Page 51 of His Incubus Husband

But Tino wasn’t just any omega.

His body tensed, and a tidal wave of ecstasy washed over him. The breeding orgasm made him scream and push back as he fucked himself on his husband’s hand mindlessly.

When Oswald pulled his hand out, Tino cried out, bereft.

“Come here and ride me while we watch together to the end what a slut you are.”

Tino grinned.

He was so lucky.

He straddled his alpha with his back to his chest and sank eagerly onto the greatest cock of them all.

His beloved prize.

His bruised, loose hole recognized it immediately and tingled with renewed delight.

“You can let go, my boy. I’ve got you.”

Tino purred as the energy he’d kept locked inside him spilled over and rushed into his limbs.

He watched himself, the human version of him, on the screens—a sweet young man, a beautiful, innocent-looking omega with big blue eyes and golden hair, a frilly, baby-blue nightie accentuating the impeccable curves of his chest and rosy nipples. The sweet angel was buffeted between three unhinged men, used, tainted, fucked, bred…

What a night.

His husband’s mighty cock nudged the sore mouth of his womb, and he let go.

His horns grew from his forehead, and his tail lengthened as his wings burst out. His skin shimmered, bloodred, and golden cum sprayed from his bouncing cock.

“There’s my little demon. Oh, how I love you.”

Oswald grabbed his tail and pulled on it the way Tino adored.

“You drove them insane. They’ll wake up tomorrow drowning in shame. You’re such a clever little thing, my sweetest.”

Tino mewled as his ass clutched the firm girth inside him. His tissues had healed when he had changed forms, and now his inner muscles clenched with renewed flexibility. He was tight and fresh like a virgin, and Oswald moaned with pleasure.

“Mhmm. I’m the happiest man in the world.”

Tino watched how the general and the bishop on the screen pulled on his body and pushed each other aside, arguing about who’d get the next turn. They ended up double-dicking him again while the minister snored on the sofa, passed out.

Knowing the recording would soon end, Tino stopped paying attention. He focused on his husband instead. He sped up, bouncing up and down, intentionally clenching his hole as fast as he could. Oswald made a raw, joyous sound.

“My freaky demon. My own. Make me come with your magic ass. Just like that.”

“I love you, Oswald. I love you so much. I love you.”

He closed his eyes and let his nature take over. The inhuman part of him made his body move in the perfect rhythm, drawing the longest, most intense orgasm out of his beloved husband.

His body soaked the cum right up. In this form, nothing would be wasted. His husband’s cum wouldn’t ever drool out of him only to be smeared and washed away like filth. His husband’s cum was a gift. His demonic womb clutched the tip of his alpha’s cock, sinking down like a hungry mouth, and sucked up the spurts of precious seed. His wings flapped as he exploded with the kind of pleasure only an incubus in love could feel.

Finally sated, he curled up by his husband’s side and stroked Oswald’s chest. His wings folded onto the bedding and his pointy tail swung idly over the edge of the bed.

Oswald stroked his hair and horns.

“Did you have a pleasant evening, my dear?” Tino asked.

“Most pleasant. I like watching you feed. And you? Were they enough for you?”