Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Get to It.
The air in the dimly lit antechamber hung heavy with the scent of polished oak and faint traces of jasmine incense, a veil that barely masked the underlying musk of anticipation and secrecy.
Aiden’s fingers tangled in Catherine’s golden hair, his grip firm yet trembling with a mix of frustration and raw need.
He leaned against the ornate wall, its cool marble pressing into his back like a silent judge.
"Where is Sabrina?" Aiden growled, his voice low and demanding as he stared down at her.
Catherine, the ever-gorgeous viscountess of the evening, was kneeling before him in a golden sparkling gown that hugged every curve, its daring split showing her thick thighs.
Her cleavage rose and fell with each breath, the fabric shimmering like molten gold.
Her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, tongue swirling greedily, saliva dripping down her chin in slick trails.
"Mmm... Aiden," she murmured around his length, her words vibrating against him.
"....Answer me," he snapped, pulling her hair back roughly. "Where. Is. She?"
Catherine gasped for air, her needy blue eyes flicking up to his. "Busy," she whispered breathlessly. "She is the hostess of this party, Aiden... she must attend.... to everyone."
Her words carried formality, but her gaze betrayed something rawer—need, jealousy, defiance.
"Busy?" His voice dripped with contempt. "The only thing she needs to attend is my cock...nothing else.."
Inside, Catherine’s mind raged: Why chase her when I’m here, offering everything?
Aiden’s breath grew ragged. He shoved deeper, his cock forcing into her throat. Catherine gagged, eyes watering as her lips stretched wider.
"Take it, Catherine," he snarled, his thrusts merciless.
Her hands clawed at his thighs, knees digging into the velvet carpet. "Guhh... Aiden... p-please..." she gurgled.
But Aiden’s thoughts burned elsewhere. Augustus made me bow once. Never again. Tonight I take what’s mine.
His hips slammed forward, punishing her throat. "This is Augustus’s punishment delivered through you...," he hissed, each thrust dripping with venom.
Catherine choked, tears streaming, the wet slurps echoing in the chamber. She reached up, clutching his wrist. "Forgive me... f-forgive me..." she gasped when he let her breathe for a heartbeat.
"Forgiveness?" He grinned coldly. "I don’t grant forgiveness. I grant orders."
He yanked her hair, pulling her face close to his cock. "I want Sabrina. I Need Sabrina ....Find her and give her to me... ."
Her eyes widened, jealousy flashing like lightning. She pulled back just enough to stroke his slick shaft, licking the tip with desperate fervor. "I’m enough, Aiden... I can give you everything. Forget her for now—take me."
Slap!
Aiden slapped her cheek with his cock, precum smearing across her flushed skin.
"You want this cock?" His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "....Then obey."
She whimpered, nodding quickly. "Y-yes... I’ll do as you say...ju..just give me....."
"Good." He thrust deep again,
Glock! Glurk! Glack!
holding her down until his release surged in thick, hot ropes. Catherine gagged but swallowed greedily, tears streaking her cheeks.
"Swallow it all," he commanded.
She obeyed, gulping, though her body shook with the humiliation of it. When he pulled out, she coughed softly, wiping her mouth with trembling fingers.
"...Aiden," she whispered faintly. "I ...I would do anything for you...."
He didn’t answer. His gaze was already drifting upward, to the floor above where Sabrina awaited.
After few hours ..
Down in the grand hall, crystal glasses clinked like fragile alliances. Augustus stood tall beside Duke Nikolaus and two viscounts, their conversation sharp, undercut by the invisible clash of mana auras.
"We must ensure the borders remain secure," Nikolaus intoned. "The whispers of rebellion spread further each week."
"Borders mean nothing if loyalty frays from within," Augustus replied curtly, his tone iron.
The corner where they stood was shadowed by towering tapestries of ancient wars. The air hummed faintly, their mana pressure raising gooseflesh along nearby arms.
Meanwhile, Catherine re-entered, her gown gliding like molten gold, her smile flawless despite the storm inside her. She joined the wives of the viscounts, posture regal.
"Lady Catherine, you look radiant," one remarked.
