Page 20 of The Misfit Mage and His Darling Demon

I removed his glasses, already sliding off his upside-down face, and then slipped my cock into his warm mouth. Leaningforward, I kept his hips steady as I slowly sped my thrusts. I hadn’t pushed the length of my shaft all the way in, allowing his throat a chance to adapt to this new position, but once his reflex stopped constricting and his gagging gulps turned into steady inhales, I lifted a leg onto the bed, arching over him and took a jackhammer position pounding into the back of his throat, the sudden slap of my skin against his face served the count of seconds passing to minutes.

I continued until I felt myself nearing, slowing my hips every few pumps to alter the rhythm enough to help deescalate my own pleasure in his tight throat; I stalled finishing so I could stroke him closer to completion.

His legs twitched as he came, and he moaned with the full length of my cock inside his mouth, making it impossible to hold back another second. I gripped the sides of his head, groaning as my cock vibrated; a euphoric explosion shot down his throat.

Gently, I rubbed his Adam’s apple until he swallowed. “That’s my little mage. Nutritious, delicious, and offers far more inspiration than any Fae seeds could.”

“You’re an ass,” he said, spitting out my flaccid cock, clicking his jaw back and forth to remove the tension.

“As the mortals say, ‘you are what you eat,’ so I suppose you’re to blame for my behavior.” I winked, to which Wally responded by taking my fine silk shirt and using it like a common cum rag. “Dick.”

“You are what you eat or whatever, right?” Wally chuckled—a cute, carefree laugh not holding the weight or burden of a ploy we still had to discuss. Instead, lost in the afterglow of sex, he tossed my ruined shirt at me, catching it on my left horn. “Damn. Was aiming for the other one.”

“Shocker, Walter’s aim being off.”

“You’re one to talk, considering…” Wally tipped his head, giving me the worst judgment face. “Sacramento.”

“Don’t you dare. That doesn’t count.” I huffed. “Too much tequila and not enough unicorn.”

Wally put on his faded pink briefs. It’d taken time, but I’d managed to turn them into such a cute color and ripped apart the other pairs with insatiable teeth. For whatever reason, Wally deemed himself above wearing pink, but I loved him in such soft colors.

“No post-coital cuddles?” I plopped onto the bed as he finished dressing.

“I have to finish that clock, then I have some incantation spell pages to cloak, which will need to be shipped like two days ago. Also, there’s that troll decoction I needed to create a comprehensive list of ingredients on, and I should probably…hmm…”

“Other work can wait.”

“Yeah, I guess, um, I should contact, you know.” Wally stretched his lips wide, fighting a frown but unable to smile.

“Contact that Fae lord?”

“The baron, yeah.”

“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes, retrieving the card I’d slipped off Wally’s worktable. “You might need this.”

“When’d you take that back?”

“I didn’t take it back.” I dangled the card in front of him, smiling as he jumped, unable to catch the card or my tail. “I simply retrieved it when you pushed me into the bedroom, demanding satisfaction only my dick could offer.”

Wally squeezed my tail. His tight grip was unrelenting. I tossed the card to another tail. I could play this game all day.

“We need to finish our conversation before you move into accepting this Fae’s proposition for a position.”

“It sounds weird when you say it that way.” Wally scrunched his face.

“Let us contact the noble, where you’ll accept his offer on the contingency I remain present. He’ll certainly not object, considering my presence may, in fact, be part of his objective. Also, I made it clear last night, I do not abide well when lacking your company.”

“Wait. So you don’t trust me to handle this alone?”

“I do.”

“Then why are you going with me?” Wally’s brow creased into his pouty scowl. “And if, like you said, you’re his objective in this mystery to traveling through Diabolic realms, then shouldn’t you not be there? You know, not walking into a trap? If this is actually a trap and Mora hasn’t simply gotten the details wrong.”

I did trust Wally. I didn’t trust this baron who was brazen enough to kidnap, bind, and possibly kill demons in great numbers. A group of mages or Mythics banding together to take down a single Diabolic threat, I could respect, but the gall of a single entity holding their own against my brethren, the ability it required—that was a danger unlike any other. I had limited experience with the Fae. Perhaps I’d underestimated their capabilities or overestimated Diabolic powers. Either way, I wouldn’t send Wally into a wolf’s den alone.

Wally continued staring while I was left smirking in silent contemplation. “I do trust you to handle this alone, which you’ll be doing. You’ll be alone with the Fae in his villa while I excuse myself to use the little Diabolic’s room. You’ll keep him busy and distracted—again, alone—and I’ll search for clues.”

“All the while remaining close by.”

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