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A storm is brewing in the Westirifer Duchy, yet the Lustbound Heaven Kingdom—or more precisely, its royal family—appears to be thriving in its own twisted way.
Ever since Veronica and her children severed all ties with the Lustbound royal family and departed the kingdom, Matriarch Kaite has sunk into deep depression. Veronica had been the true power behind the throne, governing the royal court with iron grace while King Ignis was merely a figurehead king in name only.
In this matriarchal dynasty, real authority has always rested with the women. The title of "king" existed purely for public display—a necessary facade for a kingdom. Veronica had worn the crown of queen beside Ignis. Now, with the former queen gone, the power vacuum yawns wide.
And why did she leave?
Veronica knew Lucifer's plan. He had already warned her plainly: if the Lustbound Heaven Kingdom ever interfered with his ambitions, the consequences would mirror what happened to the Asher family—**total annihilation**.
Having witnessed firsthand the sadistic, inventive tortures Lucifer inflicts on his enemies while she still sat on the throne, Veronica refused to let her own children become collateral in that nightmare. So she abandoned kingdom, crown, and family.
Over more than twenty-five years beside Ignis she had grown fond of him—yet his pampered idiocy and towering arrogance had kept that affection shallow and brittle. Ignis craved universal respect, yet when faced with an overwhelmingly superior adversary who neither bowed nor provoked, basic prudence demanded restraint. Ignis, spoiled from birth and knowing nothing of real hardship, chose arrogance instead.
Now he suffers. He has lost Veronica. Worse—she is now **wife** to his greatest enemy: Lucifer.
The damage doesn't end there. Even the kingdom's Head Minister, Veronica's longtime friend, abandoned Lustbound and followed her to Westirifer.
The kingdom now has a new queen: **Felberta Sable**, daughter of the Duchess of Sable Duchy.
And the most jubilant news? She is **pregnant**—and **not** by Ignis. Not by Peter (Ignis's father). No one knows the father.
Just before her official enthronement, Felberta participated in the kingdom's ancient sacred rite: the new queen must submit to ritual intercourse with the former king **and** his six most trusted companions.
So, immediately after Jeff vs. Lucifer concluded in Westirifer, Felberta's coronation ceremony began in Virexion, the capital.
For **ten full days** (one week in the Sinflare Augustiland calendar), Peter and his six chosen companions ravaged Felberta without mercy.
They fucked her like wild beasts—seven cocks against one insatiable woman.
There was almost no rest.
Felberta **devoured** their cum like a sacred offering to the gods, gulping thick ropes straight from pulsing shafts, letting it coat her tongue and slide warmly down her throat.
She drank their hot piss like holy water, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy as golden streams filled her mouth and spilled over her chin onto her heaving breasts.
They took her in every combination:
- Double cocks stretching her dripping pussy to the limit
- Double penetration in her tight, greedy asshole
- Two thick shafts sliding over her tongue while she sucked and moaned like a bitch in heat
All the while, old King Peter licked every inch of her sweat-slick body—tonguing her clit, lapping along the stretched rims of her stuffed holes, even dragging his tongue along the veiny lengths of the cocks buried inside her, savoring the mingled taste of cock, cunt, and ass like the world's most decadent lollipop.
By the end of the tenth day, a small, glowing **violet heart** had branded itself just above her mound—a divine mark of conception.
A miracle for the kingdom.
But the blessings multiplied.
During the grand coronation feast, **27 out of Ignis's remaining 102 concubines** were impregnated. Ministers, guards, servants, and even select citizens (all male) were granted the honor of flooding royal wombs with seed.
And most astonishing of all—King Ignis succeeded in impregnating his own mother, Matriarch Kaite Lustbound… **with twins**.
Kaite is over 180 years old. In a race whose average lifespan reaches 300 years, 180 is well past middle age—equivalent to a 60-year-old human woman facing extreme fertility challenges. In Sinflare Augustiland, birth rates and fertility are already pitifully low, and men are far outnumbered by women.
Yet Ignis—without any legendary skill like Lucifer's [Remis]—planted **twins** in his ancient mother's womb.
The Lustbound Kingdom now eagerly awaits **31 new royal children**. A miracle in an age of dwindling bloodlines.
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Meanwhile in Westirifer…
After issuing orders to everyone except his women, Lucifer sat quietly beside Mia. She had only recently awoken from her earlier faint.
Mia clung to him tightly, her plush, heavy breasts squashed warmly between their bodies. Lucifer remained completely naked—his thick, 14-inch dragon cock hung heavy and soft between his muscular thighs like a resting Japanese ryū, glistening faintly in the low light.
Neither felt lust in that moment.
It was simply a mother comforting her son.
The same tenderness could not be said for the rest of the hall.
Jeff and Jasper had just returned from Evorywood—exhausted, pent-up, and **desperate** for relief.
Ten days without sex in Sinflare Augustiland feels like an eternity of deprivation. Sex here is as necessary as breathing; people fuck openly and constantly like animals in heat.
No one approached Mia (still wrapped around Lucifer) or Amelia (gently ruffling Lucifer's hair from behind). But the rest of the household?
Ducal court had already been canceled for the day.
In the great hall—minus Allen, who had gone to summon Lady Commander Artemis and Commander Vance—Jeff and Jasper's hunger boiled over.
Jeff chose his wife **Ruby**.
Jasper chose **Veronica**.
Both women complied instantly.
