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As per Veronica's instruction, her youngest daughter Trainy stepped forward with a warm smile, her blooming belly leading the way as she opened her spatial ring. One by one she began distributing the pleasure rods to everyone present in the grand chamber, regardless of gender. Thick, slightly translucent shafts of various colors and textures passed from her hands into eager palms ..... some long and girthy, others shorter and more tapered, all modeled after Lucifer's own impressive cock. Soft appreciative murmurs rose from the women as they turned the smooth, hardened slime-and-resin rods over in their hands, which felt almost similar to real dick.
Silva cleared her throat and spoke clearly so the entire room could hear. "These pleasure rods were created by darling himself. They come in different sizes, from shorter ones around six inches to longer ones reaching fourteen inches. The material is flexible yet firm, with a natural slickness once you apply a bit of lubrication. They have adaptive and healing magic woven in, so they adjust comfortably and help prevent any soreness afterward. Still, it's best to wash them after every use. You can move them however you like with your own hands ..... there's no automatic thrusting or vibration. Use them to explore every sensitive spot inside you. Now watch us demonstrate."
The four organizers wasted no time. Veronica chose a long, thick, veiny-looking rod and dropped to her knees on a padded platform. She coated it generously with her saliva, then moaned deeply as she pushed the large shaft into her dripping pussy. "Mmmhh…. ahhh… yes….oohmmm....its deep....hnnmmhm.." She worked it in and out slowly at first, then reached for a second smaller rod and pressed it against her asshole. With a low, throaty groan she sank both inside herself, filling both holes completely. "Haaah…. fuck…. so full... Aahhnn.... It's deep... Nmmhnm"
Silva and Isolde paired up on a wide daybed, each taking a rod into their cunt while guiding another into their ass. Their moans blended together as they moved the shafts with steady hands. "Nngh…. ahh…. right there….eehhmm...Luciferr...my darling....aahnn...ahnnmm.." Trainy leaned back against a chair, legs spread, working one thick rod deep into her pussy and a curved one into her ass at the same time. "Ohhh…. gods…. it's hitting everything… mmmph….even replica of.... Hnnmm... Daddy's cock is amazing~ahmmnn"
The rest of the women quickly copied them. Moans of varying intensity soon filled the grand chamber. Some women eased rods into their pussies only, gasping as they stroked their G-spots. Others focused on their assholes, letting out surprised, pleasure-filled cries when the rods rubbed sensitive inner walls. Many, like Mia, Ruby, Misty and Talmora, took the largest one in their birthhole and another one a bit smaller than the largest one in their assholes simultaneously, their voices rising in shaky, needy sounds. "Ahhn…. too much….its heavy...but don't stop…. haaah…."
On the men's side, Jeff, Borris, Oswald, Baldwin, Elder Guntor, Shawn, Godfrey, and Toba grew curious. They selected smaller, well-lubricated rods and began working them into their own asses. Jeff let out a rough groan as he pushed one inside himself. "Goodness...grrrhh…. ngh…. that's… intense…." Borris and the others followed, faces flushed with surprise and growing pleasure as they stimulated their prostates. The remaining men, seeing the women and their companions fully occupied, turned to each other. Soon pairs and small groups formed, cocks sliding into mouths and asses with familiar hunger along with the intoxicating sound of thrusting and sucking.
For two full hours the grand chamber echoed with raw, realistic pleasure. Women moaned and gasped as they fucked themselves thoroughly. "Ahh…. yes…. deeper…. mmmph… I'm close…." Some came with sharp cries, bodies shaking as juices dripped down their thighs. Others drew it out, whimpering softly while chasing one peak after another. "Haaah…. fuck…. again…." Even though the rods could not fill them with warm cum, the sheer volume of orgasms left most of the women blissed out and trembling.
The men using the rods were no quieter. Grunts and low groans mixed with the wet sounds of rods moving in their asses while their hands stroked their own cocks. "Nngh…. shit…. right there…." Several of them shot thick ropes of cum across their stomachs and chests, breathing hard as waves of ecstasy rolled through them.
Well past midnight, when everyone had finally slowed down and caught their breath, Isolde raised her voice to draw attention. "Listen up, everyone. Luci created these pleasure rods for a simple reason — women's sexual wellness. Whenever you feel horny or aroused and no man is around to satisfy you, these let you take care of yourself properly. No more frustration. They're here to help all of us enjoy our bodies freely."
A murmur of agreement spread through the room as, still stimulating her cervix with the pleasure rod in doggy style while making an ahegao face like a bitch in heat, Mia said, "My son's dick is still better than this toy but it's him who created it so this is still pleasurable."
After a short discussion, everyone voted strongly in favor of using the pleasure rods regularly. True to their earlier agreement, each person received a personal set of two rods — different shapes, textures, and sizes that would adapt comfortably to their bodies.
