Page 7 of His Incubus Husband

The boy’s slender, pink cock jerked and spat a few drops of white cum onto his abdomen.

“That’s it. Let it happen. You’ll learn to love this.”

Valentino’s hole clenched, the strong inner muscles squeezing Oswald’s cock like a pair of fists. The tiny hole milked and sucked his cock, and he sank deeper, pushing through the last resistance. He sheathed himself to the hilt and wrapped his arms around Valentino. Growling, he rutted against the sweet ass. His cockhead pushed into the soft cushion of the boy’s closed virgin sprout of a womb.

Valentino wailed and came again.

Fuck, Oswald was going to lose it. The omega’s body worked his cock like a damned vacuum. How was he doing that?

Oswald pulled out, making the boy squeal with surprise. He caught Valentino’s legs, flipped him over, and pressed his chest into the mattress. He dragged Valentino’s hips up and pushed back inside the slippery hole.

“I’ll ruin you, sweetheart,” he growled.

Valentino let out a strangled groan.

Oswald clutched the slender hips and fucked. He took the fragile young body over and over, mercilessly, hitting his womb while Valentino clawed at the sheets. When he came the third time, his inner walls milking Oswald’s dick, Oswald finally let go.

He climaxed on a roar. He was submerged in his fantasy now. He’d taken this innocent sweetheart and he’d broken him in. He’d taught the clueless boy how to receive and love a big cock. He’d defiled the pretty hole and stained it with his cum, claiming the beauty in a way nobody would ever be able to again.

His little virgin went limp underneath him, sore and fucked out.

Oswald retreated, watching his cockhead stretch the reddened rim on the way out. The innocent pink star was ruined. Valentino now had a slack gape surrounded by flappy ass lips, red tissue exposed, a mass of swollen flesh, beaten and busted open. It twitched helplessly, and a dollop of cum oozed out. Oswald used two fingers to push it back into the stretched opening. Valentino purred.

Oswald prodded and felt around the warm hole, soft like satin and drooling oily juices.

“Fuck. You bruised my womb,” Valentino said, his voice stronger, out of character. The game was over. “I’m glad you weren’t my first. You’re ruthless.”

Chuckling, Oswald pressed Valentino into the mattress, lying on top of him.

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell no. Your dick is like a damned steel rod. I had a hard time not coming when you shoved it in the first time.”

“Well, I had a hard time not coming when you said it hurts in that sweet, shaky voice. The tears were a nice touch.”

“You’re a pig.”

“How in the hell did you manage to keep your hole clenched so tight for the entire time?”

Valentino pushed up, and Oswald lifted, letting him turn onto his side. The boy was grinning, eyes twinkling. “Rigorous training,” he said and winked.

Oswald let out a broken half laugh. Valentino was trouble.

“I want a shower,” the boy said imperiously as he sat up. “Then it’s my turn.”

“Oh?”

“I’m tying you to the bed for the rest of the night.”

Valentino tapped Oswald’s nose with one slender finger and rolled off the bed. He walked toward the ensuite, his beautiful ass cheeks bunching up.

“You better have some rope in the closet, Sir Oswald.”

Valentino was good with ropes. Terrifyingly so. Oswald lay on his back, supported on a mound of pillows, spreadeagled. His ankles were fastened in slings and tied to the bedposts while his wrists were pinned to the headboard.

His captor was nowhere to be seen.

He could be robbing Oswald right now. Oswald chuckled to himself at the thought. With his safe secured, his office locked, and cameras spread out in all the important rooms of his mansion, Valentino could take very little and had next to no chance of escaping with his loot.