Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 551 - 546: Service Heat

The northern observer request had been logged that morning and then set aside. No one mentioned it again.

The temple ran on ordinary schedules. Aiden spent the afternoon on routine work—checking wards, signing off on supply tallies, walking the lower corridors while the residual monitors stayed flat.

By evening the halls had quieted. He returned to his quarters, washed the day’s dust from his hands, and left the door unlatched out of habit.

Lira arrived without knocking. She stepped inside, closed the door, and stood for a moment looking at him.

Her usual precise posture was still there, but the set of her mouth was different. Hungrier. She crossed the room, stopped in front of him, and said, "I don’t want to think tonight. I want you to use me."

He studied her face. "You sure?"

"Yes." Her voice stayed even, but her eyes were already dark. "Tell me what to do."

He pointed to the floor. "Knees."

She sank down without hesitation. He opened his trousers and freed his cock. It was already half-hard. She looked up once, waiting. He rested a hand on the back of her head.

"Mouth open. Take it."

She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head. Warm, wet heat closed over him. He guided her deeper, slow at first, feeling her throat work as she adjusted. She made a soft sound around him—half moan, half acceptance—and he felt the vibration travel straight up his shaft.

"Deeper," he said. "Good girl. Keep going."

She pushed forward until her nose brushed his stomach. Her eyes watered a little, but she held it, throat squeezing. When he eased her back she gasped for air, spit connecting her lips to his cock, then she went down again without being told.

He set a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth in short thrusts while she stayed still and took it. Every time he bottomed out she moaned around him, the sound muffled and needy.

"That’s it. Take it all. You’re doing so well."

He kept her there for a long time—long enough that her jaw must have started to ache, long enough that saliva ran down her chin and onto her chest. He pulled out only to let her breathe, then pushed back in, using her mouth like it belonged to him.

When he finally gripped her hair tighter and thrust harder, she didn’t pull away. She just opened wider and took the face-fucking, eyes half-lidded, moaning every time the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

He came close once and stopped. Pulled free. "Bed. On your back. Legs open."

She scrambled up and stripped without being asked—robe, underthings, everything. She lay down, knees bent, watching him. He stripped the rest of the way and climbed between her thighs. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt. She cried out, loud and open, head tipping back.

"Fuck—yes—"

He fucked her in long, deep strokes, hands braced on either side of her head. Every thrust drew another moan from her. He told her to keep her eyes on him.

She did. When he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, she pushed back to meet him. He drove into her from behind, one hand on her lower back, the other reaching under to rub her clit in tight circles.

"Take it," he said. "You’re so fucking wet for this."

She came hard, body locking, voice breaking into a long, broken moan. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, then rolled them so she was on top.

She rode him hard, hands on his chest, hips rolling, still moaning with every drop of her weight. He let her set the pace for a while, then gripped her hips and thrust up into her, forcing her down onto every stroke.

"Good girl. Keep taking it."

She came again, shuddering, before he finally flipped her onto her side, hooked one of her legs over his arm, and drove into her until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling her while she clenched around him and whimpered.

Afterward she stayed curled against his chest, still breathing hard, one hand resting on his stomach like she needed the contact. He stroked her hair once. She didn’t speak for a long time. When she finally did, her voice was quieter than usual.

"Thank you."

He kissed the top of her head. Outside the residual monitors remained flat. Ordinary schedules held.

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The next evening the status report was delayed. Selene and Elizabeth ended up in the same upper sitting room by chance, both waiting for the same update. The fire was low. The windows showed only darkness and the faint reflection of the room.

For a while they spoke of nothing important. Then the silence stretched, and Selene looked at Elizabeth directly.

"We’re both sleeping with him."

Elizabeth didn’t pretend surprise. "Yes."

"It doesn’t bother you?"

"It bothers me less than I expected." Elizabeth’s voice stayed level. "I want him. You want him. He’s not choosing one of us over the other. He’s taking both."

Selene’s mouth curved slightly. "And we’re letting him."

"For now."

The door opened. Aiden stepped in, saw them both, and paused. The air in the room was already thick. Neither woman looked away.

He closed the door. "Report still late?"

"Yes," Selene said. "Come here."

He walked over. Selene stood first, caught the front of his shirt, and kissed him—deep, deliberate. Elizabeth rose a moment later. When Selene broke the kiss, Elizabeth took her place, her mouth slower, more thorough. Aiden’s hands settled on both of them, one at Selene’s waist, the other at the small of Elizabeth’s back.

Selene’s fingers worked his belt open. Elizabeth helped. They freed his cock together. Selene wrapped her hand around the base and stroked once, slow.

Elizabeth leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside, then took the head into her mouth. Selene watched, still stroking the shaft, and said, "She’s watching you take me—does that make you harder?"

Elizabeth hummed around him. Aiden’s hand settled in her hair. Selene leaned in and kissed the side of his neck while Elizabeth sucked him deeper, slow and wet.

After a minute they switched without speaking. Selene took him into her mouth while Elizabeth stroked what she couldn’t take, her other hand sliding under his shirt to drag nails lightly down his stomach.

They kept him like that for a long time—taking turns, sometimes both mouths on him at once, one on the head, one on the shaft, hands everywhere. Moans filled the quiet room. Selene’s were lower, rougher. Elizabeth’s were softer but continuous, every time she took him deep.

Aiden’s breathing grew uneven. He told them both how good they felt, how wet their mouths were, how he could feel them watching each other.

When he finally pulled Elizabeth up and turned her toward the low couch, Selene stayed close. Elizabeth went down on her back. Aiden pushed her skirts up, freed her from underthings, and sank into her in one smooth thrust.

She gasped, loud, legs wrapping around him. Selene knelt beside the couch, one hand sliding between her own legs, the other reaching down to rub Elizabeth’s clit in tight circles while Aiden fucked her.

"Look at her," Selene said, voice rough. "She’s taking every inch while I watch. Does it feel better knowing I’m right here?"

Elizabeth moaned in answer, eyes half-closed, hips lifting to meet every thrust. Selene leaned down and kissed her—open-mouthed, messy—while Aiden kept driving into her. The wet sound of it filled the room.

Elizabeth came first, body tightening hard around him, voice breaking into a long cry against Selene’s mouth. Aiden didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out, still hard, and turned to Selene.

She was already on her knees on the floor, skirts hiked, waiting. He took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other braced on her hip.

Elizabeth stayed on the couch, watching, one hand between her own legs again, fingers working slowly. Every time Aiden bottomed out in Selene, Elizabeth’s eyes stayed locked on the place where they joined.

Selene pushed back hard, moaning with every stroke. "Fuck—yes—use me while she watches—"

He did. Long, deep thrusts that made her voice crack. Elizabeth crawled closer, reached under, and rubbed Selene’s clit the same way Selene had done for her. The dual sensation pushed Selene over the edge fast.

She came hard, shaking, voice muffled against the floor. Aiden kept going until he was close, then pulled out and finished across Selene’s lower back, the last pulses spilling while both women watched.

They stayed like that for a while afterward—Aiden sitting on the edge of the couch, Selene leaning against his leg, Elizabeth on his other side. No one spoke. The complexity sat in the room with them, heavy and unresolved. Neither woman moved away.

The delayed status report finally arrived a short time later. Completely routine. Outside the temple, nothing had changed.