Extra’s Life: MILFs Won’t Leave the Incubus Alone

The balcony of dukes' great hall lay swathed in twilight. Torches flared against the stone pillars, their flames shivering in the wind that came from the darkening lake beyond.

Music and laughter throbbed faintly from the feast below, muffled by distance, as though the merriment belonged to another world. Here, upon this height, silence weighed heavier than the air.

The scent of roasted venison and spiced wine clung faintly to Lady Shina's breath, but it was not the feast that made her flush.

It was him.

Aiden.

The man of white hair and golden eyes stood at the rail, watching the same horizon she pretended to watch.

The dying sun melted into crimson waters, the lake burning as if some ancient god had spilled blood across its surface.

Aiden's gaze was steady, as though he could see beyond light, beyond reflection, into the marrow of the world itself. Shina's hands trembled at her sides. Her goblet was empty, yet her body felt as though it brimmed with fire.

She approached him slowly at first, steps careful, deliberate. But the nearer she came, the less she controlled the pace. Some current pulled her — like a moth circling too near a candle's flame.

"What… what do you see?" she asked softly, her voice little more than a thread against the night.

Aiden did not answer at once. He only turned his head, the torchlight catching in his eyes. Gold, liquid and luminous, they caught her breath in her throat.

She had meant to sound casual, noble, untouchable. Yet she heard herself stammering — like a girl again, untrained, unguarded.

"I see possibilities," he said at last, his voice velvet and steel, smooth yet edged.

Shina's lips parted. Her tongue was dry. She took a step closer — then another, until her sleeve brushed his arm. Her cheek burned. She told herself it was the wine. Yet she knew it was not the wine.

After a pause too long, too heavy, she said what had clawed inside her chest since the feast began:

"My fief… the fief of Meliodus… lacks knights. Too many gone to border wars, too many slain or stolen by richer lords. If… if you would not mind…" She faltered, then forced herself onward. "Would you not consider becoming mine? A knight sworn to Meliodus?"

The words trembled into the dusk.

Aiden's lips curved into a smile — gentle, cruel, unreadable. He did not even glance at her. He kept his gaze upon the lake, upon the bleeding sun.

"No."

The word was soft, but it struck like iron.

Shina's breath caught. She blinked, her heart rattling. She had not thought he would accept easily, but to be refused so quickly, so cleanly — it cut.

"Why?" she whispered, almost pleading. "Name your price. Whatever coin, whatever land, whatever—"

"Not coin." He turned at last, and those golden eyes bore into her. She felt naked beneath them. "Not land. My worth cannot be measured in the scales of your husband's treasury."

Her throat tightened. "Then what…?"

"The soul."

The word fell like a stone into still water. Ripples spread in her chest. She swallowed, yet the air would not go down. He had spoken the word as though he could see hers. As though he might pluck it from her breast with his hand.

The torches cracked, spitting sparks.

"My… my soul?" she breathed, the syllables trembling.

"Yes." His voice was calm, absolute. "That is my currency."

Her cheeks burned hotter than the wine's heat. Her legs weakened. Yet she forced a laugh, brittle and thin. "And if I… if I said I would give it?"

For the first time, Aiden's smile widened. He reached out, slow as the tide, his hand brushing her temple. Fingers like warm iron tucked a strand of her raven hair behind her ear. The touch was light, almost innocent. Yet it seared.

Shina's body jolted. A tremor coursed through her — not of fear, but of some deeper surrender. She should have stepped back. She should have struck his hand away, remembered who she was: baroness, noble, wife. Yet she leaned into it.

Her thoughts screamed contradictions. This is madness. You are married. You are bound. He is nothing — a commoner knight, risen by chance. And yet…

Her husband's face flickered in her mind — slack, pathetic, drowning in wine more than in honor.

She shoved it away. Before her stood another kind of man. His beauty could shatter kingdoms, unite armies, or break vows with a glance. White hair that gleamed like moonlight on steel. Eyes like the treasure of gods. Lips so near she could feel their warmth ghosting her own.

