Page 50 of His Incubus Husband

The energy inside him spiraled to incredible heights until he felt like he wouldn’t be able to hold it all. But he had to.

He feasted on their lust, on the filthy minds and base urges of those men, and he came…and came…and came…

Tino closed the bedroom door softly and tiptoed inside. He was covered with bite marks and bruises, his throat was raw, and his swollen, stretched asshole made wet, sloppy sounds as he walked. Slimy liquid ran down his inner thighs. He wouldn’t try to join his husband on the mattress and risk waking him up. He would just curl up on the dog bed as quietly as he could.

The lamp blinked to life.

Oswald lay on the bed, still in his white shirt and slacks, wide awake. He folded his arms over his chest and gazed at Tino with his dark eyes, eating him up.

“Turn around.”

Tino obeyed and waited.

“Spread your legs and bend over. Show me.”

He held onto one of the bed posts for support and pushed his ass out, showing his husband what the alphas downstairs did to his poor hole.

“Stay like that.”

He shivered a little but wouldn’t think of disobeying.

A rustling sound and a click of a button alerted him to what was about to happen. In front of him on the opposite wall, large doors slid open, revealing a big screen divided into four frames. Oswald clicked with the remote, and four videos began playing the events of only half an hour ago. Each frame captured the scene from a different angle.

Tino was on his knees in the middle of the living room, the general naked behind him, red in the face. Sweat was pouring from him in rivulets. He looked exhausted, almost in pain, but his hard dick plunged in and out of Tino’s hole relentlessly, like he couldn’t help himself. The minister knelt in front of Tino, fucking his eager mouth. The bishop stood next to the minister, his hard cock almost purple. He shoved it into the minister’s face. The older alpha opened with a groan and eagerly sucked the young bishop’s throbbing dick.

Oswald chuckled. “This is my favorite part.”

Tino waited, watching himself being used and ravaged in the videos. His gaping ass drooled down his taint.

“Kneel on the bed. Keep watching.”

He got on all fours. It would never occur to him to disobey his husband. What Oswald said was the law.

“That’s it.”

His husband’s fingers grazed the raw mass of loose flesh that used to be his innocent pink pucker. Then they began burrowing inside.

His eyes watering with the pressure, Tino groaned.

“You were double-dicked three times tonight. This is nothing, huh?”

On the screen, the bishop was spanking him roughly before he buried his face between Tino’s ass cheeks. The minister pushed the bishop away and latched onto Tino’s pucker while Tino came again, laughing out loud. Then the men made him straddle the bishop, sit on his cock. The bishop held him to his chest while the minister and the general took turns double-dicking him.

As they watched the mayhem on the screens, Oswald pushed his hand into Tino.

“You were such a lovely innocent thing before dinner, and now I have my fist in your guts. You really are a whore.”

“Yes. I am.”

“My filthy, insatiable whore.”

“Yes.”

“They fucked you for three hours straight. But I bet they didn’t know you could do this.”

Oswald pressed his fingers into the bruised mouth of Tino’s womb, and Tino wailed with the onslaught of pleasure. The finger wriggled and prodded then pumped in and out, forcefully breaching the channel to Tino’s womb.

For anyone else, this would be painful outside of heat.