Haley Thistle
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Incubus Boyfriend: Rommel (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-03-04 20:00:03 +0000 UTC
Male Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)
Ever since I met Nicos and Ivy, things have been really great. It’s been a long time since I had any incidents like I used to. And my anxiety hasn’t been as horrible as it usually is. Our relationship, combined with the natural therapy their powers provide, have made things the best they’ve been.
But for the next couple of weeks, Ivy and Nicos have to go away for business. They’ve been hired to teach a new batch of succubi and incubi their therapy methods. Things had been going so great that I wasn’t concerned at first. Not only that, Nicos and Ivy put Rommel in charge in case anything happened. Rommel even offered to let me come stay with him at his place, but I still didn’t think anything would happen.
Fast forward two days into Nicos and Ivy being gone, and I’m out of the house going to get a few groceries when I’m pulled into the air by a harpy. It’s the first incident to happen to me in ages, so at first, I just go stiff, unsure of what’s happening. It’s not worth going into detail about the rest. Let’s just say I’m able to escape, and I go directly to Rommel’s apartment.
It’s late and I’m worried Rommel is away or asleep. I’m shaking, so I try to keep my arms wrapped around myself or in my pockets. I just want to be somewhere safe, it doesn’t matter where at all. Nicos and Ivy aren’t home, so it feels empty and lonesome there. My teeth are starting to chatter, and tears well up in my eyes. I feel a rush of relief when Rommel answers the door, wearing a robe and with his long white hair tied up in a bun.
“Ashley?” A look of concern instantly paints his sharp features. “My god, what happened?”
“Can I come in?” My voice sounds thick and warbly when I try to talk.
Rommel puts his hand on my shoulder as he pulls me into his home. “I can’t believe it,” he scoffs. “It’s only been two days! Come in, come in.” He puts his arm around me, and already it helps. “Poor lad,” he says in that sensual yet stern voice of his. He leads me down the hall into a spacious room that’s part gothic bedroom and part romantic living room.
“A h-harpy,” I tremble as Rommel sets me down on a beautiful evergreen sofa.
Rommel begins to inspect me, checking my arms and body for any signs of harm. There are a few scratches and a few bite marks, each one sparking an angry glint in his dark eyes. “You’re here now, at least. Let me get some ointment for these cuts, and maybe a drink.”
“I’m sorry.” The words make my tears flow freely.
Rommel gives me a stern look, but there is a softness in his gaze I rarely see. Being with Nicos and Ivy, I’ve had many meetings with Rommel. He set me up with them, and he’s not only their boss but a close friend. We’ve had dinners together, gone on vacations and to parties. He’s a part of our lives, so I’m quite familiar with him. He was always sort of stern looking, serious in approach, but Nicos and Ivy speak so lovingly of him. I’ve seen that softness in his eyes maybe a handful of times.
Rommel’s body is a cream color with black stripes across his back, arms, and face, and smatterings of black freckles everywhere else. He likes to dress in tailored suits and fetish heels, and often has his nails done. Crisp would be the best word to describe his appearance. He always looks sharp and ready, almost blade-like, and he’s professional to the core.
“This is nothing to apologize for, Ashley,” he says in a steely tone. “You are my friend, and until Nicos and Ivy return home, you are my responsibility.” He smooths his elegant fingers under my eyes, capturing the tears and brushing my hair away from my face. “You’re staying with me tonight, and maybe until they come home. If all it takes is two days for your natural pheromones to cause a harpy attack, who knows what being alone for a week might do? I was getting ready to lounge in a nice hot bath. You should join me.”
It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone besides Nicos and Ivy, though granted, Rommel has watched us often during our sessions. He hasn’t been invited to join us in any other capacity. I look at him, teary-eyed and hurt, and nod knowing I need the comfort of a friend, especially someone who has the expertise that Rommel does into my situation.
“Thanks. That sounds nice,” I sniffle.
“So cute,” Rommel mutters, kissing my cheek affectionately. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But come.” He stands, taking my hand to lead me into his massive bathroom, which is dark navy and white with gold accents. There’s a giant bathtub and a glass-walled shower forming centerpieces to the bathroom.
Rommel stands me in the middle of the floor, taking off my clothes. He unbuttons my shirt, moving it aside and touching my bare skin. His fingers tickle along the port-wine birthmark that goes down my right side. He unzips my pants, tugging them and my underwear down for me. I gulp, feeling a touch embarrassed but also excited. A small smirk spreads across Rommel’s lips as he gazes at me. His black tongue darts over his lips as he clears his throat. Then he points to the giant tub. “The bath is ready, so go ahead and soak. I’m going to go call your paramours to let them know what’s happened, and assure them you’re safe with me. The silver button is jets, and the gold button is bubbles.” He leaves the bathroom with a confident stride.
