Page 26 of His Incubus Husband

This fuck was supposed to be a punishment.

But all too soon, pleasure ate away his anger, and he succumbed to lust.

So warm, slippery, and tight. So beautiful. The scent! Those little tremors and cries.

He grabbed Valentino’s hips and pulled on his ass as he plunged forward. His dick tingled from root to tip, the heavenly friction just right, and his cockhead was rewarded by the most loving kisses every time he dove in deep to nudge the omega’s womb.

Valentino’s hole began clenching and rippling, the mouth to his womb pulsated, and he wailed, grappling at the edge of the desk.

“Can’t help it! Forgive me! Forgive me!”

On a scream, Valentino climaxed.

Oswald snarled. He ripped his dick out of the clenching channel and swung his arm.

Slap.

He spanked Valentino’s pert ass in quick succession, hard enough to make his ass cheeks jiggle.

“You horny slut!” he roared.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!”

Except the greedy incubus kept coming. His loosened asshole twitched, the ring of muscle widening into an O, and squirts of slick sprayed out, dousing Oswald’s hand as he kept raining the spanks all over Valentino’s ass.

“Yesss! Oh yes… Aaah!”

Valentino sounded euphoric, damn him.

Then something in Oswald’s mind clicked into place. His own thoughts suddenly made sense in a different way.

Incubus.

That was the name.

A damned incubus.

A surge of fresh energy fueled his muscles as he grabbed Valentino’s arms, twisting them behind the omega’s back. Holding those deceptively frail wrists with one hand, he pushed his cock back in.

He chased his own pleasure. Nothing else mattered. He deserved pleasure. He’d earned it.

This demon had nearly sucked the life out of him.

But now… Now he seemed to be giving it back.

Pumping his hips like a machine, Oswald brought himself closer and closer to the peak.

Valentino gasped for breath, his inner muscles squeezing Oswald’s cock deliciously. Watching his girth sliding in and out, Oswald let the joy consume him. He came hard, fantasies mingling with reality in his mind until it didn’t matter to him what was real and what wasn’t.

He pulled out, aftershocks still making his cock twitch, and gazed at Valentino’s sullied body. Reddened ass cheeks, smears of slick and cum, stretched rim, swollen, puckered ass lips, and white cream oozing out of the gaping hole…

The contrast between the tiny virginal star and whatever this was made Oswald hum with dark satisfaction.

He delivered one last spank to Valentino’s ass, making him shudder.

Then he took a step back and adjusted his robe, tying the belt around his waist. Valentino lay over his desk like a used rag, legs spread, arms limp by his sides, his cheek on the wood. The lace top was wrinkled, bunched around his waist. In front of his face, the polished surface was wet with tears and spit. Valentino’s back lifted with slow breaths.

“You disobeyed me,” Oswald said.