Page 3 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“I think you like me being in charge too much to show off that dominant nature in combat.” Bez pressed against me, slowly wrapping himself around me. His thighs squeezed against mine. His arms wrapped under mine. His face was buried in my neck, sharp jawline rubbing against mine before he bit my shoulder, then kissed it, then bit and licked and tore into my flesh just enough to provoke the essence to knock his teeth from my skin.

“Dominant?” I shook my head. “Sex and combat are completely different.”

“That so?” Bez ripped off my jeans and smacked my bare ass so hard my tail sprouted out and coiled around his arm.

The muscles of the Diabolic extension were unlike any other in my body. It was as if the tail had senses of its very own, from sight to sound to sensation. This piece of myself squeezed tighter against the flex of Bez’s bicep, like a serpent unyielding against a potential threat.

“Seems you still require a physical touch to enact your essence.”

Bez knew exactly how hard to hit me, more force than a playful slap, but not so hard he’d actually hurt me. Suppose there was probably a way to quantify that. Though I doubt I’d wanna extrapolate data on how to harness my abilities based on sexual kinks. However, I would like to test pain receptors to summoning power, but Bez often held back and still managed toalways knock me on my ass. Or, in this case, leave me face down on the floor with my ass in the air.

“Someone’s lost in his head, thinking. Always thinking.” Bez kissed the nape of my neck gently.

“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or taunting me or teaching me.”

“Why not all of the above?” Bez stopped resisting the grip of my tail, and eventually, I released my hold on him, but it continued twitching, smacking against the floormat, and asserting the Diabolic power within me.

“I take it we’re done training?”

“You’re gonna take something all right.” Bez chuckled, sliding down my body until his face rested at my ass. With his clawed hands, he spread my cheeks and spit on my hole.

I moaned when his tongue reached inside me, lathering me, soothing me, sending a warm, radiating charge through my entire body. A jolt of energy mixed with a surge of desire, yet I lay on the floor, completely stripped of clothing like putty in Bez’s hands, all for him to play with, to taste, to have his way.

Bez trailed his way back up with light kisses serving as his footsteps along my skin, then rested his cock against my ass as he lubed me up. I shivered at the cool liquid covering my hole and dripping down me. When had he grabbed it? He must’ve telekinetically—

“Fuck,” I moaned when he stuck his fingers inside me. It didn’t matter when he retrieved the lube, only that his touch felt so fucking good.

“Looks like my Worthless Walter has lost all his assertive energy.”

I growled, partially from irritation and partially because that fire hadn’t been entirely quelled. In a blur of fury and fighting, Bez and I rolled along the mat until he ended up on his back, and I straddled his hips.

“Remember, you’re only in charge because I like it that way.” I eased myself onto his cock, wincing as he entered me.

Bez locked his eyes with mine, the expression was subtle, but I could always tell when my own eyes had gone completely black. There was a curiosity in his gaze, along with caution and concern. Bez never wanted to lose me to the devil essence, which was why he spent so much time forcing me to master a power even he didn’t fully grasp after hundreds of years of containing it.

I pressed my hands against Bez’s pecs, fingers twisting into gnarled claws from the sudden thrust of Bez’s cock entering me. Each nail dug into Bez’s flesh, cutting through his demon essence. Blood dripped from his chest, yet he didn’t resist or fight or heal. Bez remained in the moment, lightly continuing his thrusts and motioning me to move my hips and sway to his pace. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself, reminded every cell of my body that might’ve forgotten, that there was a pain that came with the pleasure of sex. This was not an attack; this was not a threat; this was exciting, enticing, exhilarating.

It took a moment, but my essence eased as my body adjusted to the length of Bez’s shaft, pumping in and out at a steady pace. The sensation made me shiver, desiring the throbbing pleasure that came with Bez’s fuck.

“Harder,” I gasped, finally retracting the bulk of my Diabolic claws, leaving only sharpened black nails and charcoal-dusted fingers.

Bez sat up, slapping his arms around my back and pressing our chests together as he pounded into me. His wings sprang loose, wrapping us in a cocoon of sex as we tumbled on our sides. Bez fucked me faster and harder. I panted, lost in the taste of sex in the air, the sensation of power radiating all around us.

“Let me hear you beg, Wally.” Bez nibbled my ear, teasing and tugging. “Tell me what you want.”

“Bez.” I bit my lower lip, fighting back the desire to answer because I didn’t want the pleasure to end.

Two of Bez’s tails wrapped around my thighs, forcing my legs wider. Bez kept one hand firmly pressed against my back, squeezing me closer, while his third tail reached around my neck and tilted my head. He wanted my eyes locked onto him with every single thrust. My cock throbbed as he gripped it with his free hand, jerking in motion with each pound.

I panted, holding onto the ecstasy that came with finishing. And as such, Bez continued edging me closer and closer to a climax before drawing back momentarily. This went on for what felt like forever. In reality, it was about ten minutes based on the wall clock that revealed I’d gone past my allotted break time.

“Bez,” I whined as he shoved the entirety of his shaft inside me before stroking my cock to completion.

I came hard, so hard my entire body convulsed while wrapped up by Bez’s arms and tails and wings. Incapable of containing myself, I wheezed as Bez stroked my dick, milking the cum out onto my stomach. The satisfaction in his gaze as he watched each pearl thread pool together and the head of my dick soften entirely in his fist.

Bez smirked. “Now that my little mage has been satiated, I think it’s time the demon gets his dues.”

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