Page 4 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

Bez

Once Wally had climaxed, I retracted my wings and pulled out of him, cock throbbing and ready to return to his beautiful hole. He lay on the mat, covered in his own sweat and cum, leaving me utterly ravenous. I flipped him onto his stomach, relishing the whimper from his lips and the splat of his sticky stomach hitting the mat.

“Oh, Bez.” Wally panted heavy exhales into the mat that only further enticed me.

“Now that you’ve had your release, it’s time you offer me mine.” I positioned him on all fours, adjusting the alignment of his hips and ass and arch of his back, so I could slide inside him with ease.

Using my clawed fingers, I spread his cheeks wide, staring at his hole as I buried my cock into it. Gods, I loved the sight of watching my dick vanish inside him all the way to the base where our skin touched, and the most subtle spark of electricity surgedbetween us. Not Diabolic, not even magic. Merely chemical, chemistry, something euphoric in the air every time our bodies did this little dance.

Wally moaned, his back rising momentarily until my sharpened nails encouraged an obedient arch.

It didn’t take long to find a steady, pleasurable rhythm in pounding out Wally, but I found myself eager for more, wanting to relish in his whimper, make him bend to my will, and work a bit harder to satisfy my needs.

I yanked him by his blond curls, jerking his head back. “I’m gonna rail you until you buckle.”

Wally nodded his head, which remained in my grasp. His pleading hazel eyes held this desire to offer approval, to satisfy my every craving. Good. Admittedly, I missed the glasses he no longer required, the pair he ultimately set aside since the essence coursing throughout him enhanced his senses, sharpening them intuitively.

I shoved his face into the mat, and then I gripped him by his hips. Pulling out with only the head of my dick inside him, satisfied by the warm tight embrace, I allowed the nerves of our bodies to tingle from the sensation for a moment before I slammed the entirety of my cock back inside him. My teeth chattered in sync with Wally’s quivering body. I repeated this several times, from tip to base, feeling invigorated each time I thrust deep into Wally’s guts and hearing his moan, his whine, and watching his body bend to better accommodate me.

Oh, how he worked so hard to please me. Still, as I continued pounding away, pouring all my energy into railing Wally into the floor, I found myself returning to the spark of our training. There was a moment, the briefest of seconds, when I found myself eager for him to overtake me the same way I currently held him down. The exertion of his muscles, his magics, and his masculinity all conjured this beautifully intoxicating aroma thatleft me eager to delight in his needs. Yet here I was, fucking him to meet my own delights.

He was no longer the timid twink incapable of anything except wordy nonsense.

“Bez,” he gasped, enthralled by the thrust of my hips yet still desiring to speak, to explain, to tell some factual anecdote. Utter nonsense, his chaotic craving for conversation.

I leaned closer, tilting his head and holding his strong jaw in my hand. Gods, his hazel eyes had this beautifully delirious look to them as I fucked him, and his lips called out for mine, desperate for the silence I offered.

I kissed Wally, tasting the sweetness of his lips and relishing the pained pleasure he murmured into my mouth.

Surely, I jested about his obscene need to talk, always talk, talk, talk. In truth, I craved his words almost as much as he desired to speak them. His voice offered me solace from the world in every way, an escape from everything else, and one continuous constant from a companion unlike anyone else.

I ran my hands along his torso, continuing to kiss him. Wally had grown quite handsome. His physique had become more muscular, yet still posing his natural slender form. His shoulders were broader, easier to grip and hold while ramming my cock faster and harder into him. The rhythmic panting made his abs tighten, flexing and revealing his perfect physical state. I took swift breaths alongside Wally, syncing our bodies. It meant so much to him to feel unity, like when the essence shared between us stirred sensations from the Diabolic bond.

With Wally holding the devil essence all on his own, we could never perform the bond again with my essence, but I’d never felt more united to him and his will. Every stroke brought me closer to him, every pump of my hips elicited a familiar reaction, every gentle touch across his tender flesh sent a quiver through my spine as I gauged his response. For the last eighteenmonths, I studied Wally in the same ways I had when perched atop a mantle and bound inside a Diabolic orb, realizing I didn’t require a link to know what brought him joy, didn’t need a bond to understand his sensations, and didn’t lack in the pleasure of feeling his satisfaction with my every action.

I indulged in every delight that crossed my mind, exploring Wally’s body, mind, and heart to the deepest facets, ensuring we would remain forever close. The Diabolic bond meant nothing to me. I didn’t require it to feel like one with Wally. I only needed him nearby, and that completed me.

His desires had grown and subtly shifted over the months, the more we trained and the stronger he became. No. He’d always been strong, powerful even when underestimating himself, but something had blossomed in his heart, in his cock, and I found myself eager to explore the new roles our future might offer.

As my mind wandered to the potential reversal, my chest heated, my breathing hitched, and I pressed my hands down between Wally’s shoulder blades, holding him in place. My muscles spasmed, tightening like a wet cloth being wrung out, and then all the tension in my body fizzled away as I came inside Wally. I took twitchy thrusts, cumming and indulging in the satisfying pleasure of my stiff cock softening inside Wally.

When I pulled out, I smirked at the white droplets that dribbled down Wally’s crack to his sack.

“That was quite fun.” I slapped Wally’s ass—not hard enough to provoke his tail but enough to rouse a response from him.

“Uh-huh,” he said with a wispy breath.

“I think I fucked you unconscious.”

“No,” he panted. “Just gathering my bearings.”

I zipped across the room and retrieved my black suit and tie. Wally continued lying on the floor while I dressed, all his energy spent. A part of me desired to roll around with him for a secondround, really unload on him, but I’d never hear the end of it if I fucked him through his shift and he fell behind on whatever random artifacts he had on the agenda for today.

Once I’d buttoned my shirt, I strutted toward Wally and knelt beside him. Since he kept his face pressed to the mat while taking deep breaths, I kissed his cheek. A wet and sloppy peck meant to convey love and lust and maybe a laugh. He remained too exhausted to chuckle, so I took my leave.

I left Wally flat on his stomach, ass up and snoozing with his legs spread and arms outstretched as he gathered his bearings.

“See you at home, my love.” I adjusted my tie and exited the sparring room.

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