"My…my husband?" she whispered, breathless, almost ashamed. "Would he… ever know?"

Aiden's golden eyes softened, but only for a heartbeat. "He will not," he said. "Not yet. Not if you obey me."

She shut her eyes. Just once, she thought. Just once, it will be forgiven. Just once, it will be worth it.

But his lips did not take hers. They drifted past, brushing her cheek, until his breath was at her ear.

"Your soul," he whispered, his breath a furnace against her skin, "is not enough."

Her eyes snapped open. She jerked back, her breath ragged. "What?"

He looked at her as though she were both child and temptress, both beggar and queen.

"Not enough," he repeated.

Fury flared, mingled with shame. She clenched her fists, turning away. "You insult me. To say such—"

But before she could leave, his hand closed around hers. His grip was warm, steady, eternal. Not forceful, not pleading — simply unbreakable. She froze.

"Not enough," he said again, softly this time, "but still useful."

The words wound around her, binding tighter than chains. She turned, though every fiber of her pride told her not to. His eyes met hers. They did not let go.

"What…" Her voice broke. "What must I do?"

His smile returned, sharp and patient. He lifted his other hand, brushing her waist, pulling her closer. The air thickened. The torches dimmed, as though the world itself bent to the moment.

"You will obey me," he murmured. "In all things. You will serve me, willingly, with every breath you can muster. And only then…" He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, "will you be mine."

Shina's pulse raced, her lips parting, eyes wide. "And… if I refuse?"

"You would not," he said simply, his hand tightening at her waist, thumb brushing the curve of her hip. "You cannot refuse what has already claimed you."

Her chest heaved, body trembling. "You… you're cruel."

He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I am… honest."

She swallowed hard, trying to reclaim composure.

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Her breath caught. "And if I…" Her voice faltered, a mix of fear and want. "…if I give you everything?"

"Then," he whispered, brushing a finger across her trembling lips, "you begin to understand how small the world is… how little your old life matters… and how deep the hunger can go."

Shina shivered, leaning into him despite every noble instinct screaming to retreat. "I… I will try. I… I will obey."

Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers. His tongue pushed past her lips, his hand sliding up to cup her breast through silk. Her body jerked, every nerve lighting up, her nipples stiffening under his rough palm. She gasped into his mouth, and the sound turned into a moan.

Heat crashed through her. Her thighs clenched, her breath broke. She came—sudden, humiliating, unstoppable—her underwear soaking, nectar dripping down her legs.

She tore her lips from his, panting. "Ah… gods, Aiden… what was that?" Her nails dug into his shoulders. "I— I've never—"

Aiden smirked. "Never with him, I know. ..."

Her face burned, not with shame but with need. "Again," she whispered, leaning in.

He pressed a finger to her lips. "....No."

She froze, desperate. "Why...why not?"

"Because this," he said softly, "...was just a taste. If you want more… you'll have to earn it."

Her thighs trembled. "Earn it? How?"

He leaned close, lips brushing her ear. "...Start with a secret. Tell me everything you know and hear about your fife...you got that?"

Her chest heaved. Words spilled before she could stop them. "..y..yes."

Aiden's laugh was low, dangerous. He smacked her ass, the sound sharp in the night.

Slap!

She gasped, the sting making her wetter.

"Good girl," he whispered.

She shivered. "Good girl?" she repeated, voice breaking.

He stepped back, leaving her against the rail, wanting. "Yes. My good girl."

Then he was gone, cloak vanishing into the dark.

Shina's hand slid down, almost without her willing it. She caught herself, shaking her head, whispering, "No… not here." But the ache was too strong, the memory too fresh.

She fled to her chamber. In the bath, she locked the door, yanked up her gown, and pressed trembling fingers to her slick heat.

"Oh… Aiden…" she moaned, bucking against her hand, chasing the memory of his kiss. "Take me… take me again…"

Her release came fast, a violent rush that left her slumped against cold tile, sweat mixing with bath steam. But even as she came, she knew it wasn't enough.

Only he was.