Aiden's Challenge
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Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - It’s been over a year since the events of “Aiden Ascending” and no further attempts have been made to seize the ring from Aiden. They haven’t forgotten about it though and send a new minion to try once more. When his true father arrives to warn him, his world becomes far more complex. More powers are in play, and Aiden must protect those who love him while seeking a showdown.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Magic BDSM Spanking Harem Anal Sex Oral Sex
“ ... old enough to drink?”
At Aiden’s voice and quiet laughter, Leah gulped. The sound was lost in the dance club’s incessant beat. With that solid physique occupying the stool beside her, the energy radiating from him was constant. The incessant throbbing, along with a healthy dose of anxiety, made it ever more difficult to focus. After finding the man’s intense gray lasers in the mirror behind the bar, she struggled not to shudder.
In his hand, the bottle hovered over the glass before her. She smacked her lips, then tried to swallow, but with her throat both tight and dry, it took a few attempts.
“Um, excuse me?”
As she’d responded, her voice had been both far shakier and quieter than planned. Beneath even narrower brows, those lasers gained an intensity that made her insides quiver.
“I mean, come on?” Their scan flicked over her once more. “How old are you, Leah?”
“Hmm, I don’t really know.”
As she shook her head, memories tried to form, but most of them were shattered, no more than clumps of spinning granules lost in time and space. She’d been with Treacle ... forever.
Mother on dope. Dad ... gone. A young life of drinking and weed. There’d been a boring lake, a boring boy, an argument, plus a missing pickup truck amid storm-blasted mud. Within a raging whirlwind, icy rain battering her, a deal had been struck with a shrouded ... ghost? Next, only the tormenting, teasing creature’s wonderful ... embrace. At a soft glugging, she found amber fluid filling the glass.
“Hmm, looks like you can use it,” Aiden muttered.
After topping off his drink, he lowered the bottle. When he flashed her the tiniest of grins, something tried to claw free from deep within her, hoping for release, but darkness swiftly throttled it. Once the lasers moved off, finding his whiskey once more, nothing but the pulsing music fought through the thunder in her ears.
For the first time, she found herself adrift. Decades, perhaps more, of training, and no idea how to proceed came to light. As her hand lifted the cold glass, it trembled. Under Treacle’s guidance, she’d seduced many a powerful person, but he was...
“ ... different,” she whispered over the rim.
“Pardon?”
No way could he have heard over the throbbing dance beats, but she found his eyes watching her once more. Again, it wasn’t like Cam earlier that day, huffing as she bounced atop him, or any of the others before her latest ... conquest. Neither hunger, nor expectation of her attention, only a question.
No, not quite so simple. Within him, towering, icy steel guarded against any attempt to probe. He was bunkered, awaiting her next move. Which was? What might even be possible? Mind whirling, she only sipped, and his head dipped, giving her a slow nod.
At a hand settling on her thigh, she jolted. Okay, he wasn’t gonna wait. That had been a stupid assumption. She hadn’t made those in a long time, either. Breath racing, she met his gaze once more. Still no desire in his expression, and the strong fingers on her leg only gave her a gentle squeeze. He was gauging her.
“Yeah, I am.”
Much louder than could be formed by his lips, the words slammed deep into her. As her heartbeat staggered, the club started a slow spiral. How had he...
“Nope. Not reading you.” He chortled and the hand again pressed her trembling leg. “Cotton candy is all I get. That your preference?”
“Um, what?”
“Cotton candy. You seem more of a pretty-in-pink girl than this shiny, look-at-me type, competing with all the other sparkling fish in this little pond.” He laughed, nodding past her at the crowded dance floor. “Then again, it’s kinda effective.”
“E-Effective?”
“Gorgeous woman like you, Leah. Color me hooked.” He chuckled once more, and the hand rose. She wanted it back. “Although you’re not doing such a great job of reeling me in.”
“Hooked, um—”
“Lemme guess.” He took a healthy swig, draining the tumbler, and smacked his lips. Those lasers twinkled while giving her a swift—too swift—scan. “You’re supposed to seduce me. Invite me to your place. Gonna fuck me with that hard body until I tell you everything. Where the ring is. How to get at it. Afterwards, I’ll roll over, all googly-eyed at those pretty little tits, and let you and your boss steal it away.”
When her lips opened and closed, like the fish he was supposed to be, the man laughed. No longer lasers, those twinkling eyes harbored amusement. She gasped. She’d read that from him, about being a fish.
“Here’s the thing, sexy Leah.” He chortled, then filled his glass once more and took a quick drink. “You’ve got stiff competition.” After scanning several dancing women in the mirror, he glanced at a redhead, wearing next to nothing, behind the bar, watching them ... no, him. “Not only here. I came back from meeting three lovers whom I don’t get a chance to see very often.” He sighed. “Mainly because I’ve been an asshole.”
“Ass—”
“Wait, I’m not done.” His voice was both louder and slurred. “Bonus, just kicked, or tried to kick, three more beautiful women from my life. Two of them older than you, because they’re too damn young.”
“Too young?”
“Yeah.” He scanned her again; the faintest hunger had slipped into the gray lasers and shivers raced along her spine. “Too. Damn. Young. So, I could definitely use a good fuck. An angry fuck. One to clear a lot of the crap in my skull. You gonna do that for me? Wanna be my fuck buddy? Put that beautiful body to the test? Try every trick to drag the ring from me?” He chortled. “Really, Leah? Go away. Send your boss.”
Other than the thumping music, silence stretched as he returned to nurse the last of his whiskey. Yet, if anything, the hurt in his words had sharpened the energy still pulsing from him. Whatever hid behind the unmoving steel, it failed to restrain such force.
While staring at the man’s hunched form, she sipped, mulling her options and his reaction. Gentle swishes swirled the fiery booze over her tongue. It was a robust, full-flavored whiskey. He had excellent taste.
“Master,” she whispered, her pulse thundering. “She’s my master.”
“Who is?”
“Treacle.”
“Hmm, sweet name.” He chuckled, but didn’t turn to face her. “There’s a theme here.”
“I don’t know what to do, Aiden.”
Even as the words had formed in her brain and trickled over her shaking lips, Leah’s mind started to cower. In all her years, she’d never felt so ... vulnerable. So lost.
“So alone?”
At his voice, she found his eyes. They’d become warm, sloshing gray pools, inviting her in for a swim. She may stay as long as she wished, do laps, splash, play, laugh under the sun. When her head dipped, giving him a single slow nod, they swelled, flooding her soul, one she never realized could feel so achy.
“Sounds like you need to dare yourself,” he added, before taking a sip.
“Dare myself?”
“Mm-hmm.” He nodded. “A ... friend of mine, she thrives on challenges. Seems you do as well.”
“Challenges?”
He wasn’t wrong. She lived for such things. Or had until his lasers had poked deeper than Treacle’s black orbs.
“Your place nearby?” he asked.
“Uh, y-yes.”
“Great. Don’t wanna tempt you at my apartment. The ring’s there. We can, um, talk.” A chuckle left him as he slid from the barstool. “Or go with your plan and fuck. Maybe do both, fuck and talk.”
When his large hand stretched, waiting for her, she stared for a good long time. With those gray pools on her twinkling, he stayed silent. But both understood; she had no real choice. No sooner had her fingers found the soft warmth of his palm than he eased her from the seat. As her heart raced, he moved her under a massive arm.