Chapter 260 - 259: The Secret of Ecstasy

The hallway outside the bridal suite was dimly lit by flickering wall sconces, shadows writhing across the stone like living things.

Catherine’s back slammed against the cold wall as Aiden pinned her there, one fist twisted tight in her golden hair, yanking her head back until her throat was bared and her spine arched in a perfect, obscene bow.

His cock—thick, brutally veined, impossibly hard—drove into her from behind with savage, punishing thrusts. Each impact jolted through her body, making her huge breasts smash against the rough stone, nipples scraping raw through the shredded remnants of her gown.

*SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!* The wet, filthy sounds of flesh on flesh ricocheted down the corridor, louder than any decency should allow. Catherine’s moans turned into raw, guttural screams. "AHHHH! AIDEN—FUCK—DEEPER! AHHHHH! Tear me apart!" Her voice cracked on every high note, echoing like she was trying to wake the entire estate.

Juices gushed down her thighs in hot streams, splattering the marble floor beneath them. Her pussy clenched around him in frantic spasms, milking him greedily as another orgasm ripped through her. "AHHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING—OH LORRRDDD—AHHHHHH!" She squirted violently, a forceful jet that soaked Aiden’s balls and dripped in heavy ropes to the ground.

Viscount Leonidus stood only feet away, legs trembling until they gave out completely. He collapsed to his knees, then fully to the carpet, clutching it like a drowning man. His face was a mask of anguish and something far darker—humiliating arousal.

Hearing his own wife scream louder for another man than she ever had for him shattered something irreparable inside him. Mana surged hot and wild in his core, arcane symbols flaring at his fingertips, ready to unleash hell. But the power fizzled, dying in his palms. Instead, a sick, throbbing heat flooded his groin.

Trembling, tears already streaming, he fumbled open his trousers and pulled out his average, leaking cock. His hand wrapped around it almost against his will, stroking in slow, shameful pulls as broken groans escaped his throat.

Aiden’s golden eyes flicked over, lips curling into a predator’s smile even as he hammered into Catherine harder, faster. He yanked her hair again, forcing her head toward her husband. "Look at him, my love," he growled, voice dark and commanding. "Look at the pathetic little cuck you married."

Catherine’s lust-glazed blue eyes focused through the haze of pleasure. There was Leonidus—on the floor, cock in hand, furiously pumping while sobbing. A cruel laugh bubbled out of her between screams. "Oh My god... Leonidus... you disgusting little worm." Her pussy clamped down harder on Aiden’s shaft, another gush of squirt flooding out. "AHHHHHH! You’re jerking off to this? To him breeding me raw? AHHHHH!"

Leonidus whimpered her name, hips bucking into his fist, tears splashing onto the carpet as his strokes turned frantic.

Aiden’s dark laugh rumbled against Catherine’s back. "I knew it the moment I saw you, Viscount. You always suspected, but you did nothing. You’re not a husband—you’re a spectator."

He suddenly pulled out, Catherine’s desperate whine turning into a gasp as he spun her around and dropped her to the cold marble floor. The shock of the chill against her overheated skin made her nipples peak even harder. Aiden straddled her in missionary, slamming back inside with one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.

"FUCK!" Catherine screamed, legs locking around his waist. "AHHHHH! YES—SO DEEP—AHHHHHH!" Her back arched off the floor as another orgasm crashed over her almost instantly, pussy spasming wildly, squirting in rhythmic pulses around his pounding cock.

Aiden crushed his mouth to hers in a messy, devouring kiss—tongues tangling, saliva dripping, teeth clashing. He fucked her like he wanted to break her in half, hips snapping with inhuman force. *SCHLICK! SCHLICK! SLAP!* Her juices soaked everything—his balls, the floor, her thighs.

The sight of Leonidus stroking himself raw only feet away, sobbing and moaning, ignited something feral in Aiden’s incubus blood. The humiliation, the absolute ownership—it was too much. He regretted not doing this with Sabrina—fucking her senseless in front of her duke husband before killing him.

The thought alone sent him spiraling. "Catherine—fuck—!" he snarled into her mouth, thrusts turning erratic. He came hard and sudden, thick ropes of cum erupting deep inside her womb, pulse after pulse flooding her until it overflowed and leaked around his shaft.

Catherine’s eyes rolled back. "AHHHHHHH! YOU’RE CUMMING—SO MUCH—AHHHHHH! FILL ME!!" Her own climax detonated again, louder than before, body convulsing as she clawed bloody lines down his back, squirting in powerful jets that sprayed up between their bodies.

Aiden broke the kiss, golden eyes locking onto Leonidus. "Watch closely, cuck," he commanded, still thrusting through his orgasm. "Watch me pump your wife full of my seed. Watch me breed her like you never could."

Leonidus’s pathetic cock spurted weakly onto the floor, his broken sob mixing with Catherine’s triumphant laughter.

She ground up against Aiden, pussy milking every drop. "That’s your secret, isn’t it?" she panted, voice husky. "Humiliating him... breaking him completely... that’s what makes you lose control and cum so fast."

Aiden smirked, pulling out just long enough to flip her onto all fours—facing Leonidus directly—before slamming back inside. "Exactly, my clever slut. The rush of owning you in front of him... it’s better than anything."

The night dissolved into an endless marathon of raw, depraved fucking.

He took her against the wall again, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist, pounding upward until she screamed herself hoarse. "AHHHHHH! AIDEN—AHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING AGAIN—AHHHHHH!" Each orgasm louder, more violent, squirting down his thighs in hot torrents while Leonidus watched from the floor, stroking his raw, spent cock back to painful hardness.

Then on the grand staircase—Aiden seated on the steps, Catherine riding him reverse cowgirl, facing her shattered husband. Her massive breasts bounced wildly as she slammed down, grinding her clit against him. "Look at me, Leonidus!" she taunted between screams. "Look how he stretches me—AHHHHHH! So much better than you—AHHHHHH!" She came again and again, squirting over his lap, the stone steps glistening beneath them.

Aiden gripped her hips bruisingly, thrusting up to meet her. "Beg for my cum, Catherine."

"Cum inside me! AHHHHH! Impregnate me —fill me up—AHHHHHH!" And he did—groaning as he erupted deep, flooding her until cum leaked down her thighs in thick streams.

They returned to the hallway floor for missionary again and again—Catherine’s favorite. Aiden pinned her wrists above her head, kissing her possessively while driving into her with long, devastating strokes. Each time he came, she screamed louder, legs locked tight, pussy overflowing with his seed as her own orgasms tore through her in endless waves. "AHHHHHH! YES—AHHHHHH! MORE—AHHHHHH!"

Leonidus never left. He stayed on the floor, reduced to a whimpering, stroking mess—cock raw and red, tears long dried, unable to look away from the spectacle of his wife being thoroughly claimed.

By morning, pale sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating their sweat-drenched, cum-soaked bodies. Aiden had Catherine pinned beneath him one final time in missionary—slow, deep, intimate thrusts now, but no less intense. He groaned into her neck as he came again, thick pulses filling her already overflowing womb.

Catherine held him close, legs locked around him, pussy clenching in one last shuddering orgasm. "AHHHHHH... my Devil..." she whispered hoarsely, voice raw from hours of screaming.

Aiden kissed her softly, still twitching inside her. "And you’ll use my secret every time, won’t you?"

She smiled up at him, blue eyes glowing with love and wicked triumph. "Every single time."

Leonidus remained crumpled on the floor, utterly shattered. The estate awoke to a new, irreversible reality—Aiden’s dominance complete and absolute.