Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 560 - 555: Pleasure

The northern silence still held the next day. No riders, no scouts, nothing on the horizon beyond the marker stones. Inside the temple the air had changed.

People moved differently in the upper corridors. Eyes lingered a fraction longer. Elizabeth and Selene passed each other in the halls with a new ease that the others noticed even if they could not name it.

Kaelara’s claim from the morning still lingered in the way Aiden’s shoulders sat and the faint marks on his throat that the high collar of his shirt only half-hid.

Elizabeth found him in the late afternoon.

She did not knock. She stepped into his private quarters, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment as if the wood were the only thing keeping her upright. Her hair was down. The usual neat braid was gone.

She looked at him the way she had looked at him the night before when Selene’s mouth had been on her, only now there was no one else in the room to share the weight.

"I need this," she said. "Just us."

Aiden set aside the report he had been reading. He did not ask what "this" meant. He already knew.

She crossed the space between them in three strides and kissed him hard, open-mouthed, tasting of the mint tea she favored. Her hands went straight to his belt.

She got it open, shoved his trousers down far enough to free his cock, and wrapped her fingers around him while her tongue pushed into his mouth. He was already half-hard from the simple fact of her being there. Under her palm he thickened fast.

Elizabeth broke the kiss only long enough to strip. Her tunic hit the floor, then the soft trousers, then the thin wrap she wore underneath. She stood naked in the middle of the room with the afternoon light cutting across her hips and the soft curve of her lower belly.

The marks from the night before were still visible—faint bruises on her inner thighs, a red line where someone’s teeth had scraped the side of her breast.

She climbed onto the bed and pulled him down with her.

"I keep thinking about it," she said while he settled between her legs. "Watching you fuck her. Feeling you inside me while she came on your fingers. I thought it would make this feel smaller. It didn’t."

Aiden pushed into her in one slow thrust. She was already wet, slick enough that he sank to the hilt without resistance. Her cunt clenched around him immediately, hot and tight, and the sound she made was loud enough that anyone in the corridor outside would have heard it. She did not care.

He stayed deep and rolled his hips in short, grinding strokes that kept the head of his cock pressed against the front wall of her. Elizabeth’s hands locked behind his neck. Her eyes stayed open and fixed on his.

"Deeper," she said. "I want to feel you where she felt you."

He gave her what she asked for. Longer strokes now, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in until their hips met with a wet slap.

Every time he bottomed out she exhaled a broken moan and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back, forcing him to stay buried.

"I came so hard when you made her say your name," she told him between thrusts. "And then you turned and fucked me like you were trying to erase her from your cock. I loved it. I hated how much I loved it. Keep going—don’t stop talking to me."

Aiden braced on one forearm and used the other hand to pin her wrists above her head. He fucked her harder, the bed frame creaking under them. "You were soaked the second I put my mouth on her. I felt it on my fingers. You came while I was still inside her."

Elizabeth’s back arched. A sharp cry tore out of her throat. Her cunt fluttered and then clamped down hard as the first orgasm hit. She kept her eyes open through it, staring at him while her body shook and wetness spilled around his cock. He did not slow down.

He rode her through it, grinding deep, and when the clenching eased he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her hips up.

He pushed back into her from behind in one thrust. The new angle let him go deeper. Elizabeth’s face pressed into the bedding and her moan came out muffled and raw. He reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed tight circles while he fucked her with long, heavy strokes.

"Tell me," he said.

"I wanted both of you," she gasped. "I wanted her tongue on me while you fucked me. I wanted to watch you come inside her and then take what was left. I still do. But right now I just need this—need you filling me until I can’t think about anything else."

He gave her that. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her filled the room. Her moans climbed higher, louder, unrestrained.

When the second orgasm took her she pushed back onto him hard, grinding her ass against his hips, and her voice cracked on his name. He kept thrusting through it until her arms gave out and she collapsed flat on the bed with him still buried inside her.

Aiden pulled out, rolled her onto her back again, and sank back in face-to-face. He moved slower now, deep and steady, watching her face. Elizabeth’s hands came up to cup his jaw. She kissed him through the next few strokes, messy and open, then pulled back just enough to speak against his mouth.

"I’m still wet from last night. From both of you. I can feel it every time you push in."

He felt it too—the extra slickness, the way her cunt stayed loose and eager even after two orgasms. He reached down between them and rubbed her clit again, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Elizabeth’s third climax built slower, heavier. When it hit she locked her legs around him and held him deep while her body pulsed and a fresh rush of wetness soaked his cock and the sheets beneath them.

