Page 8 of His Incubus Husband

Even so, Oswald was getting annoyed. Had he been tricked?

His thoughts dispersed the next second because Valentino walked back into the bedroom wearing his lace jockstrap and camisole. Without a word, he climbed onto the bed and grabbed Oswald’s dick unceremoniously. He gave it a few purposeful tugs, getting Oswald fully hard. Then he threw his leg over Oswald’s hips and lined himself up.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t even look at Oswald.

He closed his eyes and sank down, moaning loudly.

Then he took what he wanted.

He pushed down and circled his hips until Oswald could feel the mouth of Valentino’s womb rest against his cockhead.

Valentino hummed luxuriously and rocked back and forth and from side to side, using Oswald’s cock to massage the spot deep inside him. Then he lifted and pushed back down, hard.

Oswald grunted.

With his hands braced behind him on Oswald’s thighs, Valentino fucked himself with abandon. Over and over. Hard, fast. Then slow. Then he would just sit and clench his hole, making deep, guttural noises. His hard cock trapped in the lace oozed precum.

All the while, he had impeccable timing when it came to Oswald’s pleasure. As if he could sense exactly when Oswald was about to come, he slowed down at the last second. If he kept it up, Oswald would go mad with frustration. He hated edging.

Oswald’s groin was soaked with Valentino’s slick. The liquid dripped down his balls and smeared his thighs. And still, Valentino didn’t tire.

When Oswald was getting close again, Valentino stood abruptly, dislodging Oswald’s dick, a wet squelching sound accompanying his move. He stripped off his jockstrap and wiped his ass with it.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. It was the first thing he’d said since tying Oswald down.

As if hypnotized, Oswald parted his lips.

Valentino folded his soiled skimpy underwear into Oswald’s mouth. It tasted of precum and slick.

Stripping off his camisole, Valentino lowered himself again and took Oswald into the heat of his body. His hole had tightened up again. Impossible, yet there it was. He felt like a virgin, but he acted like a slut in heat.

Oswald realized he was sucking on the piece of fabric in his mouth as if it were a pacifier when Valentino began riding him anew, harder than before. He crouched and bounced up and down, his ass pulling on Oswald’s dick, his thigh muscles working relentlessly.

He impaled himself fully, and his cock spurted white cum like a fountain, drops landing all over Oswald’s chest. Oswald wanted to lick it. The scent was incredible. Tantalizing.

How come the omega smelled better and better?

And still, he wasn’t satisfied.

Their skin smacked together, and Valentino’s cock waved around, droplets of cum flying through the air. Valentino grabbed his pecs and began squeezing them, pulling on his nipples.

Pleasure rose in Oswald’s core again, and he prepared himself for having the orgasm taken away from him once more.

But this time, Valentino didn’t stop. He pinned Oswald with his big blue eyes, and animalistic sounds spilled from his open mouth.

Oswald could have sworn he saw a flash of red in Valentino’s pupils, but then the world went black around him.

He roared when he came, the jockstrap in his mouth muffling the desperate sound.

His body twitched and shook, and he spurted somewhere deep inside the most beautiful and most dangerous creature in the entire, vast world.

Valentino would kill him after all, yet not in the way Oswald had thought.

Valentino would fuck him to death.

The little demon sat still, lazily pulling on his nipples. They seemed to be getting bigger, swollen from the rough handling. He remained still otherwise, cushioning Oswald’s half-hard cock in his drenched hole.

Ever so slowly, Oswald softened, but Valentino didn’t move away. His loose hole cradled Oswald’s dick gently, liquid running down Oswald’s balls.