Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 273 - 270: First and Forever

The heavy oak door clicked shut behind them, sealing the rest of the manor away. Candlelight from a dozen wrought-iron stands painted long, trembling shadows across crimson velvet drapes and the massive four-poster bed that dominated the room. Aiden carried Akidna the last few steps—bridal style at first, then simply cradled against his chest like something infinitely precious and infinitely breakable.

He threw her down with deliberate control.

The silk sheets billowed like dark water as her body met the mattress. She landed on her back with a soft, startled exhale, black maid skirt fluttering upward, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs and the damp black lace clinging transparently to her swollen sex.

Her hair—long, midnight strands—fanned outward in chaotic waves across the blood-red pillows. The bodice of her uniform, already savaged by desperate hallway kisses, hung in tatters; one breast had already spilled free, nipple dark and straining.

Akidna’s obsidian eyes never left his face.

They drank him in—every hard line of jaw, every flicker of possessive hunger in his gaze—as he planted one knee, then the other, on the mattress. The bed dipped beneath his weight. He loomed above her now, caging her without touching, letting the heat radiating from his body wash over her skin like a physical caress.

Her gaze dropped.

Lower.

Lower still.

The thick, obscene ridge straining the front of his trousers looked almost painful—longer and heavier than the memories she had tortured herself with for months. The fabric stretched taut, outlining every vein, every pulsing throb. A dark spot of pre-cum had already soaked through near the tip.

Her mouth went dry. Her cunt clenched on nothing.

"Your... your cock," she breathed, voice small and reverent, "it’s even bigger than before."

Aiden’s lips curved—half smile, half snarl.

He leaned down until his mouth grazed the shell of her ear, breath hot and deliberate.

"My women don’t get to keep the same cock they fell in love with," he murmured, voice gravel wrapped in velvet. "I ruin them for anyone else—stretch them until their pretty little pussies are molded to me alone. I fuck them so deep their wombs learn the shape of my head, so thick their walls remember every ridge, so often they forget what empty feels like. After me, other men are just... noise."

Akidna’s thighs trembled. Fresh slick pulsed out of her, soaking the already drenched lace.

"I’ve never wanted anyone else," she whispered, voice cracking. "Not once. That first night—when you cornered me against the kitchen counter after the last dish was dried, when you kissed me until I forgot how to breathe—I stopped being able to imagine anyone but you. Even when you were gone... even when I cried myself raw every night... it was still only you."

The confession snapped something inside him.

With a low, animal sound Aiden seized the ruined front of her bodice in both fists and tore. Silk and buttons parted with sharp, satisfying pops. Her heavy breasts spilled free—pale, full, trembling. The dark areolas were already puckered tight, nipples jutting like ripe berries begging to be bitten.

He descended without preamble.

His mouth closed over one peak—hot, wet, merciless—sucking so hard her back bowed off the mattress. Teeth grazed, then nipped; tongue lashed in cruel little circles. His left hand claimed the other breast, kneading roughly, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger until she keened.

"Aiden—! Aaahhh—yes—your teeth—your mouth—missed it so much—!"

He released the nipple with a wet pop only to drag his open mouth down the soft underside of her breast, inhaling deeply. That faint, sweet milky scent that had haunted his dreams clung to her skin—clean soap, warm woman, the ghost of arousal. He groaned against her flesh like a starving man finally allowed to feast.

"Fuck... I missed this smell," he rasped. "Missed the way your tits feel in my hands. The way your black eyes water when you try to take me down your throat. The way you taste when you’re this fucking wet for me."

He buried his nose in the crook of her neck next—drawing in the floral shampoo tangled with sweat and slick—then crashed their mouths together. The kiss was filthy from the first second: tongues sliding, teeth clashing, saliva stringing between their lips when they broke for air only to dive back in.

Akidna’s trembling fingers attacked his belt. Leather hissed through loops. Trousers and briefs shoved down together. His cock sprang upward—angry-red, vein-laced, so thick her fingertips barely met around the base. The fat crown glistened, slit weeping steadily.

She wrapped both hands around him reverently. Stroked once, twice—slow, worshipful—thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum in wide circles over the head.

"Please," she begged against his bruising kisses. "It’s been too long. My fingers—my toys—they’re nothing. They never reached where you do. They never made me feel... full. Please, Aiden—put it in me. Fill the emptiness again."

He answered with action.

One hand hooked beneath her knee, spreading her wider. The other fisted his shaft, guiding the blunt head through her soaked folds. Her lips parted around him—puffy, glistening, fluttering—and he pushed.

One long, merciless slide.

Her cunt opened for him with a loud, wet squelch. Walls that had clenched around nothing for months suddenly stretched around impossible girth, yielding inch after burning inch until his pelvis kissed hers and his balls rested hot and heavy against her ass.

