Feeding an Incubus
Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: Feeding an Incubus
Pairing: Centaur Lockdown/ Incubus Devcon
Verse: Mythic'verse
Rating: so very Mature NC-17 doesn't do the trick. … This seems to be the theme with Mytic'verse.
Warning: lots and lots and lots of male pronoun sex. LOTS.
Summery: Devcon on his lunch break from work brings his hubby home something to eat, and Lockdown's whipped up a meal for his incubus...
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Devcon's nose flared as he glanced over at the bags of food next to him. He covered his nose as he drove, trying to ignore the disgusting sight on the seat next to him. The hamburgers and frys, even the soda, made him nauseous. All around him was rot. He could smell it dying. He covered his nose as he pulled into the driveway. His stomach growled, reminding him he had skipped breakfast this morning. He glanced in the mirror at his refection. His skin was fairer, his eyes brighter, hair softer. He growled, he needed to eat soon before his appearance started attracting unwanted attention. He covered his nose, picked up the food and got out of the car. He dragged it up to the house and opened the door.
“Lockdown, I'm home,” he shouted through his hand.
His pale mate appeared out of the back, towel around his waist, hair wet. Devcon growled. His eyes devouring the sight of the almost naked body. He longed to reach out and follow the numerous tattoos with his tongue. Lockdown looked up at him and slung his long black hair over a broad shoulder. A shiver raced down the brunette's back.
“You got lunch for me,” the pale man said taking the bags. “Red meat, my favorite.”
He kissed the soft cheek and loudly slurped the soda. Devcon shook his head and made a face as the sent of meat made his stomach turn unpleasantly. The wet man dropped into the large couch and dug into the food. His sharp teeth tore into the burger and made a mess of it. Devcon covered his nose.
“Would you eat that outside?” he snarled.
Lockdown looked up at him, meat juice dripping down his chin. “You need to get over the smell. I don't want to eat outside like an animal.”
“You are an animal Lockdown,” Devcon said. “Now get that dead, rotting junk out of here.”
Lockdown wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled. “Why don't you like it? Have you ever tried it?”
The pale man stood and came closer, holding the nearly eaten burger at him. Devcon hissed and backed away form the overwhelming smell.
“Come on, just try it.” Lockdown grinned. “Just a bite.”
Another smell mingled with the burger. It made Devcon's knees go weak and sent his libido sky high.
“No,” Devcon moaned, grabbing Lockdown's supple hips. “It's dead.”
“That's the point.” Lockdown purred, taking anther bite. “Hard to take a bite out of a cow while it's alive.”
“To me, that's like eating a corpse.” Devcon's eyes half closed, his nose flooded not only with the smell of the death of meat and vegetables, but of his own meal. “It's gross.”
“And why do you eat what you do?” Lockdown said in a low voice, the wrapper falling to the floor as he wrapped his arms around the slim waist. “That's pretty gross too.”
The brunette purred as Lockdown's erection pressed into his thigh. His eyes narrowed as Lockdown hot tongue slid into his mouth and wrestled with his. After a moment of fierce tongue play, Devcon shoved Lockdown back into the couch. His blue eyes glowed brightly as the tatooed man made a show about getting comfortable and opened his legs with a grin. Devcon's lethal body sauntered forward and pressed between the strong tattooed legs. The erection under the towel grew as he stroked the strong legs.
“My food is alive,” he ran his hands under the towel, down between the hot thighs. “It's the essence of life itself. Not rotten, not dead.”
He knelt, licking his rosy lips. Lockdown smirked undid the towel to reveal his enormous cock. It pulsed and grew fat. Devcon whimpered and arched his back, mouth watering at the sight of his meal. He leaned in and licked the hot skin and shivered. Lockdown moaned and slid his hands behind his ears and caressed the brown hair.
“Can't complain about the way you eat,” Lockdown groaned rocking his hips.
Devcon growled and slid fat head into his mouth. He sucked hard and the first taste a precum splattered on his tongue, wetting his appetite. He opened his mouth wider and forced more of the impressive organ into his mouth. A whine escaped him as Lockdown's girth swelled. His hands came up and kneaded the warm thighs as he gulped. His lover groaned and leaned back, smile on his tattooed face.
