Aiden's Challenge
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
As Gina rolled her wrists and ankles in the snug leather restraints, taut ropes creaked. Spreadeagled and naked atop her bed, she gazed at Aiden, slipping from his clothes. Although her pulse edged higher as more of his muscular physique came into view, tension also nibbled at her.
The entire way from the airport, he’d been quiet. Nor had he said anything while leading her upstairs by the leash his hand had clipped to her collar on the front doorstep. With the golden thread coiled on the bedside table, the ring in the glossy rawhide tight to her neck clinked as she followed his measured motions.
Although no words had left his lips, the pulses from him as they’d entered her home had been steady and forceful, ensuring she understood. He was there for her alone. With those mighty throbs piercing deeper into her core, his grin had widened while large but gentle fingers peeled away the black lace he adored. Once she’d stood before him in nothing but stockings and glossy black heels, he’d smiled. The most wonderful surge of warmth had snuggled around her heart.
As she lay writhing in the creaking ropes, those powerful pulses kept oozing into her. On her body, the heat of his hands echoed where they’d wandered while tying her down. Her breathing quickened when his belt parted, and as his trousers dropped, unable to help it, she unleashed a desperate whimper.
Erect. Angled upward, ready. So long. Thick. Vein-wrapped skin so taut it gleamed in the dim lighting. That ruddy pole she missed so much—borderline craved—throbbed in sync with those his mind sent. Each surge did more than tease her desire; they drew on her soul. No matter who else wandered his life, she still got that reaction from him.
“Of course you can.”
At his quiet words, she found those piercing gray eyes, and time galloped into the past. Once again, he was that athletic youth, dripping raindrops onto the kitchen floor, easing apart her robe, giving her curves the same lingering scan, so full of hunger and need. Only now, no longer shocked by that expression, with a wavering groan, more of a growl, she thrust herself as far as the bindings would permit, which wasn’t far at all. He’d mastered being her ... master.
Those pulses from him became a rolling thunderous beat, hammering her core, as his towering, muscled frame clambered onto the bed. When he straddled her, their skin touching, nerves throughout her shaking body tingled. Around them, wispy orange tendrils tightened, lashing them together, mirroring her trembling limbs taut in the stretching ropes he’d emplaced for her.
For a while, he simply kneeled above her, muscular thighs alongside her hips. Thumping faster, his massive cock, somehow even darker and tighter, sent an ever-fatter glittery strand downward to tickle her torso. At his smile, she grinned. Yes, more understanding flowed. He was dominating her, just as she needed, as she craved, as she missed every second of his absence.
When he leaned forward, his heated pole thumped atop her chest, and his spread fingers found her breasts, easing them together to sandwich its thick length. With its bulbous dome warming her chin, the link strengthened. His sensations became hers, and she saw through his eyes sparkling in the shadows. He eased further; she was ready. When silken heat smeared her lips, she parted them, letting the fat cockhead glide over her swirling tongue. The faint flavor of salt—and power—teased her tastebuds.
“Mmm, damn. Missed you,” he murmured, one hand leaving her chest to move the hair from behind her head.
The words were unnecessary. That profound truth, unchanged after so many years, was already wrapping around her ever-warmer heart. A moan from her, along with a slow circling lick of the massive bulb, drew a shaky groan from him.
“God, you really are so beautiful,” he whispered, both hands back on her boobs, their fingers tormenting stiff, achy nipples.
She couldn’t help it, and a dick-muffled, snorting laugh escaped her. At his brows tightening, she suckled harder, and another muted chuckle sent frothy bubbles over his mast. He slipped backward, tugging his glossy knob from her lips.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
After slurping at the two thick trails of spit linking her mouth to his cock, she smiled up at him.
“Hmm, master.” Another giggle escaped as she tongued the drooling slit. “Bet you think anyone sucking your dick is beautiful.”
“You’re not just anyone ... Gina.”
Yes, he’d used “Gina,” not the usual, playful “slut,” and his sudden pulse of pure love had her heartbeat staggering. Before she could respond, he glided forward, and her lips parted, letting him back inside her waiting mouth. She would respond, but not with words. When her cheeks sank, sucking once more, his eyes blazed.
“Never was and never will be,” he added with a whisper before moaning as she slurped harder on her lover’s silken, taut rod.
Again, his thoughts arrived, fueling the intense need within her. Yes, they were lovers, special ones. She had been his first, and he was her only, replacing the slim facsimile of marriage through which she’d suffered.
At fingertips abandoning one of her breasts, she lashed at his trapped cock with her tongue. As the digits traveled lower, leaving heated trails on her skin, she thrust her pelvis upward to meet them. With a chuckle, he slid his fingers along her painfully needy clit. But that quiet laughter became an intense stare, delving into her soul as they began rubbing, and his hips eased back and forth, driving his girthy rod over her swirling tongue.
As she suckled like a ravenous baby and his gentle fingering urged the waves of pleasure higher and higher within her, their shared sensations drove her to the precipice of madness. Sweat prickled across her skin and gleamed on his muscled form. Whenever she got close to tipping over the edge, he slowed the thrusting, both of his fingers and that mighty slut-conquering cock. Desperate for release and gasping so hard her nostrils flapped, she stared up into his piercing gaze.
Over and over, he tormented her, just as she craved, missed, and dreamed of every single day. Lost in the world that was his beautiful eyes and what they promised, when he moved, tugging his spit-trailing, bubble-coated knob from her still-slurping lips, she gasped aloud.
Though towering and muscled, the man she adored once more displayed that supernatural quickness. After rising, he dropped back to her so swiftly the sudden pressure and intense fullness piercing deep between her spread thighs had her gasping for air. As his chest lowered and hands roamed along her trembling outstretched arms, she found his eyes once again amid a pulsating, thickening haze.
“I love you,” he whispered before mashing his lips to hers.
As his tongue plunged, seeking hers, his hips thrust with more force, slapping against her, driving that wonder-producing cock deeper than any man ever had or ever would. Once she was impaled, both on his tongue and lengthy shaft, he held his muscled frame motionless, letting her squirm, pressing her achy nipples into his heated, solid chest. His eyes blazed; through the mind’s link she saw hers flaring right back at him.
No words were needed from her. She sent massive pulses of love back into him as his ceaseless throbs pounded her soul. Long gone was the nervous Gina, the one unable to confess what she’d felt for that storm-soaked young man.