Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 584 - 579: More

The column moved again. Elizabeth’s trousers were a soaked ruin. Every stride of the horse forced another thick pulse of cum out of her. It ran hot down her inner thighs, soaked into the saddle leather, and made a soft, wet sound she could no longer hide.

She rode with her jaw tight, trying to keep her face blank, but the residual lock betrayed everything.

Aiden felt every clench, every fresh trickle, every tiny moan she swallowed. His voice stayed low and private, meant only for her.

"You’re making a fucking mess of that saddle," he murmured. "I can feel how wet you still are. My cum is pouring out of you with every step."

"I know—" Her breath hitched as the horse stepped down a small drop. A heavier gush slipped free. "Ahh... it’s running into my boot now."

"Good. I want you dripping the whole way. I want that cunt soft and open and marked so deep you feel me even when I’m not inside you."

She bit her lip hard, but a low, broken moan still escaped. Through the lock he sent a pulse of pure lust that made her walls flutter around nothing. Her hips shifted helplessly in the saddle.

They rode like that for another long stretch—her leaking, him watching, the filthy awareness between them growing heavier with every mile. The trail wound through low hills and scrub.

Dust rose from the column’s hooves. Kaelara’s voice carried occasionally from the front, ordering adjustments to the thrall lines. None of it mattered to Elizabeth.

All she felt was the constant, sticky slide of Aiden’s cum working its way out of her with every jolt of the horse. Her trousers clung cold and heavy. The saddle leather under her was slick. She could smell herself—salt and sex and him.

Aiden kept pace right beside her. His thigh brushed hers when the path narrowed. Each time it did, he leaned in closer.

"Still leaking," he said. "I can see the dark patch spreading on the leather. You’re going to leave a trail if this keeps up."

"I can’t stop it," she whispered. "It’s too much. You put too much in me."

"Not enough. Never enough." He sent another slow pulse through the lock, a deep, rolling heat that made her cunt clench hard around nothing. Fresh cum forced out in a thick rope that soaked straight through the fabric and dripped onto the stirrup.

"Feel that? That’s mine. That’s what you take when I decide you’re done talking and I just use you."

Her fingers tightened on the reins until the leather creaked. A soft, broken sound left her throat. She tried to keep her eyes forward, but the residual lock made it impossible to hide how close she already was again.

The friction of the saddle against her swollen clit was constant. Every step ground her open lips against the wet leather. She was soaked through to the skin.

When Kaelara finally called another short halt to adjust the thrall bindings and water the horses, Aiden didn’t wait. He caught Elizabeth’s arm the moment her boots hit the ground and pulled her behind a thick stand of rock and scrub, far enough that the wet sounds wouldn’t carry clearly.

He had her trousers ripped open and shoved down to her knees in seconds. The fabric peeled away with a filthy, sticky sound. Fresh white cream coated her inner thighs in thick streaks and clung to the swollen lips of her cunt.

"Fucking look at you," he growled, spinning her to face the rock. "Pouring my cum down your legs in broad daylight. You love this, don’t you?"

"Yes—" she gasped. "I love it. Please, Aiden, just fuck me—"

He freed his cock, already hard and leaking, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. The wet slap of his hips against her ass was loud and filthy. Elizabeth cried out, loud and unrestrained.

"Ahhh—fuck—yes!"

"That’s it. Louder." He set a hard, punishing rhythm, the wet smack of skin on skin echoing off the rock.

Every thrust forced more cum to squelch out around his cock and run down her thighs in heavy streams. "Listen to that cunt. So fucking wet and messy for me. Take it. Take every inch."

"Ahh—ahh—harder—please—fuck me harder—" Her moans spilled freely now, broken and desperate. "You’re so deep—I can feel you in my stomach—don’t stop—"

He reached around, found her clit, and rubbed it roughly in time with his thrusts. The wet slap of their bodies grew louder, filthier. "Come on my cock. Cream all over me while I’m filling you again. Let me feel that tight cunt milk every drop."

