Irie sat up slowly, the pink silk sheets clinging to her nude body like fog, accentuating the curve of her hips and the flush blooming across her chest.
Her violet eyes widened, hazy but sharpening as they locked onto Aiden—half-naked, save for his boots, trembling, veins pulsing with faint golden threads from the Lustflow Transference.
His cock stood painfully erect, glistening with the ritual medium, betraying his arousal.
"W-why are you… naked?" she whispered, her voice dazed, her silver hair falling in disarray over her shoulders.
"Long story," Aiden muttered, frozen, not trusting himself to move.
The Lustcraft thread bridging their bodies buzzed like a plucked violin, vibrating through his chest and groin, syncing with her shallow breaths.
The obsidian mirror behind her hummed, a low, hungry pulse that made the room's candles flicker.
Selene stepped between them, her gloved hand glowing with a faint violet sigil.
"Your climax energy's been fed to a Reflection Construct," she said, her tone clinical yet commanding. "It built a fantasy from your subconscious and started looping it. He's here to sync and break the loop."
Irie blinked, her cheeks flushing deeper. "He's… syncing with my… what?"
"Yes." Selene gestured sharply, and the mirror shimmered back to life, its surface rippling like liquid lust.
Their reflections were already in motion.
Mirror-Irie straddled mirror-Aiden on an endless white bed, her silver hair wilder than the real Irie's, tangled with shimmering strands of desire.
Her thighs glistened, trembling with urgency as she rocked her hips in slow, teasing circles, grinding against mirror-Aiden's lap.
Her reflection was brazen, her violet eyes burning with wanton need.
Mirror-Aiden looked far too confident for his liking, his hands gripping mirror-Irie's hips with a smirk that Aiden's real, flustered self could never muster.
"Oh gods," Irie whimpered, her real hands clutching the sheets. "I knew I was dreaming of him…"
In the mirror, mirror-Aiden leaned in, his lips brushing mirror-Irie's ear, whispering something that made her gasp, her body arching in surrender.
The real Irie echoed the gasp half a second later, her thighs twitching, her fingers grazing her slick inner thigh instinctively.
Aiden's Purity Eye vibrated, a searing pulse behind his brow.
"It's starting," he said, voice hoarse, his cock throbbing in time with the thread's tightening grip.
Selene nodded, her eyes narrowing.
"Then move to her. Mirror leads. You follow. Her real body and fantasy self must align—perfectly."
Aiden sat on the bed's edge beside Irie, palms open, sweat beading on his skin.
His pulse hammered, his erection pulsing with every shallow breath she took, the sync accelerating like a runaway spell.
The golden thread between them glowed brighter, coiling from her navel to his core, each of her trembles mirrored in his own body.
In the mirror, mirror-Irie leaned forward, her lips whispering to mirror-Aiden, her voice dripping with submission.
The real Irie, flushed and glassy-eyed, turned to him, her voice soft and pleading. "Call me a good girl…"
Aiden blinked, his throat tightening. "What?"
"Please," she moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets, her thighs parting slightly.
He hesitated, his face burning, the weight of Selene's gaze boring into him.
Selene growled, her voice sharp. "Say it, virgin."
Aiden swallowed, his voice dry as ash. "…You're a good girl, Irie."
Her eyes shimmered, a whimper escaping her lips as her body trembled.
The thread tightened, the mirror's image pulsing brighter, gold flames licking at the edges.
Irie gasped, her hand reaching out, trembling. "Again… please… just once more…"
Aiden's hand moved, his fingertips brushing her wrist, the contact sparking a golden flare along the thread.
"You're a good girl, Irie," he said, softer, his voice steadier despite the heat pooling in his groin.
Her eyes rolled slightly, her back arching, a soft cry escaping her lips.
The mirror's image caught fire—both versions of them writhing, synced heartbeat to heartbeat.
Each time Irie shivered, Aiden's body twitched in reflex, his cock throbbing, his breath hitching in sync with hers.
His Purity Eye burned like a furnace, gold flooding his vision, the thread's pulse overwhelming his senses.
Selene chanted a binding phrase under her breath, her gloved hand tracing a golden sigil in the air, circling them like a protective cage.
"Moan with her," she ordered, her voice cutting through the haze. "Or the sync will fracture."
"I can't just—" Aiden protested, his face flushed, his erection aching.
"Moan, Aiden."
He closed his eyes, forcing the heat in his stomach up through his throat, and let out a half-strangled, breathy grunt just as Irie moaned against his shoulder, her warm breath grazing his skin.
The thread glowed white-hot.
The mirror started shaking, its obsidian frame rattling against the wall, the hum rising to a fevered pitch.
They were close.
Too close.