Page 33 of His Incubus Husband

“Yes.” This time, the omega looked up, and his eyes flashed red for a split second.

“Food.” Oswald had known for a while what Valentino was, but having it confirmed was different. As if a fantasy or a dream suddenly became real. But it had been real all the time, hadn’t it?

Valentino was not human.

“I need to feel lust,” the creature said. “It’s what sustains me.”

“How often?”

“Nearly every day.”

Oswald grunted. He’d suspected as much.

Valentino licked his lips and gazed at Oswald with what could only be described as hunger. Hunger for food.

“But none of those men fulfills me as much as you do,” he said in a deep, ageless voice. “Your cum in my womb invigorates me like nothing else. I adore your cock, the taste of your sweat, the way you move and moan…the way you breathe. I love hearing your heartbeat and feeling the blood rush through your veins. Your lust tastes the best.”

Oswald wasn’t sure how he felt about being the incubus’s favorite meal.

“Why did you want to help me?”

Valentino shrugged.

“Explain. No lies.”

Valentino dropped his gaze, timid again, his cheeks the most gorgeous tint of pink.

“You were stressed,” he murmured. “I like it when you’re happy.”

Oswald sighed.

“I wasn’t happy seeing them touch you. I was aroused watching you feed on them. But not happy.”

“Will you forgive me, Sir Oswald?”

Of course he would. The alternative was unthinkable. He wanted, needed, to find Valentino in his bed every Friday.

“I will forgive you. But first, your punishment.”

A brilliant smile flashed across Valentino’s face before he hung his head and waited.

Oswald left the room. He walked all the way to the stables, and it gave him time to think. The fresh air helped. He collected the items he wanted and strode back. He’d been gone for nearly ten minutes, but when he returned to his bedroom, Valentino was kneeling in the exact same place, same position.

“Get up.”

The boy stood.

“Stand by the bed, hands on the mattress.”

Valentino walked to the bed and bent over, pushing his ass out. The half-moons of his pale ass cheeks peeking out from the lace panties were pale and blemish-free. Not for long.

Oswald caressed the riding crop, fingering the leather tip.

“You’ll take it and thank me for it.”

He showed Valentino the crop.

Valentino gave a small nod. “Yes, Sir Oswald.”