After the brief pause caused by Lucifer's little mischievous prank, the entourage kept moving forward toward Serendity Town.
In truth they were no longer far from the ducal palace; the entire procession had already crossed the border of Serendity Town. Their destination—the ducal palace of Westirifer—lay only a few miles ahead. Roughly fifteen kilometers in total: a short, smooth stretch that a steady, decent pace could cover in about an hour.
The brief stop Lucifer had caused did not trouble the knights of the other duchy and county, nor the members of the noble families. They rode well behind the cavalry led by Gothras, so they knew nothing of the real reason for the halt. To them it was simply a minor inconvenience that the Holygrill knights had already sorted out. They had no idea that the troublemaker himself was now riding inside the same carriage as Aria, Synthia, Delya and Gloria.
Even though each carriage carried four or five people, that was nowhere near its limit. In reality every carriage could hold about eight, which was why Lucifer had found plenty of room when he stepped into Aria's.
As soon as Lucifer entered the foremost Holygrill carriage, Commander of War Paladin Gothras began rearranging the remaining nine passengers.
Arlena, Arlira and Arlissa were settled into the second carriage. Their sudden appearance startled Nad, Kevlon, Branson, Desmond and Harry—none of whom had any idea who the three women were—but Gothras gave them no time to ask questions.
Gisella, Nella, Tabathia and Mable were placed in the third carriage. The sudden arrival of four beautiful women surprised Nyx, Stuart, Paul and Von. Watching Gothras calmly order them to make space only deepened their curiosity. When Nyx finally asked who they were, Gothras answered briefly:
"Young Master Nyx, they belong to Master Lucifer. And Master Lucifer is currently inside our first carriage with the Matriarch and the others."
Genuine surprise flashed across the faces of Nyx, Stuart and Von. Paul showed nothing on the outside, yet inside he was seething. He still remembered how Lucifer had humiliated him on their first meeting. There was nothing he could do about it. He had neither the power nor the means to challenge Lucifer, and the entire Holygrill family had already taken Lucifer's side. The most he could manage was to warn Liberator County to be wary of Westirifer and not to support the Lustbound Kingdom's schemes against it. As the son-in-law of the Holygrill family his hands were tied; if he ever opposed Westirifer again, Matriarch Aria would disown him without a second thought, and not even his wife Delya would stand up for him.
Nyx's eyes widened. "He's in the same carriage as Mother?"
Stuart leaned forward, equally intrigued. "Grandaunt Synthia is in there too. Now I'm really curious what they're all talking about."
Gloria's husband, Von Miller, snorted with a knowing grin. "What are you so curious about, Stuart? Think for a second. You already know why Grandaunt came with us to Westirifer—she's clearly interested in Lucifer. Then you've got Mother-in-law, Gloria and Delya in the same carriage… and now Lucifer's joined them. See the big picture yet?"
Gothras chose not to entertain the conversation any further and rode off. Watching his departing back, Nyx wore a thoroughly amused, schadenfreude smile. He glanced at Von, clearly understanding the hidden meaning, then tapped Stuart on the forehead and rolled his eyes.
"Knowing how aroused and horny Mother, Delya and Gloria can get… I think those three are going to milk Lucifer dry. And if Grandaunt joins in? Goddess help him. Everyone knows she's still a virgin, just waiting for Lucifer to break her seal."
Von chuckled. "Nyx, I don't know what it is, but every time I look at Grandaunt my libido jumps several folds. I really want to devour her. Maybe after she's married to Lucifer and that seal is finally broken, she'll fulfill my little wish of fucking her someday."
Nyx smirked. "Whose wouldn't jump several folds after seeing Grandaunt? My theory is she's so ridiculously attractive precisely because she's still a virgin. I wouldn't mind spending a few nights with her either. Maybe Young Master Lucifer will be the one who opens that door for us."
Von clasped his hands in prayer. "May Goddess Velia bless me."
Nyx joined him. "May Goddess Velia bless all of us."
While the two of them were lost in pleasant daydreams, Stuart interrupted.
