Page 18 of His Incubus Husband

He’d keep it for some other occasion, but for tomorrow, he’d need something else. He took the bodysuit off and drank another glass of champagne while he continued searching.

His fingers brushed over a pale golden piece of satin. He pulled the hanger off the rack and eyed the set. It was three times the price of the bodysuit, and with good reason. The combination of satin, lace, and embroidery was incredibly elaborate but elegant at the same time, making it look almost like jewelry.

He set his glass aside and began putting it on. The panties came first. The satin covered his cock and balls, but his crack was visible through the lace in the back. The pale golden color looked beautiful on his creamy skin in this form, and the ribbons on the sides ensured he could easily take the panties off without removing the garter belt, which he put on next. He attached the stockings and angled his legs, appraising himself in the mirror. Very pretty.

The top was a masterpiece. The elegant V neckline nearly reached his belly button, making him look lean and taller. The front was held together by another ribbon. When he untied it, he could move the satin and lace to the sides and expose both his nipples—perfect for when he would make Oswald suck the nectar from his tits. The embroidered sleeves gave the naughty outfit a touch of sophistication.

Tino turned from side to side and checked his ass in the angled mirror opposite.

He wouldn’t find a more beautiful lingerie set in the whole city.

Satisfied, he stripped again and found a shopping bag by the cash register. He folded his loot, wrapped it in silky paper, and put it in the bag. It was almost three in the morning, so he couldn’t go to Oswald today. He’d try tomorrow night. But what should he do with his time until then? He didn’t want to find someone else to fuck. He’d done that many times over; he’d tried everything. Even the surest ways to feed only made him more frustrated.

No. He was done with poor stand-ins. He wanted Oswald Sandoval.

A solo session would have to tide him over until tomorrow. Naked, he sat on the floor in the back of the store, directly in the line of sight of one of the security cameras. While he stroked his cock and drank champagne, he imagined the security guards, managers, and police officers who’d watch the footage after tonight’s robbery.

After finishing the last glass, he masturbated using the empty bottle. He made sure the camera caught everything. Grunting, he stretched his hole with the shoulder of the bottle until he brought himself to a short, unsatisfying climax.

He wiped off his cum with tacky assless red boxer briefs, set the slick-stained champagne bottle next to the cash register, and walked out.

In another store, he took a long spring coat and a pair of simple white sneakers. Happy with the results of his quest, he climbed onto the mall roof and disappeared into the night.

Of course, Oswald Sandoval’s mansion was much better protected than the mall.

Tino had to choose the direct approach.

He vaulted over the wall and landed directly in the path of one of the alpha security guards. The man gasped and reached for his gun, but before his brain caught up with what was happening, Tino had his tongue in the alpha’s mouth and his hand wrapped around the alpha’s plump dick through the fly of his cargo pants. The alpha whimpered, stumbling backward.

Insatiable lust had brought Tino all the way here, and his scent was saturated with it. The alpha was helpless against the scent of an incubus on the hunt.

He bucked into Tino’s sure grip. Tino didn’t prolong it—with skilled movements, he got the alpha off as fast as possible. When the man’s cock jerked, and his balls drew up, Tino let his tongue grow out, shoving it deep. At the same time, he wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, cutting off his oxygen. The alpha passed out mid-orgasm.

Leaving the guard on the ground—he’d be dreaming very colorful dreams for a while—Tino collected his bag and headed through the park toward the mansion. He progressed slowly, avoiding the motion detectors and staying in the dark shadows of the greenery. Just before he was about to climb the balcony to Oswald’s master bedroom, he heard steps.

Would he have to take care of another guard?

Two alphas walked past the bush where he was hiding. He briefly considered walking up to them naked and taking care of them the incubus way, but that would take at least ten minutes.

He stayed hidden, waiting. They seemed to be walking around the perimeter of the house. When they moved around a corner, Tino listened and sniffed.

The nearest guard was fifty yards away, and the balcony cast a convenient shadow, hiding Tino’s path from the intense lights.

He took a chance.

The bag he carried made the climb more difficult, but he managed to throw his leg over the balcony railing just as the two guards reappeared below. He crouched and waited until they passed then crept to the balcony door.

It was ajar.

Tino grinned.

Dressed in the golden lingerie set, Tino lay on Oswald’s large bed and waited.

Breathing in the alpha scent from the sheets and pillows, he grew more aroused by the minute. A faint trace of human omega cum made him wrinkle his nose. The smell was old—at least several days. Oswald had had a guest, then. Tino shouldn’t be annoyed by that. How many men had he fucked in the past few weeks? Two dozen? More?

Still, he felt possessive about this particular man.

His cock pushed against the satin, and his little hole, a tight, virginal pink pucker, was wet with fragrant slick. He chose the same human form in which he’d seduced Oswald the first time. He wanted to be recognized, but he also enhanced certain traits he knew Oswald enjoyed. Besides, the smaller his opening, the more he would feel the size of Oswald’s glorious cock. He’d dreamed about that cock.