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A Wizard's War - 16. Through the Mirror
This story will contain graphic sexual content, including some aspects of coercion.
This story takes place in a fantasy setting, often featuring creatures and characters that are not entirely human.
“Do you know what we are talking about, or not?” Yidian asked in frustration.
“I told you I know the way,” the tiny flying woman with butterfly wings answered, “But a few more coins might make it easier.”
“How about you show us the way and we won’t pluck each of your wings off one at a time.”
“So testy…” the fairy recoiled. She had introduced herself as Tulip, when Yidian had first solicited her services as a guide in Volox Ofoon. A decision they were quickly regretting.
Volox Ofoon was a mystical town hidden behind a magical shroud and very few humans ventured there unless manipulated or lured there by some mischievous fae. The entire town was, for lack of a better description, wacky. Houses were built with the wider sections at the top rather than the bottom and had to be supported by countless pillars. Some homes and businesses were just formed out of dirt mounds. The fairies were constantly playing tricks and games, so there were random items just cluttering the streets: flowers, hats, horseshoes, knives, bits of paper, rope…etcetera. Vendors would sell things for gold to one customer and then demand the fingernail clippings of your first born for the next customer. Above all else, Yidian despised fairies.
The other problem were the countless small fountains and pools that had been constructed all around Volox Ofoon. Yidian knew the purpose was to hide their many portals to different realms and dimensions, but they were interested in one pool in particular. Reaching the town had been their first difficult task, because Yidian was constantly needing to feed. Sustaining a lifeless corpse required far more energy than a living host. The travelers on the way to Volox Ofoon were few and far between, and they had to resort to sacrificing small animals and consuming the hearts as a means of scraping by.
As Tulip continued to try Yidian’s patience, they considered plucking out her heart and eating it just for a bit of fun. But the taste of a disgusting, bitter fairy was not worth the effort.
“Either you know where the Pool of Tears is, or you do not,” Yidian pressed.
“It’s not far,” Tulip smiled, “this way!”
Before long, Tulip led Yidian to a courtyard filled with small ornamental trees and flowering plants. In the center of the courtyard was a bubbling hot spring in which three stout gnomes of various ages were bathing. Yidian looked around and knew immediately this was not what they were seeking.
“What is the meaning of this?” Yidian turned to Tulip in rage and Tulip gave them a hard shove with magic. To make sure they toppled over into the water a slender woman made of dripping water and moss rose out of the pool and dragged them down. The naiad was deceptively strong for her slender build, and she pulled the thrashing Yidian down into the hot water. The naiad coaxed the water to fill Simon’s useless lungs as she breathed water into him. Death would have been swift, if Yidian still required such things to live.
The woman’s face looming through the bubbling water turned to shock when Yidian wrapped their hands around her neck and began to squeeze. If she did not release them, Yidian would surely snap her neck. The naiad thought better of her normal course of action, since she could see the man was not drowning. She released Yidian and they rewarded her by snapping her neck anyway. When Yidian came sputtering and coughing up out of water they hurled the lifeless body of the naiad into the plants nearby, where she crumpled and turned to a viscous puddle. Tulip had used the distraction to fly away. The hot spring immediately stopped bubbling and some of the surrounding plant life began to turn brown before their very eyes.
“Hey chap!” exclaimed one of the gnomes, “You just ruined our favorite hot spring!”
“Fuck off,” Yidian barked as they coughed more water from the burning lungs.
“What’d you just say to me, chap?”
“Leave it be, Jorjin,” Yidian now turned to see the eldest gnome placing a reassuring hand on the one standing up. Jorjin, as he was called, was red-faced as he glared at Yidian. The little creature had a muscular physique, but a bit of a pudgy gut. Braided red hair and beard framed his outraged, squat face and quite a lot of red hair trailed down to the creature’s surprisingly large penis.
“You are endowed much like the average human man,” Yidian observed, “That surprises me.”
Jorjin suddenly realized his nakedness and slipped back down into the pool where Yidian could not see.
“Maybe we could make up for ruining your favorite bathing spot,” Yidian proceeded, “It may be mutually beneficial.”
“We want nothing from you, demon,” the older gnome answered. Yidian now studied the white-haired gnome who sat casually at the farthest edge of the pool. He also had an ornate braid in his beard, but his hair had been cropped short. Many beads and shells decorated the white mane. The third gnome was bald, but the hair on his chest was red, much like Jorjin. This last gnome also sported a gold loop piercing around the upper helix of his pointy ear.
