Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 600: After the Seal

Selene bit down on Aiden’s shoulder hard enough to leave marks, trying to keep the sound in. It didn’t work. A broken moan still slipped out as he drove into her against the cold stone.

“Fuck—Aiden—”

He gripped her thighs tighter and thrust harder. The wet slap of his hips meeting hers was loud in the dark. Every stroke bottomed out, stretching her open, the heat of the fight still burning through both of them.

“You feel that?” he growled against her ear. “Been hard since the first one of those things went down. Watching you drive those rods in while I wanted to drag you behind the tower and fuck you raw.”

Selene’s laugh turned into a high, shaky moan. “Then do it. Don’t talk—just fuck me.”

He did. Hard, deep, relentless. Her back scraped the stone. Her shift was bunched around her waist.

One of his hands slid up under the fabric and pinched her nipple; the other stayed locked under her ass, holding her open for every thrust. The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the space between their harsh breathing.

“Ah—ah—gods—harder—”

“Louder,” he ordered. “The watch is on the far side. Let them hear how wet you got from killing.”

Selene moaned openly now, no longer trying to stay quiet. “Aiden—your cock—fuck—it’s so deep—don’t stop—”

He shifted the angle and drove up into her. She cried out, legs tightening around his waist. Her nails raked his back. He kept the pace brutal, chasing the edge the fight had left them both on.

“Come on my cock,” he said, voice rough. “I want to feel it. Right here against this wall.”

She came hard, body locking, a long broken moan torn out of her throat as her cunt clenched around him in tight pulses. Aiden fucked her straight through it, teeth gritted, until his own release slammed into him.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low growl, flooding her while the last wet slaps of their bodies echoed off the stone.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Selene’s forehead dropped against his. Her voice was hoarse.

“We’re not done with this place.”

“I know.” He eased out of her slowly. Cum slid down her thigh. He watched it for a second, then wiped it with two fingers and pushed them back inside her. She shivered and moaned softly at the oversensitive stretch.

“Tomorrow we push further east,” she said. “That crack wasn’t the only one. I could feel more of them under the ground.”

Aiden nodded, still catching his breath. “Then we find them before whatever’s on the other side pushes harder.”

They fixed their clothes as best they could and returned to the fire. The road-watch on duty said nothing, though one of them glanced at the fresh marks on Selene’s throat and looked away quickly.

Sleep came in short stretches. The night stayed quiet, but the ground beneath the Broken Mile still felt wrong—like something large was shifting far below.

—

Deeper into the Mile

Dawn came grey and cold. They broke camp without ceremony and rode east, following the dark glistening tracks that led away from the sealed crack.

The land grew stranger the further they went—ash-grey soil, twisted black pines, and more shallow depressions where smaller faults had opened and closed again.

Near midday they found the second active seam.

It was narrower than the first but longer, a jagged violet-edged wound running between two low ridges. Six of the scaled creatures prowled along it. Two more were dragging something that had once been human toward the glow.

Selene didn’t speak. She simply dismounted, pulled two binding rods, and started forward. Aiden was already moving with her.

The fight was uglier than the night before. The creatures had learned. They came in pairs, fast and low. Aiden met the first pair with raw force—catching one by the skull and crushing it, then turning to drive a knee into the second hard enough to snap its spine.

Power burned hot under his skin, pure incubus strength with no need for careful banking.

Selene drove the first rod home and spun to meet a third beast with a short blade and a burst of binding light that left it shrieking and half-paralyzed. Aiden finished it with a single heavy blow.

By the time the last creature went down, both of them were bleeding—shallow cuts, nothing fatal—and the seam was sealed. The violet light died. The grinding under the earth faded again.

The road-watch had held the perimeter and lost none. One of them looked at the bodies and muttered, “They’re getting bigger.”

Selene wiped blood from her cheek with the back of her hand. “And there will be more.”

They made a temporary camp in a shallow hollow half a mile further on, sheltered by a fallen watch-tower’s remaining wall. The four road-watch took the outer watch without needing orders. Aiden and Selene sat close, sharing water and dried meat while the adrenaline slowly drained out of them.

Selene’s eyes stayed on him. The heat from the fight hadn’t left her. Neither had the earlier fuck against the wall.

“You’re still hard,” she said quietly, glancing down.

Aiden didn’t deny it. “Killing those things does something to me. Watching you kill them does more.”

She set the water skin aside, stood, and pulled him up by the front of his shirt. “Then come here.”

