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Serenity Town, Westirifer.
The procession of guests passed through Foxglove Street under the leadership of Paladin Commander Gothras of Holycross State. As before, citizens lined both sides of the road, holding bowls of flowers. They enthusiastically showered the marching cavalry with petals. Some sang local folk songs, others danced energetically, and a few offered water to the passing knights. All in all, the atmosphere in Serenity Town brimmed with joy.
Inside the foremost carriage of Redbarn Barony sat Baron Denford with his wives—Baroness Neria, Lady Nadira, Lady Jumana, and Lady Safiya. All of them peeked through the windows. This was the first time citizens of another territory had welcomed them with such genuine enthusiasm. The experience was new not only for Baron Denford but for the heads of the other noble families as well.
As the four women continued watching the crowds on both sides of the road, something suddenly flew in through the carriage window and struck Jumana's face. When she saw what it was, a sweet smile spread across her lips—it was a beautiful rose. She picked it up and leaned toward the window, calling out to the crowd with a smile, "Which one of you threw this rose to me?"
From the crowd a young girl of about fourteen stepped forward, holding her younger brother's hand. She spoke politely. "Esteemed lady, I'm very sorry if it hurt you… if you want, you can punish me."
Seeing the humble little girl, Jumana's face brightened even more. She took a silver coin from her spatial ring and passed it to the child. "No worries, no worries. I quite like this flower, so for giving it to me I'm paying you with this."
As her words ended, the carriage rolled onward. Inside, Baroness Neria turned to her. "You knew that flower isn't worth a dime, yet you still gave the child a silver coin. What was your motive?"
Jumana tapped the edge of the window. "I just wanted to check something… and now I have my answer."
"Check something… and now you have your answer," Neria repeated. "So what were you checking, and what answer did you get?"
"I intended to see the real faces behind these people's smiling façades," Jumana replied. "But surprisingly, their smiles aren't façades—they're real. For a commoner, a silver coin is about three weeks' wages—a substantial amount that could easily make many people greedy. Leave the little girl aside; I assume she didn't know the value of the silver, so she showed no greed. But Sister Neria… did you notice the woman who caught that silver? If she had wanted to, she could have kept it for herself. I'm not about to step down from this carriage and punish her. Yet instead of keeping the coin, she passed it straight to the little girl. That means she didn't feel any loss—she was simply happy for the child."
As Jumana finished her observation, a masculine voice spoke up. "And you observed all of that while sitting inside this carriage, dear Jumana. The world is filled with strange creatures. You can't judge a book by its cover. What if that woman was only pretending to be kind and graceful? It's also possible that both the little girl and her brother are that woman's children. Leave the girl and the woman aside—imagine if the ducal family of Westirifer ordered these people to welcome us this way just to create a good impression. Many things are possible."
Conversations of this sort were not limited to the carriages of Redbarn Barony; the same doubts were being voiced inside the carriages of the other two noble families as well.
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The procession of guests continued forward at a steady pace under Gothras's guidance.
Inside the leading carriage of the Holygrill family—
"Aaahhmm… aahnnn… ahnnnn… ohhnn…
Oh… yess… mhmmmnm… mhnnmm…
Nooo… stoppit… hhmmm… nooohhhmm… don't stoppp… I… innnh… said… don'thh… youhhn… darehhh… to stoppphnn… hmmm… eehhhnn… aahhmm… mhmmm… mhmmmm… hnmhhmm…
Cumminngggg… cumminggghhhh… aaahhhhhhnnnnnn—"
Matriarch Aria's body convulsed as fresh waves of love juice leaked from her. Lucifer paused in the middle of sucking and massaging her breasts. He touched the back of his head and asked knowingly, his purpose pure teasing, "Aunt Aria, why does your lap feel wet? Did you just pee?"
Aria gave no reply; she was still breathing rapidly.
On the other side of the carriage sat three more women—Gloria, Delya, and Synthia—each with a slightly flushed expression. Why only slightly, and not fully red? Because the one moaning like a bitch in heat was Delya and Gloria's own mother, and Synthia's own niece. The answer was simple: all three had been watching the same scene for the past half-hour.