I step out of my pants and fold them before getting into the tub. The water is warm and smells like bergamot. I sink in, moaning as the heat stings my cuts and soothes my aching muscles. I relax for a moment, sinking into the water completely and wetting my hair and face. I’ve never been in such a huge bathtub before, so I decide to play with the buttons, first turning on the jets to see how they feel. I rest against one and sigh deeply.
Rommel comes in again, setting his phone down by the bathtub as he strips off his robe. One of the first things I noticed about Rommel was his pierced nipples, and right now he has gold bars through them. I try to keep my gaze forward and not look down, but I’ve been curious about Rommel’s anatomy for a while now. He sinks into the water and sighs. “Nicos and Ivy send their love,” he says. “They want you to call them once you’re done here. They also asked that I take care of you again, and they insist I give you the full treatment you’re used to.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that very much.” I clear my throat, feeling a mix of elation and nerves. I have some insight into Rommel’s therapy methods, but I’ve never personally received them. “How did they sound?”
“They were anxious, worried, a little angry.” Rommel shrugs. “A normal reaction, I must say, but they’re relieved you’re here now. Tomorrow we can get your things for your stay.” He then holds his hand out to me. “If you’re done with the jets, come here.”
I move towards him as he switches off the jets and turns on the bubbles. He places me against his chest, between his long legs, and wraps his arms around me, holding me affectionately. He kisses the back of my neck, moving his lips down to the curve of my shoulder.
“That feels nice,” I breathe.
Rommel moans quietly into my ear before nipping. His hands move down my chest and back up, stroking me slowly, warming me up to his affections. “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, Ashley. I am here to serve.”
I look back at him uncertainly for a moment before I lean in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and before each kiss he tickles mine with his tongue. He chuckles softly as I eagerly chase for more, and it’s such a sexy sound. “You’re quite potent, Ashley,” he purrs. “Nicos and Ivy tried to warn me.” He kisses me again. “No wonder you get into so much trouble. Poor lad.”
“It’s awful.” I lie back against his chest as his hands knead my shoulders and stroke down my arms. “I thought I’d be okay to just go get milk today.”
“I’m sorry,” Rommel sighs. “I know this is stressful. But you are here now, and I intend to melt that stress away.”
“This is nice,” I sigh. “I feel safe here.”
Rommel hugs me tightly, kissing my neck. “Good. I intend to spoil you a bit while you’re here. Not that Nicos and Ivy don’t, but I know my touch is quite different from theirs,” he chuckles. “I have different methods.”
I swallow my excitement. “Your massage technique?”
“There’s much more you don’t know about, Ashley,” he teases. He reaches under the water, finding me stiff and warm. He strokes me gently, massaging around the base first. His seductive laugh fills my ears as he touches me. “I have many methods. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I’ve acquired lots of skills.”
I whimper as his hand moves. It almost feels like he’s barely touching me. I lift my hips to feel more of his palm, but he only gives me the most feather-light grasp. “Tell me.”
He kisses my ear. “I like to tease a bit more than you’re used to. Frustration and desperation are fun to play with, especially when relieving tensions. I know Ivy and Nicos are more into instant gratification, so this may have a deeper effect on you.” He moves his hand away from my cock and rubs his palms into my thighs. “Lots of work to do, and lots of knots to melt.”
“I see,” I breathe. “You make me work for it.”
Rommel’s smirk is sharp. “I’ll give you an easy one tonight if you’d like. But tomorrow, I plan to use my entire arsenal on you.”
I throb from the thrill of it. “Okay,” I laugh.
Rommel pushes me forward a bit and takes a seat on the edge of the tub. He spreads his thighs, letting me have a grand view of him. His cock is quite thick, bulging noticeably at the bottom. The glans at the top flares slightly, but it’s the thick gold hoop there that draws my attention. Rommel smirks when he notices my attentions become fixed. “Go ahead, say hello.” He places his hand on the back of my head. “Meet your new friend.”
I exhale softly, moving in close and kissing the shaft. I wrap my hand around him, feeling how heavy he is, then lick the gold ring and slowly take him into my mouth.
“Good boy, Ashley. Very good.” His fingers knead down my scalp as he watches me. “Such pretty lips you have, especially wrapped around me like this.” He bites his lip as he grins. The feeling of the gold ring on my tongue is surprisingly nice, but then he pulls away and slaps his cock against my cheek. “Stand up for me.”
