Page 17 of His Incubus Husband

The gate gave way, and his womb tightened around the bud.

“Fuuuck!” he shouted. “It’s in me! It’s in!”

Big Bobby turned on the vibration.

A forced orgasm wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed, but with the promise of what was to come, he savored it.

Besides, with him coming violently as if he were having a seizure and the scent of his cum and slick intensifying, the alphas in the room were getting ramped up again, all of them. Big Bobby kept taunting them.

“Yeah. Look at him coming his brains out. It must hurt so good. In a couple of minutes, this hole will be ready for a real breeding. How much for coming into his womb?”

Slowly, Tino’s muscles stopped twitching. The bud slid through the channel to his womb, in and out a few times, and he whimpered but remained still.

The emptiness that came afterward was worse than the pain. He felt cold air all the way to his core.

But not for long.

A firm, long dick glided into him, the cockhead popping through the channel to his womb with only a little push.

Tino groaned, forced into yet another seizure-like orgasm.

“Fucking hell, he’s like a vacuum! Fuck! Yeah, I’ll breed you good. Fuck! Fuuck!”

The alpha rutted against his ass while Tino’s inner muscles milked his cock. His womb sucked the cum up greedily.

Eighteen alphas. Many had come already, but a few had been pacing themselves, and a few would demand another round.

They were closing in on Tino, elbowing each other out of the way in their frenzy to get a piece of him. Someone milked his cock under the bench, but Tino had been coming dry for the past hour. Two men lifted his head and pushed their erections into his face. He licked the cockheads when he could, sloppy and breathless. Someone spanked his ass while another alpha flooded his womb with cum.

He was ripped away as soon as he finished, and from the following scuffle, a victor emerged, who climbed onto the bench and sank into Tino’s womb with a beastly snarl.

Tino’s eyes rolled into his head, and he smiled.

By the end, Tino had been tied to the bench for more than three hours. Big Bobby took his turn, as promised, and the barbell deep inside Tino’s womb, together with the amount of lust in the air, could have made Tino shift into his true self.

But he didn’t.

He left the club sated, only a slight wobble in his brisk step. By the time he rounded the corner, his hole had shrunk back to normal. His womb closed around the remaining cum. It would dissolve when he changed forms, but he wanted to feel it a little while longer.

One question ruined his afterglow.

What now?

He couldn’t do this every week.

How would he feed when his need seemed to have grown ten times?

3

LACE

The security system at the mall was no match for Tino. It took barely three minutes for him to get from the sidewalk into the luxurious lingerie store. He perused the main collection with indifference while undressing, leaving his old hoodie, jeans, and T-shirt on the floor. Once naked, he helped himself to a bottle of champagne from the minibar in the carpeted changing room. He raised his glass to the security camera and downed the fizzy drink. Let them record him. They would never find him anyway—it wasn’t like demons left fingerprints.

He refilled his glass and browsed the most elaborate, expensive pieces as he idly fondled his cock. He knew very little about Oswald Sandoval’s taste but could make an educated guess. Oswald would like something provocative but not overdone, something subtle and clever. Devious.

At first, his attention lingered on a thong bodysuit in black lace. He decided to try it on. It fit him perfectly, hugging his soft cock and highlighting the curves of his torso. A small lace flower on the thong covered his pucker precisely. He laughed at the clever detail.

But the long-sleeved bodysuit would be impractical for the seduction he had in mind. It wasn’t something you could easily yet gradually take off, and it couldn’t stay on while he fucked and nursed Oswald without the lace digging into places and chafing.