Aiden's Challenge
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
“Bye, daddy,” Leah murmured before giving her lips a languid lick.
On the threshold of her apartment, she clung naked to the open door. As she smiled at Cam, stepping into the hall in an even nicer suit than usual, his last load, a tickling rivulet, wandered down one leg.
Over the past few weeks, she’d adjusted, as always. What choice did she have? Though she jumped at any unexplained shadow, Treacle had yet to appear. Plus, other than the most tenuous wisp, as if he only wished to be aware of her existence, there’d been nothing from Aiden.
Thus, the more playful role, the one offering pleasant distractions, rose in precedence. She’d stocked the bar with Cam’s favorites, and even surprised him with a bottle of elegant, upscale cologne. Its musky, woodsy odor tickled her nostrils. Both from him, satiated despite the ever-present hunger in his eyes, and from her sweat-slick skin, over a good portion of which two hours of his energetic efforts had smeared the delightful fragrance.
All the while, during this event, plus the earlier ones, she’d learned much about him. With a giggle, she eased her leg away from the door, giving him a better view of his handiwork slithering downward. As he tracked its slow tumbling descent, his grin widened.
“Wow,” he murmured, a hand sliding over his crotch.
Nope, no bulge. He’d be incapable of getting hard again anytime soon. While his load kept on trickling, it wasn’t the final delivery from that softened tube. The now standard “goodbye” blowjob still flavored her mouth. With the cutest giggle she could muster, Leah gave him another slow, teasing lick of her lips, smearing them with the frothy cum kept to display for him.
“God, you’re so amazing, baby girl,” he said, scanning the curves glued to the cold door.
She nodded as his gaze lingered on the one visible buttock. He, too, had continued to learn; gone was the hesitation in his palms. Its curving flesh, matching that of her other, was marked by his red handprints and stung like crazy. With still nothing from the demon, he’d become quite the enthusiastic provider of punishment. Not that she couldn’t help wondering about the delicious pain Aiden’s much larger hands, propelled by so many taut muscles, might provide. Focus. Cam is here; Aiden is not.
“Not so bad yourself, daddy.”
While winking at him, she ran a finger around a well-chewed nipple. It and its neighbor both throbbed. He’d really gone to town, spurred on by her cries and the intense bucking of her little frame against his wobbling belly.
“You, um, didn’t mind that.” He gulped, watching the slow circling. “Doesn’t hurt too much?
“Nuh-uh.”
She shook her head. Of course, it hadn’t. In her world, pain and pleasure were two sides of a very slender coin. Dear Cam, appearing thinner—or she’d grown accustomed to his bulk—had risen to the challenge when her tit had shoved into his teeth.
With the echoes of his sloppy bites sending jolts through her, it happened again. Her mind flicked away, toward a distant tower. No, not the obsidian one amid the sweltering dry heat, but a closer one, wrapped in glass and steel. Aiden? Even while shivering, she thrust herself against the chilly door. Would he gnaw on her? Such large teeth. Oh, they’d impart such luscious pain. She restrained a groan.
“Uh, I really should...”
At Cam’s quiet voice, she found his eyes twinkling at her. The suppressed groan became a hiss, and her finger left the tiny tits he adored, though too small for Aiden. She kept her teeth from clenching. That aggravating man who sent nothing but wisps, thinner than the ones she pushed from her heated cheek.
Needy and enthralled, Cam, on the other hand, had once more stayed late. In a husky voice, he’d also mentioned owing her that weekend as she’d slurped on his empty balls. He held such potential. An entire weekend together? She may buy a whip for him to use, start him slow with a cute galley one. No Treacle, but he just might suffice.
At his quiet cough, she found him once more. After giving him a wider smile, she bit deep into her lower lip. The leg eased outward a little further as another dribble tumbled down its inner thigh.
“See you later, daddy,” she purred.
“Yeah, I better get going,” he muttered, gaze leaving the stream tickling her skin to watch the raindrops battering the windows.
“Um-hmm.”
Although she nodded, her body remained frozen. To shut the door meant leaving her alone. Cam’s eyes softened, and he smacked his lips. No, he didn’t have the ring’s mind-reading power, but...
“You know...” He gave her dark apartment a quick scan. An awkward, pregnant silence followed, but then his face dropped. “Nah, I better go.”
