Exploring Each Other

It did not take long for Mizora to slip a tongue past her partner's lips. The dream guardian, the Emperor's lewd avatar, eagerly allowed it to enter her mouth. Her tongue was warm, exciting them both as it swirled around the illithid's own. The Emperor could feel their new body reacting, their nipples hardening and their sex throbbing. Despite having inhabited this body before, it was still an odd experience to get wet, for someone who usually possessed a male body.

The mind flayer was not the only one reacting, though. Despite believing she was in control of this encounter, Mizora's kisses sure came off as ****. The way she grinded against the thicker version of herself, feeling the bigger tits press against her, spoke to a fiery need burning inside the devil. The Emperor was more than happy to let her believe she had power, if it meant fueling that fire.

"Mmmm, why did Wyll never tell me about you," she mewled. Tilting her head, she guided the guardian's lips to her neck. The Emperor was happy to oblige, kissing and sucking on the sensitive flesh. "I... ah... I would have visited much sooner..." The Emperor toed the line between gentle and rough, leaving small hickeys on her blue skin. The devil brought her hands up to cradle the dream guardian's head, nestling them against her neck.

"Oh, I could keep you here for hours," Mizora sighed, eventually pushing the Emperor off. "However, I'd really like to see the extent of Wyll's design. I think you know what I mean."

The illithid did indeed. Taking a step back, it took only a snap of his fingers to fulfill her request. The robe melted away, revealing the dream guardian's toned body. The tiefling's heavy tits were nonetheless perky, topped with hard nipples that begged to be sucked. Down below, her pussy was wet and inviting, her red pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a flame. Mizora drank in the view, her thighs unconsciously pressing together.

"Certainly created from the male gaze," the fiend commented, biting her lip. "Though I can't say I'm not enticed."

"Then allow me to taste the superior vintage," the Emperor replied, walking back towards Mizora. "The original."

Their bodies once again collided, with the dream guardian taking the lead this time. They brought their face to the devil's chest, using their teeth to nudge her dress aside. Her blue breasts were exposed, a bit smaller but somehow even more delectable. The mind flayer wasted no time bringing a nipple into their mouth, suckling and biting in a perfect balance of pleasure and pain. A moan escaped Mizora's throat, deep and primal. It reverberated around the astral plane, gaining an almost surreal quality.

This was the Emperor's domain. He had spent what felt like an eternity defending it, even if it had only been a few weeks. The entire plane was infused with his magic, all of which was now used to crank up the fiend's sensitivity. She had let her guard down in the home of a much more powerful foe. Now she would pay for it. Not with pain, but with pleasure.

Mizora sank to her knees, overwhelmed by the sinful flame now burning inside of her. The dream guardian followed her down, still sucking and groping her breasts. It did not take long for the cambion to be on her back, writhing on the stone floor. Not that the Emperor was content with just the devil's chest. Soon the dream guardian was kissing down her body, pulling at the belt of her dress and revealing the prize he sought.

"OH FUCK!" Mizora groaned, her back arching as soon as the Emperor's tongue touched her quim. "I didn't tell you... you could... do that... so well... hells..." The devil looked down her body, watching with glazed eyes as the illithid went down on her. The dream guardian was on all fours, her juicy red ass waving hypnotically in the air, while their face was buried in the cambion's sex. Lapping at her clit with an inhuman precision not even Zariel was capable of, all Mizora could do was moan.

It was the Emperor's tongue entering her, though, that really made her throw her head back. The dream guardian's tongue was longer than Mizora had expected, and it knew exactly where to go. It swirled against her g-spot, each flick sending a tidal wave of pleasure into the devil's body. In her head, she knew she should put an end to this. That it was making her weaker, that it was compromising her senses. However, as her first orgasm turned into her fifth, she decided she would allow it. At least for a little while longer...

It took Mizora far too long to notice the changes. To realize how thick the tongue inside her had become. How deep it was able to penetrate. How many other appendages seemed to be touching her, to be tickling her inner thigh, to be teasing her puckered asshole. It just felt too good to scrutinize. However, it eventually became too much to ignore. When her eyes fluttered open, all she could do was gasp.

The Emperor had reverted to his true, illithid form. It was now his bulbous, purple head between her legs. His piercing purple eyes looking up at her. Noticing he had been caught, the Emperor pulled back from her quivering cunt. As he did, one of his facial tentacles followed him, snaking it's way out of her sex. Mizora whined when it finally slipped out of her, suddenly feeling quite empty indeed.

"I apologize," the mind flayer said, his voice once again deep and unsettling. "It is hard to maintain the illusion when one is so excited." A lie, but one the devil would believe. "Though, if you'll allow it, I believe I can bring you even more pleasure. Give you an experience even Wyll has never tasted."