Page 28 of His Incubus Husband

Oswald led him to the bathroom. He washed him in the bathtub, taking his time to pamper and caress the impeccable body, delving his fingers into crevices and tracing curves. He shampooed Valentino’s soft hair, rinsed it carefully, and dried him with a fluffy towel.

Valentino gave him curious glances, seemingly confused.

“What?” Oswald asked. “Something not to your liking?”

“No, Sir Oswald. You’re being very kind to me.”

“Why the frown, then? Would you prefer it if I spanked you again?”

“I love all the ways you touch me, Sir Oswald. Whether you give me pain or pleasure… Everything is a precious gift to me. Thank you.”

It was a game, Oswald knew. But he couldn’t help seeing some truth in the creature’s ageless eyes. He wondered if Valentino had ever had a lover who’d taken care of him.

He brought him to the bedroom and kissed him head to toe.

Valentino writhed on the bed, crying out and begging sweetly, as Oswald gorged himself on his drugging nectar.

He didn’t stop until he made the creature squirt slick, catching the spurts of it on his tongue.

Then he lay between Valentino’s spread legs and slowly made love to him.

“I want to breed you again,” he said.

“Whatever you wish,” Valentino breathed against his lips. “I want nothing more than your seed in my womb, Sir.”

He put his slender hands on Oswald’s ass and hooked his legs around Oswald’s back. The angle changed, and Oswald’s cockhead pressed straight into Valentino’s inner opening. Valentino’s eyes flashed red when the channel opened.

The plush mouth grabbed onto Oswald’s cockhead and sucked on it while the tight ass milked Oswald’s shaft.

Oswald thrust his tongue into Valentino’s mouth and let himself be swept away. Drowning in ecstasy, he released his cum deep into the creature’s core.

Later, he lay in Valentino’s arms, his head on the young omega’s slender chest, a pretty nipple just before his mouth.

He could suck it. Go into a rut. Spend the night knotting into the demon…

But he didn’t want oblivion, however pleasurable.

“Will you come to me again?” he asked. He didn’t sound needy, at least not to his own ears. He simply wanted to know.

“Do you want me to?” Valentino whispered.

“Yes. You’ll come to me and be mine again.”

“When?”

Such a simple question.

“Friday evening. I’ll be home late. I want to find you waiting for me in my bed.”

Slender fingers combed through his hair.

“Who do you want me to be?”

The question made Oswald smile. Was there a menu he could order from? This sweet blond virgin with an asshole that renewed itself overnight wasn’t the only option, was it? How many forms did the demon have?

“Suprise me,” Oswald said.

Valentino hummed. “I can do that.”