"You honor me," Catherine said with practiced grace, though her heart pounded. They see me as the archduke’s daughter. There complements trolling with lies
One of the ladies leaned closer, brows furrowed. "My dear, you have... something..."
Catherine flushed faintly, dabbing at her lips with a napkin. She licked discreetly, tasting the salty tang again. "Just cream from the cakes," she lied smoothly, covering her mouth as her thighs clenched. A
Her gaze wandered upward toward the staircase. ’She’s with him now.’ Jealousy coiled like a serpent in her gut, hot and suffocating.
’i want him...I want him so bad...’ she thought as drops of her necter slid through her thighs.
Upstairs, Sabrina’s chamber pulsed with heat. Velvet drapes muffled the outside world as Aiden pounded her from behind, her daring black gown bunched up around her waist.
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
"Ahhh ..ahhh..ahhh..ahhh.nggh...ahh!"
Her pale back arched high under his grip, the muscles trembling as Aiden held her like prey caught in a predator’s claw.
The black gown clung to her like liquid shadow, its high slit spilling her thighs wide open for him, every thrust forcing the fabric higher until it bunched at her hips.
Lavender perfume clung faintly to her skin, delicate and refined—yet it was overpowered now by the raw, primal musk of their coupling. The scent of sex thickened the air, heady and intoxicating.
"Why wear this slut’s dress?" Aiden growled, yanking her fiery red hair until her head snapped back.
His cock drove mercilessly into her soaked cunt, stretching her walls as her juices slickened him with each punishing thrust. "Trying to tempt every man here? Flaunting yourself?"
Her voice shattered into moans, words barely strung together through ragged gasps. "N-no... not them... ohh... it was for you. Always... only for you."
His lips curled, satisfaction darkening his expression as his hips smacked against her ass, hard and wet. "Good. Then your temptation succeeded..."
Sabrina clawed at the sheets, nails ripping the fabric as her body bowed under the brutal rhythm. "Ahhh... yes! It worked, gods, it worked!" she cried, sweat dripping down her back.
Aiden’s thrusts grew rougher, his body grinding deeper, relentless and domineering. "And now you’ll pay for tempting me like this." His voice rumbled like a growl against her ear, each word punctuated by the slap of his hips against her.
The sudden knock at the door shattered the fevered moment.
"Lady Sabrina?" A mage’s voice carried through the wood, calm and formal. "Your husband requests you for the ceremony."
Sabrina gasped, panic surging through her pleasure. Her walls clenched violently around Aiden’s cock. "Gods—"
"Quiet," Aiden hissed, hand snapping over her mouth. His pace didn’t falter—if anything, he fucked her harder, balls smacking against her swollen clit with wet, obscene sounds that echoed through the chamber.
"Answer him," he whispered darkly, breath scorching her ear as his cock buried deep, relentless.
Tears pricked her eyes from the overwhelming mix of fear and ecstasy. She whimpered against his palm, hips jerking helplessly as he continued to pound her.
He eased his hand just enough for her voice to slip through. "I... I’ll come down soon!" she cried, the tremor in her tone betraying her state.
The mage paused, then answered, "Very well, my lady." Footsteps faded into silence.
Relief had no chance to settle. Aiden growled low in his chest, slamming into her one last time as his hot seed erupted inside her, spilling deep, thick, and claiming.
"Aaaahhhhhhh❤️!"
Sabrina convulsed, her orgasm tearing her apart. She muffled her scream against the sheets, her body thrashing as wave after wave of pleasure shattered her restraint.
"Yesss... oh gods, yes!" she gasped when she could breathe again, his cum spilling out and sliding hot down her thighs.
"Now," Aiden rasped, bringing his palm down hard across her ass with a sharp crack, leaving a red handprint glowing on her pale skin, "you’re ready for the ceremony."
As he took her by the neck, giving a deep tongue kiss as he separated from her needy lips. His lips moving to her ear.
"This ceremony, I want you to....."
Whispers, whispering words such vile that Sabrina’s eye opened wide.
"Rea... really?" She questioned.
"Yes..." He voiced, giving her a vile of red elixir. But only he knew, it was no elixir but his blood instead.
"...get to it." He voiced, as he slapped her arse one more time.
"Aahh!"