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Ahan scrutinized his appearance in the mirror, fingers combing his hair back and forth in a vain attempt to tame the stubborn curls. Despite having just showered, his cowlick was already making itself quite known. He grabbed it and tried to wrap down and around the base of his short and stubby horn, to no avail. He let out a soft sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his eyes shut.
Deep breaths, he thought to himself, trying to recall the breathing routine his wellness advisor had recommended him. A restless, nervous energy was coursing through his body, itching in his fingertips and wriggling below his skin.
Should I put on cologne? Ahan wondered, opening the bathroom cabinet and pulling out the three bottles that he had. Is it too much? Is it going to look like I'm trying too hard?
Does it matter?
Stop being nervous, he chastised himself half-heartedly.
He glared at his appearance in the mirror, stepping back a bit to capture more of his body. Standing at nearly six and a half feet tall, his broad and fairly muscular body came into frame. He tilted and turned his head, trying to resist the urge to trim his beard again, knowing it was born more from a need to feel busy than for any actual good.
Should I shave it off? Ahan wondered. He brushed his ears out with his fingers thoughtfully, playing with the lighter spot out of habit. Probably shouldn't make sudden changes.
His hands ran across his body, smoothing out fur, pinching and grasping at flesh as he picked himself apart. The newly shaved, broad expanse of his chest looked foreign to him and he was beginning to regret his decision to shave all his hair there. I've been losing too much muscle, Ahan thought with a grimace. His pecs were a lot less firm than he was used to and there was a notable softness growing on his abdomen; no doubt an unfortunate side effect of being slammed with overtime over the past month. He had been subsisting off practically a liquid diet of meal replacements and energy drinks, and his carefully regimented diet had soon turned to eating out at whatever restaurants were convenient as he wasted away at a desk.
Even his skin, he thought, was starting to look paler and cooler, taking on an almost ashen tone — though, that may have just been more in his head. As far as he knew, Minos didn't really tan and there wasn't too much natural sunlight to catch down in Lazannam, anyways.
He turned to the side, sucking his stomach in slightly. ...the fur covers it? Maybe? His tail flicked a little in dissatisfaction. He lifted his knee slightly, examining his lower half more intently. At the very least, minos men tended to be quite bottom-strong, with powerful legs and haunches — a trait which he thankfully had retained.
Ahan sighed again and walked into his bedroom instead. It doesn't matter, he repeated to himself with more conviction this time. Surely his doubts were just in his head and invisible to anyone else. He wasn't really one for confidence issues, though he wouldn't say he was over-confident either.
Even if he felt like he had seen better days, he doubted he'd be the worst they'd ever have. It was, after all, their job — they couldn't reject him because he was a paying customer.
And oh, how dearly he had paid for this appointment. They were by far, the brothel's most popular agents, and therefore their most expensive ones as well. He had chosen to book an entire day with them — a "full course", so to speak — and had to wait for an opening and then shell out additional cash for the full regiment of immunization.
He had literally been waiting for this for months, and as loathe as he was to admit it, it was the only thing that had kept him going through the long, lonely nights in the office and getting his balls busted by the higher ups.
He felt like he had been running on empty for quite some time, now.
Unfortunately for Ahan, it had been "a while" since his last relationship. Or situationship. Or prospect of a situationship. And I'm making about negative progress on that front, he thought sarcastically. Here he was, after all, spending his vacation time and money on a very expensive "date" with some prostitutes.
Sure, it didn't need to be so costly. And there was no need for him to wait so long either. There were whores and rentboys on more street corners than one could count in the city. But through some very convoluted logic in his own mind, he had convinced himself that if he was going to do this, it may as well be a nicer experience than a quick bang in the alleyway or bar bathroom. And if he was going to go through that effort, well, it may as well be with the best of the best; if he was going to slave away in some top hundred corp, he could at least afford a nice brothel.
Not to mention, he couldn't deny that he had always been curious about how well the reputation regarding incubi held up. Given their race's unique traits, they were quite popular in the hospitality industry, fashion industry and well, pornographic industry. They were featured in all sorts of videos and he had — inadvertently — awoken a few fetishes that any other race would find difficult to cater to.
And so, this particular excursion gave Ahan a very nice excuse to explore his options, so to say.
And if it ended up being shit, it would just have to be a lesson learned.
He walked over to his bedside table, pulling the drawer out. His clothes were already folded neatly at the end of the bed. The faint light of the digital display splayed a phantom reflection of the current time, date and temperature across the sheets briefly with his movement, before dimming once again. He pulled out a nondescript and distinctly unlabeled box, opening it to reveal its nearly empty contents. Two tiny vials lay inside, both filled with a creamy liquid, iridescent pink swirling around as he lifted them out; it was the final dose of an accursed thirty day venom and poison immunization protocol.
It better be worth it, Ahan thought. He had been highly suspicious of the clerk when she had mentioned both the cost and length of treatment.
"It's for safety," she had said, with a polite smile and apologetic tone. "Our physicians have newly recommended this protocol given their…recent findings. Incubus toxin can evolve with…activity. And our establishment places high priority on our guests' wellbeing."
