Page 10 of His Incubus Husband

“Now fuck me the hardest you can,” he said evenly and lowered himself onto his elbows and knees between Oswald’s spread legs. His open, wet hole gaped at Oswald, red from use and sloppy.

Oswald ignored the tingling in his limbs and crouched behind Valentino. He aimed his almost purple dick at the loose rim and sank inside in one long thrust.

He’d never felt stronger or younger as he rammed his erection in and out. With a firm grip on Valentino’s waist, he moved like a machine. He’d lost control. He could only fuck, harder, faster, his balls burning, knot itching…

His knot.

Impossible.

Valentino shrieked with joy. How many times had the insatiable demon come already? His hole milked Oswald’s dick anew. And again. Ten more punishing thrusts. Another orgasm vibrated through the omega’s small body.

“Yes! Knot me! Do it!”

Not possible. He wasn’t in heat. Oswald wasn’t in rut.

There couldn’t be any knotting.

And yet…

Oswald threw his head back, burying his dick as deep in the pliant hot flesh as he could. His knot grew rapidly, locking him inside Valentino, as his cum filled the small boy’s guts.

He collapsed to the side, taking Valentino with him, rutting against his pert ass. Again and again his cock jerked, spitting fresh drops of cum, his knot swelling to its full size.

“What did you do to me?” he growled and bit Valentino’s shoulder until he drew blood.

Valentino only moaned with satisfaction.

“Deeper. Breed me.”

Oswald could feel the mouth to the boy’s womb, bigger now, puffy and soft, pulsating against his cockhead as if it wanted to slurp up the cum he was still miraculously producing.

He pushed, shoving his knot deeper, prodding at the closed gate. He wanted it. He needed in there. Valentino pushed his ass out, meeting his desperate thrusts.

“That’s it. Almost there. Yes. Yes. Breed me!”

Oswald licked the blood oozing from the wound on Valentino’s shoulder. He remembered the taste of the milk. The flavors in that soaked jockstrap…

He all but crawled inside Valentino’s body, his fingers digging into Valentino’s thighs as he pressed his knot deeper still.

A hot little mouth enveloped his cockhead. It tightened, the softest tissue, perfect suction, the most blissful sensation he’d ever dreamed of… Oswald’s cock erupted anew.

“Aaaaaah!”

Valentino’s cry shook the windows.

The mouth to Valentino’s womb sucked Oswald’s dick ravenously, pulling the last of his cum from his balls. His knot quivered.

“Yes!” Valentino shrieked. “Give it to me. Everything. More!”

Oswald’s balls hurt, yet somehow, he was still coming. Valentino writhed in his arms, hole clenching on his knot.

“More! More!”

The evil little channel tugged on his cockhead, sucking and squeezing, milking him dry.

He couldn’t come harder. He couldn’t… Pleasure and searing pain flared from his knot, indistinguishable from each other.

Then Oswald lost consciousness.