Cassandra's Mirror

A spoiled princess is taken by a dark elf with sinister plans.

Disclaimers: Inspired by Aarovos in the mirror from TDP. This story includes mind control, non-consent and reluctant elements as well as non-human sex. All characters are age 18+.

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Cassandra lay in bed staring at the golden mirror encrusted with precious stones that leaned stoutly against her wall. The elegantly ornate details of the frame glittered in the faint flicker of the candlelight. She still couldn't believe she'd come upon this mirror so unexpectedly. As the youngest daughter in a long line of royal princes and princesses, gifts and offerings from the summer solstice rarely left anything of value for her. The common gifts of floral and fauna from the farmers or precious stones wielded together from the miners had long since lost interest. But from the moment she had laid eyes on its impressive shape there was something very clearly precious about this mirror.

After all the day's festivities it had nearly stood forgotten. Just as Cassandra herself was finishing her last glass of sparkling wine before heading up to her room she paused just a second to cast her eyes about at the merriment. And there it was, standing noble and firm in the banquette hall still surrounded by half eaten pastries and gift wrapping strewn about. Quick as a wink, she'd gotten a guard to carry it upstairs to her room where she now sat shooting it coveted glances delighted with her spoil.

As she stared at the mirror she noticed the room reflected in the mirror and something was off about it. While the room looked exactly the same, something was being displayed strangely., Moving closer to observe the details she realized the image was somehow inverted. Marveling at the scientific trickery, a strange sensation began to overtake her. She noticed how her eyelids got heavy and her muscles relaxed. She toppled backwards onto her bed and, quickly, a deep sleep consumed her. As she slumbered, fevered images of sweaty limbs wrapped around arched backs flashed through her sleeping mind's eye. An undeniable rush tingled down her spine as the half lit and heady visions fluttered through her. She woke with a cold sweat on her chest that pimpled her arms in gooseflesh at the chill. The candles had long since burnt out and the faint moonlight spilled across her royal bedroom.

She rang the silver bell next to her bed and night maids scurried in refreshing the bed sheets, plumping her pillows and bringing in fresh candles and floral drinking water. Only when Cassandra could hear the click of the door closing did she feel herself begin to relax. Usually her night maids calmed her after a queer dream but this time their presence had seemed to have done the opposite. She felt the stir of sleeplessness unfurling in her mind.

"This surely won't do," she muttered to herself.

Then she saw movement in the mirror. She watched as the bedroom door in the mirror began to move open and a figure came through. Aghast at the sight she unconsciously clutched her bedsheets tighter. She could feel herself freeze as a figure began to enter the room and move closer to the mirror. When the figure had stopped before the mirror and looked at her Cassandra felt her eyelids flutter and her heart thud rapidly in her chest.

He was so handsomely beautiful she felt tears well in the corner of her eyes. He had silver long hair, a sharp contrast against his dark midnight blue skin splattered with star like streaks that lined his skin akin to constellations. Even more striking were his pitch black eyes that were regarding the room with a solemn expression. Glowing white brush strokes painted his cheeks marking the contours of his jawline as the shape of his face jutted out masculinely. Cassandra felt the wind leave her lungs and her breathing stop as she took him in.

He looks around the room clearly absorbed in his own realm and after studying the lamp on the study's table he turned the lamp off leaving the room and then the mirror in a canvas of black. As Cassandra's eyes adjusted to the dark she realized he was coming closer to the mirror as the glow from his skin gave out his faint silhouette.

Cassandra felt her stomach drop. It felt like she was gasping for air but couldn't quite catch her breath at the same time. A flame swelled in her stomach, a feeling that burned both foreign and fiercely. She felt the desire to taste him and feel his midnight skin on her fingertips swell and surge through her.

She watched his eyes as they focused on his own reflection. She realized he was just looking at himself as he got closer and inspected something on his right shoulder. As if satisfied with what he'd done he turned and left the room leaving the mirror void of any reflection or image.

Cassandra was laying awake in bed long after her nighttime candles had snuffed out. She felt her sticky skin acutely as she tossed and turned searching for the release of a comfortable position. Her breasts ached and felt tender against the soft satin of her nightgown. She groaned in despair as she turned once more to lay on her back spreading her legs to stretch her hips and inner thighs. She thought about how she had been saving herself for the perfect princely match. Since her parents had been quite young when they had her and were considered a young King and Queen by other realms and their courts, she knew she wouldn't have to consider a wedding prospect for quite some time. She enjoyed her freedom to train in the scholarly world and was especially attuned to the art of political history.