“You haven’t even heard our offer,” Yidian said coolly, “You shouldn’t be so quick to judge.”
“I have no interest in ending up like that naiad over there,” the older gnome answered.
“If we have the seed from all three of you,” Yidian continued anyway, “there should be enough to repair the damage this body has suffered. You all can carry on with your day. But… if we must take only one of you, we may have to take it all.”
“Our seed?” the bald one asked in confusion.
“He wishes us to rut with him,” Jorjin snorted out disgusted laughter.
“All or one,” Yidian nodded, “the choice is yours.”
“I am Calben,” the older gnome finally spoke with a determined expression, “These are my sons, Jorjin and Jorim. I will give myself to you if you let them live.”
“By Raigar’s beard, you certainly will not!” shouted Jorjin. Jorim just looked utterly confused.
“Please, son,” Calben offered calmly, “I am old and I could not allow you to be tainted by such a beast as this.”
“I say if he thinks he can handle it,” Jorjin rose from the water again, “We teach this chap a lesson.”
Yidian felt Simon’s dick twitch with excitement as they saw Jorjin was now semi-erect. Few could resist the sexual pull of this vessel. Yidian knew Simon had lured in Bronn during their first meeting without even knowing what he was doing.
“That’s exactly what it wants,” Calben cautioned.
“Let’s teach this boy not to fuck with gnomes,” Jorjin looked to his brother, Jorim. Jorim hesitated and then stood next to his brother. Jorim didn’t seem to have much going on upstairs, but there was quite a lot downstairs, and he was fully erect as he looked Simon’s body up and down.
Yidian began to disrobe and as Simon’s muscular, tight body was exposed the sexual tension grew more and more palpable as Jorjin and Jorim stroked their throbbing erections. Calben was unmoved and he rolled his eyes at his idiot sons.
“It will have to be all three to have enough seed,” Yidian spoke as they knelt before Jorjin and swallowed the stiff cock down their throat. Jorim was greedy and began slapping his dick against Yidian’s face, so Yidian expertly moved from cock to cock swallowing them. In his eagerness, Jorim grabbed Yidian by the ears during his turn and began face fucking him hard. Jorim lasted only a moment before shooting hot seed into Yidian’s eager throat. The demon consumed the seed and felt the energy rush through them.
“Already?” Jorjin huffed, “We were supposed to teach him a lesson.”
“Just give me a little bit,” Jorim shrugged as Yidian began sucking Jorjin again. Jorim moved to the edge of the pool and slowly stroked his deflating shaft.
“Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson myself, chap,” Jorjin roughly grabbed at Simon’s muscular ass and let his stubby little fingers fill the hole. Yidian locked eyes with Calben while his son fingered their hole. Calben was taking in the scene with a look of disgust.
“Come up out of the water, old man,” Yidian teased, “I bet we’ll see just how much you are enjoying this.”
Hesitant, but obediently, Calben lifted himself out of the pool and sat along the outer edge. Yidian moved in and swallowed the older man’s fully erect cock. Calben let out a satisfied moan despite his best efforts to hold it in. Jorjin was on Yidian’s tight ass, filling it with his hard gnome cock. And Jorjin tried his best to punish Yidian, exactly as promised. His small body was smashing hard against Yidian and their bodies slapped together. Yidian grunted in pleasure as they sucked on Calben and were filled from both ends.
“See, I’m ready again,” Jorim chimed in after a time and he was standing near his brother as he watched the brutal pounding.
“Good,” Jorjin smacked at Yidian’s ass, “Now we can really punish this filthy chap.”
Jorjin pulled out of Yidian’s hole and smacked the muscular ass again. He instructed his brother to sit along the edge of the pool.
“Ride Jorim’s cock, boy.”
Yidian moved away from Calben and straddled the well-endowed Jorim as instructed. They descended and let the big dick fill them as Jorim’s eyes rolled in pure delight. The dumb gnome even laughed a little as Yidian began to ride up and down on that great shaft.
“It’s the best I’ve ever had, brother,” Jorim was all smiles.
“That’s nice,” Jorjin growled, “but we want him to feel it!”
Jorjin gripped hard onto Yidian’s hips and began pushing down and pulling up, forcing them to take Jorim’s big dick harder and faster. Jorim groaned and as he caught on, began thrusting up inside in rhythm with each downward plunge. Soon Yidian was bouncing wildly on Jorim’s cock, coming almost all the way off before slamming all the way back inside. Simon’s body was ejaculating uncontrollably across Jorim’s hariy chest with each downward slam.