“Yep.”
After a heavy sigh, he turned, taking his satisfied, exhausted eyes from her, and trundled away along the corridor. A slow exhale left her as she eased the door closed with her body. For a good long time, she remained glued to the icy steel, letting the chill ease the torment in her well-chewed nipples, but at last she straightened.
“Fuck,” she murmured to the emptiness.
With heel clicks echoing in the darkened space, she snatched a towel from the couch. While wiping between her legs, she walked awkwardly to the kitchen.
Another long night awaited her, and after yanking a Blackberry Blast from the fridge, she tried not to gaze at the distant skyscraper already partially obscured by swirling rainfall. No, not the one holding Cam’s office. As much as she tried to avoid it, Aiden’s building dominated her view. With a grunt, she plopped onto a chair and popped the top of the can.
As the night darkened, the rain grew heavier, and the chill deepened. With exhaustion flooding her Cam-battered physique and Aiden-obsessed mind, she dozed, sipped, then napped some more. Finally, she stood on shaky legs and stumbled toward the shadowed bedroom. A grin spread across her face. The room reeked of sex ... her favorite smell.
One second, she was walking into the shadows, sniffing the nicer cologne purchased for Cam. The next, the world ended.
It was a rainy night, and Anna snuggled closer to Aiden under the sheets. Asleep, the man remained impressive, and, like so many times before, she inspected him. The handsome, strong-jawed face that had conquered her first. No, it had been the gaze of those gray eyes across the shadow-lined rooftop pool. Now they rested behind heavy lids and long eyelashes. With a sigh, she lowered her head to his muscular chest, enjoying the steady thunder of his heart as memories of the previous week returned.
Wide-eyed and jumping around like he’d won the lottery, Rory had been ecstatic. He was going to be a father. A pair of at-home tests had come out positive. The doctor’s visit had confirmed it, and also that they were expecting twins.
On the other hand, Aiden had been quiet as she told him. He’d been extra gentle with her. Too damn gentle. It had taken her nipping at his chin and begging for him to take her harder before he’d complied, working the magic that drove her to the very edge of sanity. Since then, he’d required less prodding, and things had almost returned to normal.
Almost.
Because, an ever-present tension hung in the air, and he refused to explain. Yet it was beyond clear he remained ... concerned.
“What can it—”
Her voice ended.
So did the world.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it. All of it, you fucking cunt.”
At Blaine’s growl, Hui Ying eased upwards to take more of his fat cock into her throat. Soon enough, his groaning replaced that annoying voice, and she settled into a slow rhythm. While a hand cupped his hefty balls, she dragged the other along the shaft beyond her gliding lips.
In the living room of one of his many spacious properties, this chalet nestled amid wooded German hills, he lay sprawled over a velvet divan far too small for his bulk. Along her naked spine, his hands wandered; they’d grip her skull when he drew close, so she had plenty of time to think.
That was all she could do—think. Since being dispatched to him with only the thinnest of direction from Treacle, she’d been unsure of her purpose. Aiden possessed the ring, not Blaine, and though powerful in his own right, the drunken man using her throat would never see its return. The visit of the Chinese delegation to Aiden’s office had hammered that fact home.
One other thing had become clear at the sight of the younger man’s visage. Although he’d recognized her, meeting her eyes whenever Blaine was distracted, nothing more came from him. Then again, she’d betrayed him, or almost had, and there she was back in the service of his ... competitor. Enemy? At least, there’d been no hate in his expression. Instead, only understanding and acceptance had met her furtive surveys.
Yet, that still left her with the most nagging question: what was she supposed to do?
As soon as she’d reappeared, as if awakened from a hazy dream to step back into a horrible nightmare, Blaine, face red and yelling, had been adamant. He didn’t trust her. However, while tugging apart his zipper, he’d had no problem ordering her to strip before mashing her to the floor with his massive bulk. Just like old times—the never-ending ones.
Alongside him, traveling the globe, she’d fallen into her usual role, using the lessons imparted under russet heat, doing what in her deepest heart she still craved. Or perhaps the endless time under Treacle’s control, while swinging from hard iron and with her body rubbing against rough stone in the hot, dusty sunlight, insisted she crave.
At least sex with Blaine was rough and fast, leaving her alone as he recovered. Often enough, he became distracted, focusing on anything but her.