After a short but arduous court session where Lucifer laid out his ruthless future course of action, the citizens who had attended quietly returned to their homes. The residents of the ducal palace—along with every minister, commander, and the entire squad of twenty-five Yokshire Devils—gathered in the grand imperial dining hall for a massive communal dinner.
Head Maid Misty moved like a whirlwind among the workers and chefs, barking sharp orders while guiding the precise plating of every dish. Roasted meats dripping with juices, thick stews, fresh breads, and decadent desserts filled the air with mouth-watering aromas. What better way to forge stronger bonds than a single table where family, ministers, commanders, and elite spies all ate together?
At the enormous banquet table sat Mia, Ruby, Amelia, Silva, Veronica, Elspeth, Agnes, Roland, Shawn, Cesar, Baldwin, Maxwell, Lady Commander Artemis, Commander Vance, Dorotheia, Noel, Allen, Westeria, Jenna, Tristian, Trainy, Vinni, Aleric, Rowena, Godfrey, Catherine, Geoffrey… and all twenty-five Yokshire Devils in their handsome male forms.
Plate after plate arrived—servers moving with flawless professionalism, refilling wine and clearing empties without a sound. Laughter and conversation rose steadily.
Yet Mia's eyes kept scanning the room, restless.
Lucifer was nowhere to be seen.
For days now she had watched him wasting away. Mornings he buried himself in the forges, personally hammering and enchanting Sunstone Bulbs until nightfall. When he finally dragged himself home, exhaustion slammed him straight into bed—he barely touched food.
No breakfast. No lunch. No dinner.
Last night had been the only exception. She had coerced and coaxed him relentlessly until he snapped. Once he gave in, Lucifer spent the entire night fucking, railing, ravaging, and ploughing every single woman in the household like a man possessed. He pounded their dripping pussies and tight asses with his massive 14-inch cock, slamming balls-deep until their walls clenched and squirted. He devoured their clits and holes with his tongue and fingers, making them scream and moan like bitches in heat. He fucked them raw—double-penetrating some with his cock and fingers, ploughing others until their bellies bulged with his cum. Only after thoroughly ravaging every last one did he allow himself a few pitiful hours of sleep.
Then the disturbing news hit at dawn.
From that moment he had thrown himself back into war preparations—issuing orders, forging alliances, addressing the ducal court. He hadn't eaten properly, hadn't spoken more than a few words, and tonight he had once again skipped the communal dinner, retreating straight to his penthouse room.
Mia knew exactly what she was: a horny bitch, a shameless whore, a pure slut who stayed in constant heat and would pounce on any thick cock in sight. Her sexual hunger was bottomless—every woman in Sinflare Augustiland was the same. But she was also a mother.
And right now her child was suffering.
Mid-dinner, while everyone else laughed and mingled, Mia silently stood. She scooped generous portions of Lucifer's favorite dishes into her space ring and turned to leave.
She had taken only one step when Jeff's strong hand gently caught her wrist.
"Mia… where are you going? You're abandoning us and you haven't even finished your dinner."
Before she could answer, Shawn leaned in with a hungry grin.
"Madam Mia… please don't leave us tonight. Tomorrow morning most of us head out on Master's mission. Spend the night with us. Today only Oswald and Baldwin got to taste your holes… I want to fuck you, rail you, ravage you to my heart's content. Please…"
The women at the table burst into soft, knowing giggles.
Ruby leaned forward with a wicked tease.
"Sister Mia… I didn't realize these men were so addicted to your holes. Look how desperate they are to breed you. Aaaah… if only I was that popular!"
As the teasing continued, Jeff's free hand grew bolder. His palm slid down, caressing her thick thighs, groping her plump child-bearing ass, then rubbing slow, firm circles directly over her already-leaking pussy through the thin fabric.
Soft, involuntary moans slipped from Mia's lips despite her iron will.
"Mmmh… hnnn… Jeff…"
Her thighs trembled. Her pussy throbbed and grew wetter under his teasing fingers, but she clamped down hard on her rising lust.
"I don't mind letting all of you fuck me, rail me, or plough me senseless," she said, voice tight, "but right now I can't stay. You're all laughing and chatting, yet has **anyone** here even bothered to call Lucifer for dinner?"
Her eyes swept the table like a whip.