Akidna’s eyes rolled back. Mouth fell open in a silent scream that eventually became sound.

"Aaahhhh—finally—back inside—heaven—Aaahhh—so deep—so fucking thick—splitting—me—Aaahhh!"

He stayed buried to the root for several heartbeats—letting her feel the stretch, the weight, the pulse of him seated against her cervix. Then he began to move.

Slow drags out—almost to the tip—watching her greedy entrance cling to him, trying to keep him inside—before slamming home again. Each deep plunge dragged a new sob from her throat.

She came on the fifth stroke.

Walls spasmed violently. A hot gush of squirt sprayed against his abdomen, soaking his skin and the sheets. Her nails scored bloody lines down his shoulders.

"Aiden—Aaahhh—cumming—already—cumming—Aaahhh!"

He didn’t pause. Didn’t gentle. He simply fucked her through it—faster now, hips snapping forward with bruising force. The wet clap of flesh on flesh filled the room, obscene and relentless.

Akidna tried—weakly—to muffle herself against his shoulder. It lasted perhaps ten seconds before pleasure tore the restraint away.

"I love you—I love you—I love you—Aiden—Aaahhh—never leave—never again—Aaahhh—!"

He growled, pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. Hands clamped her hips, yanking her ass high. He slammed back inside from behind—new, devastating angle—battering her cervix with every stroke.

One broad palm cracked down on her right cheek. The flesh jiggled; a perfect red handprint bloomed instantly.

"You think I’d ever abandon what’s mine?" he snarled, spanking her again—harder. "This cunt. This ass. This heart. All of it belongs to me. Always has."

Akidna sobbed—joy and need and relief tangling together—pushing back to meet every punishing thrust.

"Yes—own me—own me forever—Aaahhh—breed me—give me your baby—many babies—Aaahhh—please—Aiden—!"

He reached under her, seized both swaying breasts—squeezing until she whimpered—pinching and rolling the nipples as he pounded faster. The added stimulation shattered her again. She screamed hoarsely, squirting in violent jets that drenched his thighs and puddled beneath them.

"Third—third time—Aaahhh—can’t—can’t stop—Aaahhh!"

Aiden’s rhythm faltered for the first time—control fraying at the edges.

"Tonight," he gritted out, "I put my heir in you. My first maid. My first love. You’ll swell with my child—tits heavy, belly round—and every person in this house will know exactly who bred you."

She wailed, cunt clamping like a fist.

He pulled out suddenly—watching her gaping, creamy hole clench and flutter—then drove back in to the hilt. Again. Again. Faster. Harder. Balls slapping her clit with every stroke.

One final flip—he rolled her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, folded her in half. The new position let him grind mercilessly against her g-spot and cervix. His right hand collared her throat—not squeezing, simply holding—while his left rubbed brutal circles over her clit.

"Cum again," he ordered, voice shredded. "Cum while I breed you. Milk every fucking drop."

She detonated.

Screaming his name, pussy spasming wildly, squirting in powerful arcs that painted his abs and chest. The rhythmic convulsions dragged his own release out of him.

With a primal roar Aiden buried himself balls-deep and came—thick, endless ropes of potent seed flooding her womb. Her lower belly visibly swelled with the sheer volume; excess cream bubbled out around his shaft, dripping in slow rivers down her ass.

"Aaahhh—yes—filling—so much—so hot—your baby—inside—Aaahhh!"

They collapsed—sweat-slick, trembling, hearts hammering in tandem.

But he stayed hard inside her.

He rolled them until she straddled him—still impaled, cunt overflowing. Hands on her hips, he guided her into a slow, grinding ride. Her breasts bounced heavily; he caught them, sucking one nipple deep while twisting the other, forcing her to grind harder.

She came twice more like that—voice cracking into whimpers—squirting down his shaft each time.

Finally he spooned her from behind—lifting her top leg high, sliding back inside with slow, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive place. His lips moved against her ear, whispering dark, tender promises.

"You’ll be so beautiful swollen with my child," he murmured. "Tits leaking. Belly round. Everyone will see—you’re mine. First. Always."

Akidna reached back, clutching his hair, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Yes—breed me forever—love you—love you—Aiden—Aaahhh—"

He came again—slower, gentler—pulsing deep, keeping every drop locked inside as his cock softened but refused to leave her.

They lay entwined—his arm banded around her waist, lips brushing her temple—breathing in the quiet aftermath.

Akidna turned just enough to meet his eyes, black irises shining with tears and unshakable devotion.

"Thank you... for coming back to me."

Aiden kissed her slowly—soft for the first time that night.

"Never left you," he said quietly. "Not really. You were the beginning. You’ll help me build the end. Mother of everything that comes after."