Lucifer arrived in the grand hall with Mia cradled in his arms. Vritra and the other shadow-daughters had already laid out woven mats in every direction across the floor. In the open center space sat three large containers, their lids barely containing the rich, savory steam that curled upward—roasted meat, spiced stew, and sweet honey-milk pudding mingling into an intoxicating haze.
As instructed, Aelune had set a proper dining table with cushioned chairs for Vinni, Amelia, and Wisteria. But on Ruby's quiet insistence, she'd added two more sets—one for Ruby and one for Mia.
One side of the mats held Vibrosa's group: elves, dryads, and druids, sitting cross-legged in reverent silence.
Another side seated Misty, Trainy, Daisy, Jenna, Isolde, Veronica, Tristan, Jeff, Jason, and the rest—some still flushed and dazed from earlier exertions.
The third side was claimed by all of Lucifer's shadow-wives and shadow-daughters, their eyes bright with anticipation.
By now, the entire hall knew about Ruby's kirtle. Envy rippled through the room like a slow current—but the sharpest, most burning jealousy came from Lucifer's elder sister, Amelia.
Ruby had draped an apron over the dress to conceal it, yet the pinkish-red velvet still peeked out, the most striking garment in the hall. She'd left the apron loose on purpose—so Mia would notice.
Mia did, the instant they entered.
"Ruby… you seem **very** pleased with Luci today. Such a lovely dress… is there something special?"
Ruby smiled sweetly, voice light.
"There is something special, sister Mia… but not what you're thinking."
Mia's curiosity sharpened—until Amelia's voice sliced through.
"Mom… don't ask Aunt anything."
Amelia glared at Lucifer. He returned the look with wide, innocent eyes.
Then she pointed.
"Mom, this entire drama is because of **this bastard**."
Mia immediately pulled Lucifer to her chest, protective.
"Amelia, how can you speak to Lucifer like that? Especially after he cooked dinner for everyone."
If anyone else had dared say those words, Lucifer's shadow-wives and daughters would have torn them apart.
But only three people in this family held unquestioned supremacy over him: Mia, Ruby, and Amelia.
No one moved. Silent prayers rose for Lucifer's soul.
Mia's defense only stoked Amelia further.
"Mom… when you hear what he's done, you'll scold him too. This is just how he operates."
Ruby frowned at Amelia's tone.
"Amelia, why are you scolding **my** Lucifer like this?"
Amelia's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Oh wow… **my** Lucifer? As if Luci doesn't belong to the rest of us?"
Ruby tried to soothe.
"Amelia, calm down… why so angry?"
Amelia exploded.
"My anger is because of **you** and **your** Lucifer! He fucked only you… satisfied you nonstop for 6–7 hours… then personally sewed this kirtle and gave it to you! And us? Nothing? Huh?"
She whirled on Lucifer.
"Why the favoritism, you bastard? Where's **my** share? Where's **Mom's** share?"
Mia understood instantly.
She turned to Ruby.
"Show me."
Ruby lifted the apron with pride.
Pinkish-red velvet hugged every curve, layered over pale white inner frock. Across the chest bloomed delicate light-pink roses and flowers. In the center, bordered by the floral embroidery, caramel-white thread spelled:
**Mumma**
Mia looked from Ruby to Lucifer to Amelia, then said softly,
"Amelia, you're upset for nothing. Luci must have made something for both of us too, right?"
Lucifer finally grasped the depth of Amelia's rage.
Before he could speak, Ruby twisted the knife deeper.
"Elder sister… stop dreaming with open eyes. Luci told me himself—he made this **only** for me. Not for either of you."
Mia laughed gently, ran loving fingers through Lucifer's hair, and murmured,
"My sweet son…"
The tension seemed to ease.
Then Mia called calmly,
"Mara."
Mara hurried over.
"Yes, Grandma?"
Mia smiled sweetly.
"Go fetch Mephis. Today I feel like something… adventurous."
Lucifer saw the direction immediately.
"Mara, wait. Grandma doesn't know—I haven't prepared food for Mephis and his mares yet."
Mia's smile turned wicked.
"Dear Mara… your father loves nothing more than fucking your moms, aunts, and Grandma's asses and pussies. But today, Grandma wants to see how much **pleasure** your daddy feels when Mephis fucks **him**. Now go."
The mental image made Lucifer shudder.
"Mara, go sit back. Your Grandma has lost her mind."