“Mmm babe,” Lockdown purred, massaging the back of Devcon's neck. “You must be awful hungry to attack so quick like that.”
Devcon rolled his eyes. The bastard always liked to ask him questions while he was feeding. He got some private thrill out of seeing him with a mouthful of cock. Ignoring the jab, Devcon wrapped his tongue around the long shaft as he slid forward until his nose touched the rolling hips. He tightened his throat mussels and let them relax in quick secession. A gush of hot cum slid down his throat as Lockdown snarled.
“Damn you're hungry.”
The brunette only closed his eyes and purred, letting the vibrations make his lover squirm. And Lockdown did squirm. His hands quit caressing and started pulling at the short brown hair. Devcon was too hungry to fight him. The big man got off quicker when he was submissive. He whimpered and let his head be forced back and forth. The display rewarded him with another swelling of the already engorged dick. Devcon's eyes fluttered open and rolled back in pleasure.
“Not getting to big for you am I?” Lockdown moaned with a twisted smile on his face.
The brunette quivered. He'd learned over the long years that was Lockdown's own little code for “do you want more?” The answer was always the same. Devcon shook his head. Lockdown chuckled and thrust forward.
Devcon scrambled to hold onto Lockdown's legs as the cock in his mouth grew larger. Moaning and sucking, the brunette played with his increasing meal. Curse or not, nothing could contain his lover's libido. Nothing that was, but him. Lockdown sighed and cocked his hips. He ran a thumb down Devcon's hollowed cheeks and chuckled. The brunette didn't get any warning as Lockdown came suddenly. He gulped noisily, sucking and milking Lockdown's cock for every drop of cum. The load was more then satisfying. Devcon sucked desperately at the flow, eager for mor. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as his lover's essence poured down his throat, easing the ache. He tasted divine. Finally spent, Lockdown flopped back into the couch cushions.
“Satisfied babe?” he asked, putting his hands behind his head.
Devcon eased the enormous cock out of his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the head and gave it a final suck to make sure he got every drop. The blue eyes flashed up to his pompous lover. He felt the need to once again remind his partner of just who he was dealing with.
“An incubus is never satisfied.”
“Neither is a centaur.” Lockdown shot back.
“You're not a centaur anymore.” Devcon parried.
“Tell that to my gigantic horse cock.”
Devcon grinned and ran a teasing finger down the girth no mortal man could sport. “You are, most impressive, foot footed or two.”
Lockdown pulled the smaller man into his chest and kissed him soundly. The incubus moaned as Lockdown ripped his shirt open and pulled off his pants.
“Two feedings?” Devcon chuckled as Lockdown thrust his rock hard cock inside of him. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Lockdown pulled Devcon's hips flush to his and made the incubus hiss in pleasure. The brunette’s claw like nails dug into the powerful shoulders as he rocked his hips and squeezed the monstrous organ inside of him. He licked his lips as it swelled to gigantic proportions and began to leak.
“Of course I can,” Lockdown said, thrusting his hips up. “I'm going to make sure you're well fed my hungry little cum guzzler.”
“You know I hate that term fucker,” Devcon snarled as the big hands rubbed his back between his shoulder blades. “It's fucking racist.”
Lockdown only laughed as he bit the heaving chest and left pointed teeth marks in the skin that darkened back to its original bronze.
“You're lookin' less hungry,” Lockdown said as he swirled his hips. “Did I feed you enough already?”
Devcon didn't have to see his reflexion. Lockdown already sated his appetite. But then, he was in the middle of offering up a second helping, Devcon was never one to say no to seconds. Or thirds. He pushed Lockdown flat onto his back and placed a hand on each shoulder.
“Mmm,” he moaned, rocking his body. “I'm starving. I need more then a quick snack.”
Lockdown lifted his hips clear off the couch and Devcon screamed in pleasure. He clawed at the pale skin, but it wouldn't break.
“Then I guess I better give you a meal,” the former centaur purred.
