3. Lace
LACE
The security system at the mall was no match for Tino.
It took barely three minutes for him to get from the sidewalk into the luxurious lingerie store.
He perused the main collection with indifference while undressing, leaving his old hoodie, jeans, and T-shirt on the floor.
Once naked, he helped himself to a bottle of champagne from the minibar in the carpeted changing room.
He raised his glass to the security camera and downed the fizzy drink.
Let them record him. They would never find him anyway—it wasn’t like demons left fingerprints.
He refilled his glass and browsed the most elaborate, expensive pieces as he idly fondled his cock. He knew very little about Oswald Sandoval’s taste but could make an educated guess. Oswald would like something provocative but not overdone, something subtle and clever. Devious.
At first, his attention lingered on a thong bodysuit in black lace. He decided to try it on. It fit him perfectly, hugging his soft cock and highlighting the curves of his torso. A small lace flower on the thong covered his pucker precisely. He laughed at the clever detail.
But the long-sleeved bodysuit would be impractical for the seduction he had in mind. It wasn’t something you could easily yet gradually take off, and it couldn’t stay on while he fucked and nursed Oswald without the lace digging into places and chafing.
He’d keep it for some other occasion, but for tomorrow, he’d need something else. He took the bodysuit off and drank another glass of champagne while he continued searching.
His fingers brushed over a pale golden piece of satin.
He pulled the hanger off the rack and eyed the set.
It was three times the price of the bodysuit, and with good reason.
The combination of satin, lace, and embroidery was incredibly elaborate but elegant at the same time, making it look almost like jewelry.
He set his glass aside and began putting it on.
The panties came first. The satin covered his cock and balls, but his crack was visible through the lace in the back.
The pale golden color looked beautiful on his creamy skin in this form, and the ribbons on the sides ensured he could easily take the panties off without removing the garter belt, which he put on next.
He attached the stockings and angled his legs, appraising himself in the mirror. Very pretty.
The top was a masterpiece. The elegant V neckline nearly reached his belly button, making him look lean and taller.
The front was held together by another ribbon.
When he untied it, he could move the satin and lace to the sides and expose both his nipples—perfect for when he would make Oswald suck the nectar from his tits.
The embroidered sleeves gave the naughty outfit a touch of sophistication.
Tino turned from side to side and checked his ass in the angled mirror opposite.
He wouldn’t find a more beautiful lingerie set in the whole city.
Satisfied, he stripped again and found a shopping bag by the cash register.
He folded his loot, wrapped it in silky paper, and put it in the bag.
It was almost three in the morning, so he couldn’t go to Oswald today.
He’d try tomorrow night. But what should he do with his time until then?
He didn’t want to find someone else to fuck.
He’d done that many times over; he’d tried everything.
Even the surest ways to feed only made him more frustrated.
No. He was done with poor stand-ins. He wanted Oswald Sandoval.
A solo session would have to tide him over until tomorrow.
Naked, he sat on the floor in the back of the store, directly in the line of sight of one of the security cameras.
While he stroked his cock and drank champagne, he imagined the security guards, managers, and police officers who’d watch the footage after tonight’s robbery.
After finishing the last glass, he masturbated using the empty bottle. He made sure the camera caught everything. Grunting, he stretched his hole with the shoulder of the bottle until he brought himself to a short, unsatisfying climax.
He wiped off his cum with tacky assless red boxer briefs, set the slick-stained champagne bottle next to the cash register, and walked out.
In another store, he took a long spring coat and a pair of simple white sneakers. Happy with the results of his quest, he climbed onto the mall roof and disappeared into the night.
Of course, Oswald Sandoval’s mansion was much better protected than the mall.
Tino had to choose the direct approach.
He vaulted over the wall and landed directly in the path of one of the alpha security guards.
The man gasped and reached for his gun, but before his brain caught up with what was happening, Tino had his tongue in the alpha’s mouth and his hand wrapped around the alpha’s plump dick through the fly of his cargo pants.
The alpha whimpered, stumbling backward.
Insatiable lust had brought Tino all the way here, and his scent was saturated with it. The alpha was helpless against the scent of an incubus on the hunt.
