A full day had passed since everyone took the green pill, and the entire household had returned to their original bodies. Vibrosa, Samuel, and Tristian were back to their broad-shouldered, deep-voiced manly forms, while Selena, Silva, Jenna and the others had reclaimed their lush, swaying curves, heavy breasts, inviting hips, and that intoxicating mix of sultry heat and nurturing softness that could make any man's blood run hot.
By now the wider circle—Allen, Jason, Trainy, Jeff, Westeria, Amelia, Isolde, Misty, Borris, Rakome, Remison and the rest—had also learned the full details of Lucifer's prank. Tristian, Vibrosa and Samuel had woken up with soft, dripping pussies instead of cocks… while Jenna, Silva, Selene, Mia, Daisy and Veronica suddenly sported thick, proud shafts where their folds used to be. The newly-equipped women wasted no time turning the tables, enthusiastically railing the three altered men into screaming, squirting submission. And in one especially memorable moment, Silva pinned her own brother Samuel down and successfully bred him—leaving him with a swollen, cum-filled belly and a very bewildered expression.
Yet a thoughtful silence still hung over everyone. Samuel finally spoke, scratching the back of his neck.
"Madam Mia… you're clearly the most experienced here. I may be older than you in years, but you've already carried and delivered three children before. Surely you have some insight."
Mia tilted her head, eyes gentle but sharp. "Samuel. I have exactly two children. Amelia. Lucifer. That's the full count."
Samuel's face flushed as the mistake hit him. Mia had completely erased Sarah from her memories and wanted nothing that might wound Lucifer. He coughed and quickly corrected course.
"Right—sorry. Yes, two children. Two pregnancies. Two safe deliveries… because you had the proper anatomy. A real womb and birth canal ready for a child. Unlike… this mess."
He dropped his trousers to his ankles in one dramatic motion, stood there completely bare, and gestured helplessly at his groin.
"Look! Cock in front, asshole in back. Neither one built to push out a baby! I'm literally physically impossible for motherhood. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Amelia, lounging right beside him, didn't even glance away from idly tracing circles on the cushion. She simply reached over, wrapped her fingers around his half-hard shaft, and drew it into her mouth with slow, savoring sucks—soft, wet, contented little hums vibrating around him. Samuel's head tipped back; half his sentence vanished.
Mia thought for a moment. "This one only Lucifer can answer. You'll have to ask him."
Samuel groaned around the warm grip of Amelia's lips. "I haven't seen Brother Lucifer since morning…"
Amelia released him with a wet pop, tongue flicking across her lower lip. "No surprise. After watching you three get turned into a screaming fuck-fest last night, Lucifer got so painfully hard he came straight to me. Fucked my ass raw until midnight, then dropped between my thighs and ate my pussy like it was the last meal he'd ever have—lapping up every drop to calm himself down, he said. Then he slid back inside slow and deep for another hour. But even that barely dulled the edge. So he went to Westeria next and kept going until sunrise."
Westeria flushed a soft pink and parted the front of her gown. Lucifer's love-bites formed a blatant trail: starting at the base of her throat, wandering down between her full breasts, circling her navel, and disappearing into the neatly trimmed patch above her visibly swollen, slick folds.
"Young Master pounded me for three—maybe four—solid hours," she explained in her usual calm maid's tone. "That's why it's a little puffy. Nothing serious."
She walked to Allen and withdrew a slender silver flask from her spatial ring, placing it gently in his hands.
"Allen. As Master promised."
Vibrosa leaned in immediately. "Sister Westeria… what's inside?"
Westeria answered without pause. "Master's seed."
Mia raised an eyebrow. "And why didn't he give it to Allen himself?"
Westeria's cheeks went scarlet. "Husband felt too embarrassed to hand it over directly to another man. Just the thought of Allen—or any man—giving him a blowjob makes him nauseous. He almost threw up twice imagining it. So he asked me to suck him off… then collect some of his cum in the flask and deliver it."
