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Incubus Boyfriend: Rommel 2 (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-03-06 20:00:02 +0000 UTC
Male Main Character x Male Monster
I’m used to sleeping in with Nicos, but Rommel is like Ivy and gets up much earlier. He slips out of bed so he doesn’t bother me, which stirs me, but I fall back to sleep easily. I don’t fully rouse myself until I hear the doorbell ring. I hear Rommel walking down his hallway and talking to someone. I slowly rise, rubbing my eyes as Rommel enters carrying a paper bag and a tray of drinks. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I ordered a couple of things.” He wags his finger for me to follow, but I’m not exactly coherent. I just sit like a lump, still trying to process the fact that I’m alive and awake.
Rommel steps back, nonplussed. “Hello? Does it live? Does the little man that pilots your flesh suit need a key code or command?” He steps onto the bed platform and sits down beside me. “Come on, Ashley. I promised Ivy you would call her once you got up.”
“I’m up,” I grumble.
Rommel chuckles and rubs my chin. “Ooh, you do grow like a weed don’t you. Such manly stubble first thing in the morning.” He kisses my cheek and gently nibbles. “Wake up for me. We have a date today, remember? And I ordered a big, luxurious breakfast.”
“Oh,” I murmur as I begin to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I’m not a morning person.”
“I got three different types of caffeine to help kick you into gear.” Rommel turns my head and kisses me. He pulls back and winces. “That breath!”
“Sorry.”
“No worries, I was the one playing with fire.” He helps me off the bed and takes me to his kitchen, which looks untouched and pristine aside from the table. Rommel starts unpacking the paper bag as I sit down. I eyeball a coffee and take it, drinking it even though it’s still black and piping hot.
“Now, that’s power,” Rommel chuckles. “Just help yourself to whatever. I recommend this croissant. It’s usually what I get.” He sits down, unwrapping a grease-spotted package.
“Thank you,” I sigh after I drink the coffee down. “Your home is really nice.”
“This old place?” he chuckles. “Well, thank you. Use whatever you want - just clean up after yourself.”
Once I start to eat I begin to feel better, so I make that call to Ivy and Nicos. I add some creamer to my coffee while I wait for an answer. “There you are,” Ivy says sweetly. “How are you feeling today?”
I feel better hearing her voice. “I’m fine. Rommel was a big help last night.”
“I’m sure. Nicos and I were a mess last night. We knew you were safe and sound, but we missed you so much.”
My heart melts. I love them both so much. “I miss you, too. How is your class going?”
“It’s going quite well! Busy, of course,” she sighs. “So what do you and Rommel have planned for today? You’re letting him do your therapy, right?”
“After yesterday I don’t think I have a choice, but I’m looking forward to it.” I take another sip of coffee. “He showed me some of what he does last night.”
“That’s good. I’m glad he’s giving you some warning. Rommel is quite powerful for an incubus. He trained us and was able to survive,” she giggles.
“I could feel that last night. He was wonderful.”
“Good. I’m glad you two are getting along so well. It makes me feel better knowing you have someone to go to when Nicos and I can’t be around.” Her voice sounds so relieved.
“I’ll be fine, Ivy, I promise,” I try to reassure her. “I’m a big boy.”
“I know, I know. Can’t help worrying about my baby. I do have a request for you.”
“Really?” I chuckle.
Rommel looks up from his paper with a smile.
“Nicos and I would love it if you and Rommel could film your therapy for us today,” Ivy says. “If you’re comfortable with that.”
I feel a slight twinge below the belt. “No, I actually wouldn’t mind that.” Under the table Rommel’s foot slides up my leg. “Maybe, um… maybe if you and Nicos aren’t busy at the time, we could…” I’m getting distracted by Rommel’s foot in my lap. “We could video chat.”
“That’d be great!” Ivy giggles. “Very exciting. We usually have a lunch break around noon if you can wait out that long.”
“Yeah, I’ll see what happens.” I look over at Rommel who is acting like nothing is wrong even though his foot is rubbing between my legs under the table. “Is Nicos up?”
“Still in bed,” she huffs, “the lazy brat. I’d best go and wake him. Talk to you later, baby. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Bye.” I hang up, then grab Rommel’s foot under the table. “Can we wait until noon?”
Rommel chuckles. “Trust me, the way I work, you’ll want to start now.” He stands from the table and drops his robe, revealing sleek lingerie underneath - a dark green corset, matching garters attached to thigh-high stockings, and matching lace panties. I swallow hard as I take in his visage. I’m not ready at all.
Rommel puts his hand under my chin, lifting me to my feet. “Go take a shower while I set up the massage table.”
“Okay,” I squeak.
