Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 261 - 260: The Dragon’s Shadow

Aiden stood before the full-length mirror in the master chamber of what was now unequivocally his estate. The dark noble coat fitted him like it had been forged for his body alone—midnight black fabric, severe and immaculate, with intricate golden embroidery curling across the shoulders and chest like living flames.

Matching trousers hugged his powerful legs, and the high collar framed his throat with regal authority. His snow-white hair fell in perfect waves to his shoulders, catching the morning light like fresh powder on marble. Those golden eyes—predatory, luminous, ancient—stared back at him with quiet triumph.

He looked less like a newly minted viscount and more like a god-prince descended to walk among mortals.

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. Not the polite smile of a courtier. Not the charming grin he used to disarm. This was the smile of a man who had taken everything he wanted and knew the world had no choice but to bend.

Status. Wealth. Power. Influence. Faith—his followers in the shadows grew by the day. Every piece he had coveted was now in his grasp.

All that remained was the throne.

He let the thought linger, tasting it like fine wine. Patience. The board was still moving. Pieces had to fall in perfect order.

His gaze drifted to the polished desk. Stacks of reports waited—numbers that made his smile deepen. The Arcane Guild’s ledgers were exploding: new contracts, skyrocketing membership, mana crystal shipments tripled in the last quarter. The Slayer Guild, by contrast, bled red ink on every page. Failed expeditions, desertions, equipment shortages. They couldn’t compete. Not anymore.

One by one, the sky dungeons were quietly transferring titles into his name through shell holdings and indebted nobles. Soon the skies themselves would belong to House Leonidus.

He picked up the quill, signed the letter to Arina with a single, elegant stroke.

It is time.

He set it aside for a runner. The Arcane Guild would move tonight.

Strong, familiar arms slid around his waist from behind. Catherine pressed her lush body against his back, cheek resting between his shoulder blades.

"You look lethal, my love," she murmured, voice husky with pride. "Dashing doesn’t begin to cover it."

Before he could answer, another pair of arms joined—Sabrina, sliding in from the left, her full breasts molding against his ribs.

Then Luna on the right, silent and warm, her smaller but no less soft chest nestling in.

Finally Flora, grumbling as she squeezed in last, wedging herself against his lower back. "You three couldn’t wait until I woke up? I was right there in the bed."

Catherine laughed softly. "No one gets Aiden alone anymore, Flora. We learned that the hard way."

Sabrina and Luna both shushed her in unison, playful fingers pressing to Flora’s lips.

Flora huffed, but her arms tightened around him all the same.

Catherine leaned closer to Sabrina’s ear, whispering just loud enough for Aiden to catch the edge of it. "...and when I made him watch Leonidus break completely, he came so hard he saw stars—again and again..."

Sabrina’s answering giggle was low and wicked.

Aiden let them gossip for a moment, enjoying the press of four perfect bodies against him. Then he turned in their embrace, golden eyes sweeping over each of them.

"Enough," he said, voice calm but absolute. "Prepare yourselves. We have appearances to keep today."

He brushed a thumb across Catherine’s lower lip, then Sabrina’s cheek, Luna’s jaw, Flora’s pouting mouth.

"This house is mine now. I am Aiden Leonidus, Viscount of the leonidus Line." His tone carried iron beneath velvet. "And I intend to raise this name to heights Leonidus himself could never dream of. We will flourish. We will dominate. Every rival house will kneel or be crushed."

In the corner of his vision, his system interface flickered—unseen by anyone else.

[Impregnation Seed: Activated]

A faint pulse of warmth spread through his groin. He dismissed the notification with a thought.

The women scattered to dress, excitement buzzing in the air like static before a storm.

An hour later, Aiden strode down the grand central hallway of the Leonidus estate. Servants bowed low as he passed, eyes wide with awe and fear. Whispers followed in his wake.

The new lord.

The white-haired devil.

The man who had taken everything in a single night.

Catherine walked two steps behind on his left, regal in deep crimson silk that hugged every curve. Sabrina mirrored her on the right, emerald gown accentuating her darker beauty. Luna and Flora remained at the estate—today was for the core trio.

They stepped into the crisp morning air. A sleek black carriage with the Leonidus dragon sigil—now subtly altered with golden accents—waited. The ride to the main ancestral seat of the Draconic Archduchy was short, but long enough for questions.

Catherine leaned close. "Why the Archduke’s palace today, Aiden? No appointment. Bane hates surprises."

Sabrina’s brow arched. "Especially unannounced ones."

Aiden stared out the window, city spires sliding past. "Because it is time he learns who truly holds power in this family now."

The carriage rolled to a halt before the towering gates of Draconic Hall—an edifice of black stone and gilded dragon motifs that screamed ancient wealth. Guards snapped to attention at the sight of the Leonidus crest, confusion flickering when they recognized Catherine and the white-haired man beside her.

No one stopped them.

