It was early morning in the dutchy. Lucifer quietly left Severina and Gracy sleeping in his room, slipped out, and made his way to the large chamber where most of the household had spent the night. When he arrived, he saw that nearly everyone was still deep in sleep; the few who stirred were only half-awake, lost in drowsy haze.
He left them undisturbed and moved on to another room where Misty and Borris were supposed to be resting. Instead, he found Borris vigorously ploughing Misty's pussy from behind.
Thak… Thak… Thakk… Thakk… Thak… Thakk… The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds filled the air.
Misty's breaths came fast and desperate, her body trembling as she let out deep, passionate moans of pure ecstasy.
"Oooooohhhh yesssss… Haaaaammmmm… Nnhhhhhmmmmmm… Borriss, right there, baby… Fuuuuuuck me… Harder… Faster… FASTER… Oh god, yes… Mhnnnnnnnn… Pound this tight little pussy… Aaaaaahhhhhmmmm… Deeper, please… Oooohhhh fuuuuck yesssss… Don't stop… Hnnnnmmmmmm…"
For several more minutes, Borris relentlessly ploughed her dripping pussy until he finally groaned and pumped his thick, hot load deep inside her. Moments later, a faint violet heart began to form just above her mound… but it never fully appeared and quickly faded.
Lucifer left the two of them to keep fucking and stepped outside into the quiet garden of the dutchy. He picked up a smooth wooden plank, settled onto the soft grass, and began carving it with careful strokes.
After a while, he sketched a design across the surface, then divided the plank into four distinct sections. He painted each section a different vivid color and set it in the morning sun to dry.
Barely a few minutes passed before soft footsteps approached from behind. Isolde stood there silently, watching him work.
Without turning, Lucifer spoke. "Tell me, Isolde… why did you suddenly think of me this morning?"
Isolde began hesitantly, "Master Lucifer, I—"
He cut her off gently. "Isolde, I'm no one's master. I'm not even the duke here. Just call me Lucifer… or Luci. Whatever name feels right to you."
She drew a steadying breath, gathering her courage. "Lucifer… there's something I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I never had the strength until now."
He smiled softly. "Then say it."
Isolde's voice trembled with emotion. "Lucifer… I love you. And I want to marry you."
Lucifer chuckled lightly. "Oh? Is that all?"
Then the meaning hit him. His eyes widened. "Wait—what?!" He spun around—and the words died in his throat.
Isolde stood completely naked before him. Her long red hair spilled loosely over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her full breasts. Her deep black eyes pulled him in like endless midnight pools. Her rosy lips looked sweeter and more inviting than ripe summer fruit.
Not a single stitch of clothing covered her flawless body. Her heavy, perfect breasts rose and fell with each quick breath, crowned by stiff brown nipples that stood proud and erect. Her waist curved delicately, her navel begging for kisses. Her thighs were smooth and velvety, framing a round, firm ass… and just above her pink, glistening pussy lips grew a soft patch of red hair that matched the fire cascading down her back. She was breathtaking—pure, living desire.
Lucifer's cock hardened instantly, straining against his clothes.
He managed a hoarse whisper. "You're… serious?"
"Yes," she breathed. "And I want more… I want it right now."
Lucifer's smile grew warm and hungry. "Isolde, you're the first woman to ever propose to me face-to-face like this. Tell me exactly what you want."
Her eyes burned with need. "Lucifer… I want you to fuck me. Even if I don't get impregnated, it doesn't matter. I want only you—because I love you, not because of what you can give me. You have my heart completely."
Her raw, heartfelt confession left Lucifer momentarily speechless. Then joy flooded him. "Isolde… today I am happier than I've ever been. Come, let's go inside. I'll fuck you as many times as you want, exactly how you want. If you desire it, I'll breed you deep and full. Today, every wish you have is mine to grant."
He stepped close, eyes filled with tender love. One hand slid around her narrow waist, the other cupped her flushed cheek. Then he claimed her lips in a slow, burning kiss.
He pressed his mouth to hers softly at first… Chuuu… Smooooch… Muwaaah… Chuuu… gentle nibbles… deeper kisses… until their tongues met in a sensual, swirling dance. He sucked her tongue greedily… Slurpp… Slurrpp… Suckk… Slick… Sluckk… Gloop… Plopp… Slurppp… soft bites… deeper sucks… Slurrp… Slurrp… Chuuu… Shuuckkh…
Almost three full minutes of intense, breathless passion passed before they parted. A shining thread of saliva stretched between their lips. Lucifer moved to lick it away—but Isolde took it first, sucking it hungrily… Suck… Slrrk—glp…
The bold move sent fire through him. No partner had ever taken control like this; he was always the one leading. Today felt deliciously different.
