Page 31 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

Though when he started pumping his hips, I gulped and gurgled at the suddenness. It enticed him, and he slammed his dick faster and further in a frenzy. He grunted, which sent a shiver through my warming body. I quivered, drawn to his energy, surrendering my mouth to him to use how he pleased. He bucked and grunted louder the deeper he pushed his cock head into my tight throat muscles.

He slid his hand between my curled horns and played with my ruffled hair. Then with a tight grip of his hand wrapped between the locks, he yanked me back, pulling me off his cock. Not quite entirely, but back to the tip where I licked and teased the head until he ran his hand under my chin and pulled me forward with both hands. He slammed me back to the base of his dick and thrusted.

Each time he pumped his hips, the fervor inside him swelled. Usually, Wally was calmer when I sucked him off, merely enjoying the affection, the shift between my eager and aggressive nature in bed, yet now this primal beast grew from him. Each second that passed, Wally tested himself a little more, adding a touch more assertiveness as I continued pleasuring him.

He smacked the side of my face lightly and held his grip there. He massaged my hair before raking his fingers through and pulling my head back by the roots. He yanked my mouth away from his dick, teasing my lips with the head. With a playfulness, he rubbed the tip of his cock along my mouth and then stuffed it back in.

I choked, taking in the swift thrusts.

Oftentimes, I was the overzealous one, relishing in his whimpering satisfaction, but now he carried himself with this commanding need for dominance. Submission was never something I offered to a partner—satisfaction, yes—but I preferred to remain in charge. In control. Too much of my existence was met with service in Hell’s battles and so much more, but with Wally, serving obediently offered a high unlike any other. It washed away the world outside this room.

All that called was Wally and his cock.

I tilted my head, adjusting ever so to make it easier for Wally to face fuck me. He pounded into my throat, pulling his cockalmost all the way out, leaving just the head in my mouth before stuffing every inch of his shaft back in down to the base.

I gripped his hips, steadying the erratic, brutal thrusts to create an almost rhythmic pounding.

He panted, taking faster strokes and edging himself right to the point of release before slowing down and rubbing his hand along my jaw.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so good.”

I stretched my mouth wider, taking him in entirely. Wally continued, using my throat to meet his needs and finally cumming.

His teeth chattered, and he groaned. I let him slowly hump my face to shoot out a few more jets of cum, savoring the taste that filled my mouth.

He pulled out, wiping the last drops on my lips, rubbing cum and spit with the head of his dick over my face, then he shoved the tip in once more to suck until he’d fully finished. Until his body stopped craving satisfaction. Until he stopped vibrating from the orgasm. Until he’d felt the full extent of his release. I played with Wally’s cock, taking it back into my mouth as it went soft. I continued sucking until he told me to stop. I would please him until he ordered something new.

9

Wally

After Bez and I finished—well, after I’d finished—Bez summoned Orias and the other demons to join us in the bathhouse. I sort of expected Bez to want or desire a little mutual satisfaction. But Bez beamed with delight, requiring nothing in this moment, satisfied entirely by my completion. Not that he was a selfish partner; it was just that our dynamic usually involved me serving Bez’s needs. I craved it, craved him, always.

Yet now I found myself stirring with new desires, new ideas, passions and wants and primal needs. Needs that sought to control Bez, use him, bring him the same subservient satisfaction he’d offered me since the first time we’d been together.

“Get out of your head, Walter.” Bez flunked my temples from either side with the points of his tails and reeled me from my thoughts.

I adjusted my tunic, covering myself as best I could since Bez had ripped the sides all the way to the top of my hips. My ears burned when the demon attendants gazed, only comforted by the eager delight in Bez’s crimson eyes while he kept his attention locked onto me.

Orias squeezed past the entourage of demons and shrank in size so he could fit inside the bathhouse.

“I have a Cerberus who does that,” I said, thoughts spinning into a hundred concerns for Weather.

While I definitely doted on him, chances were he already missed Bez. For whatever reason, the hostility Bez demonstrated appealed to all three personas of our Mythic beast.

“Fascinating. Size manipulation is a standard ability for Diabolics,” Orias replied. “I didn’t realize other creatures possessed the skill.”

“You can change your size?” I quirked a brow at Bez, recalling the only time his stature had dramatically shifted came from a decapitation incident and a lack of essence to reform his full size.

“But of course.” Bez looked down, towering above in his demon form—at least a solid foot in height difference. Possibly more because, despite my best efforts, spatial awareness wasn’t a strong skillset I possessed. “Which part of me would you desire I change the size of, Lord Walter? I can enlarge anything to your specifications.”

His teasing smirk made my ears burn even more. Yes, he maintained a completely composed demeanor with no hint of snark in his voice, but his sass cut through to the deepest core of my being.

“No.” I grimaced. “You’re sized just right. Not too big or too small or…um, yeah. Just right.”

“The three bears will be glad to hear that.” Bez winked, which only added to the flustered scrunch of my face.

“A Cerberus and three bears.” Orias nodded. “You must crave a zoo of beasts for a collection. Perhaps we can acquire you some unique oddities of exotic beings.”

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