Aiden led the way through marble corridors lined with ancestral portraits—golden-haired men and women with proud blue eyes. All of them looked down on the trio now ascending to the Archduke’s private offices.

The outer secretaries rose in alarm. "My lord is—"

Aiden didn’t break stride. He pushed open the heavy oak doors himself.

Archduke Bane Leonidus looked up from his desk, quill freezing mid-signature.

He was everything the portraits promised: tall, broader than Leonidus had ever been, golden hair tied back severely, piercing blue eyes sharp as winter steel. The family resemblance to Catherine was uncanny—same bone structure, same regal bearing. But where Catherine’s beauty was soft and inviting, Bane’s was hard, cold, commanding.

His gaze flicked from Aiden to Catherine to Sabrina, then back to Aiden.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" His voice was deep, controlled fury.

Aiden stepped forward, reached into his coat, and withdrew a sealed parchment bearing the holy sigil of the Church of Light. He slammed it onto the desk with deliberate force.

"The Church has found you guilty, Bane Leonidus," Aiden said, voice calm, almost conversational. "Heresy. Trafficking in forbidden artifacts. Conspiracy against the Crown." he lied.

Bane’s eyes narrowed. He broke the seal, scanned the document. His jaw tightened.

"This is absurd. Forgery. The Church would never—"

"The Church already has," Aiden interrupted. "The inquisitors move tonight. Your allies in the capital have abandoned you. Your private ledgers—those detailing the black-market relic trade—have already been delivered to the High Inquisitor."

Bane’s hand twitched toward a concealed drawer. Aiden’s golden eyes tracked the motion.

"I wouldn’t," Aiden said softly. "There are twenty of my people in this hall right now. Loyal to me."

’through my incubus blood ofcourse.’

Catherine stepped forward, voice trembling with something that might have been regret—or triumph. "Brother... it’s over."

Bane’s gaze snapped to her. "You brought this demon into our house, Catherine. You let him—"

"I let him take what was weak and rotting," she cut in, chin high. "House Leonidus, house Draconic was dying under your pride and Leonidus’s incompetence. Aiden has saved it."

Sabrina remained silent, but her small, satisfied smile spoke volumes.

Bane leaned back, studying Aiden with new calculation. "And what do you want? The title? The lands? You think others will simply hand the Archduchy to a white-haired upstart who just tasted power?"

Aiden’s smile returned—slow, chilling.

"I want cooperation, Bane. For now. Publicly, you remain Archduke. Privately, you step aside. All decisions pass through me. The sky dungeons already answer to my banner. The Arcane Guild and The Church owes me favors you cannot even imagine."

He leaned forward, palms on the desk.

"Resist, and you die in a cell, stripped of name and honor. Cooperate, and you keep your head, your comfort, and the illusion of power. House Leonidus rises higher than ever—under my hand."

Bane’s knuckles whitened on the arms of his chair.

"And if I refuse?"

Aiden straightened. "Then I take it anyway. But it will be... messier."

Silence stretched, thick and electric.

Finally, Bane exhaled through his nose. "You have me cornered. For now." His blue eyes burned with hatred—and reluctant admiration. "What is your first command, Lord Aiden?"

Aiden’s smile widened.

"Summon the family council. Tonight. Announce that due to health concerns, you are naming me your official heir and regent in all but title. Catherine will corroborate. Publicly, it is a unification of the branch houses."

Bane’s lips thinned. "And privately?"

"Privately," Aiden said, turning toward the door, Catherine and Sabrina falling in beside him, "you will watch as I remake this dynasty in my image. Starting with ensuring the Leonidus bloodline continues—stronger, purer, mine."

He paused at the threshold.

"Oh, and Bane? Have the master suite prepared. I’ll be moving into the Archducal palace tomorrow."

The doors closed behind them with a soft, final click.

In the corridor, Catherine exhaled shakily. "He will hate us forever."

Aiden slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "He will obey. Hate is irrelevant."

Sabrina glanced up at him. "And when he tries something stupid?"

Aiden’s golden eyes gleamed. "Then he learns what I did to the last man who stood in my way."

They walked back through the halls, servants bowing deeper than before. Word would spread like wildfire by nightfall.

Back at the viscount estate—soon to be the secondary residence—Aiden dismissed the staff early. The moment the doors closed, the four women were on him.

Catherine first, pushing him against the wall of the grand foyer, mouth hungry on his. Sabrina’s hands worked the buttons of his new coat, sliding it off his shoulders with reverence. Luna knelt, deft fingers unlacing his trousers. Flora pressed in from behind, kissing the back of his neck, grinding against him.

"Gods, you looked like a king in there," Catherine breathed against his lips. "Taking my brother’s power without raising a sword..."

Aiden growled, lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall as Luna freed his already-hard cock. Sabrina and Flora stripped him bare, worshipping every inch of exposed skin with mouths and hands.

He carried Catherine to the nearest salon, laying her on the long velvet chaise. The others followed, shedding gowns like petals.

What followed was hours of raw, unrestrained claiming.