Page 35 of His Incubus Husband

But he obeyed.

For the entire day, Oswald used Valentino for his pleasure but wouldn’t let him come and didn’t fuck him.

By evening, Valentino’s inner thighs were wet with a constant stream of slick, his eyes glistened with tears, and his lips were chapped from how much he’d been biting on them. The red marks on his ass and thighs hadn’t yet healed, despite the creature being able to change forms overnight.

Valentino was accepting his punishment only to please Oswald.

He was fully naked now, and the air in the bedroom was heavy with the pungent scent of his slick. He licked Oswald’s balls like a kitten while Oswald leaned against the headboard, reading a book. He wasn’t paying attention to it. He was waiting. How long could Valentino take it before he snapped and took control?

But the demon kissed along the base of Oswald’s half-hard shaft and went back to licking his balls. He hummed as if it were a delicious treat.

“Sir Oswald,” he murmured between licks. “May I speak?”

“You may,” Oswald said, not lifting his gaze from the book.

Valentino cradled Oswald’s cock in his hands and kissed the tip tenderly.

“Would you like it if I let you decide?”

The question was slow, heavy with meaning, and Oswald could sense that it hadn’t been easy for Valentino to voice it. Did the demon truly mean it?

“Decide what exactly?”

“About my food.”

Oswald closed the book and glanced down between his legs. Valentino had his eyes closed, and he was rubbing his parted lips along the underside of Oswald’s cock.

“I can’t be your faithful boyfriend,” he whispered.

Oswald had known that. He’d never wanted anything like that. He dreaded the emotional work such commitment required. No, no boyfriends.

“But I’ll be your little pet,” Valentino said. “You’ll teach me, train me, punish me… You can let me go out to find food…or feed me yourself…or bring me meals…watch me feed… Whatever you want.”

He licked and kissed Oswald’s cock between the sentences.

A pet.

“I’ll be obedient.” A lingering kiss to Oswald’s slit. “A good little pet.”

He dragged the flat of his tongue up Oswald’s cock, slow and deliberate, then gave a gentle suck to his cockhead.

“I know you won’t let me starve.”

Oswald imagined it as Valentino tenderly suckled on his cockhead. He could have the boy here in his bed every night. He would have to let him go out and fuck other men, but would it really bother him? He’d be the one in control. He could decide. He could invite people here and watch how his incubus seduced them. He could bring Valentino to a club, collared and chained, and hold him by his hair while random alphas reamed his ass. He could send the creature to seduce his enemies or reward his friends.

And he could wake up every morning to this. Gentle licks and kisses to his cock, sweet sighs and moans… A virgin ass.

“Sit on my dick,” he ordered.

Valentino moved so fast his limbs were a blur. Within a second, he was seated on Oswald’s shaft to the hilt, his cry bouncing off the walls.

“Aaah! My alpha!”

He bounced wildly, fucking himself hard and fast, and in a short while, the first load of his cum splattered on Oswald’s chest.

“Show yourself,” Oswald ordered through clenched teeth. “Show yourself to me.”

Valentino paused, staring at Oswald with wide eyes.