Calben was overcome with lust and had to join in the fun. He stood over Jorim and inserted his cock into Yidian’s mouth, and down their throat continued to face fuck them. Yidian was lost in a world of pleasure and that’s when Jorjin decided to double that pleasure. The second brother, greedily began pushing his way inside of their hole, filling them completely with both cocks. Jorim was groaning and bucking as he felt the intense tightness around his cock.
“Take it, boy,” Jorjin whispered in Yidian’s ear, “This is what you wanted.”
Yidian did just that, they rode with wild need as they bounced on Jorim’s cock and Jorjin simultaneously began thrusting hard and fast inside. Calben was not even allowing Yidian a moment to breathe, so it was a good thing they didn’t need to. Roughly, Yidian took the gnome cocks in both ends as they fed on each other’s sexual need and lust. Each wanting to “out fuck” the other, to be the one that finally broke this eager young human. But Yidian knew Simon wouldn’t break, only become stronger because of their seed.
Calben came first, firing his hot load down Yidian’s throat, and the demon lapped it up before carefully cleaning the shaft with their tongue. The older man’s head tilted back and up to the sky as he groaned in post-release bliss. Then Jorim and Jorjin ejaculated at the same time, filling Yidian’s hole with copious amounts of hot seed. Yidian urged them to stay inside a moment as they let the power fill them and absorb into them.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Yidian smirked as they all sank back down into the placid water with satisfied smiles on their faces.
“You are a scourge upon the land,” Calben panted. Yidian ignored him and began to dress in Simon’s soaking wet clothes.
“Oh, one last thing,” Yidian turned back, “which way to the Pool of Tears?”
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As the door closed behind him, Simon looked around at the small farmhouse that he knew so well. The Lorall home was cozy, and it must have been a slightly chilly evening outside, because there was a fire burning hot in the fireplace.
“Welcome home, son,” Henry Lorall spoke from the place he was standing by the dining table. Henry had constructed the sturdy table and chairs himself and Simon fondly recalled being a very young boy trying to help his father. He could hold the hammer or sort through nails.
“We’re so glad you are here,” Anna Lorall emerged seemingly from behind Henry, and she began pouring cups of tea for each of them. Simon didn’t recall the cups being on the table before, but they were there now. Simon was smiling as he moved to the table and sat down with them. They seemed to wait and sat in unison with him. They were happy, or at least smiling, but the joy did not touch their eyes. Their eyes seemed vacant.
Simon’s hands trembled as the cup halted just before his pursed lips. He wanted to taste the warm, comforting liquid, but he was suddenly terrified.
“It was the tea,” Simon’s mind thought wildly. The tea was poison.
Even though his parents drank happily, Simon had to set the cup back down or risk spilling it everywhere with his shaking hands.
“You look well today, Mother,” Simon commented. Usually, even on a good day, Anna was riddled with weariness from her constant, debilitating illness. Simon noticed none of the telltale signs.
“I am always well, now,” Anna smiled warmly, “The pains of life are long gone.”
“And the fields always yield a bountiful crop!” Henry was giddier than Simon had ever seen the man in his entire life.
“Oh!” Simon nodded nervously, “That’s wonderful!”
“Why didn’t you want to see us, son?” Anna suddenly asked.
“We’ve been waiting so long,” Henry also added painfully, but they both kept their eerie pasted-on smiles.
“I don’t…” Simon couldn’t even recall where he’d been before walking into the house, “I don’t remember.”
“Well, you’re here now,” Anna rubbed his shoulder lovingly.
“With such a bountiful harvest,” Simon considered, “We won’t have to give so much away to the Hawthorns.”
“The Hawthorns?” Henry seemed totally lost, “Why would we give them anything?”
“I was going to marry Ellina,” Simon couldn’t believe they didn’t remember, “To try and save the family farm.”
“Oh, right, dear!” Anna nodded and then with a little edge in her voice directed at Henry, “You remember too, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Henry flashed a big smile in Simon’s direction. Simon had an unsettled feeling, the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end.
The tea is poison. Those smiles were poison. The whole place was poison.
A light suddenly appeared, shining into Simon’s eyes. As he raised a hand to subdue the glare, he realized there was moonlight glinting off a mirror at the back of the house. Simon’s mother turned and glanced behind her at the mirror.