Romme dips down to kiss me, then nuzzles my stubble. “Get nice and clean for me, because you won’t be that way again until I’m done with you.” He swats my ass as I leave the kitchen. “Oh, and Ashley, dear?”
I turn to look back at him. Rommel approaches, heels clicking severely on the tile, and stands close, tickling his fingers down to my stomach. “If you touch yourself, you’ll only make it worse,” he purrs. “Be a good boy for me and let yourself ache.” He palms me, then pulls away. “Got it?”
If steam could shoot out of my ears, it would in that instant. “Yeah. Yeah!” I gulp and nod. “I’ll be good.”
Rommel smirks and points out the door. I go to the bathroom and hop into the shower, and I’m already at half-mast. I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive until noon. It’s almost ten. Having to endure two hours of Rommel’s treatment sounds too intense for me right now. I try to focus and enjoy the shower. He has such fancy soaps and products, I lose track of time sniffing and trying them.
“Done yet?” I hear Rommel beckon. “Everything is set up, and I’m waiting.”
“Yes! Almost.” I do another quick rinse before I step out. Rommel is leaning in the doorway, watching me as I dry off with the towel. “Come as you are.”
We go back to the bedroom area, where he has the massage table set up along with multiple candles burning for ambience. He taps the table for me to hop up. “Okay, lie down. Relax. I’m going to go slow at first.”
I lie flat on the table, placing my face through the hole in the headrest. After the warm shower the air around me feels so cool. My skin feels more sensitive than normal, my senses alert and eager for whatever touch Rommel is going to give me. I fidget, uncomfortable with my cock flat against the table.
“Close your eyes,” Rommel instructs me. “Take deep breaths and let them out slowly.”
I do as he bids, taking my time to breathe and be aware of my breath. Ivy does something similar to this when my anxiety is getting the better of me, pressing her body against my back and guiding me to breathe. “Good, good,” Rommel coaxes. His heels click along the floor as he approaches me. “Now, I’m going to pour some warm oil on your back. Let me know how it feels.” His hands coat my back, and they feel warm and luxurious against my cold skin.
“Feels nice,” I moan.
Rommel rubs the oil down, coating my rear and the backs of my thighs. “Good.” He begins to knead along my spine, digging in until it’s a painful sort of good. “Not hurting you, am I?”
“Not...” I grunt with his efforts, “in a bad way.”
“You’re awfully tense here.You carry your stress here.” He smooths his palms along my shoulders, then digs in, first gentle and then hard. It makes me grunt and moan loudly. “You’re quite vocal.”
I swallow and nod. “Yeah. Nicos likes it, so I have a hard time holding myself back sometimes.”
His hands slip down my back, adding more oil. “That’s good. I like that sound.” He massages my lower back now. “It’s a good sign every time, and lets me know my work is being well-received.”
“I’m surprised,” I chuckle. “I didn’t think this would be a real massage.”
His hands slow. “What were you thinking ,Ashley?”
“I, uh… I had no clue! I thought it would be… I mean, this is great! I really needed it.”
Rommel’s hands move down to my rear, groping and squeezing. “Did you think I would be more handsy than this?”
“M-maybe?”
“I can be, if you’d like,” Rommel chuckles.
I remind myself to take deep breaths. “Is that what you have planned?”
Rommel steps out of his heels and climbs onto the table, straddling my legs. He’s naked aside from the stockings, from what I can feel at least, and presses the length of his whole body against my oiled skin. Deep breaths, I tell myself, deep breaths. Rommel moans into my ear, and I feel the sound through his chest, his legs, his hands. “How is this?” he whispers.
“Good!” I blurt.
“Just good?” Rommel bites the tip of my ear.
I try to breathe shakily. “It’s great!”
Rommel holds my hips between his palms when he notices me lifting them. “Uncomfortable, are we? Or is there something propping you up?”
“You know there is,” I laugh faintly.
Chuckling, Rommel stands up. He rubs a towel down my back, mopping up the excess oil. “Okay, then. Roll over for me and lie on your back.
I do, holding my breath as I look up at his face. His chest is slick and gleaming from the oils, almost like beautiful vinyl. His eyes slice down my frame and a smile appears on his face. “There we go. Relax. Breathe like I told you.” He pours more warm oil down my chest and rubs it in with his palms. He massages into my chest and belly, down my thighs and between them. My cock lies on my belly, going untouched through all this, and he avoids it deftly, leaving it alone to suffer.
“I have to ask,” he purrs. “Did you do as I asked in the shower?” I grunt as his hands rub harder into my chest. Rommel’s smirk is growing. “What was that? Speak up.”
“I didn’t,” I whine.
“Good, very good.” Rommel cups his slick hand around my balls, palpating there gently. I whine and thrust, but he plants his hand firmly on my belly. He works his hand up, barely touching me enough to coat my shaft in oil. “Look how big and hard you are. So needy.” He leaves my cock alone again, stepping away from the table and back into his heels. “Stay there for me. Be a good boy and don’t move.” He walks away, his heels clicking along the floor until they fade into the distance.