Before he could recover, Isolde closed the distance again. Her right hand rested on his shoulder, her left boldly cupped the thick bulge in his pants. Then she kissed him again—fiercer this time—pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, sucking his with raw hunger… Chuuu… Slurppp… Slurrppp… Suckk… Bite… Slurp… Suckk… Suckkk… Slurrpp…
When they finally broke apart, both were panting hard… Haah… Haaah… Huuuh… Haaah…
Isolde's voice was husky. "Luci, darling… you always take charge. Today I learned how incredible it feels to lead."
Lucifer pulled her into a tight, loving embrace. "Isolde… my wife… I can't hold back anymore. You're so fucking sexy, and I'm aching for you. I need to plough that perfect pussy right now."
"Let's go inside—just us—and lose ourselves in each other."
She shook her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "No. You promised any wish today… and I don't want to be fucked behind closed doors."
He arched a brow, already aroused by her boldness. "Then what does my princess command?"
Isolde pointed at him with a wicked smile. "This princess wants her slave…" then pointed to herself, "…to fuck her right in the middle of the town square. Fuck me so completely that every inch of my body belongs only to you forever. Fuck me so hard and so well that no other man could ever satisfy me again. Fuck me in a way that even if I take another lover someday… I'll only ever think of you… and this princess named Isolde will belong body and soul to her slave Lucifer—for all eternity."
Her cheeks burned crimson with shy arousal as she spoke, yet her voice stayed strong and steady.
Lucifer stared, stunned and incredibly turned on. This was no ordinary proposal—he was always the one seducing with sweet words. Isolde's filthy, dominant demand was new, thrilling, intensely erotic, and just a touch overwhelming. But he loved every second of it.
She wanted him to fuck her publicly, in full view of the entire dutchy, and ruin her for anyone else forever.
And he had already promised to grant whatever she desired.
Finally he grinned. "Very well, my princess. Today you'll discover exactly what this humble slave can do. I will fuck you in the center of the square for all to see."
Isolde laughed, low and lustful. "Then come, slave. Take your princess to the square."
Before moving, Lucifer asked softly, "Would my princess like this lowly slave to impregnate her?"
Her eyes flashed. "Oh yes… but first this slave must completely satisfy a princess like me—in every single hole. And this princess absolutely craves humiliation and public exhibition."
Lucifer's mind reeled—this sweet, innocent-looking girl was a delicious pervert. Then he thought: during the fertility ceremony, I'll have to fuck my partners in front of everyone anyway. Might as well practice now. After all, I'll have to fully adapt to this world's ways eventually.
He nodded. "As you wish, princess. Today… I'll turn you into my perfect little sow… and fuck you senseless… in front of everyone."
Then he added quickly, "Wait just one moment—I'll be right back."
Lucifer dashed to Misty's room. Inside, Misty was standing on the floor, enthusiastically giving Borris a slow, sloppy titjob.
In a playful mood, Lucifer crept up behind her, activated his [Sensitive Touch] skill, and firmly squeezed both heavy breasts before pressing a hot kiss to the nape of her neck.
Misty—already hypersensitive from hours of morning fucking—lost all control instantly.
"Aaaaaahhhhhnnnnmmmmmm… Nnhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm… Aaaaaahhhhhnnnnnnhhhhhmmmmmm… Oh fuuuuck…"
She came hard on the spot, legs shaking… Squirtt… Squirtt… Splooshh… Sploosshhh… Powerful jets of hot girl-cum sprayed from her swollen pussy.
Lucifer leaned in and whispered, "Aunt… I'm heading to the town square with Isolde. She just proposed to me in person, and she wants me to fuck her in front of everyone. If you—or anyone else—wants to watch and join, you're all welcome as anyone will join today, I'll fuck them senseless and if anyone want's to get impregnate by me... I'll do it...but except mommy,mumma,silva, selene and you as I'll impregnate you all in ceremony. I'm in an incredibly good mood today."
Before Misty could respond, Lucifer was gone.
Misty blinked, dazed, looking down at the puddle of her release mixed with thick strands of Borris's precum on the floor. Then she glanced up—Borris still stood on the bed, his cock nestled deep between her slick breasts.
"Borris… what just happened when Master Lucifer was here?"
"He snuck up, grabbed your tits while you were stroking me, kissed your neck… you squirted everywhere, he whispered something, and left."
Misty froze for a second—then leapt up in shock. "Borris, we'll finish this later! I have to tell the Grand Duchess and the Duchess right now—this is enormous news!"
With that, Misty bolted toward Mia and Amelia's room.