Page 20 of His Incubus Husband

A firm, broad hand cupped his nape and pushed. He could still sense fear and suspicion coming from Oswald, but lust was overshadowing it.

With a grunt, Oswald shoved his dick into Tino’s throat.

Yes!

“What are you?” he hissed.

With both hands on Tino’s head, he thrust harder, using Tino’s mouth and throat like a hole. Tino’s human body protested, gagging, but the demon in him rejoiced.

He lifted his tearful eyes to Oswald’s face.

Oswald pulled back, and Tino gaped helplessly, saliva and precum clinging to his lips.

“What are you?” Oswald asked louder.

Tino licked the precum from his lips. “Does it matter?”

“Your scent is doing things to me.” Oswald squeezed the base of his swollen cock, and his eyebrows drew together. “You’re dangerous. You can kill me.”

He was serious. He knew.

Tino sighed and pressed a kiss to the most delightful cock of them all.

“I can, but I don’t want to. I’d much rather enjoy you alive.”

Mouth turned down and eyes burning, Oswald grabbed a fistful of Tino’s hair and pushed his cock back into Tino’s waiting mouth.

Tino moaned and curved his back, clutching the covers in his fists as Oswald plowed his throat.

Tears streaming down his cheeks, he flew on the inside. So much passion. Coming off the powerful alpha, it filled him in waves.

Even Oswald’s desire tasted different. It was layered, complex, and so intense it made Tino’s back and tailbone tingle. He could so easily burst into his true form and ride Oswald for hours until his ass literally sucked the life out of the man. But he didn’t want to. He wanted Oswald alive and strong so he could enjoy him over and over.

Suddenly, Oswald pulled on his hair and dragged him off his cock. Tino flicked his tongue to catch the last drop of precum, but Oswald pushed him back. Flopping on the mattress, Tino whined. His hole ached, leaking slick, and his nipples itched.

He writhed on the bed, touching himself all over, lace and satin stroking his skin.

“I’ve made myself virginal for you,” he whimpered. “The way you like it. Tight and small. Innocent.”

Oswald smirked evilly. He tore his shirt off and stepped out of his slacks. “There’s nothing innocent about you.”

“I can pretend.”

“Yes, you’re good at pretending, aren’t you?”

Tino fingered the strings on his panties. “It’s so smooth and little. I haven’t touched it, not even with a pinkie. This body is as pure as it could be. Do you want to see?”

Stroking his cock, Oswald jerked his chin toward Tino’s hips. “Show me.”

Slowly, Tino turned his back to Oswald and curved his lower spine. He pushed his ass out and rocked, showing off his round ass cheeks through the transparent lace. Then he tugged on one string. The panties loosened. He ran a hand over his crease, the fabric crinkling under his fingers. He let it fall aside and wiggled his hips. The panties slid down his thigh to the garter, where they remained hanging.

With his hand covering his crease, Tino spread his legs wider. Then he moved his hand higher. With two fingers, he framed his pucker.

He’d taken extra care with this human form. His hole was a work of art. The sweetest little flower about to bloom. Unblemished, pale pink, the rim just puffy enough to show ripeness, but the ring so tight Oswald would have to fight his way in. It must be glistening with slick, though. Tino couldn’t contain that.

“I’m a virgin, Sir. Just for you. Will you ruin me, please?”

Oswald was quiet behind him, unmoving. Seconds passed, and Tino grew impatient. Why wasn’t Oswald saying anything? Why wasn’t he touching Tino? He could be pushing his big dick inside already.