Page 6 of His Incubus Husband

Had the boy truly been a virgin, Oswald would have taken hours to tease and torture him. But this was a game. A filthy fantasy.

And he was done being patient.

He pulled out his finger and knelt between Valentino’s spread legs. Big blue eyes gazed up at him, full of anticipation.

Oswald opened his pants and slowly stroked his cock.

Valentino stared at it, mouth agape, fear bleeding from his eyes. When the omega made a move to scramble backward, Oswald grabbed his legs and folded him in half, swiftly lining himself up.

The next second, before his shy little virgin could protest, he pushed at the tiny hole, forcing his cockhead inside.

“Augh!”

Valentino scrunched up his face and panted, digging his nails into Oswald’s pecs.

“It hurts!”

His rim was locked around Oswald’s dick, squeezing him like a fist. It felt absolutely incredible.

This is way too real.

“Breathe through the pain, sweetheart,” Oswald said hoarsely. “It’ll pass.”

“Hurts so much…”

“I know, baby boy. It must. Breathe.”

Valentino’s chest rose and sank, and he slowly peeled his eyes open. Tears escaped from the corners.

Oswald bent over him and kissed him gently, just a brush of his lips.

Then he thrust deeper.

Valentino keened but made no move to push him off. He placed a shaking hand on Oswald’s nape and gasped against his lips. Oswald paused, counting to ten. He was going to lose it in the snug heat of Valentino’s body.

“Does it still hurt?”

Valentino gave one jerky nod. “Not as bad as before, though,” he whispered. “You’re so big.”

“I’ll make the pain go away.”

He pulled out an increment and thrust back in, fucking Valentino with barely half of his length.

Suddenly, Valentino’s eyes grew big, and he stared at Oswald open-mouthed. On the next thrust, he sighed. Oswald pushed only one inch deeper, and Valentino let out a sweet moan.

“Better?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh God.” Another moan. “I’m so full. You’re so deep in me.”

“You’ll take me to the hilt tonight, baby boy.”

“I can’t. You’re too big. It’s my first time… I can’t…”

Oswald silenced him with a kiss and continued feeding his hole with slow, lazy fucks. When he felt the omega relax a little more, he braced himself above him, watching with contentment the innocent beauty spoiled one thrust at a time. A deep flush crept up the omega’s chest and spilled into his cheeks. He whimpered at every fuck, his frail hands clasping Oswald’s upper arms. His forehead glistened with sweat. His hole remained snug, the smallest, tightest little ass Oswald had ever fucked, but it leaked slick like a faucet, wetting Oswald’s balls.

Pressing Valentino into the mattress, he thrust harder. The resistance of Valentino’s body lessened with every thrust. Oswald worked himself deeper and deeper, and the boy whimpered and sobbed, tears trailing down his temples. His cock was hard, though, and suddenly, on a particularly hard thrust, he tensed.

“Aaah! Aaah! Oh please!”