I lie there, struggling to keep my hands still. I try to remember to breathe deeply, and shudder because even the cool air feels like too much stimulation. Rommel returns, setting up a tablet so it faces me, and when he turns it I see it’s recording. My body is spread out like a meal on the table. Rommel smiles and waves at the camera, turning back towards me. In his hands he has that vibrating massager from the video he showed me the night before.
“Oh, fuck,” I mewl.
Rommel chuckles. “Oh, yes.” He dangles the vibrator by its cord. “You know what’s coming for you, don’t you Ashley? Or rather, you’re going to wish that you were coming. Now, put your arms over your head for me please.” I lift them, and he ties them together against the table. The silk ribbon feels nice around my wrists, but it’s still a surprise. “Good boy, Ashley. You might just get your reward faster than you think.” He presses a remote in his hand, which turns on the vibrator. “We’re going to record until your partners can join us. So behave yourself and keep the show going for them.” He lowers down the vibrator, letting it buzz against my sack before slowly dragging it up along my cock. I arch my back to press closer, but Rommel pulls it away to the side and slightly out of reach.
“Oops.” Rommel laughs. “You know better than that.” He swings the toy, making it buzz over me for a swift moment before settling along my opposite side. I struggle, growing more and more desperate by the second. I need the vibrator to touch me, something concrete I can feel and enjoy. I stretch my hips, trying to make it linger, but Rommel moves it every time, shifting away from me. It only brushes me like a breeze, and the more frustrated I get, the more my mind unravels. I start to hump the air, whining in my pitiful need, just to feel something, anything. Rommel maintains a cool, almost aloof expression as he watches me.
“Please!” I begin to beg. “Please, let me have it! I can’t stand it anymore!”
“You are really cute this way,” he says smugly. “I’m enjoying myself. Aren’t you?”
I thrash my hips, trying to capture that damn elusive vibrator. I could almost cry. “I need something!”
Rommel turns off the vibrator and pulls it away from me. I fall flat onto the table, panting and whining. I’ve never felt this pathetic and needy in all my life! How did he do that so easily? He really is as powerful as Ivy claimed.
“Poor baby.” I hear her voice, and I turn to see her and Nicos gazing from the screen.
“Look who came to join us,” Rommel massages my arms and shoulders. “Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting for?”
I stare at their faces, missing them and needing them, but I’m at a loss for words.
“I hope you’re not teasing him too much,” Nicos laughs. “He looks very out of it right now.”
“I’m fine,” I pant. “Just...” I arch my hips, letting them see my throbbing cock.
“Looks tasty to me,” Nicos says.
“You’re not going to let that go to waste, are you Rommel?” Ivy giggles.
Rommel walks around the table, tugging down his panties and laying his cock on my lips. “Trust me, he’ll get everything he needs from me. Nothing will go to waste.”
I open my mouth, letting him rub against my lips and tongue. I moan against him, pressing my tongue to his shaft. Rommel turns my head, pushing himself inside my mouth, aiming for my throat. He pulls out, letting me kiss and lick, then shoves himself back inside. He rubs the back of my head, moaning as I choke slightly. “Having fun?” He pulls back to let me answer.
I gasp, “Yes!” I hear Nicos moan, and I turn to watch as Ivy’s head bounces in his lap.
“They’re getting off on watching you. Even if they didn’t love you, I’m sure they’d fall in love watching what they see here.” Rommel kisses me hungrily, biting my lip and dragging his teeth down my neck. His fingers slip down my chest before he stands erect again. “Now then, let’s finish that massage.” He moves down and spreads my thighs open, pouring oil along my shaft and between my legs. He rubs the oil into my thighs as he moves deeper, kneading his fingers against my anus. I gasp out loud, thrusting myself to meet his touch.
“Be still!” he warns quietly.
Ivy and Nicos are panting, but I can’t look at them. I’m in enough pain here. Rommel’s fingers push inside me, pulling out swiftly. “That’s good. Keep still.” He takes the vibrator and tucks it between my cheeks, turning it on a setting that goes in short sudden pulses. I whimper, twitching. It feels good but not where I need it to be. Rommel takes my balls in his palm, gently fondling them while watching my expression.
“Mercy,” I whine. “I can’t take much more of this.”
“Shh,” Rommel coaxes. “You can take a lot, I know how strong you are, Ashley.” He dips down, giving me fluttering kisses all over my chest. “I know how much your body can take. It’s survived up until this point.” He climbs up onto the table again, sitting on my stomach. He rubs his hands up and down my chest, pressing them in and pushing me through the table. At least, that’s what it feels like.