Samuel, still dazed from Amelia's mouth, croaked, "Allen… you're actually going to drink Lucifer's cum? On purpose?"
Allen cradled the flask like it was the most precious artifact in the realm. His eyes lit up with the fervor of a man who had finally found the rarest delicacy known to existence.
"Before we started torturing Travis, Master came all over Miss Amelia. Westeria knelt and swallowed every thick rope, then described the taste in words that have tormented me ever since: warm nutty base, bright burst of fruit across the tongue, honey-smooth finish that lingers forever. My mouth has been watering nonstop. When Master later offered to marry Westeria and let her bear his first child, he asked what I wanted as compensation. I didn't even hesitate: 'Your cum, Master. I want to taste it. Frequently. Preferably straight from you, but bottled will do.'"
He clutched the flask to his chest like a sacred relic.
"I pursue rare pleasures. I've tasted the seed of many—knights, mages, wandering adventurers—but nothing comes close. This isn't ordinary cum. This is divine nectar forged in forbidden ecstasy. I plan to sip it slowly, let it roll across my tongue, and probably write detailed notes on its qualities afterward."
If Lucifer had overheard Allen's passionate gourmet sermon, he would have shadow-walked straight into the abyss and prayed daily that the cum-obsessed steward never learned tracking spells.
Mia, Amelia, Westeria, Silva, Selene and Veronica all nodded solemnly. "She's telling the truth," they said together. "The flavor really is that obscene."
Vibrosa licked her lips until they shone. "Then why don't we make a trade? Find something Lucifer desperately wants and exchange it for a fresh load. Allen's description has me drooling like I haven't eaten in days."
Allen waved a hand like he was dismissing a cheap vintage. "No need for negotiation, Sir Vibrosa. By my estimate this flask holds twelve to fifteen hundred measures of premium Lucifer essence. Even after giving each of you a proper tasting portion, I'll still have enough left for my private nightly sessions for quite some time."
The words landed like a lust spell. Vibrosa, Samuel, Borris, Jeff and Jason bolted off and returned seconds later clutching five small porcelain cups.
Daisy raised a shy hand. "Uncle Allen… can I have some too? Just a little. I've never tasted Daddy's before…"
Jenna batted her lashes. "Sir Allen, if there's even a drop to spare, I'll gladly offer my body in trade. Everything. No limits."
Allen sighed theatrically. "Master dislikes bartering flesh for favors. I'll share freely—but understand this is a one-time gift. After today the supply ends."
Daisy and Jenna hurried back with cups. Allen poured with careful precision—roughly a hundred measures each, plus a generous pour for himself—then sealed the rest in his ring like a miser guarding treasure.
They raised the cups in quiet toast.
One shared sip.
Instant, reverent hush.
Then pure bliss spread across every face.
Allen closed his eyes and exhaled like he'd tasted paradise. "By all the gods… it exceeds even Westeria's description. Warm hazelnut foundation, sudden explosion of ripe fruit, then that endless honeyed silk on the finish. This isn't seed. This is bottled rapture."
Vibrosa moaned softly. "We owe Sister Westeria eternal gratitude. She must have milked him dry a dozen times to fill that flask!"
Westeria shook her head quickly, cheeks burning. "No, Sir Vibrosa. I only sucked him once. But this morning Master was so consumed with need that when he finally came the volume was overwhelming. Miss Amelia and I couldn't possibly take it all at once. What you're tasting is just the remainder. The real yield—three-quarters of it—we already swallowed warm and fresh… after he'd already flooded our wombs and asses multiple times."
Mia blinked slowly. "He always produces that much?"
Westeria ducked her head, voice soft. "I can't speak for every time… but he told me I hold a special place in his heart. That's why he craves my mouth so much. He whispered—while I was still on my knees—that he wished his cock could stay between my lips forever."
She repeated his words in a shy murmur: "'My dearest Wess… even in a maid's dress, you're my princess. The only star I wish on every night.'"