While she was academically rigorous and her parents were loving, kind people, it never changed the loneliness she felt throughout her childhood and her adult years. She'd always thought that when she was older the loneliness would go away but as they had celebrated her twenty third birthday and her family had been abroad negotiating foreign treaties with the mountain elves and the forest tree herders who'd long since been at odds over the exact borders of where one territory started and the other ended.

While she had been so proud of her father's peace keeping strategies and her mother's boisterous spirit she had still felt a soft selfish pang in her heart as she sat at the empty royal table dining by herself. She had asked the kitchen staff not to make a cake because blowing it out by herself felt too depressing.

Cassandra blinked a second. Why was she thinking about such sad and dark times? She gasped as she found her hands. They were buried in between her creamy soft legs as she felt the wetness there. She cried out in shock as her fingers worked her clit and began to make small circles there as if on their own accord. Arching her back she felt the pressure and pleasure intensify.

It felt so good.

It felt too good.

She squirmed as her finger increased speed moving back and forth against her swollen clit. Crying out into the darkness of her room she moaned her release not noticing the faint glow of the star-lit face watching her with dark narrowed eyes.

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The next morning Cassandra felt light headed. She vaguely remembered what she had done last night but it also felt like a distant dream. Eating breakfast and getting started with her first hour of studies she felt like she was just going through the motions of lifting her spoon and pressing her quilled pen to the parchment paper.

It felt like there was a fog in her mind like the day after a banquet and too much wine. When her professor asked her again for the answer to a question he had repeated clearly a few times from the exasperated expression on his face, Cassandra decided the best thing to do was to excuse herself.

She clearly wasn't herself today. Perhaps she was coming down with something and this mental haze was the first symptom.

After an apologetic glance to her teacher he nodded in understanding and she packed her items up quickly. Scurrying down the hallways she rushed back to her room. Diving under her covers she called her maids to bring cool wet clothes for her forehead and a scented sleeping mask to calm her nerves. She drifted off into a strange restless sleep that had her gasping for breath yet again as she awoke.

At first the darkness of the room alarmed her but as she smelled the lavender and dazedly felt it on her face she realized it was just her sleeping mask. Relaxing she lifted the mask from her eyes and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight spilling in from the crack of her opened drapes.

Her eyes caught sight of another light. She turned her head towards the mirror and gasped. The star lined man was standing in front of the mirror. He seemed to be studying her room but as he didn't make any eye contact she assumed it just looked like he was studying her room. She knew he couldn't see her so why did she feel a tendril of fear curdle in her stomach pits as she looked at this majestic dark eyed and dark skinned man-like creature.

Cassandra couldn't take her eyes off the elf and his midnight blue skin. His eyes were like bottomless pits that studied into her very soul. Cassandra could feel thoughts float away as she kept looking at him. He brought up a strong hand to the mirror and began to draw some ancient rune. As he finished the last curving loop it began to glow and his eyes met Cassandra's. The blood in her veins froze as she met and locked with his gaze.

He smiled at her as she fell backwards onto her pillows in a dead faint.

Feverish dreams plagued Cassandra throughout the night. Giant faceless creatures ravished her endlessly. They tickled her breasts and caressed her thighs. A strange claw-like finger traced the outline of her pussy lips feeling the wet moisture there. The finger spread her further and further stretching her apart as pain and pleasure mingled into one.

She screamed herself awake only to plunge back into sleep as a new dream of pleasure overtook her. The sheet beneath her exposed pussy was sticky from her juices. As she turned again moaning and arching into her bed the male in the mirror watched her with hungry eyes.

He could smell her through the glass and she smelled sweet, pure and innocent. His mouth watered at the taste. He smirked as she moaned again the sounds of her pleasure like a choir of nymphs to his pointed ears. This spell would keep her on the edge of pleasure all night.

Sitting down in the chair he watched as she jolted awake again. Every time she was close to orgasm the spell would wake her up. He watched her eyes blearily half open and glazed with lust. She collapsed back onto the bed, throatily moaning as another round of pleasure took her again.

Watching this all night would be his pleasure. He wished he could taste her but for now this would do.