Thirty days, though? Ahan knew they were popular and probably not lacking for food, but it seemed ridiculous to him. He was nearly certain it was just a ploy to cash in further on their success.
He cracked open the red marked lid first, downing the contents. The familiar sweet taste flooded his mouth in an instant, reminiscent of cool milk mixed with sweet wild berries. As he swallowed, he could practically feel the fluid pooling in his stomach and spreading into every corner of his body with a faint, tingling warmth. He exhaled as the effects settled, twisting off the second cap, this one marked blue, tipping the liquid into his mouth. The taste was similar, but less sweet and with more of a warming, spicy aftertaste that made the tip of his tongue tingle. I wonder if I'll be able to tell which is which, he thought, licking his lips absentmindedly, his body already chasing the dregs of any remaining toxin. The heat was starting to gather straight in his groin, his cock already twitching with need.
It was a well known side effect of microdosing incubus toxin and he was pent up. He had gotten used to jerking off whenever he felt the need to or even just for a quick dopamine hit, but he had decided to hold off for the entire week before his appointment. He had paid for ten hours and he was going to get his worth out of it.
Ahan started to get dressed sluggishly, pulling his hand reluctantly away as he dragged his underwear over his half hard cock, the brush of fabric making his balls ache with need. He tucked his cock down further, trying to flatten the profile. He could hear his own breathing getting heavier and heavier as he pulled his clothing on, his head filled with futile thoughts of what was to come.
The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
He looked down, his vision slightly blurry from sheer lust. I wonder if its rude to show up at a whorehouse with a boner?
"Welcome to Moonflower," the front-desk girl chimed in a cheery voice. "I'm Camelia, ready to check in?"
Ahan nodded stiffly as he walked up to the counter, silently grateful that he was the only customer in the lounge. A small dryad woman with short hair was working the front, clad in a completely see-through plastic dress. Neon pink and blue lightning reflected off the surface, making her outfit appear much more colorful than it was. Underneath, two thick black colored belts covered her modest tits and mound in a T-formation, the flesh just barely peeking out from the edges.
Women weren't exactly his thing, but he still appreciated the outfit and found his eyes wandering.
"Nine o'clock appointment," he said, somewhat softly. "Under Ahan."
"Mm, gotcha," she hummed. Her bubble gum popped as she tapped quickly on the display. Her fingers moved deftly and Ahan could see the silvery glint of something razor sharp on her nails. He tried not to stare, assuming it was some kind of weapon — front workers tended to double as guards for these types of establishments, and he wasn't eager to see how trigger happy she was. "For Kasha and Misha?"
"Yes."
"I'll walk you back," she said, gesturing at Ahan to follow. She walked over to a door without handles, tapping on the metal plate in its center twice. He saw a sigil glow with white light as the door swung open fluidly, allowing them to pass. They stepped into a wide hall lined with plush, black carpet and doused in a pale, blue light. Large vases filled with blooming white flowers separated the rooms giving a pretense of elegance to the place. Thin, transparent spider-silk, most likely magically enchanted, draped across each of the doors, fluttering slightly as they passed. "You're booked with them for ten hours, but the room will be yours for twenty," she said, starting to launch into a professional spiel as they walked. "If you want longer for recovery, just give us a ring. Same for if you want to "order" again," she said with a slight grin. "Kasha and Misha are booked out, as you know, but the menu is in the bedside cabinet."
They stopped at one of the rooms further down and Camelia turned to face him, having to crane her neck upwards to do so. "Any questions about the safety contract?" She asked. "I saw it's your first visit here."
Ahan shook his head. "No, I'm good." Honestly speaking, most of it didn't pertain to him; those rules were in place for the real freaks. He was looking forward to a relatively boring, good time being serviced by some pretty incubi and getting his rocks off.
"Just let me know if you have any questions or concerns," Camelia chirped back at him. "Wrist please."
He held his right wrist out to her with some trepidation, watching as she wound a delicately braided and woven piece of silk around his wrist. He tried not to wince as her bladed fingers came dangerously close to skin several times, though the sting of broken skin never came. "Need you to say the magic words," she said, a polite smile curving her rose red lips.
"…I accept," Ahan said.
Instantly, the silk disappeared from his wrist with the vague shimmering of magic. In his head, he thought he could feel it slithering through his veins and directly to his heart, coiling around it like an invisible serpent.
"Don't be so worried," Camelia reassured him, seeing the look on his face, "we've never had to use it once in our fifty plus years of business." She paused. "Or at least that's what boss tells me."
"Don't plan on being the first, then," Ahan said, giving a wry smile. Though, internally, he wasn't exactly pleased at the thought of having a piece of string that could stop his heart inside him or anywhere near him, for that matter.
"That's the spirit, yeah?" She grinned toothily at him, her professional act slipping slightly. Ahan thought it made her look much sweeter than her prim and proper behavior. "Feel free to get settled in the room. They'll be by shortly. Enjoy your time at Moonflower, beloved guest!"
