Free Web NovelChapter 385: Chapter 380: Watch
Aiden stood on the deck of the command airship, arms crossed, staring at the floating citadel of Veyra through the reinforced glass. He had grown again.
Six-foot-five now, shoulders wider, every movement carrying the weight of stolen power.
Golden veins traced his forearms and pulsed under his skin like living circuits. He felt them throb in time with his heartbeat, feeding him strength, hunger, and clarity all at once.
He liked it. That was the dangerous part.
The chained entity and the Watcher whispered together in the back of his mind now, their voices overlapping in a low, seductive rhythm.
*Mass corruption. Turn their noblewomen into anchors. Breed loyalty into their bloodlines.* Aiden didn’t shut them down. He tested the ideas instead, turning them over like knives in his hands, checking their edges.
Elizabeth stood at the strategy table, pointing at troop formations with a ruler. "Imperial doctrine calls for a layered siege. We soften the outer wards with sustained mage fire, then—"
"No," Aiden said, voice flat. He walked over and tapped the map. "We hit them hard and fast. Echo deployment on three fronts. I’ll handle the central thrust myself."
She opened her mouth to argue. He met her eyes and she closed it. Good.
He split his focus. Three male echoes formed on the lower decks—solid, armed, radiating his presence. One took charge of the griffin riders, another coordinated the mages, the third walked the troop bays barking orders that boosted morale with calculated brutality.
The real Aiden stayed in the opulent command quarters, golden veins bright under the lantern light.
Catherine was already bent over the strategy table, bare ass up, maps of Veyra’s defenses spread beneath her tits. Aiden gripped her hips and pushed inside her with one slow, heavy stroke.
She gasped, fingers curling over the parchment. He set a steady rhythm, deep and powerful, each thrust making the table creak.
"Report from the east flank," he said calmly while fucking her.
An echo’s voice answered in his head. *Griffins ready. Waiting on your mark.*
"Launch them," Aiden ordered. He reached forward, grabbed Catherine’s hair, and pulled her head back so she could speak.
"South ward vulnerability confirmed," she panted. "Their mana conduits are overloaded."
Sabrina didn’t wait for permission. The feral blonde climbed onto the table, swung a leg over, and planted her soaked pussy right on Aiden’s face. Her thighs clamped around his head like a vice. She ground down, growling.
"Those bastards think their floating rock makes them untouchable," she said, voice rough. "Fuck them harder, Aiden. Make them bleed."
He licked her clit in long strokes while continuing to pound Catherine. His hands stayed on Catherine’s hips, controlling the pace.
Orders flowed through the echoes without breaking rhythm. Troop movements. Mage rotations. Supply checks.
In the corner, Duchess Lira knelt naked, fingers buried between her legs. Aiden had hit her with the eye command the moment she entered. "Edge," he’d told her. "Recite the supply line weak points until I say stop."
She did, voice shaking, tears of frustration running down her cheeks as her fingers worked her swollen clit without release. "Eastern chain... vulnerable to... sabotage... please..."
Aiden thrust harder into Catherine, feeling her walls flutter. When she came, clenching around him, he buried himself deep and unloaded. The orgasm rolled through him like a wave of raw power.
He pulled out, still hard, and snapped his fingers at Lira. "Clean me."
The duchess crawled over immediately, mouth open, tongue working every inch of his cock and Catherine’s juices off him. She moaned around his shaft, desperate.
Elizabeth entered the room then, trying to reclaim some authority. "The imperial coordination needs refinement before the main push—"
Aiden crossed the room in two strides, spun her toward the large window overlooking the citadel, and yanked her pants down. He bent her forward, hands on the glass, and drove into her from behind in one thrust.
"Watch," he ordered.
The opening barrage lit up the sky. His echoes led the charge. Wards exploded in bright flashes. An enemy tower cracked and tilted, crumbling into the clouds below.
Each explosion synced with his thrusts. Elizabeth’s breath fogged the glass as he fucked her harder, one hand on her throat, the other gripping her waist.
The power rush hit harder than any drug. Golden veins burned across his chest.
Catherine and Sabrina watched from the table, touching themselves. Lira stayed on her knees, licking her lips.
