"He… hey… Syn… hey, Synthia… Synthia, stop… stop dragging me… my ear hurts…" Lucifer's voice stammered, half protest, half helpless moan.
But Synthia paid him no mind. She kept tugging him forward by the ear, her grip firm and playful, marching him straight toward her bed. There, her grand-niece Delya lay completely naked, sprawled out in careless beauty.
When they reached the edge of the mattress, Synthia finally released his ear. She sank down onto the bed with a soft sigh. "So is my heart."
Lucifer rubbed the stinging lobe, still catching his breath. "What? So is your heart… what do you mean by that?"
Synthia gave his knee a light, teasing kick, eyes narrowing with mock irritation. "Stupid monkey. All evening you've been calling me a traitorous wife. What exactly did I do to earn that title?"
"You threatened me," he said, voice low and sultry. "Said you'd find another husband if I failed to satisfy you… if I fell short of your expectations."
"And what's so wrong with that?" she shot back, a wicked little smile curling her lips. "Don't your other wives have more than one husband?"
"I don't want to share you with anyone else."
"Why not?" Synthia leaned closer, voice dripping with playful challenge. "Aren't I already sharing you with other women?"
Lucifer's gaze darkened with possessive heat. "That's completely different. Whatever the reason… I refuse to share you."
She glared, though the look was more seductive than angry. "What do you mean by that, you stubborn brat? You'll let other men touch my body, but you won't allow me any husbands except you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you're mine."
"I'm yours? Who decided that?"
"I did," he answered without hesitation, eyes locked on hers.
"I decided you're mine, and I'll never allow you to marry anyone else."
Synthia snorted, the sound soft and teasing. "But I already told you—I'll marry other men if you fail to live up to my expectations."
"Then tell me what you expect from me," Lucifer said, leaning in, voice thick with promise. "I'll fulfill it by any means necessary."
"Any means?"
"Yes. Any means. Though if your demands cross a certain line… I might still fall short."
He held her gaze. "Now tell me. Because if you don't speak them right now, I doubt you'll get another chance later."
Synthia stared into his eyes, her own gleaming with heat. "My expectations are perfectly reasonable.
— Always love me.
— Never make me jealous or envious… especially of your other wives.
— Always satisfy me—body and mind.
— And last… claim me. Plant your seed deep in my womb at regular intervals. I want to be the mother of many children.
If you agree to these… I'll never take another husband."
Lucifer's eyes lit with mischief and raw arousal. "Everything except the second one. That I can manage."
"Why not the second?" she asked, voice soft but demanding.
"Because if you want me to stop comparing you to my other wives… you'll have to become better than all of them."
"And what must I do," she whispered, "so you stop measuring me against your other wives… your sisters… your aunts?"
Lucifer leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering peck to her lips. His voice came out rough with need. "Love me, honey. I never compare the ones who truly love me."
Synthia answered by capturing his mouth in a deeper, wetter smooch, tongues brushing.
When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with challenge. "Then who's more beautiful—me, or your mommy?"
"My mommy," he answered without missing a beat.
"And who's your favorite wife between me and Westeria?"
"My dear Wess."
Synthia's hand slid up to his throat, fingers curling possessively as she leaned in, voice pure sin. "See? Aren't you making me jealous by choosing your mother and Westeria over me?"
Lucifer's fingers stroked through her silver hair, gentle and teasing. "No. I'm not making you jealous of either of them. You're the one asking these questions… and making yourself feel inferior."
Her grip tightened, eyes flashing. "It's a matter of perspective, Lucifer. From yours, I'm comparing myself to your mother and your favorite wife. From mine… you're choosing them over me."
He sighed, the sound heavy with reluctant honesty. "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry I can't meet every expectation. Perhaps it would have been better for both of us if I'd never accepted your proposal."
"Says the boy who ogles and hungers for the body of every woman in this world," Synthia teased, voice dripping honey and heat.
"Not every woman. I have preferences." His smile turned wicked. "I don't discriminate… but it's true I prefer women older than me."
"I'm older than you, aren't I?"
"Yes you are." His gaze dragged over her slowly, openly.
"And I'm not joking when I say you look damn hot. Sexy as hell. So much that I want to savor every inch of you… claim your body completely."
"Oh, is that so?" she purred, leaning closer until her breath ghosted over his lips. "You want to fuck and savor virgin me? What incredible luck I have… losing my virginity at one hundred and forty… to the cock of my husband who's only eighteen and a half."
"This eighteen-and-a-half-year-old husband of yours has already knocked Oriana up with triplets," he murmured, voice thick with pride and lust, "and filled the wombs of hundreds of your Holygrill family's holy mothers. Don't underestimate me."
Synthia's free hand drifted downward, teasing, exploring. "So Mister Divine Semen is confident he can impregnate me?"
Her fingers found something thick, long, and hot—longer and girthier than a man's forearm.
