“Perfectly so.”
Aggie strokes her fingers across my cheek, dancing across the glass, so close, yet so far. “You have to say that though, don’t you? You don’t exactly date.”
With a sizzle of energy, I’m back to my own form, glowering and drawing myself up to my full height. “Do you think so little of my charms? I’ve had dozens of women to compare you to—daughters of noble houses, busty little serving maids, hardworking, lonely wives... A thousand years have passed, and the only time I’ve called a woman elegant or sensual... or the empress of my heart is right now. With you.”
She melts, starting with her smile and following with the tears in her soft, shining eyes.
“I could be lying to you, of course—but that wouldn’t get me anywhere new. I’ve already sampled this luscious body,” I pointout, melting back to a twin of Agatha’s body, running my hands over naked breasts, plucking her hard nipples as she watches, squirming.
“Come out here if you’re going to do that! Horny phantasm.”
I smile as long curling horns sprout from my scalp, shimmering in dark, lustrous waves. “You look like Ishtar, now, a goddess and an empress.”
“Not horny like that. Amorous. Wanting to make love again. Come here.” Aggie beckons me with a come-hither look and curling finger.
She could coax the salt from the sea—but I’m too weak to obey.
“Tomorrow, my darling. Tonight, I’m too spent. Too weak. Spending almost half a day out of my realm drained me.” I press my fingertips through the glass, and they remain there. My arm is too weak to follow them out. “You see now why my strength is in my words, my mental games.”
“I don’t know about that,” Aggie proceeds to strip out of her suit and step out of her heels, her tongue gliding over her lower lip as her eyes smolder on mine. “I felt all those muscles. Not just your chest, but other muscles. The ones wrapping around my legs—pulling them open...”
“Don’t torture me... even if I deserve it,” I plead.
“I’m not torturing you. I’m helping us both.”
It’s my turn to gasp and flush as my seemingly shy Agatha turns into a siren, baring every inch and perching on the edge of her bed. In seconds, I follow suit, floating instead of perching, but my cock now in my hand, full and hard. “I can’t penetrate the mirror, but I’m dreaming of penetrating that tight little pussy of yours again,” I grunt between gritted teeth.
“You mean this tight little pussy?” Agatha makes herself a backrest of pillows and spreads her knees, showing me her glistening folds.
“That’s not the part I was thinking of, beautiful though it might be.” My fist tightens as my cock grows and swells, forcing my fingers to spread to accommodate it.
“Oh, you meanthis?” Aggie leans back further, two fingers sliding up and down her olive outer lips, spreading and pressing in and apart to reveal the pearly pink within.
“That,” I agree, the word a lustful snarl.
“I thought about you all day. Every time I sat, I felt the pull. You stretched me so much. Amazing that—” Agatha looks right at me and pushes two fingers into her hole, taking them until her knuckles rest against her opening— “I’m still so tight. See how my pussy closes right around my fingers? I bet you’d like that to be your cock, wouldn't you, Lucius?”
“Tomorrow night it will be.”
“Tomorrow I have book club,” she says with a saucy smile, fingering herself slowly.
“When you return,” I growl.
“Maybe.” Her fingers move faster.
My little minx enjoys our verbal taunting.
Well, so do I. I rise up in the mirror and show just how thick and heavy my cock hangs, my phallic tentacle seeking her heat. “Maybe? No, there’s no doubt. Tomorrow night you’ll beg for my cock to push inside of you and split you open, filling you until you can’t hold another inch. Just like last night.”
“Lucius...” Her hand continues to stroke, harder and faster. I can hear the wetness on each thrust.
“Another finger, love. You can take more than two.” I press my cock to the mirror, letting her see the beads of pre-cum already dotting the crown.
Aggie stops trying to speak and just falls back, one hand cupping her breast as she works a third finger inside of her dripping slit.
“When I’m out with you tomorrow night, my tongue is going to chase each of those little streams. Salty sweet honey, just going to waste...” I sigh and work my hand up and down faster, matching the pace of her frantic wrist. “I think you like putting on a show, empress. A reward for your faithful legions.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe it’s just for you... my mirror in so many ways.”
