Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Aftermath
Aiden lay on the bed, his eyes closed, as his palm twitched.
The sheets clung damp to his skin, sticky with sweat and the faint musk of last night.
...Ahhhh!!!! Its even bigger!!...
The echo wasn’t just a voice — it tore through him like thunder in his skull, making his chest jolt. Aiden again jerked, his body lapsing the memories like a dream, but too real, too sharp, as if each word was carved into his bones.
...Aiden!! You going to kill me!!..AHH!!!.. You going to kill me with pleasure!!!...
His head jerked again, his white hair whispering across his face, sliding into his closed eye. The moans and helpless pleas of pleasure drummed again and again, a thousand nails tapping against the inside of his skull. Each sound hit with the rhythm of pounding flesh, wet and desperate.
His lustful dream, where his heart was fully unleashed, seeking down to his most heinous lustful desires, clawed at him. He had grown horns, long purple horns that pierced the ceiling of his sanity, his body bearing golden marks that pulsed like molten brands.
As he ravaged many...many woman, his dream was not clear, not precise, just flashes — sweat-drenched thighs, clawed backs, teeth biting pillows. All he could see was flesh, flesh which his itching dick wanted to pound until it broke.
.....ahhhhh!!!..god!...oh my god!!....
Their cries folded over one another, a chorus of worship and destruction, a hymn that only Hell would accept.
His burning lust was not satiated, plowing one after another, then another, until his arms ached with the weight of their bodies and still his hunger grew.
His hand mellowed the soft melons of many women, breasts so plentiful he couldn’t count them, all bouncing in rhythm as they moaned his name in worship, like he was their God, god of lust, praying his name to fulfill their deepest dark desire. And fulfill he did, and more. Always more.
....ahhhh...ahhh...you going to break me...ahhh ahhh...
After filling every hole with his glowing white cum, from their mouths to their pussy and some of their arse, he sprayed his nectar all over their heaving tired bodies. Their skin glistened, trembling, painted in the evidence of his excess. They lay on the bed unable to even move, their bodies convulsing with aftershocks of unbearable bliss.
And beyond them, high above, Aiden saw something. A figure hovered in hazy smoke, her silhouette carved out by firelight. He caught a glimpse of her bewitching beauty — sharp chin, cruel lips, eyes like galaxies burning. Her smile wide, clear, satisfied, as if the whole orgy was just a sacrifice on her altar.
[Lilith is satisfied.....for now.]
"HAA!" He voiced as he finally woke up, his body tuning up suddenly, sweat running down his face in fat beads.
"haaa...aaaa...Haa." Each breath ripped out of him like a knife, like he’d come out of war rather than a dream. He looked at the balcony door. The early morning light churned in, bright but cold, mocking his restless state.
He tried to remember what happened, only remembering that churning pain, the burn that still itched him to the core, like a coal jammed into his ribs.
As he moved, he felt something, a tug at his lower half. He removed the tainted sheets, heavy with stains, as he looked around. To his surprise, Luna’s head rested on his thighs, her soft cheek brushing his groin. Her hand clung to his limp dick even in sleep, possessive, her gown torn to shreds as the morning light amping her tits to shine with holy radiance.
And it wasn’t just her. Flora was also at his side, fully naked, her body jerking like she had fresh sex, hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. And to his other side—
"Tanya too...." He voiced, the guilt scratching at his chest. He watched her dark hair cascade like silk, her lips swollen, her breath heavy. She was tall, taller than him. He often thought how he would climb that mountain, but it only lay in thought. He wasn’t going to lay his hands on her... not until it was dire. She had a good husband, a child, a happy family. But...but his dirty hands had also reached her pure soul.
He patted Akidna on her head. Her dark locks shifted, and her skin bore so many marks, bruises and love-bites, maybe mostly caused by him. Each mark was a story written in flesh, a sin carved into her body.
He tried to stand up, away from the bed, slowly, careful not to disturb these gorgeous women whom he plucked, like flowers already broken in his hand.
"Huh..?" His foot landed on a dress — white, long, holy. A nun’s dress. No, not just that — an abbess dress. "This..this size, belongs to...."
Then he saw her, at the balcony. Sitting on the chair, only a towel wrapped around her divine body, drops of water still clinging to her shoulders. She was fresh off from the bath, steam rising faintly off her skin.
He left the cloth on the floor, walking to the balcony. He gazed at her face, her features softer than he had ever seen — happy, satisfied, a bliss in her eyes he had never drawn out of her before.
He walked to her back, crowming and surprising her with a hug.
"Oh!...Aiden!" She beloud in surprise, her wet blond hair roofing off his neck, tickling him, as he smiled and kissed her cheek.
"You woke up early..." Aiden said, taking her lips outright.
"Ummm...mmmnn.." Amber let him take it, from her lips to her tongue, her body arching into him. Her neck arched more back, trying to kiss him back with equal passion, the towel slipping slightly.
He left her lips, sitting down on the chair, the cold wood touching his naked ass cheeks, grounding him.
"Aiden...." She called, cheeks flushed. "Do you remember what happened...." She paused, the sheer intensity of what happened that night lingering in her core, forcing her to look down.
...yesterday night?" she asked, her gaze still low, her lashes trembling.
Aiden laid back, his spine pressing against the smooth wooden chair, his balls tightening against the fresh whiff of the cold morning air.
".....if I have to be honest...I have no clue...but I remember one thing.." he voiced, now looking at Amber with a heaviness that bent his throat.
"...that everyone knows...you, Akidna, Tanya, Luna and even Flora...you all know, who I truly am..." His words fell like lead, undeniable.