He bucked into Tino’s sure grip. Tino didn’t prolong it—with skilled movements, he got the alpha off as fast as possible.
When the man’s cock jerked, and his balls drew up, Tino let his tongue grow out, shoving it deep.
At the same time, he wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, cutting off his oxygen. The alpha passed out mid-orgasm.
Leaving the guard on the ground—he’d be dreaming very colorful dreams for a while—Tino collected his bag and headed through the park toward the mansion.
He progressed slowly, avoiding the motion detectors and staying in the dark shadows of the greenery.
Just before he was about to climb the balcony to Oswald’s master bedroom, he heard steps.
Would he have to take care of another guard?
Two alphas walked past the bush where he was hiding. He briefly considered walking up to them naked and taking care of them the incubus way, but that would take at least ten minutes.
He stayed hidden, waiting. They seemed to be walking around the perimeter of the house. When they moved around a corner, Tino listened and sniffed.
The nearest guard was fifty yards away, and the balcony cast a convenient shadow, hiding Tino’s path from the intense lights.
He took a chance.
The bag he carried made the climb more difficult, but he managed to throw his leg over the balcony railing just as the two guards reappeared below. He crouched and waited until they passed then crept to the balcony door.
It was ajar.
Tino grinned.
Dressed in the golden lingerie set, Tino lay on Oswald’s large bed and waited.
Breathing in the alpha scent from the sheets and pillows, he grew more aroused by the minute.
A faint trace of human omega cum made him wrinkle his nose.
The smell was old—at least several days.
Oswald had had a guest, then. Tino shouldn’t be annoyed by that.
How many men had he fucked in the past few weeks? Two dozen? More?
Still, he felt possessive about this particular man.
His cock pushed against the satin, and his little hole, a tight, virginal pink pucker, was wet with fragrant slick.
He chose the same human form in which he’d seduced Oswald the first time.
He wanted to be recognized, but he also enhanced certain traits he knew Oswald enjoyed.
Besides, the smaller his opening, the more he would feel the size of Oswald’s glorious cock. He’d dreamed about that cock.
Squirming, he strained to listen to the noises in the house. How long until Oswald came to bed?
Tino was so needy. So hungry.
He clenched his ass cheeks, struggling against the hollow feeling inside him. Through the satin and lace on his chest, he massaged his pectorals. It would make the nectar flow.
The floor creaked in the hall outside the door, and Tino stilled.
Propped up on a pillow, he spread his legs wider and let one knee rest on the bed, angling his body how he knew it would look most inviting and lewd. He put one arm behind his neck and sneaked a hand into his satin panties.
The door opened, and a lamp in the opposite corner flickered to life.
Oh, it was so thrilling to see the man again! Tino could barely contain himself. He wanted to launch himself across the room, let his wings and tail burst out, and feast on Oswald in the most primitive ways. It took all the self-control he had to remain put.
The part of the spacious bedroom where Tino rested on the bed remained dark, and Oswald didn’t notice him at first. He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it in the closet, loosened his tie, and opened a couple of buttons on his shirt.
He hit a light switch, and the room went from dim to bright. With his hands on his belt buckle, Oswald froze.
“Good evening,” Tino said politely.
Swiftly, Oswald moved toward a chest of drawers, fierce eyes pinned on Tino. Was he reaching for a gun?
“I’m not armed,” Tino said calmly. “I have no intention of hurting you.”
One hand on the closed drawer, Oswald stared at Tino, his expression unreadable. Then he took a few steps toward the bed and looked Tino up and down.
Tino tilted his hips up and squeezed his cock and balls inside his panties. Squinting through his lashes and puckering his lips, he offered Oswald his most seductive look.
“Should I review my security measures?” Oswald asked in a cold tone.
Tino grinned. “No. It wasn’t easy to get in. Up until the open balcony door.”
“I like fresh air.” Oswald’s nostrils flared as his eyes lingered on Tino’s lips.
“You have a lovely park,” Tino said.
“Why are you here?”
Tino bit his lip, dropping his gaze to Oswald’s bulge.
“Isn’t it obvious?”