Aiden's Challenge
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
With the sun sinking into a purple and orange smear on the distant horizon, Aiden allowed a heavy sigh to escape. Still at the office, he shifted and the chair beneath him creaked. The faintest tickle wandered his nape, and he glanced across the city to find a distant residential tower. One of the newer buildings and very upscale, its glass twinkled in the last fading bands of russet sunlight.
“Hmm, pretty enough, I guess.”
Another exhale left him as he rose to his feet, retrieving the suit jacket from the rear of the chair. While slipping into it, he walked for the exit, but just as he reached for the light switch, his phone chirped. After checking the screen, his chest tightened.
“Anna, again,” he murmured before dumping the device back into his pocket and slapping the switch.
At least it wasn’t another call from Eva. When the ring flared, he lashed out, sending the thickened metal encrusted with those taunting runes, tumbling into the corner of its ... prison.
“Yeah, I know,” he growled, heading for the elevators. “Don’t have to keep reminding me.”
In the aftermath of the confrontation with Blaine Hornsby, the slender woman—yes, alright, far too young for him—had come into her own. Not just the wondrous sex, but also reveling in comfortable submission to him. Then there was her keen fascination with tormenting filthy Sophie. The sable-haired beauty was an analog of what Kim’s prescient visions had suggested; in all but name, becoming his second wife. Even Anna understood that, remaining careful not to overstep her own place at his side.
“Complicated as fuck,” he murmured.
While awaiting an elevator, his mind whipped, reviewing everything Larial had shared. Duh, of course, Gina and Kendra needed him. Sure, it had been a funeral, but he’d been a fool to depart so soon. When Tim’s lopsided, slightly judgy grin appeared, reflected in the golden panels of the parting doors, he nodded.
“Yeah, I get that,” he muttered to the ghost. “You’d have wanted me to stay.”
After stepping inside and mashing the lobby button, he leaned back against a wall, staring at nothing. His mind wandered once more to Eva. She remained with Madame Dumont. It had been his bright idea: accompany the boss to the acquisition talks, get a feel for the really high-powered stuff. Great for her career. Wonderful resume fodder. Despite her giving him one of those tilted-head looks, she hadn’t protested.
When the elevator thumped to a halt, his chest tightened. A growl built in his core as his mind pierced far into the darkened safe. At the sudden fluttering of orange flames around the ring’s rough exterior, he unleashed the low growl.
“Did you know?” he whispered just as the doors opened.
If the damned hunk of etched-metal could shrug, it would’ve done so. Yet its silence spoke volumes. Some things it would simply never divulge. In return...
“Fine, you piece of shit.”
With a louder growl, he cinched stronger walls into place, sealing off both it and him from anyone ... or anything. As he walked across the tile, still glossy under the reduced after-hours lighting, the phone sounded again. It chirped once more as he exchanged quiet goodbyes with a uniformed guard seated behind a tall curving desktop.
In the rear of the limo, another series of chirps serenaded him on the drive home. Focused on the future, he ignored all of them. His chest grew ever snugger, and his brows furrowed. What had Larial meant about Sophia? His “not” wife was alone with her. Was Eva in danger? Were they both? Was somebody or something forcing filthy Sophie’s return to her old ways? Would that mean Blaine by himself or...
“Fuck,” he murmured, hands clasping his head.
It was maddening. Whatever his ... father had hoped to accomplish, all the shadowed figure had really done was increase the confusion. Aiden had only just gotten ... Well, perhaps not comfortable with but, at least, reached a quasi-stable balance with the ring.
“And with them,” he whispered, then snorted. “My harem.”
That thought caused him to review the other words the demon—his father—had spewed. It was correct, their age-spread was worrying. His mind tossed a glare at the huddled relic, but it remained silent and motionless. Around it, flames guttered ever lower.
“Quasi-stable, my ass.”
“ ... okay, sir?”
At the voice, he looked through the gap above the blackened glass separating him from the driver. In the rearview, he caught the older man’s raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, just fine. Sorry.”
“No prob, sir. Would you like me to...” He nodded toward the tinted partition.
“Nah, leave it. We’re almost home, right?”
“Yessir.”
As the car trundled onwards, he stared at his hands, but his mind continued to whirl. Kim was gone, although she appeared every so often, always smiling since Eva’s appearance, traipsing into his life ... and heart. Was that also bullshit, courtesy of the ring? After rolling his lips, he glanced through the partition’s gap and found the mirror.
“You married?”
“Um, yes, sir.”
“How long?”
“Thirty-one years last month.”
“Lucky.” With a sigh, he inspected his empty hands once more before meeting the man’s narrowed eyes. “Children?”
“Yes, sir.” The driver grinned. “Two. Boy and a girl. Both with kids of their own.”
“That’s wonderful,” he replied, forcing a smile for the driver’s benefit even as ice gripped his chest.
Why the icy claws? The one person he hadn’t thought about, refused to, avoided, hated. The betrayer. Catherine Davis, wife of his best friend Dan, mother of his child, the cutest little girl in the whole goddamn universe. Well, not so little anymore. Teen already, in high school.
Just as a growl built deep in his core, the limo halted before his apartment building. After a quick wave to the driver, he walked up the front steps, greeted a dour-faced doorman, and stepped into the warm lobby.
For a brief second, his fingers sought the phone, ready to call Anna. Perhaps not for sex, but another night with her heartbeat against his might do wonders. A sigh shot from him and his head dropped. That’s right; she was gone, out of town for an entire week. Removed from the equation, just like Sophie and Eva.
“How fucking convenient,” he muttered.
Mind again glaring at the ring, he stepped into the waiting elevator.
Later, much later, after a silent dinner beside the windows while staring out at the night sky, he sat in the rooftop hot tub. Yes, he glanced across the tree-shrouded expanse at the pool’s dark, glittering water. No laughing, nervous Rory. No sexy, bikini-clad Anna sending his pulse to the moon.
Beside a bottle of halfway decent Scotch, an empty tumbler sat. Yet, despite the presence of the bottle, he’d made a promise to himself. Only a single drink. No maudlin drags on his soul, he couldn’t afford the luxury of self-pity anymore. He had responsibilities. That profound truth the conversation with Larial had reinforced. Thus, undulled by booze, his mind whirled into action; planning commenced.
“First,” he murmured. “Alright, coincidences don’t exist, so...”