Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 568 - 563: Claimed and Taken

The quiet did not last.

Elizabeth’s hand stayed on him, warm through the fabric, fingers curling in another slow stroke that made Aiden’s hips shift under her. She lifted her head from his chest. Dark eyes half-lidded, lips parted. The soft promise of later vanished the second she felt how hard he still was.

"Fuck the quiet," she whispered, voice already rough. "I need you inside me. Now."

She sat up and straddled his thighs. Her hands went straight to the fastenings of his trousers. The fabric gave with a sharp tug. His cock sprang free, thick and aching, the head already slick. Elizabeth’s breath hitched.

She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked from base to tip with a firm, greedy twist that dragged a low groan from his throat.

"Look at you," she said, eyes locked on the way he throbbed in her hand. "So fucking hard for me. I’ve been wet since the garden. Since you put your hand between my legs and made me come on your fingers like a desperate thing."

Aiden sat up. One arm banded around her waist. The other shoved the last of her shift off her body. Bare skin met bare skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples tight. He captured one in his mouth and sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her moan out loud.

"Ah—Aiden—"

She rose on her knees, guided the thick head of him to her entrance, and sank down in one long, wet slide. The stretch forced a broken cry from her throat. Her walls clenched around him, slick and hot, taking every inch until she was seated fully in his lap.

"Fuck—yes—" she gasped, forehead dropping to his. "So deep. You’re so fucking deep—"

Aiden’s hands gripped her hips hard. He thrust up into her, sharp and deep. The wet sound of their joining filled the small room.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Elizabeth met every upward thrust, riding him with growing urgency. Her tits bounced with the force. She braced her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips, grinding her clit against him on every downstroke.

"Harder," she demanded, voice rising. "Fuck me harder. Make me feel it tomorrow when we’re planning the north. Every time I sit down I want to remember how you split me open."

He answered by flipping them. Elizabeth’s back hit the couch cushions. Aiden hooked her knees over his arms, folded her nearly in half, and drove into her with long, punishing strokes. The couch creaked under them. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, sharper, echoing off the stone walls.

"Ah—ah—fuck—Aiden—yes—right there—"

Her moans climbed higher with every thrust. He angled his hips and she shattered, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her.

Her cunt clenched and fluttered around him, soaking his cock and the couch beneath them. He fucked her through it, relentless, until her cries turned into continuous, broken sobs of pleasure.

"Still so tight," he growled against her ear. "Still milking me. You want my cum? Take it."

He slammed deep one last time and came hard, flooding her in thick pulses. Elizabeth moaned at the heat of it, legs locking around him as if she could keep him buried forever.

They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and trembling. Aiden kissed her slow and deep while he was still inside her, tasting the salt on her lips.

"Mine," she whispered against his mouth. "For tonight. For as long as the quiet holds."

They did not stay on the couch.

Elizabeth pulled him toward the bed in the adjoining chamber, still dripping his cum down her thighs.

She pushed him onto his back and climbed over him again, hungry for more. This time she faced away, lowering herself onto his still-hard cock in a reverse ride that let him watch every filthy detail.

"Watch," she ordered, looking back over her shoulder. "Watch how your cum is already leaking out of me while I take you again."

Aiden’s hands spread her ass cheeks. He watched his thick shaft disappear into her pink, swollen cunt, the mix of their fluids making every stroke obscenely wet and loud.

Slap-slap-slap-slap—

Elizabeth bounced harder, deliberately. Her moans grew louder, less controlled.

"Fuck—yes—use me—fill me again—I want to feel you dripping out of me when I walk into that planning room tomorrow—"

He sat up behind her. One arm banded under her breasts. The other reached down to rub her clit in tight, fast circles while he thrust up into her. The new angle made her scream.

"Aiden—oh gods—I’m—I’m coming again—"

Her second orgasm hit harder. Her body locked, cunt spasming wildly around him. He kept fucking her through it, the wet sounds of their bodies turning filthy and rhythmic. The bedframe began to knock against the wall with every hard thrust.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

"Louder," he growled into her ear. "Let the whole fucking temple hear who you belong to tonight."

Elizabeth obeyed. Her moans turned into open, shameless cries. "Yes—fuck me—claim me—make me yours—Aiden—Aiden—harder—"

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripped her hips, and pounded into her from behind. The bed slammed against the wall in a steady, brutal rhythm. Her tits swung beneath her. She pushed back to meet every thrust, greedy for the depth.

"You’re so fucking wet," he snarled. "Dripping down your thighs. Taking my cock like you were made for it."

"I was," she gasped. "Made for this—made for you—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—"

He reached under her and pinched her clit. Elizabeth came a third time with a raw, broken scream, walls clamping down so hard he almost followed her over. He held back, fucking her through the aftershocks until she was shaking and incoherent.

Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and empty into her again, flooding her a second time with a deep, guttural groan. She collapsed forward onto the sheets, still pulsing around him, soft broken moans spilling from her lips every time another pulse of cum filled her.