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Sunlight poured into Cassandra's room as she flinched away from the brightness of the morning day. It was him in the mirror that caught her attention and caused her to focus. He was watching her and when their eyes met he smiled in wicked delight.

He begins to draw a rune on the mirror. He pointed to the rune and then to her. With a clear gesture of his hands as he flourished it he showed her that he wanted her to copy the rune onto her side of the mirror. She felt every hair on her arm rise and a chill pebble her skin with gooseflesh. She remembers stories about creatures caught in mirrors, dark elves hunting human females for pleasure slaves and worse...

She was a princess. She was an heir to a royal family.

She couldn't let herself be seduced by this creature in her mirror.

Averting her eyes she rose grabbing her sheet stained with her wetness from the night's endless torments. Throwing it over the mirror she looked away, not catching the smirk on his face as she covered the mirror up.

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Over the next few nights, Cassandra had started to sleep in her guard's room out of desperation. Normally it was not proper for any royalty, let alone the princess, to sleep in a guard's room unattended. And as she was still an unmarried woman she was aware that this was not taken lightly by the serving staff. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Besides, these guards were her nightly protectors and their room was just next door anyway. The separation helped her to feel at ease with the mirror in her room but the close proximity helped her to calm the panic that set when she felt herself getting too far away from it. She was still undecided about what to do with the mirror.

A sane part of her wanted to cast it away, wrap it in chains and let it sink to the ocean floor. But another part of her wanted to unmask the mirror once more and press her naked form to the glass as she finished tracing the rune he had drawn there. The rune, a clear vivid memory in her mind's eye. This fact made her fearfully confident that she could redraw it even if the shape had disappeared from his end. It was one night as she laid in the corner of the bedroom as the two guards chatted in bed about their day. Their mindless conversation was a gentle relief from the painful silence that kept her awake each night.

"Princess Cassandra," one of the guards said in a low respectful tone.

"We've noticed you haven't been sleeping well here m'lady. Is everything alright?" the other guard said in the same low tone.

"I do not wish to discuss this topic with either of you. Do not question me again," Cassandra snapped. She winced at her own tone but her head hurt so much and her eyes felt uncomfortably dry.

"We do not wish to offend our princess. We are merely worried," the first guard said.

"Perhaps there is something we can do to help take your mind off your troubles," the other guard said. At this he rose from the bed as Cassandra eyed him suspiciously. What could a lowly guard know about her troubles and how to ease them?

He brandished a golden flask from his pocket and offered it to her.

"We take a sip before night and all our troubles float away," the first guard said as the second one brought the flask closer to her arm's reach.

"And do you expect me to drink from the same spot which your lips touch?" Cassandra asked haughtily. Were these guards new? They did speak brazenly to her although she had been sleeping in their room for the past few days. Still, that did not give them the right to be so casual with her.

The first guard chuckled, "our apologies, princess."

"Come, I have some serving glasses in my room. We will take the nightcap there and return here to sleep," Cassandra said. Rising she strode from the bedroom as the guards followed her. They walked the short steps to her bedroom door and Cassandra took a seat by the window angling herself away from the covered mirror.

The first guard retrieved the set of glasses that were laid out on her bedside table and poured the amber liquid into three cups. He passed it to the second guard who presented it to her in a traditional kneeling stance.

Without looking Cassandra took the cup and then lifted it slightly to the others in a customary toast of her kingdom. The guards raised their glasses respectfully back and she drowned the liquid in one fire searing shot. As the alcohol burned down her throat and settled into the pits of her stomach she enjoyed how the fiery sensation settled. She turned to the guard to ask what it was that they were drinking and her eyes widened as she noticed their cups were still full.

They grinned down at her as her eyelids began to flutter and her head began to spin. She made to stand up but staggered to her knees. Moaning, she tried to raise her hands but felt them crumple to her sides.

"Look at our beautiful royal highness down on her knees for us," the first guard said. The cruel glee evident in his voice.

"Should we help her up or let her continue to crawl?" the second guard laughed.

Cassandra mustered her strength and concentration, she tried to rise again and swayed uncontrollably as she brought herself upright. The room was spinning uncontrollably. She could barely focus her eyes as she tried to think desperately what to do. She moved forward as hands began to grab and grope at her. She felt rough hands kneading at her breasts and smacking her rear. She stumbled again as laughter and swirling colors surrounded her.