"Aiden—ahh—I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming—" She wailed as the orgasm ripped through her, walls clamping down hard, fresh fluid gushing around his shaft. He fucked her straight through it, hips slamming, the wet sounds obscene.

"One more," he snarled against her ear. "I’m going to pump you so full it’ll be running down your legs for the rest of the day. Moan for me while I do it."

"Yes—yes—fill me—ahh, fuck, fill me—"

He buried himself to the root and came with a guttural groan, flooding her in thick, heavy pulses. She moaned loudly through every spurt, pushing back to take it deeper, the wet slap of skin continuing as he ground against her.

When he finally pulled out, the rush of combined spend was immediate and massive—thick white rivers pouring down both thighs and dripping onto the dirt.

He shoved three fingers back into her, pushing the mess deeper, then smeared the rest all over her clit and the puffy, used lips of her cunt.

"Keep that in," he ordered, voice rough. "I want you soaked and open when we reach the temple. I want to fuck you the second we have a door between us and the rest of the world."

Elizabeth pulled her trousers up with shaking hands. The fabric clung instantly, cold and heavy with everything he had put in her. She looked at him, eyes glassy with lust.

"Then ride faster," she whispered. "Because I already need you again."

They remounted. The final stretch of the return march was pure torment. Elizabeth’s trousers were soaked through completely. Every movement of the horse forced more of Aiden’s cum to leak out of her in thick, warm pulses.

The wet sound of her saddle had become constant. She stopped trying to hide the soft, broken moans that slipped out whenever the trail grew rough.

Aiden stayed glued to her side, voice low and filthy the entire time.

"You’re dripping down the stirrup now," he murmured. "I can see it shining on your boot. Fuck, Elizabeth... that cunt is ruined for anyone else. It’s mine. Full of me. Leaking for me."

"Yes—" she gasped as another thick trickle escaped. "It’s yours. I’m so full I can barely sit. Ahh... every step pushes more out—"

"Good. I want you walking into the temple with my cum running down your legs. I want everyone who looks close enough to know exactly what I did to you on the road."

Her moan was louder this time, needy and shameless. Through the lock he felt how close she already was again, just from the words and the constant friction.

The residual bond kept feeding her the heat of his cock, the memory of how hard he had just fucked her against the rock, the heavy pulses still sitting deep inside her. Her thighs trembled. She shifted in the saddle and felt another long, sticky trail slide down her leg and into her boot.

The column kept moving. Dust. Hooves. The distant rattle of thrall chains. Elizabeth’s world narrowed to the wet heat between her legs and Aiden’s voice in her ear.

"When we get there I’m going to bend you over the first solid surface I find," he said. "I’m going to split you open again and fill you until it runs down your ankles.

Then I’m going to do it again. And again. You’re not getting clean tonight. You’re not getting empty. You’re going to sleep with my cum still leaking out of you."

"Yes," she breathed. "Do it. Please."

They reached the outer temple perimeter near dusk. The moment the column passed through the final ward and the horses were being led away, Aiden caught her wrist.

He didn’t wait for orders or explanations. He pulled her straight through the side corridors, past the residual monitoring stations, and into the first private chamber that had a locking door.

The second the latch clicked he had her slammed against it.

Trousers yanked down. Cloak shoved aside. He lifted one of her thighs high and thrust into her in one brutal, perfect stroke. The wet slap of his hips against her was loud and filthy in the closed room.

"Ahhh—fuck—Aiden—!"

"That’s right. Let them hear if they walk past." He fucked her hard against the door, the wet smack of skin on skin rapid and obscene. "This is what you wanted. A real door. A real bed later. But first I’m going to fuck this messy cunt until you scream."

"Yes—yes—harder—ahh, fuck, harder—" Her moans were loud now, completely unrestrained. "You’re so deep—I can feel every inch—don’t stop—please don’t stop—"

He hooked her other leg up so she was completely off the ground, pinned to the door by his cock and his body. The new angle let him drive even deeper. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room.

