one by one. When all four had gathered just behind her, Aria stepped forward, glanced briefly at Mia's face, and spoke with careful caution.
"My Lady… it seems whatever happened in the past still weighs heavily on you. You're uncomfortable sharing it with me. But I'm sure you'd feel lighter if you told me and Delya. I really don't want to offend you, but I need to understand what you meant when you said you and Lady Amelia have completely lost the memories of the last eighteen years."
Mia did not answer at once. She turned the question back. "Who told you that Amelia and I lost the memories of the last eighteen years?"
Aria blinked. "What do you mean, Grand Duchess? You told us yourself only moments ago."
Mia faced her fully. "That is not what I said."
Delya cut in sharply. "Grand Duchess, why are you lying so blatantly? Mother, Paul, and Harry all heard you."
Mia ignored her. Her eyes stayed on Aria. After a short silence she spoke, voice low and heavy.
"Aria, I appreciate that you want to ease whatever pain you think I carry. But I do not need consolation, and I have no wish to speak of it from my own mouth. I do not want to remember that time. If you truly insist on knowing every detail, ask Westeria."
She paused. "It is true that I never said Amelia and I lost all memories of the last eighteen years. What I said was that both of us lost the memories of the last eighteen years *that concern Lucifer*."
Her tone grew solemn. "In plain terms: neither Amelia nor I remember how Lucifer looked the day he was born. We do not remember him growing from a newborn into an eighteen-year-old. Everything that happened to him is blank in our minds."
She pointed toward Harry. "That is your son, Aria? Harry?"
"Yes," Aria answered, still stunned.
"Do you remember the moment he was born?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember cradling him, playing with him, listening to his childish lisps?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember him hugging you, kissing your cheeks, being playful and silly with you?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember how he looked as a newborn? How he looked at ten?"
"Yes."
Mia's voice softened, edged with something close to self-pity. "You are lucky, Aria. You know and remember those things about Harry. Amelia and I remember none of them about Luci. All I have is a single vague memory of holding a baby whose face is unclear. I know I named him Lucifer. Beyond that, we know nothing."
She drew a breath. "Did I not already tell you that on his eighteenth birthday he suffered a critical accident?"
"You did."
"Then can you guess how I reacted when I was told Lucifer was in danger?"
Aria answered at once, maternal instinct rising. "I think you would have been anxious—desperate to know he was safe. Any mother would feel that."
Mia smiled, but the smile held no warmth. A single tear slipped down her cheek. "No, Aria. That is not how I reacted." Her voice trembled. "When the servant told me, my first words were: 'Why are you telling me about some random boy dying? Even if he is dying, let him die. What the fuck does it have to do with me? Do not interrupt my orgy. Come join us and fuck me until I am satisfied.'"
Aria's hand flew to her mouth. Delya went pale. Neither could believe a mother could speak those words about her own child.
Mia continued without pause. "The servant said, 'But the boy who is dying is Lucifer.' I asked him, 'Who the fuck is Lucifer?' When he answered that Lucifer was my son, I did not believe him. I thought he was joking and went back to the foursome. But from that moment the name kept turning in my mind. Eventually a faint memory surfaced: me sitting in a chair with a crying baby in my arms, Amelia trying to make him laugh. His face was still unclear, yet I felt a connection I could neither explain nor ignore. Without knowing why, I began to cry. Only then did I understand that the boy the servant spoke of was truly my son."
Her eyes were wet, but her voice steadied. "From that day I have been trying—truly trying—to make new memories with him."
Aria stared at her in disbelief. "How… how did that happen to you? What made you so oblivious that you almost left him to die?"
Delya, Paul, and Harry said nothing. The weight of Mia's words left them silent. Even young Harry, who did not fully grasp the meaning, felt the heaviness in the room and grew quiet.
Mia wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her kirtle. "Have you ever heard of a herb called Neredima?"
Aria frowned. "Never."