They moved behind the broken wall, out of direct sight of the watch. Selene shoved him down onto a flat stretch of stone and straddled him, yanking her shift up and his trousers open in the same motion. She was already wet again—slick from earlier and from the fresh fight.

She sank down onto his cock in one smooth, greedy motion and moaned loud enough that the nearest road-watch probably heard.

“Fuck—yes—”

Aiden gripped her hips and thrust up hard to meet her. “That’s it. Ride it. Take what you need.”

Selene braced her hands on his chest and fucked herself on him in deep, rolling strokes, moaning every time he bottomed out. “You feel so fucking thick after a fight—ah—Aiden—don’t you dare hold back—”

He sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and drove into her from below with short, brutal thrusts. The wet slap of their bodies was filthy and open. Selene’s moans turned sharper, higher.

“Harder—fuck me harder—I want to feel it when I walk tomorrow—”

“You’ll feel it,” he promised, voice rough. He flipped them without pulling out, pinned her on her back against the stone, and pounded into her. Her legs locked around him. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

“Aiden—ah—ah—gods—your cock is wrecking me—”

“Good. Come on it. Let me feel that cunt squeeze.”

She came with a raw cry, body arching, pulsing hard around him. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural sound, filling her again.

They stayed like that for a long moment, bodies still joined, sweat cooling on their skin in the grey afternoon light. Selene’s breath came in short pants against his neck. Aiden’s hand stroked lazily along her side, thumb brushing the edge of a fresh cut on her ribs.

“You bleed easy for someone who just sealed two of those things,” he said.

She snorted. “You’re one to talk. Your knuckles look like you punched a rock.”

“I did. Twice.” He eased out of her. Cum leaked down between her thighs and onto the stone. Neither of them moved to clean it up right away. “Next time try not to get that close to their claws. Makes it harder to fuck you properly if you’re missing pieces.”

Selene pushed herself up on her elbows, looking down at where their bodies were still half tangled. “You’re still half hard.”

“Give me five minutes.”

“We don’t have five minutes. The watch will start wondering why we’re taking so long to ‘check the wall.'”

Aiden grinned, sharp and unrepentant. “Then they’ll wonder faster.” He leaned down and bit the side of her throat, right over the marks he’d left the night before. Selene hissed and shoved at his shoulder, but her legs stayed open.

“Later,” she said, though her voice had gone rough again. “We need to move before dark. There’s another depression further east. I felt it when the second seam closed.”

He sat back, watching her pull her shift down and straighten it as best she could. Cum had soaked through the fabric in a dark patch between her legs. She didn’t bother trying to hide it. Aiden tucked himself away and stood, offering her a hand up.

They walked back to the hollow together. The road-watch were already packing the horses. One of the younger ones—Jor, the one who had muttered about the creatures getting bigger—looked at Selene’s bare thighs and then very carefully at the sky.

“Ready to move?” Aiden asked the group.

The senior watch, a scarred woman named Mara, nodded once. “Tracks keep east. Ground’s soft. If there’s another seam, we’ll see the glow before sunset.”

They mounted and rode out. The land stayed the same—ash-grey dirt that muffled the horses’ hooves, black pines that leaned at wrong angles, the occasional shallow pit where the earth had cracked and healed over like a scab.

Selene rode close to Aiden, knees brushing his every few strides. The motion of the saddle rubbed the leftover wetness between her legs and she didn’t bother to hide the small shifts of her hips.

Halfway through the afternoon she leaned over.

“You’re staring.”

“You’re dripping on the saddle.”

“Your fault.”

“I’ll take it.” He reached across and set a hand high on her thigh, fingers sliding under the edge of her shift. She didn’t stop him. His thumb brushed the sticky mess on her skin and she sucked in a quiet breath.

“Keep riding like that and I’ll pull you off the horse,” he said low.

“Promise?”

Mara glanced back at them once. Whatever she saw made her face go carefully blank. She kicked her mount a little faster and the rest of the watch followed.

They found the third seam just as the light started to fade.

This one was wider than the second, a long violet tear running along the base of a low ridge. Four creatures stood near the glow, larger than the ones before, scales darker, claws longer. Two more crouched further back, almost hidden in the pines.

Selene was off her horse before it fully stopped. Binding rods already in her hands. Aiden dropped beside her, power rising hot under his skin again, the same sharp hunger that always came with the kill.

“Left side’s mine,” he said.

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”