The Incubus and the Prince

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Oh, my dear, sweet prince, I could smell your thoughts from the other realm, and my, they were delicious. I've seen you imagining me, every single one of my muscles glistening with oil, my body taut, flexing, veiny, straining as you hear my grunts and groans populating your ear, giving you such a sensory experience. You're imagining me there, aren't you? So close to you.

It's almost as though I'm there in person, waiting for you to reach out and touch me. Well, let me just indulge you with that. Can you see me towering above you? My body is so thick and powerful.

Use all of your senses, my dear. Reach out and touch this big, thick chest of mine. Feel how solid and firm my muscles are.

Run your fingers all over. Feel up and down every bit of me, built to be a playground for you to enjoy. Lean in.

Just bask in my warmth, my skin almost scorching hot to the touch, my musk, something so exotic about how I smell to you, my dear mortal. Just bask in it. Spicy.

Almost too spicy. It's making you feel things you've only dreamt of, haven't you? You can feel a tingling growing in your core.

Don't worry, mortal. It's only natural. And if you want, feel free to lick and suck on these big, hard nipples of mine.

I know you've been dying to suck on them. Oh, you're a good, sweet boy. Just latch on.

Suck and take my intoxicating flavor into your mouth. Let me wrap an arm around you and push you, almost suffocating you on my monstrous back. What a way to go, my sweet prince.

But I think you'd enjoy that a little too much. So keep exploring, my dear. Keep finding new and interesting places for your fingers to roam.

There's not an inch of me that wasn't sculpted out of the most infernal granite each muscle display, designed to be the most aesthetically pleasing creature a little slug like you could dream of. By now, of course, that tingling you've been feeling is getting deeper and deeper. Your heart is racing, isn't it? Oh, my dear.

You're so fucking needy. I can almost feel you squirming in my grip. And my boy, that's exactly what an incubus like myself desires.

Ah, just keep exploring. Feel my tail flit up and down between your buttocks. My tongue throbbing, pulsating.

Ah, almost a machine in how fast and hard my heart is beating inside of it. Put your hand on it. Feel that thickness getting thicker, longer.

You're going to definitely need more than one hand to handle it, my dear boy toy. Your eyes may be a little too big for your stomach, or at least your own. But that doesn't matter to me.

Oh, no, no, no, my dear sweet boy toy. You are so much more to me than that. Here, let me kneel down.

Ah, so fucking tall that even on my knees I can look down into your eyes. That's fine, because what I want to do is simply get to your cock. Oh, yes, yes, my dear.

I want this thick fucking demon cock to frot, to glisteningly slick up and down against yours. You know how good that's going to feel, right? Oh, my demonic cock, so alien and hard in so many other ways that your cock isn't.

It provides just the right amount of stimulus that you will find unnaturally good. So, let's be about it then. Feel this dick so fucking thick in your hands.

And let me just grind it up against yours. Two men, chest to chest, dick to dick, frotting them up and down, giving you just the right amount of friction. A demon spit is the best type of lubricant, my dear.

It kills aphrodisiac, but what part of my bodily fluids isn't? Oh, let me just lean in and kiss your exposed neck, my sweet prince. Oh, that's it.

Just feel this cock working its way up and down against your own chest. My body flexing around you, holding you close, telling you how fucking needy you are and how fucking sexy you are to me. Oh, just let the incubus do his work.

Up and down, up and down, baby. Just feel your dick pressed up against mine. Feel the slick pre-cum from my tip just drowning both of our cocks in such pleasant lubrication.

Yeah, just imagining where this cock could go if I wanted to, my dear boy-tie. Instead, just feel my claws clench one of your ass cheeks as they toy with your back door, just running their tip up against the ass of yours, wringing around, wringing around. Ah, my dear sweet prince, you sound so fucking needy.

You want this incubus to just take you, break you, make you into his little bitch and heat. Not yet, my dear. Not yet.

This is just the start. This is just the beginning. Feel this cock throbbing, my bones churning almost audibly with how much spunk I want to just, oh, pump so deep into you.

Not yet. You're not ready for that yet, my sweet little boy. Instead, I want you to just give in, give in, my little sweet little son.

What if we get closer and closer to cumming, getting closer every fucking stroke, up and down, your fingers exploring my muscles. As hard as you try, my dear, you're not able to even dent them, but that's what I want you to feel. I want you to feel every muscle swell and pump over you, my needy little feral fuckboy.

Oh, more pressure, more pressure, more pre-cum. Your cock is just burning with my sinful pre-cum. Just giving you just the right amount of pressure, turning my fist into just the best feeling fuckhole you could imagine.

Up and down, up and down, up and down, getting faster now, faster, faster, my sweet little boy. Just feel every sensation, oh, my musk burning in your nostrils, my taste of my sweat in your mouth. Every bit just overstimulating you with how much fucking pleasure this giant demon body can give you.

And all the while you're just feeling it up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, pumping you harder, faster than you could think of. Just getting you to the edge, getting you closer and closer to what you want. Oh, yes, my dear, now just feel my claw sticking its way inside of your asshole, feeling your sphincter just milking it.

That's what I want, dear boy, that's what I crave. Now, I'm going to. ..