For half an hour the twenty-three men had been pounding the first batch of women with rough, relentless strokes. The moment the time was up, Veronica—one of the experiment's organizers—sharply ordered every man to stop thrusting.
Protests erupted at once from every mating pair. Most of the men hadn't even made their partners come once; the half-hour limit felt insulting.
Jeff was still buried balls-deep in Oriana's slick pussy when he growled, "Veronica, this isn't fair! You said the women have to stop after their second or third orgasm, but you never put any limit on us men. These thirty minutes are so short I didn't even make Oriana cum once. When I found out I was paired with her, I thought I'd finally get to experience her mature, athletic body the way Lucifer did back in Getildamare Town. But now you're cutting everything short? It's not fair. I want to fuck her more… I want to impregnate her, even if the chances are lower now."
Oriana gave a mocking little laugh. "Old man, are you suffering from dementia? Did you forget I'm already Lucifer's wife? In Getildamare Town my husband fucked me thoroughly for three or four hours and put triplets in me." She pulled forward with a wet *pop*, Jeff's cock slipping out of her well-used hole. Turning around, she spread her legs wide, reached down, and touched the three small violet heart marks tattooed on her pubic mound. "Uncle Jeff, see? I'm already pregnant—with triplets."
Jeff blinked out of his lustful haze. "Then why did you join this experiment? Veronica said it was only for women who aren't pregnant."
Oriana answered with a bratty huff, still gently stroking the violet hearts. "Hmph. Why do you think I can't participate? I already asked Mother-in-law. She said in the early months of pregnancy I can have sex however I want, but I have to be careful after the third month. So right now I'm free to ride whoever I like. You said you wanted to feel my athletic body… fine. But not now. How about I give you that chance during the upcoming Fertility Ceremony Festival?"
While she waited for his answer, Jeff suddenly grabbed her waist, yanked her against him, and groped her full, milky breasts. He crushed his mouth to hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
Their lips met with wet, desperate heat. Jeff's tongue pushed in, thick and demanding, swirling and stroking against hers in slow, filthy circles. Saliva mixed as they sucked and slurped at each other's mouths—loud, messy *slurp… chu… slurp… muah…* sounds filling the air. Oriana moaned into the kiss and answered with equal fire, her tongue dancing back, curling around his, teasing the roof of his mouth. Her athletic body pressed flush to him, pregnant belly brushing his abdomen, full breasts spilling over his groping hands. His thumbs rolled her stiffening nipples while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits. She tasted faintly of the earlier sex still on both of them—musky, warm, addictive. One of her hands slid down to wrap around his slick, still-hard cock, giving it a slow, possessive stroke while they devoured each other. The kiss turned even sloppier, tongues sliding, lips sucking, soft wet sounds and muffled groans blending together for a full, heated minute. When they finally broke apart, a glistening thread of saliva stretched between their mouths before snapping.
Jeff panted against her lips. "Pregnant women can't participate in the Fertility Ceremony Festival. And if you want to offer your fluids to Goddess Velia, Goddess Nara, and God Augustus, it has to be on the last day."
Oriana's eyes sparkled with wicked promise. She reached down again, wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, and gave it a slow, seductive pump. "Old stud, if you say I can't join the festival, fine. I'll let you plough my holes thoroughly on Ascension Day—in front of everyone. Let's see how you make me moan under you."
She had barely turned around when Ruby, still glowing from her first orgasm, asked breathlessly, "Oriana… do you want to marry my husband and become his third wife? If you do, you should ask Lucifer. He won't reject it. See me—I'm Jeff's first wife, but Lucifer is also my second husband."
Oriana smiled pleasantly. "You misunderstood, Aunt. I don't want to marry him… well, not now. And no one knows what the future holds. I know it looks like I'm seducing Uncle Jeff, but I'm not. The kiss was just to find his level."
Mia frowned. "Level? Oriana, even if Jeff is roughly the same age as you, he is still your elder in the family hierarchy. You shouldn't speak to him so rudely. It's shameful."
Ruby nodded in firm agreement, clearly displeased that anyone would claim to be "testing" her first husband's level.
Oriana sighed, realizing how her words had been taken. "Why do you all keep misunderstanding? I'm not ridiculing Uncle Jeff. On the day I arrived with the delegation from Holycross, I overheard him bragging to Peterson—one of the paladins—about an old sex competition. He claimed the challenge was who could fuck nonstop for three full days and impregnate the most women. Peterson was shocked… and so was I. We're humans; there's a limit. Even I would be ruined after three days straight, and any man's cock would be bruised raw after pounding so many different pussies for that long.
But Uncle Jeff told the story with a twist. He said that because Lucifer is younger, he gave the boy some 'fair' restrictions and handed him special stamina pills he had concocted from rare herbs in the dangerous Nightbloom Forest. Then he fed 'pregnancy pills' to Veronica, Silva, Selene, Dolly, Riva, Rebecca, Yuri, and others so they would only couple with Lucifer and get pregnant easily—thus 'letting' Lucifer win. All so the generous elder wouldn't humiliate the younger generation in front of the whole duchy."
As Oriana spoke she slipped into a comically puffed-up imitation of Jeff's bragging voice, chest out, one hand waving grandly like she was telling an epic tale. Several wives had to bite their lips to keep from laughing. Veronica rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful. Jenna was already snorting. Borris shook his head in open disbelief. The more Oriana continued, the more ridiculous the story sounded in hindsight—especially knowing Lucifer's actual overwhelming power.
