Chapter 285 - 281: Good Son in law.

Lunch followed in the sunlit gardens. Tables groaned under crystal platters of honeyed fruits, spiced meats, and delicate pastries, but conversation buzzed with two very different currents.

The official one—reform bills, voting rights for noblewomen, new inheritance laws that would strip wastrel husbands of automatic control—flowed politely across every table. The unofficial one, however, spread like wildfire among the six who had spent the night in Aiden’s bed.

Elara, cheeks still pink, leaned toward her tablemates and whispered, "I can still feel him... so deep inside me that I swear my womb is shaped to him now. I came so many times I lost count and started speaking in tongues."

Lirael giggled breathlessly, fanning herself with a lace handkerchief. "He made me squirt while my friends watched. I called him ’my lord’ and ’master’ while my husband’s name is literally embroidered on every handkerchief I own."

Vespera, ever the pious one, pressed a hand to her heart and murmured, "The Light may forgive me for the things I begged him to do... but I will sin again the moment he calls. I offered my womb to him like a temple."

The whispers traveled table to table, growing bolder with every retelling. By dessert, half the pavilion knew fragments: the blood contract, the way he rotated between them like a king claiming tribute, the obscene bulge in their bellies when he finished. Eyes kept darting toward the single empty seat reserved for Aiden at the high table. Where was he?

He was exactly where he needed to be—deep inside his wife and mother-in-law in the private Draconic family wing.

The afternoon sun streamed through sheer golden curtains, painting their naked bodies in warm honey light.

Aiden had Flora on all fours in the center of the enormous silk-covered bed, her golden hair a wild, sweat-damp mess, face buried in the pillows, ass high and quivering. His thick cock stretched her married pussy obscenely, the veined shaft glistening with her cream as he pounded her with slow, heavy strokes. *Plap... plap... plap... plap*—wet, rhythmic, relentless.

Catherine—Flora’s mother, still elegant even when naked and flushed—knelt beside them, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her own dripping cunt, watching with open jealousy.

"You barely touched me last night, my darling son-in-law," she complained in that refined, husky drawl only a duchess could manage while fingering herself. "Six noble sluts got your magnificent cock and your potent seed while I waited like a proper mother-in-law, touching myself in the next room and whispering your name into my pillow. I raised that girl to share nicely, yet here I am—aching and empty."

Flora moaned brokenly, pushing back onto Aiden’s cock with desperate rolls of her hips.

"And what about me, husband? Am I even your wife anymore? You spent all night breeding those highborn whores while I slept alone in our marriage bed, fingering the ache you left me with... aaahhh—gods, you’re so deep—!"

Aiden growled low in his chest, grabbed Flora’s slender waist with both hands, and slammed in to the hilt—balls-deep, the fat head kissing her cervix so perfectly she saw stars. Flora’s eyes rolled back, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as her first orgasm detonated.

"F-fuck—too deep—my husband’s cock is ruining me—aaahhh! I’m your wife, Aiden—your only wife—don’t you dare forget that!"

He pulled out slowly, inch by glistening inch, letting both women see how her pussy clung to him, then thrust hard into Catherine in one smooth, claiming stroke.

Catherine’s back arched like a bow, full heavy breasts swinging, a throaty wail escaping her painted lips. "Yesss—finally—stretch your mother-in-law’s greedy cunt, my sweet boy—aaahhh! That’s it—feel how much wetter I am for you than any of those noble bitches. I birthed the girl you married, and now you’re breeding me too—doesn’t that make you hard, darling?"

He fucked her with ten brutal, punishing strokes—deep enough that her belly bulged visibly with every thrust—then switched back to Flora without warning. Back and forth he alternated, never letting either woman catch her breath, the wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of two soaked pussies filling the sunlit room.

"You’re my wife," he snarled at Flora, pounding her so deep her toes curled and her voice cracked. "And you’ll take every inch while I remind you exactly who owns this tight little pussy that I claimed on our wedding night."

Flora’s complaints melted into mindless, loving babble. "Yes—yours—only yours, my husband—aaahhh—I’m cumming again—cumming so hard on the cock I vowed to obey forever—don’t stop—fill your wife—make me swell before Mother does—!"

Catherine reached over, pinching and twisting Flora’s sensitive nipples with elegant fingers.

"Don’t forget Mommy, my precious son-in-law," she purred, voice dripping honey and sin. "Give Mommy your cock again—let me feel what my daughter feels every night. I taught her how to ride, you know... but clearly I need to refresh her lessons. She’s being so greedy today."

Aiden chuckled darkly and flipped them both onto their backs side-by-side, legs spread wide like twin offerings on an altar. He sank into Catherine first—long, grinding strokes that made her emerald eyes cross and her elegant composure shatter. "Feel that, Mother-in-law? That’s what you begged for all night while you listened to me breed your daughter’s friends."

Catherine’s walls fluttered wildly; she squirted messily around his thickness, soaking the sheets and Flora’s thigh as she shattered. "Yes—yes—breed Mommy—give the woman who raised your wife your heir first—aaahhh! I’m cumming—my son-in-law is making me cum like a common whore—!"

Then he turned to Flora—harder, faster, until she was sobbing with overstimulation, golden eyes glassy. "I’m sorry—I’m sorry I complained, my love—you’re so deep I can taste you in my throat—aaahhh—breed me—please—put a baby in your wife while Mother watches—claim what’s rightfully yours—!"

The room became a symphony of wet slapping flesh, desperate moans, and their unique, interwoven voices.

Aiden fucked them for over an hour—switching every dozen strokes, stacking them on top of each other so he could rail Flora from behind while Catherine licked where they joined, then reversing so Catherine rode him reverse-cowgirl while Flora sat on his face and kissed her mother sloppily.

He made them hold hands while they came, made them confess their jealousies out loud, made them beg in turn.

"Harder, son-in-law—ruin the mother of your wife!" Catherine cried, riding him like a woman half her age.

"Love me more than them, husband—promise I’m still your favorite—aaahhh!" Flora sobbed, grinding on his tongue.

Finally Aiden pulled them both to the edge of the bed, legs over his shoulders, and took them in turn with merciless finality. He came inside Flora first—thick, endless ropes of potent incubus seed that made her flat belly swell visibly, excess cream gushing out around his shaft in creamy waves.

Then Catherine—flooding her until her elegant womb was overflowing and she was laughing through tears of bliss.

They collapsed together in a trembling, cum-soaked, sweat-slick heap, complaints long forgotten, eyes glassy with utter satisfaction.

"Best... husband in the empire..." Flora whispered, nuzzling into his chest and kissing the spot over his heart. "Even when you make me jealous... I still love you more than breath."

"Best son-in-law a mother could ever steal from her own daughter," Catherine sighed dreamily, licking a thick stray drop of his cum from her fingers like it was the finest wine.

"Come back to Mommy’s bed tonight, darling. I’ll show you tricks Flora’s still too innocent to know."

Aiden kissed them both deeply, golden eyes gleaming with possessive satisfaction.

The empire’s women were waking up.

And so was his harem.