Lucifer stepped out of the Elemor, the heavy wooden doors sighing shut behind him. The late afternoon air was thick with the perfume of blooming jasmine and warm earth. Halfway down the petal-strewn path he met King Ignis, Queen Veronica, and Jasper. Ignis's voice cut through the humid stillness first.
"Sir Lucifer, your daughter Gracy claims you'll retrieve your gift from Virexion yourself… in merely two or three hours? We'd like to witness it. To see whether the Fourth Mother truly belongs to you… or if you're only posturing."
Lucifer's lips curved, lazy and dangerous.
"King Ignis… relax. I've already reserved front-row seats for you."
As the conversation unfolded, Mia and Amelia approached from behind, silk skirts whispering against the stone. Mia's voice, soft yet edged with curiosity, broke the air.
"Luci… who are these people?"
Lucifer turned, eyes softening instantly.
"Mommy, Sis — meet Queen Veronica of Lustbound Heaven Kingdom, her head minister Jasper, and King Ignis.
They escorted your mother and Elemor here from the Royal Kingdom alongside Aleric and Cesar."
Amelia's tone was cool, aristocratic.
"There was no real necessity… but gratitude is still due."
Veronica smiled thinly.
"Miss Duchess… are you not pleased we brought your grandmothers safely? Leaving them in that palace would have placed their lives in grave peril."
Mia's emerald eyes narrowed.
"Peril from whom? From your precious Fourth Mother, Angelina Asher?"
"Yes, Grand Duchess," Veronica answered smoothly.
Mia exhaled through her nose, forcing courtesy.
"…Thank you very much, Queen Veronica."
She turned to Lucifer, voice dropping into something more intimate, more needy.
"Luci… tell me the schedule for today beforehand. It doesn't suit the Grand Duchess — or the Duchess — to be left in the dark about what comes next."
Lucifer gazed down at her, thumb brushing the delicate line of her jaw.
"Mommy… everything will happen exactly as I described in the shed."
Mia nodded once, then tugged his sleeve with feather-light fingers.
"Luci… do you have any time today?"
"What is it, Mommy?"
Her cheeks flushed rose-gold. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper that carried the faint scent of vanilla and aroused woman.
"The Fertility Ceremony is still almost a month away… and for days now this terrible, deep itching has been burning inside my pussy. None of the others… none of their cocks have been able to soothe this fire."
Lucifer's pupils dilated, black swallowing gold.
"Mom, I already promised Wess the first round today… but if you stay awake late tonight, I'll fuck you properly — slow, deep, until you forget your own name. I planned to claim you fully on ceremony day… but if the need is this urgent…" His voice roughened. "…I won't say no. Though your womb receives my seed only during the ritual."
Ignis chuckled, stepping closer, voice oily with confidence.
"Grand Duchess Mia, if you wish, I can take Lucifer's place. The boy must be exhausted after fetching his prize from Virexion himself. His cock probably has no strength left. Say the word — I'm entirely at your disposal.
And should you conceive… the child would carry royal blood. Isn't that what you desire?"
Mia tilted her head, studying him like a specimen.
"King Ignis… how many children do you have?"
"Three, madam."
"Lady Veronica," Mia continued, "of those three… how many did King Ignis personally put inside you?"
Veronica blinked, momentarily confused.
"Madam… we have three children together—"
Amelia cut in, voice like velvet over steel.
"What Mother means, Lady Veronica, is how many times has King Ignis actually impregnated you through intercourse… not merely how many children you share."
Veronica glanced at Ignis, then answered reluctantly.
"…Three pregnancies. But Ignis only seeded Daisy and Trainy. The third — Tristan — came from… a night when I was passed between six or seven men in rotation. One of them succeeded where my husband could not."
Mia's gaze sharpened.
"And the youngest?"
"Trainy," Ignis supplied. "Seventeen now."
Amelia pressed, relentless.
"And since Trainy's birth… how often have you fucked your wife? Are you still actively trying to breed her?"
Ignis bristled but answered.
"Many times. Sometimes two days straight without pause. Jasper has tried as well — hell, just earlier today we were taking turns rutting her like animals. Still… nothing."
Mia's final question came soft, almost cruelly polite.
"Lady Veronica… is King Ignis's cock as large as you crave? And if so… how large?"
Ignis smirked.
"Lady Mia, so many questions. Have you decided? Say yes and I'll bend you over right here—"
Veronica interrupted quietly.
