Page 48 of The Misfit Mage and His Darling Demon

“Hmm.” I practically growled as his lips met my lower abdomen, lightly kissing my skin.

Bez continued the gentle pecks, working his way back up my stomach and slowly lifting my shirt with his hands. While he teased my skin, he used his tails to carefully remove the books from the bed—no heavy thuds from tossing them but light taps as he stacked them on the floor. I giggled. So sweet. So considerate.

The sensual touch of his fingers came with a slight pulse, a delicate tingle of static that hit like a jolt of caffeine, sending a rush of adrenaline coursing. I thrusted my hips, then unfastened my pants as his lips kissed my chest.

“Well?” he asked, lips close enough to lick.

I kissed him, rough and impatient. With one hand gripping Bez’s hair, I guided the tilt of his head, leading his tongue with mine as I unzipped my pants with my other hand.

“I’d say you’re wide awake now.” Bez broke our kiss, snickering. When he went to press his lips back against mine, I pushed his head away, further down where I wanted his lips.

Without a second of hesitation, Bez yanked my pants to my knees and wrapped his mouth around the tip of my cock. He teased me, rotating his tongue and piercing around the head, pulling away every time my hips bucked, keeping only the head in his mouth. I groaned, feral and excited, relenting to his need for patience. No, not patience. Playing. When I shuddered, vibrating from the sensation of his practiced tongue hitting every nerve in the best way, he swallowed the entirety of my hard cock.

“Show off.” I bit my knuckle, doing everything not to cum and, of course, not to talk.

I wasn’t nearly as endowed as him, but I had a nice size. It was humbling when he reached the base in one swift motion without the slightest hint of a gag reflex. Bez hummed, something that made his throat constrict, adding to the pleasure.

He stopped right as I thought I’d explode, stripping my pants off entirely, and met my lips with his. I kissed him, taking unsteady breaths as the erupting sensation settled.

“I love how the sounds of your orgasm taste.” Bez buried his tongue in my mouth, his hand stroking my slick cock until I couldn’t contain it, until I moaned, and Bez swallowed every noise with a more vigorous kiss. I convulsed, cumming on us both. My body warmed as I shivered from the ecstasy. His hand continued working, jerking every pearl out of me. His lips didn’t relent, tongue dancing along mine.

“I, uh, need a second.” I took wispy breaths, breaking away from his full lips so I could take a moment for my body to settle.

“Take as much time as you require.” Bez had an eager glint in his eyes.

I lay back, and Bez rolled me onto my stomach. His nails trailed down my back as he reached my ass, slapping a cheek before spreading them both.

“I can keep myself more than occupied.” He licked me with his tongue, a light flick, a delicate slather, just barely entering me, teasing and tasting, before he pulled away and spit onto my hole.

The anticipation of his pause made me quiver. I wanted to tense, but my muscles were puddy for him to play with.

He returned. Such a warm and wet feeling, and it sent a subtle tingle through my body, adding to the sharpness of every sensation. I squeezed the sheets, buried my head in the pillow, and basked in the pleasure. Bez took his time; the speed of each lick guided my moans that escaped the plush pillow and added to the eager arch of my back. As he continued, the comforting feeling spread throughout my entire body, a serene, electrical bliss firing off in every nerve, lighting me up on a cellular level.

“I’d say someone’s quite ready.” At some point, Bez’s hand found its way back onto my cock, gently stroking until I throbbed. I stifled a throaty grunt, holding onto the perfect touch. He rolled me onto my back again, a tail wrapped around each of my ankles as he pulled them above his head. He propped my calves onto his shoulders, lubed me up, and thrust into me.

I gasped at the quick, suddenness when he buried himself all the way inside me. I turned my head, searching for something to muffle my voice.

“Relax.” Bez released my legs, guiding them to wrap around his hips, moving in closer in a quick motion and pressing his forehead against mine. “Relax.”

I took a slow breath. Bez didn’t move. He waited, allowing me a moment to adjust as I took in his full shaft. I cupped my hands at the sides of his face, running my fingertips through the short hairs above his nape and pulling him into a kiss. A kiss that instructed him I was ready and wanted him. Needed him.

His thrusts started out slow. There was a patience to them; each slap of his skin against mine held a surge of fiery desire. It hit me like a wave, the craving linked through our bond. An unyielding need.

“I’m ready.”

His eyes glowed, the reds a dark crimson and the veins along his face shifting to a faint black. “You sure?”

I leaned forward, he moved in to meet me, kiss me, and then everything blurred. Pure pleasure as he pounded faster and harder, hands caressing me with gentleness despite each rough thrust pushing me deeper into the mattress. I lost myself, lost track of time. Bez growled, pumping into me again and again. Faster. Harder. Aggression bloomed between us. I bit down on his shoulder, burying my shouts.

Bez’s wings sprang out, widespread, and wrapped around us. Feathers tickled my skin, then squeezed our bodies into a tight cocoon of sex. He rolled me on top, laying his wings flat on the bed, his hands on my hips guiding—no, directing—my thrusts. My entire body warmed, euphoric. I came. Again. Unable to hold back. It didn’t stop Bez. He continued, seeking more, always more. I obeyed his hands, moving my body to meet his satisfaction. Desiring above all else in this moment to feel his release, his pleasure.

I pressed my hands on his shoulders, pinning him as I led the pace, the control, all while watching his face scrunch, his eyes dilate, and his mouth twist. Bez rolled back on top of me, wings retracted, arms wrapped under mine, pulling me close with a strong hug as he buried himself in me, unrelenting. Iwhimpered, panting in sync with every swift thrust. I dug my nails into his back, running them down his shoulder blades after he shoved his cock all the way in. He grunted, cock twitching. Bez kissed my neck, licking the skin and lightly biting as he came.

Bez rested on top of me, his chest sticky against mine, our hearts beating in the same rhythm. His body synced to mine so naturally, Bez felt like an extension of my very being most days. We sat in silence for a few minutes, my eyes searching the room and seeing some of the books in the corner. Books that’d help me solve how the Diabolic essence was used in this villa.

“So, you really don’t care about all those demons trapped inside those orbs?” I ruffled his shaggy hair.

“Is this really the conversation you wish to have after sex?”

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