Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 258 - 257: The Bridal Night Audience

The moon hung high over the Leonidus estate, casting silver light through the tall windows of the grand halls. The last carriages had rumbled away, leaving the mansion in hushed anticipation. Aiden carried his new bride, Flora, in his arms—princess style—her golden wedding gown trailing like a river of sunlight. She clung to his neck, her golden eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervous hunger, her full breasts pressing against his chest with every step.

"You carried me over the threshold once already, husband," she teased breathlessly, nipping his earlobe. "Now where are you taking me?"

"To our ceremonial bedroom, my lovely wife," Aiden murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His golden eyes gleamed with predatory promise, his white hair tousled just enough to make him look dangerously wild. "Where I’ll claim you properly. All night."

Flora’s cheeks flushed, her thighs clenching instinctively. She was already wet—had been since the kiss at the altar. The thought of finally having him without hiding, without secrets, made her pussy throb.

They reached the heavy oak doors of the master suite, pushed open by awaiting servants who bowed and vanished swiftly. Aiden stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

The room was a vision of romance and decadence. Thousands of red and white roses blanketed every surface—petals scattered across the floor, bouquets overflowing from vases, garlands draping the four-poster bed.

The heavy scent of flowers filled the air, intoxicating and sweet, mingling with the warm flicker of hundreds of candles. They burned on every table, mantel, and windowsill, casting a golden glow that made the room bright yet intimate, shadows dancing erotically on the walls.

Flora gasped in delight. "It’s beautiful... you did this for me?"

"For us," Aiden corrected, lowering her slowly until her feet touched the petal-strewn floor. But as they turned toward the massive bed, they froze.

There, lounging with barely concealed jealousy, were three women.

Catherine—Flora’s mother, mature and voluptuous with curves that strained her elegant gown, her golden hair pinned up regally.

Sabrina—Flora’s aunt, equally stunning with a wicked smile and knowing eyes.

And Luna—Sabrina’s daughter, young and fierce, with a body honed for temptation and eyes burning with envy.

All three sat on a plush velvet sofa near the bed, gowns hiked slightly, legs crossed in false composure. Their cheeks were flushed, lips bitten, eyes locked on Aiden like starving predators.

"Mother? Aunt Sabrina? Luna?" Flora stammered, surprise mixing with a spark of possessiveness. "What are you doing here?"

Catherine stood first, her massive breasts heaving. "We... wanted to ensure the bridal night went smoothly, darling. Tradition, you know."

Sabrina licked her lips. "And perhaps... join in the celebration? Your husband is quite the man. Sharing would be... generous."

Luna nodded eagerly, her thighs pressing together. "Please, Flora. We’ve all... tasted him before. Let us join."

Aiden’s lips curved into an amused smirk, his incubus aura already thickening the air, making the women’s breaths quicken.

Flora’s golden eyes flashed with jealousy. She stepped closer to Aiden, wrapping her arms around his waist while he still held her partially off the ground earlier. "No," she said firmly, voice steady despite her arousal. "Tonight, he is mine. Mine alone. We’ve waited too long for this."

She tilted her head up, kissing his perfect, marbled cheek—smooth and strong, like sculpted stone warmed by fire. "All yours?" Aiden whispered, amused.

"All mine," Flora confirmed, hugging him tighter, her body pressing fully against his hardness. But then, a mischievous glint entered her eyes. She glanced at the three jealous women. "But... I’m not so cruel. You can watch. See what you’ve been craving. See him claim his wife."

The three exchanged heated looks—frustration, arousal, acceptance. Catherine bit her lip hardest. "Very well, daughter. We’ll... observe."

They settled back on the sofa, skirts rustling, as Aiden grinned wickedly. With a sudden heave, he threw Flora onto the massive bed. She landed with a bounce amid rose petals, her golden gown splaying out like a halo, breasts jiggling enticingly.

"Ah!" she yelped playfully, laughing as he prowled toward her like a beast.

The three watchers leaned forward, eyes wide, biting their lips in unison.

