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Aiden's Challenge

Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud

Chapter 7

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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  

In the darkness, the ring shivered, shaken to its very core. The sudden pressure when the girl had appeared left it reeling. Yet Aiden had offered her no reaction, his walls slapping into place even as the heel’s sharp snap and her yelp had echoed. So fast. So forceful. Such complete isolation.

Also, justified. Just like it, he had recognized the threat. An existential one. They were coming ... again. Whereas the ring had staggered, trying to regain some semblance of power, the man had moved, taking action. Or rather, had not done so. Instead, he’d acted as if everything were fine, despite all the markers telling him their reality had just become anything but fine.

Aiden was different. Larial had made him. Of course, it had suspected some kind of otherworldly influence, but that other presence? The divine beauty in white leather, Felicity. How? Why? Fallen, yet still to some extent true to her roots. To draw love from a being such as Larial and then have him share it with ... If the ring were capable of sighing, it would’ve emitted a lengthy one as the claws it also didn’t possess finally relented, retracting from its cage’s steel-hard floor. In the shadows, the barest glimmer appeared, illuminating the edges of its harsh etchings.

No matter the past, the future had resolved. More brazen than before, they were coming.

The struggle it feared.

It had indeed begun.


The late afternoon sunshine blazed across Leah’s apartment and, with Cam’s bulky form filling an armchair, also gleamed on the man’s skull amid thinning hair. Placed by her, while bending to show off the curves at least he appreciated, his dark blue suit jacket lay over the back of a couch. After handing him a drink, she’d loosened his tie, then guided him to the seat. All the well-practiced rituals, embodying the perfect sexy host. Pulse thundering, the woman, also embodying the echoes of a twisted and shattered past, clutched every one of those routines.

The day had been horrendous, with both disappointment in herself and fear battling for supremacy. Once back from encountering the utter void that was Aiden, she’d torn off the stupid fucking dress. Sure, its soft wool had clung to her, but he’d hardly paused on the tiny tits and too-slender hips. Legs—skinny; stockings and pumps could do only so much.

“Wrong choice, idiot,” had left her as a shaky mumble.

Both the body and the outfit were poor decisions.

After scrubbing off the makeup and ripping her hair apart, she’d flopped onto her spine and flung her limbs wide in the center of the mattress. With her chest shaking and those useless micro tits wobbling, wail after wail had erupted from her trembling lips. As tears had streamed down her cheeks, pleas for forgiveness had filled the silence, only to be followed by more crying when no answer arrived.

Thus, when Cam had called, asking if he might visit, a surge of happiness had blasted through her. At some things, she simply couldn’t fail. Besides, if she played her cards right, at least a shadow of the punishment to come might suffice.

While walking towards the seated man, a smile widened on Leah’s visage, and she ran both hands along her flanks. No crop. Instead, a slender tank of bright pink, decorated with broad red swirls, clung to her above a pleated micro-skirt, also of pink. Hair once more swung in twisted pigtails. She’d guessed correctly; his grin had brightened as soon as he’d spotted them. New this time, white stockings and glossy pink pumps adorned her legs. Both the bubble-gum lipstick and heavier makeup made their reappearance.

After a slow pirouette on the toes of the shoes, she leaned at the waist. His breathing staggered. A trickle of sweat glimmered in the sunlight as it slithered down the side of his reddened face. When she gathered the tiny boobs in both hands, his eyes widened.

“Mmm, daddy,” she murmured. “You like?”

“Uh, y-yes,” he murmured. Ice clinked as the glass in his pudgy fingers shook.

While leaning further to tap his shaking lips with hers, she took the tumbler from him and placed it on a table beside the chair. As she stared into his ever-wider eyes, her other hand raked sharp pink nails along the tightness in his slacks.

“Daddy, I’ve been so very naughty,” she whispered.

Before he could do more than groan, she shifted, sliding her stomach across his chubby thighs, pressing her side into his rounded belly. His breathing raced when she flipped up the rear of the tiny skirt, baring the white cotton tight to her backside. Even though she squirmed, he stayed silent. Trapped, his stiff dick pulsed beneath her.

“Um, you want me to...” he muttered at last.

“Yes,” she hissed.

The hiss had come from deep in her soul. That dark place few ever touched. She must repent. Failure begets punishment. The rules. She’d learned them so long ago, taken them to heart, wound them around the very deepest parts of her core.

At his hand settling on her butt, a moan—much louder than she’d expected—fled her lips. As his fingers widened, caressing her, she whimpered and eased the taut cotton upward, pressing into the meandering palm.

Yes, she was ready. Deliver justice.

When it arrived, the first swat begat juicy tingles of pain, but they faded quickly—far too quickly. As the strike’s sound echoed, she spun her head, sending a pigtail whirling away.

“Harder!”

With a start, he complied, and the next swift stinging impact of his palm sent those delicious tendrils deeper, lasting a little longer. Again, a groan on her shaking lips, she stared at him.

“Daddy, please! Spank me!”

Even as his eyes widened at the desperation in her voice, his hand whizzed through the air. That one succeeded, sending the sting of agony so deep it found its waiting companion, a surge of pleasure bubbling within her. More delightful strikes followed. Soon rapid slapping noises, her ever-louder moans, and his ever-faster breaths echoed across the voluminous room.

Under each blow, she bucked, and tears fell from her blinking eyelashes, dripping to the blurry tile a million miles below. Not to a crimson desert floor, not while chained to the rough hot rock, not with the solid heated iron on her limbs, but good enough. Such intense pain, wrapped with the most delightful pleasure, seared every nerve.

When his hand halted to massage her rear, each slow, forceful squeeze intensifying the pain it had inflicted, her entire body shuddered. As she gasped for air, his fingers wandered, pressing into the cotton between her buttocks, driving over her twitching asshole. Back and forth, he rubbed, pulling louder groans from her.

It took every iota of strength, but she eased her head around to find his face. Wide and flooded with hunger, his gaze was locked on her behind. Even as she tried to form words, the fingers glided further and her thighs widened, giving them access to dampness. As his digits sank, pushing the wet cotton into her, she gasped.

At the sound, his eyes shifted, finding hers. Yes, she was soaked. So, yes, she’d picked the right partner. Before she could tell him, his hand moved to again skim her butthole. When it pressed, a full-throated groan erupted from her and his breathing staggered.

“D-Daddy ... Daddy wanna fuck ... Um, fuck my pretty little ass?” she forced out amid the deeper rubbing of his fingers.

“Yes.”

No hesitation in his voice, the heavy-set man nodded.

Heart pounding, she rose awkwardly from his lap and stumbled for the open bedroom doorway. While moving, she slid the skirt down her legs, and at the edge of the bed, the panties tumbled in a twisted pile of soaked cotton to the floor. Her hands ripped the tight tank away in a swish of red and pink. After a grin at the man’s silhouette in the doorframe, his gaze locked on her wobbling titties, she snatched a tube from the nightstand’s drawer.

The grin wider on her face, ass stinging as if she’d sat on a beehive, and pain-twisted pleasure racing through her, she walked to Cam. He said nothing as she undressed him, then filled her palm with shiny, cold fluid. When her hand found his heated wand, he jolted, but at the first slow stroke, smearing lube along the steel-hard mast, he unleashed a low moan. As it echoed, she leaned forward to find his mouth with her tongue.

 
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