At her words, the silk parted and the door swung open, revealing a beautifully furnished bedroom lit dimly by candlelight. There was a glass coffee table ladened with fruits and delicately adorned snacks, as well as a selection of various alcoholic drinks, potions and fancy waters was placed in the center. Beyond that, there was a bed large enough to fit five of him, draped in blue and white sheets and fluffy pillows in various shapes and sizes. A rather large jacuzzi was set in the ground, the water still but for the steady rise of steam. And just besides it, there was a rather bold shower, the surrounding walls entirely see-through without a hint of privacy.
A large window practically replaced the furthest wall of the room, showing off a towering rock fountain with the same white flowers blooming on each level. Despite it being the daytime, it seemed the enclosure was enchanted for a permanent night; moonlight trickled through the ceiling in gossamer beams without a hint of sunlight. Ahan could see several similar windows lining the walls of the enclosure, but the glass was enchanted to reveal nothing behind them. He wondered blithly if they would disenchant the glass if one had an exhibitionist kink.
He sat down on the bed, feeling more awkward with the silence. Am I supposed to strip? Probably not, right? Even for prostitutes, they probably didn't want to walk in on some random guy completely nude. Or did they? Stupid thought, Ahan thought to himself, there were probably plenty of customers who did that. And even if there wasn't, shouldn't he be allowed to if he wanted to? It's not like it violated the safety contract or anything. He tugged at his crotch, trying to adjust himself again; his clothing felt frustratingly constraining and the pressure only served to draw his attention down there over and over again.
He eyed a glass display filled with various sex toys of all purposes in an attempt to calm his thoughts, though it felt like he was barely registering what he was seeing.
I'm a mess, he thought, suddenly feeling the consequence of all of those long hours more so than ever before. He felt so scatter brained and unlike himself. He hadn't realized how bad it had gotten, not until he was forced to sit in silence with nothing but himself for company — no goals or noise or tasks to keep him busy and keep him chasing the next benchmark.
Ahan practically jumped off the bed at the sound of a single, sharp knock, jarring him out of his rumination. The door swung open and two twin incubi waltzed in without further warning. Framed by the gentle sway of gossamer silk, their bodies were like figurines carved out of jade.
"Hi hii," one of them called out to him practically in song, "this is Kasha and I'm your incubus for the day!" Kasha was clad in a shiny black leather and utterly useless jacket of sorts which only covered his arms and shoulders, leaving his upper chest entirely exposed. Black tape in the form of X's covered his nipples, though one side seemed to be peeling off already. As for his lower half, he was wearing leather thigh high stirrups and some stringy excuse for underwear that did nothing but cradle the center of his ballsack and nudge his cockhead upwards. His wolfcut hair and bangs emphasized his sharp features and large, white horns. On closer inspection, Ahan could see gold spikes drilled into the tips of his horns, matching the numerous piercings on his ears. Kasha gave Ahan a flirtatious wink as he finished his introduction, seemingly entirely unbothered by the lewd outfit he was wearing.
Ahan felt his cheeks heat up at the gesture and found it more than a little difficult to look straight at him. Somehow, he felt embarassed and he wasn't even the one wearing the clothing. Every part of it was simply vulgar — from the pointless leather top, the tacky tape, right down to the stirrups emphasizing the elegant arch of his bare feet and naturally raised heel.
"Hey heyy," the other one chimed in immediately afterwards. He was practically a mirror image of Kasha, aside from his significantly longer, jade green hair, which hung down past his shoulder blades. He drew his fingertips across his own chest in a gesture that drew attention to his beautiful, smooth honey skin interspersed with deep emerald scales and feathers. "This is Misha and I'm also your incubus for the day!" He smiled gently as he spoke in a floaty, airheaded tone of voice.
Compared to his twin, Misha's demeanor seemed far more gentle, though the mysterious gleam in his cool gray eyes sent shivers down Ahan's spine. Like Kasha, he was clad in shiny, black leather in the form of a bodysuit, though his outfit was also just as lewd. The fabric clung to his figure leaving practically nothing to the imagination. Not to mention, the cut was particularly high waisted, leaving his long legs exposed. Two thin belts wrapped around his waist in a crossing manner, giving it the illusion of being cinched. His thick, long tail tapered from long, emerald feathers at the base of his spine into an elegant, leathery tip. Misha also tried to wink at Ahan, though failed to close his eye completely, making it seem like he was wincing instead.
The twins were tall and lean, though perhaps a bit shorter than him.
And — quite unsurprisingly — they were devastatingly handsome and beautiful at the same time.
The two of them suddenly gave Ahan a mocking salute. "We'll be your full course chefs for today," they sang in a rehearsed manner, laughing at the routine. Their horns made a soft click as they pressed their heads together in a jaunty pose, tails curving elegantly behind them.
"Ye-, yeah?!" Before Ahan even had a moment to register what was happening, Kasha closed the distance between them in a second, his hand grasping boldly at the meat of Ahan's thigh.