"Eldest Brother, Second Brother-in-law… are you two seriously just thinking about how those sluts are going to milk him dry? Really? Have you both forgotten what happened last time our slutty mother and slutty Sister Delya came back from Westirifer? They were singing Lucifer's praises nonstop—telling us how he impregnated a hundred Holy Mothers and a hundred Valkyrie knights in a single day and took Commander Oriana as his wife. That wasn't ancient history. It happened about a week ago."
The carriage fell silent for a beat as every eye turned to Stuart. Even Paul, who had been quietly nursing his resentment, found himself listening with genuine curiosity. Impregnating that many women in one day was the sort of feat that made killing a fire dragon with a single sword look easy. For impregnating a single woman it's normally required years of relentless pumping, thrusting and creampieing—and even then luck played a huge role.
Stuart continued, "And you know what else? While I was ploughing Mother's cunt the other day she told me Young Master Lucifer is only eighteen and a half—younger than me—and his semen is otherworldly delicious. Not musky, salty and bitter like ours. So here's my thought: why don't we befriend him and ask how to make our own seed that potent… or at least make our cum taste as good as his? I'm thinking of offering him a variety of blowjobs so I can collect some samples."
Nyx clapped him on the shoulder in appreciation. "That's my little brother—always thinking ahead. Why didn't I come up with that?"
Then his expression turned thoughtful. "But there's something you might not know. About four days ago, while Father Desmond and I were both thrusting into Delya's cunt, she mentioned that after Mother returned from Westirifer, Young Master Lucifer visited Grandaunt that same night asking about some kind of oracle or spirit communication. When he arrived at the palace he found Dad fucking Head Butler Rovoleski… and Lucifer looked thoroughly disgusted.
"Which means Young Master doesn't like it when two men get sexual with each other. On the other hand, he seems perfectly fine—maybe even likes it—when two women do. I have no idea why he's so biased, but that does raise a problem: how exactly are you planning to get his cum load?
"And there's a rumor going around among the Holy Mothers that every time Lucifer releases, the amount is enormous—comparable to two or three full buckets. I didn't believe it at first, but if it's true, you only need to succeed once and we'll have more than enough."
Stuart's eyes lit up. "So that's how it is. Thanks for the intel, Elder Brother. I wasn't aware of his preferences, but I already have a plan to collect his load—and not in small quantities either."
Von leaned in, intrigued. "What's the plan?"
Stuart grinned. "For it to work, both of you will have to help me."
Nyx raised an eyebrow. "What kind of help? Spit it out. If it's feasible I don't mind."
Von nodded in agreement.
Stuart blinked twice, looking almost innocent. "During the Fertility Ceremony Festival, one of you has to give up the chance to perform sacred sex with the women… well, you can still fuck them, just not during the first two days. Who's willing? I'm already sitting those two days out."
Von answered without hesitation. "Only the first two days? Fine, I'll take the bullet."
"It's the rule of the world," he added with a shrug. "To gain something, you have to sacrifice something else."
Nyx looked genuinely grateful. "Thanks, Brother-in-law, for not forcing it on me. As the eldest son of the Holygrill family I have to participate for the family's sake. May Goddess Velia bless us Holygrills, our people, and our future empire."
Once Nyx finished, Von pressed, "So what's the actual plan?"
Stuart's smile turned sly. "Simple. Young Master Lucifer is definitely going to participate—Mother already told me so. And to participate you need a minimum of ten women partners who aren't already pregnant. So he'll have at least ten… probably more.
"According to the rumor Big Brother just shared, every time Lucifer ejaculates it's the equivalent of two or three buckets. Let's take the conservative number—two buckets per load.
"Now, his cum supposedly tastes delicious, so a lot of women will be hording it—especially the ones who force him to release. But how much can one woman actually gulp down? We're talking about human stomach capacity. One bucket is already enough to keep a woman full and happy for an entire day. That leaves at least another bucket as our trophy. And that's assuming the minimum.