"And the rest of you girls—you've all seen how hard he's been working. Did any of you think to invite him? Or at least carry food to his room?"
She locked eyes with Westeria.
"Westeria… doesn't he always call you 'my dear Wess' with that soft voice full of love? Did you comfort him even once today? Did you?"
She glared at the entire table.
"Look at all of you—enjoying your happy little feast—while none of you gave a single thought to your son, your brother, your husband."
"So at least let me go comfort my child. And here you all are, still trying to stop me?"
She slapped Jeff's roaming hand away with a sharp smack. His fingers left her soaked pussy reluctantly.
The merry mood died instantly.
Westeria, Ruby, Veronica, Isolde—all of them suddenly looked guilty, eyes downcast.
Mia softened her tone just a fraction.
"I didn't mean to lecture. Just… don't try to stop me again."
She glanced at Shawn and Jeff.
"And you two—go fuck someone else tonight. Take Ruby. You know she's an absolute expert. She can take Lucifer's entire monster cock balls-deep in both her pussy and asshole. Double-penetrate her, rail her cunt and ass at the same time while she sucks Jason or Tristian's cock. She'll love it."
She turned to Veronica.
"Veronica is leaving tomorrow. She should spend tonight getting thoroughly fucked and bred by her dear son Tristian."
Then she addressed the whole table one last time.
"Enjoy yourselves. Fuck, suck, and ravage each other all night long… but leave me alone. Tonight I'm spending every second with Lucifer."
With those words she turned and walked out of the dining hall, hips swaying, leaving a trail of heavy silence behind her.
Jeff exhaled slowly.
"Hmm… Mia's right. That kid is overworking himself to death."
He shot Jason a mocking look.
"You manslut… learn one or two things from your big brother. But no—you'd rather waste time chasing pussy."
Veronica, quiet until now, turned to Tristian with gentle steel in her voice.
"Tristian, my son… it's been over a month since we cut ties with the kingdom. You're no longer a prince. You know that, right?"
"You are my heart. I've never refused you the right to fuck me or breed me—I've always let you rail me whenever you wanted. You know your father fucks me damn well now… but I still crave your cock more than his."
"But while I'm pregnant—with your elder and younger sisters from your father—don't you think constantly ploughing and ravaging me and them is a waste right now? It's not that I don't want to carry your children… I desperately do. But I can't right now."
"So you have these five free months. Use them."
"Yes—you can still fuck me and your sisters whenever you want. I won't stop you. But after the Fertility Ceremony festival ends… you will join the ducal apprentice knight squad. You will train under them for a full month. Only then—during the breaks your commanders allow—will you be permitted to fuck, rail, and ravage us mothers and daughters again."
"Understood?"
She turned to Commander Vance, who was tearing into an entire roasted pig like a starving beast.
"Commander Vance."
"Yes, Your Highness?"
"After the Fertility Ceremony, take my son Tristian under your wing. Train him for the position of Head Knight. I know you're already training Graham—I'm not asking for the same spot. I simply want Tristian's training to be exactly as brutal and intense as Graham's."
"Five months. One-week break after each month so he can come home and fuck us properly."
Vance wiped grease from his mouth and bowed.
"Yes, Your Highness. Consider it done. Looking at his current physique… no offense, but he's below even an E-rank adventurer. I will train him exactly like any other apprentice—no special treatment."
"The training will be harsh, but I guarantee he won't die."
"If Your Highness approves…"
Veronica nodded.
"Yes. Neither I nor my son has any objection. He will join after the festival."
Graham and the seven female apprentice knights stared at Tristian like fresh meat.
Ruby suddenly leaned toward Jeff.
"Jeff… you're an A-rank adventurer, right? Graham is S-rank and training under Sir Vance. Why don't you join them? Not as a knight—just for the power boost. You might hit A+, S-, even S+. That's always been your dream, hasn't it?"
"As for your Minister of Finance post… we'll cover it. Westeria can step in after she gives birth. She's in her last month anyway."
Jeff thought for a moment, then nodded.
"You're right. I've already impregnated Jenna, and you've chosen to bear Lucifer's child… so some hard training won't hurt. But Lucifer's always busy—who's going to fuck and satisfy all you ladies while I'm gone?"
Ruby smiled slyly.