"Let me tell you what little I have learned. Neither Amelia nor I were always like that. What changed us was Neredima. It is a powerful drug. Continuous use erases memories of people you rarely see, until you forget they even exist. Unknowingly, Amelia and I consumed it for thirteen or fourteen years. As a result we lost every memory of Lucifer—from infancy to eighteen."
"A drug like that exists?"
"It must. Otherwise Amelia and I would not be grief-stricken, and Lucifer would not be a heartbroken son."
"You said you took it without knowing. How do you know about it now?"
"I received a detailed explanation from the wife of one of the conspirators. She herself can be counted among them."
"Conspirators?"
"Three of them. All tried to kill my son. When every attempt failed, they targeted his weakness—Amelia and me—as collateral."
"Who conspired against Lucifer and used you?"
"I will not speak his name. But Lucifer hates him more than anyone, from his core."
"Is he Cri—"
"Do not say his name."
"Why did he do it?"
Mia's voice hardened. "I have already told you I will not discuss it further. If you want the rest, ask Westeria. I have already said more than I intended. Why are you still pestering me?"
Aria nodded slowly. "Fair enough. I'll ask her. I don't think I can sleep otherwise."
"Good." Mia exhaled. "Now let us go inside. I want to see how Lucifer is doing."
The shift was almost immediate. Aria's expression changed. "What exactly do you want to check? When I left for breakfast he was still railing my aunt's pussy. He's probably still fucking her."
A faint, amused smile touched Mia's mouth. "Then I will check whether he has thoroughly fucked his new wife or not."
Aria stared. "Thoroughly? Grand Duchess, he has been at my aunt since the third bell. It's nearly the tenth bell now. That's almost seven hours."
Mia's smile widened slightly. "From your point of view it is seven hours. From mine it is only seven hours. I doubt Synthia can satisfy him by herself."
"That's nonsense," Aria protested. "Before he even touched my aunt he fucked and impregnated my daughter with twins." She turned to Delya. "Isn't that right?"
Delya immediately lifted the hem of her silky pink gown, exposing her pussy. Two small violet heart-shaped marks sat just above her pubic mound. "Grand Duchess, I already showed everyone at breakfast, but here they are again. Mother isn't lying. Lucifer did breed me for almost two hours before fucking Grand-Aunt."
Mia glanced at the marks, then at Aria, still smiling. "When did I say he didn't? What I am saying is that when my son is extremely aroused and horny beyond reason, these seven or ten hours are not enough to satisfy him. Why am I even explaining this to the two of you? You experienced it yourselves in Getildamare Town. He did not fuck either of you that time, but he fucked me and Ruby. Then Oriana. And the list goes on and on for the next several hours. In the end Oriana and one hundred ninety-nine other women—including your Holy Mother squad and the Valkyrie knights—were left pregnant."
Aria blinked, then let out a short, helpless laugh. "Aah… when you put it that way, Lady Mia, you're definitely right. Aunt alone isn't able to relieve your son. Now what should we do about it?"
Mia answered with calm confidence. "That is why I am here. Although I am short on time—the convoys and entourage of guests from Hemis Kingdom will be arriving at noon and it is already nearing ten—but I am sure that when I give a deepthroat blowjob to my baby and let him suck on my milk, he will definitely calm down."
Delya immediately countered, half amused, half skeptical. "But last time in Getildamare Town you did all those things, Grand Duchess, and even after that he remained insatiable."
"That's my problem to handle, you lass. If push comes to shove, then I'll ride him in front of everyone at the court assembly."
Delya's eyes gleamed with mischief. "What if other men become horny while seeing you riding on your son and want to enjoy your holes simultaneously?"
Mia shrugged. "Didn't I already say that Lucifer dislikes to share his women with anyone when he is with them? So why do I care about other men? I'm my son's wife. I'm my Luci's mother. So why do I care about others? My son can fuck me way better than anyone else can. Plus it's a secret that I'm telling you—my holes are already adjusted according to his cock size. So even if I'll take two dicks in my pussy, two in my asshole, and two in my mouth simultaneously, I'll not feel that much pleasure compared to when he fucks me."
