The General and the Devil [Ketheric x Mizora] [Act 2 Spoilers]

Mizora had not been this angry in a while. More so at herself than anything.

She had been reckless. Thought she could scout around Moonrise Tower without arousing suspicion. Thought her infernal magic was greater than anything these cultists could muster. However, the shadows had been thicker than she had expected, and she had been caught unawares. Those thick, dark tendrils all over her body...

The result had been her capture by these Absolutist fools! Their influence here hung like a heavy fog, stifling her powers and reducing her to just another prisoner. She had been kept in a pod since her arrival, a suffocatingly small chamber that reeked of mind flayer! It had taken all her powers to send out an aid request to her favorite pet. She felt like a mere damsel in distress, waiting for her party of heroes to rescue her from this cell. It was humiliating!

That was why she was even more angry when, in the middle of the night, she was awoken by a few of those bloody cultists. At first, she felt a glimmer of hope when they unlocked her pod. Perhaps Zariel had stricken a deal for her? However, this was dashed when they attached silencing cuffs on her. While they did not restrict her limbs, they dampened her magic even further. They were wrapped around her wrists, her ankles, and her neck, over the devil's many protests.

Effectively hobbled, she was then led through the fleshy halls that were Moonrise Tower's catacombs. Intellect devours scurried about as they dragged her to the destination. It was deep within Moonrise's depths, so deep that they had to take an elevator down. It was in this pit of despair that Mizora found who had summoned her.

General Ketheric Thorm. Former Governor of Reithwin Town. Leader of the Absolute's Armies. Servant of Myrkul, God of ****.

Not exactly a friendly face.

Dumped in front of him, Mizora looked up with disdain. However, the gears were already turning in her scheming mind. Ketheric was not known for his emotional stability. If she could manipulate him, she could perhaps turn this miserable mission around. More than just getting out of here, she had her mistress' goals to consider...

"Leave us," Ketheric ordered his followers, who quickly bowed and complied. His gaze was unreadable as he studied the devil before him, though Mizora thought she could perceive a hint of lust behind those eyes. That she could use!

"I had heard the great General Thorm knew how to treat a lady," she complained, rising to her feet. "It seems I was mislead." She stretched her wings, which had grown cramped in the small pod.

"Quiet, devil," the old elf snapped, crossing his arms. "Believe me, your accommodations could have been much less comfortable. I'd be happy to show you, if you'd like." Mizora said nothing, knowing better than to tempt his wrath. "Good. Now, your appearance here means that Zariel was involved herself in my affairs. I want to know what she wants and why she has decided to meddle."

"Oh, darling, is that really why you called me down here?" The devil chuckled, trying to exude an air of confidence.

"Answer the question, wench," Ketheric spat. "I will not ask it again."

"Oh, sweetie. Zariel had nothing to do with this, I'm afraid." It was a lie, but a necessary one. "You may be surprised to hear that I came to Moonrise of my own accord."

"Yeah, right!" Ketheric scoffed, crossing his arms. "And what drew your independent interest here?"

"You think I would not be curious about an emerging power on the map? Tsk tsk tsk..." Mizora began to circle the general, her voice becoming low and seductive. "Though right now, I am more curious about why you summoned me."

"Are you deaf!" Ketheric's patience was getting thinner. "I just told you. Do you know how much I loathe repeating myself!"

"Oh, please," Mizora purred. "You could have questioned me about Zariel whenever you wished. You could have done it with me trapped in that pod! Yet you called me in the dead of night, down to your most private of lairs, decidedly alone." She caught the slightest flicker in the old man's eyes, and knew she had him right where she wanted him.

"I don't know what you are talking about, fiend!" He shot back. "Now if you won't answer my questions, you will be dragged back to your cell. You can rot in there, for all I care."

"Oh, but General," Mizora pouted, a coy smirk on her lips. "You haven't yet gotten what you really wanted out of me..."

Ketheric paused for a moment, genuinely considering having the demon dragged back to her pod. Instead, against his better judgement, he allowed her to continue.

