Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 272 - 269: Maid’s Return

The heavy iron-bound doors of the Draconic Archducal Palace swung open with a low, resonant groan. Aiden von Leonidus—no longer masked as Pope Lucifer—stepped across the threshold, white hair flowing freely down his back, golden eyes sharp and predatory beneath the afternoon sun that slanted through the high arched windows.

The servants bowed low as he passed, whispers trailing in his wake like smoke. The house had changed under his influence: banners of deep crimson and silver now mingled with the ancient draconic blue, guards wore his personal crest discreetly on their pauldrons, and every corridor hummed with quiet, efficient power.

But none of that mattered the moment he saw her.

Akidna stood at the far end of the grand entrance hall, framed by a shaft of golden light that caught the glossy black of her hair and made it shimmer like polished obsidian.

She wore the same tight maid outfit she had always favored—black silk so snug it outlined every generous curve, the short skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs, white apron tied tight around her narrow waist to accentuate the dramatic flare of her hips and the heavy swell of her breasts straining against the bodice.

Her black eyes—usually so calm and demure—glistened with unshed tears of joy. Her full lips trembled as she smiled, cheeks flushed pink.

"Ai...Lord Aiden..." she breathed, voice soft and reverent, almost breaking.

He crossed the hall in long strides, servants scattering like startled birds. When he reached her he did not stop—he simply wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, the other hand cupping the back of her head as he claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Akidna whimpered into him, melting instantly. Her hands clutched his shirt, fingers digging in as if afraid he might vanish. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, eyes glassy.

"I missed you so much," she whispered, voice trembling. "Every day... every night... I thought of nothing else."

Aiden smiled—slow, wicked, tender all at once. "Not ’Lord’ when we’re alone, Akidna. Just Aiden. Like before."

She hesitated, black eyes searching his face. Before her stood no longer the quiet, ambitious young man she had first served—no longer the butler who washed clothes beside her in the Leonidus estate laundry, no longer the man who had taken her virginity in a cramped servant’s cot while the household slept.

Now he was the pillar of House Draconic, the secret master of the Arcane Guild, the lover of duchesses and cardinals and saintesses. A noble who held an ancient archduchy in the palm of his hand.

"But... you are a lord now," she murmured, voice small. "Flora told me everything. The church. The guild. The women... Catherine, Sabrina, Luna, Flora herself... and now Lady Sheela too. You have so many. I’m just—"

Aiden cut her off with another kiss—deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers in slow, possessive strokes until she moaned softly into his mouth, thighs pressing together instinctively.

"Never," he growled against her lips when he broke away. "I will never abandon you. You were the first. The only one who saw me when I had nothing—no name, no power, no allies. You gave yourself to me completely when I was weak and alone. Because of you—because of your trust, your body, your heart—I rose. You are not ’just’ anything, Akidna. You are mine. Always."

Tears slipped down her cheeks now—happy ones, glistening like diamonds. She tried to speak, but only a soft sob escaped.

Aiden brushed them away with his thumbs, golden eyes fierce with promise. "Tonight is ours. Only ours. Catherine, Sabrina, Flora, Luna—they won’t disturb us. I’ve already told them. You and I... we have catching up to do."

Akidna’s breath hitched, cheeks burning crimson even as fresh heat pooled between her thighs. "Aiden..."

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Soon you won’t be a maid at all. I’ll raise your rank—make you a noble in your own right. And in time... I will marry you. You’ll be my concubine—officially, proudly. You’ll bear my children. Swell with my heirs just like the others. But you were first. You will always be first in my heart."

She cried harder then—joyful, overwhelmed sobs—clinging to him as if he might disappear. Aiden simply scooped her up in his arms like a princess, her legs dangling, skirt riding up to expose smooth thighs and the barest hint of black lace beneath. She buried her face in his neck, still weeping softly.

"I thought... when you became so powerful... you would forget a simple maid like me."

"Never," he repeated, voice rough with emotion. "And tonight I make up for every lonely night you endured while I was away. I’m going to pound you so hard, make you cum so many times, that tomorrow morning you’ll wake up a different woman. Sore, satisfied, and utterly mine."

He carried her through the corridors—past bowing servants who pretended not to notice, past ornate tapestries depicting ancient draconic battles. Akidna’s arms stayed wrapped around his neck, her breath hot against his skin, whispering soft, needy sounds every time his hand squeezed her ass possessively.

They reached the private wing—the master suite he had claimed as his own. The heavy double doors closed behind them with a decisive click.

Inside, candles had already been lit; the massive four-poster bed draped in black and crimson silk waited like an altar. Aiden set her down gently, but only long enough to shrug off his coat and shirt, revealing the sculpted chest and abdomen that had ruined so many noblewomen.

Akidna stared—hungry, reverent—then dropped gracefully to her knees before him, hands already working at his belt.

"Let me serve you first, my—Aiden," she corrected herself, voice trembling with need. "Like old times."

He groaned as she freed his cock—thick, veined, already fully hard and leaking at the tip. She wrapped both hands around the base, stroking slowly, reverently, before leaning forward to take him into her warm, wet mouth.

"Aaahhh... fuck, Akidna..." Aiden hissed, fingers threading through her glossy black hair.

She moaned around him, tongue swirling lovingly along the underside, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper. Her black eyes lifted to meet his—adoration and lust shining in equal measure—as she bobbed slowly, taking more of him with every pass until her nose brushed his abdomen.

