Page 48 of His Incubus Husband

“Should I tell your husband what a dirty whore you are?” came another voice from a dark corner of the living room.

The general tensed, but Tino didn’t stop sucking the man’s cock. Instead, he lifted his hips up, raising himself on his knees and pushing his ass out. Mouth tightly around the general’s dick, he pulled his ass cheeks wide apart.

“You don’t want me to tell him, then.”

The minister of justice himself. Tino would have laughed if his mouth weren’t full of a hardening dick.

He circled his hips, offering his ass to the other man in the most blatant way. He didn’t have to wait. The scent of his slick and release had lured the alphas in.

He could sense the young bishop in the room, standing in the shadows by the door. Watching. He could get his turn later. Tino had plenty of time.

The minister knelt behind him.

“You’re filthy. You look all sweet and coy, but you’re so fucking filthy.”

This cock was bigger. Not as big as Oswald’s, no, but deliciously thick and long. The minister pushed ruthlessly, not waiting for Tino to accommodate him. He just rammed his shaft in to the root, then he dragged it slowly back out and then slammed it back in.

Tino whimpered.

Fully hard anew, the general was getting frantic above him. He gripped Tino’s head with both hands, fisting the soft hair, and pushed his cock into Tino’s throat without care for Tino’s breathing. Luckily, this body had been trained to deepthroat the impressive girth of his husband. The general’s ruthless throat-fucking didn’t faze him. As the alphas lost control, using his holes to chase their pleasure, his chest filled with more sparkles, getting warmer, tingling. Oh yes. This was what he needed. The unbridled lust poured from the alphas into him and changed into raw power. Tino fed on it and rejoiced. His strength grew, and as he soared toward another sweet climax, his scent became a drug no man on Earth could withstand.

“Dirty fucking whore. You filthy bitch. Look what you made me do,” the minister babbled, his hips stuttering. “I’ll fucking breed you. In your husband’s house. I’ll breed your filthy hole!”

The preppy, cold alpha changed into a lusty animal. He came on an impressive roar. Tino clenched his hole and wiggled his ass, milking the man’s cock as it throbbed with the climax.

The minister retreated, and Tino’s ass squelched as it let go of the big dick. Grunting, the general pulled on Tino’s hair with one hand and grabbed the base of his dick with the other. He jerked himself furiously, his slimy cockhead bumping Tino’s nose. The cum splattered on Tino’s face and dribbled down his jaw.

“Fuck.” The general pushed him away and staggered to the counter. He grabbed the glass of bourbon and gulped. He poured himself more and filled another glass.

He handed it to the minister, who’d sat on the sofa opposite, his meaty cock hanging out.

The old men drank, lust, anger, and confusion muddling their thoughts. They should have been sated, but they couldn’t take their eyes off Tino. Oh, if they only knew what they had gotten themselves into. One fuck would never be enough. Now they’d tasted Tino, they’d crave him over and over until they collapsed. If Tino wanted, he could make them fuck him until they died of exhaustion. But he wasn’t so cruel.

The two alphas didn’t even blink when the bishop wandered into the light, stroking his cock, his gaze pinned on Tino kneeling on the floor.

Tino didn’t bother getting up. He rested on his haunches, his ass oozing a filthy cocktail onto the mahogany floor. He’d made sure to stay off the carpets. Oswald liked those Persians, and Tino wouldn’t soil them with these men’s filth. He blinked up at the bishop and used his fingers to scoop up the cum streaks on his face. He slowly licked his finger and scooped up some more. He shuffled on his knees, bent over, and licked the cum stain on the floor while pushing his gaping ass toward the bishop.

The young bishop swore like no man of God should ever do. He grabbed Tino’s head and pushed his cheek into the large stain while tugging his ass up.

He didn’t say a word. He sheathed himself in Tino’s sloppy hole and fucked.

His long cock hit the mouth of Tino’s womb in this position, and Tino let out cries of pure delight. Toward the end, he mewled and drooled, his entire body oversensitive and poised on the precipice. With his cheek pressed into the other alphas’ cum, he breathed in their lust.

He peeled his teary eyes open and eyed the leather sofas. The older alphas sat there, drinks in their hands, slowly stroking their fat mature dicks. They were ready to go again.

The younger alpha had more stamina, though. He moved like a machine, in and out, growling like a predator, until he slammed into Tino’s body, his cockhead jamming into the cushion of Tino’s closed womb.

Tino saw stars as he came, feeding off the bishop’s desperate climax.

The young alpha stood and slapped Tino’s ass hard. Then he went to make himself a drink.

Tino reached back and caressed his poor hole. It was stretched out and swollen, the rim puffy. When he prodded around it, it felt like his flesh was about to pour out of him. But only clots of cum and slick leaked out. He was so well fucked already.

He stood on shaky legs and walked over to the minister, who watched him with flinty eyes.

“What? Don’t you have enough?”

“You’re still hard, sir. Let me take care of you,” he said politely and knelt.