When Lucifer woke up, two or three hours had slipped by in deep sleep. His eyes fluttered open to find Mia clutching him possessively, his face smothered between her heavy breasts, buried in warm, soft heaven.
He didn't hesitate. One hand slid greedily over a full tit, fingers closing around the stiffening nipple. He latched on hard, sucking with raw, desperate hunger. No milk flowed, but Mia's body betrayed her instantly—a guttural, filthy moan ripped from her throat: "FUUUCCKKKK… AAAAHHH LUCIIII… NNNGGHHHAAA… SUCK MOMMY HARDERRR… OHHH GODDDD… MMMMFFFFUUUCCKKKK…"
Her hips bucked in her sleep, moans turning feral: "AAAAAHHHH… NNNGHHHAAAA… LUCIIII YOU DIRTY BOYYY… FUUCKKK MOMMY'S TITSSS… HAAAAAHHHH… DON'T STOPPPP…"
The savage sounds yanked her awake. She looked down to see Lucifer devouring her breast like a starving animal. A son has every right to feast on his mother's tits—who else's would he claim?
Mia bolted upright, ripping her nipple from his greedy mouth with a wet pop. "Lucifer," she growled, "drop the innocent act. Get the fuck up."
Then her voice melted, dripping with twisted love: "Come on, Luci… wake up for Mommy."
He shot up and threw his arms around her neck. "Mommy, I fucking love you," he rasped. "When are you gonna marry me? I've taken the whole goddamn duchy, and you still won't be my wife…" His hand clamped back onto her breast, squeezing hard. "Mommy, I need your milk… I'm starving…"
"Not yet," she panted. "The duchy's waiting."
He released her with a frustrated growl.
A full month had passed since Amelia and Westeria were bred; their bellies now beautifully rounded.
The second Lucifer spotted Westeria, he vaulted from Mia's lap, charged over, scooped her up like she weighed nothing, spun her wildly, and attacked her mouth with brutal, starving kisses.
Mid-kiss he saw the dark wet patches blooming across her breasts. "My sweet Wess… fuck, you're already leaking for me?"
"Yes, Master… it's all for you," she whimpered.
He hoisted her higher. "Remember your fucking promise?"
"Which one, Master?"
"That once the brat's out, one tit feeds him, one feeds me—and until then, both are mine to drain dry."
"Young Master…"
He pulled the saddest, most manipulative face. "You're gonna deny me…?"
Westeria crumbled instantly. "Young Master… come here… drink every last drop from your wife…"
He crushed her mouth first—two solid minutes of sloppy, obscene tongue-fucking: SLURRRPPPP… CHUUUUU… MUWAHHHH… SLUUUURRRPPPP… When they finally broke, a thick rope of spit stretched between them; he sucked it back with a filthy growl.
He tore open her nightdress, shoved her down beside the seething Mia, dropped his head into her lap, and latched on like a beast.
Sweet milk gushed. He drank violently: SLURRRPPP… SUCKKKKK… SUCKKKKKK… GLUGGGG… GULPPPP… GLUGGGGG…
While draining one nipple dry, he mauled the other—twisting, pinching, pulling until Westeria screamed: "AAAAAHHHH MASTER… FUUUCCCKKKK… RIP THEM OFFFFF… NNNGGHHHAAAA… YESSSS… HURT MEEEE… OHHH GODDDD… MILK MEEEE DRYYYYY… AAAAHHHHNNNNN…"
Mia burned crimson, pussy clenching painfully, drenched in jealous agony. If she'd just let him nurse from her…
But her torment was only beginning.
Lucifer suddenly unlatched. "My precious Wess, you're wound so fucking tight… let me wreck you properly."
He stripped her naked in seconds, flipped her onto her back, and started the massage—slow, cruelly teasing strokes down her shoulders and back, building unbearable tension until she was shaking.
Then he dove between her thighs.
He ate her like a starving man: SLUUUURRRPPPP… LICKKKKK… LICKKKKK… SLURRRPPPPPP… He bit her swollen labia, yanked her clit between his teeth, sucked until it throbbed purple: BITE… PULLLLLL… RELEASE… SQUEEEEEZE… SLUUUURRRPPPP…
Westeria lost her fucking mind, clawing his hair: "AAAAAHHHHHH MASTER… FUUUUUCCCKKKKK… HUSBANDDDD… EAT MY CUMMMM… NNNGGHHHAAAAAAA… DESTROY YOUR PREGNANT WHOREEEE… OHHH GODDDD DON'T STOPPPP… AAAAAAHHHHHHH…"
She exploded—violent squirt after squirt blasting his face: SQUIRTTTTTT… SQUIRTTTTTTT… SQUIRTTTTTT… He swallowed like it was life itself: GLUGGGGG… GLUGGGGG… GLUGGGGG…
He slammed his mouth over hers, forcing her to taste her own slutty mess in a disgusting, perfect kiss.
