Chapter 265 - 264: You are Mine.

Evening returned Aiden to the Archducal palace—no disguise now, white hair flowing free, golden eyes sharp and triumphant. The great dining hall glowed with crystal chandeliers and candlelight, long table set for an intimate family affair to formally welcome the new power structure.

At the head sat the matriarch, Lady Elowen draconic—Catherine and Sheela’s mother, Flora’s grandmother. One hundred fifty years old, yet draconic mana preservation kept her appearance a ripe, devastating thirty: golden-blue hair pinned elegantly, flawless porcelain skin, body lush and eternally youthful, every curve speaking of power and fertility.

To her sides: Sheela and her husband Harlan Voss who was quiet, nervous, constantly adjusting his collar. Catherine’s younger brother Darius and his wife. Catherine herself, radiant with new possessive glow. Flora—now openly —sat beside him, one hand resting boldly on his thigh beneath the table.

All welcomed Aiden as Flora’s husband, the new pillar of the house. Bane’s "possession" had conveniently cleared every obstacle.

Conversation flowed like the rare wines: politics, mana crystal harvests, whispers of the coming Sky Break phenomenon. Elowen’s sharp eyes lingered on Aiden with calculating intelligence.

"You move with remarkable speed, Lord Aiden," she said over a glass of aged crimson. "My son broken and imprisoned, my granddaughter suddenly wed to you, the church inexplicably cooperative... one might almost suspect orchestration."

He met her gaze evenly, smile polite but edged. "The Light guides us all, my lady. Sometimes it simply illuminates paths that were always meant to be walked."

Sheela kept stealing glances at him across the table, cheeks still faintly flushed from the morning’s "blessing," shifting restlessly in her seat as if the chair itself tormented her.

After dinner, the household retired to their wings. But at midnight.

Catherine intercepted Aiden in the shadowed corridor outside the guest suites reserved for Sheela and Harlan.

"Where are you going, my love?" she whispered, blue eyes gleaming with wicked understanding.

He pulled her flush against him, claiming her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. "To claim your sister. I saw what I like...."

Catherine’s breath hitched—arousal flaring hot, not a trace of jealousy. "She sleeps with Harlan tonight. They always share a bed when visiting."

Aiden’s smile turned dark and wicked. "You already know That is what makes it delicious."

Sheela’s guest chambers were dimly lit by a single mana-lamp on the bedside table. Lord Harlan snored softly beside his wife, oblivious in deep slumber. Sheela herself lay restless beneath silk sheets—the incubus blood burning through her veins, filling her dreams with forbidden heat and confusing visions of white hair and golden eyes.

Aiden entered without a sound, mana cloaking his presence. Sheela’s eyes snapped open instantly, sensing him on some primal level.

"You—" she breathed, recognition dawning as moonlight caught his white hair and golden gaze. Then confusion crashed in—Lucifer’s voice still echoing in her mind like divine mandate: ’Obey. Desire. Submit.’

Harlan stirred faintly but did not wake—Aiden’s subtle mana pulse lulling him deeper into enchanted sleep.

Sheela sat up slowly, silk sheet sliding down to pool at her waist. Her sheer nightgown did nothing to hide the heavy swell of her enormous breasts, nipples already diamond-hard and visible through the fabric. "What... what is this sorcery? Why do I—"

"No sorcery," Aiden murmured, voice low and velvet-rough as he approached the bed. "Just truth. Your body already knows what it wants. What it needs. That is me..."

She trembled violently but made no move to call out or flee. The blood had stripped away any real resistance, leaving only raw, helpless desire.

He pulled the sheet away entirely, exposing her perfection—pale skin glowing in the lamplight, sky-blue hair spilling over shoulders, thighs already parting instinctively as if her body acted on its own.

Aiden shed his robe in one motion, cock springing free—thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her chest and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

Harlan slept mere inches away, breathing steadily.

Sheela whimpered as Aiden dragged her nightgown down, freeing her massive breasts to spill out heavily. He took one dark nipple into his mouth immediately, sucking hard while rolling and pinching the other between thumb and forefinger.

"A-ahh... oh my god, no..." she gasped, back arching involuntarily, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.

He moved lower with deliberate slowness, spreading her legs wide. She was utterly soaked—the blood’s work combined with her own suppressed desires. He licked once, slow and deliberate, from entrance to clit.