"You may not believe me," she purred, moving closer to him. "But you are missing something. I remember you, Ketheric, all those centuries ago when you were still a Selunite. You had a daughter and community and respect. You had a loving wife for companionship-"

"Choose your next words carefully, devil!" Ketheric growled, his temper flaring.

"... yet Selune did not have the power you craved. So next you turned to Shar. She gave you more power, an entire army of Dark Justiciars to command as you saw fit. However, now it was the softer touch you lacked. Shar worshipers are not the best bedmates, from what I've heard. Unless you are into whips and chains, that is..."

Mizora inched ever closer to the general, now standing right behind him. Her voice had gone from low to sultry, exuding sensuality in a way only a devil could.

"And now here you are. The power Shar provided dwarfed completely by what you've found under Myrkul." Ketheric flinched at the mention of his master's name, his devotion not exactly common knowledge. "He has given you an army, a mission, a purpose. The Absolute's name to wield like a warhammer. And yet..."

She placed her hands delicately on his shoulders as she circled around to his front. He was trying his best to remain stoic, but she could see the desire building in his eyes. The need to release his pent up frustrations. The want he held for the devil in front of him.

"He can't give you the companionship you crave. Even the magic of gods cannot provide the touch that I can. The heat of a body forged in Avernus."

Spreading and flapping her wings, she brought herself to his level, her eyes inches from his, her lips a breath away.

"It was your power that drew me here, General. Your power that has kept me here. I want to feel it. I want to feel it around me, on me, in me... I want to complete you. And I know you want it, too. You've wanted it ever since I was captured. So take it, Ketheric. It's yours..."

The two were still for a moment, their eyes locked, their breaths labored. Mizora had put everything into this play, and now she began to worry that it would not work. There was clearly lust in his eyes and frustration in his soul. Still, it was not a guarantee that he would take the bait.

It did not take long for Ketheric to dash those fears. Instead of leaning in for a kiss, though, as Mizora had expected, she felt the cold metal of his gauntlet wrap around her throat. She let out a chocked gasp as he dragged her across the room. Normally, this would elicit a sense of panic in any sane woman. However, Mizora could tell his intention by the strength of his grip, and knew her plan was working.

He took her to a table off to the side, throwing her on it with a **** need. Lying on her back, the devil used her wings to sweep the piles of scrolls, books, and reports off, leaving the stone bear for their naughty purposes.

"I see the Sharrans taught you to be rough," Mizora chuckled, brushing a loose strand of red hair behind her horns.

Ketheric slowly and methodically unbuckled his armored pants, enjoying the view while he did so. Mizora was happy to help in this regard. She spread her legs seductively, then slid her dress to the side. Bit by bit more of her pale blue naval was revealed, until finally her sex was exposed. Her lower lips were a darker shade of blue than her skin, though inside, she was just as pink as any other woman. She ran a few fingers through her slit as he finally got his cock out, the digits coming back glistening wet.

"Nine Hells! I did not realize you were hiding so much down there," Mizora purred, marveling at his cock. It was larger than most elves at an impressive ten inches. "I would have visited Moonrise sooner..."

"I do not need your praise, devil," Ketheric growled, taking a step forward. He lined his undead cock up with her entrance, testing her lips with his head. "Just your body."

"And that I am more than happy to pro-VIDE!" The fiend could not contain a moan as he finally penetrated her. Locked up in that pod, she had been cut off from the amount of sex she had become accustomed to in the hells. Now speared by Ketheric's cock, the genuine need she had been suppressing reared its head.

"Gods, how I've missed this," the older elf groaned, beginning to build up a rhythm. Wet sounds filled the room as he rocked back and forth, his huge member sliding in and out of her. The entire table shook with the power of his thrusts, a roughness the devil was fortunately built to endure. She writhed under his touch, moaning encouragement. However, she noticed that it was not just the feel of her body that he was enjoying, but the sight. His eyes hungrily roamed her body, from her face to her curves.

"Like what you see, General," Mizora said between gasps, bringing her hands up to her dress. "I can do even better..." She ran her fingers along the fabric of her plunging neckline, teasing the man who was pounding into her. Slowly, she moved the dress to the side, exposing more and more of her pale blue breasts. She felt his thrusts get more erratic as she teased the final reveal, his grip on her hips tightening.