Aiden stayed buried inside her, chest pressed to her back, one hand stroking slow circles over her sweat-damp stomach. He kissed the side of her neck, softer now.

"Still mine?" he murmured.

Elizabeth’s answer was a weak, satisfied laugh that turned into a moan when he shifted inside her.

"Still yours," she whispered. "And tomorrow when my legs are sore and your cum is still leaking out of me... I’ll remember exactly who put it there."

He pulled out slowly. A thick rush of their mixed fluids followed, spilling down her thighs and onto the sheets. Elizabeth made a low sound of protest at the empty feeling. Aiden rolled her onto her back and looked down at her.

Her legs were still spread, cunt swollen and shiny, cum leaking from her in slow, messy pulses. He pushed two fingers into her and felt how soft and open she was, how easily they slid in.

"Fuck," he said. "Look at this. Full of me and still trying to suck my fingers in."

Elizabeth’s hips twitched. "Don’t just look. Do something."

He did. He fucked her with his fingers while his thumb worked her clit, watching her face as she climbed again. She was oversensitive, twitching and gasping, but she didn’t pull away. She pushed into his hand.

"Another one," he ordered. "Give it to me."

She came with a sharp cry, body arching, more fluid spilling around his fingers. He kept working her through it until she was shaking and trying to close her legs. Only then did he stop.

Aiden wiped his hand on the sheets and crawled over her. His cock was hard again, heavy against her stomach. Elizabeth reached down and stroked him, spreading the slick mess from her own body along his length.

"Again," she said. "I want it again."

He didn’t make her wait. He pushed back into her in one long thrust. She was so wet and open that he bottomed out easily. Both of them groaned.

This time the pace was slower but no less deep. He rolled his hips, grinding against her clit on every stroke. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. The bed still rocked, but the rhythm was heavier, more deliberate. Every thrust forced a soft, punched-out sound from her throat.

"Feel that?" he asked against her mouth. "Every time I push in, more of my cum gets forced deeper. You’re going to be a mess for days."

"Good," she managed. "I want to feel it when I sit. When I walk. When I have to stand in front of the council and pretend I’m not still full of you."

He kissed her hard and fucked her harder. The wet sounds filled the room again—slick, filthy, continuous. Her nails dug into his back. Her heels pressed into his ass, urging him deeper.

When she came the fourth time it was quieter, almost a sob, her whole body locking tight around him. Aiden followed a few strokes later, burying himself as deep as he could and flooding her a third time. He stayed there, pulsing, while she trembled underneath him.

They didn’t speak for a while. Just breathed. His weight settled on her, and she took it. One of her hands stroked up and down his spine. Eventually he shifted enough to look at her face.

Elizabeth’s eyes were half-closed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. She looked thoroughly used and completely unapologetic about it.

"We’re not done," she said.

"No," he agreed.

He pulled out again. More cum spilled. Elizabeth reached down, scooped some of it with her fingers, and pushed it back inside herself. Aiden watched, cock twitching.

"On your back," she said. "I want to ride you until I can’t move."

He lay down. She climbed on, guided him back into her, and started moving. Slow at first, then harder. Her hands braced on his chest. Her tits bounced with every drop of her hips. Aiden held her waist and thrust up to meet her, watching the way her body took him over and over.

The room filled with the sound of skin and wetness and the steady creak of the bed. Elizabeth’s voice rose and fell—moans, curses, his name. She came again, grinding down hard, and kept going through the aftershocks. Aiden’s hands moved to her ass, spreading her so he could watch himself disappear into her on every stroke.

When she started to slow from exhaustion he sat up, wrapped an arm around her, and fucked her from below until he came again, filling her a fourth time. She collapsed against his chest, still twitching around him.

They stayed like that until his cock softened enough to slip free. Cum and her own fluids soaked the sheets between them. Elizabeth made a soft, contented sound and didn’t move.

Aiden’s hand stroked her back, slow and steady. Outside the window the night was quiet again, but neither of them trusted it to last. Tomorrow they would plan the north.

Tomorrow she would sit in meetings with his cum still leaking out of her. Tonight, though, she was his, and he was not finished claiming her.

He rolled her onto her side, lifted one of her legs, and pushed back into her from behind. She was so full and so soft that the slide was easy. Elizabeth moaned, half-asleep and still greedy for it.

"One more," he murmured against her neck. "Then you can rest."

She pushed back against him in answer.

He fucked her slowly this time, deep and steady, one hand reaching around to rub her clit in lazy circles. She came with a quiet, broken sound, body shuddering. Aiden followed soon after, grinding deep as he emptied into her again.

When he finally pulled out for the last time, Elizabeth was limp and thoroughly marked. Cum leaked from her in a steady trickle. Her thighs were shiny with it. Her voice was hoarse from moaning.

Aiden pulled the blanket over them both and settled behind her, one arm heavy across her waist. His cock rested against the mess between her legs, still half-hard.

"Mine," he said quietly.

Elizabeth’s hand found his and laced their fingers together.

"Yours," she answered. "Until the quiet breaks. And after that too."