Ahan flinched backwards as Kasha's face suddenly drew near, a mischievous smile curving his lips. "So, it's your first time, huh?" He asked gleefully. "Ahan, right?"
"Yes," Ahan said, his teeth gritting as he tried to keep his voice steady as he felt a ghosting touch on his crotch.
Kasha turned to Misha with a boastful voice. "Told you it was a cow boy. I win!"
"No fair," Misha complained mildly. "I can never keep names straight. Is "Ahan" really a Minos name, anyways?" He pouted at Ahan as if trying to lay the blame on him instead.
"Course it is. That's how I knew!" Kasha answered. He wrapped a hand around Ahan's horn, yanking his head back towards him with a smirk. The rough handling only made Ahan scowl in return.
This wasn't exactly how he had expected things to go. He knew that the incubus twins were popular, but did they really act like…
…this?
"Look how excited he is," he heard Misha purr from beside him. He felt Misha's hand come to a rest gently on his thigh.
When did he get close? Ahan wondered, bewildered by how fast things were moving. Misha gave him a placid smile in response, as if his thoughts had been laid bare.
"His tail's wagging and everything," Kasha snickered.
"…am I not supposed to get worked up when you come prancing in here like that?" Ahan grumbled, feeling embarrassed. He hadn't realized, but his tail had been batting and flicking against the bed, making some rather obvious noises.
Misha laughed in reply. "No, I suppose not." His head nuzzled into the crook of Ahan's neck as if it were natural. "Especially with not how pent up you are, huh?"
"Ooh, you're right," Kasha exclaimed. "Did you cage yourself or something? You smell super backed up."
"Why would I-," Ahan began to ask, before cutting himself off. "I was just busy with work," he lied. "Besides, I want my money's worth."
The twins cooed at his response, sounding more mocking than anything else. "And just how do you expect to get your "money's worth" from us, then?" Kasha sneered.
I really want to fuck his mouth, Ahan thought, feeling annoyed by how arrogant Kasha in particular was acting. Though, not entirely in a bad way; he supposed that was just part of the charm of a brat — letting them mouth off and then savoring the way they choked and cried later on. Ahan reached out and touched Kasha's face, feeling just how smooth and soft his skin was, and tracing his sharp, beautiful features. "That's part of your job, isn't it?" Ahan murmured.
Kasha smirked in response, his sharp gray eyes narrowing. Ahan felt a slight sense of unease looking into those eyes, but not enough to tear his gaze away.
And admittedly, he found their snake-like eyes rather arousing.
"We'll have to figure out what kind of "course" to prepare, then," Misha said, smiling softly at Kasha.
"Don't worry," Kasha said, "we'll figure you out." He jumped on the bed, sprawling out and patting the center, as Misha took his place on the other side. Ahan laid down between them, his head suddenly filled with the sultry scent of the two incubi besides him.
"If we haven't already," Misha added in a chipper tone.
Again, the same sense of unease pricked up inside Ahan, though he reluctantly dismissed it. It was, admittedly, the whole point behind ordering a "full course" at this establishment. As advertised, the two incubi twins would cater the experience entirely to their customers deepest desires and leave them entirely fulfilled, as long as it was within reason.
Misha curled his arms around Ahan, letting the minos lay his head on his chest. "So tense," Misha commented, rubbing at Ahan's neck with a slight frown.
Kasha copied him, feeling his shoulders and upper back. "Woah," he said. "Massage before anything else, I think." Misha nodded in agreement and Kasha left to go rummage in one of the displays.
"That bad?" Ahan asked, feeling a slight tug on his ear as he attempted to raise his head again.
"Yup," Misha said softly. "Take it easy for now. We've got plenty of time." Ahan felt fingertips start to loop themselves through his hair, combing gently across his scalp and slowly dragging the tension out of him. "Just relax," he breathed, and Ahan thought the words were floating directly into his skull. Hands grazed his skin as his shirt was lifted up and away, tossed to the ground.
Kasha sat back down next to him again, and Ahan heard the slick sound of oil on skin, his cock twitching with each squelch that made its way to his ears. "We'll get there," Kasha chuckled, smoothing the oil onto Ahan's shoulders.
Ahan groaned as he felt knuckles dig their way into the back of his neck, directly into a large knot that he didn't even know was there.
"Were you planning on throwing your back out getting your money's worth?" Kasha tutted.
Am I even older than them? Ahan wondered. It was a little hard to figure out what age incubi were, but he wasn't exactly an old man either.
"Give him a break," Misha scolded his brother, "he seems exhausted. Poor thing." He continued to stroke Ahan gently all over, fingertips dancing on the surface of his brain and sending pleasurable tingles down his spine. It was so easy for Ahan to close his eyes and simply enjoy Misha's presence — all soft touches and gentle warmth and silky sweet scents.
The red one, Ahan suddenly thought, finding it all so familiar.
"This is just how I show concern," Kasha laughed.
Their touch was growing more and more insistent, all over his body, and he felt as if he were slowly being lowered into a warm bath. Peaceful lethargy was weighing him down and softening his muscles, even as his cock grew harder and harder, still tightly constrained by his pants. His hips bucked slightly as Kasha's tail brushed against his crotch teasingly.
