Page 49 of His Incubus Husband

The alpha stared at him, stunned into silence, as Tino licked along the length of his dick.

“Dammit. I could stay hard for a little teenage slut like you all night.”

Tino wasn’t a teenager anymore, far from it, but he looked very young and knew how to play it up. He’d let the alphas think whatever they wanted.

Batting his eyelashes, gazing at the man with his big blue eyes, he licked all around the minister’s erection.

“Will you let me ride you, sir?”

The minister only smirked, his eyes flashing evilly.

Tino rose and straddled the man with his back to him. He lowered himself onto the hard shaft, moaning as it filled his tightening hole.

The general watched avidly, his glass empty, his hand flying over his cock. The bishop stood by the bar, his eyes zeroed in on Tino’s exposed rim as it swallowed the minister’s girth.

Tino rode the alpha dick, showing off shamelessly. He arched his back, pushing his chest out, his exposed nipples pointing up. Then he leaned back and propped his feet on the sofa cushion. He traced his stretched rim with a finger and stroked his cock, gazing into the general’s eyes, waiting for him to take the hint.

“You’re such a dirty pig, omega,” the general muttered and stood.

The minister grabbed Tino’s thighs, spreading them out wider. “We’ll rip you apart.”

“Just don’t tell my husband, please.”

The older men chuckled. The bishop shook his head and drank. He was teasing his exposed cockhead through his open fly as he gazed at Tino with a mix of longing and fury.

The general took off his pants and underwear and crouched in front of the sofa. He entered Tino with his fingers first, testing the stretch of Tino’s rim around the minister’s dick.

Tino whined, pretending to be afraid. “What will you do to me? Don’t hurt me.”

“It’s going to hurt,” the minister said darkly. “But you’ll like it.”

“Please, be careful.”

“We’ll stuff you full like a fucking turkey, boy.”

The general lined his cock up.

“You want… Oh Lord! Both?” Tino wailed. “Ooh. Aah. Augh!”

The general pushed, forcing through the resistance of Tino’s youthful body. Tino squealed as his ass stretched and stretched, slowly swallowing the two alpha dicks. It didn’t hurt. Of course not. He was flying on the inside, but he simpered and sobbed, acting his part.

“Oh God! Oh God! It’s too much!” he babbled. “You’ll hurt me. Oh, please… Aaah. Aaah. Aaah!”

The men made desperate sounds of mindless desire, completely and irreversibly under Tino’s spell.

Then they began moving, gathering speed, and Tino’s insides softened ever so slowly. After a minute, the dicks shuttled in and out of him freely, his ass smacking and squelching, slick and cum bubbling out. Tino relaxed into their hold and moaned for them, spurring them on.

“Oh… you’re so big. So big in me. Aaah. Mmm. My husband can’t know. Oooh. Aaah. Aaah. It feels so good. So good. Will you come in me?”

“Such a whore ass. Fuck.”

“Take it, you bitch. Take those cocks.”

Licking his lips, Tino glanced at the bishop as his body rocked and swayed with the power of the thrusts. The bishop glowered at him, then he dropped his sleek black pants. He came forward and put one foot up on the sofa, holding onto the backrest. He pushed his hips forward, and Tino managed to catch the alpha's cockhead in his mouth.

Sucking one dick and bearing down onto the two fucking him, he closed his eyes.

The three alphas swore and sweated, their ecstasy just within reach. They had no idea that they wouldn’t find relief. Tino wouldn’t let them. Not until he’d fed.