Jeff—hornier than Jasper after the long journey—grabbed at Ruby's pale-pink kritle (the intimate garment Lucifer himself had crafted and embroidered with "Mumma"). When he grew too rough and threatened to tear it, Ruby slapped his hand sharply.
"Be as rough as you want with **me**, Jeff… but **don't you dare** rip this kritle. Lucifer made it. Just for me."
She carefully peeled the delicate fabric away, folded it with reverence, and stored it in her space ring.
Then her exquisite body was revealed: soft pinkish-brown hair cascading over full curves, voluptuous breasts, flared hips, and a glistening, needy sex already swollen with anticipation.
Jeff pulled her close—one arm locked around her slender waist, the other palming a perky breast. Their mouths crashed together in a wet, devouring kiss.
Tongues tangled. Sucked. Slurped.
Slurrrp… muahh… kisshh… slurp… mmmph…
His hand slid down her trembling belly until fingers found her slick, heated folds. He rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit while she moaned into his mouth.
Ruby wasn't passive. She yanked his trousers down, wrapped her soft fingers around his throbbing cock, and began stroking him with long, twisting pulls—milking precum that she smeared over his swollen head.
Jeff lifted her effortlessly, set her on the edge of the wide daybed, spread her thighs wide. Her pretty brown-tinted pussy opened like a flower—glistening, puffy, begging.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.
Slurp… lick… slurrrp… plop… gentle bite on her clit… pull… suck… sluuuurp…
Ruby arched, fingers tangled in his hair, hips bucking.
"Mmmhmmm… yesss… eeeehmmnn… Jeeefff… right there… honey… **there**… uumnhmmm… aaahnnnm… yessss my love… **yessss Jeff**… hmmmm… ooohhhnnnn… aaaahhhhhnnnnnn… **cumming**… **cummiiinggg**… ♡♡♡♡♡"
She exploded—hot squirts gushing against his tongue. Jeff drank every drop like a man dying of thirst, not wasting a single pearl of her release.
Then he rose, gripped his straining cock, and **slammed** balls-deep into her womb in one brutal thrust.
He fucked her hard—deep, punishing strokes that made her full tits bounce wildly, her moans turning raw and animalistic.
Across the hall, Jasper was already buried inside Veronica.
He knew her body better than Ignis ever had. He knew her secret kink: she loved being **verbally degraded** while getting railed—but today, with Lucifer only meters away, Jasper held back, choosing deep, loving thrusts instead.
Paak… pak… pakpakpak… pak… pakpakpak…
Veronica gave soft, appreciative moans—never the wild, broken sow-screams she unleashed for Lucifer's monstrous 14-inch pole. Jasper and Ignis simply could not compare. Still, she rewarded him with sweet little whimpers so he wouldn't feel inadequate.
After one to two hours of passionate coupling, both men had only partially slaked their lust.
Jasper sprawled on a daybed while his three daughters and twenty-two wives swarmed him—kissing, licking, sucking, mounting him like bees drowning in honey.
Jeff, after pumping Ruby full of cum **seven times**, switched to his second wife Jenna—continuing his rampage.
Tristian and Jason, watching their mothers get thoroughly claimed, grew painfully hard. They approached Ruby and Veronica—who welcomed them eagerly.
Soon the four were swapping freely—Jason pounding his mother Ruby, Tristian railing Veronica, then switching again and again like a filthy, incestuous game of sides.
While Mia and Amelia showered Lucifer with tender maternal love, and Jeff & Jasper drowned in carnal relief, the rest of the household relaxed—discussing future plans, playing chess and dice, or reading novels Lucifer himself had penned.
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At the same time, in Valmare town at the foot of the Gigori Hills…
Eight figures crawled across the dirt like broken insects.
Apprentice Head Knight Graham and the seven regular apprentice knights: Aana, Lina, Eilin, Lysa, Tara, Nora, Edena.
Today marked the **13th day** of their brutal training.
For thirteen days straight: running up and down the 12,000-meter Resilience Peak—steep, merciless ridges.
Push-ups, squats, pull-ups—in the **thousands**.
Every third day the reps increased. Graham now ran the peak **five times** in eight hours (previously two). The others ran it **three times**.
Then—8,000 push-ups / squats / pull-ups each for Graham; 6,000 each for the rest—in the remaining eight hours.
Right now they crawled because they had no strength left to stand. Snot dripped from noses they couldn't lift arms to wipe.
Spare time? None.
Energy for sex? Laughable.
Yet beneath the exhaustion, corded muscle stood out like stone under sweat-soaked skin. Their vitality burned hotter than ever.
As they collapsed for a brief rest, the sound of approaching carriages echoed.
Moments later, two carriages bearing the Westirifer Duchy emblem rolled to a stop.
Lady Commander Artemis and Head Commander Vance emerged and knelt briefly before rising.
Head Minister Allen stepped down.
He stood beside his carriage and spoke as though reading a royal decree:
"Commander Vance. Commander Artemis. By order of the Young Master—you and all eight apprentices are to report to the ducal court **immediately**.
The knights' training is incomplete—yet war waits for no schedule.
These eight will be **tested in live combat**. The more brutal their performance, the greater their reward."
He folded the parchment, ignited it with a flicker of fire magic, and let the ashes scatter.
"By order of the Master—reach the ducal palace **ASAP**."
Allen climbed back into his carriage, turned, and departed toward the duchy.
At that same moment, every shadowborn and shadow-wife had already escorted Lucifer's original convoy safely back inside Westirifer's borders.
The wheel of war was beginning to turn.
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