Kasha's hands were trailing around front now, slowly rubbing the oil across Ahan's chest. "Hey," Kasha dropped his voice into a sultry whisper, "when was the last time you got off? A week?"
"Something like that," Ahan mumbled from between Misha's fingers. Misha's hand was brushing through his beard now, nails scratching pleasing rhythms into his skin. They both smell so good, he thought, feeling as if he was coming down with a fever. His sense of smell was nowhere near as sharp as an incubus', but he still felt overwhelmed; they smelt of pure sex, a maddening mixture of musk and maleness and sweetness that flowed through his body until all he could think of was fucking and blowing his load and drinking down their poison. His own hands were wandering, slowly exploring their bodies. Misha's hair was long enough to brush against his skin in ticklish strokes whenever he moved, like soft and shy kisses.
What an obscene fucking outfit, Ahan thought, running a hand down Misha's side and admiring his body. He seemed a bit leaner than Kasha, though still perfectly toned with the slight graceful curve of a man. Misha just smiled quietly and cocked his hip into Ahan's hand, as if inviting him to grab his ass. He caressed Misha slowly and intently, trying to sear the memory of his flesh into his mind.
He couldn't help but stare as Misha slowly lowered the tip of his tail to brush against the back of his hand. Ahan was fixated on the dark iris bud at the end, barely resisting the urge to close his fingers around it. Unlike his own cow-like tail, the tail of an incubus was nearly half their bodies; they were thick, long, muscular, and equipped with something that Ahan was very eager to play with.
All the while, Misha was staring into Ahan's eyes without breaking contact.
"Hmm, a week," Kasha murmured, seemingly in thought. His fingers kneaded into Ahan's pec, squeezing it and making the flesh jiggle. "Just jerking off?" Apparently this question didn't need a response, because he soon followed it with another, "how do you do it?"
"…just with my hand," Ahan said, feeling the spell break slightly as a sense of shame returned to him.
"Ehh? That's no good," Kasha said.
"You should get a fleshlight or something. Or a doll." Misha chimed in helpfully.
"Thought about it," Ahan admitted.
"Well? Why didn't you?" Kasha asked.
"Just never got around to it."
Kasha made a thoughtful sound. "What kind would you go for?"
"Huh?" Ahan felt lost in the conversation.
"What kind of hole?" Kasha said, nonplussed. "Mouth? Ass? I'm guessing not vagina. Cloaca?"
"Or a secret, fifth type of hole?!" Misha exclaimed in a way that was somehow innocent.
"…isn't it all just plastic anyways? Does it really matter?" Ahan said.
"Tsk, tsk," Kasha clicked his tongue and wagged a finger playfully. "Of course it matters. Men can only be truly satisfied by holes, not hands."
"Whether its filling or being filled," Misha said serenely.
Ahan felt as if he were in a daze with this conversation. Filling or being filled, he thought, it really has been a while. He exhaled softly as he felt a nail dig into his nipple, poking at it repeatedly.
"Do you play with your nipples when you jerk off?" Kasha asked.
"Yeah," Ahan breathed out, "sometimes." He leaned into Kasha's touch and felt himself rewarded with his thumb rolling against his skin.
"That's good," Kasha said cheerfully. "You need to take better care of yourself." His fingers skillfully played with Ahan skillfully, rolling and kneading his nipples until they were hard and pebbled. "Cows suffer if they're not milked, after all."
Ahan was in the middle of formulating a scathing rebuttal when Misha jumped in. "That's right, you shouldn't neglect your tits," he said. Ahan let out a moan as he felt more fingers join in, scratching lightly at the tips of his nipples before groping his chest. "Doesn't it hurt to be so full of milk?" Misha asked innocently.
"Oh noo," Kasha said mockingly. "How could I not notice?! I'll have to suck it all out right away." Kasha jumped on top of Ahan, forcing a grunt out of the minos as he sat directly on top of his bulge before closing his mouth around a nipple in a sloppy kiss.
"Fuck," Ahan exhaled at the feeling of the incubus' mouth. His lips were soft, but the texture of his tongue was slightly rough, with numerous spines that dragged against sensitive nerves as he swabbed it back and forth. Kasha pulled away with a wet slurp, a thick strand of saliva connecting the two of them before it snapped and dripped down his chest. He promptly turned his attention to the other nipple, latching on and sucking softly, as he used his fingers to rub the spit into Ahan's skin. I can feel the poison, Ahan thought, the idea shooting straight to his cock. Kasha's spit was searing into him, traveling straight to the nerves and making every hair on his body stand on end. Kasha just smiled at him, bearing his weight down onto Ahan's hips even more as he continued to lap at him.
"Don't be shy," Misha cooed, his voice sounding absolutely mesmerizing and making Ahan's skull buzz with each syllable. "Just let it all out."
Ahan closed his eyes, trying to just enjoy the attention. He wasn't exactly into…whatever kind of roleplay this was supposed to be, but at least it felt good.
