Page 93 of The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil

He lay there, breathless, but I continued. “I’m not done with you yet, little mage.”

I kept his head pressed deep into the mattress with a hand pressed to the back of his head. His soft whimpers fueled me as I kept thrusting with a rhythmic pace matching his panting. Licking my palm, I reached my hand around to grab his flaccid cock. Stroking slowly at first, I gave him time to stiffen before moving at a blurred speed. My palm vibrated around his throbbing erection.

The second time he came, I couldn’t hold back. I pushed all the way to the base of my cock and growled. A long feral noise followed by jagged, irregular breaths.

Rolling off him, I scooted further up the bed, pressing my back against the wall.

Wally lay on his stomach, ass exposed with the covers just below his cheeks. He rested his head on the pillow, taking steady breaths which helped ease my own. I traced my claws down his back, indulging the subtle shiver of my own spine as he giggled. Minutes of still silence passed. I relished this gentle moment with him. I’d have to wear him out like this more often if I wanted a bit of quiet.

“What’s this?” Wally grabbed my notes off the nightstand, placing them on the pillow in front of him.

I rolled my eyes. Clearly, nothing tired him out enough to prevent curious studying. Propping himself on his elbows, he squinted as he read.

“You should get new glasses before we leave.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s just a little fuzzy. Probably has more to do with your chicken scratch than my vision.”

“My penmanship is exquisite.”

“Your cursive is sloppy.”

“At least I can write in cursive.” I scowled.

Wally ignored me, smiling as he read through the list. “Is this like a destination road trip?”

“I wasn’t going to aimlessly wander this tiny world.” I maintained a scowl, resisting the smile his joy brought me.

“You made a plan.” He rubbed my leg, fingertips tickling the hairs of my inner thigh, and stopped short of reaching my cock. “You nerd.”

“Hey!” I snatched the paper from him. “Since you’re going to mock it, I’ll just tear the dumb thing up.”

“No. I love it. Actually, a lot of the places are spots I have always wanted to go. Not for the sights. Not that there aren’t a ton of things to see. It’s just there’s so much history in the places you picked. Mythic, mage, even—”

“Mortal, I know.”

These were all destinations Wally dreamed of visiting. I wouldn’t be able to get him access to the Collective archives in these places he craved to see. He’d spent years gushing about them while working in the repository. There were other things I could show him, wonders he’d never heard about, which he’d love even more. Of course, that meant I’d have to listen to him blather on for hours.

“Okay, so if we take a…” The rambling had already commenced.

Wally typed furiously on his phone, planning every minute of the first destination. Sights to see. Places to eat. Rooms to stay. An itinerary that’d fill every waking minute of our travels.

“Did you pick these places because of me?” He bit his lower lip.

“No. I’m following the migration patterns of unicorns. They’re delicious and nutritious.”

“You know unicorns are dangerous, right?” Wally shuddered. “They eat children.”

“I know. That’s what makes their magic so potent.” I snapped my teeth. “Their rainbows are fueled by the hopes and dreams of their prey.”

“That’s not true. Is it?” His hand twitched, practically itching to scribble the note for further study.

“I’m going to show you a whole world of Mythics the mages have barely scratched the surface of.”

Wally pounced on top of me, legs wrapped around my hips and hands firmly planted on my shoulders. I reached out, brushing his parted lips. He kept his eyes locked on mine, pupils dilating. His mana mixed with my essence casting such a radiant glow around his aura. The pleasure of his company was as comforting as it was arousing.

Wally’s heartbeat thumped faster, hastened by my own excitement. I could feel him syncing to my emotions the same way I’d linked to his. Our muscles and minds held this rhythmic unison. Still uniquely our own, simply with a subtle afterglow of the other’s presence on a constant loop. A blissful existence I could get used to.

“Before you show me the world,” he whispered, nibbling my ear. “Think you can show me that vibrating thing you did with your hand one more time?”

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