Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 238: Cherished time together

Thorns of Desire

Flora’s body trembled against the carved dragon pillar, her legs locked around Aiden’s waist as he drove into her with deliberate, grinding thrusts.

"Aaahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!!"

The cool stone at her back contrasted sharply with the scorching heat where their bodies joined, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Aiden’s groan rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against her skin as he buried himself deeper, her tight walls clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, so tight...as always," he rasped, his hips rolling in a rhythm that teased her clit with every stroke, building her toward the edge.

But just as her breath hitched, her fingers digging into his shoulders, a distant clank of armor echoed through the courtyard. Guards.

Patrolling the perimeter. Flora’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic cutting through the haze of lust.

"Aiden... someone’s coming," she whispered urgently, her voice a breathless plea mixed with fear.

He didn’t stop. Instead, his lips curved into a wicked smile against her throat, his thrusts slowing to torturous drags that made her whimper.

"Then we’d better move," he murmured, voice laced with amusement. With a fluid motion, he pulled out of her, eliciting a soft cry of protest from her lips at the sudden emptiness.

He set her down gently but firmly, her legs wobbling as she tried to steady herself. Her gown, already rumpled and hiked up, fell partially back into place, but the evidence of their passion was clear—her skin flushed, lips swollen, and a telltale wetness trickling down her thigh.

Aiden adjusted his robes quickly, his arousal still straining against the fabric, but his eyes scanned the courtyard with predatory calm. The guards’ voices grew closer, casual banter about the day’s duties floating on the breeze.

"This way," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her toward the arched gateway that opened into the expansive gardens of the Dragon Palace.

They slipped through just as shadows of the patrol appeared at the far end of the courtyard.

The gardens were a labyrinth of opulence—manicured hedges forming intricate mazes, fountains bubbling with enchanted water that glowed faintly in the morning light, and ancient trees whose branches twisted like dragon tails overhead.

Flowers bloomed in riots of color, their scents heavy and intoxicating, mingling with the earthy undertone of soil and dew. But beneath the beauty lay danger:

servants dotted the paths, pruning roses and tending to herb beds, while guards made regular rounds along the outer walls.

Flora’s heart pounded, not just from the near-miss but from the unfinished ache between her legs. Aiden pulled her deeper into the greenery, his grip firm on her wrist.

"We can’t... not here, what if somebody... somebody sees us ..." she protested weakly, though her body betrayed her, leaning into him as they ducked behind a cluster of blooming jasmine vines.

"Oh, we can," Aiden replied, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. He backed her against the trunk of an ancient oak, its bark rough and unyielding, pressing into her skin through the thin silk of her gown.

The tree was massive, its gnarled roots snaking across the ground like veins, providing a semblance of cover from the main paths.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves above, dappling their bodies in golden spots, but the shadows were deep enough to hide—if they were quiet.

Aiden’s hands were on her again in an instant, sliding up her thighs to bunch her gown at her waist.

His fingers found her core, still slick and swollen from their earlier encounter, and he teased her entrance with feather-light strokes.

"Look at you," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "So ready, even with danger all around. You crave this, don’t you? The risk... the thrill..you never change. Do you?."

Flora bit her lip, nodding as a soft moan escaped her. "Yes... gods, Aiden, please." Her hands fumbled with his robes, freeing his cock once more—thick, veined, and pulsing with need. She stroked him firmly, feeling him twitch in her grasp, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He nipped at her earlobe, then captured her mouth in a searing kiss to silence her. As their tongues danced, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head along her folds in teasing circles.

The sound of footsteps crunching on gravel nearby made her freeze, but Aiden didn’t hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate push, he entered her, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully sheathed. The fullness was overwhelming, her body adjusting to him as if made for this alone.

"Aaahhhhhhhh!"

Flora’s back arched against the bark, the rough texture scraping her skin in a way that blurred pain and pleasure.

