Page 106 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“Dammit.” I turned momentarily, using my tail to rifle through a drawer while still holding Bez with my hands. “Got it.”

I fished out the lube Bez kept stocked and zipped to the center of the room. I threw Bez down, stripping off my own clothes as quickly as I could.

By the time I’d removed my shirt, Bez had sat up on his knees, hands pulling down my pants and mouth playing with the head of my cock.

I stood there, harder by the second, as Bez swallowed every inch. Wrapping a hand through his hair, I grunted in unison with his gurgle as I choked him, and then I pulled him off and pushed him onto his back.

“Not the hole I plan on using.” I dropped to my knees.

“Well then, little mage. Show me what you have in mind.” Bez spread his legs on either side of me, ready to slide in close, but I gripped his ankles and flipped him onto his stomach.

I readied him, using the lube quite generously both for his comfort and my ease since this was new.

“Have you ever?” I asked, not wishing to pause or ruin the moment, but I was worried I’d bust two strokes in.

“This is as new for me as it is for you.” Bez positioned himself on his knees, doing his best to properly angle himself, and far too high.

I smiled a bit, adjusting him, pushing his back down so it didn’t arch like a mountaintop. Once everything seemed just right, I slowly made my first attempt at topping someone.

“Whoa.” My mouth fell wide at the sensation of pushing inside Bez.

He cleared his throat loudly, groaning.

I moved slowly, afraid if I went too quickly, it’d be over, and also allowing Bez a chance to ease into every new feeling of pleasure and pain and submission. Gods, he felt fantastic.

Each time my hips bounced against his ass, I found myself moving a bit faster, a bit harder, and soon the slap of skin had this enticing rhythm that further fueled me.

I thrust deeper inside Bez, relishing the sound of his moans and this bizarre connection as my essence coursed through him. It snapped and broke away from me, coursing through Bez’s veins and becoming his.

Here we were, linked and bound by devil essence, which had evolved and changed beyond measure. How I looked forward to exploring the unique properties of our being, how it’d function in a year, how it’d flourish in a century, how it’d keep us together forever.

But for now, I wanted to enjoy the feel of being inside Bez.

“Arch.” I pressed my knuckles to the small of Bez’s back.

He obeyed instinctively, obediently, and I thrust harder in him, placing a hand over his mouth to stifle a shout he let out from the sharp pain of my pounding.

“Sorry.” I kissed his nape. “You just feel too damn good.”

I continued kissing him as I pounded him, getting in a rhythmic and intoxicating pace.

“Let yourself enjoy it.”

Bez groaned into my mouth, and I swallowed every sound, eliciting a thousand more as I fucked him. Gods, he felt amazing. I wrapped my arm around his neck, holding him close. Our skin was slick and sticky with sweat. I slid my other hand down and squeezed his ass.

Using this position, I pushed him forward all the way, pinned beneath me, and thrust deeper into Bez.

Every time he moaned, I nearly burst, so I finally pulled my cock out and let him rest. I teased his hole, slapping my dick against his ass as I took deep breaths. Calming breaths. I was about to climax. I needed to wait. Savor this. Enjoy Bez’s perfect bubble butt.

“You feel it, right?”

“You?” He panted. “Yes.”

“No, I mean, yes—obviously, I’m amazing.”

“And cocky.”

“You love it.” I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. “But what I meant was the essence. You can feel it merging with you, right?”

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