"I can't fucking wait anymore, Wess…"
Two fingers rammed deep, curling viciously into her G-spot while his tongue lashed her clit without mercy. She shrieked like she was dying: "AAAAAHHHHHH MASTER… BREED MEEEE… FUCK YOUR PREGNANT SLUTTTT… NNNGGHHHAAAA… RIP ME APARTTTTT… PLEASEEEEE…"
He finger-fucked her brutally: THRUSTTTTT… JAKKKKKK… PAKKKKKK… THUDDDDDD… PHAKKKKKK…
Westeria shattered completely: "MASTER… FUUUUUCCCKKKKK… I'M CUMMMMMMINNNGGGG… AAAAAAHHHHHHWWAAAAAAAAA… FLOOD YOUR HANDDDD… YESSSSSSS… CUMMMMMMMMINNNNNGGGG…"
She hosed him down again, shaking violently.
Mia's cunt was a throbbing, dripping disaster—utterly ignored.
Lucifer finally growled, "If you weren't already swollen with my seed, I'd knock you up again right now… but I'm gonna remind you exactly who you belong to."
Missionary. One savage thrust buried him balls-deep.
He started slow—teasing, cruel—then unleashed hell: THEAKKKKKK… THAAAKKKKKK… THUDDDDDDD… PHAKKKKKKK…
Westeria turned into pure animal: "AAAAAHHHH MASTER… FUCKKKK… BREED MEEEE… DESTROY YOUR WIFEEEE… NNNGGHHHAAAA… RIGHT THEREEEE… HARDERRRR… MAKE ME SCREAMMMM… OHHH GOD I'M CUMMING AGAINNNNN… CUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGG… AAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN…"
She gushed endlessly around his pounding cock.
He yanked out, grabbed her hair. "Open that whore mouth. Now."
She attacked his cock like a depraved animal: SUCKKKKKK… SLURRRPOOOOO… GAGGGGG… GLUGGGGG… throat-fucking herself, tears streaming, drool everywhere.
Minutes later he roared and erupted straight down her throat: SPLOOOOTTTTT… SPLOOOOTTTTT… SPLOOOOTTTTT…
She held it on her tongue, showed him proudly, then swallowed like the perfect cumslut: GLUGGGGG… GLUGGGGG…
He kissed her unconscious after one final filthy kiss, tucked her in, dressed, and turned to leave.
Mia's broken voice stopped him: "Luci… please… Mommy's dying… my cunt is on fire…"
He smirked darkly. "Palace is waiting, Mommy."
She full-on begged, voice cracking: "Forgive me… I'll never deny you again… I'll let you drain me whenever you want… please Luci… wreck your Mommy… ruin my holes…"
Lucifer's eyes turned predatory. "Oh, I will."
He crushed her mouth in a violent, teeth-clashing kiss—biting lips, sucking tongue, pure domination: MMUAAAAAWHHHHH… SLUCKKKKKK… BITE… SLURRRPPPPPP…
He snarled against her lips: "In a few days I'll fuck you so stupid you'll forget any other cock ever existed. That greedy, dripping cunt inside you? I'll break it completely on fertility night."
Doggy. No mercy.
Cock slammed into her tight ass, fingers hooked deep in her sopping pussy, other hand bruising her hip.
He pounded like punishment: THRUSTTTTT… THRUSTTTTT… THEAAAKKKKK… THWAAAKKKKK… THUDDDDDDD… PAKKKKKKK… PAKKKKKKK… PAKKKKKKK… MPAKKKKKK…
Mia screamed until her voice gave out: "AAAAAHHHH LUCIIII… FUUUUUCCCKKK MOMMY… DESTROY MY ASSSSS… NNNGGHHHAAAAAAA… RIP ME IN HALFFFF… HARDERRRRR… FASTERRRRR… MAKE ME YOUR CUMDUMPPP… OHHH GODDDD I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGG… CUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGG… AAAAAAAHHHHHHWWAAAAAAAAAAAA…"
She squirted like a broken faucet: SQUIRTTTTTTT… SQUIRTTTTTTT… SQUIRTTTTTTT…
He ripped out. "Suck. Swallow every drop."
Mia devoured him—worshipping, choking, drooling: SUCKKKKKK… GLUGGGGG… PLOOOOP… SLURRRPPPPP… 10 minutes of pure filthy devotion.
He erupted with a roar: SPLOOOOTTTTT… SPLOOOOTTTTT… SPLOOOOTTTTT…
Mia gulped it down greedily, moaning like an addict: "Fuck… tastes like honeyed sin and pure sex…"
She begged for round two. He smirked.
"Tonight, Mommy. I'll wreck you properly tonight."
They dressed—shaky, spent—and finally stumbled out of the room.