Sheela bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, stifling a moan, eyes darting frantically to her sleeping husband.

Aiden rose, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. "Look at him," he whispered, voice dark and commanding. "Watch your husband sleep while I claim what’s always been meant for me."

He thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Sheela’s mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes wide as saucers, draconic mana walls clenching desperately around the invasion before yielding completely. Her pussy was impossibly tight, hot, and rich with power—virgin-like despite years of marriage.

He began to move—slow, deep strokes at first, savoring every inch, then faster, harder, the bed beginning to creak rhythmically. Sheela’s hands clutched the sheets in white-knuckled grips, fighting not to wake Harlan.

But Aiden had no intention of silence.

He sped up deliberately, slamming into her with wet, obscene slaps that echoed in the quiet chamber. Sheela broke completely.

"AHHHH! Gods—AHHHHH! It’s too much—AHHHHH!"

Harlan jolted awake, blinking in confusion. "Sheela—what—?"

He froze, horror dawning as he took in the scene: his elegant wife pinned beneath the aiden, massive breasts bouncing wildly with every punishing thrust, face contorted in raw ecstasy.

"What—treachery—this is—" Harlan stammered, scrambling to rise.

Aiden never slowed. "Stay right there, Lord Voss. Watch closely. Watch me take what’s mine."

Sheela’s legs wrapped around Aiden’s waist of their own accord, heels digging into his back. "AHHHHHH! Deeper—please—AHHHHHH! Don’t stop—AHHHHHH!"

Harlan lunged—Aiden’s golden eyes flicked to him, a pulse of mana freezing the man in place like a statue, forced to witness every second.

Sheela came first—violently, catastrophically, squirting in powerful jets around Aiden’s pistoning cock, body convulsing uncontrollably. "AHHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING—SO HARD—AHHHHHHH!"

Aiden growled, the humiliation and cuckolding igniting his incubus blood into a frenzy. He came fast and impossibly hard, flooding her pure draconic womb with thick, endless ropes of enhanced seed—far more volume than any mortal man could produce.

Sheela screamed again, hips bucking wildly, milking him for every drop. "AHHHHHHH! YES—FILL ME—AHHHHHH! SOOOO GOOOOD—AHHHHHH!"

Harlan whimpered pathetically, tears streaming down his face, yet his own cock strained traitorously hard against his night trousers.

Aiden pulled out slowly, deliberately—letting Harlan see the gush of thick white cum pouring from his wife’s stretched pussy. She lay panting, trembling, hands already drifting to cradle her belly.

But he was far from finished.

He flipped her onto all fours, positioning her so she faced Harlan directly—eyes locked with her husband’s horrified gaze. Then he slammed back inside from behind.

"AHHHHHHH!" Sheela wailed, voice breaking. "MY LOVE—my husband—AHHHHHH! I still love you but...but—AHHHHHH! this feels soooo GOOOODD!!!"

Harlan sobbed openly now, frozen and helpless.

Aiden took her for hours without mercy—positions shifting like a symphony of domination. Missionary again with her legs pinned back beside her ears, breasts jiggling violently. She rode him facing Harlan, grinding down with desperate rolls of her hips while staring into her husband’s tear-filled eyes. Against the headboard, breasts pressed to Harlan’s frozen shoulder as Aiden rutted into her from behind, forcing her to feel her husband’s helpless body with every thrust.

Each time Aiden climaxed—and he did so many times—Sheela begged hoarsely for more, squirting endlessly, pussy overflowing until the sheets were soaked through and cum pooled beneath her knees.

By the time dawn’s first light crept through the curtains, Sheela lay cradled possessively in Aiden’s arms, body limp and utterly spent, a dazed, worshipful smile on her lips. Harlan remained curled broken on the floor where he had eventually collapsed, silent tears still falling.

"The Draconic House is mine now," Aiden whispered against Sheela’s ear, one hand splayed over her belly. "And soon this perfect womb will swell with my heir—proof of your true allegiance."

Sheela nuzzled into his chest, voice soft and reverent. "Yes... my lord. Always."

Outside the cracked door, Catherine watched the entire spectacle—fingers buried deep between her own thighs, chasing her own release to the sound of her sister’s surrender, arousal burning hotter than ever.

The ancient Draconic House had fallen completely—shattered and rebuilt in a single night.

And Aiden’s empire grew, inexorably—one conquered womb, one broken scream, one humiliated man at a time.