Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 404 - 399: Ironseed Compact

Aiden stood on the outer wall of Dunhar fortress as the last wagons rolled in. The mountain air bit cold against his skin, but the fractures spreading through the northern ridges glowed with unstable red light.

This was the line. If Dunhar fell, the crusade would pour straight into their heartlands.

"Reinforce the south gate with three Thorn Cores," he ordered. Engineers scrambled to obey, slamming the pulsating cores into the stone. Thick black vines burst out and wove into the walls, hardening them like living armor.

Vassal artillery crews dragged heavy bolt-throwers into position along the battlements while mountain clan warriors hauled crates of explosive charges up the stairs.

Small Church raiding parties tested them twice before sunset. The first group of thirty riders died under a hail of reinforced ballista fire.

The second tried to slip through a fracture fissure at dusk and ran straight into a prepared ambush by Vespera’s veterans. By nightfall, the fortress felt solid. Not safe, but solid.

Inside the ancient great hall, golden crystal braziers burned with steady light. Clan chiefs, vassal lords, and their strongest champions stood in a wide circle.

Aiden stepped into the center with Captain Vespera at his side. She still wore her blood-spattered plate from the ambush.

"This is the Ironseed Compact," Aiden said, voice carrying through the hall. "Blood and aura. Power and loyalty. You give me your strength. I give you mine."

He drew the ritual dagger and sliced his palm. Golden Womb energy flared out in visible waves.

One by one, the chosen representatives stepped forward and pressed their bleeding hands to his. The aura flooded them.

Gasps and grunts filled the hall as raw power surged through their bodies, strengthening muscles, sharpening senses, and binding them to him. When the last man stepped back, the room hummed with golden light.

The public part was done.

Aiden looked at Vespera, then at the two tall mountain clan sisters standing behind her—Tara and Mira. Mid-thirties, broad-shouldered, heavy-breasted, with thick muscular thighs built from years of climbing and fighting.

Their dark hair was braided tight and their eyes burned with fierce hunger.

"Come with me," he said.

The heavy door to the war chamber shut behind them. A large oak table dominated the center. Weapon racks lined one wall. A wide fur-covered bed sat against the other.

Vespera dropped to her knees first. She yanked Aiden’s pants down and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation, sucking hard and greedy. Wet sounds filled the room as she worked him deep, eyes locked upward.

Tara and Mira stripped each other beside her, hands rough on one another’s breasts, tongues sliding together in open-mouthed kisses.

Aiden grabbed Vespera’s hair and thrust into her throat a few times before pulling out. "On the table."

She bent over the thick oak, legs spread. Aiden shoved into her cunt in one hard stroke. Vespera moaned loud, hands gripping the edge of the table.

He fucked her deep and fast, hips slapping against her strong ass. Each thrust made her body shake.

"Fuck—yes—harder!" she growled.

Tara straddled the table in front of Vespera, legs spread wide. Vespera immediately buried her face in Tara’s pussy, licking hungrily while Aiden kept pounding her from behind.

Mira climbed onto the table and pushed her tits into Aiden’s face. He sucked on her thick nipples while driving into Vespera.

The Golden Womb aura made everything more intense. The women’s skin began to glow faintly gold. Their moans grew louder, more desperate.

Aiden pulled out of Vespera and sat on the edge of the table. Mira climbed on first, facing him. She sank down onto his cock with a long groan, her powerful thighs flexing as she rode him.

Tara straddled his face, grinding her wet pussy against his tongue. The sisters faced each other, kissing sloppily while they used him.

Vespera watched, fingering herself, until Aiden beckoned her over. She climbed on and took his fingers deep while the twins rode him.

Mira came first, thighs clamping around Aiden’s hips as she squirted down his cock, crying out. Tara followed seconds later, flooding his mouth. The aura kept pushing them higher.

They switched—Mira on his face, Tara bouncing on his cock. Vespera took turns riding him too, her strong body slamming down with raw need.

The room stank of sweat and sex. Moans and wet slapping sounds echoed off the stone walls.

