For a full two hours Lucifer pounded Delya's cunt without a single pause.
He didn't just fill her empty womb—he marked every inch of her. Her neck, collarbone, and heavy tits were covered in love bites and lust bites until they looked like a battlefield.
He wrung orgasm after orgasm out of her, made her squirt until she was a trembling, soaked mess. When he finally dumped his load deep inside her, exhaustion slammed into her body like a truck. She passed out cold, never even noticing the twin little violet heart-shaped marks that had appeared over her pussy—proof she was now successfully pregnant with twins.
But Lucifer's cock didn't care. It was still rock-hard, veins bulging, pulsing, and leaking precum like thick maple syrup. His balls were drawn up tight and heavy.
Why the fuck wouldn't they be? He'd been holding back since morning, and now two ridiculously beautiful, elegant, mature hourglass-shaped women stood completely naked in front of him, presenting their bodies like prize trophies.
All he wanted was to devour them until time itself gave up.
Problem was, neither of them was ready to climb aboard the absolute-pleasure train with him.
Aria was dead-set on fucking her own youngest son first before letting anyone else near her. Synthia was a complete virgin—desperate to start the journey with her husband, yet terrified because she'd never had a cock inside her in her life.
So Lucifer tried one last time with his aunt.
"Aunt… can't you just jerk me off until Sister Gloria gets here? Please?"
Aria sighed, smiling in defeat. "Well, since my Lucifer is begging so nicely… I suppose I can be a little less stubborn and spare a few minutes for him."
She walked over to the adjacent king-sized bed and settled herself comfortably on it.
"Get your ass off that cum-soaked mattress and come join me on this one."
Lucifer jumped down, scooped the unconscious Delya into his arms, and carried her to another soft, dry bed. He wiped her body clean, tucked the blanket around her, then strode over to Aria with his cock still standing at full attention.
Meanwhile Synthia darted to the side table, grabbed two bowls and spoons, and scooped generous amounts of Lucifer's thick semen from the soaked sheets and floor where moments ago Lucifer have creampied delya and drenched whole area near bed with his overflowing and excessive load.
She carried the bowls over, sat beside Aria on the edge of the bed, and handed one over. Both women started eating it like it was the finest dessert they'd ever tasted.
Aria glanced at Lucifer's cock—now only inches from her lips—winked, and swallowed another spoonful of his previous load...
"Lucifer, aren't you being awfully considerate of my daughter? You even wiped her down and tucked her in. When the hell do I get that treatment? You're making me jealous."
"She's your daughter, Aunt, but I also see her as my sister. Family. If I don't take care of her, who will?"
Aria smirked. "And you're sure you're not stealing my daughter from her husband? You just knocked her up, you mischievous little boy. What's stopping her from leaving Paul and moving into Seredity with you forever?"
"Now that you mention it… if Sister Delya lived with us, that would be even better."
"And Paul? You're just straight-up stealing her from him?"
"No, Aunt. She loves that man more than anything. She'd never leave him, and I'd never force her. I just want her where I can see her. I like her. She's adorable and feisty at the same time."
"Enough, kiddo. Don't make a mother and a great-aunt jealous of their own daughter and grand-niece. I don't know why, but every time you praise another woman in front of me I get this little frustrated itch."
Synthia chimed in, licking her spoon. "Same, Aria. Whenever he praises someone who isn't me it pisses me off."
"Well, we can't stop him from praising others, can we?" Aria looked at Lucifer. "Come here, brat. Lay your head on my lap and I'll jerk that monster off nice and quick."
Lucifer practically dove onto her thighs, using them as a pillow. Aria set the empty bowl aside and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, starting a slow, expert stroke while coaching Synthia at the same time.
"Aunt, watch. Even if Lucifer's dick is bigger than most, you don't need both hands. First caress that fat pink head with your palm, then stroke the shaft up and down with a little twist, and don't forget to squeeze the balls every now and then. Keep doing that until he's so sensitive he can't hold it anymore."
