Chapter 17: The Mirror Maidens
Riven stood before the Moonspire Temple, deep within the hills of Elvaria, where the mists swirled with whispers and heat. He had been summoned—not by letter or word, but by a dream. A dream of two voices, two moans in unison, two hands reaching for him.
And now they stood before him.
Aelira and Vaela — the Mirror Maidens.
Identical in every curve, but with subtle differences:
Aelira, with silver hair that shimmered like frost;
Vaela, with raven locks that curled like smoke.
Their bodies were soft, supple, flawless. Their skin glowed like the moonlight. They moved as one—breathing together, walking in unison—but their eyes burned with individual hunger.
> "We are two halves of one desire," Aelira whispered.
> "And we want you whole," Vaela added, her hand already sliding across Riven's chest.
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He was undressed by both—four hands, patient and precise, caressing every inch of him.
Aelira pulled him into a kiss, soft and hungry, while Vaela sank to her knees and began to lick his cock with reverence. Her tongue was slow, tracing the underside, swirling around the head before taking him in, her moan sending vibrations through his shaft.
He gasped into Aelira's mouth, her breasts pressing into his chest, nipples already hard. Her hands tangled in his hair as her twin pleasured him below.
> "Do you feel how much we want you?" Aelira breathed against his lips.
> "Let us share you," Vaela purred between licks.
Riven could barely think—caught between the heat of Aelira's kiss and the wet worship of Vaela's mouth.
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Then they moved in perfect choreography.
Aelira lay back on the silk-draped altar, legs parted in offering.
> "Take me first," she whispered. "Let her taste you while you're inside me."
Riven positioned himself over her, guiding his cock into her slick heat. She gasped as he filled her, her body wrapping around his with desperate need. Her pussy was tight, soft, gripping him in waves.
As he began to thrust, Vaela climbed beside them, kissing his neck, his jaw, then his lips—licking the taste of her sister's body from his mouth.
> "Harder," Aelira moaned beneath him.
> "Deeper," Vaela echoed, straddling his chest, her dripping wetness brushing his skin.
He fucked Aelira harder, his body slamming into hers with growing rhythm, her cries echoing in the chamber. Meanwhile, Vaela rubbed herself against him, her breasts pressing into his face, her moans mixing with Aelira's in perfect harmony.
It was a symphony of sensation—one twin kissing, the other fucked, both lost in each other's pleasure and in his.
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Then they switched.
Vaela lay back, legs wide, beckoning.
> "Now me," she demanded. "Let her kiss you as I take you."
Riven didn't hesitate—sliding out of Aelira and pushing into Vaela's tight, hot depths. She gasped and pulled him deeper, while Aelira now licked and kissed his lips, his neck, his chest, moaning as her twin was filled by the same cock that had just taken her.
Vaela wrapped her legs around him and whispered in his ear:
> "We feel each other… when you fuck one of us, the other burns."
> "Then I'll make you both burn," Riven growled, thrusting harder.
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Their bodies tangled, sweat-slick and glowing, voices rising together in rhythm. As Riven neared climax, Aelira knelt behind him, kissing his spine, her hands stroking his chest as he plunged deep into Vaela.
> "Cum inside her," Aelira whispered. "Let me feel it through her."
With a cry, he exploded, pumping his release into Vaela, her pussy tightening, her body shaking with climax. Aelira moaned, fingers sliding between her own thighs, mirroring her twin's orgasm.
The three of them collapsed together on the altar, bodies trembling, skin flushed.
Their hands stayed intertwined, breath rising in unison.
> "You were made for us," the twins said together.
> "And now," Aelira purred, "you'll dream of us forever."