Laughter erupted from everyone—except Mia and Amelia.
Mia fixed Lucifer with a dangerous stare.
"Luci… I will have revenge for that insult. Calling your Mommy crazy? Saying I've lost my mind? Now I don't even need Mephis."
She added darkly,
"Today, let's see how much stamina **your** ass really has."
Mia glanced at Veronica.
"Dear Veronica… a chair, please."
Veronica obeyed instantly, placing a sturdy chair before Mia.
Mia seized Lucifer's wrist, smile never wavering.
"Dear Amelia… come here. I need your help. I don't think anyone else dares."
Lucifer met Mia's eyes with pleading puppy-dog innocence.
"Mommy… forgive me… it slipped out. I made gifts for you and sister Amelia too."
Mia teased mercilessly.
"Oh, how generous."
Then she continued sweetly,
"Just as a father provides safety and satisfies needs… a mother must discipline her spoiled son."
In one swift motion, she yanked Lucifer face-down across her lap—head near one thigh, hips draped over the other, ass perfectly raised.
She rolled up her gown sleeves and asked innocently,
"Am I crazy, hmm?"
Before he could answer—**SMAAAAACK!**
The first slap cracked like lightning across his bare cheek, skin instantly blooming red. A sharp, stinging burn radiated outward.
Mia cooed,
"Luci… my dear son… is Mommy's mind loose?"
Another brutal **SMAAAAACK!**
The second landed even harder—flesh jiggling, heat blooming into a deep, throbbing ache.
Lucifer gasped, voice cracking.
"Mommy… please… in private… everyone's watching…"
Mia laughed softly.
"Luci… did you call me crazy in private? My memory's weak… remind me."
As soon as the words left her—**CCCHHHAAATTTTHHHAAAKKK!**
The third slap was vicious—skin stinging like fire, the burn sinking deep into muscle.
Lucifer bit his lip, trembling.
"Mommy, sorry… please forgive me… I'll never call you crazy again."
Mia stroked the reddened, handprinted cheek—fingers tracing the welt, sending shivers of conflicting sensation through him.
"Is my Luci angry with me?"
In one smooth tug she yanked his trousers down, exposing him fully to the hall.
"Dear… jerk your brother's big cock for Mommy."
Amelia and Lucifer both froze—until Mia's wicked grin clarified everything.
Lucifer surrendered, murmuring,
"No… Mommy's just punishing me. How could I be angry?"
Mia winked at Amelia.
"Luci… I forgave the 'crazy' part… but you should have given me my gift first. For that… no forgiveness yet."
With a subtle nod, she signaled.
Amelia grasped Lucifer's thickening shaft—firm, twisting strokes that made him swell instantly. Then she leaned behind him, tongue extended, and dragged one long, wet, deliberate lick across his asshole—circling the tight ring slowly, then probing deeper, swirling, thrusting.
**Ssllurrp… liiickkk… suuuckkk… slurrrpp…**
Lucifer's body locked. Pleasure detonated through him—mind-melting, euphoric, shattering.
**"Mmmmmmoooommmmyyyyyy… Aaaahhhhhnnnnnngggg~! Oh fuuuckkkk… Yessssss… Deeeeppperrrr… Ummmmmhhhh… Hnnnnnggggg… Yesssssssss… Ummhhmmmnnn… Yessssss… Aaahnnnmmmmm… Sssssiiiisterrr… Noooo… don't—don't lick so faaasssttt… Hmmmmnggggg… I'm losssing itttt… My mindddd… breakingggg… Euuuphorrrriaaaa… Yessssss mommmmyyyy… Fuuuuckkk myyyy minnndddd… Ohhhh goddddd… Cumminggg alreadyyyy… Noooo holdddd itttt… Aaaarrrggghhh~! I can't—can't think—only feeeeel… Mommyyyy… moreeee… pleeeassseee… Aaaahhhhh~!"**
Amelia didn't relent.
For ten full minutes she pumped—hand slick, twisting, milking him toward oblivion—while her tongue assaulted his hole relentlessly: lapping in broad strokes, sucking the rim, thrusting deep and curling, swirling in maddening circles that made stars explode behind his eyes.
Lucifer's moans devolved into pure, euphoric delirium—voice cracking, body shaking, mind fracturing under waves of overwhelming bliss.