Aiden began to move—slow at first, each thrust measured to minimize noise, but deep enough to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"Shh, my lioness," he murmured, one hand clamping over her mouth as her breaths turned to muffled whimpers. His other hand gripped her thigh, lifting it higher to angle himself better, allowing him to grind against her clit with every roll of his hips.

The guards’ voices carried on the wind—"Clear on the east path?" "Aye, nothing but birds."—so close that Flora could see the glint of their armor through the leaves. The danger fueled her arousal, her inner walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper. Aiden’s eyes locked on hers, dark with possession.

"Feel that? Every thrust claiming you while they walk by, oblivious." He punctuated his words with a sharper thrust, and she jolted, her nails raking down his back.

To keep her quiet, he spanked her thigh lightly—once, twice—the slaps blending with the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Each one made her clench tighter, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. "Good girl," he praised, his voice rough. "Take it all."

"Yes yess...give it to mee. I will take it. I will take it all....oh how I missed this feeling. This fullness."

Her orgasm built like a storm, coiling tight in her core. Aiden sensed it, quickening his pace just enough to push her over.

When she came, it was silent but intense—her body shuddering, eyes rolling back as waves of ecstasy washed over her. He followed soon after, burying his face in her neck to muffle his own groan, spilling deep inside her with hot pulses that left her feeling marked, owned.

But they weren’t done. A servant’s voice called out nearby, directing another to fetch water from the fountain. Aiden pulled out slowly, a string of their combined fluids connecting them for a moment before breaking. "Not here," he decided, scanning for better cover. "Deeper in."

He led her, half-dragging her on wobbly legs, into the denser part of the garden. They crouched low, weaving through the hedges until they reached a thick cluster of bushes—thorny roses intertwined with wild vines, forming a natural alcove hidden from view.

The ground was soft with moss and fallen petals, the air heavy with the scent of earth and blooms.

Thorns tugged at their clothes as they pushed inside, adding sharp pricks that heightened the sensory overload.

Once concealed, Aiden wasted no time. He pushed Flora down onto all fours, the moss cushioning her knees as she braced herself on her hands.

Her gown rode up, exposing her ass and the glistening evidence of their passion. "Perfect," he growled, kneeling behind her. His hands roamed possessively—squeezing her cheeks, spreading them to admire the view. "Look at you, dripping for me. Begging without words."

Flora glanced over her shoulder, her golden eyes hazy with need. "Aiden... fuck me. Please.. don’t.. don’t tempt me and just...." Her voice was a whisper, but the desperation was raw.

He obliged, guiding his cock to her entrance and thrusting in with one powerful stroke. The angle allowed him to go deeper than before, bottoming out with a slap of skin on skin that echoed softly in their hidden space.

Flora buried her face in the moss to muffle her scream, the earthy taste filling her mouth as pleasure bordered on overwhelm.

Aiden gripped her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and set a primal rhythm—pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust made her breasts sway, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

He tangled one hand in her golden hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine, exposing her throat. "That’s it," he rasped. "Take every inch. Feel how you milk me..."

The bushes rustled around them, thorns scraping her arms and thighs, the tiny pains amplifying her arousal.

Footsteps approached again—a servant humming a tune as they passed nearby. Aiden slowed his thrusts to long, grinding rolls, teasing her relentlessly.

"Hear that? They’re so close. One loud moan, and we’re caught." His free hand slipped under her, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in firm circles.

Flora whimpered, hips bucking back against him. "I can’t... it’s too much." But she pushed harder, chasing the friction. He alternated his pace—slow and teasing to build the tension, then frantic and rough, pounding into her until the wet sounds of their joining filled the alcove.

Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!

As her second orgasm neared, Aiden leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, mouth at her ear. "Come for me, Flora. Let go." He pinched her clit lightly, and she shattered—body convulsing, walls spasming around him in rhythmic pulses.

The intensity drew out his own release; he thrust deep one last time, filling her again with a guttural groan.

They collapsed together in the bushes, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat. But Aiden’s hunger wasn’t sated. "Ohhh...We’re not finished," he said, helping her up.