I do as he asks and he grabs hold of my hips, moving his hands back to massage my ass. He grins, looking up at me, then moves in, stroking his tongue along my balls and taking one into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp loudly, clutching his shoulders.
Rommel laughs, kneading his fingers into the crack. I feel his touch featherlight on my rim, and then his tongue moves up my shaft. “I know you’re versatile, so what would you like for tonight?”
I swallow, unable to form a coherent string of words for a moment. “Um… give me a second,” I giggle.
Rommel kisses my balls and licks them. “Take your time.” He stands, and takes his hair down, letting the long silver locks pour over his shoulders. He looks at himself in the mirror, bending over the countertop, and I come up behind him, rubbing my cock against his ass as I kiss his back. “Like that?” he laughs.
“Your skin feels so soft,” I moan.
Rommel turns and looks back at me. He’s much taller than I am, so I suddenly feel so small in comparison. “Have you decided what you want?”
I nod. “You decide. I don’t want to think anymore.”
Rommel licks the corner of his mouth. “As you wish. Just follow me.” He takes me back into the bedroom and lays me down upon the bed. He tosses his hair back, then strokes his hand down my chest. At first his touch is gentle and soft, but every time he moves up it becomes deeper. He begins massaging my chest and sides, kneading his fingers into my thighs, then moves to my groin, slowly placing his body over mine. He rubs our cocks together, squeezing both hands around us, and moans audibly, chuckling as he watches my desperate expression and strokes harder, faster. The pulse of his cock beats against mine. It’s so warm, so welcome. I arch my back, wanting more.
“There,” Rommel moans. “That’s it. Come, Ashley.”
My hips rise off the bed, jerking and twitching with my release. Rommel moans loudly again, thrusting harder against me until our semen mixes on my stomach. He seems unfazed by it, still professional and cool. Meanwhile, I’m a sticky puddle on his beautiful bed, barely able to breathe, and crying again.
Rommel dips down, licking the mess from my stomach and suckling my cock to capture every last drop. Then he rolls me over, kneading his hands into my back and shoulders. I whimper as he does, feeling myself melt away. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” He kisses my neck and back. “In my hands, you’re home.”
I sniffle, starting to cry again. Rommel curls up against my back, holding me close. I turn around in his arms, seeking his kisses and reassurance. I missed Nicos and Ivy so much, and it’s all coming to a head.
“It’s alright,” Rommel reassures me. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.” He kisses me softly, and then holds me as I rest my head upon his chest.
“That felt great,” I whisper once I stop crying.
“That’s just the bare minimum of what I can do,” he chuckles. “Tomorrow you’ll see just how I work.”
“Can you tell me anything about it?” I ask.
Rommel smiles down at me. “Wait here. Let me go fetch my phone and I’ll show you.” He places a pillow under my head, vanishing only for a moment before he crawls back into bed, curling up beside me. He searches and finds a video. “This is one of my favorite methods,” he says coyly.
The video shows only a man’s hard cock, and dangling above it is a vibrating massager. It slips along him, barely touching, moving too much, causing the man to whimper in frustration. Rommel chuckles, both on the video and in my ear. The man in the video moves his hips, trying to get the dangling vibrator to touch him, but it’s held in such a way that it would be impossible. The pulsing and throbbing, the desperate cries for release, I can feel them in my bones. That ache, that desire comes through and paints itself over my body, making me dread it and desperately want it as well. The man in the video thrusts his hips off the bed, chasing that touch, but it keeps moving, furthering his frustration. Rommel’s hand comes down, pressing against his belly to keep him still.
“Does that seem like fun to you?” Rommel asks, turning off his phone.
“Looks interesting,” I say softly. “Different than what I’m used to, but...” I bite back a smile and Rommel kisses my cheek.
“It’s all part of my pampering process,” Rommel assures me. He lies back and I snuggle against his chest. “After breakfast, I’ll give you a nice massage, followed by something like that.”
“I’m easy to excite,” I laugh. “You may have to do it tonight.”
“No,” he says coyly. “You’ll have to wait. I told you, you only get it once tonight.”
I gulp. “Damn, why did that turn me on?”
Rommel laughs and kisses me. “Because I wanted it to. Now, sleep tight Ashley. We have a full day ahead tomorrow.”
The lights dim slowly until they all turn off. I snuggle close to Rommel, resting my head on his chest and sinking into the warmth of his body and the softness of the bed. “Thank you again,” I whisper.
“You’re a friend,” Rommel replies. “And I will do anything for my friends. You’re in safe hands with me, Ashley.” He kisses my temple, then sighs sleepily. “I will care for you until Nicos and Ivy return home.”