**"Aaaahhhhhnnnnn~! Mooommmyyyy… I'm—breaking—apartttt… Euuuphorrrricccc… Yessssss… Deeeep in meeee… Tongue—fuuuuck—my holeeee… Hnnnnnggggg… Losssing myyyy mindddd… Can't—can't hold—anymoreeee… Mommyyyy… Sisterrrr… Pleeeassseee… Don't stooopppp… Aaaarrrggghhh~! Cumming—cumming—cummingggg… Ohhhh fuuuckkk… Sploootttt… Splootttt… Sploootttt!"**
He erupted violently across Mia's lap—thick, endless ropes spraying in massive volume, enough to nearly fill half a serving container.
Mia sat drenched in it.
She glanced around calmly.
"Someone clean Lucifer's cum."
Vritra, Mara, Aelune, Almyth, Zyrene, Kaelith, and Allen rushed forward—lapping, sucking, moaning as they devoured every thick, warm drop like it was nectar.
Lucifer's cheeks burned crimson.
But Mia wasn't finished.
She stroked his stinging, reddened ass—fingers tracing welts, soothing yet teasing. Then she slowly lubricated her index finger with saliva—coating it thoroughly—and in one swift, merciless thrust buried it deep into his asshole.
Lucifer arched violently—**"Moooooooooommmmmyyyyyyyyyy! Aaaahhhhhhnnnnnngggg~! Deeeep—too deeeep—fuuuuckkk… Yessssss… Mommyyyy… Mmnnnhhhhh… Noooooo… Myyy assssholeeee… Yessssss… Ahhnnnmmmmm… Ghrrrmmmmm… Gghhrrggggg… Yhhhmmmmmm… Cummingggg… mommyyyy… Mommyyyyy… Sploootttt… Splootttt… Sploootttt!"**
Mia didn't stop.
For seven relentless minutes she thrust—finger curling, twisting, hitting every sensitive nerve inside him, pumping in and out with expert precision. Each stroke sent fresh shocks of euphoric overload through him—mind fracturing, body convulsing, voice reduced to mindless, ecstatic howls.
**"Aaaarrrggghhh~! Mooommmyyyy… I'm—shattering—apartttt… Euuuphorrrriaaaa… Yessssss… Fuuuuckkk meeee deeeeppperrrr… Ohhhh goddddd… Losssinggg myyyy minnndddd… Can't—think—only feeeeel… Mommyyyy… Pleeeassseee… Moreeee… Don't stooopppp… Hnnnnnggggg… Tongue—finger—anything—fuuuuck—my holeeee… Aaaahhhhhnnnnn~! Cumming—again—cummingggg—Mommyyyy… I'm—goneeee… Euuuphorrrricccc… Yessssss… Sploootttt… Splootttt… Splootttt… Aaaahhh~!"**
Another explosive release coated Mia—thicker, longer, unstoppable.
Finally, she withdrew her finger slowly.
"Luci… your punishment is complete."
The room waited for shame or anger.
Instead, Lucifer rose, pulled up his trousers, leaned in, and kissed Mia deeply—passionately, tongue claiming hers. Then he whispered hotly against her ear,
"Mommy… that was incredible. Strange punishment… but **so** good. Now I'll have to earn this every single day."
He reached into his space storage and produced two more kirtles.
One black, silver heart embroidery centered with:
**Lucifer loves Mommy**
The second oceanic blue, saffron embroidery forming a split heart—one half **Lucifer**, the other **Amelia**.
He handed both to Ruby and addressed the hall.
"Everyone, enjoy the meal. I forgot portions for Mephis, Ysoria, and Opaline. I'll return shortly."
As he turned, Samuel called.
"Brother Lucifer… wait."
Lucifer paused.
"What is it?"
Samuel opened his trousers.
Lucifer laughed.
"Ewww… enjoying Mommy's punishment doesn't mean I'm giving you the same, Brother Samuel."
Laughter filled the hall.
Vritra, Zyrene, Allen, and the others returned to their mats, licking lips after devouring every drop.
Samuel gripped his cock, pointed to his pubic mound.
"Brother Lucifer… now I'm pregnant too… but where will my delivery come from?"
Lucifer chuckled.
"When it's time, come to me. I'll remove your male parts and give you a temporary pussy. Deliver from there."
Samuel asked,
"And if I can't reach you?"
Lucifer handed him two green transformation pills.
"Emergency use. Swallow one. For 24 hours, your male organs become female."
With that, Lucifer headed back to the ducal kitchen.