Afternoon...
Clang!
Tang!
Ting!
Toooongg!!
Aiden, who was lying on the bed, eyes open, his hands at the back of his head, heard the clashes of swords but didn’t care much. His thoughts were elsewhere.
He knew the story, how it went, as his character was inevitably slain as the mid-boss. Maybe in the story, the hungry incubus had more to suffer than the story showed, as he was now.
Yes, he hungered for lust, but he cald it down—seducing won, plucking one after another, like the goddess-like beauty beside him.
Her golden hair cascaded down as her heavenly face slept in slumber. He could watch her face all day and still not be bored.
He seduced, manipulated, did what he could to survive, but as he rembered the night when he was at the edge of death, his ember forcefully lowered to his tortured depth. A ringing voice echoed.
Will I follow the whisper of the plot?
Was it truly inevitable that he would one day lose by sheer hunger and...
just die by that fucking MC’s hand?
Is it really fixed... fated?
Because why not? He lost control once. His system was forcefully controlled by soone nad Lilith. The ember he collected, debauched, emptied before his eyes. Who says she will not do it again?
He imagined himself sliced by the MC’s sword. His body jerked as he closed his eyes. His girl’s words were comforting. But...
"It’s not enough. Comfort won’t keep alive, and they don’t know what I know..." he whispered to himself, turning to sleeping Catherine, calming his heart, as he watcher her sleep.
He ca near and kissed her forehead. "...I need to get strong..." he whispered.
He had been avoiding that weakness of his for far too long. Yes, he was verbally the best there was, his courtier skills marking him favors after favors, leading him on this bed with the goddess-like beauty of Leonidus, Catherine herself.
Catherine, still half-asleep, her elegant naked body covered by white sheets, snuggled near Aiden, hugging him, taking in his sll and giving a warm smile.
And Aiden smiled as well, patting her hair.
"...It’s okay," she muttered, her eyes still closed. "...I will protect you, Aiden."
Aiden smiled further. She was pretending to sleep, or she had already woken up way before. He didn’t know.
"You were listening..." he voiced.
"...Always," she replied, gradually opening her dreamy blue eyes. Gazing at him in awe, she wanted to move further, but her back and waist were jamd and pumped until she was entirely immovable.
She wanted to ask if it was normal that his dick had grown even longer and girthier in one night.
And the way he pounded with that rod, with such fervent, fiery lust, like he would lose her if he didn’t fuck her enough. She had cumd three tis in the bathroom, three tis on the sofa, and maybe five tis on the bed.
He was wild. Very wild. But at so point, his thoughts also waned sowhere—like how they waned now, like he was seeing sothing that she didn’t know.
He wanted strength. She was ready to be his strength—her, this fief, her family at the north. She would give him whatever he asked. But his eyes... his eyes clung to sothing more.
"...Aiden, what is it that runs through your mind so much?" she asked.
Aiden knew what was bubbling in her brain so badly. As he also went back to the sheets, his hand roaming from her arm to her waist, pulling her closer, as she wanted, his ever-so-long dick pressing on her stomach, reaching all the way to her tits.
Already hard again, just by looking at her. Catherine breathed heavily as her hand went onto his tip, massaging it up and down.
"You are hard already...?" she asked.
"Cathe..." he voiced, again hunger panning in his chest. His ember fanning low, not lasting like it was due before.
He took his dick, swinging it down, as he slapped it on her cuchi. "Don’t you ever look at yourself and admire?" he asked.
Catherine turned red again, flushed, his complints reaching deeper than normal. As she felt his dick pushing on her nub. "Ummm... do you say that to all won?" she asked, as he penetrated her pussy again.
Aiden slowly pushed his dick inside her wet insides, which were already filled with his cum, gushing out as his dick took all the space again.
"Ahhhh...." She wailed, gazing at his hypnotizing golden eyes, her mouth opening in a gasp.
Aiden pushed and pushed until his whole dick was inside her. Fully... completely. His hands slowly went on her cheeks.
"No..." he voiced. "I only said that to you, because really, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever mated in my life..." he spoke truthfully, as he could never get enough. He would look at her, and her marvelous figure would drive him crazy. Every ti, every single ti. Which even surprised himself.
"Why, Cathe..." he voiced, as he moved his waist, pulling his dick.
"Ohhh... ohhhhhhhh..." she gasped, moaning again.
"Why do you attract so much..." he asked, again pushing it in slowly.
"Ummmm... nghhh..." she moaned, gripping his shoulder tight.
Aiden lifted her plump thigh, placing it on his waist, his back pushing more frequently.
"I... I... don’t know..." she moaned, trying to answer him. Her mind churning, words blooming in her mind. Was she that beautiful to him? Did he cherish her that much? That fucking her for the eleventh ti was not enough; he needed her so much that his dick got hard again and again and again.
But it felt good. Yes, his dick was the absolute best thing ever that had happened in her life. But his eyes... she saw him, and he saw her as he pounded her more and more.
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
The sound of their skin mashing echoed throughout the room. She didn’t know if the door was locked or unlocked, as her husband was still in the mansion, doing his job while here she was, getting ramd for the twelfth ti.
"Ahhhh... ahhh... umm... ngghh ♥️... sooo deeeep!" she moaned, biting her own lips in absolute pleasure.
But she didn’t care about it. Even if Augustus saw her, she would not stop. He would let Aiden pound her, even if he was looking, glaring, pouting. It felt that good. So much good that Stopping was a sin.
Aiden held her neck. Gripping it tight. "Shhh... ohhh." He groaned. "Cathe... Cathe... you are mine. You are forever mine... your body, your happiness, everything... you are only mine to keep, mine to fuck..." he voiced, laced a bit in obsession, plowing her more and more roughly.
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
"Ahhh... ahhhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahh," she moaned. "Yes... yess... I am only yours, yours Aiden. I’m only your woman... no one else."
And he was not the only one obsessed. Catherine already drowned deep in his heart-touching words, in his wonderful embrace, and in the lustful but obsessive gaze of his. She felt it, even among the many won he had. She felt like she held a special place.
A place of love, not just lust. She had thought he had only eyes for her body, but now, for so reason, he was not masking words, he was not hiding what he was feeling. He was just laying it bare.
Laying it bare for her to feel it all. Her heart couldn’t withstand the beating; she felt like she was in the sky. A young maiden in love. Her every wish asked for this mont to never end.
She kissed him, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, as his long, thick dick made a total ss inside her pussy.
’I love you♥️... I love you♥️... I love you♥️....’ she thought, as she felt his gracing tongue inside her, her lons bouncing up and down.
She thought she would never feel love as a high noble, ensnared with sches, wealth and power. But she found it, and it didn’t disappoint. She loved him. Maybe his words finally entered, his pounding finally did its magic.
’I love him sooooo much.’ she thought, as she was nearing the edge of her release. Feeling like her whole body would gush out.
Knock, knock!
"Lady Catherine... are you still there?" Augustus voiced. "Is Aiden also still there?
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