Page 29 of His Incubus Husband

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CHANGEABLE

Sir Oswald Sandoval was lucky.

Feared by some of the most powerful men in the country, he was involved in intrigue and high-stakes games at a level where nobody survived for long. He never wanted a partner or a family and didn’t indulge in frivolous thoughts about love or happiness. Yet without even trying, he came home to love; exquisite love, the sweetest pleasure, and boundless joy.

Every Friday evening, he found love on his bed. Some days, it came in the form of an innocent omega, different every time yet always breathtakingly beautiful and always in love with him.

The young beauty would have tears in his eyes when Oswald kissed him for the first time. Oswald would claim the omega’s innocence—sometimes seducing him with tenderness, sometimes taking him with force—and he’d spend the weekend turning the tiniest virginal pucker into a fucked-out, filthy hole.

On occasion, love would climb into his window like a thief, hungry and dangerous, smelling of sin. It would devour him. Eyes glowing red, the demon would ride his cock, nurse him with poisonous nectar, and demand his knot. The red beast had claws, wings like a bat, and a long tail—or maybe that had been a hallucination. For hours, Oswald would be lost between agony and ecstasy, wondering if he’d ever emerge alive. What a way to die.

And some days, an obedient serf waited for him, kneeling by the bed, ready to fulfill Oswald’s every wish. He’d kiss Oswald’s feet, suck his cock, and follow Oswald like a shadow, naked and on all fours, hole wet and open for whenever Oswald wanted to fuck it or shove his fist into it.

Every Friday night, Valentino came to fulfill Oswald’s basest fantasies. By Sunday, he vanished again. Oswald was annoyed by Valentino’s sudden departures, but the knowledge that his little demon would be back soothed him.

Yes, he was a lucky man indeed.

Walking down the empty hallway, Oswald tilted his head from side to side, stretching his neck as he loosened his tie. He’d had a hellish week.

As he neared his bedroom, he felt the tension melt away, replaced by giddy anticipation. Who would be waiting for him tonight? He knew who, but how would he look this time?

He pushed the door open, and his chest filled with warmth at the sight before him. He recognized the blond omega he’d first met months ago. Innocent and sweet, with huge, guileless eyes, the boy wore white lingerie, including a lace chemise and high stockings. The tiny panties were see-through, revealing his soft little cock and hairless balls. He had white flowers in his hair and a lace choker around his slender neck. He looked like a young groom on his wedding night. So very beautiful.

Oswald wondered why, after all the games they’d played over the past weeks, the creature had chosen this form. It felt more personal.

The scent filling the air made Oswald half hard already. Fresh slick from a young hole, clean sweat, expensive shampoo, an omega’s arousal with a hint of fear. The smell of a horny virgin.

Valentino rested sideways on the bed, his expression shy and fearful. “Good evening, Sir Oswald,” he said timidly.

“Good evening.”

“I have a gift for you, Sir Oswald.”

“Oh?”

A small velvet box tied with a pink ribbon sat on the bedding in front of Valentino.

“Do you want me to open it now?” Oswald asked.

Valentino nodded and bit his lip, his gaze on the floor. He looked too bashful. What was the nefarious creature up to now?

Oswald took off his jacket and tie and opened the top buttons of his shirt. Feeling more comfortable, he reached for the box and untied the ribbon. He removed the lid and frowned at the contents. It looked like a USB stick.

“What is this?”

“Something I made just for you, Sir Oswald.”

For a moment, Oswald wondered if it was wise to plug the thing into his laptop, but he dismissed the thought. He’d known for a while that Valentino wasn’t his enemy. The creature’s motivations had nothing to do with Oswald’s businesses and politics.

Or so Oswald thought.

He sat in his armchair, opened his laptop, and inserted the stick. It contained three large video files.

Meanwhile, Valentino climbed off the bed and crawled on all fours toward him. He laid his chin on Oswald’s thigh and gazed at him beseechingly. One little flower fell from his hair and clung to the lace of his chemise, just by his left nipple.

“I hope you’ll like it, Sir Oswald. I only thought of you when I prepared your present.”