"Oh… so one hand is enough to drain him?"
"Yes and no."
"Why?"
"Sometimes he barely needs anything. Sometimes he needs a lot more. It depends on how horny you are, how much you want it, the lust, the need, the devotion, the emotional bond… I can't explain it with words. You'll understand once you feel it. You can try right now while he's enjoying my hand. Go on—pleasure him with me."
"You want me to stroke him together with you?"
"No. I love the way this twitching cock feels in my fist. But you can suck on his eggs."
"Eggs, what is he...a hen?"
"His balls, Aunt. The two sensitive little balls in that soft sack. Suck them like they're the most delicious candy you've ever wanted. Trust me—this brat will blow a lot faster."
Synthia raised an eyebrow. "You're saying that with so much confidence. Sounds like you've done this plenty of times."
"I have. With plenty of guys. Just not with him yet."
"Then how do you know he'll cum faster?"
"Because I've watched Lady Mia calm him down when he's wound up this tight. He shoots quickest when his women deep-throat him—I've only seen Lady Mia and Lady Ruby do it once. And he's got this funny little fetish. Lady Mia told me she discovered it by accident."
"What fetish?"
"He loves it when a woman licks, sucks, or slides a finger up his asshole… but he hates it and refuses completely if another man tries the same thing."
"You learned a lot about Lucifer from Mother-in-law."
"I did. But I still haven't told you the thing he loves most."
"What is it?"
Aria smiled down at the boy nuzzling her chest. "He loves playing with tits and drinking breast milk… straight from the source."
"Then why is he just groping and squeezing your tits instead of drinking? Your nipples are right in his face and they're already leaking."
"Because this is a good boy who knows manners. I only agreed to jerk him off. I didn't give him permission to nurse like before, so he's not forcing it."
She looked down at Lucifer, whose face was buried between her heavy breasts. "Brat… do you want to drink?"
Instead of answering, Lucifer pinched both of her brown nipples hard.
"Mmhmmn—Ahhhn… uffhh…"
Aria lightly smacked his arm. "You mischievous little shit. Use your damn mouth to answer. Who told you to pinch them?"
Looking slightly dejected, he mumbled, "Yes, Aunt… let me suck. I love your milk."
She purred in a teasing, seductive voice. "You love my milk, huh? How much?"
"How am I supposed to answer that? Let's just say sucking on them makes me feel satisfied."
"Then choose. Whose milk do you like more—mine or—"
Lucifer cut her off instantly.
"My mommy's, Aunt. I love her the most. I love everything about her. Even if she hurts my feelings, she's still my everything. Please don't compare yourself to her in front of me. I choose her every single time."
"Tch. Boring brat. Can't you at least fake it for my sake?"
Lucifer bit down on the soft flesh of her breast, leaving a clear mark.
"Aaaahnnnnmmm! You little shit, why did you bite me? Couldn't you just say 'no' with your fucking mouth?!"
Synthia watched the whole exchange and spoke up. "Lucifer, switch to my tits. I'm not lactating right now, but at least I won't ask you stupid comparison questions. I already understand how you are."
Aria's head snapped toward her. "Aunt… are you trying to steal my Lucifer from me?"
Synthia teased back...."Since when is he yours? I'm his wife. And last I checked, Harry is waiting for you. You want your son to wake up and find the mother who treats him like a precious gemstone is busy feeding her milk to someone else?"
"My son isn't that petty, Aunt."
"So you're calling my husband petty?"
Synthia looked straight at Lucifer. "Luci, come suck on your wife's tits. Your aunt thinks you're petty."
Aria bristled. "Why are you provoking him, Aunt? I never said my Lucifer was petty. And as for the milk— I have two nipples. I can feed both boys at the same time."
Synthia pressured her again, clearly feeling jealous of her calling Lucifer as 'my'.....
"Again with 'your Lucifer'? Why the fuck is he yours? He's not yours—he's mine. I'm his wife, so stop claiming him and give my husband back."
