Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 583 - 578: Soaked

The alcove stayed dim and quiet. Most of the column had already sunk into exhausted half-sleep. Residual lamps cast only a low amber glow across the bound thralls and the scattered gear.

Elizabeth’s trousers clung to her like a second skin, heavy and soaked. Every step she took produced a soft, wet sound. She no longer cared who might hear it.

Aiden guided her deeper into the rock shadow until the light barely reached them. His hands were already on her again—pushing the cloak aside, yanking the ruined trousers down past her hips. Cold air hit the thick mess coating her thighs and the swollen lips of her cunt. She shivered, not from the cold.

"Look at you," he muttered, voice rough with lust. "Still dripping. I can see it running down your legs. Fuck, Elizabeth..."

She reached for him, fingers clumsy with urgency, and freed his cock. It was already hard, hot, and slick at the tip. She stroked him once, smearing the wetness from her own body onto him.

"I want it again," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. I want to feel you leaking out of me the whole ride back."

"Jesus—" He spun her around, pressed her palms flat against the cold stone, and kicked her feet wider. The head of his cock dragged through the thick cream coating her entrance. "You’re so fucking messy. Still full of me and already begging for more."

He pushed in with one long, filthy thrust. The wet sound was loud in the quiet alcove. Elizabeth moaned, low and broken.

"Ahh—fuck—Aiden—"

"That’s it. Let me hear you." He set a deep, rolling rhythm, every stroke forcing more of their combined spend to spill around his cock and run down her thighs. "You feel that? How easy I slide in because you’re already dripping with me?"

"Yes—god, yes—harder—" Her voice cracked into a moan. "Fill me again. Please. I want it running down my legs when I sit in the saddle tomorrow."

He growled against her neck and gave her exactly that—harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small space. One hand reached around to rub her clit in tight, slick circles. The other covered her mouth when her moans started climbing.

"Mmph—ahh—"

"Come for me," he ordered against her ear. "Come on my cock while you’re this full. Let me feel that cunt milk me."

She shattered with a muffled cry, walls clamping down hard, fresh fluid gushing around him. He fucked her through it, relentless, until her legs shook and the only thing keeping her upright was his arm locked around her waist.

"One more," he panted. "I’m going to pump you so full you’ll feel it with every step. You’re going to ride tomorrow with my cum dripping out of you and know we both chose this."

"Yes—please—give it to me—ahh, Aiden—"

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her in thick, heavy pulses. She moaned through every spurt, pushing back to take it deeper.

When he finally pulled out, the rush of spend was immediate and obscene—thick white streams running down both thighs in continuous rivulets.

He gathered it with his fingers, pushed as much as he could back inside her, then smeared the rest over her clit and the puffy lips of her cunt.

"Keep it in," he said, voice thick. "I want you soaked for me."

Elizabeth turned in his arms, kissed him messy and deep, tasting herself on his tongue. "I will. I’ll keep every drop."

They stayed pressed together until their breathing slowed. The stone at her back was cold, but his body heat cut through it. Through the residual lock she felt the echo of his satisfaction, a low steady pulse that matched the throb still lingering between her legs.

She shifted her weight and felt more of him slip out, warm against the cooler air. He noticed and pressed two fingers back inside her, slow and deliberate, holding the mess in place a little longer.

"Don’t waste it," he murmured. "Not yet."

She nodded, forehead against his shoulder. When she finally pulled her trousers back up, the fabric was instantly ruined again, cold and sticky where it clung.

She walked back toward the low light with his cum still leaking down her legs, the residual lock between them warm, sated, and humming with shared lust. A few of the nearer thralls stirred at the sound of her steps, but none of the column looked up. Exhaustion had claimed most of them.

She found her bedroll, lay down on her side, and kept her thighs pressed together as if that could slow the slow, steady leak. Sleep came in fits. Every time she shifted she felt the wetness, and every time she felt it the lock pulsed once in answer from wherever Aiden had settled.