"Don't worry. Plenty of cocks here—the Evorywood men, the Viper Guard commanders, and those twenty-five new Spy Unit guys. I already talked to them. They promised they'll rail us, fuck us, and plough us properly whenever we need it."
Jeff grinned.
"Then it's settled. Two months of training for me… and I'm dragging that fat horse Jason along too."
Ruby narrowed her eyes.
"Who are you calling a fat horse?"
Jeff laughed.
"Your son, obviously."
Ruby smacked his arm.
"Don't you dare mock my son, Jeff. I'm warning you—if you keep making those cold remarks, one day I'll cut off your cock, tie you up, and ride Jason right in front of you for an entire day while he ravages and impregnates me—without a single care."
Jeff felt a genuine chill… but still smirked.
"Hmm… I don't doubt you'd do it. But afterward I'll just crawl to Lucifer and beg him to heal me with his magic. And he will."
Ruby smirked back.
"We'll see who Lucifer listens to."
Graham chuckled darkly to the seven female apprentices.
"Look… two more clowns joining us. We can't mock them here… but on the training grounds, we're the seniors."
All eight laughed in cruel anticipation.
Meanwhile Westeria turned to Allen.
"Allen… honey… you're Head Minister. Even Jeff's authority is below yours. Don't you think your combat strength is pathetic for your title?"
Allen sighed.
"Darling… I can't leave the palace for long training like Jeff. I'm a mage, not a warrior. Vance and Artemis can't train me in magic."
Westeria smiled.
"Don't worry. I have a better solution. The platoon commanders are excellent mages too. NO11 once showed me S-grade spells. She'll train you perfectly."
"You can handle court in the mornings, rest at noon, train in the evenings. And you can fuck as many guards as you want—I know your sex drive is insane. There are five hundred male guards… you can taste all their cum like the gourmet you are."
Allen grinned.
"Agreed."
"But one condition… I want you to get fucked and railed by Master right in front of me. When you squirt and he floods your womb… collect some of that mixed cum and squirt for me. I want to taste it. Your squirt is sweet citrus… his cum is honey-nut heaven. I wonder what the blend tastes like."
Everyone at the table stared in stunned silence.
*Allen… you absolute God of Gourmet.*
Dinner continued with lighter, hornier chatter.
Ruby glanced at Amelia.
"Amelia… you're also in your last month, right? Didn't you say Lucifer already chose names for your babies—and even knew their genders? What did he pick?"
Amelia froze, suddenly remembering that interrupted conversation back in Pinewood Village. He had been about to tell her when some intuition yanked him away. She had forgotten to ask again.
"Aunt… it's true. He chose the names… but that day he got pulled away before he could tell me. I still don't know them. But I do know I'm carrying a son and a daughter."
Ruby's eyes sparkled.
"Woah… both? You're so lucky!"
She turned to Westeria.
"And you? What's in your belly?"
Westeria smiled proudly.
"A daughter. She'll arrive in 35–40 days. Husband named her 'Luceria'—Luc from Lucifer, eria from Westeria. Isn't it romantic?"
Ruby clutched her chest dramatically.
"Damn… I want his seed too. I want his child. What names will he give **our** son and daughter? I'm so jealous, Westeria… really jealous."
Her playful whining lifted the entire hall. Laughter rang out again, warm and loud.
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When Mia left the dining hall, she didn't head straight to Lucifer.
First she rinsed her mouth thoroughly.
Then she bathed in scented rose water, scrubbing every trace of the evening away.
After drying herself, she dabbed on the special rose perfume Lucifer had gifted her.
Finally she slipped into a thin, almost transparent blue kritle—so sheer her full breasts, hard nipples, wide hips, and glistening pussy were completely visible beneath the fabric.
Only then did she move toward his penthouse.
The ducal palace was a labyrinth—over two thousand rooms, countless halls, orchards, barns, stables. Walking would take forever.
Thankfully, Lucifer had installed teleportation portals and space elevators everywhere.
Mia stepped into the central space elevator, closed her eyes, and pictured Lucifer's private penthouse floor.
*Whoosh—*
In less time than it took to burn a single matchstick, she stood directly in front of his door.
Now… she would comfort her broken child, mend his wounded heart, and give him everything he needed tonight.