"Eight to ten inches… Jasper is roughly the same."
Amelia laughed — low, cutting.
"King Ignis, you stand here boasting you'll satisfy and breed my mother… yet you've failed to impregnate your own wife for seventeen years… and your cock is a mere ten inches? It would vanish inside her. She wouldn't even feel you moving."
She gestured toward Lucifer with a proud, possessive sweep of her hand.
"Now look at my brother. In two months he bred Westeria. Then me — twins. Then Isolde — twins again. Since arriving in the Duchy he's ploughed more then 30 women and impregnated more then 18 of them. And in a single night he satisfies twenty-five to thirty of us. His cock—" she paused for effect, "—is fourteen thick, veined inches. When he's buried to the hilt you feel every ridge, every pulse, every dragging retreat. The stretch is obscene. The pressure against your cervix is exquisite. Most of us come eight to ten times before he even thinks of finishing."
She leaned forward.
"So tell me again… you believe you can satisfy and breed my mother? Go home. Breed your own wife first. Then we'll talk."
The words landed like lashes. Veronica's cheeks burned.
"Lady Mia… is everything Amelia said… true?"
"Every syllable," Mia answered.
"And even if I allowed you, King Ignis," she continued, "I would never carry your child. I swore an oath — only Lucifer may breed me. Every one of his wives has sworn the same."
The tension crackled — until Lucifer moved.
One arm snaked around Mia's waist, the other cradled the back of her skull. He crushed his mouth to hers in a devouring, wet, obscene kiss.
Chuu… muah… suck… slurp… tongues sliding, curling, teeth grazing lips… the wet, filthy sounds of saliva and hunger filling the air… mhmm… chuuu… muahh… lick… bite… deep, sucking pulls… slurrrrp… slurrrrp… three full minutes of relentless devouring until they finally parted, a glistening silver thread stretching between their swollen mouths.
Mia's chest heaved, breasts straining against silk.
"Hah… hah… hah… huff…"
Lucifer's voice was gravel.
"Mommy… this is your fault. Yours and Sis's. Look—" He pressed the steel-hard ridge of his fourteen-inch erection against her belly through his trousers. "—you've made me so fucking hard I can barely think. There's still hours until the evening festivities…"
He didn't wait for permission.
He kissed her again, harder, hungrier, while deft fingers unlaced the back of her surcoat. Silk whispered down her shoulders, pooling at her elbows. His large hands immediately claimed her bare breasts — kneading, squeezing, plush flesh spilling between strong fingers… plap… plap… squish… the soft, wet slap of skin on skin… thumbs rolling over pebbled brown nipples, pinching until she whimpered into his mouth.
"Mhmm… Lucii… yesss… pinch harder… suck Mommy… yesss… my son… my husband…"
He moved to her kirtle next, unzipping it with one smooth tug. Fabric slid down her body like liquid, leaving her gloriously nude in the golden orchard light.
Blonde hair spilled over shoulders like molten sunlight. Emerald eyes glassy with lust. Long throat working as she panted. Collarbones sharp and delicate. Full, heavy breasts crowned with tight, dark nipples begging to be bitten. Soft belly, deep navel he wanted to tongue for hours. Plump mons crowned with neatly trimmed golden curls. And between her thighs — flushed, swollen, glistening pink folds, inner labia peeking like rose petals, already slick and shining with arousal.
Lucifer guided her down onto the thick carpet of fallen blossoms. One hand cupped her left breast, the other splayed possessively just above her dripping sex. He lowered his head and took her right nipple deep into his hot mouth.
The moment his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud and his fingers grazed her soaked folds, he activated both divine skills: **[Fingers & Tongue God]** and **[Sensitive Touch]**.
Mia's back arched violently off the flowers.
"Eeeeeehhhnnn… Lucifer… suck… suckkk… drain Mommy dry… uffffnnnn… ahhnnmm… yesss… right there… bite it… pull harder… yessssss…"
He devoured her breast while his fingers danced over her clit — slow, torturous circles, then rapid flicks, then long, dragging strokes that made obscene wet noises fill the orchard.
Ssshhk… ssshhk… squelch… slrrrp…
He moved lower. Spit into her navel, watched it pool, then sucked it up with lewd, noisy pulls.
