When the first recreational sin with Sarah concluded, Lucifer—now freshly reminded that stamina is a renewable resource—decided to clean himself up. After all, it would be rude to approach the next round smelling like yesterday's bad decisions.
As he passed Amelia, he winked and said,
"Wait here for me, darling. I want to see how good you are in bed."
The word darling landed like a cursed spell.
Amelia's face flushed so violently that nearby spirits considered evacuating. Her brain stopped working entirely. She stood there, motionless, contemplating whether blushing oneself into unconsciousness was medically possible.
Before her dignity could finish dying, the outside world chose violence.
A massive wagon rolled in, heavy enough to suggest either royalty or an overcompensating ego. Behind it marched twenty foot soldiers and four mounted horsemen who clearly hadn't smiled since childhood. An announcer roared with theatrical devotion:
"ATTENTION! Travis Asher, Arch Duke of the Asher Duchy, has arrived at this residence!"
Reality returned instantly.
Amelia and Mia snapped out of their stupor like people who had just remembered that power exists and it is usually armed.
Now, technically speaking, Cristopher's family had no official ties to the village head. Practically speaking, they didn't need them.
Because they were Purefields.
The Purefield family was infamous for owning ether-rich caves—so saturated with magic that even their dirt had opinions. Crops grown on Purefield land were magically enhanced, unnaturally fertile, and probably plotting world domination.
Cristopher's full name was Cristopher Purefield, a name that carried more authority than most legal documents.
Mia, for completeness, was the daughter of the 23rd king's consort's maid—meaning she existed in that fascinating social category of technically irrelevant but politically inconvenient.
A branch family, yes.
A dangerous one? Absolutely.
Now—Amelia.
Two years earlier, when Amelia still believed bravery was rewarded instead of monetized, she ventured into the forest as a B-rank adventurer. There she encountered a lesser drake.
She fought fiercely.
She fought desperately.
She fought until both combatants were powered entirely by rage and bad life choices.
Amelia grievously wounded the drake—but drakes, being creatures of pure malice and poor sportsmanship, do not die easily. Exhausted, bleeding, and half-conscious, Amelia collapsed just as the drake raised its tail to permanently end her career.
Then someone arrived.
A young man stepped in and stopped the drake. Behind him came a group armed with magical weapons who killed it efficiently—like people who had done this before and enjoyed it.
The young man, barely twenty-one, picked Amelia up and placed her inside his wagon. He waited patiently until she woke up, which in hindsight was a courtesy she would question for years.
When Amelia regained consciousness, she stared at the wagon ceiling.
"Who are you?" she asked weakly.
"Why am I here? I was fighting a drake. I was about to die."
She paused.
"…Did you save me?"
"Calm down," the boy said. "You're safe. The drake is dead."
"You saved me?"
"Yes."
Grateful, dizzy, and still leaking blood, Amelia said,
"Esteemed sir, how may I repay your kindness?"
The boy smiled.
"Nothing much," he replied.
"Just marry me. Bear my child. And become one of my concubines."
Thus, romance was officially executed.
Amelia stared at him, shocked—but honor is a fragile thing when your continued breathing depends on someone else's intervention.
"You saved my life," she said carefully. "So my life is yours. I will marry you—but I have conditions."
The boy nodded, far too calmly for a man making this request.
"First: you will never force me to do anything."
"Second: I will live with my family here. You already have concubines. I won't be confined."
"Third: you will not restrict me from other men. There is no certainty I can conceive by you."
She folded her hands.
"These are my terms."
The boy fell silent.
A silence so long it felt legally binding.
Finally, he sighed.
"…Very well."
"When I wish to see you, I will come to Everywood myself."
Then, because fate has a sense of humor, he asked,
"Now—may I receive my reward?"
Amelia frowned. "Before that… who are you?"
The boy smiled.
"Lady, I am Travis Asher—future Duke of the Asher Duchy."
Amelia blinked.
"…That explains too much."
Still, she nodded. Destiny had already started packing her bags.
"I, Travis Asher," he declared, "claim you as my ninth concubine and future Duchess of the Asher Duchy."
And just like that, Amelia—once a free adventurer—became nobility through near-death trauma.
Three years passed. Travis visited when he pleased, left when duty called, and treated the arrangement exactly like the contractual miracle it was.
Then he departed to manage his lands.
He returned a year later.
Not as a Duke's heir.
But as Arch Duke Travis Asher
When travis came in his first sight went directly to Amelia overflowing with warmth as Amelia came and kissed him passionately for a damn straight minute.
Well this was common between a husband and wife, seeing this scene unfolding in front of him lucifer was burning with heat as he came behind mia and started kissing her nape ,groping her boobs and twisting her nipples saying
"mom i want to drink your milk like a new born baby "
Seeing her horny son what can mia say so she said....mhm.. Mhmmmm... Ok lucifer I'll blow you off..... Mum will blow.... Mnhhhmm.
.... You off while you suck on mom's.... Nnni
... Nipples. "
Lucifer nodded and said "but before that let's greet brother in law".
Mia nodded.
While Amelia is kissing travis lucifer came behind Amelia , placed his hands on her big E cups and started kneeding it as it's startled Amelia as she was shocked.
But travis is comfortable with it because he knew lucifer is amelia's brother and brother and sister intimate relationship is common here, even he himself fucked his mother and mother -in-laws at Royal orgy many times.
He even fucked mother queen and her daughter's sometime in front of king while king was enjoying his mother and concubines, so he was comfortable.
Then travis regarded lucifer for a long moment
Not with suspicion.
Not with rivalry.
More like a man carefully deciding whether a complicated situation required tea or wine.
Lucifer met the look calmly, hands relaxed, expression open in that infuriating way of his.
Travis spoke first.
"You don't seem surprised," he said mildly.
Lucifer smiled. "I rarely am."
A pause.
Then Travis nodded once. "Good. Then we understand each other."
Amelia blinked.
Do we? she wondered. Because I feel like I missed a meeting.
Travis continued, tone even and practical.
"My bond with Amelia is known. My intentions regarding lineage are… settled."
Lucifer inclined his head politely. "As are mine."
No tension followed.
Just two men acknowledging reality like seasoned negotiators discussing land boundaries.
Travis added, almost conversationally,
"While you are with Amelia, I will see to other responsibilities within the household."
Amelia's brow lifted slightly.
Responsibilities, she repeated mentally.
That's one word for it.
Lucifer nodded, unbothered. "Efficient."
Travis allowed himself the faintest smile.
"I prefer clarity to conflict."
Lucifer returned it. "A rare and admirable preference."
They shook hands.