Her legs shook, but she leaned on him as they snuck through the garden, dodging another patrol by pressing flat against a hedge. The thrill of evasion only stoked the fire between them.

Finally, they reached the side entrance to the palace proper—a discreet door leading to the family quarters. Aiden used his knight’s sigil, the glyph flaring faintly to unlock the wards without alarm.

They slipped inside, the cool marble halls a stark contrast to the wild garden. Flora led him to her chambers, her hand trembling in his.

The room was a sanctuary of luxury: a massive four-poster bed draped in crimson silks, enchanted candles flickering with soft, golden light that cast dancing shadows on the walls.

Mirrors lined one side, reflecting every angle, and a balcony overlooked the gardens they’d just escaped. Aiden locked the door behind them, the click echoing like a promise.

Now, with privacy secured, the restraint shattered. Aiden threw Flora onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

"Aiden...oh Aiden. "

He ripped the remnants of her gown away in one swift motion, exposing her fully—pale skin flushed pink, marked with faint scratches from thorns and red imprints from his hands. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples peaked and begging for attention.

He shed his own robes, standing before her in all his glory—muscles corded, scars and sigils glowing faintly with residual power.

His cock, still hard and glistening from their earlier unions, twitched at the sight of her spread out like an offering.

Aiden climbed onto the bed, caging her with his body. "Now, no holding back," he commanded, his voice a velvet rumble.

He started with her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone, then lower to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other, rolling it between his fingers until she arched off the bed with a cry.

"Gods, aaahhh...Aiden... yes!" Flora’s hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He lavished attention on her chest, alternating bites and licks that left her squirming.

Then, he moved lower, kissing a path down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, until he reached her core.

Spreading her thighs wide, he held them apart with strong hands, exposing her slick folds. "Look at this mess we made," he murmured, blowing cool air over her sensitive skin, making her shiver.

Then, his tongue delved in—lapping at her entrance, tasting their combined essence with a hungry groan. "So sweet... all mine."

Flora’s hips bucked, her moans filling the room unchecked. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that perfect spot.

The mirrors reflected the scene from every angle—her writhing form, his dark head between her legs, the erotic tableau multiplying the intensity.

She came hard on his tongue, screaming his name as her body convulsed, flooding his mouth with her release. Aiden drank her down, prolonging her pleasure with gentle licks until she was oversensitive and begging him to stop—or not.

Rising up, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass was in the air. The mirrors showed her face pressed into the pillows, eyes half-lidded with bliss.

He entered her from behind once more, the position allowing him to go impossibly deep. "Watch us," he ordered, nodding to the reflections. "See how you take me."

Flora obeyed, her gaze locking on the mirrors as he began to thrust—slow at first, then building to a punishing rhythm.

One hand wrapped around her throat gently, applying just enough pressure to heighten the sensation without harm, his incubus nature infusing the touch with a dark, tingling heat. The other hand rubbed her clit in time with his strokes.

"Ahhh...ahh..ahhh yeessss. Pound me. Pound me deep. "

The room filled with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping, wet slicks, her cries and his grunts.

"You’re mine, Flora," he growled. "Body, soul... all of it." As if to emphasize, a faint system glyph flickered in his vision:

[Covenant of Dominion — Bond Strengthening: Vassal Affinity +25%].

The power surged through him, making his thrusts more potent, her pleasure amplified.

They climaxed together in a shattering peak—Flora’s body milking him as he filled her one final time, collapsing in a tangle of limbs and silk.

In the afterglow, Aiden held her close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.

"Everything will be okay," he whispered, echoing his earlier promise. But in his mind, the pieces moved: House Dragon’s fractures, his growing influence, the evolution seed pulsing with new energy.

Flora nuzzled into his chest, sated and secure. "I love you," she murmured sleepily.

Aiden smiled, eyes distant. "I know."

But as they drifted, a soft knock echoed at the door. "Flora? It’s Luna. We need to talk."

The board shifted again.