Leti stared at the woman in the mirror. The woman in the mirror stared back.

She was so pretty, Leti thought. So, so beautiful. That flawless skin, deeply tanned. The toned tightness of her body. Her shining golden hair.

The mirror woman’s breasts, with their erect nipples, rose and fell slightly as she breathed. Leti watched, fascinated by their faint jiggle. 

The mirror woman’s hands drifted up to caress her breasts, slowly. That seemed like a good idea, Leti thought. Her own hands were already at her bare chest. Bare? When had she taken her clothes off? Oh, well, it didn’t matter— not when touching herself in time with the woman in the mirror felt so good. Leti gave a little gasp as her fingers brushed across her own sensitive nipples.

A sleepy, silly smile spread across the mirror woman’s face as she continued to play with her breasts, and Leti found that she couldn’t help but smile in response. Her mind was becoming pleasantly foggy with arousal. She could only imagine how the mirror woman must feel— she was definitely the type to always have sex on the brain, slowing her thoughts, making her easy and pliable.

Her new friend’s body was certainly nice, Leti realized as her gaze wandered upwards to her face again, but the mirror woman’s eyes were her prettiest feature. Swirling, dark purple pools, drawing in all her attention, pulling her mind down and down, deeper and deeper…

Leti moaned in desire as she felt herself grow wet.

The mirror woman’s hand slipped between her legs and started to rub her clit slowly. Leti squirmed as she felt her own hand follow suit. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so excited. Her fingers circled round the sensitive nub before starting to rub in earnest, and Leti watched as she and the mirror woman both shuddered and squirmed in tandem.

Watching the woman in the mirror masturbate was turning her on so much, seeing her like that, her legs splayed out wide, everything on display like the horny slut Leti knew she was, her face starting to contort in expressions of pleasure. She could feel the heat building and building inside her, like pressure increasing.

Leti stared into the mirror woman’s eyes, totally lost in the slow spirals within. She looked so fucking hot like that, with the expression of vacant pleasure on her face, her mouth open in a slack, stupid smile, tongue lolling out, drool dripping down her chin onto her tits...oh, gods, she wanted to look like that, wanted to look like that forever, wanted to just be here with the woman in the mirror forever, just the two of them, watching each other come again and again and aga—

“Oh, God—!” 

Leti’s voice broke into a loud cry as her climax took her by surprise, white-hot pleasure rolling out from her clit in wave after wave, washing over her, until she was drowning, unable to take any more, falling backwards, spine straining up into a tense arc, rubbing harder and harder—

Leti found herself blinking up at the ceiling

Had she blacked out? Her orgasm had been so strong— her body was still trembling slightly as it rode the aftershocks of her pleasure. She gave a deep sigh of contentment…

...and then frowned in confusion. Where was she? The ceiling she was looking at was wooden, with thick crossbeams. Stone walls. Some kind of...of tower? A tower, yes. How did she know that?

More knowledge forced its way through the thick afterglow haze clouding her mind.

A tower. A high, high tower, at the edge of the...the barony, that was right. A high tower in a dark forest.

There was something bad inside that tower. Someone bad. Someone...magical? Yes, magical. Dark magic, evil magic. An evil sorcerer.

No, no, not a sorcerer. A sorceress.

Sorceress.

Now she remembered. 

“You are my bravest knight,” the Baroness had said. “This sorceress grows ever bolder, summoning demons and imps from the Dark Realms to attack those who oppose her— the surrounding villages have all fled in terror. She is a threat to our land and our people— you must ride out to strike her down.”

“Yes, my Lady. Your wish is my command— I will prepare to leave at once.”

She’d saddled her faithful horse, and, sword across her back, had set out along the King’s Road to the northern border. 

As she’d traveled along, the country had grown wilder and wilder, the towns smaller and farther between, the road rougher and more overgrown. Several times, she had caught glimpses of hooded and armed men and women watching her through the dense trees— bandit gangs, though they hadn’t dared to attack a knight with the baroness’s crest on her shield.

The last few tiny villages she’d passed through had been totally abandoned, the fields laying untended, the livestock run off or preyed upon by wolves.

And off in the near distance, rising high above the trees of the Northern forest...the tower.

She’d left her horse in a convenient pasture— he was a war stallion, and could take care of himself— and entered the dark forest on foot, following the winding trail deeper and deeper into the trees.

The tower was guarded— of course it was. But the sorceress’s power must not have been in its full blossom yet, for the foul demons that hurled themselves at Leti were weak and slow, and fell easily to her sword.

Pausing only to wipe the fiends’ black, slimy blood off onto the grass, she had charged into the tower, running up the winding staircase, past room after room of hideous specimens floating in jars, and machines of unspeakable purposes ticking away. At last, on the fifth floor, she’d found a door with light flickering out from beneath it, and a voice humming and speaking within…

The door was not locked, and when Leti kicked it open...there she was. 

A tall woman, her curves accentuated by her tight purple dress, the neckline plunging to reveal her full breasts. Her head of long, black hair was topped by her large, pointed hat, and close to hand stood a staff of dark, twisted wood, with a huge purple gem set at the top.

She’d been caught in the middle of tending a bubbling cauldron, bottles of mysterious compounds scattered across her work table.

“Dark one!” Leti had cried, pointing her sword at her foe, “Your reign of terror has come to an end! I will defeat you and bring your head to the Baroness!”

And the evil sorceress...had barely glanced up from her potions. She didn’t even flinch.

“I don’t like to be interrupted while I’m working,” she said calmly. “I’m just going to have you step aside and entertain yourself for a while, and I’ll deal with you when I’m done, all right?”

And then she’d raised her staff, and everything had gotten all purple and swirly and fuzzy and horny and…

Leti gritted her teeth, forcing herself to focus.

The mirror. She remembered now— the mirror was the key, the trigger of the spell she was under. As long as she didn’t look at herself in the mirror, she was safe.

How long had she been here? How many loops of the spell had she endured? Her whole body felt tired and shaky, exhausted from so many orgasms.

She had to escape, Leti thought. Defeating the sorceress would have to take a back seat to making it out of this tower— this was far more than she could handle alone.

Was the sorceress in this room now? Leti’s heart pounded as she listened closely. There was a faint rattle of glass and a soft voice humming a little song— it sounded as though she wasn’t in this room, but one next door.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her discarded clothes and armor lying in a pile on the floor. If only she could get the armor on— the runes carved into the breastplate gave her some resistance to magic.

If I can just grab it, I can use it as a shield as I run. I just have to grab it…

Her hand crawled towards it, inch by inch. She tried to control her breathing. Almost there...got it. The metal was cold under her fingers.

With agonizing slowness, Leti began to tug the breastplate towards her. With each bump and scrape of her armor along the tower’s rough wooden floor, her fear mounted. She had to be quiet…

She realized too late the strap of the breastplate was caught on one of her greaves. It clanked loudly as it was dragged into its twin.

“Shit—”

The floor behind her creaked.

“Oh, dear,” said a smooth, musical voice. “Are you being a bad girl in here, my little knight?”

Leti reflexively looked up into the mirror. 

Behind her stood the sorceress, watching her from the doorway in her long purple dress and pointed hat. She smiled tauntingly at Leti, hands on her hips.

And...there was someone else in the mirror too. Another woman.

Leti stared at her. The woman in the mirror stared back.

Leti felt her cheeks grow warm. She was so pretty…