The Emperor takes Control

The Emperor allowed Mizora to maintain her fantasy for a while longer. The illusion that she was the one manipulating him. However, this state of affairs had always been intended to be temporary. For mind flayers derived true pleasure from total domination. In a smooth, almost gentle, motion, he pushed the devil off his cock. She fell back onto the unforgiving stone, her wings splayed out under her as she caught her breath.

"H-hey! I wasn't... wasn't finished with you yet!" Her voice was shaky and ****, like an addict without their fix. The illithid ignored her, using his superior strength to flip her onto all fours. "W-w-what are you doing? Where is your... I can't feel your cock..."

"Don't worry, dear, it's right here," the Emperor assured her, pressing the head against her sopping cunt. "It will feel better in this position, I assure you."

"F-from behind?" Mizora's eyes went wide in panic as she realized how much the tables had turned. "P-please, let me... I promise I... I can make you feel-AHHHH!"

The devil's entire body went rigid as the Emperor slid back inside of her. From this position, the mind flayer could use his entire strength when pounding into her. He did not ease into this process, immediately ramming into her with all his might. While one hand gripped her ass, the other grabbed her tail. He pulled the appendage with each stroke, cementing who was really in charge here.

"Let me... back on... top..." Mizora begged, the effort half-hearted at best. Her voice seemed far away and distant, her mind clearly focused on the orgasms wracking her lithe body. "It will... feel so... mmmm... I am... still... in... control... just... mmmmph..."

"Relax, demon." The Emperor's voice was soothing, even as his thrusts grew more savage. He even tore off what remained of her dress, allowing him to gaze upon her nude form unimpeded. "Focus on the feeling..."

With the facade well and truly gone, the mind flayer asserted his dominance over Mizora. She barely even put up a fight, a few more orgasms crumbling her resolve. She was soon unable to even keep her body upright, her arms giving out first before her knees followed them. She laid flat on the ground, lost in orgasmic bliss, her naked blue body shaking with each impact.

"You thought you could enter my domain," the illithid taunted, giving her ass a possessive spank. "Threaten me. Presume to order me. Now look at you. More a **** than the poor souls you call pets."

"I'm... sorry..." The cambion muttered, drool dripping past her lips. "I... never... just... use... holes... please..."

The Emperor leaned over her prone body as he fucked it, extending his tentacles. They wrapped around her head, jerking it up and truly bringing Mizora into his embrace. One coiled around her neck, **** her just enough to make breathing difficult. Another made its way around her forehead, keeping her looking forward and awake.

The most important appendage, though, was the one that slipped past her lips. Mizora allowed the tentacle down her throat without protest, not exactly having a choice anyway. It thrust in and out of her mouth, keeping the same pace as the cock in her pussy. As it did so, it released more potent pheromones, this time so tantalizingly close to her brain.

With the devil completely subdued, the Emperor finally allowed himself to moan in pleasure. Pounding into her prone bone, throat fucking her with his tentacles, her whole body at his disposal. It felt amazing, better than any of the criminals Duke Stelmane had let him defile. The famous and powerful servant of Zariel... a **** to his cock!

He used her for what must have been an hour. With her body conquered, he did not need to be so rough. He fucked her hard and slow and deep, relishing each thrust into her willing holes. He tried a variety of positions, as well. Against a wall, her tits smushed against the stone. On her back, her legs wrapped around him. Always with him on top, always with her moaning in absolute bliss.

Even a mind flayer as powerful as he, though, had his limits. He could not keep this up forever. When he finally emptied himself in her womb, she had the greatest orgasm of the night. She screamed past the tentacle down her throat, her voice hoarse and exhausted. Pumped full of illithid cum... and she could not be happier.

"I'm glad you visited my realm," the Emperor groaned, slowly withdrawing his cock and tentacles from her holes. "You will make this place much more hospitable. A fine vessel for release."

Stepping back, he admired his handiwork. The devil was covered in sweat and slime, her red hair soaked and knotted. The pale blue skin of her ass was red from ****, warm and sensitive to even the slightest touch. Her poor cunt, which had seen so much use this evening, was leaking a steady stream of the Emperor's cum. Mind flayer seed was a bit more translucent than most, while also having a slight purple hue. It formed a puddle between her legs, a last humiliation.

Not that Mizora saw it that way. With what strength she had, she rose to her knees, looking up at her new master with glazed over eyes. All she could manage were two words.

"Yes... Emperor..."