Page 13 of His Incubus Husband

Tino would have replied, but Big Bobby grabbed his head with both hands and thrust up, forcing his humongous cock into Tino’s throat. The piercings massaged Tino’s tongue most deliciously. Tino’s lips were about to split at the corners, his jaw aching. He gagged then sucked hard, humming.

“Fuck, you’re a horny bitch, aren’t you?”

The salty tang of alpha precum clung to the roof of his mouth.

Tino was playing with fire.

But he needed to feed, dammit.

Ever since that night when he almost drained the esteemed Sir Oswald Sandoval, he couldn’t find satisfaction.

He’d seduced a virgin alpha, a nerdy college student who had come like a fountain five times. He’d hidden in a sex club dark room overnight, feeding off everything that happened there during eight hours of debauchery. He’d even found a couple of dragon shifters, two alphas with insatiable libidos, and spent the weekend in their bed, getting double-dicked with those gorgeous, ridged cocks.

Yet he was still hungry. Was he sick? Demons didn’t get sick.

A gang bang at Dirty Dick’s was his last resort. The basest, filthiest sexual energy concentrated in one place, all for him, at once. He could see those frustrated, angry alphas in his mind. He’d bring out their most violent urges, and they’d take it all out on him. They’d fill him to the brim.

That kind of energy would keep an incubus afloat for months. Getting it all at once he risked losing his cool and changing forms on the breeding bench. Which would mean immediate mayhem and extensive damage control afterward. Would he risk it?

But what was he supposed to do? He’d tried everything. Every meal he’d had over the past few weeks had left him starving for more. If this plan didn’t work out, he might as well join a convent.

Big Bobby loosened his hold on Tino’s hair. “Give me your ass, bitch.”

With a teasing lick up the pierced underside, Tino let go of the massive dick. He slowly stood and leaned on the edge of the desk.

“I want five hundred now and five hundred tomorrow, then thirty percent of all the extra money I’ll bring in.”

He lifted one knee onto the desk, opened his crease, and pushed with his ass. His tiny hole flared open. The scent of his slick must have assaulted Big Bobby right in his face because the alpha let out a painful groan. His arousal washed over Tino, sparkling and crackling on his skin.

That’s better.

The chair scraped over the linoleum floor. One coarse hand grabbed Tino’s ass cheek, and a blunt cockhead prodded his hole.

“You’re one expensive whore.”

Tino smirked then sighed when the girthy dick stretched his hole open and inched inside, the balls of the piercings popping in two at a time.

“Don’t overdo it,” he teased. “You want me to look virginal tomorrow, don’t you?”

In lieu of a reply, Big Bobby thrust forward, ramming his horse dick into Tino’s slender body as deep as it would go.

It hurt, but Tino was merely aware of the pain—he didn’t truly feel it. His human form was experiencing pain while his demonic soul drank the alpha’s lust. Tino’s lips curved up into a happy smile.

“I need to make sure you can take it, boy.” Big Bobby growled, dragging his cock out slowly. “Hours on a bench. You better like it hard.”

The piercings rubbed the front wall of Tino’s hole. The pain abated quickly, and on a river of slick, pleasure took over.

Tino moaned. “Mmhmm. Yeah. Fuck, you’re huge.” It was the cheapest line ever, and it always worked.

Big Bobby purred contentedly. “I’m paying hundreds for a quick fuck over my desk. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.”

He clasped Tino’s throat and thrust again, to the root. Tino’s stomach protruded just underneath his belly button. His womb took a rough punch—a promise of what was to come tomorrow. He cried out. He was so primed and hungry his frail human vessel was close to coming already.

“There could be twenty of them tomorrow,” Big Bobby threatened. “I better stretch you out good, huh? Do you like to be bred outside heat? You like it when it hurts? Tomorrow, I’ll take a turn myself. Make you suck my dick with your womb.”

Tino closed his eyes and sank into the sensations. The rough grip on his hip and throat, the big hairy belly brushing his back, spittle and droplets of sweat landing on his skin. The old alpha was still strong. Virile. His lewd fantasies took over any sliver of empathy or respect he might have had toward another human being. In the aroused state, Big Bobby’s head was like an open cabinet of curiosities where Tino could browse and take a closer look, even touch and taste.

The metallic aroma of fresh blood, small rosy nipples squashed in silver clamps, pink welts in pale skin, bruises, a small tear in a taut rim, stretched around a beer bottle…