Ahan ran his hand along Misha's back, failing to find the seam of his clothing. The smooth leather hugged his body tightly and seemed to refuse being pulled off. Misha tilted his head with an amused expression.
"Take your clothes off," Ahan whispered, "let me feel your skin." He smoothed a palm against Misha's thigh for emphasis, relishing the feeling of the fine feathers and scales. The jewel toned greens shifted in color in response to his touch as the candlelight flickered off the surface. Misha just smiled at him in silence, as if waiting to see what he would do next. Emboldened, Ahan's hand slipped further and further up between Misha's legs, right to where the bodysuit ended at his groin. He dipped his thumb below the tight fabric as much as he could, feeling the slight dampness of sweat, before palming at the bulge in Misha's crotch. He must not be wearing anything underneath, Ahan thought, making out the faint imprints of bumps and ridges belonging to an incubus cock through the leather.
Misha's hand trailed over Ahan's for a moment, before he turned to his brother. "Kasha, come help me," Misha called out.
Ahan stifled a surprised grunt as he felt a sharp nip on his chest. Kasha smirked as he leaned back as Misha took a seat in front of him. The two incubi were both on top of him now, straddling his body and leaving a pleasing weight on his hips. Misha made a show of bringing his arms up and around his brother's neck, miming being tied up with an alluring look on his face. Meanwhile, Kasha's fingers skillfully teased Misha's body, caressing his face, moving down his neck, and tracing the frame of his body. Ahan watched, entirely captivated by the striptease and erotic movements. Their tails were intertwining together in suggestive undulations, wrapping and coiling around their bodies. Finally, he heard the faint sound of a zipper being undone, and Misha's bodysuit fell onto his stomach, exposing beautiful fawn skin with speckles of jade green trailing down to Misha's cock. Kasha pressed into him behind, his hands groping at Misha's bare chest, slowly coming down to grip his waist.
Misha bent down with a playful look in his eyes, fingers ghosting on Ahan's chest as he arched his back against Kasha. They moved their hips in tandem, grinding against each other as if fucking, and the scant stimulation brushing against him through his clothing was beginning to drive Ahan insane. He raised his hips against them out of instinct, every animal part of his brain screaming at him to bury his cock in their warmth. He stared at Misha, watching the incubus arch his back, his lips slightly parted as he faked gasps and moans in a terrifyingly convincing manner. Without Ahan realizing, his breathing was steadily growing more and more ragged by the second.
They look so unreal, Ahan thought, completely enamored. It wasn't as if he had never seen an incubus before. Even succubi passing by him would end up catching his attention — if only briefly — despite his preference for men; they were just attractive beings.
But he had never seen them in action, in person, and it would seem like that made all the difference.
He simply couldn't tear his eyes away from them.
In a fluid movement, Misha spun around and behind his brother, his hands gripping Kasha's torso hard enough to leave marks. Kasha let out a breathy sigh, sinking into Misha's arms and grinding pointedly against the tent in Ahan's pants with his own crotch. Misha tore the tape off Kasha's chest with careful movements — enough that he could see the slight stretch of skin as the tape peeled away to reveal pierced nipples. Two golden spikes ran horizontally through them, making the little sensitive bud jut out permanently from his toned chest. Ahan hadn't quite noticed before, but Kasha had much more defined musculature in comparison to Misha, though his frame couldn't be described as bulky.
Kasha grinned and dragged a nail directly over Ahan's bulge, fingertip pulling away with a thin, clear strand.
"I guess we have to hurry up," Misha mused, before reaching down to tear away Kasha's underwear in an uncharacteristically violent motion. The thin fabric ripped away easily, to fully expose Kasha, the rest of his clothing only serving to make him look more obscene than if he were entirely naked at this point.
"Hah, stop," Kasha complained. Misha's hand was groping insistently at his balls now, hefting and squeezing his plump sack. From behind his palm, Ahan could see Kasha's cock beginning to chub. "I'm trying not to get hard yet."
"Kasha loves having his balls played with," Misha purred. He released Kasha's balls and grabbed his cock instead, slowly pushing it back into his slit until just the tip was visible, then letting it slowly push back out again. The room was steadily filled with wet, slick noises as Misha essentially fucked Kasha's slit with his own cock. Kasha groaned and spread his legs wider, giving Ahan the perfect view of his glistening slit, his dick nearly entirely hidden by Misha's finger, and clear fluid dribbling down his balls.
It all seemed to Ahan like an invitation.
He reached out and fondled Kasha, rolling his balls on his palm briefly, drawing out a satisfied, breathy sigh from the incubus. He traced a finger around his slit slowly, gathering up wetness, before cautiously trying to slip it inside. He shuddered at the impossibly hot and tight feeling of Kasha's insides, the muscles pulsing in an attempt to store his cock inside.
