Page 25 of His Incubus Husband

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said.

Then he stood, untied his robe, and lined up. He pressed his cockhead against the silky pucker and rubbed a circle around it. Valentino trembled but otherwise held still.

“How come you’re so tiny again, huh? Your hole looks unspoiled.”

“Just for you, Sir Oswald. This body was made only for you. Do whatever you want with it.”

Made for him? And it wasn’t hyperbole, was it? The creature made this fresh, young body for him, seemingly overnight.

He pressed with his cockhead, prodding at the tight ring of muscle. It was clamped shut, but as he pushed, it clenched and unclenched, and a drop of liquid escaped from the center. Such a tease.

“You’ve made one more virginal hole for me to bust open?” he rasped, disbelieving his own words. Yet it was true.

“Yes, Sir Oswald,” Valentino whispered. “This body is all new and innocent.”

“But you aren’t.”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, Sir.”

Oswald had said he wanted to be in control. Valentino had granted him his wish, was promising him unlimited obedience, and was acting so meekly, Oswald could almost believe it.

What an alluring illusion. In reality, Oswald knew he was utterly and irrevocably under the creature’s spell.

He wanted to reclaim power, to possess, use, and mark…

He pushed inside. The pale pink flesh stretched open, resisting, fighting back, but to no avail. He forced through.

Valentino let out a sweet little yelp, and his muscles twitched.

“Hold still!” Oswald barked.

He’d never treat an actual innocent this way. Hell, the last time he had a virgin in his bed, ages ago, he’d been in love. He’d kissed and teased and coaxed the young omega and made him come countless times before teaching him to love a dick. He couldn’t for the life of him remember that young man’s name…

This “virgin” didn’t need coaxing.

Oswald sank inside him to the root in one long thrust, nestling his cockhead deep in the slight body, and closed his eyes. He put his palm underneath the omega’s belly button, feeling for the bulge his dick made.

The snuggest, tightest chamber cradled his erection, the most delightful, warm cocksleeve.

He pressed with his hips, shoving Valentino against the desk, just making sure he was as deep as he could be. His cockhead was cushioned by the softest mouth, like a caress from desire itself, the gate to the creature’s greedy womb just as pristine as his hole.

“Are you going to suck my dick with your ass like last night?” he asked.

“Do you want me to, Sir Oswald?” Valentino piped up, sounding breathless.

“Later. First, I want to fuck you over my desk. Stay still and take it. You won’t come. This is for my pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir Oswald.”

He pulled out slowly, watching the pink rim slide up his dick, leaving glistening smears on the shaft. Then he surged back in, hard, until Valentino’s ass cheeks bunched up with the punishing thrust.

“Aaah!”

Ruthless, he screwed the tight, youthful body like a slab of meat. In and out, wet slaps echoing through the room. He fucked and fucked, savoring the quiet cries and sobs. Gritting his teeth, he held onto his composure for as long as he could.

He took out his frustration on that hole.

Why couldn’t he figure out who Valentino was? Why wasn’t he allowed to know? Why was he so helpless against the creature’s charms? He didn’t believe in dark magic and supernatural beings and all that hokum. Things that defied logic shouldn’t exist!