Title: Feeding an Incubus
Pairing: Centaur Lockdown/ Incubus Devcon
Verse: Mythic'verse
Rating: so very Mature NC-17 doesn't do the trick. … This seems to be the theme with Mytic'verse.
Warning: lots and lots and lots of male pronoun sex. LOTS.
Summery: Devcon on his lunch break from work brings his hubby home something to eat, and Lockdown's whipped up a meal for his incubus...
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Devcon's nose flared as he glanced over at the bags of food next to him. He covered his nose as he drove, trying to ignore the disgusting sight on the seat next to him. The hamburgers and frys, even the soda, made him nauseous. All around him was rot. He could smell it dying. He covered his nose as he pulled into the driveway. His stomach growled, reminding him he had skipped breakfast this morning. He glanced in the mirror at his refection. His skin was fairer, his eyes brighter, hair softer. He growled, he needed to eat soon before his appearance started attracting unwanted attention. He covered his nose, picked up the food and got out of the car. He dragged it up to the house and opened the door.
“Lockdown, I'm home,” he shouted through his hand.
His pale mate appeared out of the back, towel around his waist, hair wet. Devcon growled. His eyes devouring the sight of the almost naked body. He longed to reach out and follow the numerous tattoos with his tongue. Lockdown looked up at him and slung his long black hair over a broad shoulder. A shiver raced down the brunette's back.
“You got lunch for me,” the pale man said taking the bags. “Red meat, my favorite.”
He kissed the soft cheek and loudly slurped the soda. Devcon shook his head and made a face as the sent of meat made his stomach turn unpleasantly. The wet man dropped into the large couch and dug into the food. His sharp teeth tore into the burger and made a mess of it. Devcon covered his nose.
“Would you eat that outside?” he snarled.
Lockdown looked up at him, meat juice dripping down his chin. “You need to get over the smell. I don't want to eat outside like an animal.”
“You are an animal Lockdown,” Devcon said. “Now get that dead, rotting junk out of here.”
Lockdown wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled. “Why don't you like it? Have you ever tried it?”
The pale man stood and came closer, holding the nearly eaten burger at him. Devcon hissed and backed away form the overwhelming smell.
“Come on, just try it.” Lockdown grinned. “Just a bite.”
Another smell mingled with the burger. It made Devcon's knees go weak and sent his libido sky high.
“No,” Devcon moaned, grabbing Lockdown's supple hips. “It's dead.”
“That's the point.” Lockdown purred, taking anther bite. “Hard to take a bite out of a cow while it's alive.”
“To me, that's like eating a corpse.” Devcon's eyes half closed, his nose flooded not only with the smell of the death of meat and vegetables, but of his own meal. “It's gross.”
“And why do you eat what you do?” Lockdown said in a low voice, the wrapper falling to the floor as he wrapped his arms around the slim waist. “That's pretty gross too.”
The brunette purred as Lockdown's erection pressed into his thigh. His eyes narrowed as Lockdown hot tongue slid into his mouth and wrestled with his. After a moment of fierce tongue play, Devcon shoved Lockdown back into the couch. His blue eyes glowed brightly as the tatooed man made a show about getting comfortable and opened his legs with a grin. Devcon's lethal body sauntered forward and pressed between the strong tattooed legs. The erection under the towel grew as he stroked the strong legs.
“My food is alive,” he ran his hands under the towel, down between the hot thighs. “It's the essence of life itself. Not rotten, not dead.”
He knelt, licking his rosy lips. Lockdown smirked undid the towel to reveal his enormous cock. It pulsed and grew fat. Devcon whimpered and arched his back, mouth watering at the sight of his meal. He leaned in and licked the hot skin and shivered. Lockdown moaned and slid his hands behind his ears and caressed the brown hair.
“Can't complain about the way you eat,” Lockdown groaned rocking his hips.
Devcon growled and slid fat head into his mouth. He sucked hard and the first taste a precum splattered on his tongue, wetting his appetite. He opened his mouth wider and forced more of the impressive organ into his mouth. A whine escaped him as Lockdown's girth swelled. His hands came up and kneaded the warm thighs as he gulped. His lover groaned and leaned back, smile on his tattooed face.
