Page 59 of The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil

“Which is fine. But you have to indulge in the freedom magic provides.” Bez flaunted his fingernails that had transformed into a polished black. He stuck out his tongue, materializing a piercing from nothingness.

“Hey. You said you were low on mana.”

“Hay is for unicorns, who happen to have more Mythic residue coursing through each drop of their blood than an entire mage possesses.”

“What about unicorns?” I quirked an eyebrow.

Bez responded by licking my neck. The piercing slid along my skin, making me quake. “It’s important to remember glamours are about more than appearance. It’s the scent. The texture. The taste. I allow myself to feel the clink of the ring against my teeth. The metallic bite in my spit. So long as you believe in a glamour, others will also believe it.”

“That works on humans more than mages. I’d need an advanced glamour.”

“Fine. I’m a high-ranked Diabolic housed in a mage host. Change your hair. Only your hair.” Bez turned around, facing our tiny room. “Surprise me. See if I’m fooled by whichever color you choose.”

I stared at my reflection, checking more to see if Bez peeked, which he didn’t. Not sure if it’d matter since I’d fail whether he looked or not. Though, he might just lie to boost my confidence.

“Remember, the best glamours work because it’s something you crave. You want the world to see it as the truth because it is true. Your truth.” Bez hummed. “Show me your truth, Walter.”

I ran my fingers through my curly blond hair, uncertain there was a true color I ever wanted for them. Truthfully, all I wanted was to remove them. My eyes lit up, and I tugged at my curls, smiling at my reflection while imbuing a glamour.

“Okay. I’ve done it. You can look.” I bit my lip, worried it couldn’t be this easy. I’d clearly missed a step. Deluded myself. Failed yet again.

“I like it.” Bez ran his fingers through my short blond hair. “Have to say, I prefer yanking the curls, but can still make do and run my fingers through this prickly cut.”

My smile widened. I hadn’t colored my hair. Hadn’t cut it either. Yet, Bez felt the short buzz cut on the back and sides of my hair while the top remained long and shaggy. A look I never mastered. In order to straighten my curls, they had to reach a certain length, and it was still too much work. Now, I believed the look, the feel, the everything, and it just was.

“We should celebrate.” Bez pulled me away from the bathroom by the loops of my jeans. “You’ve gotten out of your head and made the top of it completely different. Tomorrow you can change whatever you wish.”

“Not sure about that.” I blushed.

“You can do anything you set your mind to.” Bez unbuttoned my jeans and dropped to his knees. “Right now, I’d like to set your mind to something else.”

Oh.

“Oh. Wow. Um.” I stood there as Bez pulled my pants down and reached into his pocket, retrieving a tube of red lube. “Did you steal that?”

“It’s flavored. Besides, you weren’t going to buy it for me.” He dapped a few drops on the tip of my dick.

“Cold. Also, stealing is wrong.”

“Currency is wrong.” Bez licked the flavored lube, taking his time and slowly running his tongue down my shaft before swirling his glamoured piercing around my tip, which felt so real my entire body stiffened. “There isn’t one Hell realm that uses money in place of market. It’s a bizarre system the mortals have created.”

I quivered, running my fingers through Bez’s hair as he played with the tip of my cock before deepthroating me, then alternating to create too many sensations for me to keep up with. “That’s actually really fascinating because a lot of Mythics associated with the Mythic Council have only accumulated by embracing particular currency demands established by the Collective, and I actually hypothesized some of the Mythics who flat-out rejected aligning themselves with us or dwelling in the world did so because of this factor. Among about a hundred other things. I’ve also wondered how the Fae—”

Bez stopped. He stood, looking bored and displeased. “You’re talking too much, Walter.”

“Sorry. I just always have something to say because I have…” I took a deep inhale, wanting desperately for him to continue, but I couldn’t find a way to stop talking.

“We’ll simply have to find a way to distract your mind and mouth.” Bez shoved me onto the squeaky mattress. In a swift motion, his body moved in blurs as he undressed before straddling my chest in a seemingly singular motion. I gasped at the pressure and movement, exhaling everything from my lungs. “Relax.”

“I’m relaxed.” I adjusted beneath him from his weight.

Bez poured lube on his cock. “It’s meat that tastes like candy. You’ll love it, promise.”

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