Page 35 of Double Shot

I found myself wrapping a big fist around them—gently, but tight enough to keep them locked together and give myself a good grip to bend him over the wooden bench in here. A tiny whimper escaped him as he went willingly, his tail lifting even higher, feet shuffling out to spread his thighs wide as he rested his hands on the bench. His arms were trembling, but he locked his elbows to hold himself up.

“Now,” he panted, then moaned hoarsely when I grasped his narrow hips again and stepped closer to slot my cock between his cheeks. My dripping cockhead brushed the base of his tail and his moan sharpened, tail quivering from base to tip. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Now. Do it. Fuck me.”

I growled and pulled my hips back, snarling out panting breaths as I watched my tip notch against his hole. Then I hesitated. I hadn’t bothered to prep him at all, and I didn’t want to hurt him.

“I don’t need it.” He shook his head, speaking between fast, ragged breaths, seeming to know why I’d paused. “I don’t need it. Just put it in. Fuck, please just put it in.”

A rabid snarl escaped me as I pushed, a shudder running down my back when his hole opened with relative ease around my cockhead, the muscle pliant and—fuck—his channel slick. A vague, distant part of my brain had already known that about incubi—they produced their own lubrication—but I’d been too worked up to even consider it, which sent a flash of shame shooting through me and made my shoulders start to hunch as the anxiety began to creep back in.

“Fuuuck, it’s so big,” the incubus moaned, his legs shaking as he stayed bent over the bench. He was on his tiptoes, and I still had to bend my knees slightly to line us up. He had to be at least a foot shorter than me. “Oh Hell. I need you to fuck me. Shit, your dick feels so good already. It’s so good.”

Any hints of anxiety immediately fled, my brain short-circuiting again as I shuddered with pleasure and fed more of my cock into him, sliding my hands up his sides to his waist. I could almost span it entirely, my thumbs just an inch or two from touching at the small of his back.

When my knot pressed up against his rim, I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to keep pushing forward, to slide it inside him. I couldn’t. Not without his permission. It would literally lock us together when I came, and we were already in a pretty precarious position here, fucking in the locker room where anyone could walk in.

“You’re so deep,” he moaned, knuckles bleaching pale pink as he clutched the edge of the bench, those curls tumbling around his face as he hung his head and panted. “P-please fuck me. I need it. Now. Now—”

He cut himself off with a desperate cry when I slid my cock out then thrust back inside. His wings shuddered, twitching as if they wanted to stretch out wide. His tail slunk around my torso and cinched tight, like his body was making sure I couldn’t get away until he was satisfied.

That, in particular, turned me on so much that a rabid snarl tore from my throat as I began fucking him in hard, fast thrusts that had my knot pressing against his rim every time I plunged deep.

“Yes,” he was panting breathlessly, trying to match my frantic pace by pushing his hips back. “Yes, yes, yes. Unholy shit, your dick is—fuuuck,” he wailed, head craning back.

I found my hands shooting up to grab those sexy curling horns, wrapping my fists around them. He cried out again, desperately nodding as much as my grip allowed.

“Oh fuck yes,” he panted, hole clenching around my cock. “Fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I growled, cock throbbing at how vocal he was. I loved it. Loved knowing he was so desperate and turned on that he couldn’t stop the stream of babble from escaping him. Because of me. Something possessive and dark pulsed through me, and I propped a foot on the edge of the bench and hunched over him so I could get even deeper. One arm snapped around his middle, pinning him to me, his wings folded up tight between us. My other hand dropped to cup his tight sac in an equally possessive grip, and he shuddered and let out a broken moan when my claws gently scraped the curve of his ass cheeks.

I snuffled at his neck, nudging curls aside with my snout and inhaling deeply. Holy shit, nothing had ever smelled this good. My furious, unhinged snarls began to turn into desperate whines, my hips speeding up to fuck him even faster until I was rutting into him like the beast I was, unable to slow down.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he was still panting, voice hitching from my manic thrusts. Pre-cum poured from him, dripping onto my wrist.

I released his balls to grab his cock. My hand was big enough in this form that I could fist the entire thing, and I didn’t need to move it—my hips were smacking his ass with every thrust, jolting his cock through my hand.

I needed him to come. I needed to hear it, smell it, know I was the one who’d made it happen. His thighs were quaking uncontrollably against me, his moans had turned into one long, trembling sound punctuated by the pounding of my cock inside him, and he was leaking so much that the inside of my fist quickly grew slippery and I could feel slickness from his channel coating my balls and inner thighs.

“I’m going to come,” he suddenly moaned, body tense and shaking beneath me, his hole tightening around my pounding cock. “Oh fuck, I’m coming. I’m—D-don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—”

The cry that left him was strained and ragged. Within my fist, his cock pulsed, and his release flooded over my fingers, burning hot and in copious amounts. Almost enough to rival my own cumshots. I groaned, an unsteady and rabid sound, lapping at the sweat on his neck and shuddering when I felt his channel clench rhythmically around me.

And then, in a sudden white-hot rush, my own orgasm hit me. Almost like his had shunted mine to the forefront. My knees almost buckled as a loud and shocked grunt tore from me and my cock shot hard, forceful spurts of cum inside him. His tail had tightened even more around my mid-section, and my orgasm seemed to renew his. Suddenly he was moaning again, hips jerking as his head fell back, cock hot and slippery as it slid through his own release within my fist.

And then I felt it.

The thing I’d only ever heard about. The thing Gabe bragged about all the time at work. The thing concubi did when someone came inside them.

It was hard to explain, but I knew I’d remember this feeling for the rest of my life. Just as my orgasm tapered off, it felt like something tugged at the tip of my cock—gently, lightly, but almost like a thread being pulled out. With it came a fresh torrent of cum—not a quick spurt, but like a faucet had been switched on and a rush of fluid was pouring out.

It felt like nothing else in the fucking universe. It was staggeringly good. He was literally draining me of everything I had. It made my eyes roll back in my head as I lost all control of my body for a few seconds, snarling and whining pathetically into the back of his shoulder while I shook like a leaf.

“Mmm.” The incubus moaned his approval and clenched harder around my pulsing cock, which was so incredibly sensitive that I shuddered with every breath I took.

Even sliding free as slowly as possible made me feel like I was going to come again, even though I was pretty sure there was nothing left in me. He’d taken it all.

Perfect, greedy incubus.

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