…I wonder if I can fuck it? Ahan bit his lower lip at the idea. He had heard it was possible, but it would probably be a tight fit, especially with both of their cocks inside. I want to eat it out at least, he thought, watching the slick slowly drip down Kasha's ass, no doubt laden with incubus toxin. It's unfair, Ahan bemoaned in his head. Why give them such nice asses if you can't fuck them?
"He's getting funny ideas, Misha," Kasha complained.
"Distraction time!" Misha exclaimed before grabbing the waist of Ahan's pants. Kasha jumped in quickly, undoing the buttons, both of them yanking on his clothing. Ahan lifted his hips to help, sighing in relief as his cock sprang out, finally freed from its prison.
"Ooh, this is nice. Pretty hung, aren't you?" Kasha said, his fingers immediately looping around the base of Ahan's cock.
"He even has cow spots! So cute," Misha gushed, also wrapping a hand around his shaft, playing with the circular ridge in the middle. "Is this part more sensitive?"
"Ye-, yeah," Ahan moaned, hips jerking up slightly, as Misha stroked up and down with a firm grip. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard.
Misha giggled softly, running a finger lightly against the slit of Ahan's cock and gathering the precum that was starting to flow out. "Mm, it's tasty," he sighed, licking his lips in a way that made Ahan feel more frustrated than anything else.
"You don't have to eat with your hands, you know," Ahan said, a little surprised at how rough his voice was sounding. Kasha simply laughed and leaned towards Misha as he fed him a drop of precum on his finger. Use your mouths already, you fucking teases, Ahan thought impatiently as he watched them lick their soft, plush lips.
"This flat head is so sexy too," Kasha said, his voice low and sultry. He cradled the tip of Ahan's cock with his palm, twisting and rubbing it in a way that made stars pop into Ahan's vision. "It's just begging to be rubbed."
And then, suddenly, they both let go of his cock, letting it slap down against his stomach.
Ahan huffed a little in frustration as Misha laid down next to him. "Hey, hey," Misha whispered to him. "Can you show me how you jerk off?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, let us watch you jerk off," Kasha joined in, taking the other side next to him.
"…I don't really want to," Ahan lied. To be perfectly honest, he was so horny, the idea of cumming as soon as possible was more than a little appealing. On the other hand, what was the point of all this if he was just going to jerk off again? I can do that shit at home! He thought. Are they just trying to get out of work?
"Please?" Misha said with a pouty voice.
"Just for a little bit," Kasha added on. He seemed to catch onto Ahan's concern without it being said. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll personally make it worth your while."
Ahan hesitated before reaching out to grasp his cock.
"That's it," Misha breathed, his voice traveling in shivers across the surface of Ahan's skin. "Just show us whatever feels good." His hand was rubbing soothing circles across Ahan's chest, though purposefully avoiding his nipples, which were still hard and begging for attention.
"Work yourself up for us," Kasha whispered in his other ear. "Doesn't it feel nice to stroke it after a week?" Kasha's hands were caressing Ahan's face and head instead, making it feel like his brain was being cradled in his touch.
"Ugh," Ahan groaned out loud as he stroked his hand upwards. Precum was dripping down his shaft in thin rivulets and he used the pad of his thumb to spread it around. Steadily, he began to move faster and faster, his cock already raging hard from the foreplay and week of denial. The more he stroked, the harder he found it to stop.
"Ahh, that's it." Misha sighed, apparently satisfied. "Your cock fills your hand so nicely. That's so hot."
"Your balls look so full and heavy," Kasha whispered. "You made lots of delicious cum for us, right?"
"Squeeze harder," Misha said, the words suddenly making Ahan's vision blur as he obeyed. "Make it feel like you're stretching a bitch out."
Ahan let out a rough breath as he pumped his cock more roughly.
"That's it," Kasha said, his voice like velvet wrapping around him. "He's so tight, isn't he? His hole still needs to be broken in."
Shit, he thought, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! He could feel his orgasm building, cum starting to fill his cock and threatening to burst out. He clenched his abdomen as if he could somehow hold it back, even as his hand pumped mindlessly on his cock. I'm gonna cum, he thought desperately, I'm really gonna cum.
He was dimly aware of Kasha laughing as the incubus suddenly pulled his hand away.
Ahan breathed heavily as he felt the edge plateau, his cock bouncing and straining in the air as his orgasm slowly drifted away from him. He brought his hand to his face, hissing through gritted teeth, unsure of whether to be grateful or angry with Kasha.
"Don't cover your face," Misha hummed, taking Ahan's hand in his and surreptitiously pinning it against the bed. "You look cute like this."
"Yeah," Kasha said, his voice low. "Real cute." Ahan looked down to see the incubus between his legs, hand squeezing the base of his cock almost painfully tight.
Kasha gave Ahan a mischievous smile before wrapping his mouth around the tip of his bull cock without any warning.
Ahan gasped and jerked his hips involuntarily, sinking himself further into doom. The incubus' mouth felt as hot as his slit had and the spined texture of his tongue was lathering around the most sensitive areas torturously. Not to mention, Kasha's mouth was soaked in incubus poison, and now his cock was practically bathing in it. The toxin seemed to work nearly instantly, making it feel like his genitals were on fire; his cock somehow found the room to get even harder underneath Kasha's ministrations, the ache growing to unbearable levels now.