"Imagine if he has twenty partners… or a hundred. How much cum will he produce in those first two days? With a bit of luck we should be able to horde six or seven buckets at the low end, and maybe forty to sixty at the high end before the initial two days are over."
Nyx and Von exclaimed in perfect sync, "Excellent plan, Stuart!"
While the three of them were busy plotting, the midwives and wet nurses riding in the same carriage listened to every word. They learned things about Lucifer that no one else had ever told them, and for that they were quietly thankful.
Roughly a quarter of a bell—fifteen minutes—passed while the trio continued their scheming.
Meanwhile, after settling the midwives and wet nurses into the third carriage, Gothras and Cassian mounted a single horse, while Margerett rode with Theron. The entire entourage pressed onward.
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Inside the foremost carriage of the Holygrill family
For the last twenty minutes or so Lucifer had been happily exploring and sniffing the soft valley between Aria's breasts. The scent was intoxicating—exactly the same jasmine fragrance he had gifted her back in Getildamare Town.
Suddenly a soft hand settled on his shoulder, followed by a voice as sweet as honey.
"Young Master, why are you only sniffing my niece's breasts? Why don't you try mine?"
The speaker was none other than Synthia—Oracle Master and the most exalted existence in the current Holygrill family.
Lucifer did not miss the invitation. He freed himself from Aria's embrace and buried his face between Synthia's generous mounds. The fragrance of fresh mint immediately filled his senses. Without hesitation he grabbed both breasts and began playing with them.
They were unimaginably plump yet soft as feathers—like the softest pillows a man could ever rest his head upon.
Synthia watched him with a satisfied little smile. Most of the time Lucifer acted mature and responsible, but deep down she knew that behind that ruthless exterior was still a young boy.
While he continued squeezing and fondling her, she asked softly, "Young Master… do you like my boobs that much?"
"Hmm," came the muffled reply.
"Then what about me? Do you also like me?"
"Umm…" He snuggled even deeper.
"Then… do you want me to stay with you?"
"Humm."
"Then if I said I want you to accept me as your wife… would you agree?"
"Umm."
"But last time you said I wasn't beautiful."
At that Lucifer finally lifted his head and looked at her. "I never said that. I said I love my mommy the most, and she is the most beautiful person in my life—for me she and the Goddess are one and the same. Then I asked you whether you thought you were more beautiful than the Goddess herself. I never said you weren't beautiful. Think about it—can any other woman ever be more beautiful than a son's own mother?"
Synthia's eyes sparkled with mischief. "So I am beautiful in your eyes? Am I more beautiful than your other wives?"
Lucifer answered patiently. "To me, real beauty doesn't come from the body—it comes from the soul. I'm different from every other man you've met. Everyone I love and like is beautiful. I don't differentiate based on appearance, because every one of us is the Goddess's creation, and every creation of hers is beautiful. You're a Saintess of the Goddess… why can't you understand something so simple?
"You are beautiful. Lady Aria, Lady Delya, Lady Gloria, my Aunt Ruby, my elder sister, my wife Westeria, Bellatrixa, Kaelith, Lovertia, Veronica, Daisy, Trainy, Aunt Misty, Lady Talmora, Fifi, Rkliona… and everyone else. All of them are beautiful in ways I can't rank.
"But the most beautiful one will always be my mommy.
"As for your bodily features… yes, they are great. I don't know if that alone makes someone 'beautiful,' but you really do look kinda hot."
Synthia raised an elegant eyebrow. "I'm hot? Quite a bold term for a young master to use."
"Then according to you… what does me being 'hot' actually mean?"
Lucifer's smile turned mischievous. "Hmm… nice counter-question. Let's interpret it like this: the way you make me look at you isn't normal. Whenever I look at you, I want to do… something something."
She repeated the words slowly, tasting them. "Something something… like what?"
He leaned in even closer.
"Smooch."
A soft kiss landed on her cheek. "Something like this."
His fingers trailed down her cheek and stopped at her neck.
"Smooch… slurp."
Another lingering kiss. "Something like this."