“I just want to come!” I almost cry.
“Of course you do.” Rommel kisses me. “But you can’t right now.”
I thrust my hips in frustration, trying to reach him with my cock, but he’s out of reach. I can’t use my hands or arms, and now my legs are useless. If I move them too much then the vibrator will leave me entirely.
Rommel smirks down at me. “Just a little while longer, Ashley.” He rubs his chest against mine, pressing like he did against my back. His legs slide down and his body moves closer. I could almost cry with relief when his skin touches my cock. I can feel his warmth and the slickness of the oil between us. He only lingers for a moment, but it’s enough to reassure me.
“See? I’ll take care of you, Ashley,” Rommel whispers to me. His hands stroke down my sides, grasping my hips and lifting them off the table. He places me in his lap, letting me rest a moment, then takes his cock in his hand, pressing it against me. “Ready, my good boy?” He prods for entrance.
“Oh fuck yes!” I whine. “Hurry!”
Rommel smirks. “You know I don’t do that.” He pokes and nudges before moving himself inside. He goes slowly, burying himself within me at a glacial pace. He holds me on his lap, not letting me move or buck like I want.
“Fuck!” I struggle with my bound arms. “Oh, please!” Ivy and Nico’s moaning reaches my ears again, and I almost lose my breath.
“Shh,” Rommel hushes me again. “Slowly, now.” He bounces my hips against his legs, moving me up and down at an achingly slow pace. “Enjoy it. Deep breaths.”
“Rommel,” I whimper.
He moans loudly. “I see why they love you so much. You’re just endless. Oh, Ashley! Let me take my time fucking you.”
I’m frustrated and desperate, but he feels so good.”Rommel, yes, please,” I beg.
His chuckle is deep and dangerous. “Nicos, Ivy?” he says to the screen. “You’re lucky I want nothing to do with romance, or else I might try to steal this boy from you. I hope you don’t mind sharing in the future.”
“That’s up to Ashley,” Ivy pants.
Rommel looks down at me with a coy smile. “You like me, don’t you, Ashley?”
I am breathless and fading fast. “Of course.”
To my disbelief and joy, he begins to move faster. “You wouldn’t mind my treatment again, would you?”
If I could applaud, I would. He’s going harder! “I don’t know if I could survive it again,” I pant.
Rommel picks up the vibrator, pressing it to the base of my cock and turning it on. I lose my mind, my soul, my consciousness - everything leaves through my cock at that exact moment. Rommel presses the vibrator up and down my shaft, watching as my semen pumps out. I’ve never had a release like that, almost violent, but so needed. I suppose the best thing I can compare it to is a storm after a drought.
I am delirious and dizzy for a while after, as it takes my soul some time to come back to my body. Rommel mops me up, sucking me dry once he’s done, and carries me to bed, where I sleep until I can be human again. When I come to, I feel ascended almost. I take in a deep breath, letting it out as I stretch along the bed. I sigh dreamily, relaxing back into the bed. I reach for my phone, seeing a few messages from Nicos and Ivy. I smile, because each one is so sweet and affirming. I can’t wait for them to come home. I’ve never had a foursome before, but I’m sure they all have. It’ll be fun to include Rommel, even if he says he’s not in it for the romance. I smile to myself, still feeling like jelly below the waist. I manage to stand and go into the bathroom to hop into the shower.
Rommel struts down the hallway, dressed in his suit and looking like he hadn’t just sucked out one of my nine lives. “Welcome back, Ashley.” He hands me an ice=cold bottle of water as I come out of the shower. “Rest well?”
I kiss him passionately, trying to impart my gratitude without words. “I feel amazing, thanks to you.”
Rommel licks his lips and smirks. “You don’t hate me?”
“It was touch-and-go there for a while.” I crack open the water bottle and guzzle it down. “But I can’t deny the results.”
“There’s still come on my ceiling,” he teases. “But I’m glad you feel better. Once you feel up to it, we’ll go to your place and pack a bag.” He kisses me again. “I have it all recorded too, if you ever want to see it.”
“I’m sure Nicos and Ivy will add it to the collection.” I put my hand on his thigh, then start to dry myself off. “I can get ready to go now, if you want. I wasn’t aware of what happened after. You did finish, right?”
“As soon as you popped, I couldn’t last any longer either.” Rommel stands up. “I owe you dinner, so think of somewhere fancy you’d like to go.”
I rest back against the pillows with the bottle on my chest. “Can we just order in? And we can watch a movie and fool around?”
Rommel glances back at me over the rim of his glasses, his shocked expression melting into a smile. “You really are insatiable. Fine. We can stay in tonight.”
“I like you, Rommel,” I say to him.
He looks back at me and smiles. “I like you too, Ashley.”