"Wait," Ahan cried out, "wait, wait, slow down!" He tried to push Kasha's head away, only for Misha to grab it with frightening force. He turned to look at Misha with alarm, only for the other incubus to give him a chilling smile.
"Don't worry," Misha intoned, his voice far more icy than usual. "You don't need to hold back."
Ahan gripped the bedsheets with such force that he thought he would tear them as Kasha practically inhaled his cock, lips wrapping flush against the base. Blinding light struck Ahan's vision as he felt every sensation with frightening clarity — the wet heat of Kasha's mouth, the coiling pressure of an incubus' tongue, the tight, wringing feeling of a throat around his cock, and the vacuum pressure threatening to suck his spine out from his body.
And then the dam broke, every wave of pleasure crashing into him all at once, rushing through him, spilling out of his cock in thick, continuous streams, like he was trying to piss it out of his body. Ahan could hear his own guttural groans as if it were someone else making them. His body felt like not his own for the moment, and he was dimly aware of Kasha and Misha both pressing him down against the bed.
"That's it," Misha purred. "Let it all out."
Ahan let out a shaky groan, as the pleasure ebbed away with each spurt of cum. His labored breathing soon turned into a hiss of pain and panic.
Rather than stopping, Kasha was still going, sucking up and down the minos' cock. His lips were wrapped snug around the shaft, only allowing his own tongue to extend out and coil lewdly for added stimulation. Their eyes met for an instant and Ahan couldn't wonder if the fear showed in his eyes.
There was a predatory glint in Kasha's eyes as he pressed down on Ahan's hips and began to blow him with renewed intensity, sucking as if he wanted to tear cock from body.
Ahan cried out in pain, struggling against the two of them, though the bucking of his hips didn't help him much at all. "Stop, stop, STOP!" He cried out desperately, trying to shake Misha off of him.
"Shhh." Misha shushed him, sounding entirely unconcerned. There was a hint of glee in his gray eyes as he watched the minos thrash from the overstimulation. "You'll be okay," he whispered in a soothing voice. "Just a few more seconds…" His voice trailed off back into its floaty, dreamy tone. "I'll count for you."
"One…"
The vulgar, slurping sound of Kasha's mouth was driving Ahan insane, the noise somehow pulling out every reserve he had in his body.
"Two…" Misha breathed into Ahan's ear before sticking his tongue deep into the minos' ear, drawing out a strangled moan. Ahan tried to turn his head away from the new angle of assault, only to feel Misha's claws digging painfully into him, grabbing onto his other ear like he wanted to tear it off. Meanwhile, Kasha had bobbed up to focus on the head alone, attacking it such force that Ahan thought the incubus may have been trying to draw blood. The world was now vibrating around him in a frequency of pain and blinding white.
"Three," Misha finished by blowing softly into his ear as Kasha drew away with a wet, deafening pop.
Ahan panted shakily as the world slowly swirled back into focus. His legs felt numb, his cock was burning, his stomach was hurting and every muscle in his body was aching from being strung tight for so long. He covered his face with his hands, wiping away clammy sweat, when he felt a soft tap on his head. He lowered his hands to see both of the incubi looking at him, clearly waiting for his attention.
Misha smiled softly once he was sure Ahan was watching. He held a hand out to Kasha, whose cheeks were still bulging, clearly full.
Ahan watched as the two twins began an open mouth kiss, one clearly intended for an audience. Their lips touched briefly only to pull back so he could see his own cum dripping thickly into Misha's mouth. Their tongues coiled together, frothing the semen until thick bubbles formed between their mouths. As soon as the load was transferred to Misha, he grabbed Kasha's face and forced him down, spitting it back into his open and waiting mouth.
Misha's hand clawed at his brother's throat, causing him to choke and spill the cum. The thick fluid mixed with incubus saliva bubbled past his lips, dribbling in rivulets down his body and splattering against the shiny black leather. Kasha grabbed at Misha's hair, gathering it in a savage bunch and using it to jerk his head around.
Fuck, Ahan thought, entirely caught in the theater of it all. Fuck!
He could feel his cock throbbing to life even after all the recent abuse.
Misha was moaning breathily as he sucked the remnants of cum away in wet, sloppy kisses. His ass was arched into the air as Kasha forced him onto all fours to lap the drops of cum from his thighs. He made desperate whines like a starving animal every time his brother yanked his head away, forcing him to stick and stretch his tongue out, something that had great effect on Ahan. Misha lapped at the load like it was the most delicious meal he had ever had, low hisses escaping his throat as he ate.
Ahan didn't think he had ever seen anything so erotic before.
The twins were unparalleled beauties, rolling around and performing the most pornographic filth as if it were nothing. The sight, the sound, the smell of them was enough to wrap him entirely under their spell.
So all the while, he failed to notice that not once during this entire performance, had either of the twins ever looked at each other.
Their gray eyes were fixated entirely on their prey before them.