Irie was barely herself now, a quivering vision of raw desire clinging to Aiden like a fevered ghost.
Her nude body pressed against him, slick with sweat, her silver hair cascading in damp, shimmering strands over her flushed shoulders, catching the room's purple-rose glow like molten starlight.
Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples taut and glistening, grazing his bare chest as she twitched, every movement a lewd echo of the mirror's relentless fantasy.
Her lips parted, murmuring broken, filthy words—hidden desires spilling from her soul as the Lustflow Transference deepened.
"I want you to push me down… use your voice… don't stop, even when I beg—" Her voice was a desperate, husky plea, her violet eyes glassy with need, pupils dilated and uneven.
"Irie," Aiden whispered, swallowing hard, his cock throbbing painfully, glistening with ritual oil, exposed to the humid air of the room, the golden Lust Thread amplifying every pulse.
"Are you hearing yourself?"
"I don't care," she gasped, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, her hot breath teasing his skin.
Her thighs parted wider, her slick folds glistening as her fingers grazed her clit, trembling with unfulfilled lust.
"Don't let me pretend anymore."
In the obsidian mirror, her fantasy-self was a vision of unrestrained debauchery.
Mirror-Irie, her silver hair wild and tangled, straddled mirror-Aiden on an endless white bed, her body glistening with sweat and arousal.
Her full breasts bounced with each roll of her hips, her thighs quivering as she ground her dripping pussy against mirror-Aiden's lap, slow and, then faster, wilder, a girl unshackled from shame.
Her reflection's lips parted in a silent moan, whispering filthy promises into mirror-Aiden's ear before shoving him down, mounting him with a desperate, lewd rhythm that made her ass ripple with each thrust.
Aiden felt it in his spine—a visceral thud, each bounce of mirror-Irie's hips pulsing through him like a second heartbeat, his cock straining, leaking precum into his shorts.
The golden Lust Thread bridging their bodies tightened, coiling from Irie's navel to his core, every twitch of her slick thighs mirrored in his own trembling muscles.
Selene watched with icy intensity, her gloved fingers tightening around her glowing sigil, the air crackling with her Lustcraft spell.
"If you let go now, you'll both fry," she snapped, her voice sharp but laced with a dark thrill. "Guide her fantasy, virgin. Control it."
Aiden locked eyes with Irie, her violet gaze burning with submission, her lips glossy and parted, a bead of sweat tracing the curve of her neck to her collarbone, pooling between her heaving breasts.
His Purity Eye pulsed, gold flooding his vision, amplifying every lewd detail—her flushed, creamy skin, the way her thighs clenched, the slick sheen coating her fingers as they teased her swollen clit.
"You want me to use my voice?" he asked, his voice low, shaking but edged with newfound resolve.
She nodded, her body trembling, her pussy visibly pulsing with need. "Please."
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her sweat-damp skin, sending a shiver through her. "Hands behind your back. Now."
Her breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Her hands snapped into position, fingers interlocking behind her back, her breasts thrusting forward, nipples hard and begging for touch.
The movement made her thighs part wider, exposing her dripping folds, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating.
"Eyes on the mirror," Aiden commanded, his voice steadier, his cock throbbing as he felt the thread tighten.
Irie obeyed, her gaze flicking to the Reflection Construct, where mirror-Irie's lewd performance intensified.
Her reflection moaned the instant the real Irie did, hips bucking forward, grinding her slick pussy against the air with desperate, obscene urgency, her ass quivering, her silver hair whipping as she tossed her head back in ecstasy.
Aiden's Eye widened, struggling to process the flood of sensation—her rhythm, her breath, the way her thighs trembled when he leaned closer and growled, "You're a good girl, Irie."
She gasped, her body convulsing, her clit visibly throbbing as a fresh wave of slick coated her inner thighs.
"Again," she begged, her voice a needy moan, her hips rocking instinctively toward him.
He gripped her wrist, his fingers rough against her soft, trembling skin, the golden thread flaring at the contact.
"You're my good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal, each word a tether to her fantasy.
Irie's eyes fluttered, her body arching, a high-pitched moan ripping from her throat as her pussy clenched visibly, dripping with need.
The mirror's image blazed, mirror-Irie and mirror-Aiden writhing in perfect sync, their bodies a molten gold wildfire, each real shudder mirrored in their reflections, heartbeat to heartbeat, pulse to pulse.
Aiden's own body responded, his cock leaking, his hips twitching as if fucking her in the mirror's fantasy, every moan from Irie sending a jolt through his core.
His Purity Eye burned like a furnace, gold threads threatening to overwhelm him, the ritual's intensity pushing him to the edge.
Selene chanted a binding incantation, her voice a low, sultry cadence, her golden sigil circling them like a shimmering cage of desire.
"Come with her," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with predatory approval. "Or the sync will fracture."
"I can't just—" Aiden stammered, his face flushed, his erection aching, sweat mingling with the ritual oil on his skin.
"Moan, Aiden," Selene hissed, her gloved hand grazing his shoulder, sending a spark of Lustfire through him.
Aiden closed his eyes, surrendering to the heat coiling in his gut, and let out a raw, guttural moan, his voice melding with Irie's as she pressed her sweat-slick body against his shoulder, her lips grazing his neck, her moan a desperate, lewd cry that vibrated through his bones.
The Lust Thread glowed white-hot, a blinding pulse that shook the room.
The mirror shuddered, its obsidian frame rattling violently, the hum rising to a fevered scream.
Selene's eyes snapped wide, her sigil flickering.
"…Shit."