His eyes went wide when she finally pushed the dress to the side, her bare breasts now open to his gaze. Her dark blue nipples were hard in the cold air of the cavern, They were the pointy promontory of her perky breasts, which shook violently with his thrusts. Ketheric threw off his metal gauntlets just to get a feel of them. Her tits were perfect handfuls, practically made to be squeezed and groped and fondled.

Ketheric's cock was fully sheathing itself with each stroke at this point, the fucking now hard and deep. Mizora pulled out ever stop she could to bring her lover the most pleasure possible. He pushed her hips forward to meet his thrusts. She contracted her muscles to massage his invading member. What little magic she could muster through her bonds, she used to stimulate his cock. The more he enjoyed himself, the closer her plan would come to fruition.

She also knew, though, that there was a limit to the pleasure he could feel by just fucking her. He had legions of cultist who would gladly spread there legs and take his cock. To become what she needed to be, a truly indispensable companion, she needed to do more. She needed to show him more.

Without a word, Mizora leapt into a sitting position. Using her wings to propel her forward, and without his cock leaving her pussy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his. The kiss was deep and affectionate, the kind given by lovers who have been apart too long. At first, Ketheric was caught off guard, almost throwing her off. Soon, however, he melted into the embrace, drawn in by how familiar it felt. He captured her purple lips in his, their tongues dancing around each other as their moans became one.

Mizora wrapped her legs around Ketheric and spun him around, pushing him so he sat on the table. Now straddling his lap, she continued to make out with him, his dick still buried inside of her. She gyrated her hips ever so slightly to keep him hard and throbbing, while her lips pursued a deeper emotional pleasure. Ketheric, not knowing what to do with his hands, ran them up and down her back, from her soft shoulders to her juicy ass.

When the fiend finally pulled her head back, she saw in the old man's eyes that she had him. "Oh, baby..." she purred, doing her best to mirror that same gaze. "I... I can feel your close. I can feel your body begging to release. May I?"

Ketheric just nodded his head.

With a devilish grin, Mizora began to bounce on his cock. If he had been feeling good before, now it was ecstasy. When not silenced by the fiend's lips, Ketheric groaned and moaned. The clap of her ass on his thighs was louder, though, as she rode him just as hard as he'd fucked her. Just because it was more intimate did not mean it could not be rough, after all.

The change in position was not just for Ketheric's benefit, though. Mizora had always found the most pleasure when she was on top, and had been on the edge for far too long. She brought herself to an explosive orgasm on his cock, barely stopping her body from shaking and shuddering. She was not sure the old man even noticed her climax, as focused as he was on the approach of his own. The only evidence Mizora left was the pool of juices below her, the copious amounts of arousal dripping past his balls and onto the table.

"I can feel you," the fiend purred, speeding herself up. "I can feel you throbbing inside of me. Your desire burning hotter than Avernus. You are close, aren't you?" The old man said nothing, his answer obvious. "I want you to empty yourself in me, General. I want to feel your essence inside of me. Can you do that for me? Please... please you need it. I need it. Just... let... go..."

When it was finally time, Ketheric grabbed her hips and buried himself fully in her demonic sex. His cock erupted with centuries of pent up cum, load after load emptied into her tight body. Despite being held down, Mizora did what she could to milk every drop of cum from him, grinding her ass on his sensitive length. Ketheric whispered all sorts of sweet nothings as his climax washed over him. Mizora thought she caught the name "Melodia" mixed in there, but she let it fly. She did not care what he was picturing, all that mattered was the control his pleasure granted her.

When he was finally spent, the old man collapsed back onto the table, taking deep, exhausted breaths. Mizora kept herself upright, enjoying of the feeling of being filled.

"Well, that was... delightful," she groaned, closing her eyes and reveling in the moment. "Consider this my resume. The start of what I hope is a wonderful partnership."

"It is certainly something to consider," Ketheric replied, doing his best to regain the upper hand. "Though I hope you understand I still have to return you to your pod."

"Oh, that's fine, dear," Mizora purred, fixing her dress so it once again covered her tits. "As long as you promise to open it back up the next time you need... companionship..."