Aiden finally stood, bent Vespera over the table again, and fucked her with long, brutal strokes.

Tara and Mira knelt on either side, licking where his cock stretched Vespera’s cunt and sucking on her swinging tits. Vespera screamed as she came hard, juices squirting down her thighs.

Aiden kept pounding through it until he buried himself deep and unloaded inside her. The twins licked up every drop that leaked out, kissing each other with cum-smeared lips.

All three women collapsed onto the furs, bodies glowing, eyes glassy with pleasure and new unbreakable loyalty.

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Later that night, after the sisters had drifted into exhausted sleep in the next room, Elizabeth slipped into Aiden’s chambers. She wore a dark silk robe.

Without speaking, she pushed him into a chair and climbed onto his lap, still dressed. She ground her bare pussy slowly against his spent cock, coating him with her wetness.

Her eyes burned with dark fire.

"I heard them screaming your name," she whispered against his mouth.

"Every last whore who spreads her legs for you will meet an unfortunate end during the crusade. Poisoned rations.

Friendly fire. A quiet knife in the dark. When they’re all gone, this cock will only ever fill me—your Empress, your only wife, every single night."

She kissed him hard, possessive, biting his lip before pulling back. Then she stood and left without another word.

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The sky-palace hovered directly above Dunhar the next day. Inside the opulent observation chamber, crystal windows showed the glowing fracture lines stretching north and the massive army forming below.

The command council was closed to outsiders. Elizabeth laid out supply lines and reinforcement schedules with cold precision. Nyra detailed infiltration routes through the fractured mountains.

Elara and Vespera proposed aggressive flanking maneuvers using the new Thorn artillery.

Aiden studied the reports on the anti-Pope’s ritual. The colossal fracture storm forming north of the border was nearly complete. That moment of completion would create their opening.

They picked the strike time.

After the maps were rolled away and the decisions locked in, the tension in the room shifted.

Aiden looked at Elara and Vespera. "Stay."

The door sealed. Stars and glowing fractures lit the chamber through the crystal panes.

"Undress each other," he ordered.

Elara and Vespera turned to one another. They stripped slowly, hands lingering on breasts and hips. When both were naked, Aiden sat on the wide cushioned bench. Elara climbed on first, reverse-cowgirl.

She sank down onto his cock with a deep moan, rolling her hips as she took him to the hilt. Vespera straddled his face, thick thighs clamping around his head as he licked her.

Elara rode him hard, ass bouncing, moaning loudly while the night sky stretched behind her. Vespera ground against his tongue, gasping. They switched positions twice.

Aiden fucked Vespera doggy-style while she buried her face between Elara’s legs. Then he pinned Elara beneath him in missionary, pounding deep while her legs wrapped around his waist.

The golden aura flared brighter. Their orgasms hit harder, longer. Elara squirted around his cock, body shaking violently. Vespera came with a guttural cry, thighs trembling. Sweat slicked their bodies, glowing gold under the starlight.

Aiden finished deep inside Vespera, thrusting through her final orgasm while Elara kissed him and licked where their bodies joined, tasting the mix of their juices.

The two captains lay tangled together on the cushions afterward, breathing hard, eyes full of devotion.

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The next morning, Elizabeth found Aiden alone reviewing the final battle plans. She locked the door, pushed him back into the chair, and straddled him.

She pulled her dress up, positioned his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion until he was buried inside her.

She rode him with slow, possessive rolls of her hips, eyes locked on his.

"I can still smell their cunts on you," she breathed against his ear. "Their days are numbered, my love. During the chaos of the first big battle I’ll make sure your other toys disappear forever.

Then every night, every morning, this perfect cock will be mine alone—buried inside your true Empress while we conquer the world."

Her pace quickened, growing desperate. Her inner walls clenched tight around him. She rode him harder, faster, until her body shuddered with a sharp orgasm.

Then she forced herself to stop, kissed him once more, and stood up, straightening her dress as if nothing had happened.

"Everything is ready," she said calmly. "The crusade begins at dawn."