Summoning all her strength she moved forward trying to find balance from the wall around her. Bodies pressed against her, hardness poking at her and hands freely roaming her but nobody was stopping her from moving. That's when the idea hit her. These idiotic guards were so confident in their elixir they weren't restraining her much, trusting it to restrain her enough that she couldn't really get away.

Leaning into the chaos she began to move randomly at times seeming to try to brush the hands away and at others to squirm out of reach. By now her blouse was down and rough hands were pinching her nipples. She gasped from the pain as she continued to flop away, inching closer and closer to it.

The one thing that would save her.

She finally felt the material of her bedsheet and gave it a tug revealing the elegantly embroidered mirror to the guards laughing delight.

"This horny bitch wants to watch herself?"

"Even better."

Now this would be the hard part. She remembered how the rune looked but with how disorientated her vision was, how would she be able to draw it correctly? Gasping she felt cold hands press against her now exposed sex.

"She's already wet."

The rough hands explored her core, spreading her apart and digging inside.

"She's so tight. I call for the first taste."

Cassandra knew it was now or never. She pressed a shaking finger to the glass and began to draw the shape. The moment her hand landed on the last line of the rune she felt something swiftly blow on her ear and then a soft but deep voice rang out.

"Look at what they have done to you, Princess Cassandra. Do you seek my help?"

This voice. It had to be... it was the man from the mirror. Dare she call that creature a man?

As if hearing her thoughts he chuckled.

"Yes, I can hear your thoughts. And I can respond to them. That's why I showed you that rune so we could communicate."

The baritone of his voice made Cassandra's skin crawl with desire and fear. His voice sent chills down to her pussy as the guards continued to suck and paw at her. She could feel her confusion thicken as her desire mounted and the intensity of the hands on her increased.

"Don't worry my lonely little princess. I am here to serve you," the creature said with a bow as his dark eyes continued to take her in.

Just a little more time and this sweet dumb spoiled princess would soon be all his.

"You must say that you accept my help, little princess. Once you accept it I can perform magick on your behalf," the creature said with a smile that didn't reach the pits of his eyes.

"I accept," Cassandra choked out.

At these words the dark elf's smile widened and with a snap of his fingers and some magick words the guards disintegrated into dried rose petals falling listlessly to the ground.

Cassandra pressed herself to the cool glass not noticing the elf's smirk as her large perky breasts smooshed against the surface enticingly. Closing her eyes she felt her senses begin to calm down as if the toxic liquid was slowly releasing its hold on her. As she opens her eyes she sees that he is pressed against the glass as if touching.. no, embracing her.

Noticing her eyes he smiled and said, "You belong to me now, little princess. No man, elf or any creature will ever touch you but me."

He gave the mirror a long lick before Cassandra tumbled back into a deep peaceful darkness.

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Cassandra awoke to find her half naked body still pressed to the mirror. Her dark haired creature was sitting and rose when she stirred. She caught his eye and as the memories flooded back to her she gasped and grabbing her royal robe she fled from the room in fear.

As she roamed the halls of her castle wandering from room to room seeking a distraction, but every time she blinked she saw his dark eyes staring back at her and every time the wind whistled or a chair creaked she heard his voice calling to her. And as she walked more and more she realized her treacherous legs were already taking her back to her room until suddenly she stood before the mirror once more and stared upon his smiling face. The whites of his teeth and eyes sent a shiver of fear down her spine and yet her body could only lean closer with desire.

He whispered in her ear every night as she slept. She could hear him as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep telling her how he had big plans for the world, how he envisioned them together side by side. She'd awake with a start from a fevered dream that felt so real as she jolted awake.

It was always the same dream that haunted her: she was lying in bed, naked and alone. It's a comfortable temperature so her nakedness didn't bother her. She felt a hand graze her foot and then trace circles up her legs moving closer and closer to her. Feather light fingers touched her hidden garden as she would moan and twist in growing desire. She could acutely feel her lips swell with pleasure as the firm but invisible hand continued to taunt and tease her flesh. With a wicked deliberate slowness the finger would start to part her lips teasing the skin apart and spreading her wetness around. It always felt so good as the pleasure began to build and just as she felt herself get close to a gentle release the hand would stop. As the feeling passed and her breathing calmed the hand would start moving again. Relentlessly she was teased over and over until just as she knew she could not possibly hold it anymore she felt the hand move quicker and quicker and just as she reached the beginning of her climax her eyes would bolt open and she'd catch him in the mirror standing there watching her.