Aiden didn’t bother undressing her fully. The sight of his bride in her wedding gown—pure yet profane—was too erotic. He crawled over her, capturing her lips in a savage kiss, tongue plunging deep, claiming her mouth as his fingers yanked aside her soaked lace panties. They were drenched already, strings of arousal clinging as he exposed her glistening pink pussy. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Mmmph!" Flora moaned into his mouth, tongue wrestling his greedily. His fingers—two thick ones—slid into her effortlessly, curling to hit her G-spot immediately.

*Schlick! Schlick!* The wet sounds filled the room as he finger-fucked her hard and fast, thumb grinding her swollen clit.

"Oh my god—Aiden! Yes!" Flora broke the kiss, head thrown back, moans echoing loudly. No more hiding. She was his wife now—she could scream.

Catherine, Sabrina, and Luna shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, thighs rubbing together. Wetness soaked their own panties as they imagined those fingers inside them.

Aiden pulled back, golden eyes burning. He hiked up her long golden skirt, bunching it around her waist, exposing her perfect legs and dripping cunt. Without warning, he dove in—mouth devouring her pussy like a starving man.

"Ahhhh! Husband!" Flora screamed, hands fisting his white hair. His tongue jammed deep inside her, thrusting in and out, lapping her juices hungrily. He sucked her clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her buck.

*Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!* Obscene, wet noises as he ate her out wildly, nose buried in her folds, tongue fucking her relentlessly.

Flora came hard—her second orgasm already—body arching off the bed, squirting into his mouth. "Cumming—I’m cumming on your tongue!"

He drank her down, growling possessively.

The watchers whimpered. Luna’s hand slipped under her skirt first, fingers circling her clit. Sabrina and Catherine followed, biting back moans, pussies throbbing as they fantasized: *That’s me... his tongue inside me...*

Aiden rose, face slick with her juices, licking his lips. He toyed with her more—fingers plunging again, tongue on her nipples through the gown—bringing her to a third shuddering climax.

"Please... Aiden... I need your cock!" Flora begged, voice breaking. "I want to feel your cum inside me... breed me... impregnate your wife!"

Aiden’s eyes darkened with lust. "Anything for my gorgeous wife," he growled.

He positioned himself missionary—thick, veined cock springing free from his trousers, head angry and leaking precum. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing, then thrust in—one deep, claiming stroke.

"Aaaahhhh!" Flora’s moan echoed through the room, loud and unashamed. Her walls stretched around his massive girth, clenching greedily.

He pounded her immediately—deep, brutal thrusts. *Slap! Slap! Slap!* Skin on skin, his balls slapping her ass.

"Yes! Fuck me—husband! Deeper!" She wrapped her legs around him, nails raking his back. He made her cum again and again—walls spasming, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets.

On the sofa, the three could hold back no longer. Skirts lifted fully, panties yanked down or aside, fingers plunged into their dripping cunts.

"Nngh..." Luna moaned softly, two fingers pumping fast, eyes glued to Aiden’s cock disappearing into Flora.

Catherine’s huge breasts heaved as she fingered herself furiously, imagining his thickness stretching her. Sabrina joined, moaning louder.

Aiden flipped Flora into doggy—ass up, face down in petals. He slapped her cheeks hard—*Smack! Smack!*—red marks blooming.

"Beg for it, my love."

"Please—your dick! Fuck me harder—shatter me!"

He slammed back in, pounding like an animal, pulling her hair. She begged endlessly, cumming twice more.

Then he lifted her—back against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked her standing, gravity driving him deeper. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, drool escaping as she screamed through another orgasm.

Finally, he pushed her toward the sofa—bending her over from behind, hands pinning her arms back. He railed her mercilessly, cock slamming home, forcing her to face the watchers.

"Look at them," he commanded. "See how they touch themselves watching me fuck you."

Flora’s eyes focused through the haze—seeing her mother, aunt, and cousin masturbating frantically, fingers slick, moans filling the air.

"Oh lord—they’re cumming... watching you fuck me..."

The three shattered one by one—Luna first, squirting on her fingers with a cry; Sabrina next, body shaking; Catherine last, mana flickering as she came hard.

Aiden roared, burying deep and flooding Flora—hot, thick ropes of cum painting her womb. "Take it—my seed!"

She came with him, walls milking every drop, proclaiming loudly: "I’m yours—forever!"

The room reeked of sex and roses. The night was far from over.