ASS/Don't believe him
From Create Your Own Story
"I don't believe you," you say finally.
He finishes wiping the blood from his lip and chin. His nose has stopped bleeding, but it's swollen and starting to turn purple. You may have broken it. At the very least, he's going to have two nasty black eyes in the morning.
"Well, I'm sorry, then," he says. "If you could have trusted me, I wouldn't have to do this." He flips you over onto your stomach and uses your torn pants to tie your hands behind your back. You try to struggle and fight, but he pulls your ass up into the air, your face pressed into the dirt, and you scream as his hands pry your clenched ass cheeks apart. "Relax," the incubus says, "or this is going to hurt."
"No! No! No fucking way!" you shout, choking on dirt and rocks as you gasp for breath.
"Fine, have it your way," he snaps and you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel something touch your asshole, but it's not his dick, or even his fingers. You shudder as he drags his hot, wet tongue over your puckered entrance. You've never felt anything like that, and your cock, which had gotten soft during the fighting and talking, starts to swell again, in spite of the cold air surrounding it. The incubus licks your hole with firm, slow strokes, the sensation making your insides quiver, and you can't stop the moan that escapes you as he reaches between your legs and begins to pull at your cock. With each downward stroke of his hand, he presses his tongue against your hole, wiggling it from side to side until you can't fight him any longer. You let out a rough, defeated sigh as your tight muscles relax, and draw a sharp breath as you feel his tongue breach your opening, sliding inside of you.
You never considered that you might be gay, so you've never had anything in your ass that wasn't meant to be there, especially another man's tongue, but the feeling of being penetrated, that strong, clever muscle stroking your opening, stretching the muscular ring, delving deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust--you moan, loud and helpless, your insides hot and heavy, like molten lead, a tingle creeping up your spine. You balls are hard and heavy, tensing as they prepare to eagerly eject their load, and you shudder with uncontrollable pleasure as you cum, striping the ground between your knees with long, satisfying spurts.
The incubus draws back, leaving you gasping and shuddering on the ground. You feel weak, exhausted, and you wonder how much of your desire you have left. After a minute, he gets up and lifts you onto your feet. You cry out and stagger into him as the pain explodes in your ankle. He catches you and keeps you from falling.
"You're hurt," he says, looking down at your swollen ankle, a big, black bruise already appearing beneath your skin. "I think it's broken." You were already pretty sure of that yourself. "Can I help you?" the incubus asks.
