Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 240: The Duke’s Shadow & the MILF Palace Conquest

The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Flora's chamber, casting golden streaks across the tangled crimson sheets. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat, sex, and jasmine oil—evidence of the hours Aiden had spent claiming them until their voices were hoarse and their bodies marked with his possession.

Flora and Luna lay curled against him, naked and glistening, their identical golden eyes half-lidded with sated exhaustion. Flora's golden hair spilled over his chest like sunlight; Luna's fiery red strands tangled with her sister's, a living flame against pale skin. Both still trembled with occasional aftershocks, thighs sticky with his release, breasts rising and falling in slow, synchronized breaths.

Aiden's fingers traced lazy patterns along their spines—possessive, but gentle in the aftermath. He could feel the faint pulse of the new Covenant bond humming beneath their skin, a silent chain linking them to him forever.

Flora nuzzled closer, lips brushing his collarbone. "You were… everything," she whispered, voice raw. "I missed you so much it hurt."

Luna nodded against his shoulder, tears of joy still drying on her cheeks. "We both did."

Aiden's lips curved faintly. "I know." His hand slid lower, cupping Flora's ass idly, drawing a soft whimper from her. "But earlier… you said something was wrong. That you were looking for Luna. Tell me."

Flora hesitated, glancing at her twin. Luna sighed, pressing closer.

"I was with Father," Luna admitted quietly. "The Duke. He… pulled me aside. Tried to convince me to leave Mother. To side with him completely."

Aiden's fingers stilled. Amusement flickered in his golden eyes.

"And did he succeed?"

Luna shook her head fiercely. "No. Never. But he was… desperate. Angry. He said Mother—Sabrina—was poisoning us against him. That she was too ambitious. Too… dangerous."

Flora's voice was softer. "They've been fighting for days. Ever since the Emperor's health worsened."

Aiden's thumb brushed Luna's lower lip. "And did your father share any of his little secrets again? The kind that shouldn't reach certain ears?"

Luna bit her lip, nodding. "He's been in contact with the Archduke of the South. Pressuring him. And… pressuring House Leonidus too. Even House Dragon. He thinks if he can force alliances, he can control what happens when the Emperor—"

She stopped, realizing how much she'd revealed.

Aiden only smiled wider.

Internally, he pieced it together. The Duke's demon patron—the shadowy entity he'd discovered years ago—was clearly growing bolder. Backing plays from the shadows, using the Duke as a puppet. Amusing. Aiden had long held that secret like a leash around the man's throat. Good relations, indeed.

But he said none of it aloud.

Instead, he leaned down, kissing Luna slow and deep, tasting the salt of her earlier tears. When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed again.

"Where are your mothers now?" he asked, voice casual.

Flora answered, fingers tracing his chest. "At the Imperial Palace. Trying to secure an audience with the Emperor and Empress. The court is… chaotic."

Aiden's smile turned predatory.

"Perfect," he murmured. "I'm going there too."

He rose from the bed—magnificent in the morning light, muscles shifting under scarred skin, cock still half-hard and glistening from their combined release. The sisters whimpered in protest, reaching for him with pleading hands.

He dressed slowly—deliberately—letting them watch every movement. Robes sliding over broad shoulders, belt cinching at his waist. When he was finished, he leaned over the bed, kissing each sister in turn—deep, claiming kisses that left them breathless and wanting again.

"you know," he said against Flora's lips, " I've missed you too Luna, the way you

scream my name when I choke you just right."

Luna flushed crimson.

"And flora," he added, turning to Luna, "I've missed how tight your ass feels when you finally begs me to take it."

Flora's thighs pressed together instinctively.

He left them like that—naked, marked, aching for more—promises hanging in the air like smoke.

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Outside the Dragon Palace gates, the morning was crisp, the capital already stirring with the restless energy of a dying empire.

Aiden paused at the threshold, golden eyes scanning the distant figures moving through the manicured grounds.

There—far across the courtyard, walking alone with a stoop that hadn't been there years ago—was Lord Leonidus.

Once a proud lion of the court, now gaunt and hollow-cheeked, hair thinning to silver strands, robes hanging loose on a frame that seemed to shrink by the day. He moved like a man carrying invisible chains, eyes fixed on the ground as if the weight of secrets pressed him down.

Aiden almost called out.

'Father-in-law,' he thought with dark amusement. The man who had unknowingly given him noble legitimacy through ancient ties, who had sired flora now bound to him body and soul.

But he let him go.

Leonidus looked like death already walked beside him. No need to hurry the inevitable.

Aiden turned away, stepping into the waiting enchanted carriage—black lacquer, dragon-etched doors that opened at his approach. The interior was plush velvet and shadowed privacy. As it glided smoothly toward the Imperial Palace, Aiden leaned back, eyes half-closed.

His mind wandered to the women waiting there.

Sabrina—the elegant, wicked Duchess. Ripe, experienced, with a body that had only grown more lush with age. He remembered the way she rode him reverse cowgirl, back arched, begging him to choke her while she slammed down on his cock.

'Maybe that's why they fought. Her and her husband. She promised to let no man touch her, not even her own husband. '

He couldn't help but remember How she squirted when he spanked her just right, how she whispered filthy confessions about her worthless husband while coming undone.

Catherine—the proud Dragon heiress, dragon queen to the court but fire in his bed. Secretly submissive, always fighting until he broke her. He missed the way she pretended resistance, then melted when he took her ass—slow at first, then savage, making her squirt harder than she ever thought possible.

His cock hardened fully at the memories.

Those two MILFs… his absolute favorites.

Ripe, hungry, dripping for him after years apart.

