The Dream Guardian

"Well, I was curious how you managed to get Wyll under your thumb. As I'm sure you know, he's such a naive and disillusioned little boy. Always clinging to those strict moral principles of his. How did you get him to bow to a mind flayer of all things! No offense, of course."

"None taken," the Emperor chuckled. "Much like you, I took advantage of one of Wyll's many weaknesses... that bleeding heart of his. It was not in this rather intimidating form that I approached him. No, I used his memories to construct a body that would let his guard down. Something that would put him more at ease, and utilize his more primal urges in such a way that he would trust me."

"Oh hells," Mizora laughed, leaning on a nearby pillar. "You designed a body that Wyll would want to fuck!"

"A more crude way of putting it," the Emperor replied, a bit offended. "But, in a sense, yes."

"Oh, how fragile young Ravenguard's morals are," Mizora replied, still laughing at the thought. "Cracking whenever a pretty face winks at him."

"Yes, humans are fickle creatures, in that way."

"I wonder..." The fiend tilted her head to the side. "What makes Wyll's cock twitch?"

The Emperor had thought this was where she had been going. Still, he replied "What do you mean?"

"I mean... what form did you take when seducing my dear Wyll? What body does he consider 'most fuckable'?"

"Well... I could show you if you'd like..."

Mizora did not need to reply. A smile was all it took.

A bright light emanated from within the mind flayer as he re-conjured the illusion. By the time it ceased, the illithid was gone, replaced by a beautiful light red tiefling. The Emperor's armor had been replaced by an ornate gown, the one the dream guardian had worn during their more intimate conversations with Wyll. It was classy, yet still showed off more than enough skin. Mizora's eyes went wide at the sight, not just because the form was stunning, but because...

"It looks just like me!"

"Yes, I was expecting such a reaction," the Emperor replied, now in the same sultry, arrogant voice of Mizora. Indeed, besides being a tiefling rather than a devil, the form did truly resemble Mizora in many ways. The cheekbones and jawline were identical. The horns were in similar places. The body was slender and curved in the same ways. Even the hair was short, fiery, and tucked behind the ears, just like Mizora's.

Slowly approaching the Emperor, the cambion could not stop laughing. "So, this is what little Wyll gets his rocks off to? I mean, I knew he lusted after me, that was obvious enough. But I had no idea how deeply I'd shaped his preferences. Oh, I am certainly going to have fun with this information!"

However, as she got closer, and began to scrutinize the body more, she added "Though, it's not exactly the same, is it? I see Wyll has dreamt up a few... dare I call them 'improvements'." Getting closer, she stared unabashedly at the illusion's chest. "For one thing, her tits are a size or two bigger."

Reaching up, the Emperor gave them a squeeze. "Yes, it seems his time with Zariel's old lapdog has altered his tastes a bit."

"He made you shorter, too," she continued, circling around the tiefling. "And with a fatter ass. Men are nothing if not predictable."

"Yes, quite base desires," the dream guardian replied. "I hope you do not see it as an insult to your own beauty. I happen to-"

"Oh, don't be so foolish," the devil interrupted, returning to the illithid's front. "It would take more than this to shake my confidence. Not that Wyll's tastes are entirely unwarranted. If someone had used that form to seduce me, I would certainly have..." Mizora smacked her lips. "I'm curious, how much did it take to sway my dear boy? How far did you have to go to make him ingest those filthy tadpoles?"

"I did not sleep with him, if that's what you're asking?"

"Not that I would have blamed you," Mizora chuckled, taking a step closer to the illusion. She was now just a breath away, their chests brushing against each other. "So what, then? What did it take to make his moral's crumble?"

The dream guardian flashed a smug smile. "All it took... was this..."

Tilting their head up, the Emperor captured Mizora's lips in their own. Their lips were nearly identical, perfectly fitting together as she kissed back. It was a deep, hungry embrace, almost a battle for dominance between the devil and the mindflayer. When they finally separated, neither seemed sated.

"That's all?" The fiend purred, licking her lips. "He's such an eager pup, isn't he? You really could have gotten more out of him. Here, let me show you what you should have done..."

When Mizora went in for a second kiss, she did so with her whole body. Their tits smashed together as they made out, her hands gripping the dream guardian's waist possessively and pulling her in. As he kissed her back, the mindflayer could not help but laugh to himself.

The devil had been turned on by herself. And she had called men typical!