She kept talking through it, broken sentences about how full she felt, how she could still picture Selene’s mouth on her while Aiden fucked her, how the private version of this felt even more necessary because of it.

He came inside her on the next thrust, grinding deep and spilling until it leaked out around his cock. Elizabeth made a soft, satisfied sound and kept her legs around him while the last pulses faded.

They stayed like that for a long time. He softened inside her but did not pull out. Her fingers traced the marks on his throat left by Kaelara that morning. His hand stroked slow circles over her hip. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. When Elizabeth finally did, her voice was quieter.

"The others know something shifted. I can see it in the way they look at us."

"Let them."

She nodded once against his shoulder. Outside the window the northern road stayed empty. The silence no longer felt like absence. It felt like something waiting.

---

Lira came to the sensor room after the evening bells.

Aiden was alone, reviewing the last of the day’s readings. The door sealed behind her with a soft click. She did not pretend she had come for the instruments.

She stood just inside the threshold, arms crossed under her breasts, and looked at him the way she looked at a new data set she intended to take apart.

"I heard you," she said. "Last night. This afternoon. The whole floor heard. I’m not asking for an invitation into whatever the three of you are doing. I just... I want to feel something that isn’t the waiting."

She crossed the room, stopped in front of him, and reached for the front of his trousers without further preamble. Her fingers were steady as she opened them and drew his cock out. She was already breathing faster.

"Talk to me while you do it," she said. "I want to hear what you’re thinking. What I feel like. Everything."

Aiden lifted her onto the edge of the console table, pushed her skirt up, and found her bare underneath. She was wet already, the folds slick when he dragged two fingers through them. Lira’s head tipped back and a low sound left her throat.

"You’re soaked," he told her. "Just from walking in here and deciding you were going to get fucked."

"Yes." Her voice was steady even as her hips pushed into his hand. "Keep going."

He dropped to his knees, spread her thighs, and put his mouth on her. Lira’s hands fisted in his hair immediately. He licked slow and thorough, flat tongue over her clit, then lower, pushing inside her and tasting how ready she was. She kept her eyes open and watched him.

"Tell me," she ordered, breathless.

"You taste clean. Sharp. Your clit is already swollen. Every time I suck on it your thighs shake." He demonstrated, sealing his lips around the small bud and drawing hard. Lira’s moan cracked in the middle. "You’re dripping onto the table. I can feel it running down to my wrist."

He worked two fingers into her while he spoke, curling them against the front wall. Lira’s hips jerked. She came the first time with almost no warning—short, sharp pulses that squeezed his fingers and a broken sound that turned into his name.

He kept licking through it until the tremors eased, then stood, lined himself up, and pushed into her in one long stroke.

Lira’s head dropped back against the wall of screens. "Fuck—yes. Talk."

"You’re tight," he said, pulling almost out and driving back in. "Hotter than I expected. Every time I bottom out your cunt grips me like it’s trying to keep me there." He set a steady rhythm, deep and deliberate. "I can feel how wet you got from just listening to me describe it."

She reached down between them and touched the place where his cock stretched her open. Her fingers came away shiny. "Keep talking."

He fucked her harder. The console table rocked under them. "Your walls are fluttering. You’re close again already. I can feel it." He rubbed her clit with his thumb in tight circles. "Come on my cock while I tell you how good you feel."

Lira’s second orgasm hit with a loud cry. Her legs locked around his hips and her cunt clamped down in rhythmic pulses that nearly pulled him over with her. He held still through it, buried deep, and when the grip loosened he pulled out, turned her around, and bent her over the table.

He pushed back into her from behind and started thrusting in earnest—long, hard strokes that made the wet sound of skin on skin fill the sensor room. Lira braced on her forearms and pushed back to meet every thrust.

"Tell me what you see," she demanded between moans.

"Your ass bouncing every time I slam into you. My cock disappearing inside you and coming out shiny. You’re dripping down your thighs. Your cunt is making these wet little sounds every time I pull out." He reached around and found her clit again.

"You’re going to come a third time just from me talking and fucking you like this."

She did. The climax rolled through her in waves, her voice breaking into wordless cries as her body shook and fresh wetness spilled around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, and when he came he buried himself to the hilt and filled her while she was still pulsing around him.

Lira stayed bent over the table for a long moment, breathing hard. When she finally straightened she turned, looked at the mess between her thighs, and gave a short, satisfied exhale.

"That helped," she said. "More than I expected."