“Mmm babe,” Lockdown purred, massaging the back of Devcon's neck. “You must be awful hungry to attack so quick like that.”
Devcon rolled his eyes. The bastard always liked to ask him questions while he was feeding. He got some private thrill out of seeing him with a mouthful of cock. Ignoring the jab, Devcon wrapped his tongue around the long shaft as he slid forward until his nose touched the rolling hips. He tightened his throat mussels and let them relax in quick secession. A gush of hot cum slid down his throat as Lockdown snarled.
“Damn you're hungry.”
The brunette only closed his eyes and purred, letting the vibrations make his lover squirm. And Lockdown did squirm. His hands quit caressing and started pulling at the short brown hair. Devcon was too hungry to fight him. The big man got off quicker when he was submissive. He whimpered and let his head be forced back and forth. The display rewarded him with another swelling of the already engorged dick. Devcon's eyes fluttered open and rolled back in pleasure.
“Not getting to big for you am I?” Lockdown moaned with a twisted smile on his face.
The brunette quivered. He'd learned over the long years that was Lockdown's own little code for “do you want more?” The answer was always the same. Devcon shook his head. Lockdown chuckled and thrust forward.
Devcon scrambled to hold onto Lockdown's legs as the cock in his mouth grew larger. Moaning and sucking, the brunette played with his increasing meal. Curse or not, nothing could contain his lover's libido. Nothing that was, but him. Lockdown sighed and cocked his hips. He ran a thumb down Devcon's hollowed cheeks and chuckled. The brunette didn't get any warning as Lockdown came suddenly. He gulped noisily, sucking and milking Lockdown's cock for every drop of cum. The load was more then satisfying. Devcon sucked desperately at the flow, eager for mor. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as his lover's essence poured down his throat, easing the ache. He tasted divine. Finally spent, Lockdown flopped back into the couch cushions.
“Satisfied babe?” he asked, putting his hands behind his head.
Devcon eased the enormous cock out of his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the head and gave it a final suck to make sure he got every drop. The blue eyes flashed up to his pompous lover. He felt the need to once again remind his partner of just who he was dealing with.
“An incubus is never satisfied.”
“Neither is a centaur.” Lockdown shot back.
“You're not a centaur anymore.” Devcon parried.
“Tell that to my gigantic horse cock.”
Devcon grinned and ran a teasing finger down the girth no mortal man could sport. “You are, most impressive, foot footed or two.”
Lockdown pulled the smaller man into his chest and kissed him soundly. The incubus moaned as Lockdown ripped his shirt open and pulled off his pants.
“Two feedings?” Devcon chuckled as Lockdown thrust his rock hard cock inside of him. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Lockdown pulled Devcon's hips flush to his and made the incubus hiss in pleasure. The brunette’s claw like nails dug into the powerful shoulders as he rocked his hips and squeezed the monstrous organ inside of him. He licked his lips as it swelled to gigantic proportions and began to leak.
“Of course I can,” Lockdown said, thrusting his hips up. “I'm going to make sure you're well fed my hungry little cum guzzler.”
“You know I hate that term fucker,” Devcon snarled as the big hands rubbed his back between his shoulder blades. “It's fucking racist.”
Lockdown only laughed as he bit the heaving chest and left pointed teeth marks in the skin that darkened back to its original bronze.
“You're lookin' less hungry,” Lockdown said as he swirled his hips. “Did I feed you enough already?”
Devcon didn't have to see his reflexion. Lockdown already sated his appetite. But then, he was in the middle of offering up a second helping, Devcon was never one to say no to seconds. Or thirds. He pushed Lockdown flat onto his back and placed a hand on each shoulder.
“Mmm,” he moaned, rocking his body. “I'm starving. I need more then a quick snack.”
Lockdown lifted his hips clear off the couch and Devcon screamed in pleasure. He clawed at the pale skin, but it wouldn't break.
“Then I guess I better give you a meal,” the former centaur purred.