The carriage couldn't move fast enough.

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The Imperial Palace loomed like a mountain of marble and gold, spires piercing the clouds, banners snapping in the wind. Guards knelt as Aiden passed—sigils flaring in recognition, wards parting like curtains.

He found them in a private antechamber off the throne hall—frustrated after hours of waiting for audience, gowns of silk and velvet clinging to mature, perfect curves.

Sabrina first—elegant as ever, red hair coiled with jewels, full breasts straining against crimson silk, hips swaying with predatory grace.

Catherine beside her—golden hair, dragon-proud features, body still tight and athletic but softened in all the ways that made her irresistible.

They turned as he entered.

Shock.

Relief.

Instant, burning heat.

"Aiden— ♥️" Sabrina breathed, voice already trembling.

Catherine's blue eyes—sky 💙—flashed with need she tried to hide.

He didn't speak.

He crossed the room, pulled Sabrina against him, and kissed her—deep, filthy, days of pent-up hunger exploding. She moaned into his mouth, hands clutching his robes as her body melted against his.

Catherine watched, lips parted, thighs pressing together. Forgetting where they were for the moment.

He broke the kiss, turning to her—claiming her mouth just as fiercely while Sabrina's hands roamed his chest, already freeing him from his robes.

The antechamber had thin walls—imperial guards outside—but that only made it hotter.

Aiden undressed them slowly—savoring every inch revealed. Sabrina's heavy breasts spilled free, nipples dark and hard. Catherine's ass—still perfect—begged for his hands.

"I can't wait, I just want to pound you two. So damn much." Aiden voiced.

He took them against the ornate table first—Sabrina bent over, gown rucked up, while he ate Catherine out standing, her legs over his shoulders.

"I...I missed you too Aiden, yes fuck me.. fuck me deep."

Then the chaise—Catherine riding him, breasts bouncing, while Sabrina sat on his face, grinding slow and filthy.

"Doing it here and now, are we. In the emperor palace no less. Aiden...why do you always have to be so bold and hot."

Mirrors everywhere—reflecting mature beauty in ecstasy from every angle: Sabrina's full breasts bouncing heavily, dark nipples hard as diamonds; Catherine's toned ass rippling with every impact, silver-streaked hair wild and sweat-soaked. The enchanted glass captured it all—dozens of versions of their surrender, glistening bodies writhing, mouths open in endless cries.

Aiden had them on the velvet chaise now, the antechamber's thin walls barely muffling the obscene symphony.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The wet, relentless rhythm of his hips crashing into Sabrina from behind filled the room—she was bent over the armrest, crimson gown bunched at her waist, ass cheeks glowing red from his earlier spanks. Each thrust drove his thick cock balls-deep into her dripping pussy, her mature walls clenching greedily around him like they'd been starving for years.

"Fuck—yes—Aiden—harder!" Sabrina screamed, voice breaking as she pushed back desperately. "Your cock is divine—bigger than anything—my worthless husband could never—never make me feel this full—!"

Catherine knelt beside her, fingers buried in her own soaked folds, watching with hungry golden eyes as Aiden pulled out of Sabrina—his length glistening with her creamy release—and slammed into Catherine without warning.

SCHLICK—SLAP!

Catherine's cry was raw, guttural. "AHHH—gods—yes—stretch me—ruin me—!"

He alternated—ten brutal thrusts into Catherine, pulling out to leave her whining and clenching at emptiness, then slamming back into Sabrina. Their combined juices coated him, dripping down his balls, splattering the chaise in messy streaks.

"Compare me," he growled, one hand fisting Sabrina's dark hair, the other reaching to choke Catherine lightly—fingers around her elegant throat, pressure just enough to make her eyes roll back.

"Your husbands are nothing!" Catherine gasped, voice strained and desperate. "Pathetic—small—over in minutes—you're a god—Aiden—your cock owns us—!"

Sabrina sobbed agreement, ass pushing back to take him deeper. "He never made me cum—never filled me like this—your seed is everything—please—breed me—mark me—!"

Aiden's pace turned savage—hips pistoning, balls slapping swollen clits in wet, filthy rhythm.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

He made them squirt in competing waves—first Sabrina, body convulsing as she gushed messily down his thighs, soaking the velvet; then Catherine, screaming as her release sprayed across the floor in hot arcs.

He announced each creampie like victory.

"Take it—Sabrina—feel me fill you—!"

Thick, endless ropes spilled deep inside her—overflowing instantly, creamy white dripping down her thighs in obscene rivulets as he pulled out with a wet pop.

Then Catherine—"Now you—my proud dragon—take every drop—!"

He buried himself again, hips jerking as he flooded her—cum pumping in hot pulses until it leaked out around his cock, mixing with her squirt on the chaise.

But he wasn't done.

: both MILFs on all fours side-by-side on the ornate rug—asses high and trembling, gowns torn and discarded, mature bodies glistening with sweat and release. Mirrors captured every angle: heavy breasts swaying, backs arched, faces twisted in devotion.

Aiden knelt behind them—alternating again, but faster, rougher.

Thrust into Sabrina—SLAP!—pull out, thrust into Catherine—SLAP!—over and over, hands spanking red blooming handprints, choking lightly in turns, fingers rubbing swollen clits until they sobbed.

"Cum for me—both of you—show me who you belong to—!"

They shattered together—squirting in messy, competing waves that soaked the rug, bodies convulsing, voices breaking on screams of his name.

Aiden followed—pulling out to paint their backs and asses with thick ropes, then pushing back into each one last time to finish deep inside, marking them completely.

Overflow everywhere—dripping down thighs, pooling beneath them, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender.