5. Changeable #2
“I can’t be killed, Sir Oswald.” His sweet smile had an edge of sadness. “It’s easy for me to help you. I’ll do it again if you want me to.”
“What? You’d climb into the President’s window next?”
He was so pretty and sweet, his skin flawless, his cheeks soft pink, plush lips beautifully curved. He looked like an angel.
“The President is very old,” Valentino murmured. “Any morning, he could be found in his bed, with his pajama pants around his knees and his dick out. They’d say it was a heart attack.”
The angel casually spoke about how he’d kill for Oswald.
Christ!
And it was…tempting.
Oswald shook his head. “You will never do anything like this again. Understand?”
Those stunning eyes grew round with fear. “Are you angry with me?”
“Yes. I didn’t like seeing you with them.”
“But it will help you? Having the video?”
Oswald squeezed his eyes shut for a heartbeat and exhaled through his nostrils. “Yes.”
“Then I can…”
“Hush, demon. You deserve to be punished.”
Valentino blushed, his teeth nibbling on his lower lip. “I do. I’ve been very bad, Sir Oswald.”
“Did you make yourself virginal for me?”
“Yes, Sir. All clean. There’s nothing left of anyone else inside me. I’m very tight and youthful. Do you want to see my hole?”
“Not yet.”
Oswald closed his laptop and set it on the coffee table. Then something occurred to him. Anyone else.
“How many men have you had since last Sunday?” he asked in a cold tone. Like it didn’t matter to him. It shouldn’t.
Valentino looked down, his shoulders hunched.
“How many?” Oswald repeated slowly.
“Seven,” the demon replied.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
For a moment, Oswald was speechless.
“Did you hurt any of them?”
A flash of defiance, and then, “Of course not. I gave them pleasure.”
That face. All that beauty and youth and innocence. He wanted to throw the boy onto the floor and fuck him like the whore he was.
“They were just food, Sir Oswald,” Valentino whispered. “They didn’t mean anything. I just wanted to feed.”
Food.
“And what am I?” he asked, immediately regretting it.
Valentino gazed into his eyes, and for once, the fear in his expression seemed genuine. “You’re more, Sir Oswald. I need you.”
Oswald shook his head. Unbelievable.
“Please, Sir Oswald. I’ve cleansed myself of all of them. I’m pure.”
“I don’t own you,” Oswald said. He had no right to be jealous. And he wasn’t. Well, that was a lie. What unsettled him the most, though, was the realization of just how powerful Valentino could be. The creature was a weapon, and in the wrong hands…
Oswald glanced at his hands in his lap then back at Valentino, who gazed at him beseechingly from his lowly position at Oswald’s feet.
“Kneel over there.” He pointed at the circular Persian before the bed.
Valentino crawled onto the rug and knelt in the middle, his arms by his sides. Oswald stood and walked slowly around him. What to do, what to do…
The facts were simple.
Valentino’s stunt gave Oswald an unprecedented upper hand over Senator Harlan Stokes and Chief Justice Maynard Stokes.
He’d have to think it through very carefully how to use the videos—to show a crime, an affair, or just an incestuous relationship without the omega present.
He was tickled pink by the third option.
He could already see several courses of action, all tempting and none revealing who was behind the blackmail.
Yes, Valentino did help.
But Oswald didn’t like that he did it without asking for permission. And he didn’t like seeing Valentino getting fucked by Maynard and Harlan Stokes of all people, no matter which form he used for the act.
Oswald paused and appraised the stunning young omega kneeling before him.
“Do you understand why I need to punish you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I took liberties. I didn’t ask you if you needed my help.”
“And?”
“And I let those men touch me.”
“You let many men touch you because you need to feed.”
“Yes.” This time, the omega looked up, and his eyes flashed red for a split second.
“Food.” Oswald had known for a while what Valentino was, but having it confirmed was different. As if a fantasy or a dream suddenly became real. But it had been real all the time, hadn’t it?
Valentino was not human.
“I need to feel lust,” the creature said. “It’s what sustains me.”
“How often?”
“Nearly every day.”
Oswald grunted. He’d suspected as much.
Valentino licked his lips and gazed at Oswald with what could only be described as hunger. Hunger for food.
“But none of those men fulfills me as much as you do,” he said in a deep, ageless voice.
“Your cum in my womb invigorates me like nothing else. I adore your cock, the taste of your sweat, the way you move and moan…the way you breathe. I love hearing your heartbeat and feeling the blood rush through your veins. Your lust tastes the best.”
