#ingo.thirst

His first rut with you. He was being spent tied up to a chair. Just a week before, he warned you that he feared that his ruts would be far too wild. He could already feel it was in his pre-rut. He had never had ruts this bad. In the fuzzy past, he barely remembers. He never really had ruts for some reason. Now here he was wishing that he hadn't told you to tie him up when his rut began.

His chest slowly rises and falls as he eyes you in the room. You could feel him stare holes into your back as you tried to ignore his intense gaze. He could smell you from here—the delicious scent of your sex, You are in preheat as well, Oh how agonizingly painful to be in a room with an unmarked omega in preheat and not being able to breed it. Oh great Sinnoh he needs it so bad.

"come on my dear You can untie me I promise I'll behave." He growls his voice uncharacteristically soft and husky it sent shivers down your spine.

Shy slutty incubus Ingo. It’s his first day on the job, but he’s so nervous! He accidentally gives himself away.

He was meant to seduce you, the head nun, but it backfires.

rub the tattoo, and if he has a tail, rub right were the tail meets his skin at the same time to get him screaming.

You have to gaslight the entire church that, no, no one was screaming, they are just imaging it.

Not knowing you have a demon below you, shakily reach for you, grasping your robe trying to pull you back down.

You tell the church "It must have been the voice of an Angel"

All while winking to the demon beneath you, who is biting his hand so hard at your lie, his dick twitching.

“Cause lord knows it sounded like it.”

He never thought he’d be cumming to being told he sounded heavenly.

But here he is.

He was suppose to seduce you, not the other way around! But he’s not mad, he loves it.

His back arching and small leathery wings fluttering, as you run your nails across his womb tattoo.

His hand bleeding from how hard he’s biting.

And he looks so pretty speared open on your strap on.

Having him face down on the bed, his ass high in the air. Listening to his squeal for more.

You grab his tail, yanking his ass up by it, listening to him cumming again

“M-more! Please! M’yours! Yoursyoursyours!”

“Such a slut I have.”

Ingo cries out, thrusting his ass back against, while trying to hide his face into the pillow below him.

But thank just won’t do.

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Emmet would be so jealous once he finds out. Usually he and Ingo share anyways, so why was Ingo hiding you? Why wasn’t he told?

But watching you pleasure his twin, uncaring, and in front of an oblivious church.

It has him yearning for what Ingo has.

He waits until his twin leaves, but it notices the stoic twin left late, and beyond well fed.

Finally he can make a move!

When he shows himself to you, you think it’s Ingo back again. Until you see his smile, you’ve seen Ingo smile *once* and that was your first night with him, when you exhausted him.

But this is one is wide and excited.

“I am Emmet.”

His voice lacking emotion, unlike your incubus lover’s.

“And I want a taste.”

His spear head tail swishing, like a cat ready to pounce.

And oh he does.

But he wasn’t ready for the fight you put up. Leaving him squeaking as he’s flipped, he can only look up at you in shock.

You have him by the throat, cooing down at him.

“Cute attempt.”

He hates to admit how much his cock twitches at that.

You smack his ass when he started to slow, making his back arch and leaving him squealing.

His wings tremble as he tries to flap them, hoping to get more leverage.

“Gonna cum for like the cockdrunk whore you are?”

“YES! Pleasepleaseplease gonna cum! Cummiiing!”

He slams himself down, pressing your strap on into his prostate. He cums with a cry, coating his and your stomachs.

But he doesn’t stop.

His hips never stop moving.

Tears stream down his face, his eyes cross. He tosses his head back, squealing, when you put the vibrator to his body.

and your free hand lightly clawing his tattoo on his stomach.

His drool sliding down his chin and to his neck, his head is tossed back and hair tussled.

“Such a good slut for me.”

He’s cumming again with no warning, he can’t help it! It’s too much!

Emmet is practically screaming when the vibe touches his womb tattoo.

It’s so sensitive! He can’t-!

“Again? You really are a cumdump.”

With nothing but the faint twinkling glow of the sculk, all around you was pitch black. The monsters you've tried to run from before holding you hostage in this ruined subway deep Underground. Your clothing and armor torn into useless scrap metal and rags as your naked body presses firmly against the Monstrous chest of your Captor it's heartbeat sending chills up your spine yet weirdly calming you.

Big stone cold hands grabbing and kneading it your soft body. sharp claws tracing over each curve, giving extra attention to anything that piques their interest such as your pert nipple gently pressing and pinching at the sensitive bud a Low clicking purr coming from the beasts' throat seemingly satisfied with the moans they were drawing out of you.

Instead of killing you they held you hostage They treat as you nothing more than a plaything. The tendril like appendages between their legs stood erect, giving off a faint glow as a glowing blue liquid smeared against your plush thighs, covering you in the beast's scent. The beast in front of you seemed obsessed by the way your soft skin feels in between his cock. While the one behind you who's lap you are sitting in it's tendril twitched feeling the warmth pulsating from your slick sex. Sliding right against your soaked entrance. You whimper unconsciously bucking your hips, the memory I'm taking his fat cock alone making you drool.

These creatures continue to fondle and play with your body their hands occasionally dipping dangerously low.

Ingo bit his lip as he drops the powdery substance in your tea mixing it in. He would never go this far usually but he can't take it anymore. He can't take watching as his colleagues looking and touching you as you reward this insulin behavior with smiles and laughs.

Ingo stares at you quietly watching as you bring the cup to your lips taking small sips come on just a little more.

He kept you busy talking about work-related topics, his eyes continuing to wander at the cup try not to look too suspicious every time you take another drink.

He did not expect you to drink the whole thing but that's okay the more aphrodisiacs inside your system the better.

Your mind was cloudy, your body was hot you didn't even notice your boss laying you on his bed folding you in half. Bare bodies touching each other as he Strokes his hard cock to put inside of you. Your body aches with need, legs wrapping around his waist eager to take everything he has. Tilting your head back moaning, drooling as a slowly sinks himself inside of you. The cold Lube feels amazing against you're hot clenching walls.

Ingo kept a steady pace leaning down to kiss you as he drives his cock inside of you. This was not enough for you, you needed more!" Hah! Mmm! Please, harder"

He Happily complied bucking his hips deeper, harder inside. Ingo's lips move from yours to your neck murmuring sweet words against your skin.

It still wasn't enough, the burning sensation inside of you was growing hotter and hotter. You're insides we're squeezing him. Ingo tries to keep up with your demands but his pace was slowly faltering.

His orgasm hits him hard, the grip he had on your wrists softening.

With all your strength you flip him over. His cock leaving you for a moment his seed dripping from your hole.

Ingo couldn't even react for a moment before your hand Slammed on his neck, your other hand stroking his overstimulated cock trying to work it back inside of you. His mind goes blank as you give me his neck a small squeeze slowly sinking back down.

You didn't waste any more time slamming back down over and over. Forcing his cock to drill harder and faster inside of you. His loud choked moans drive you insane.

Ingo's eyes roll back his orgasm hitting him harder, but you didn't stop grinding your hips down on him milking him, before picking your pace back up.

"Oh! S'much, HAH-! MH! S-SLOW D-DOWN!"