Page 9 of His Incubus Husband

Valentino gazed at Oswald with hooded eyes as he tortured his nipples. What more did he want? There was no way Oswald would get hard again after all of that. He was drained.

Abruptly, Valentino moved up Oswald’s body. He gripped his pec, his nipple sticking out lewdly. With his other hand, he pulled the wet jockstrap out of Oswald’s mouth. He leaned over Oswald’s face and offered him his nipple.

“Suck.”

Oswald wrapped his lips around the nub and sucked. His fingers and toes tingled, his limbs protesting the restraints.

“Harder!” Valentino ordered.

Opening his mouth wider, Oswald pulled in more flesh and hollowed his cheeks.

A sprinkle of sweet liquid landed on his tongue.

He froze.

Milk?

How was that possible?

Valentino grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Suck, alpha. Drink it. Now.”

Against his will, Oswald grew afraid. What was happening here? Who was Valentino?

An even scarier question niggled at Oswald’s muddled mind.

What was Valentino?

But he sucked anyway. Like a puppet on strings, he did as he was told. The sweet, delicious milk filled his mouth, and he gulped it down. It warmed his belly.

“Good.” Valentino purred as his milk squirted in pulses. After a while, he offered Oswald his other nipple.

Oswald’s fears flowed away. At first, he felt heavy and sleepy, but then his muscles began to warm up and fill with new energy. He sucked more hungrily. The milk invigorated him.

He was hard anew. Throbbing, in fact.

He wanted to fuck and possess and breed.

Growling like a monster, he gorged himself on the milk, and Valentino petted his hair.

“You’re a good fuck toy with your big dick nice and hard for me again. That’s it. Drink it all.”

When Valentino withdrew, taking his delicious milk away, Oswald thrashed in the restraints so hard that the heavy oak bed rattled against the wall.

“No!” he wailed. “Please!” He wasn’t done. He needed more. He was still hungry.

Valentino glared at him, a distinct red light flashing in his blue eyes. “Be good now, and I’ll nurse you some more later.”

Oswald stilled. His dick was pulsing, aching, his balls drawn up tight.

“Please…” he whimpered.

“Stay still.”

He obeyed, even as his body vibrated. He’d do anything Valentino wished. Anything.

With a few clever moves, Valentino untied first Oswald’s ankles then his hands.