Helloooo! Can we have a bit of incubus fic, please? 😇
Under a cut because NSFW
Always it ended the same way: with the heavy body on top of him, and the shock of feeling his whole body convulsing, the tightening of belly, balls, back, and the wet, hot spurting of coming till he was out of his mind; and the shameful jolting out of the dream, and into the unpleasantly sticky reality.
After he had been driven so mad as to say, “Please” whilst Merlin was buried but unmoving inside of him, he decided it was time to go to Gaius. He could have written off the rest as being a bad bit of supper, or a hopefully fatal sickness; but the begging gave it up as magic. He had still been pleading for it when he woke up; had woken, actually, by startling himself with a particularly fervent, “Merlin” which had brought him, for once, out of it all before the denouement, so that there was only the sick unfulfilled tightness in his belly, which he had tried to ignore by rolling over onto it. Then he had pushed down his braies, and ground himself into the bed till he was crying out, and going everywhere; and in the hazy aftermath realised there was no explanation other than sorcery.