Her face flushed the color of ripe berries.
Jealous sparks flickered in the eyes of Mia, Amelia, Selene, Silva, Veronica, Daisy, Misty and Jenna. Why her? What does she have that we don't?
They didn't know the quiet answer: in Lucifer's darkest moments, when the world turned cold, Westeria was the only one who never left his side. That unwavering loyalty had earned her the deepest corner of his heart.
Samuel cleared his throat. "Sister Westeria… beautiful story. But where is Brother Lucifer? Only he can fix my… current situation."
Amelia smirked. "Even after ravaging both of us, his fire hadn't cooled. So he went straight to the most insatiable woman in the keep—after Mother, naturally."
Silva and Selene protested together: "We're more insatiable than Mother!"
Amelia pointed one elegant finger at Mia. "Mother still claims first place. You two tie for third. Second belongs to Aunt Ruby. And since dawn Lucifer has been buried inside her."
Silva's eyes sparkled with wicked curiosity. "Where? I want to see exactly how Madam Ruby takes Husband."
Westeria inclined her head gracefully. "The high penthouse—the tallest chamber in the ducal tower."
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**Moments later**
They reached the heavy doors of the penthouse. They stood slightly open.
Mia pushed them wide.
Inside was absolute chaos born of hours of unrestrained lust.
Furniture overturned. Hangings torn. The floor a glossy lake of mixed cum, squirt, sweat. Every surface bore slick trails and handprints. The massive bed lay in broken pieces—like it had personally offended some god of desire.
In the far corner, bathed in afternoon light, Lucifer and Ruby were locked in a deep spooning embrace. His powerful hips rolled in slow, deliberate strokes, sinking his thick length to the hilt in her ass while she trembled and gushed helplessly every minute or two.
For nearly seven unbroken hours he had worshipped and ravaged his beloved aunt.
Now he summoned a smooth, enchanted vibrator from his ring, teased the swollen lips of her pussy until she whimpered, then slowly—torturously—pushed the buzzing length deep inside her fluttering walls. Ruby's back arched like a drawn bow; a long, quivering moan spilled from her lips.
Lucifer wrapped both arms around her from behind, pressing her softness tight against his hard chest. His mouth found the sensitive spot behind her ear—kissing, sucking, grazing teeth—while his hips kept that relentless, rolling rhythm inside her gripping heat.
The room echoed with the lewd symphony of flesh:
soft wet slaps… heavy plaps… rhythmic claps…
thud-thud-thud…
plap-plap-plap… slap… slap… plappp…
Lucifer's voice rasped low and thick against her skin, dripping with possessive hunger.
"Mumma… my beautiful Aunt… this perfect greedy ass… nghhh… it's milking me so hard… pulling every drop straight out of me… gods yes… this tight hole was made for my cock alone…"
Ruby had dissolved into pure sensation. Her moans were no longer frantic animal cries; they had become something slower, deeper, richer—throaty, trembling, drenched in helpless ecstasy.
"Aaahhhmmmmm… Lucifer… my sweet boy… my Master… hnnnnggg… yessss… deeper… mmmmmm… fill me… breed your needy aunt… breed this aching dripping sow… your shameless cock-hungry whore… ummmmhhhh… more… please… always more…"
Lucifer's tone turned dark, edged with delicious command.
"If my darling aunt is my devoted sow… my wanton whore… then tonight you only get to whimper and squeal like one. No pretty mortal words. Just broken, animal bliss."
He gripped both plump reddened cheeks and delivered twin stinging spanks.
CHHHAAATTTTTHHHH!!… CHHHHAAATTTTHHHHAAA!!
Ruby's body jolted; a long quivering wail of pleasure-pain poured out.
"Hnnggggmmmm… aaaaahhhhhnnnnn… yesssss… it burns so good…"
"More, Aunt?"
She nodded frantically, eyes glassy.
"Beg like my sow. Beg your Master for his punishing hand."
