Mizora can't resist

Be warned: Mind break content and **** going forward!

By now, the reality was beginning to dawn on Mizora. She could feel the illithid magic in the air, affecting her body, influencing her mind. However, the denizens of Avernus were nothing if not arrogant. She had never encountered a problem that she could not fuck her way out of. This may be the Emperor's domain, but it was Mizora's body. He might be able to conjure an illusion similar to it, but he would never be able to resist the real thing!

"That was a cruel trick," the devil chuckled, her voice heavy with lust. She used her foot to lightly nudge the mind flayer away from her sex, the purple being shifting to a sitting position. "Though your sure know how to use those tentacles of yours..."

"I can assure you," the Emperor replied. "I am much better when using all my appendages. I am sure you will enjoy it."

"_Your _sure _I _will enjoy it?" She scoffed, puffing out her chest indignity. "Bedding me is something men sell their souls for. It is a once in a lifetime experience. I think you should be more concerned with your own enjoyment... Emperor." She uttered his name in a mocking tone, egging him on. The illithid only replied with three words.

"Then show me."

Mizora smiled devilishly, leaning forward and getting on all fours. She slowly crawled towards him, seductively swaying her body and tail as she approached. She came to straddle his nude form, looking him right in the eyes. His cock laid against her naval as she sat in his lap. It was quite large, purple and ridged and dripping with pre-cum.

"I can feel how much you want this," the devil purred, talking more about herself than her partner. "How much you crave the forbidden pleasure only I can provide. I would make you beg... I could make you beg... but I think it'd be better to... to... just get started..."

Practically shaking in anticipation, Mizora slowly lifted herself over the Emperor's cock. Her arousal dripped down onto the head as she hovered over it, lubing it up even more than was necessary. She did not tease herself for long. With a satisfying schlick, she sat down on the thick cock, sliding the whole length inside her on the first stroke.

Her mouth opened into an o=shape, but only a soft gasp came out. His cock pulsed inside of her, the ridges pressing right against her g-spot. It seemed the mind flayer had the same control over his penis that he did over his tentacles. While still rigid, he was able to maneuver and wiggle it in just the right way and in just the right spots. It took all her strength to bounce on it, powering through the waves of pleasure threatening to paralyze her.

The devil had not been lying. Few could boast more carnal skill than Mizora. The mind flayer could feel his control slipping as her tight cunt enveloped and re=enveloped his member. The sound of her firm ass bouncing on his lap, the way her tail carressed his thigh, the view of her beautiful blue breasts. It was powerfully alluring, and almost too much.

However, his illithid magic had already set in. Giving in to pleasure was too tempting to resist. Her seductive performance waned as she focused more on making herself feel good. The Emperor regained total control of his body, suppressing his own needs and desires to better influence the devil on his cock.

After what seemed like ages of riding, Mizora finally found her voice. "How... ugh... does it... does it..." She blinked a few times to focus herself, swallowing the drool accumulating in her mouth. "...does it feel to bed a... a lady of Avernus..."

"Better than any of the stories suggested," the Emperor replied, his hands finding their way to her waist. "Allow me to repay your generosity."

Unfurling his face tentacles. he set them to work on Mizora's chest. They wrapped around her exposed breasts, encircling and squeezing the sensitive flesh. The tips teased her nipples, covering them in pheromone soaked slime as he did so. If Mizora had been at a lost for words before, she forgot about their very existence now. All her brain could manage was riding his cock at a steady rhythm, her head thrown back in ecstasy, each orgasm blending into the next.

Eventually, even this responsibility was taken from her. Tightening his grip on her hips, the Emperor began to thrust up into her. Mizora was still bouncing up and down, still able to believe she was in control. All of the real action, though, was now done by the Emperor. The illithid roughly pounded up into her, much faster and much harder than her distracted body had been able to manage. Each time his cock was pressed right up against her g-spot. Each time as deep as possible. Each time pumping more pheromones into her.

To Mizora, it was pure bliss.

To the Emperor, it was victory.