Trainy checked her spatial ring, glanced towards Veronica and chuckled. "Mom, my stock is already down from one thousand to seven hundred and forty. The rest of you still have your full thousand each. We have three thousand seven hundred and forty rods left to sell in the markets. Dad promised a special reward to whoever sells the most — anything we want from him. I don't plan on losing to all three of you."
Satisfied smiles and determined glances were exchanged. The long, pleasurable night had come to a satisfying close, as everyone went to sleep, but the real competition among a daughter and her three mothers was only beginning.
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Inside the isolation barrier, the night air was calm and quiet. Lucifer lay on the soft, molten-colored sand, his strong arms wrapped protectively around Mara and Zyrelia. The two shadow-daughters snuggled close against his chest, their beautiful bodies fitting perfectly in his embrace. Even in his sleep, Lucifer's hands wandered lazily — one sliding slowly over Mara's back and down to her little waist, the other gently caressing Zyrelia's side and hip. Both girls let out soft, contented sighs in their sleep, pressing even closer as they cherished every touch from their beloved Papa.
A short distance away, Flegris the werewolf and Karzha the dragonkin still lay completely fainted on the sand, their faces frozen in expressions of pure terror. Vance sat nearby, keeping a bored but dutiful eye on the two beastkin women while occasionally glancing toward the bonfire.
On the opposite side of the barrier, Galathor stood alone before the crackling flames Lucifer had started earlier. The proud elf warrior, who came from a family that rarely touched meat due to their strict preservation teachings, stared at the two massive python chunks — each the size of a full-grown pig — with the expression of a man facing his greatest trial.
He glanced desperately toward Valdren for help, only to find the older man already snoring loudly like a contented sloth, completely dead to the world. Galathor's shoulders slumped.
"....Fine. I'll do it myself," he muttered. "How hard can cooking be? You have meat…. you have fire…. you throw meat into fire. Simple."
With the confidence of someone who had never cooked anything more complicated than forest berries, Galathor picked up the first enormous chunk of python meat. He liberally sprinkled salt and pepper on all sides — so much that white and black grains rained onto the sand around him. Then he poured nearly half the bottle of oil over it like he was anointing a sacred relic.
"Right. Into the fire... Oh goddess Nara, accept this offering."
He heaved the giant slab directly onto the open flames. A massive 'WHOOSH' erupted as the oil ignited instantly. Galathor jumped back with a startled yelp, nearly tripping over his own feet. Thick black smoke began billowing upward immediately, carrying the unmistakable stench of burning meat.
Undeterred, he grabbed the second chunk and repeated the process with even more enthusiasm — more salt, more pepper, a ridiculous amount of oil — before tossing it onto the fire as well. The bonfire roared higher, flames licking wildly as fat dripped and sizzled violently.
Galathor poked at the meat with a long stick he had found, flipping the massive slabs with all the grace of a drunken bear. Chunks of charred python flew off and landed in the sand. He tried to salvage them by brushing the sand off and throwing them back into the inferno.
"...Needs more seasoning!" he declared, dumping the rest of the salt and pepper directly into the flames. The fire hissed and sparked angrily in protest. Galathor coughed violently as a fresh cloud of black smoke engulfed him, but he refused to back down. He circled the bonfire like a madman, occasionally jabbing the meat while muttering to himself.
"Maybe if I spin it faster…. yes! Rotisserie style!" He grabbed a longer branch and tried to balance one slab on it like a spit, only for the whole thing to collapse back into the flames with a wet 'splat'. Oil and fat exploded outward, nearly setting his sleeve on fire.
By now the entire area smelled like a battlefield of burnt offerings. Galathor's face was streaked with soot and sweat. He looked at the charred, misshapen lumps with something resembling pride.
"....Perfect. Surely cooking is incredible."
At that exact moment, Lucifer stirred. The strong scent of burning meat invaded his nose. His eyes snapped open. Mara and Zyrelia were still clinging tightly to his arms, their hands gripping him even in sleep. With careful, attentive movements, Lucifer gently pried his arms free without waking them. He reached into his spatial ring and pulled out two fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. He slipped the pillows under their heads and tucked the blanket snugly around their bodies, brushing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads before standing up.
His gaze swept across the barrier. Vance was staring toward the bonfire with an unreadable expression. The two fainted beastkin women had apparently woken up at some point and were now also staring in horrified fascination at the scene.
And there, in the middle of it all, stood Galathor — covered in soot, proudly standing guard over two blackened, smoking disasters that barely resembled meat anymore. Thick black plumes continued rising into the night sky.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, trying and failing to hide his amusement.
"Brother Galathor.... "
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