The sounds of ecstasy filling the luxury home are like music to his ears. The lusty moans filled with desire and want, groans and grunts of effort, the sounds of skin on skin. Even the creaking of furniture under ever shifting and moving weight is like a drug. Men and women grouped off in varying configurations or flitting between one partner and the next, exploring each other, sampling each other. Perfection.
The middle aged man sweating and grunting on top of Vena is the owner of the beautiful home with plenty of space for all of Vena's new friends. Temporary owner. This will all belong to the incubus before too much longer. He's been with the man for weeks now. Ever since he saw the beautiful home and decided that he wanted it for himself, greedy and selfish thing that he is. The man isn't long for this world. Would he be fucking the incubus so enthusiastically if he knew it was killing him? Easy answer. Of course he would. He can't help himself. He's lost to Vena's allure.
Vena lazily rolls his head to the side, toward the front door, when the doorbell chimes over the sounds of pleasure. It's an open invitation so who's ringing the doorbell? How annoying. "Get off of me." He should play the part of a good host for a few moments and answer the door. The response Vena gets from his partner is nothing more than some grunting and a poor attempt at some harder thrusts, so Vena shoves the man off of him and climbs to his feet. "Start doing as you're told."
Stepping over bodies twisted and tangled up together, Vena pads over to the door to pull it open. If not for the fact that one can hear and see from the doorway what's happening inside, it might not be impossible to come up with a pretty close guess based on Vena's appearance. He's wearing sheer black lingerie that's completely open in the back except for the lacing holding it all together. That and the mix of fresh and dried cum streaked along in inner thighs and thin clothing.
"Yes?" he asks as his eyes slowly and deliberately wander over the young man at the door. "Ah, that's right. You're the food boy, aren't you?" His collection of humans do need to eat, don't they?
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The middle aged man sweating and grunting on top of Vena is the owner of the beautiful home with plenty of space for all of Vena's new friends. Temporary owner. This will all belong to the incubus before too much longer. He's been with the man for weeks now. Ever since he saw the beautiful home and decided that he wanted it for himself, greedy and selfish thing that he is. The man isn't long for this world. Would he be fucking the incubus so enthusiastically if he knew it was killing him? Easy answer. Of course he would. He can't help himself. He's lost to Vena's allure.
Vena lazily rolls his head to the side, toward the front door, when the doorbell chimes over the sounds of pleasure. It's an open invitation so who's ringing the doorbell? How annoying. "Get off of me." He should play the part of a good host for a few moments and answer the door. The response Vena gets from his partner is nothing more than some grunting and a poor attempt at some harder thrusts, so Vena shoves the man off of him and climbs to his feet. "Start doing as you're told."
Stepping over bodies twisted and tangled up together, Vena pads over to the door to pull it open. If not for the fact that one can hear and see from the doorway what's happening inside, it might not be impossible to come up with a pretty close guess based on Vena's appearance. He's wearing sheer black lingerie that's completely open in the back except for the lacing holding it all together. That and the mix of fresh and dried cum streaked along in inner thighs and thin clothing.
"Yes?" he asks as his eyes slowly and deliberately wander over the young man at the door. "Ah, that's right. You're the food boy, aren't you?" His collection of humans do need to eat, don't they?