Page 42 of His Incubus Husband

This was real. Not a game. Not a role play.

All of this was real. He’d married this creature, and he owned him now.

He kissed Tino’s hole relentlessly, drinking the drugging juices and licking deep to reach the silkiest flesh inside.

Tino grabbed fistfuls of the bedding, and the perfume from the crushed rose petals blended with the scent of his arousal. He seemed to be suppressing his moans, maybe ashamed of his body’s primitive reactions, but soon, he couldn’t hold back. He rolled his hips, fucking himself on Oswald’s tongue, and babbled nonsense between high-pitched cries of pleasure.

“Oh… Oooh. What are you…? Oh my God! My alpha! Aaah! I’m… I’m… I can’t anymore… Oh please, please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Aah. Aaah. What…? What’s happening… what are you…? Oh my God! More! I love you so much. Oh please, more!”

Tino squirted into Oswald’s mouth not once but three times.

He was flushed and panting when Oswald rose between his spread legs and firmly gripped the undersides of his thighs. He lined his erection up with Tino’s opening and pressed the tip against the rosy flesh.

Tino’s mouth hung open, his eyes half-lidded, and he was flushed almost to his belly.

“You will take me now?” he piped up, his voice shaky.

“Yes.”

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, but he didn’t say anything. He waited, his expression fearful yet open.

“I love you, too, my husband,” Oswald said.

With that, he drove inside.

The piercing cries Tino let out would forever be etched into Oswald’s memory. Pleasure, pain, and joy, all in one beautiful melody.

His hole was slippery with oily slick but as tight as ever, fighting back as Oswald pushed forward. He was as careful as he’d ever been with anyone, slowly working his way into Tino’s body in short, shallow thrusts. Tino’s face changed from panic and discomfort to surprised pleasure and, finally, unfiltered lust. His lips formed an O, and his moans grew deeper.

When Oswald was finally to the root, he lay over Tino and kissed him before he began fucking him properly, root to tip.

Tino purred into the kiss, and his slender hands found Oswald’s ass cheeks. He dug his nails into Oswald’s muscles, spurring him on, and Oswald thrust harder.

“I’m yours,” Tino gasped between kisses and moans. “Forever. Do what you want with me. Ruin me, breed me, hurt me… Yours. Yours…”

His asshole squeezed Oswald’s dick, and he sobbed as he came. Oswald fucked him slowly, so very slowly, coaxing climax after climax out of the young body until Tino was a whimpering mess.

Only then did he let himself come. He nestled himself as deep as he could, coaxing a yelp from his omega as he pushed up against the sprout of a womb, and let go. He pumped Tino full of cum.

Tino let out a long groan when Oswald withdrew from his fucked-out hole. Still hard, Oswald crawled up the bed and grabbed Tino’s hair roughly. He fed his cum-stained cock into Tino’s gaping mouth, sliding deep into his throat. Tino gagged, and his confused eyes flooded with tears. Oswald thrust roughly, cutting off Tino’s breathing.

“Suck it.”

He began slowly retreating, and Tino hollowed his cheeks, sucking and swallowing obediently. When Oswald pulled out of Tino’s mouth, his cock was clean.

He sat on the bed and took in his ravaged groom.

Tino lay sprawled on the bed, his bent arms limp above his head, his legs spread, thighs smeared with cum and slick. Red marks dotted his skin in odd places where Oswald might have sucked or gripped too hard. His little cock was soft, his belly button full of white cream.

Smiling softly, Tino looked content, the expression in his eyes almost dreamy as he gazed up at Oswald.

“How are you, my dearest?” Oswald asked. He wanted to hear Tino’s voice.

“I’ve never been happier.”

Oswald gathered him into his arms and kissed him possessively. Tino melted into his embrace, pliant and willing.

A mere hour later, Oswald took him from behind, and this time, he was rough.