Aiden's Challenge
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
While teasing apart her hair, Anna shoved through the front door of their apartment. Exhausted after a full day of client meetings, she dropped her purse and car keys amid a scattering of hairpins onto a table.
At the quiet clatter, Rory’s widening smile looked from the kitchen. Hand on a worn wooden spoon, her husband was stirring something delightful in a tall blue pot. Wispy tendrils of steam framed his pallid face.
“Hey, hon,” he called out.
“Hi, sweetie.” While moving towards the bedroom, both hands seeking the zipper at the rear of her dress, she sniffed. “Mmm, smells wonderful.”
“Stew.” He glanced at the pot. “Easy enough.”
“Be right back. Gonna change.”
“Okay.”
Just like that, both settled into a cozy evening. He epitomized comfiness. Above loose cotton house pants, a T-shirt managed to appear both too tight over a belly grown larger and yet hung from bony shoulders.
With a grin, she’d selected her usual ensemble. From her chest hung a loose pink crop, leaving a gap for chilly air to find her skin above matching tap shorts. They left most of her legs bare, and his furtive inspection caused her smile to widen.
Across from him at the dinner table, she recounted her day. A few decent sales and a couple of prospective overseas buyers. The world of high-end jewelry had taken a hit with the economic downturn but showed signs of picking up again. Likewise, Rory explained his latest office project. As usual, he provided far more detail than she could hope to comprehend, and her mind wandered.
Aiden had become a blank box, a profound emptiness. Oh, he’d tried hiding things from her before, but the link between them had grown so strong there’d always been hints. Not this time.
Since awakening earlier that morning to find him lying on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, nothing but that strange blankness. No, not simply a void; whatever he clutched was encircled with icy steel walls.
Yes, she’d teased him, hoping to get a grin if not a telltale forceful pulse of the cock in her gliding fist, proclaiming his desire for her. However, her effort had only produced a quiet grunt and his leaving the bed. At the apartment exit, one last admittedly desperate attempt, tugging open the robe and hopping to her toes. While pressing her naked curves to him, they’d kissed, and she’d driven her tongue deep, or tried to; it had found nothing but clenched teeth.
“Something has changed,” she whispered.
“Huh?”
At Rory’s query, she found his face amid the haze that had settled around the quiet dining room. After a quick shake of her head, she forced a smile and scanned their empty bowls.
“Um, you cooked,” she said. “I’ll wash up.”
“You sure? You look—”
“I’m sure.”
After flashing him a wider grin, she stood and gathered the dishes. His eyes tracked her moving to the kitchen, but as she washed at the sink, her hubby faded.
Instead, more memories appeared. All day, Aiden had remained in that iron box. Plus, there’d been no sign of the teasing, wispy tendrils from...
“The ring?” she murmured while rinsing their spoons.
Its absence grew more unsettling; her stomach fluttered. Even when Aiden became moody, its steady pulsations had always reminded her of their connection. Although she tried once more while finishing the tableware, not a peep echoed. At last, she sighed, peeling off pink rubber gloves. When a tall glass of twinkling Merlot appeared on the counter beside her, she looked over to find Rory’s grin.
“Thank you, babe,” she said, lifting the wine.
“Thought you could use it.” He smacked his lips and gave her a quick scan. “Um, see my texts?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
After dashing home from Aiden’s place, she’d had to race around getting dressed for the first morning meeting. Although moving just as fast, Rory had given her a long, penetrating stare as they’d kissed before dashing for work. So, no time to talk, not that there’d been any details to share.
“But, um, nothing happened,” she murmured over the rim of the glass.
At the sudden drop of his face and those pretty eyes dulling, she gulped. Her heart thumped. Yes, Aiden was beyond special, but Rory remained her husband, her first love. Things had come a long way since that magical night at the rooftop pool. With her pulse thumping a little louder, she lowered the wine to the counter and slid a hand into his waistband. At her fingers wrapping around his steely wand, his breathing hitched.
“Oh, my. Been thinking about me, huh?” she whispered before leaning to prod his ear with her tongue.
“Mm-hmm.”
As he nodded, her grip tightened at his pulsing root, and a shaky whimper escaped him. With a quiet giggle, she used her other hand to shove the slacks down his slender thighs. In the bright overhead lights, his dick glowed a deep red. When she gave it a slow, twisting stroke, he moaned and thrust into her fist. The heated rod drooled a slender trail over her gliding fingers.
“Bet you thought he was fucking me?” she murmured before licking along his shaking jaw.
“Y-Yes.”
“Oh, you naughty man. All night long, Aiden’s enormous cock”–she nipped his chin—”pounding my poor, soaking wet pussy.” Not just to tease him, but also from that image, she moaned into his ear. “You were imagining your slutty, desperate wife being used by that hunky stud?”
“Um-hmm.”
Even as he managed a trembling nod, her pulse spiked at the vision. Her soft whimper met his moaning as her tight fist raced. His head dropped backwards, and he panted to the ceiling. With his throat bared to her lips, she muffled her whimpering with hungry kisses and swirling licks along its taut, pulsing skin.
“Ah...” His voice was broken by a grunt, as his entire body shuddered. “Oh, babe. I’m gonna...”
At the initial pulsation, she slowed her hand, riding its surge until a loud slap announced the first jet’s impact on the kitchen tile. The scent of his seed flooded her nose. More wet, slapping sounds followed, chased by her fist, as she worked her lips upward.
“Love me?” she whispered before nipping at his lower lip.
“Oh, God, yes.” Wide-eyed, he nodded. “I—”
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