When Aiden came again, deep inside Elizabeth, a new, thicker golden vein spread up the side of his neck.
The Watcher’s approval washed over the battlefield like distant laughter. The citadel’s outer defenses collapsed faster than any simulation had predicted.
Hours later, Aiden stood on the conquered landing platform. Smoke rose from ruined towers. His forces secured the perimeter. He felt taller, brighter, veins glowing faintly under the open sky.
Catherine, Sabrina, Elizabeth, and Lira knelt or leaned against him, flushed and marked. Their eyes held that mix of devotion and fear he’d come to enjoy.
He was already planning the next strike.
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Three nights later, Aiden slipped away from camp alone. Flora followed at a distance—he allowed it. She knew better than to intervene unless he called.
The crystal nexus inside the captured citadel had changed. The chambers pulsed softer now, responding to his presence. Crystalline walls formed smooth beds and reflective surfaces when he willed it.
Tendrils extended not to attack but to caress his arms and thighs, warm and inviting.
Aiden stopped in the central chamber and spoke aloud. "We need to talk. Face me."
The Watcher answered.
It manifested in shifting forms—first a towering masculine silhouette of shadow and gold, then a lithe feminine shape with curves that mirrored his women but sharper, more dangerous. It circled him, voice echoing from every surface.
"You’ve grown bold, Aiden. Courting me openly now?"
He created two advanced echoes. One stood back, arms crossed, ready to debate terms.
The real Aiden stepped forward and grabbed the feminine form by the throat. He lifted it off the ground. Gravity shifted around them, making the air feel like warm water.
"I’m not here to beg," he said. He pulled the form close and kissed it hard. The Watcher moaned into his mouth, a sound that vibrated through his veins.
The sex that followed was slower, deliberate, and viciously intense.
Aiden fucked the morphing entity in mid-air, gravity flipping and twisting around them. He used hybrid chains of golden light to bind its wrists and ankles, spreading it open.
Long, deep strokes. Every thrust traded power. Visions flooded his mind—corrupted kingdoms bowing, bloodlines remade, endless pleasure.
He stole more essence. The Watcher planted seeds in return. New veins spread across Aiden’s groin and down his spine, hot and electric. His cock grew thicker, more sensitive, pulsing with fresh potency.
"Flora," Aiden called without breaking rhythm.
She entered, eyes wide but obedient. The Watcher formed an echo of Catherine beside her—identical down to the scar on her hip. Aiden ordered Flora to merge with it.
The two women blended in a haze of crystal and flesh, creating something new and trembling.
He took control completely. Switching between bodies. Eye command on Flora made her nerves hypersensitive—she screamed in pleasure at the lightest touch.
He fucked the merged form while still buried inside the Watcher, forcing the entity to feel every sensation through the link. Orgasms chained together. Power flowed both ways in heavy pulses.
Aiden stayed dominant through all of it. He dictated the pace, the positions, the pleasure. The Watcher submitted even as it tempted him with more.
They didn’t fully merge. Instead, Aiden laid out the terms while buried to the hilt inside the Watcher’s primary form, Flora and the Catherine-echo collapsed beside them in a sweaty heap.
"You serve as my bride in this war," he said, voice steady despite the sweat and veins burning across his body.
"Lend me your power when I call. Influence the offspring as we see fit. In return, I give you these matings. Direct. Often."
The Watcher shivered around him, climaxing again at the words. "Agreed... my husband."
Aiden finished one last time, flooding it with everything he had. The pact sealed.
He returned to camp glowing faintly, radiating an aura that made soldiers drop their eyes and noble prisoners flush.
His women felt it immediately. Catherine’s nipples hardened visibly. Sabrina growled low in her throat. Elizabeth swallowed hard.
That night he gathered them all in the central tent. No words needed at first. He took them with new stamina—inhuman precision and endurance.
He fucked Catherine against a support pole, then Sabrina on all fours, then Elizabeth and Lira together, switching between them without losing rhythm. New veins across his groin let him share sensations; when one came, they all felt echoes of it.
Hours later, they lay tangled around him, exhausted and marked. Aiden stared at the tent ceiling, golden veins pulsing softly. freewebnovёl.ƈom
He was no longer purely human.
He liked that too.