Chuu… suckk… chuu… slurp…
Then he settled between her thighs. The scent of her — ripe, musky, sweet, feminine — hit him like a drug. He dragged his tongue along her inner thighs, tasting salt and heat, before finally pressing the flat of his tongue to her soaked slit in one long, slow, deliberate lick.
Sssssccccchhhhhhhhh…
Mia screamed.
He ate her like a starving man — lapping, sucking, nibbling her swollen clit, pulling the delicate inner lips between his lips, fucking her with stiff, curling fingers that found her G-spot with ruthless precision.
Jakkh… jakkk… pakkk… squelch… thaakhh… slick… suckk… bite… pull… release… thrust… thrust… thrust…
Mia's hips bucked wildly. Her thighs trembled. Her voice broke into shattered, animalistic moans.
"Fuckkk… your whore mother… yesss… harder… Lucifer… stick your cock in me… fuck Mommy… yessssss… cumming… cummiiinggg… ahhhhhnnnmmmm… squiiirrrttt… squiiirrrttt…"
Clear fluid sprayed in rhythmic arcs, soaking his chin, his chest, the petals beneath them.
Lucifer rose, stripped his trousers in one motion. His cock sprang free — fourteen brutal inches of thick, veined, flushed meat, the fat crown glistening with pre-cum, pulsing angrily.
He positioned Mia on all fours, smacked her plush ass twice — sharp, stinging cracks — and growled,
"Mommy… whose bitch are you?"
"I'm my son's bitchhhnnnm…"
"Whose slut? Whose whore? Who owns this juicy fucking ass and its tight little hole?"
"I'm my son's whore… my son's slut… every inch of me belongs to my Luci…"
He notched his crown at her dripping entrance, then sank in one long, merciless glide.
The stretch was obscene. Mia's walls fluttered and clenched, trying to accommodate the impossible girth. Pain and pleasure fused into white-hot ecstasy.
He started slow — deliberate, dragging thrusts that let her feel every ridge, every vein.
Thrust… thwack… thud… thwack… thuuud…
Then he snapped.
The pace turned brutal.
Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak! Pakpakpakpakpak!
His heavy balls slapped wetly against her clit with every punishing stroke. The wet squelching sounds of her soaked cunt filled the orchard like obscene music.
Mia wailed, voice hoarse.
"Yesss… baby… fuck Mommy… harder… it's so fucking big… slow down… you're killing me… no—harder—fuck your whore mother… yessss… cummiiing… squiiirrrttt… splooort…"
He pulled out, glistening with her cream, and pressed the slick head against her ass. She opened for him greedily, swallowing every inch until his pelvis kissed her cheeks.
He fucked her ass with the same ruthless rhythm, groaning at the tight, rippling heat.
Thud… thud… thud… thud…
Mia screamed in bliss.
"Pound Mommy's ass… tear it apart… I'm your fucktoy… your slut… your everything… Lucifer… Lucii… faaaaster… squiiirrrttt…"
When he finally pulled free, he ordered,
"Deepthroat it. Suck your ass off my cock."
Mia obeyed instantly. Her lips stretched wide. He gripped her head and fucked her throat — gloooog… glllg… guuulp… gluck… gluck… sloppy, choking, drooling sounds as tears streamed down her cheeks.
He came with a guttural roar, flooding her mouth with thick, hot ropes of cum.
Shoooot… splooort… splat… shoooot…
Mia swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop.
"Luci… your cum is always the best…"
His cock twitched, already hardening again.
They fucked for four more hours — switching positions, holes, rhythms — until Mia lay boneless in the crushed flowers, body gleaming with sweat and fluids, pussy swollen and satisfied.
She pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.
"Yes, Luci… the fire is gone… because my son finally fucked his mother's pussy for the first time."
Amelia, trembling with unspent need, whimpered,
"Luci… only Mom? What about me?"
Lucifer chuckled darkly.
"Big Sis… find Jason or someone to eat your pussy tonight. Or wait until morning. I promised you'd be first tomorrow — I'll bury myself so deep you'll feel me in your womb when you wake up."
He kissed her fiercely, squeezing her breasts until she moaned into his mouth.
"And if I find even an hour tonight… I'll fuck you senseless and tell you the names I chose for our twins."
Then, with a final glance at the stunned royals, he said,
"Lady Veronica, King Ignis… one hour. Get ready. I'll show you Angelina Asher is mine."
He gathered Mia and Amelia close and strode toward the Ducal home, leaving the orchard reeking of sex, crushed petals, and raw, primal satisfaction.