The first time Lucifer forced Aria to orgasm, their faces had flushed tomato-red. The second time had been pure ecstasy. Watching her niece squirt again and again made even Synthia's virgin pussy itch. But after the second climax, what followed was no ordinary chain of orgasms—it became a marathon of continuous release. Lucifer kept sucking and massaging; Aria kept moaning and squirting. By now the three voyeurs had lost count, and the entire carriage was filled with the musky scent of Aria's fluids. The wooden floor and the seat she sat on had grown damp from it.
When Aria still did not answer, Lucifer slanted a look toward Gloria and the others. They stared back at him with blank expressions, unsure what to say.
Just then the bell tower rang out—*Runnngggg… Rungggggg… Runnngggghhh*.
Hearing the bells, Delya parted the curtains a fraction and saw that their procession was only about a hundred meters from the entrance gate of the ducal grounds. She immediately closed the curtain again and spoke in a hurried tone. "You… you… you horny monkey! See what you've done—how is Mother supposed to present herself in front of the others now?"
Lucifer looked at her with eyes full of innocence. "Sister Delya… what happened? Why are you angry at me? Did I do something wrong?"
Delya rolled her eyes. "Wrong my ass, kid—"
"Sister Delya, are you feeling something wrong in your ass?" Lucifer cut in.
Irritated, she cursed under her breath. "Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…"
"Do you want to get fucked by me, Sister Delya?" he chimed again. "Well, I'm happy to oblige, but you know… today is Aunt Misty's turn. I'm going to enjoy tonight with her."
Delya's face flushed red with anger—and a touch of dejection. On the other side, Synthia and Gloria tried to suppress their laughter—*Pffft… pfftttth*.
Seeing how thoroughly he was toying with her, Delya pressed on. "Joke aside, Lucifer, look what you've done to Mother. We're almost at the ducal palace. How is she supposed to dismount in this condition? You made her orgasm so many times in the span of half a bell that she's dehydrated. Look how haggard her beautiful face has become… and leave her face—look how damp her clothes are. In this cold weather she might even catch a cold."
Lucifer glanced at Aria's face and saw that she did indeed look exhausted. He turned back to Delya. "Did Aunt have sex with anyone before reaching Valmare Town?"
She nodded. "Yes. Yesterday evening, when the Ironford County entourage arrived at Lumera, after the feast the retired old Count Goccrek, along with his seven ministers and his grandson, demanded to have sex with Mother. Seeing that they were guests, she agreed as host. From last night until this morning all nine of them fucked her, turn after turn. She suffered no injuries, but she was left quite tired after staying awake the entire night. This morning we all departed from Lumera, and at noon Baron Denford joined us near Gigori Wall Town."
Lucifer shot back, "What need was there to entertain the request of that old fucker? What kind of hospitality is it when the host suffers? Really, sometimes even Aunt behaves like a foolish woman."
He snapped his fingers. "Cleanse."
At the single word, every trace of filth vanished. The wooden floor of the carriage dried, the musky scent of bodily fluids disappeared, and Aria's wet clothes became clean and dry.
After casting cleanse magic.
He gently touched Aria's face and snapped his fingers once more—this time without a word. Gloria, Delya, and Synthia watched as Aria's complexion improved at a visible speed; within seconds she looked far better than before.
Synthia exclaimed, "Chantless magic… in the healing class? What spell did you just use on Aria, Lucifer?"
"Nothing exaggerated," he answered. "Just Minor Mend."
"Why isn't she opening her eyes?"
"She's exhausted and sleeping."
He caressed Aria's cheek with open affection and care, then placed a sweet kiss on it. "Muah".
"Let her sleep… don't disturb her."
Watching Lucifer peck Aria's cheek, Synthia felt a sudden pang in her heart, yet she kept silent—embarrassed that she was jealous of her own niece. She knew the kisses Lucifer had given her earlier and the one he had just given Aria carried different meanings. One had been teasing and full of intensity; this later one was pure affection. And Synthia herself wanted both.
When she was in her own stupor ,Lucifer's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "We have arrived."