He let her worship him for long minutes—throat working around his length, soft gagging sounds mixing with wet slurps—before he finally pulled her off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.

"Enough," he growled. "I need to be inside you."

He lifted her again—this time tossing her gently onto the bed. Her maid skirt flipped up, exposing soaked black lace panties clinging to her puffy, dripping folds. Aiden tore them away in one motion, then spread her thighs wide.

"Look at you," he murmured, running two fingers along her slit, gathering her slickness before bringing them to his mouth to taste. "So wet already. You’ve been aching for me."

Akidna nodded frantically, hips lifting. "Every night... I touched myself thinking of you... but it was never enough... never like you..."

He positioned himself between her legs, cock nudging her entrance. "Then let me remind you."

He thrust in slowly at first—inch by thick inch—watching her face contort in pleasure-pain-ecstasy as he stretched her tight walls. She hadn’t taken him in months; her body had tightened again, gripping him like a vice.

"Aaahhh! Aiden—too big—stretching me—Aaahhh! So deep—!"

He bottomed out with a groan, pubic bone grinding against her clit. Then he began to move—long, deliberate strokes at first, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, before building speed.

Akidna’s hands clutched the sheets, back arching, massive breasts bouncing beneath the torn bodice. "Yes—yes—Aaahhh! Harder—please—Aaahhh! Pound your maid—Aaahhh!"

He obliged—hips snapping forward, bed creaking ominously. Wet slaps filled the room as he fucked her relentlessly, one hand mauling her breast, pinching and twisting the dark nipple until she screamed.

"Aaahhh! Cumming—already—Aaahhh!"

She shattered—hard—squirting in hot jets around his pistoning cock, walls fluttering wildly. Aiden growled, pounding through it, prolonging her climax until tears streamed down her cheeks from overstimulation.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in from behind—deeper angle now, battering her cervix with every thrust.

"Aaahhh! There—right there—Aaahhh! Breaking me—Aaahhh!"

He reached around to rub her clit in brutal circles while his other hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her messily over her shoulder.

"Cum again," he commanded. "Cum on my cock like the good girl you are."

She did—twice more in quick succession—squirting so hard the sheets soaked beneath them, voice hoarse from screaming his name.

By the fourth orgasm he finally let himself go—growling deep as he flooded her womb with thick, endless ropes of enhanced seed. Her belly swelled softly with the volume, excess leaking out around his shaft as she milked him desperately.

"Aaahhh... so full... so warm... your child... inside me... Aaahhh..."

They collapsed together—sweaty, trembling, sated for the moment. Aiden pulled her close, kissing her forehead tenderly.

"First of many nights like this," he whispered. "You’re not a maid anymore. You’re my woman. My future concubine. Mother of my heirs."

Akidna smiled through happy tears, nuzzling into his chest. "I love you... Aiden."

Across the palace, in a quieter wing, Lord Harlan Voss stumbled upon the scene—saw Aiden carrying Akidna like a bride toward the master suite, heard her soft, needy moans echoing down the corridor.

His face paled, then flushed with humiliated fury.

He stormed to Sheela’s private study, bursting in without knocking.

"Your son-in-law is cheating on Flora!" he blurted, voice cracking. "Right now—he’s carrying some maid to his bed! In front of everyone!"

Sheela sat at her desk, sky-blue hair cascading over one shoulder, quill paused mid-signature. She didn’t even look up.

"I don’t care."

Harlan blinked. "What?"

Sheela finally raised her eyes—icy, bored, utterly indifferent. "I don’t care what Aiden does. And I don’t care about you either. Go back to our fief. Handle the estates. Leave me to manage the Draconic House."

He stared at her, stunned. "Why? Why do you suddenly hate me? We shared a bed for years! I love you, Sheela!"

She set the quill down with deliberate calm.

"You married me for politics," she said flatly. "To gain my father’s trust. The Archduke’s favor. You never loved me—you loved the power my name brought you. And now... I have tasted real power. Real pleasure. You could never make me cum—not once in eight years. Aiden does it with a glance."

Harlan’s face twisted—anger, hurt, humiliation warring across his features.

"You’re throwing away our marriage for that... that devil?"

Sheela smiled—slow, cruel, satisfied.

"I already have."

He stood frozen for several heartbeats, then turned and stormed out—fury boiling over.

He found Lady Elowen Leonidus—Sheela’s mother, the matriarch—in the rose garden, tending mana-blooms with gloved hands. At one hundred fifty, she looked no older than thirty-five: golden-blue hair pinned elegantly, body still lush and commanding.

Harlan fell to his knees before her.

"Lady Elowen—please. Your daughter... she’s lost her mind. She’s bedding that white-haired upstart—Aiden—and discarding me like refuse. She says she doesn’t care if he cheats on Flora. She told me to leave the palace!"

Elowen straightened slowly, brushing dirt from her gloves. Her eyes—sharp as winter ice—fixed on him.

"And?"

Harlan gaped. "And?! My marriage is crumbling! The honor of House Voss—"

"House Voss has no honor left to lose," Elowen interrupted coolly. "You married my daughter for ambition. You failed to satisfy her. You failed to produce heirs. And now you come crying to me because she has chosen a stronger mate?"

"But—"

Elowen stepped closer, towering over him despite his kneeling posture.

"Aiden von Leonidus holds this house now. He has the church’s backing. The guild. Soon, if the whispers are true, he may hold the empire itself. My daughter has made her choice. I suggest you make yours—quietly, before you embarrass yourself further."