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If there was one type of being in the world that loved the smell of desperation more than any other, it was a Cambion. Perhaps Volothamp Geddarm was entirely too casual in seeking her out, and far too ignorant of the inherent danger too, but that desperation drove him to find Mizora.
“Well, pet – out with it. You summoned me to your home – what is it that you want? I can have the contract drawn up in a matter of minutes, though I doubt your goddess would be happy to see her wizard become my warlock~” Her grin was wide as her wings spread behind her, tail flicking with intrigue as she awaited the response.
“Well, you see, it’s not power that I’m searching for,” Volo began carefully, somehow just self aware enough to know that turning down her offer too directly might shorten his lifespan significantly. “I’m looking for, well, love.”
“So you came to me?” Mizora burst into a fit of laughter almost immediately, taking several very long moments to regain her composure. “Oh, pet, I’ve no care for love. Unless we are talking about the far too sweet term for sex.”
“I would not presume to—”
“Oh you needn’t presume anything,” her smile was becoming ever more unsettling as she stepped in a little closer. “I’ve heard plenty about you, and I must say you are quite curious.”
Volo stood a bit taller, a bit straighter, as the cambion circled him, her fingers trailing a path around his shoulders.
“Perhaps we can reach a deal,” Mizora’s whisper in his ear sent a shiver down his spine, “no contracts, no blood signings, just a simple trade.”
“What,” Volo swallowed, his mouth suddenly feeling dry and his clothes far too warm and constricting, “what is it that you are suggesting?”
“I, being the generous woman that I am, will help you find who you’re searching for,” her teeth grazed the edge of his ear, breath hot on his neck, “and you will show me why they would want to be found.”
“That sounds fair.” The moment he finished speaking, the wizard found all light blocked by huge blue wings wrapping around him, closing the world away as Mizora’s infernal magic pulled them into another plane entirely.
—
A strong scent of sulphur and smoke filled the air alongside the cambion’s sickly sweet perfumes as Volo blinked against the darkness, trying to determine what had happened and what he should even do about it.
“Mmm so tense,” Mizora moved around him again, still keeping him entirely enclosed within the canopy of her wings, “relax, pet, you have been in the Hells before have you not?”
“This is simply…unexpected, not unwelcome.” Volo chose his words carefully, resisting the temptation to lean back into the cambion’s embrace as her fingers teased down his chest over his clothes. “What is it that you had in mind?”
“I want to know what it is about you that draws so many to your bed,” devious hands slipped lower suddenly, taking a firm grip on his rapidly hardening arousal. “Hmmm not bad – hardly an Orthon but you are only a human~”
“Thank you?...” Heat was rushing through Volo’s body at the rougher handling from the devilish woman, feeling ever more like a curious puzzle that she was twisting in her hands rather than a lover.
“Good boy,” she purred in his ear, “now should you wish to return to your boring little house all you need to do is tell me – three short little barks should do the trick. Show me what that would sound like.”
“Bark, but I’m not—”
“Are you arguing with me, pet? And here I thought you knew how to be obedient.” Mizora began to withdraw her touch, taking with it the promise of the offered deal.
Before he lost all contact with the heat of her body, Volo did as he was bidden – though his attempts at a bark sounded far more like a series of needy whines.
“That’ll do,” she nipped at his ear, drawing back slightly as she removed every item of clothing below his waist with a single wave of her hand. “I would offer you a taste of the hells, the power that can dance in my palm at a moment’s notice, but I can tell your gluttony would be endless. So instead you will simply do as I say, do you understand?”
Volo nodded silently as her wings closed in around him again.
“Now be a good pet and beg.”
—
Time lost all meaning as Volo became the puppet on Mizora’s strings, entrapped in the cage of her huge – and, in his opinion, rather majestic – wings.
Her game became one of night and day, each time all light was blocked by a canopy of blue the rules changed.
At first he was placed on his knees, her foot pressing down hard on his arousal as she gripped his head and used his face for her pleasure. Volo ate like a man starved, determined to earn the reward she was promising with liquid lust coating his beard.
Then he was laid beneath her, cambion’s foot on his chest and her tail wrapped around his base to hold back the leaking desire from his tip while she took a large toy and pleasured herself, making him watch every moment.