"Means you don't crave other's dick?"
"Why should I?"
"But I heard from Lady Veronica that you are the most insatiable in Velmora house."
"Yes, I am. I always want a dick inside my pussy and asshole. But except me there are Silva and Selene—both elf sisters are as horny as I am or maybe more."
"Aren't your words contradictory?"
"No, they aren't. What I meant is… when Luci is available for me, I don't need other men to fuck me. But when he isn't available, then I'll manage with anyone."
Aria pulled at the hem of Mia's kirtle. "Is that anyone really means anyone? Or specifically Sir Jeff? What I observed at breakfast is… he really wants to fuck you. Well, not just in that way, but it seems he sees you in a different manner. He banters with you like you are his wife."
"I know. I'm also observing him. Even if he doesn't say it apparently, he does want to court me."
"So, will you?"
"No, I'll never."
"Why? Don't you like him?"
"He is just my friend. You can say he is a close friend of mine, and I do like him, but as a friend. I have never imagined him as my husband nor do I ever want to." Mia continued, "For me, Lucifer is my everything. I don't want anything except him. He is my son, my husband, my lover, and you name it."
"Before entering inside, let me ask you one more question, Lady Mia."
"Ask away."
"That's a question… it's a question from a mother to another. Is that alright with you?"
"Yes, ask fast. You see I'm smelling the fragrance of Lucifer's cum from the other side of the door, and even though I just had breakfast, I'm really hungry for it."
"Are you that fond of your son's semen?"
"Yes, I love its viscosity plus its sweet and nutty taste. Well, is this the question you want to ask… from a mother to another?"
"No."
"Then?"
"Have you ever felt jealousy and envy towards anyone, well of course regarding Lucifer?"
Mia laughed. "Hmm, yes… many times and from various others. I even felt envious towards a stallion."
"I'm not joking, My Lady."
"Neither am I."
"Can I ask, from whom?"
"From everyone… you name it."
"Why?"
"Because they are those whom my son loves."
"And?"
"And I want to be the only one to be loved by him."
"Then why don't you just say it to him?"
"Don't want to."
"Why?"
"Because he will become sad. Although he is grown up, inside he is still a fragile child who loves everyone who decided to love him. And I don't want him to become sad again. Plus even though I sometimes feel jealousy and envy, it doesn't mean I dislike or hate my daughter and daughters-in-law. It's a woman's inherent nature to feel envious, but it's also her duty to spread love. And I'm doing just that. I'm feeling jealousy and envy towards my other family members but I'm also loving them equally."
"You are a very confusing woman, you know that, Grand Duchess?"
"Never thought about it. Well, it's enough talk. Let's get inside. I'm really hungry for my darling's fresh load."
"I had already collected some of it when he creampied Delya."
"How much?"
"About three to four buckets of it."
"Whatever, stored cum isn't fresh. I want fresh one… sweet, nutty, and warm."
"I have another question."
"How many questions do you actually have?"
"Really, last one… seriously."
"Fine, ask fast."
"How does he produce that much load? Means actually, whenever any other man ejaculates or creampies, their load is only a mouthful. But whenever Lucifer ejaculates… it's always… means really always insanely excessive. Means how do his balls produce this much? Every time it's like some dam is broken and white snowy water is flowing out in abundance. Means four to five buckets of load in each ejaculation isn't normal from any point of view."
Intrigued, Mia said, "Hmm, nice question… I never thought in this way. But how do I know about it? It's Lucifer's body, it's Lucifer's load. What I can do is eat it to my heart's content."
"Seriously? That's your answer?"
"Yes, it's my answer. Because your question is stupid. How do I know about it and how does my boy know about it? It's the Goddess who created all of us humans. So ask her. Only she can satisfy your curiosity."
"But—"
Mia gestured for her to stop. "Enough. Let's go inside and let me check on Luci."
Saying this, she extended her hands and pushed open the slightly ajar door.