CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: YOU MAD?

"So you are just going to watch or.....?" He asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that slithered into her ears like molten silk, dripping with that cocky, teasing arrogance that made her thighs clench involuntarily.

The air in the room thickened, charged with the electric promise of sin, as his words hung there, challenging her, daring her to surrender to the storm brewing between them.

Flora didn’t look at him, instead looking the other way around, trying to demean the sexual authority he was trying to place upon her.

She averted her gaze to the dimly lit corners of the lavish chamber, where shadows played across the ornate tapestries of victorious battles, each thread a whisper of dominance that echoed the war waging inside her.

Her pulse thundered in her veins, a frantic drumbeat matching the ache building low in her belly, as she desperately clung to her defiance, refusing to let his magnetic pull drag her under.

The scent of forbidden passion—jasmine mingled with the raw musk of sweat and arousal—clung to every breath, intoxicating her senses, making her nipples strain against the thin fabric of her gown.

But...

"Ummm...mmm...nnmmm..." Luna only indulged, indulged more on his lap, indulged more so on his lips, her crimson night gown torn half already, covering only one side of her chest, the other one Aiden’s hands nibbling, playing with it, squeezing it.

Her body undulated like a serpent in heat, grinding down harder onto his lap with shameless abandon, her lips devouring his in a sloppy, feverish kiss that left strings of saliva connecting them.

The torn gown hung precariously, exposing one full, heaving breast that Aiden claimed with greedy fingers—pinching, twisting, and kneading the sensitive flesh until her nipple throbbed like a live wire, sending jolts of pure, filthy pleasure straight to her dripping core.

Luna’s hips rocked with increasing desperation, chasing the friction against his rock-hard bulge, her moans vibrating into his mouth like a siren’s call.

And her own chest tightened, her breathing coming heavy once more. Flora’s ribs constricted under the weight of her mounting desire, each breath a ragged gasp that fanned the flames licking at her skin.

Heat pooled between her legs, her clit pulsing with needy insistence, as if her body were a volcano on the brink of eruption, every nerve ending screaming for release.

She placed her palm on her chest, hoping he would not realize her hard nipple but he did, she could see it in his eyes, his smirk, he saw everything.

Her fingers trembled as they pressed against her gown, feeling the diamond-hard peaks begging for attention, a blatant betrayal of her arousal.

Aiden’s golden eyes pierced her like daggers of fire, that smug smirk widening into a predatory grin, as if he could taste her desperation on the air—he knew her secrets, her hidden cravings, and he reveled in unraveling her thread by thread.

Luna, who was having her mouth full, couldn’t help but see him gazing at Flora, her pride kicking up for no reason, as she felt the utter bulge beneath her arse.

With Aiden’s cock straining against her ass like a steel rod forged in hellfire, Luna’s jealousy ignited, a possessive blaze that made her suck harder on his tongue, her teeth grazing it in warning.

She broke the kiss just enough to glare, her pride flaring irrationally, fueling her to grind down with vicious intent, feeling his thickness twitch in response.

"Aiden...." she called, "look at me, only me.." she whispered, taking his attention. Her voice was a husky purr, dripping with raw ownership, as she clawed at his jaw, yanking his face back to hers, demanding his undivided worship.

And he looked at her, a smile toiling on his lips, that devilish curve promising untold depravities, his eyes smoldering with dark amusement at her fierce claim.

She started toiling her arse on his bulge trying to play. He still had enough ember from fucking their mother, oh god, how he liked it, they were angry, still angry but couldn’t help but feel conflicted.

Luna’s ass cheeks clenched and released, twerking shamelessly on his throbbing erection, teasing it through the layers of fabric until pre-cum soaked through, marking her.

The embers from railing their mother still glowed hot in his veins—her screams of ecstasy replaying in his mind like a filthy soundtrack, stirring his cock to even greater hardness.

The daughters rage simmered, a potent aphrodisiac mixed with twisted confusion, their bodies betraying them with slick, aching need despite the betrayal.

Those burning denying eyes, crumbling more and more. This feeling, this feeling of lamenting them down, turning Nobles into such whores.

Aiden drank in their crumbling resistance, those fiery eyes melting into pools of submissive hunger—it was euphoric, corrupting these aristocratic beauties into cock-hungry sluts, stripping away their nobility layer by layer until only raw, animalistic lust remained.

