Page 21 of His Incubus Husband

Tino lifted his hips higher and lowered his shoulders. He pushed with his ass, making the itty-bitty pucker open. He clenched the youthful muscle and released.

He could feel Oswald’s desire pulsating in the air. Why wasn’t the man doing anything?

“Do you like my little asshole?” he asked in a whisper.

Abruptly, two hands landed on his ass cheeks with a smack. Fingers dug into muscle.

Oswald opened his mouth over Tino’s pucker and sucked.

Tino cried out.

Oswald feasted on him. He laved and licked and swirled his tongue around then sucked on Tino’s ass lips. He couldn’t get more than the tip of his tongue inside, but the resistance made him growl and groan.

“It’s so tiny,” Tino teased between gasps. “Aah. Fresh and unused. Just for you. Aah! You’ll have to…stretch me with force. Break me in. Hurt me.”

One last lick. The mattress shifted. Oswald knelt behind Tino on one leg; his other foot must have remained on the floor. Good for purchase during a hard fuck.

Tino began to beg.

“Please, Sir. Do it. Be rough, please. Ruin me, Sir, hurt me, please!”

With his thumbs, Oswald pulled on Tino’s skin, trying to open him up enough for his cockhead to fit in. Then he pushed through the resistance of Tino’s body in a single ruthless thrust.

They both shouted when Oswald’s thick cock surged inside. The human part of Tino was in agony, wailing from pain, but a swell of glorious passion seeped into his every pore, filling his empty chest with heavenly euphoria. Oswald grabbed Tino’s hips and thrust deeper, fighting his way in relentlessly, and as he lost control, his lust flowed into Tino in the strongest stream. The purest, most decadent lust. Tino gorged himself on it. Let the Dark Lord help him, but he’d never get enough!

Oswald’s balls pressed against Tino’s taint. The pain and the fullness felt exquisite.

The demon in Tino couldn’t be contained.

Tino let out a piercing cry, inhuman and sinister. His tight hole squeezed Oswald’s dick and began sucking. It needed. It craved, and it had been denied for too long.

Oswald gasped, and his hands dug into Tino’s flesh hard enough to bruise.

“Fuuuck!!”

Tino pushed back on raw instinct, but Oswald wouldn’t be able to pull out if he wanted to. Tino’s rim clamped onto the base of his cock hungrily, and his inner muscles milked and sucked his erection, keeping it lodged inside Tino to the root. The womb of this human form was tiny and pure, but now it awoke. The mouth found Oswald’s cockhead by itself and latched onto it.

His demonic tongue rolled out, and Tino shrieked. Shit, he sounded like the basest creature in hell. But he couldn’t help it.

His body took what it wanted. His flesh rippled and undulated, loving the hard dick. Slick oozed out of him, making his ass smack and squelch as it consumed Oswald’s cock.

“What the hell?! Fuck! Fuck!!!” Roaring down the house, Oswald came. Tino’s ass and womb sucked him to completion, drawing his cum out.

The pleasure was devastating. Tino burst into the most violent climax of his life. And he’d been alive for over a thousand years.

His hole pulsated around Oswald’s cock, and Oswald’s seed spurted into his womb.

Oh, he was so happy. So much pleasure, so much joy, so much passion. And Oswald’s desire filled every nook of his being as his cum filled his core. Tino felt the thick splashes hitting the walls of his womb while the musk of alpha sweat filled his lungs. Why was Oswald’s lust a hundred times more satisfying than any other alpha’s?

But now Oswald trembled behind him. Poor man.

With a sigh, Tino shifted, dislodging Oswald’s dick. Then he rolled, catching Oswald in his arms before the man could collapse.

Oswald was panting, his body quivering. His hips jerked with aftershocks.

“Shh. Shh.”

Tino untied the string on the front of his top and exposed his nipples. He guided Oswald’s lips to one.