He gets her to lewdly masturbate in front of the mirror so she shows him everything, she spreads herself for him as he bends to look inside her, licking his lips and smiling at her with a smile that never reaches his black eyes.

Cassandra becomes more and more obsessed with him. Craving to be around him more and more, abandoning everything her studies, her responsibilities, her friends until he shows her one more spell that helps him to be released. Cassandra is so brain washed by his charms she is willing to be anything for him- including a tool.

"It's time," he said simply.

"Time for what?" she asked.

He smiled at her and drew a rune. She knew what to do. It was what he'd been training her for some time. Taking a knife she sliced her tender flesh at the tip of her pointer finger and copied the rune's outline. As she drew the last curve the rune on both sides of the mirror began to glow. She and her dark eyed lover pressed their hands to the mirror and the faint light began to hum with a vibration that was high and piercing. The vibration continued to soar to a higher and higher pitch making Cassandra wince in pain. She wanted to cover her ears to block the sound but her hand was glued to the mirror unable to be removed.

A loud shattering sound erupted as the mirror splintered and cracked from the points of their hands. As the pieces of the mirror began to drop to the ground and turn into mist, a portal appeared in its place and for the first time Cassandra could see the creature before her in his true form and glory.

His unearthly beauty made her weep and his dark eyes held no joy or kindness. She fell to her knees as he stepped through the portal and before her was the unmistakable bulge of his desire. She pulled at his undergarments to reveal his member throbbing and hard. Reverently she wrapped her hands around it as if she were praying and she gave the tip a cautious lick. The wetness of his tip was like dew and she moaned as she encased him in her wet warm mouth.

It was her first time taking a man here and she marveled at the size. The hard tip reached the back of her throat and she gagged slightly at the pressure. Relaxing herself she lowered her jaw to lap underneath his shaft running her tongue up and down only to bring her mouth to the tip and sucking at it passionately. Hallowing her cheeks she began to take deep up and down movements encompassing his dick to hit at the back of her throat. She sucked at a steady but increasing pace pausing every now and then to nip playfully at his leaking tip. As she began to bob her head forward in a vigorous motion she felt his dick somehow get even harder, sterner. And just when she thought she couldn't keep the pace anymore a hot sticky liquid gushed out coating her mouth in the thick rich taste.

Her eyes rolled backwards and as she swallowed it all the liquid burned down her throat like a shot of strong distilled liquor.

"What a good and devoted princess. Your service has been most appreciated because with your acceptance of my semen you have released me from this prison and tethered me to your world. As long as you are by my side, I can explore this world and command its elements as if it were my own. Now come here my sweet little princess, I wish for more."

She fell to his side as her flushed body laid against the chill of his skin. He was stone cold to the touch despite the warmth of his liquid that burned through her body as it settled and pooled in her stomach. His hand cupped her lower lips and smiled at the moisture he found there.

"I'm pleased," he whispered in her ear.

She shivered at the cold and the words. He parted her lips as he rubbed there with his knuckle. He slid it up and down pausing to wiggle it inside her. He felt her virginity and brought his mouth to her ear. She started as he gave it a stern nip and then moaned as he licked it possessively.

His nails were long with a pointed tip and it was with this sharp end that he began to prickle and poke at her most sensitive spot. She gasped and moaned at the sensation. Quickening his pace he began to stroke at it, piercing it ever so slight lightly as he moved it back and forth with a pointed force. The feeling was delicious. Cassandra arched her back in pleasure as she sank deeper into the blissful sensations. She cried out as he pricked at it and begged him as he smoothed it back between his knuckle.

The pleasure began to build and just as she felt she could bear it no longer he pressed his cold lips to hers and she bit down on his lip as she shuddered out her release.

He brought his finger to hers and seeing her dazed bemused expression he pushed them into her mouth. She marveled at the unexpected sweet tart taste and understanding what he wanted she began to suck his finger clean. When he was satisfied with her ministering he pulled his hand away. He looked down at her blushed and sweat kissed body admiring the lush curve of her hips and her flat navel trailing pearly smooth skin down to a tuft of curls neatly shaved center. Her long locks clung to the nape of her neck and her breasts felt heavy with an ache she couldn't quite describe. He spread her legs and positioned his hips to hers.