Lucifer's eyes went black with lust. "Yes. I'm confident I can impregnate you… right here, right now… with the manhood you're touching."
She laughed, low and sultry. "Quite funny, Lucifer. It's true I'm a virgin who's never taken a cock… but I've touched and inspected countless ones. And what I'm holding right now… could be anything. But it is not a dick."
"Then strip my pants and verify for yourself," he challenged, voice rough. "But remember this, my wife—I won't stop until I've cum at least ten times in a row. And making me cum is harder than lifting thousands of pounds. If you think I'm exaggerating… ask Sister Delya."
He pulled a small, pussy-shaped storage device from his spatial storage and placed it in her palm.
"Here, honey. Take this. Your second expectation isn't impossible after all. Here's the deal: make me cum ten times or more and collect every drop of my semen in this. Succeed… and I'll do whatever you ask. But no outside help. If anyone else joins in, that condition becomes void."
Synthia's laugh was pure arrogance and heat. "You bet, Lucifer. I'll make you cum not ten times… but twenty before the morning sun rises."
Lucifer answered vaguely, that same teasing, knowing smile never leaving his face.
Seeing that smile stretch from ear to ear, Synthia pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Darling… why don't you lie down beside Delya while I strip? Don't worry. I'll definitely finish the task… and worship that cock of yours with everything I have."
"Why not?" he answered easily.
Lucifer stretched out beside Delya, who was trying to sleep after listening to the entire lovers' quarrel. But Lucifer being Lucifer, his eyes immediately locked onto the soft swell of Delya's breasts, the rosy-pink nipples already peaked. Arousal surged through him. His hands began to wander, teasing those full, bare tits.
Delya stirred at the touch, voice sleepy and amused. "They don't have milk , young master. Only Mom's boobs lactate constantly… and right now Harry's busy sucking them dry."
Lucifer pinched one rosy nipple gently. "Even so… let me suck them. They're beautiful."
Delya's heart fluttered despite herself. She laughed softly. "Not right now, Lucifer. I'm trying to sleep. I'm tired. If you start sucking… I won't get any rest. Why don't you suck on Grand-Aunt's tits instead? Didn't she just promise to make you cum twenty times by morning?"
"Even if I leave you alone, Sister Delya," he murmured, "I doubt you'll get proper rest tonight."
"Why?"
"Your aunt swore she'd make me cum twenty times before sunrise. I only asked for ten… and that's already beyond her syllabus. I'm certain that halfway through she'll be begging for your and aunt aria's help."
"We'll see when the time comes," Delya muttered, and closed her eyes again.
A few moments later Synthia returned—completely naked. Silver hair cascaded down to her waist. Ginger eyes burned with pure desire. Her face could topple kingdoms, plump red lips juicier than ripe grapes. A voluptuous, mature, hourglass body of pure sin. On her chest rose two mountain-like breasts tipped with protruding pink nipples. A navel deeper than an ocean. Asscheeks plumper than ripe oranges. In a word… she looked like a heaven-defying beauty.
She placed a hand on Lucifer's chiseled chest and asked, voice husky, "What were the two of you talking about?"
Lucifer swallowed hard, eyes devouring her. "Nothing. Just pestering Sister Delya."
"Don't pester her, you horny donkey. Show me that manhood of yours so I can suck you dry."
"Strip me yourself and see," he challenged, heat rolling off him. "If you delay any longer… I might just fuck Sister Delya instead."
Delya's eyes stayed closed, but her voice was sharp. "Lucifer, I'm warning you… let me sleep peacefully. It's already past midnight, you horny dog."
Synthia moved to his feet, eyes glittering. "Bastard. Lift your legs."
Lucifer eagerly raised both legs at once. Synthia grabbed the hem of his pants and yanked hard.
And with that single pull, she freed the monster that had been hidden from most of the room—Lucifer's cock.
Fourteen inches of thick, heavy meat. Girth easily three to four inches around, comparable to a grown man's forearm. Rosy-pink glans, skin-colored shaft ridged with thick, pulsing veins that looked carved into the flesh.
Synthia's mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide with pure, unfiltered shock. Voice cracking, she stammered, "Lucif… Lucifer… what the hell is that?
That's… that's definitely not a dick.
Tell me you're joking. Please.
It's almost the size of my forearm…
How am I supposed to take that?
My… my pussy will split open if that thing goes inside me…"
Lucifer watched her terrified, aroused reaction with deep satisfaction. He looked up at her flushed, wide-eyed face and spoke with deliberate, teasing calm. "Honey… my mommy, Westeria, and every woman in the Velmora household take this size just fine. The human body is miraculous… but that's a lesson for later.
I want to fuck you right now—badly. But I'm a considerate husband. I don't want you afraid of my cock. So I won't take you tonight. I'll wait for the Fertility Ceremony Festival.
For now… please. Jerk me off. Or give me that pretty mouth. Time is ticking… and it's getting harder and harder to hold back this arousal."