"Listen to that," he growled. "Listen how wet you are. My cum is pouring out of you every time I bottom out. You’re going to come all over me right now."

"Aiden—ahh—I’m so close—fuck, I’m going to come—"

"Then come. Squeeze this cock. Milk me while I fill you again."

She wailed as the orgasm crashed through her, cunt spasming hard, fresh fluid gushing down his shaft and dripping onto the floor. He fucked her straight through it, hips slamming, the wet sounds growing even filthier.

"One more," he snarled. "I’m going to empty everything I have into you. You’re going to take it and thank me."

"Yes—please—fill me—ahh, fuck, fill me up—"

He came with a loud, guttural groan, burying himself as deep as he could and pumping her full in heavy, endless pulses. She moaned through every spurt, arms locked around his neck, the residual lock blazing white-hot between them.

When he finally let her legs down, the rush of cum that followed was massive—thick white streams pouring down her thighs and pooling on the floor. He dropped to his knees, shoved three fingers back into her, and pushed the mess deeper while his tongue dragged over her swollen clit.

"Ahhh—Aiden—fuck—"

He stood, kissed her filthy and deep, and rested his forehead against hers.

"Bed," he said, voice rough. "Now. I’m not done. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, until the only thing you remember is how it feels to be this full of me."

Elizabeth’s eyes were dark, glazed, completely lost in lust and the deeper current of choice underneath it.

"Then take me there," she whispered. "And don’t stop until I beg."

He did.

He dragged her across the chamber to the low stone bed against the far wall. The mattress was rough-woven and practical. He shoved her down onto it face-first, yanked the rest of her clothes off, and kicked his own boots and trousers aside.

She was already pushing her ass up, cunt open and dripping, a thick white line of his cum still sliding down the inside of one thigh.

He mounted her from behind without another word. One hard thrust buried him to the root again. The wet sound was louder here, trapped in the small room. Elizabeth’s cry bounced off the stone walls.

"Fuck—yes—right there—"

He gripped her hips and drove into her in long, punishing strokes. Every time he bottomed out, more of the mess inside her forced out around his cock and ran down over her clit. The bed creaked under them. Her fingers clawed at the rough blanket.

"You’re still so fucking open," he said. "I can feel how soft you are. How used. This is what you look like after I ruin you on the road and then ruin you again the second we’re alone."

"Don’t stop," she gasped. "Keep going. Harder. I want to feel it tomorrow."

He gave her harder. The slap of his hips against her ass turned sharp and wet. He reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it in tight circles while he fucked her.

Her whole body shook. Another orgasm hit her fast and hard. She screamed into the mattress, cunt locking down around him in hard pulses.

He kept thrusting through it, forcing the climax longer, making her gush again until the sheets under her were soaked.

When she started to go limp he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her knees up to her chest. He drove back in at a deeper angle. Her eyes rolled. A broken moan tore out of her throat.

"Look at me," he ordered. "I want to watch you take it."

She looked. Her face was flushed, mouth open, eyes glassy. Every thrust made her breasts bounce. Thick white cream coated his cock and the base of her cunt. The wet sounds never stopped.

"I’m going to fill you again," he said. "And then I’m going to stay inside you while it settles. You’re not getting empty tonight. You’re sleeping with me still in you."

"Yes," she whispered. "Do it. Fill me. Keep me full."

He leaned down, braced himself on his forearms, and fucked her in short, deep strokes that never left her completely.

The residual lock burned between them, feeding every sensation back and forth. She came again under him, quieter this time, a long shaking release that made her walls flutter and squeeze.

He followed right after, burying himself as deep as he could and pumping her full in heavy, hot pulses. She moaned through every one, legs locked around his waist, holding him there.

He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside her while their breathing slowed. Cum leaked out around his cock in slow, thick trails that soaked the sheets further. He kissed her, slow and deep, tasting salt and sex.

"Still not done," he said against her mouth. "Give me a minute and I’m taking you again."

Elizabeth’s hands slid up his back. Her voice was rough.

"Then take me. I already told you. Don’t stop until I beg."