First light came gray and cold. The column formed for the return march with minimal talk. Horses were checked, thralls secured for transport, residual dampeners recharged. Elizabeth mounted carefully.

The moment she settled into the saddle a thick pulse of Aiden’s cum was forced out of her. It slid hot down her inner thigh and soaked further into the already-ruined seat of her trousers.

She bit back a soft moan.

Aiden swung up beside her. Through the lock he felt exactly what the motion had done to her. His voice was low, private, and filthy.

"Already leaking for me."

"Yes," she answered, breath hitching as the horse shifted. "It’s running down my leg. I can feel it."

"Good girl." His eyes were dark with heat. "I want you to feel it with every step. I want that cunt soft and open and full of me the entire way back."

The column moved out. The pace was steady but not punishing. Even so, every rise and fall of the saddle worked at the thick mess inside her. Elizabeth rode in a haze of wet heat and low-grade arousal. Occasionally a thicker trickle would escape and she would have to bite her lip to stay quiet.

The fabric between her legs grew heavier by the mile. She could feel the damp patch spreading, cooling against her skin where the air reached it, then warming again each time the saddle pressed up.

Through the lock Aiden’s awareness sat right there with her—alert, hungry, checking in every few minutes with a quiet mental nudge that made her clench without meaning to.

When the trail narrowed through a stretch of broken rock, Aiden dropped back until their knees brushed continuously.

"How full do you still feel?" he murmured.

"Very." Her voice was husky. "Every time the horse moves I can feel it shifting inside me. It’s dripping, Aiden. I think it’s going to soak through to the saddle."

"Fuck." He exhaled hard. "When we stop I’m going to pull those trousers down and look. I want to see my cum running out of you in daylight."

Her cunt clenched around nothing at the words. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out. She kept her eyes forward, face carefully blank for anyone watching, but the lock carried the full force of the sound straight to him. He answered with a low pulse of pure want that made her thighs tighten on the horse’s sides.

They rode another hour before Kaelara called a brief halt to water the horses and check the thralls’ bindings. The moment the column scattered into small groups, Aiden caught Elizabeth’s wrist and pulled her behind a high slab of rock out of direct sight.

He had her trousers open in seconds. The fabric peeled away from her skin with a wet sound. Fresh white cream was already smeared along her inner thighs and coating the lips of her cunt.

"Look at that," he groaned, dropping to one knee. "You’re fucking dripping." He dragged two fingers through the mess, pushed them inside her, and curled. Elizabeth moaned openly, hips rocking.

"Aiden—ahh—"

"You want my mouth or my cock?"

"Cock," she panted. "Please. Fuck me right here. Fill me again before we have to ride."

He stood, spun her to face the rock, and shoved into her in one brutal, perfect thrust. She was so slick and open that he bottomed out instantly. The wet sound was filthy.

"Ahh—yes—fuck—"

"Take it," he growled, setting a hard pace. "Take every inch while you’re already full of me. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love being this messy."

"I do—god, I do—harder, Aiden—please—" Her moans spilled freely now, low and broken. "You’re going to make me come again—ahh—don’t stop—"

He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, matching the snap of his hips. "Come on my cock. Squeeze me. Show me how much you want another load."

She came with a sharp cry, cunt pulsing hard, more fluid gushing around him. He fucked her through it, then drove deep and emptied into her with a guttural moan, grinding against her as he pumped her full again.

The rock under her palms was rough. She braced harder, legs shaking, feeling every pulse of him inside her and the fresh rush that followed when he finally eased back.

When he pulled out, the combined spend ran down her thighs in heavy streams. He watched it for a long moment, breathing hard, then pushed some of it back inside with his fingers.

"Leave it," he said. "I want you to feel me leaking out of you the rest of the way home."

Elizabeth pulled her trousers up on shaky legs. The fabric clung immediately, cold and wet. She looked at him, eyes dark with lust and something softer.

"When we get to the temple," she said, voice still husky, "you’re going to take me to that real bed and fuck me until I can’t remember what it feels like to be empty."

Aiden’s mouth curved, slow and hungry. "yes yes and yes."