Finally as her wings opened once more, he found himself with his back to her once more, suspended in weightless levitation, as he realised that same toy was now sliding between his thighs.
“You looked so hungry when you watched me use this, pet,” she whispered salaciously in his ear, voice on the edge of a moan. “You want to feel it too, do you not?”
Volo nodded, following her every instruction as her oil slick fingers began to prepare his entrance.
“Have you ever felt something so large?” Her free hand guided his head to look down, unable to miss how the huge item slid between his legs, friction of various ridges and bumps feeling intense as her tail coiled around his length to add to the effect. “I modelled it from an Orthon – scaled down, of course, I wouldn’t want to break you… yet.”
Despite the devilish nature of her teasing, and the overall impression of pure selfishness in seeking only what she wanted, Mizora was at least careful to ensure he was ready before the large flat head pressed up against his entrance – which by now was feeling near unbearably empty from the loss of her hand within.
It was achingly slow as she pushed the strap inside, tail still gripping him tightly and moving just as slowly to deny him any pleasure but that which she allowed. By the time it was halfway inside he was gasping for air, three quarters and he was whimpering as the cambion soothed him and enclosed them in the darkness of her wings once more leaving only the slightest light to see her fingers raised before his face.
“Three more inches, pet…two…one…good boy. ”
The whispered praise almost had him spilling out across her tail as the flat end pressed against his tip, a silent reminder that he must wait.
If Volo didn’t know better he might have thought that Mizora used a little magic to fortify his body as she began to thrust slowly with both hands now gripping his hips, praising him for taking it all, and demanding he beg if he wanted more.
At first he didn’t – more would be…too much, faster would feel like he was breaking in two…but it wasn’t long before that resolve crumbled away, “like the falling and forgotten ruins of Malodomini” as she so poetically put it.
His breath came in short ragged gasps, half syllables trying to form the words to ask for mercy, to be allowed to finally release all the pent up tension that coiled in his gut hotter than any lava fields, more powerful than Mizora’s descriptions of Nessus.
“Go ahead, you’ve earned it.” The moment the words fell from her lips, it felt like a part of Volo’s soul even tried to leave his body with the intensity of the pleasure, physical sensation rippling through every nerve in his wrought body until he was simply held against her – still impaled on the toy – quivering and whimpering.
Yet for all the satisfaction that still echoed through his senses, there was little more than the physical. Of course sex felt good – it was sex – but it left a greater emptiness, a longing. The woman behind him had little interest in holding him, there was no warmth to her touch, no care as reality warped around them, nothing more than a wicked smile as she deposited him in his own empty bath tub.
“Such a shame, that was a one time deal, pet. Unless you have something more to offer than sating my curiosity, that is~” Already fully dressed she leaned over his half-nude form, one claw tracing along his cheek. “Oh and as for what I promised…”
Volo felt his breath catch in his throat, the tiny spark of hope rising—
“There isn’t anyone,” she grinned wickedly, the ruse revealed, “I can’t help you find what isn’t there.”
His heart sank to the pit of his stomach, age old warnings about being more careful about what cambion’s don’t say than what they do, reading all the fine print…but in some ways it was hard to complain about a pleasant physical experience at least. That would make for some wonderful material for his next book – when he was able to control his shaking hands again.
“Truly you are quite the tasty experience, pet, so don’t despair,” Mizora tapped his nose with the tip of her nail, “just give up on love and indulge in the pleasures of the flesh – you were practically made for it. Are you sure there isn’t any incubus in your lineage?”
“Quite…quite certain…” Volo stuttered out, his strength yet to return.
“Well, it has been a pleasure, but I have far more important things to attend to.” Mizora turned around to leave, wings rising as the floor warped with the dark oily pools of infernal Weave that formed her portal. “Oh, and you can keep this,” she tossed the toy and its harness onto the floor, “I have plenty more where that came from.”
And with that, the devil disappeared, leaving behind only the faint scent of sulphur, smoke, and an emptiness that echoed unpleasantly.
Volo sighed and laid back in the bath, resigning himself to rest until his energy recovered enough to at least fill it.
His search would have to start anew tomorrow instead.