Aiden's Challenge
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 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
After maybe the millionth peek to confirm Dan remained on the couch, still watching football, Kate again stared at the phone in her fist. Although only a few weeks since Aiden’s visit, it had ignited—re-ignited—the desires buried so long ago when he’d abandoned her.
Besides what they’d done in such a short time together, that final magical kiss and his wandering hands had haunted both her dreams and waking hours. At the front door, after Cindy had gone upstairs to do homework, there’d been such promise in his gaze.
Tight within his embrace, she had joined him, checking the stairs, fearful of her daughter’s return, and calculating the risk of one more hungry coupling. When, with need clawing past fear, her hand had moved, slender fingers tugging on his zipper, he’d gripped her wrist. Oh, but there’d been such desire in those gorgeous gray eyes.
As the rideshare had taken him away, no matter how hard she’d tried not to cry, a tear had escaped. More had followed, dripping from her trembling chin. That whole day with him had been unreal, leaving her with so many tumbling emotions.
First, she remained in love with her husband, plus had a daughter on the verge of adulthood. Yet, while watching Aiden talk with Cindy, discussing her future and listening with patience, something had stirred within her. One more fact bubbled to the surface. Since his departure, her daughter had grown much quieter; they’d uncovered a deeper bond.
The father of her child had become a man. Intense, a power flowed from him, along with a profound calmness. Safe in his firm grip and under that focused, controlling gaze, she’d reverted, becoming once more that lust-driven younger woman.
“And I loved every second of it,” she whispered, once more peeking from the small home office.
White socks on his feet, stretching over an armrest, Dan lay out of sight on the couch. Several bobbing heads blathered away on the TV. The game’s half-time show guaranteed he’d be napping. As her gaze shifted to the phone, she sank into the chair behind the desk.
“I need you,” she murmured, fingernails finding the screen.
After only a single ringtone, the call connected. Her heartbeat thundered, and the speech she had rehearsed fluttered away like the rush of startled birds in a forest. Instead, she huffed until...
“Hello ... Catherine.”
The name only he used, spoken in that deep, measured tone, flung heat across every patch of skin. When the room pulsed, she licked her lips but finally scrounged a few scattered syllables and cleared her throat.
“Um, hi, Aiden.”
That was it, the only phrase she could string together, and a silence stretched. Yet, as it continued, a strange throb wandered. Although she blinked and shook her head, the sensation remained. When her heartbeat matched the throbbing, she gasped, and the words tumbled free.
“I miss you. I shouldn’t ... Um, I realize you’ve ... That there are others. We talked about that, and I understand, Aiden. I really do. But it’s been so long, and I don’t deserve ... But you left so quickly. Look, you didn’t say anything, but I’ve been eating better, working out again, even jogging a little the other day. And I wanted to know ... Oh, Jesus, I’m so lost.”
“Who are you, Catherine?”
Once more, the measured, calm, yet powerful tone. That heat drove far deeper than her skin, then oozed wider as the response he expected to receive flashed into her skull. The one, born of her kinky need, that had lashed them together so many years ago and once more flared to life. The one he’d sworn to satisfy, if she behaved, which of course she hadn’t, being young and stupid, losing him for way too long. With a hitching breath, she moved the phone closer to her trembling lips.
“Y-Your, um, cock-slut.”
“Mm-hmm.” At his slow, heavy breath filling the receiver, she swallowed a whimper. “Is Dan there?”
Pulse racing, hammering in her skull, she leaned. The socks still dangled over the end of the couch.
“Yes, Aiden.”
“Good.”
The single word had her shaking even more. Already, realization arrived: he would ... play. Let her fulfill that secret role, the one he’d promised to satiate, keeping her loyal to his dearest friend, her loving husband.
“What are you wearing ... Catherine?”
As the tiny room spiraled, she gave herself a quick scan. No, she hadn’t expected Aiden to be so ... amenable. Okay, part of her had hoped. A large part.
“Um, just shorts and a T-shirt.”
“Bra?”
“No.” The part that had done the hoping chuckled.
“Good.”
“Would you like me to—”
“Yes.”
At the single word, she placed the phone on the desk, taking care to be quiet. A millisecond later, she tore at the top, ripping it from herself in a spray of hair. When chilly air met achy nipples, she swallowed a whimper. As they’d always done for him, desperate to draw the extra-special attention only he could impart, the twin spikes had stiffened so fast.
While shaking out her tresses, she laid the shirt on the desk. Her trembling fingers lifted the phone just in time for her to hear Aiden’s quiet chuckle. She bit deep into her lower lip as the nails of her other hand circled a rubbery stem. To touch it would unleash...
“Aiden, I ... What do you, uh, wish me...”
For a brief second there was a void, the throb gone, and her heart stumbled. But right as the hint of a strange hidden darkness started to surge from him, the pulse returned, much stronger, finding and encircling her, giving her the snuggliest of hugs.
“Oh ... Oh, um, wow,” she murmured. “What is that...”
“Me.”
“How?” Her mind whirled as the weird sensation ... caressed her. “I mean, before, way back when ... W-We had a connection, but...”
“Scared?”
“What? No, not of you.” Whatever it was, it felt damn nice, and her hair swayed as she shook her head. “Just please don’t—”
“Lose the shorts. And the panties.”
By then, overcome with need, she was teetering on the edge of madness, and the device thumped onto her folded shirt. With a gulp, she risked a peek, but the socks hadn’t moved. Pulse skyrocketing, she flung her hands to her hips. After a quick upward shove of her pelvis, lifting it from the chair, she drove both shorts and panties downward in a twisting bundle. Fingers shaking, she tugged it from her ankles and, after tossing the crumpled clothing onto the desk, snatched the phone to her ear.
“For the record, Catherine, I’m going to visit more often.” When another of those heavy sighs left him and that pulse stumbled, the hidden darkness still hovering at its edge, she chewed her lips. “It might be a little while, though. There’s some stuff I’ve got to handle.”
“Um, o-okay. Thank—”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
He chuckled, and the looming shadow forgotten, or at least ignored, his amusement flowed over her. Cheeks flaring with heat, she managed a shaky grin.
“What do you mean, Aiden?”
“I made a promise. And I intend to keep it. You’ve once again become what you were, correct?”
“Um-hmm,” she murmured as the fingers of her free hand wandered the valley between both shaking tits.