Oswald wasn’t sure how he felt about being the incubus’s favorite meal.
“Why did you want to help me?”
Valentino shrugged.
“Explain. No lies.”
Valentino dropped his gaze, timid again, his cheeks the most gorgeous tint of pink.
“You were stressed,” he murmured. “I like it when you’re happy.”
Oswald sighed.
“I wasn’t happy seeing them touch you. I was aroused watching you feed on them. But not happy.”
“Will you forgive me, Sir Oswald?”
Of course he would. The alternative was unthinkable. He wanted, needed, to find Valentino in his bed every Friday.
“I will forgive you. But first, your punishment.”
A brilliant smile flashed across Valentino’s face before he hung his head and waited.
Oswald left the room. He walked all the way to the stables, and it gave him time to think.
The fresh air helped. He collected the items he wanted and strode back.
He’d been gone for nearly ten minutes, but when he returned to his bedroom, Valentino was kneeling in the exact same place, same position.
“Get up.”
The boy stood.
“Stand by the bed, hands on the mattress.”
Valentino walked to the bed and bent over, pushing his ass out. The half-moons of his pale ass cheeks peeking out from the lace panties were pale and blemish-free. Not for long.
Oswald caressed the riding crop, fingering the leather tip.
“You’ll take it and thank me for it.”
He showed Valentino the crop.
Valentino gave a small nod. “Yes, Sir Oswald.”
“I want to hear you.”
“I won’t hide my pain, Sir Oswald.”
“Good.”
The swoosh and smack were so satisfying to hear. Valentino flinched and yelped as the crop landed across his ass cheeks. He grabbed the bedding. The next hit was harder, and Valentino cried out.
“Does it hurt?”
He swung the crop again.
“Yes!” the demon hissed. His voice was laced with both pain and joy.
Was it even a punishment if the creature loved it?
Oswald hit the pale, virginal ass and smooth thighs twenty times, working systematically, covering the skin with angry red marks from the riding crop.
Valentino was shivering, his cheeks were stained with tears, and he moaned on every breath.
“Take off your panties.”
Hands trembling, Valentino pulled his panties down, over the raw, reddened skin of his ass and thighs, and stepped out of them. He left the garters and stockings in place.
“Kneel on the bed and spread your legs. Lower. Like that.”
Valentino rested in an almost frog-like position on the edge of the mattress, his crease exposed. His hole was glistening with slick—of course it was. Oswald was hard and throbbing in his pants from delivering the punishment, and the creature must have felt it.
Oswald stood by Valentino’s side, angling his arm for the best impact. He counted out loud. He hit Valentino’s crease ten times, the tip of the crop landing on Valentino’s wet hole.
Valentino shrieked with each blow. His slick splattered around.
On the eleventh smack, his tiny pucker convulsed, expelling three jets of slick. The clear liquid splattered on the floor.
The demon squirted from his ass as he came untouched.
He wept into the bedding, rocking back and forth.
Oswald stared at those glowing lines that adorned Valentino’s pert ass and crease. His rim was swollen.
Oswald took his cock out and began stroking himself, aiming across Valentino’s ass cheeks, where the skin was the angriest shade of red. Valentino was still sobbing softly when Oswald came. He smeared his cum all over Valentino’s sore behind but avoided his leaking pucker.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” Valentino whispered between whimpers. “Please. I’m innocent again. Just for you. Please, fuck me.”
“No.”
“Please, my alpha. I need you to take me. Please.”
“No. Your punishment is not over.”
Valentino let out an anguished wail but didn’t say anything else.
Later, as Oswald was falling asleep, the creature lay between his spread legs, with his face on Oswald’s thigh, breathing in the scent from Oswald’s dick and balls. When Oswald woke up the next morning, Valentino already had his mouth on his morning erection. He sucked vigorously then let go.
“Will you fuck me, please?”
“No. Suck me off, and don’t touch yourself.”
The thing was, Oswald knew Valentino could make him do whatever he wanted very easily.
But he obeyed.
For the entire day, Oswald used Valentino for his pleasure but wouldn’t let him come and didn’t fuck him.
By evening, Valentino’s inner thighs were wet with a constant stream of slick, his eyes glistened with tears, and his lips were chapped from how much he’d been biting on them. The red marks on his ass and thighs hadn’t yet healed, despite the creature being able to change forms overnight.
Valentino was accepting his punishment only to please Oswald.