He wanted more, his dick got harder, not from their seduction but seeing their needy eyes.

Conflicted needy eyes. And he wanted to play more, more with those feelings of theirs. His cock swelled impossibly harder, veins bulging like ropes under the skin, not from their tantalizing moves but from the exquisite torment in their gazes—eyes wide with conflict, begging silently for him to shatter their last shreds of dignity.

He craved to toy with that vulnerability, to push them deeper into the abyss of depraved ecstasy.

"...Luna...." He voiced. As he lifted her up, forcing her eyes to directly face him, as her legs separated, sitting on his knees, seeing his golden eyes face to face. His name rolled off his tongue like a command, his strong arms hoisting her effortlessly, spreading her thighs wide until she straddled his knees, her soaked pussy hovering just above his bulge.

Those golden eyes locked onto hers, hypnotic and commanding, pulling her into their molten depths like a moth to flame.

She couldn’t hold his eyes, ever so hypnotized, leaning into his chest. The intensity of his stare made her shiver, her will dissolving as she collapsed against his broad chest, inhaling his masculine scent—sweat, sex, and power—that made her pussy clench emptily.

"...yes?" She answered, no she whispered, now her cuchi feeling his bulge directly, her waist moving on her own, trying to rub her nub on his bulge. "..aaa...ahhhh..." she moaned. The whisper escaped as a breathy plea, her bare cunt finally brushing his clothed hardness, her hips bucking instinctively to grind her swollen clit against the ridge, sparks of blinding pleasure exploding with each filthy rub.

"...are you also angry that I fucked your mother...?" He asked, ever so directly. The question sliced through the air, crude and unfiltered, forcing her to relive the image of him balls-deep in her mother, pounding her into oblivion.

[Emotion amplification:

Target acquired:

Luna: success.....(lust amplified)

Flora: success.....(lust amplified)

Tanya: success...]

Luna stopped her waist. "....why..why are you asking that question, you know, I am angry....you..you broke your promise."

Silence was his weapon as he seized her curves, digits sinking into the plump globes of her ass like they were molded for his hands, yanking her down hard to mash her clit against his bulge, the amplification turning every sensation into an inferno of need.

"Aaaa!...nhg...mnn..." she moaned, grabbing his collar, trying to hold on from his sudden assault.

The moans ripped from her throat in guttural bursts, nails scraping his collar as he assaulted her senses, her pussy weeping with slick arousal that soaked through his pants.

He saw Tanya also there. ’....oh, it’s her night shift.’ he thought. As he looked at the door, a black hair lacing out. ’Ohh Tanya....tonight is your lucky day..’ he thought. Spotting the telltale strand of black hair peeking from the doorframe,.

Aiden’s mind whirred with wicked plans—the maid’s secret spying turning her shift into a front-row seat to debauchery, her own body soon to be ensnared in his web.

"Come on....Luna, tell me, are you still angry..?" he asked, tuning her speed a bit more. He ramped up the pace, hands orchestrating her like a puppet, each forced grind sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her core.

Luna. Clinging desperately to his collar, she threw her head back, neck exposed in a graceful arch, her twin tails whipping wildly as tremors racked her frame.

"...yes...yes I am angry." she said, feeling like her heart was slowly burning, like the time before.

Her heart rate rising, her underwear plucking out wet sounds. Cause she was writhing with wetness, as pleasure was taking her, taking her whole.

The admission came through gritted teeth, her heart ablaze with rage and lust, pussy making obscene, squelching noises as her arousal flooded out, consuming her entirely in waves of sinful bliss.

Aiden let one of his hands go, grabbing her bouncing tit. Squeezing them again and again and again.

Releasing one cheek, he latched onto her jiggling breast, squeezing with bruising force before shredding the remaining gown and bra in one violent rip, her naked tits springing free, heavy and flushed, nipples like ripe berries begging to be devoured.

Her tits shining from the moonlight. Glistening under the moon’s pale caress, her breasts heaved with hypnotic allure, skin shimmering like dew-kissed petals in the night.

"...you are angry huh so what are you gonna do about it?" He asked. "...you are going to stop... seeing me...?" The taunt was laced with mockery, his voice a velvet threat, challenging her to deny the addiction he knew gripped her soul.

[High Incubus blood over used. Lilith senses you.]