Then he dipped lower and sank his teeth gently into the skin just above her collarbone.
"Smooch… bite."
A small moan escaped her. "Ahnnnm…"
Lucifer whispered against her skin, "Something like this… Darling, are you starting to understand what I mean by 'something something'? Or do you need more demonstrations?"
Synthia's face flushed a deep red. She pushed him back playfully. "Young Master, what are you doing? I'm sitting right in front of my niece and grand-nieces… what will they think?"
Lucifer simply grabbed her breasts again, kneading them shamelessly. "They'll think nothing of it… because I'll do everything with them that I'm going to do with you. Damn… why do all of you look this hot? I'm losing myself…"
Gloria leaned forward with a teasing smile. "Young Master, what exactly does 'losing yourself' mean? How can the only son of a Grand Duchess behave like a horny animal? Have some composure."
Lucifer shot her a look. "And whose fault is that? Who turned me into a horny monkey? Who took advantage of my weakness?"
Delya blinked innocently. "Your weakness, Young Master? We don't know anything about that."
Aria, Gloria and Synthia all shook their heads in perfect, mischievous unison, smiling as if they had never heard of such a thing.
Lucifer turned to Delya with an exaggerated pout. "See? Look how innocent Sister Delya is pretending to be. Acting like she has no idea."
She squinted at him. "I really don't know. Why don't you just tell me yourself?"
Instead of answering, Lucifer looked straight at Aria and pouted even harder. "Aunt Aria… I'm hard and it hurts. Relieve it a little."
Aria's hand drifted down and pressed against the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Yes, Young Master, I can see that. But in this cramped little carriage… how am I supposed to relieve the stress of your dick?"
"Please… just let me suckle on your milk. I can already smell that sweet fragrance. While I suck, just jerk me off. It isn't that hard… and we still have some time before we reach the palace."
Aria's smile turned wicked. She pulled one heavy breast free from her gown and presented it to him. "Come here, then. Aunt's boobies are ready. Come and have your fill."
Lucifer needed no further invitation.
He activated every relevant skill at once—[Fingers and Tongue God], [Arousing Fingers], [Sensitive Touch] and [Spot]—and laid his head in Aria's lap. One hand squeezed her free breast while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking greedily.
At first Aria felt nothing unusual. Then a sudden wave of heat crashed through her. Her face flushed scarlet.
"What's… what's happening to me… why do I suddenly feel this needy…?"
Her eyes rolled back.
"Aahmm… eehh… uhhmmm… Youn… Young Master… aahmmm… ohhnnn… so good… ahhmm… mhmmm… more… harder, Young Master… hmmhm… uhmm…"
Her back arched sharply. Sweat began to bead on her skin.
"Uhmmm… I'm cumming… I'm cumming… oh no… my clothes… shit… shit… I'm cumming… oh Goddess…"
Her mouth fell open; a thin strand of drool slipped from the corner of her lips.
"Aaahhhmmm… ohh yess… so good… Aaahhhnnnnmmm…"
"Squirtt… Squirtt… Squirtt…"
Lucifer continued suckling with pure, innocent concentration, as if he had no idea what he was doing to her. Aria came hard, her regal blue gown rapidly growing damp with her own love juices.
Gloria, Synthia and Delya watched in stunned silence. The same thought flashed through all three minds at once:
*Teasing him aside… we knew he loved boobs and that they were his weakness. But damn… what are you, Young Master? How did you make Mother/Aria orgasm just by sucking on her tits? Your touch is every woman's weakness… and we really want to experience it ourselves.*
Lucifer paid their silent longing no attention. His entire focus remained on Aria.
For the rest of the journey he kept suckling, massaging, and teasing those sensitive peaks without mercy. Aria came again and again—every two or three minutes—until she lost all count.
By the time the procession reached vicinity of the fortess castle, Aria was completely drenched: sweat, squirts, and her own love juices had soaked through her gown. Those thirty minutes had been one of the most intense, blissful experiences of her life.
The only problem was that her dress was now thoroughly ruined.