Her cheeks flamed. Voice shaking with humiliated arousal, she breathed—
"Oiiiinnnnnkkk…"
Another pair of brutal spanks cracked across her ass.
CHHAAATTTTAAAKKK!!… SSHHHHAAAAKKKKKK!!
"Oiiiinnnnnkkkhhh… aaaahhhnnn… oiiiinnnnnkkk!!"
Lucifer kept the spanking rhythm matched to his punishing thrusts while the vibrator tormented her pussy without mercy. Ruby spiraled into an endless storm of climax.
"Oink… oinkkk… mmmmmmhhh… Master… oink… oinkkk… I'm—cumming—cumming so hard—oinkkkhhh… Lucifer… your sow is cumming… oiiiinnnnnkkk… ahhhhh… gushing… gushing again… SQUIIIRRRRTTTT… SQUIIIRRRRTTTT…"
After another flooding orgasm, Lucifer pulled her flush against him, trailing reverent kisses down her spine while his large hands kneaded and rolled her heavy breasts, thumbs circling the stiff peaks.
Then he eased her forward onto hands and knees amid the wreckage. He spread her cheeks wide—exposing the flushed twitching rose—and dragged the flat of his hot tongue in slow filthy circles around her rim before plunging inside with wet seeking thrusts.
Slurrrrp… liiick… thrrrust… sluuuurp… poke… liiick… liiick… thrrrust… sliiiurp…
Ruby had taken cock in her ass countless times. But no one had ever worshipped her there with their mouth. The sudden intimate invasion shattered her.
"Aaaahhhnnnn… Lucifer… it's moving… burrowing so deep… mmmmmmhhh… so filthy… so perfect… Luci… my beautiful son… eat your aunt's wicked little hole… yessss… devour me… aaahhh… I'm cumming… cumming again… SQUIIIRRRRTTTT… SQUIIIRRRRTTTT…"
When he finally pulled back, lips glistening, he retrieved the still-buzzing toy from her sopping pussy, turned her gently onto her back in full missionary, and claimed her mouth in a slow molten kiss. Their tongues twined in lazy hungry spirals while he aligned his thick vein-ridged length with her entrance…
One long smooth glide—and he filled her to the root.
Chuuu… chuuu… sliiiurp… thrrrust… thrrrust… CLAP… CLAP… plap… muuuah… thrrrust… thwack… plap… plap…
He fucked her with deep rolling strokes—never breaking the kiss—tongues locked, sharing every moan, every trembling breath.
Ruby's cries softened to weary dreamy whimpers of utter contentment.
"Mmmmmm… hnnnmm… aaahhnm… Luci… my sweet boy… I'm… so full… so tired… sleep is pulling me under… mmmm…"
Lucifer gazed down at her flushed sweat-sheened face—love softening the feral edge—and with one final shuddering groan, he poured every thick scalding pulse deep into her womb.
Afterward he used water and air magic to cleanse the room until it sparkled again. He summoned a wide soft new bed, laid Ruby down with exquisite care, wiped her body with the gentlest cloth—every trace of squirt, cum and passion tenderly erased—then drew a thick blanket over them both.
He curled against her like a contented beast, nuzzled between her soft pillowy breasts, latched gently onto one dusky nipple and suckled with lazy affection as sleep claimed him. Ruby wrapped both arms around her boy, cradling him close, and drifted off with the same tender smile.
By now every watcher understood the simple truth.
The most insatiable soul in the entire keep wasn't Mia.
It wasn't Ruby.
It wasn't Silva or Selene.
It was Lucifer.
From twilight through dawn and well into the afternoon he had:
• Ravished Amelia for four relentless hours
• Claimed Westeria for another four
• Received worshipful blowjobs from both for two more hours
• Then spent six-to-seven straight hours utterly, lovingly destroying Aunt Ruby
And now he slept—peacefully nestled against Ruby's breast—looking for all the world like a young man who had simply worked very, very hard.
The horniest creature of them all… was, without question, their beloved Lucifer.