Page 19 of The Misfit Mage and His Darling Demon

I moaned. Bez slowly worked his way up my back again, lightly kissing the nape of my neck before biting. I quivered, then reached out with my hands to find his.

Bez leaned away, retrieving a bottle and pouring lube on his palm. I could see his arm moving back and forth in the corner of my eye as he stroked himself hard. He smacked his wet dick on my bare ass.

I arched, moving closer to him, craving him, wanting him inside.

His clawed hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me into a further arch than comfortable as he worked his way into me. I stifled a groan. Once he’d gotten the tip in, he pressed his chest against my back, holding me tight by the neck and pushing us both forward onto the mattress.

With all his weight pressing down on me, he allowed gravity and gentle thrusts to do the work. After he’d buried himself all the way inside me, I moaned, but Bez slapped his other hand over my mouth, silencing me.

“I can’t wait to hear you beg, but first, I have other plans.”

He moved faster, harder, keeping a tight grip on my mouth and throat, leaving me delirious and letting out muffled gaspsand grunts, lost in the ecstasy of him. The only noise aside from my own was Bez’s satisfied growl as he pounded away, and our skin slapped against each other until I couldn’t contain myself. My body warmed, tense and twitching in his embrace as I climaxed.

6

Beelzebub

I’d barely fully undressed by the time I came. After rolling onto his back, Wally pulled me in close, and I kissed him again and again, seduced by his panting. He craved air and me, only able to choose one, he chose me. This continued for a time until I released his lips from mine, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

Already aroused, I wrapped my thighs around one of his, letting my semi-hard bulge rub against his leg.

Wally rolled on top of me in a blur, channeling essence. I wasn’t sure when, but his assertiveness had blossomed tenfold since unlocking a few of my Diabolic abilities. His orange aura radiated against the sunlit bedroom. Crimson coursed from his core, feeding upon his magic at the singular act of harnessing Diabolic speed. Well, to a point. His movements were fast for a mortal but paled in comparison to what I’d used in the bedroom, the living room, private lounge of that club in Denver—honestly, wherever and whenever I could ravish him.

It was important I shared my demon essence with him, keeping us bonded, but it required a delicate balance. I made certain never to offer him so much the essence would devour him entirely as I sought to keep him safe, not in danger.

I sat up only for him to shove me back onto the bed, a hand pressed between my pecs.

He adjusted his glasses, staring down at me with a fiery passion. Leaning close, his breaths hit my ear. “Let’s not allow conversation to interrupt this time.”

I smirked. “You’re the only one talking.”

He shushed me by placing a finger over my lips, holding a subservient gaze that had all my attention and my body’s attention, too.

Our lips locked in a passionate kiss. My tongue massaged his, and he panted, pulling back only long enough to bite my lower lip before shoving his tongue back into my mouth. Wally ran his hands up and down my biceps, finally reaching my clawed hands and interlocking our fingers. He guided my hands, craving them, desiring me to caress his supple flesh, all the while keeping us locked in powerful kisses directed by him.

Such a commanding lover whose kisses stirred my insides, sending a warmth through my chest further down.

He kissed my collarbone, trailing his way down my chest and stomach and sliding his tongue lower and lower, following the trail of warmth where my blood surged. The lightest graze of his teeth along my abs, tickling, taunting, tantalizing me with bites. It made me hard. Made me want to snatch his hair and jerk him up here so I could bite him. Taste him. Tease him.

He’d slipped to the end of the bed, kissing my hip bone.

I gently ran my fingers through his curls before grabbing a fistful of hair.

Wally ran his tongue along the length of my shaft as I clutched his hair, yet he controlled his own movements—for the moment.

He teased me with his tongue, demanding my authority. Gods, how I relished his submissive dominance. Always eager, always willing, always mine…

His mana radiated a delicate orange aura joyfully swirling through the room as my crimson essence captured and ravished his magic, adding to the humble dominion I’d created in this hovel. Not nearly as vast as the Diabolic voids I’d once had, but enough to stretch the length of the town. Given his new job might take him to and from Chicago, I should trickle my essence through the nearby city.

I groaned. The warmth of his mouth enveloped me, and I rolled my eyes back, taking in the blissful sensations.

Allowing him his fun, I added more power behind my grip, ignoring his muffled gulps. He would have it no other way, so I lay there, steadily pushing his head further until his nose reached the base. When his hands squeezed my thighs—not my hips or butt to maintain his grasp—I relented. A subtle cue we had when he couldn’t handle it…when his throat needed a second to adjust. Allowing him a breath, he took several quick, heavy inhales. Only after he’d caught enough air did I push him back down, which he didn’t resist.

The arch in his back lessened, and his muscles tensed, but he continued bobbing.

Finally, I pulled him off my dick and zipped behind him. I spun him around and flipped him onto his back before he realized what had happened.

“Relax, love.” I grinned down at his head hanging over the edge of the bed.

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