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Aiden Ascending

Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud

Chapter 20

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - The sequel to “Aiden and the Ring” finds Aiden alone and distraught. Twelve years after the events of the first story, he’s suffered loss and betrayal. While trying to restart his life at a new job in a strange city, he’s struggling. And the ring continues to weigh on him. While he’s gained confidence in his own ability to wield it, it’s scared of something.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mind Control   Reluctant   Fiction   BDSM   Spanking   Harem  

As Aiden swam through the chilly waters of the unlit pool in Madame Dumont’s backyard, a lengthy sigh escaped him. At a loud moan, he glanced at her hot tub. Astride Sophie, Eva had the writhing woman’s head clasped in her small fingers as she held her mouth to Sophie’s. They’d been kissing for a while and the rising hunger within them was sending his pulse racing.

The dim starlight caught fresh crimson stripes crisscrossing the pale skin of Eva’s rippling back. As they skimmed Eva’s heaving ribs, Sophie’s clawed fingers shook ever quicker.

A hungry moan pulled from him as he made for the steps. Just as his foot found the lowest, an image burst into his mind. Another followed. And one more. With a groan, he slipped backwards into the pool as the ring hammered at his mind’s tight fist.

Once more, it bargained. Visions flooded him. Each one offering everything and everyone he’d ever desired. Riches beyond counting. Mansions. Yachts. No, super-yachts. Beautiful queens. Princesses. Gorgeous women. Handsome men. Models. Influencers. Any movie star he desired. Power. Endless control over all he craved.

“If only I leave now?” he murmured before sinking beneath the black surface. “You were the one who wanted me to take Sophie, ring. It’s as much your fault as mine. What did you think would happen?”

Under the continuous bombardment, an ache built in his skull, until, at last, he flung the ring away. After several careening bounces, it spun before rattling into the darkest corner of its tiny cage. As he sat cross-legged on the rough bottom of the pool, his body chilled. The heat of his mind also dissipated, but slower.

And his thoughts wandered back to earlier that evening.

In the shuddering X-frame. What Sophia had described.

“He knew things, Aiden,” she’d hissed through clenched teeth as his hands stroked her shaking ribs. “The future.”

“Anything else? Any visions? Like the ones you’re getting from me?”

“Non, my master. Mmm, fuck. Please take me. Do what they promise. Fuck me hard. Beat me, use me, master.” As she shook her head, the matted tresses dragged along her sweat-slick shoulder blades. “No, I swear it. If anything, he was a void.” With a moan, she focused on the clenching, hungry void within herself and shoved back into his hands. “Mmm, utter inky blackness. So strange.”

“Did he wear any unusual jewelry?” He licked his lips before adding in a lower voice. “Ever see, uh, flames?”

“Non. No flames. Um, jewelry? Mon Dieu. Mmm, m-master.” She groaned as Aiden’s fingers tightened, gripping her waist. “Please, master. Oh, mmm. Fuck me. Whip me. Or something, p-please.”

“Jewelry, whore? Did he have any?”

“A...” She gulped and nodded. “Oui, master. He wore a ring. Engraved. Strange runes. Heavy-looking.”

Right then, the ring had tried to lurch from his mind’s grip, but he’d smashed it, willing it into a tight ball of molten metal. Its music became cries, muffled by his ephemeral fist. Despite that struggle, when he’d caught Eva’s rising eyebrows, he’d nodded before standing back.

Any complaint from Sophie ended in a cry when the supple tails of the galley whip in Eva’s racing fingers slapped across her spine.

Although the bound woman’s body slammed into the rattling, padded metal frame, the wail she unleashed was pure pleasure. When her sweet scent engulfed him, his nose flared. At the lengthening, glossy sheen descending both her inner thighs, his grin widened.

“Well done, my Eva.”

After taking the whip from Eva’s shaking hand, he’d gazed deep into her eyes. They became white-rimmed saucers as his lips mashed into hers. Just as her tongue shot forward to meet his, her fists dropped to pump his aching mast. With a growling grunt, he thrust into her hands. As an answering moan left her, she’d pushed her soft, firm little body into him. The dull aching in his balls sharpened.

Filled with desperation, Eva’s dark eyes glimmered. So much like Kim’s, they had his heart thundering. As much as he was taunting Sophie for answers, he’d been teasing Eva as well. And his gaze had flicked to the diagonal stripes across Sophie’s still shaking spine.

In the darkness at the bottom of the pool, Aiden forced a smile at the memory, but his mind crushed the ring even harder. Walls cracked. In a staccato whirl, images again spattered from the collapsing metal. As he groaned, a flurry of bubbles raced to the surface. More followed as his mouth opened to speak, but there was no need for words.

You wanted me here. With Sophia Dumont. You’re not scared of my staying with her. No, you’re afraid of being discovered. Why? You’re mine now. Not Blaine’s.

No matter how hard he tried, Aiden could force no more from the crumpled metal. With a snarl that sent another slew of bubbles upwards, his mind flung the ring’s battered form into a dark corner. With one more growl, he kicked from the bottom and shot towards the surface.