It was at the same time that he entered did she understand what he intended to do. He plunged into her wetness and they both exclaimed. Her body twitched at the sudden fullness as her pussy tried to accommodate the sudden length that pressed inwards. He wrapped his arm around her back pressing her breasts to his cold bare chest. His other hand firmly grabbed her hips as he rocked his hips beneath her. She cried out as pain and pleasure mingled together as his body moved steadily forwards. As she grew more comfortable with the position she felt another feeling began to grow.

Noticing the change in her cries, he smiled again though his eyes showed a coldness that chilled her more than his skin. His smile changed to a smirk as he laid back and crossed his arms behind his head. He gave her a thrust and nodded his head upwards as if to say: show me what you want.

She began to roll her hips towards him moaning as the wet exposed skin brushed against her sensitive and tender clit. She felt so full. Excited, she began to grind her hips more against him, moaning out her pleasure as she gripped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his impenetrable skin and she recoiled slightly at the pressure. Overcome with his own desire, he gripped her hips, possessively rolling them back and forth as he raised himself to meet her. She moaned out her approval, tilting her head backwards so she could bear her shapely breast towards his gaze. Their bodies intertwined and Cassandra didn't know where she ended and he started.

Admiring the view, he gripped her hips with one hand guiding them in a steady, building rhythm and in the other he rolled her pert nipples between his sharp pointed nails. He squeezed sharply eliciting a sharp gasp from her bemused face. The pleasure began to build and with a shriek Cassandra felt her body clench and then relax. A flood of release gushed forward as sticky wet juices dripped down from her inner flesh. She could feel how hard he was still inside her and her body sagged slightly,

The orgasm continued to flutter through her as a second round of fluids gushed and pooled beneath her onto his belly. Unexpectedly, She felt the burn of his own release sear through her inside but it did not hurt. It felt comforting and with her legs she hugged his body closer.

She smiled at him.

She loved him so much.

He looked at the besotted princess and smiled a cold, cruel smile back.

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I have taken over this kingdom in mere days.

With a royal army and their daughter, the now queen of the lands by my side, the conquering of the east was a simple matter. My incantations ensured our victory and the world fell to its knees for me. I had almost expected it to be harder with the previous magicians having trapped me in my prison. But times of peace made idle men lazy and as generation after generation had passed I had become but a distant myth.

Now the same guild which had imprisoned me centuries ago served me hand and foot. It was only luck that a princess with a pure heart had found my mirror. I smiled down at my little wife, her lips as pink as the day I had met her. She was wrapped around my dick lapping at it with an eagerness that I enjoyed. She moaned out her desire, craving the fiery taste of my semen.

I cupped her hollowed cheek and she relaxed her jaw more to let me thrust against the back of her throat. At this sight I roared my release and she shook at the force of it. I watched as she gulped down every drop and licked her lips in a sensuous manner. As she raised herself I could see her swollen belly and my desire for her kept me hard. I flipped her around and admired her from the rear.

Entering into her familiar warm flesh I enjoyed the familiar clamp of her pussy on my aching member. Finding a steady rhythm I pounded into her and gave her ass a sharp slap. She cried out her agreement and lowered herself down to the floor offering her second sinful hole. Without a second to waste I pulled out from her to enter her tight and tainted hole. Speaking words of magick, I feel myself as the flesh grows and the appendage begins to form. With my second pair I dive into her open waiting pussy and her ass at the same time. Her breath hilts as I sink fully into her silky flesh. The sensation is enjoyable for me but deeply over stimulating for her. She arches her back, her face and cheeks red with use, and cries out again.

Her screams commonly ring in the hallways and my eyes flashed, relishing the thought. Her orgasms stimulated my power and strengthened my hold over her and her kingdom. Drunk with power and enjoying the smooth lithe body atop of me I set a steady rhythm pounding in and out of her. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure and I noticed, smirking with growing satisfaction, that her tongue lolled out. She was my perfect, obedient, sex princess. I grunted my release at the thought and she shuddered above me crying out her orgasm at the feel of my hot semen seared through her.

She collapsed on top of me, cradling my head between her dew stained breasts. Holding me close I could feel how her body continued to crave me.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I know," I said back, smiling at her sex face with its dreamy eyed expression flashing in her lightning bright green eyes.

/ Cassandra's Mirror End /