Aiden's Challenge
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Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
As Treacle moved through a long hallway, the planked flooring, though glossy, creaked with age. The mansion The Woman had chosen as her latest haunt was much older than the surrounding homes, not that there were many this far out in the middle of nowhere. The nearest city was miles away.
The creature’s sculpted brows tightened. By itself, residing amid such a wide space might’ve meant little, but it reflected on The Woman’s mindset, and any such clue could be gold.
At a sudden clutching in her heart, she hissed through clenched teeth. Before, she might’ve said the fear growing within her was impossible, but a fingernail traced the marks still fading on the skin of her throat. To say that’d been a shock would be one of the greatest understatements of all time.
“How had he...”
Her voice faded. So many pieces remained missing. Not to mention those she simply hadn’t the energy or focus to retrieve: Leah ... and Hui Ying, plus a few other scattered lost souls. If the entire scheme had been naught but a test, she should gather them, retrain them, use them...
“To what end?” she whispered.
Since losing control of the ring, that stupid little bitch tossing it from a fucking helicopter, its return had been her singular focus. Through time and space, she’d searched, both for it, which was relatively easy, and for those capable of retrieving the hand-crafted, flame-forged artifact. Much harder, the latter required malleability plus a certain disposition, a hardness that came from lives of pain and suffering. The agony of youth was her hunting ground. She snorted. It always had been, even before the ring.
The ring. Made by her, to her own specifications, designed to inject a little irregularity into a boring world. Yet, after all her efforts, they’d decided, subjecting her loveliest work to ... A snarl tore from her.
“Rules,” she muttered, halting before a massive pair of wooden doors.
Their tall panels, etched with fish dancing away from angry naked men thrusting tridents, were of polished dark wood, but it wasn’t their imposing stature that gave her pause. No, it was the gentle moaning and soft creaks beyond the sealed portal. Plus, a strange tension thickened, clinging to her as she reached for a shiny round metal doorknob, carved with delicate flourishes.
No, not strange, simply rare to experience. It had been a long time since she’d been called to task. Behind the doors, The Woman herself, second only to Him, awaited her arrival. The summons had been curt and to the point: “Now.”
After a slow exhale, she eased the door open to find an enormous room swathed in shadows. Heavy curtains of rich crimson velvet shrouded the walls, matching the color of crumpled thick covers draped over a massive bed. Its frame of dark glossy wood was engraved with a pattern of whorls, both pleasing and unsettling.
“Ah, Treacle. There you are.”
A melodious female voice, sprinkled with the upper-crust British accent She chose to affect, drew her attention to one of three naked figures atop the tall mattress. On her side, amid a pile of pillows and stroking the hair of a lithe blonde human, The Woman flashed the tiniest of grins.
With wavy thick, platinum tresses and a curvaceous figure hinting of both pure animal lust and unbounded power, She embodied the concept of absolute beauty. Yet, within her existed a just as powerful existential threat. Thus, dangerous, yet alluring, She also embodied the hungry hope of many and the mortal fear of far more.
“Mistress.”
Treacle bowed her head while stepping inside. As she halted, her gaze swept a third figure. Towering black muscles, broad powerful shoulders, and a strong-jawed handsome face marked the kneeling young man as somebody to watch. Not because he was a danger, but because him being so close to The Woman meant he was a favorite.
“Ah, this delightful monstrosity is Duke.” She nodded toward the muscled behemoth, then rolled her head. “I’d forgotten the poor thing’s name. Isn’t that awful?”
In response to her lips parting, the man eased a solid, gleaming pelvis forward until his impressive cock’s massive dark-purple bulb slipped into The Woman’s waiting mouth. It was but a mere slurp and left him shaking, but She was making a point. At a throaty groan, Treacle noticed the hand had moved from the human’s disheveled hair, and, as the blonde’s long thighs parted, spreading on the mattress, she knew where it now wandered.
“And this energetic young cunt is Erika.”
After smiling at the blonde, She took shiny fingers from between the widespread legs and slipped them into the woman’s mouth. As her toy suckled, The Woman chortled, but her gaze narrowed on Treacle.
“I do so enjoy obedient things.”
“Yes, mistress.” She again bowed her head.
“Come closer.”
As she moved towards the bed, the hand left Erika’s lips and shoved on her shoulder.
“Be a good little whore and take care of Treacle.” A quiet chuckle left her. “You’ll positively adore what she’s got for you.”
As the human rolled to her back, brilliant blue eyes traced Treacle’s figure, all of it. One didn’t wear clothing to meet The Woman. When the wandering gaze found the mast dangling between her legs, those vivid pools grew wide and confusion flashed through the blonde.
Along with the enticing feminine curves, despite the whisper from Aiden still lodged within her skull, she continued to sport quite the male appendage. The demon’s chosen form embodied both ethereal, lust-fueled allure and a veiled—or not so veiled—threat of domination.
No matter, Erika’s breathing hitched as she continued scanning the length of what awaited her. Pulse after pulse, it grew thicker and longer, and the woman’s shaky tongue wandered glossy red lips. Although the unfurling pale sleekness—a hint of bikini lines around a tight pelvis and full, globular breasts said she rarely wore a swimsuit—was partly responsible, the glimmer of an interesting history behind those pretty, blue eyes most intrigued the demon. Opportunities abounded. Always be on the lookout...
“Ah, yes. There it is.” The Woman’s voice and sharp laughter brought Treacle back to the reclining figure. “My filthy little pet found herself a new challenge.” A hand dragged glossy white nails over the blonde’s squirming curves before pushing into squelching flushed flesh between her lean, athletic legs. “Go on, do what you love.”
With a groan, the human, still on her spine, eased herself to the edge of the mattress, leaving The Woman’s glittering fingers on the crimson covers in her wake. After flashing those vivid sapphires up at the demon, she let her head dangle, blonde tresses swaying almost to the wooden floor.
As Treacle gripped her girthy root, lifting the weighty length, the blonde’s trembling lips opened and more of a glittery tongue made an appearance. Two steps and her bulb glided over its swirling velvet to pierce a warm, slippery mouth. Another pair of footfalls and the blonde, tongue washing as best it could around the sinking mass, writhed as her hands rose to grip Treacle’s waist.
“There, comfy?”
Although The Woman had spoken in a tone meant to be playful, it had Treacle on edge. The hand that could end her in a millisecond shifted to squeeze a slender shiny dribble from Duke’s rod. The thickness of the effluence and his grimace proclaimed She’d been tormenting him for some time, preparing, plotting, scheming for this summons. Nevertheless, the hungry sinking of the blonde’s reddened cheeks sent the most delightful pleasure through her, and she was who she was.
“Almost,” Treacle replied.
Another two steps buried most of her length within a bulging throat. When her massive balls pressed into the upturned face, the nails on Treacle’s skin dug deep, and she sighed. Whatever fate awaited her, one never passed up on the simpler pleasures.
“Now I am, mistress,” she murmured.
“Wonderful. Let’s chat, shall we?”
With a sigh, She dipped to lick at the glittery strand escaping Duke’s over-swollen mast, drawing it to her lips. After a swift slurping swallow, She chuckled and gestured at Erika’s writhing curves.
“Well, go ahead. Don’t be shy. It doesn’t suit you. Fuck the little cunt’s throat. It’s what she adores. She can’t choke to death here, so enjoy yourself.”
“Yes, mistress,” Treacle responded, before easing her hips back and forth.
Simple pleasures, indeed. The writhing pet’s nails clawed at her legs with each thrust.