“Don’t mind that old thing,” Anna waved a hand as she got up and replaced a cloth over the surface of the mirror. Simon saw something that was not quite right, but at first couldn’t understand it. With the mirror obscured from view behind the fabric again, Simon felt more at ease.
Unexpected, there came a knock at the door. Henry went to let the newcomer inside.
Simon watched as the mayor, Bronn Hawthorn, strode into the room and shook hands warmly with Henry. Both men talked jovially and then walked over to join the others at the table. Simon was confused by the entire exchange, since he knew they were not friendly before. But he also felt relieved somehow seeing Bronn there, happy and smiling. Like some weight was lifted and he could just let go and enjoy the moment.
“Simon was just saying how he’d like to marry your daughter, Ellina,” Henry suddenly blurted out and Simon felt himself flush with embarrassment. That is not exactly what he had said.
“Really?” Bronn looked curiously at Simon, “Or did he mean to say he’d like to marry my son, Amos?”
Simon could definitely feel his face turning red now.
“In either case,” Bronn clapped Simon on the back, “We’d be happy to have you join our happy family.”
“This isn’t right,” Simon whispered under his breath and at the same moment the fabric slipped free from the mirror again. Simon could see the moonlight shining out from its silvery surface. He suddenly realized the problem, the unreality of his mother replacing the cloth, she had no reflection in the mirror. The cloth had slid up over, but her arm, her face, nothing had appeared in the mirror.
Simon suddenly sensed that the happy conversation had died around him, and all three adults were staring intently at the mirror.
“Is everything ok?” Simon asked nervously as he realized no one was smiling any longer.
“I thought you’d be happy here,” Anna whined.
“I thought we’d tend the fields together,” Henry whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
“I thought you’d rather not have murdered me,” Bronn rasped as he became a corpse before Simon’s eyes. Simon suddenly saw the same dead body he had been standing over that terrible morning. In alarm and horror, Simon jumped out of his chair and sent it toppling over behind him, just before his parents burst into flames. Simon screamed in horror as the entire room began to grow hotter and the flames spread outward from his burning parents.
“I have to get out!” Simon thought, but his first means of escape was not logically back through the front door, he looked to the mirror at the back of the house. He ran to it and soon saw himself looking back through the silvery surface. Beyond his reflection, he didn’t see the burning room behind him, instead he was looking at a stone courtyard with many pillars and a large moon in the night sky above. Simon looked behind to see if the horror scene had changed and indeed there were no longer flames or any sign of his family. There was just the silent house in which he had grown up.
“Thank the gods,” he whispered. His attention was drawn back to the mirror where his own reflection was reaching out toward him. The silvery surface of the mirror bubbled and roiled as the hand passed through. Soon a silvery form stepped out of the mirror and Simon reeled back several paces until he bumped into the table there. The quicksilver form began to take human shape, its features exactly mimicking and replicating Simon in every way.
“We were beginning to think you wouldn’t show,” mirror Simon spoke, “but you are as resilient as we anticipated.”
“I don’t understand,” Simon looked nervously at the replicant before him.
“You will,” mirror Simon replied, “but there is not much time. You must fuck us.”
“Whaaa?” Simon was shocked, but the mirror creature was upon him, unfastening his trousers and then swallowing his dick. Simon’s arousal came fast and almost without his permission, his body responding physically before his brain could comprehend. It was as if the mirror version of himself was sapping him of his free will. His mind was lost in the lust and the need to please this other version.
When Simon’s dick was sufficiently hard and wet, the mirror Simon got on all fours in front of him and begged him to fuck. Simon had never wanted anything more and he penetrated the mirror Simon’s tight hole. It was not warm as Simon had expected, instead it was cold and lifeless just like the mirror itself. As if he had slipped inside that mysterious quicksilver shape that had first emerged. Simon wanted to pull out, but the mirror ass clamped down around his dick and would not let him go.
Simon bucked and thrust with wild uncontrolled lust, and he began to feel his seed flood the mirror Simon, but they didn’t stop. Mirror Simon continued to push up against Simon, slamming his ass back onto Simon’s spent dick with such intense pressure. Soon Simon was ejaculating again and with it he felt a little bit weaker and a little bit farther away. Piece by piece, mirror Simon drew Simon’s soul inside until they were one being.
Simon came flying out of the water, coughing the burning liquid out of his lungs. He clambered to the edge of the small pool and lay gasping for a long time, purging his lungs of water. He rolled over on his back and stared up at the moon overhead in the starry sky.
“Welcome back,” Yidian spoke in his mind.
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Be yourself and stay safe out there!
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