"Mother Mia, after hearing that I knew it couldn't be true. Nightbloom Forest isn't some herb-picking picnic spot; it's lethal. Then came the training camp in Getildamare Town. Lucifer tested all of us—Valkyrie knights, paladins, holy mothers—in his octa-gravity barrier and during sparring. You saw it, Mother Mia. None of us could even touch his hair. And the irony? He was also training Uncle Jeff, Tristan, and Jason at the same time. That's when I realized something was off.
Later, when Lucifer was aroused, he chose you first, then Aunt Ruby, then me. None of us could satisfy him. He ended up impregnating me, more than two hundred Valkyrie knights, and all the holy mothers. After that he proposed, and I accepted. As his wife, I couldn't let someone mock him behind his back. So I offered myself to Uncle Jeff in front of everyone—to test his real level and see how much of his story was true and how much was false bragging. I know he doesn't mean harm; he treats Lucifer like family. But I still don't like the lies."
When Oriana finished, stunned silence fell—then turned into death glares aimed straight at Jeff. Mia and Ruby looked ready to incinerate him with their eyes. Silva, Selene, Veronica, and the rest of Lucifer's wives joined in. Even Borris the caretaker and Jeff's own son Jason were glaring. Only Jenna was openly laughing, wiping tears from her eyes like she was watching the best comedy of the year.
Ruby's face burned with embarrassment. She dug her toes into the ground, mortified that her first husband had been spreading such ridiculous lies about her second husband in front of outsiders.
Jason stepped forward, wearing an expression of perfect false innocence. "Dad… what kind of privilege did you give Big Brother during the sex competition? When exactly did you visit Nightbloom Forest to gather those rare herbs for the 'stamina pill'?"
He turned to the other women. "Sisters… do any of you remember eating special pregnancy pills?"
He already knew every answer. This was an interrogation, and Jeff had been caught red-handed.
Afterward Jason went to Amelia, whispered in her ear, received a small pouch, kissed her cheek, and jogged back. He stopped in front of Oriana and opened his palm, revealing four pills.
Oriana tilted her head. "Are those the pills Uncle Jeff concocted?"
Jeff shook his head quickly. "No, sister-in-law. My father is a liar who likes to tease me and Big Brother Lucifer. Three of these are violet arousal pills—low, medium, and high grade. Swallow even the weakest one and your body becomes extremely sensitive and unnaturally aroused. Sister Amelia and Aunt Mia have used them before; Big Brother fed it to both before fucking them. The black one is the Booster Pill. It increases stamina and libido by one-hundred-and-fifty to two-hundred percent. I took it once—for about twelve hours my stamina skyrocketed and my cock grew two inches longer. It doesn't last permanently, though.
There are more pills, but I only grabbed these four to show you. All of them were made by Big Brother Lucifer, not my father. In the competition he gave Dad a handicapped match with extra privileges… and Dad still lost miserably.
He's nothing but a bully. Big Brother doesn't like doing things with other men—that's just his preference. But one day Dad tried to disgust him on purpose. He told Lucifer, 'You know Mia gave me a blowjob this morning and I creampied her cunt. Now look at you kissing your mother—tell me, how does my cum taste? Because when you kiss her mouth-to-mouth you're eating it. Or at least tasting what's left.'"
Mia added quietly, "Seeing the disgusted look on Luci's face, I had to explain that after every session with other men I clean myself thoroughly with water and cleanse magic. Only then did he calm down."
Jeff was sweating heavily under all the glares. He tried to defend himself. "What was so wrong with it? Even if I bragged a little, what harm did it do to Luci? Can't a man enjoy his peaceful time without everyone trying to snatch it away? And you, Jason—are you even my son? The way you're acting, I'm starting to think Lucifer must have impregnated Ruby when he was two or three years old. Damn brat—be filial to your own father for once!"
Jason glanced at him, cleared his throat with a deliberate *ahem*, and spoke in a perfectly calm, serious voice. "Actually, Dad… you're wrong and right at the same time. I *am* filial to my father and mother… and you're also correct that Brother Lucifer is my father."
Jeff froze. His eyes went wide. He looked from Jason to Ruby to Mia and back again, mouth opening and closing like a landed fish. "W-wait… *what*?!"
Mia didn't even bother answering the ridiculous implication in his stare—she simply sighed, knowing full well her son had been a virgin until eighteen.
Jason continued, deadpan. "Dad, don't misunderstand. Brother Lucifer is Mom's second husband. That naturally makes him my father too. So if I'm filial to him, what's wrong with that? It's your fault you lied. No one's stopping you from enjoying life—just don't do it again. Otherwise I'll have to force-feed you the Green Pill Big Brother concocted."
Jeff blinked. "Green pill? What the hell does that do?"
Before Jason could answer, Ruby cut in sweetly, though her eyes were sharp. "Son, it's better if your father experiences it himself. No need to explain. He wanted to enjoy his 'peaceful time,' so it's our duty to make sure he enjoys it thoroughly."
Jeff looked at his fuming wife, opened his mouth, then wisely closed it again and accepted his fate with a defeated groan.
The entire circle was struggling not to laugh. Jenna had given up completely and was howling. Several wives were hiding smiles behind their hands. Borris was shaking his head, shoulders twitching. The sheer absurdity of Jeff's earlier bragging combined with Jason's calm, surgical delivery had turned the tension into pure comedy.
Veronica's voice cut through the laughter like a whip. "Enough chit-chat. I'll personally make sure Sir Jeff enjoys his peaceful time later. But right now we're moving on. Actually—scratch the second batch. Listen up, all of you women, pregnant or not. Four of us are going to teach you exactly how to use the pleasure rods. I don't have time for these slow experiment procedures anymore. I loved the feeling of getting my cunt and asshole fucked at the same time by those rods, and I expect every one of you to enjoy it just as much. Get ready."