Dullahan moved his hands out of the way, silently watching as I fumbled with his zipper. My breath came out shaky as I tugged him out. He was rock hard and huge, the largest cock I’d ever seen by a significant amount. But also…

My face must have betrayed my shock because he huffed out an amused, gravelly chuckle. It looked painful, piercings from the bottom to the tip of his shaft—a line of horizontal barbells that made me, of all people, suddenly feel like some blushing virgin.

“You should go find a nice person downstairs,” he said before leaning in and dropping his voice. “Plenty of experienced cougars,” he whispered, teasingly. I gripped his hard, pierced cock in my hand tightly. My heart was pounding in my chest as I eyed every single inch he had to offer. Each piercing highlighted the length, a mile marker making sure no one was confused just how obscenely massive he was.

I doubted a normal person could effectively take this in their mouth. My own mouth began to water at the thought of it, of stretching my mouth around his thickness and impressing him by which piercing I could make it down to.

I looked up at him and his throat bobbed as he eyed me standing between his legs. Maybe he could see it written on my face, how much I wanted his big cock in my mouth. How much I wanted to hear him praise what I could accomplish, shock him with just how well an incubus could service the beast he wielded. I wanted his thighs to shake and for him to give a curse as he unloaded down my throat.

“This is okay, right?” I asked, far too nervous for an incubus but this wasn’t a normal person, this was the headless horseman and the man who’d changed my life entirely for the better. Dullahan took a slow, ragged breath before covering his hand with mine. He moved both our hands up and down his pierced cock as I tentatively went to my knees. This was all so new and vaguely forbidden that I was worried the moment could break.

My own erection was still out of my pants, red and ridged like only a demon’s would be. It jutted up from my lap as I leaned forward and licked a line up his barbelled shaft, feeling the metal under the skin with my tongue. He pulled his hand back and shuddered, a breath catching in his throat as my mouth touched him.

“Lorcan, not that,” he said in shock before sucking in a breath as I stretched my mouth over his head, letting it slide down my tongue. He filled my mouth entirely.

“Lorcan,” he sighed, sagging against the table as I took him in, counting off each barbell in my head, wanting to get to the end. The fat erection made it to my throat. I relaxed and pushed him deeper with a little effort. My throat tightened around him, squeezing. He groaned, a deep rumbling noise that stroked my skin.