Page 44 of His Incubus Husband

Tino adored that cock more than anything in the world. It was his grand prize, his precious treasure. It ruled over him.

He didn’t even realize he was leaning forward in his effort to get to it as soon as possible.

Oswald grabbed his hair and pulled, angling Tino’s head back.

It’s coming. Soon.

Tino groaned with relief when the thick head rubbed his tongue and slid into his mouth.

“You’re stunning in your nightie, omega. I married well, didn’t I? My young husband is the horniest boy. Choke on my cock, slut.”

He thrust into Tino’s throat, shuttling his humongous cock in and out of the boy’s stretched mouth. Tino’s eyes filled with tears. He was just happy. He pulled on his nipples, his cock throbbed, and his ass leaked a steady stream of slick, wetting his shorts.

Gagging and choking, he took Oswald’s mighty dick as deep as he could.

“You won’t come. I won’t fuck your ass tonight. You’ll remain wet and aching, like the horny slut you are.”

Tino’s empty insides squeezed, more slick oozing out.

“You’ve been so naughty in front of my guests. Such a fucking tease. You’ll sleep on the dog bed.”

He felt the pleasure rise in Oswald. His alpha let out a grunt and shoved his dick even deeper into Tino’s sore throat. Creamy cum poured into his stomach in spurts, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

That’s better.

When Oswald retreated a little, Tino sucked and licked eagerly, cleaning the beloved cock the best he could. Then he showered it with open-mouthed kisses and rubbed his face against it as it slowly softened.

Even soft, it hung heavy and huge, the balls still round and full.

“I love your cock so much, Oswald,” he murmured. He was so aroused and aching that he was shivering.

But he deserved his punishment. He’d take it and be grateful.

“It loves you right back,” Oswald said.

Tino smiled and kissed along the base as Oswald petted his hair.

“Now, go lie down.”

Tino nodded and crawled on all fours to the foot of the large four-poster bed. There on the floor lay a round fluffy dog bed. They didn’t have a dog.

“Be quiet. I want to read.”

Oswald climbed onto the mattress. The remote-controlled lights in the bedroom dimmed, aside from the lamp on the nightstand.

Curling onto his side, Tino lay on the dog bed and closed his eyes. His shorts were wet, and he could smell his own desire. The scent was potent, even more so than usual, and he knew his husband would be affected by it. Quietly and slowly, so no rustling sound would reach his husband’s ears, he sneaked a hand into the back of his shorts. He bit his tongue, suppressing a moan. His ass was so wet. Warm and welcoming. He pushed one finger inside his warmth and buried his face in the fluffy cushion. Slowly and carefully, he began moving his thin little finger in and out.

“Tino!”

He froze. “Yes, my dearest?” he asked.

“Pull that finger out of your ass. Don’t touch yourself or you won’t come tomorrow either.”

His husband couldn’t see him over the edge of the high mattress, but he knew Tino. Sometimes, Tino believed Oswald could read his mind from across the room. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Oswald merely hummed in agreement. A whispering sound of a page turning followed.

Tino lay still, knowing he wouldn’t sleep. Desire swirled through him, merciless and all-consuming. He focused on the aftertaste of cum on the back of his tongue, reminding himself he had his husband’s seed in his belly. He’d made his alpha come. The knowledge soothed him, somewhat.