No sooner had his head broken into the chilly night air than a high-pitched cry echoed across the dark patio. As she bounced atop Sophie, Eva’s wide-mouthed face was skyward. Only one of Sophie’s hands remained on her writhing back.

“Fuck, yes! Oh,” flew from Eva’s shaking, parted lips. “You nasty little whore. Oh. Oh, yes. Oh. Mmm, mm-hmm. Make me come, you filthy bitch.”

At her breathless words, he swallowed a chuckle. Another secret the ring hadn’t known. Madame Sophia Dumont, the reigning queen of the company—not only his toy, but Eva’s. As it reshaped, even the ring managed a low snort. At his quiet growl, it shuddered, but continued to reform.

“Allies?” he murmured, his gaze on the two entangled women while his mind tracked the ring’s first flickering flames. “Against Blaine?” When the ring shook, he clenched once more. “Or what else aren’t you telling me?”

Before he could continue, Aiden looked up as Eva, with Sophie under her arm, staggered towards the dark pool. Shiny and full, Sophie’s lips were pressed against Eva’s neck. With each wobbly step closer, moan after deepening moan left Eva. When she shifted, Aiden swallowed. Between Eva’s slender, muscled thighs, Sophie’s hand still pumped.

“She’s ... Oh, God. Oh. Oh, Aiden. This little whore needs to be fucked,” Eva shot out between hitching breaths. “For God’s sake. Oh, fuck. Mmm, I can’t take much more of ... Oh. Oh. Oh, f-fuck.” As Eva’s words transformed into another scream, she halted and flung her slim body into Sophie. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck...” Her voice became a sloppy, wet slurp as Sophie’s lips found her open mouth.

With his grin widening at the smaller woman’s frame, slapping loudly into Sophie, he rose from the pool. After so much time isolated in her chateau, Sophie was damned near insatiable.

As water sluiced from him while he stepped onto the chilly, dark concrete, his mind again returned to earlier that evening. And Sophie’s lithe, tanned figure vibrating in the X-frame’s rattling shiny black leather shackles.

After he’d taken the whip away, Eva’s hands had gripped his shaft so hard air had hissed from his clenched teeth. For a moment, he thought she’d press her lips to his. Instead, after he’d squeezed his eyes shut, her sleek body lowered. The tickling of her hair was followed by the warm heat of her mouth sliding over his pulsating tip.

When he’d groaned, Sophie had twisted to watch Eva’s head sliding back and forth before him. At his running the whip’s swirling tails over her back, Sophie’s widening dark eyes met his.

“Master—” Sophie’s shaky voice disappeared when he moved the leather end onto her lips.

“Mmm, you’ve got some serious competition, whore. She’s also ... Damn, very skilled.” Despite the hitching of his breath at the molten silk gliding along his rod, he forced a grin and slid his fingers through Eva’s soft hair. At her abrupt suction, he gulped. “Such talent. Mmm, exquisite. Her little tongue finds all the best spots. Hmm, very nice.”

When Eva shoved herself forward, taking him into her tight throat, the room spun around him. The hand on the whip shot forward to grip the crossbeam above Sophia’s head.

“Oh fuck. That’s tight. Jesus, Eva.” As he spoke, Aiden’s forceful breath sent wisps of hair across Sophie’s quivering cheek. “Oh, God. I’m gonna...”

“Glug, glug, glugh,” from Eva bobbing mouth resounded in time with the hammering of his speeding heartbeat.

With the kneeling woman’s lips moving ever faster, the frame shook under his grip. Waves of need pummeled him from Sophie as well as Eva. Even as every muscle in his body tightened, he twisted to plunge his open mouth against Sophie’s full, parted lips.

When he’d grunted and thrust, shoving his cock as deep into Eva’s throat as it could go, two things happened. First, he gripped her face tight to his pelvis as the initial lengthy spurt thrummed into her. But the second was an image. From Sophie—and the ring. As it cried out, whipping orange flames spiraled into a towering gyre, bending along the ceiling of its cage. In the center of his mouth, Sophie’s tongue froze, becoming a soft quivering spike.

The rest of the story flowed.

Blaine, with a bright red face and spittle at the corners of his mouth, was yelling at Sophie. Naked, she lay curled tight atop white sheets on an enormous round bed. Her clothes were strewn around an enormous bedroom. A hotel suite. Upscale. Foreign. The Mediterranean.

Still shouting, he leaned over the bed towards her, raising a hand. Its stubby fingers waggled. They were bare. He seemed somehow smaller. Less significant. Though Blaine’s angry voice was muted, Aiden gulped. The meaning was clear. The ring was missing. Around the room, he stomped, sweeping everything from furniture tops, until he halted to glare out beyond a small patio. Between flapping white translucent curtains, vivid blue waves, topped with foamy froth, pounded gleaming sun-bleached sands.

After a shoulder-dropping sigh, Blaine turned. A sliver of sunlight caught his dark eyes. Unlike the usual void, pure rage filled them. As he marched closer to the bed, his hand raised. It flew forwards.

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