Feeling hostility from her tone, aria shot back...
"Really? What the hell are you scheming, you bitch? Why are you suddenly trying to start shit when I was literally teaching you how to jerk a man off?"
"Bitch, go ride your son's cock like the hungry sow you are and leave my husband alone. I can handle him just fine."
Aria's voice rose into a full yell. "Why the fuck shouldn't I crave my son's cock?! Oh, I get it now—you don't have one of your own, so you can't understand. Virgin bitch!"
Synthia's eyes flashed. "Did you just call me a virgin bitch? Virgin bitch?!"
"Yes! So what? Aren't you?!"
"Don't you remember this 'virgin bitch' raised you after your mother died young? I was the one who nurtured you!"
"I respect that—but how dare you snatch Lucifer away from me and at the same time provoke him toward me and my son?!"
"Snatch him? You harlot, what even are you to Lucifer? His mother? No. His wife? No. His sister? No. His aunt? Yes—but you already rejected sleeping with him. Me? I'm his wife. Acknowledged by his mother and his other two wives. I'm actual family."
"You really want to do this, Aunt? I already have enough husbands. I don't want another one—that's why I'm not taking him. And as for fucking him? I'm doing it today. After I fuck Harry. Before evening. I'll be riding this dick long before your sorry virgin ass gathers the courage, you bloody bitch!"
"Is that so, Aria?"
"Yes it is, you old virgin hag"
Synthia glared daggers. "Take your hand off my husband's cock. Right now."
"Why?"
"Scared I'll ride it before you can?"
"Ha! Before me? Keep dreaming."
"Then remove your fucking hand."
"Fine."
Aria stopped stroking. She yanked her nipple out of Lucifer's mouth, freed the other from his grip, lifted his head, and stood up.
"Lucifer… your aunt is leaving. Now your virgin wife can take care of that erection."
Synthia sneered. "Go, slut. Go. I'll take care of him better than you ever could."
Lucifer finally spoke up, looking between the two furious women. "Synthia… Aunt… why the hell are you two arguing? A few minutes ago you were both getting me off together!"
Before Aria could answer, Synthia shot him a death glare. "Horny pig, get properly on the bed. Don't lie on the edge like a fucking idiot."
"Wh-why…?"
"Motherfucker, just do what I say."
Aria couldn't resist one last jab. "Do what Aunt says, Luci. She wants to sleep on your dick the same way she slept before."
Synthia ignored her completely. Once Lucifer was centered on the mattress she climbed on, seized his thick cock like an iron pole, and said in a suddenly soft voice:
"Lucifer… I'm entrusting myself to you."
"What do you mean?"
"Fuck me. Right here. Right now."
"But you said you weren't ready. You were afraid."
"That's why I'm saying I'm entrusting myself to you, brat. I'm ready now."
"Really?"
"Are you going to fuck me or should I go find myself another husband?"
"Then relax. Lie down beside me and trust me. I won't let you feel even a bit of pain."
Just as he was about to begin, Gloria walked in from behind and spoke to Aria.
"Mom, I'm ready. The cleansing spell was too hard so I just took a hot bath. Can I go ride him now?"
Aria's voice was pure venom. "You're late, sweetheart. Your bitch of a great-aunt already took your spot."
"Wh—what? Mom, why are you so angry?"
Aria jabbed a finger at Synthia. "That's the whore's fault. Fucking bitch."
"What happened while I was gone?"
"Nothing." Aria pointed at the wrecked bed where Delya had been. "Girl, look at that bed and the floor—still swimming in Lucifer's cum. Grab the wooden buckets from the bathroom and collect every single drop. Don't you dare let any of it go to waste."
"Collect… cum? Why?"
"Eat some first, then ask questions."
Gloria walked over, scooped a bit of semen off the floor with her finger, and sucked it clean.
Then Without another word she ran to the bathroom, came back with four or five wooden buckets, and started scooping up every drop of the still-flowing cum, storing it carefully.