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He ran. He ran as fast as he could. Even when his legs couldn't take another step and his muscles felt pierced by dozens of nails, he kept running. Molten iron descended through his throat with each mouthful of breath he managed to force down his lungs. His only respite came with brief pauses as he turned left and right on the labyrinthine dungeon where he was trapped.

It was behind him. How close? He didn't want to know. Sevas was aware that the slightest look behind his shoulder would break whatever little concentration he still had. All he cared about was to run. Run as fast and far as he could. Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Find the exit. And leave that nightmarish dungeon behind.

Until he found a door. A wooden door to his left approached at high speed. Ajar. Sturdy-looking. Enough to keep it out?

Enough to try at least.

Sevas held onto the iron handle and pushed his way in. The pull on his arm as he stopped his run abruptly made him fear he dislocated his shoulder, yet he rushed to close the door and keep the monster outside. Pushing with his weight against the wooden door, the Kingfisher begged for the creature to leave as he heard it crawl through the other side.

One hand held his beak when a soft push almost got a gasp out of him.

"Keep it down," he thought. "Keepitdownkeepitdownkeepitdown."

He looked down just in time to catch the pink tentacle sneaking under the door. His feet swiftly moved to the sides and evaded its grasp. Tears rolled down his cheeks while the creature kept pushing and looking for him...until the tentacle disappeared, and Sevas heard it crawl away from there.

The avian didn't fall for that trick. He stayed at the door, pushing with all his strength in preparation for a sudden thrust from the monster that never came. Seconds turned into minutes, and Sevas didn't hear anything else, and still, he kept his sore body against the door.

His attention couldn't stay in the hallway for so long, though, and when he took a glimpse of the room he walked into, his muscles began to relax. There was nothing besides a large mirror covering the majority of the opposite wall. No furniture. No paintings. Nothing. Only that massive mirror.

Fear was overpowered by curiosity, but the avian still advanced cautiously, puzzled by the presence of the strange mirror that had little reason to be there. Its size alone made him wonder how they managed to get it inside. What held him against the wall was another mystery, as it was some inches above the ground. The rotting wooden frame should have given way years ago.

The mirror itself was in good shape, although dirty, and with several stains on the edges. It was his reflection what Sevas found a little... unnerving. While nothing unusual appeared to the naked eye, the stare the reflection returned to him had a mischievous sparkle on it, one that didn't match the panic he just experienced. And the closer he got, the more notorious it became.

Sevas moved up his hands to feel his beak. In the reflection was a dim shadow of a weak smile growing on his face. Some joy after escaping the creature, perhaps? That thought crossed his head while his fingers continued moving across the corners of his beak.

The Kingfisher got closer until the details of his tattered clothes became visible in great detail. Stains of dirt and blood painted what once was a white shirt, and the rags he called trousers barely covered his legs after he escaped from the monster.

What use did those clothes have on him now that he was safe? The slightest pull was all it took to tear it apart. He couldn't think of any reason to stay dressed. The image of his naked body flashed before his eyes, tempting the bird to embrace nudity.

Except it was a stupid idea to undress in a moment like that. Sevas shook his head fiercely until that thought got out of it. And when he looked back at the mirror, he met again with the mischievous sparkle in his hazelnut eyes.

Something was off. Sevas couldn't tell what, but his reflection didn't look exactly like him. He lifted his left arm, and so did the reflection. He lifted his right arm, and the other Sevas did the same. He turned on his heels only to find his reflection following his step. Slow or fast, his mirrored version mimicked everything he did--as it was supposed to.

But despite that, the young bird couldn't get off his head the idea that his reflection didn't look exactly like him. His eyes. Sevas blamed that sparkle in his eyes. While he did enter the dungeon with the intention to loot whatever the adventurers had left behind, after what he encountered the Sevas' only wish was to get out of there alive.

The sound of a crawling beast caught his attention. He was about to run and block the door when something stopped him. In the reflection, he saw the big wooden plank he put to bolt the door. That should be enough to keep it out, even if it tried to enter.

His attention went back to the mirror. The little bird took off his shirt with absolute care, paying absolute attention to every move made by his arms. The reflection mimicked it to perfection, as it was supposed to be. As the red-trimmed feathers of his chest came to light, Sevas asked himself why he was undressing under those circumstances when he just discarded that idea.

He continued, regardless of the question that had arisen in his mind. His fit body came to light, starting from the tempting belly button and moving up his firm pecs, crowned with the yellow diamond drawn in the middle of his chest. The shirt made him lose visual of his reflection for a moment, and that seemingly moment of vulnerability sent a shiver down his spine.

A set of invisible hands moved over his chest. All ten fingers danced carefully over his chest, caressing the feathers on the way up his pecs. Sevas met the gesture with a deep sigh. The touch felt familiar and new at the same time. It made him crave for more and put a million of devious thoughts in his mind, every single one playing at the same time. He lost his balance in that momentary ecstasy, looking to fall into the arms of that unknown presence. The fear of falling snapped him out of the fantasy, and Sevas took off the shirt from his head to throw his hands forward.

Aside from him, there was no one else in the room. Sevas was alone, facing a reflection in the mirror that had the same panicked expression he had. His fingers tried to close on a hand that wasn't there, and all he did was scratch the smooth and cold surface, leaving only a weak trace that quickly disappeared.

"I've... I've never noticed how attractive I am..."

The words he uttered. He never said that to himself. He never even thought about it, occupied as always with other subjects that required his immediate attention every day of his life. But being so close to his reflection, he couldn't ignore the details of his face that he had never seen before.

The long and elegant beak. The fringe of red hair hanging on the front. His eyes were like two small gold nuggets. And it continued down there. Sevas touched his reflection's neck and moved down, doing exactly what the invisible hands he imagined did. Just a delicate caress with little traces of lust in it, as if he was too scared to touch.

His breathing grew heavy while his lust burned stronger. He cast at his reflection the shy glance of a virginal lover who had never ventured to reach for what was below the waist. The more he touched the smooth surface--drawing circles where the belly button was--, the hotter the mirror felt.

His beak trembled. He was muttering something. Or maybe it was just the excitement of watching his body. He couldn't hear a word over his breathing. He only felt the weak movement of his hesitant beak mumbling nonsense. He couldn't control it, and he didn't try to. It didn't matter what he was saying. All he cared about was himself and nothing else.

A weak whimper caught him. Sevas became aware of that narcissistic attraction over a body he had never taken the time to admire. Even in those moments where he pleased himself, or the nights he spent with someone on his bed, Sevas never saw beyond the colorful feathers. And now that he was seeing what he had before him, the bird flustered in a way he had never experienced with others.

Attraction. A sincere and deep attraction like any other. One that drew his attention from the dangers beyond that room, and that had filled his mind with lustful fantasies on which he was the star. What Sevas saw in his reflection was a beauty words alone couldn't describe, one that convinced him to take off the rest of those pesky clothes that only served to keep his perfection hidden from mortal eyes.

But there, in the solitude and safety of that room, he was free to admire and explore and adore a body worthy of godhood.

And there he stood, naked and erected. All the little details around him disappeared, and his attention focused entirely on the sexy reflection in front of him. Sevas didn't hear the wood creaking behind him or catch a glimpse of the glowing runes carved on the mirror frame. All he did was touch his reflection, while his consciousness succumbed to those shameful and narcissistic fantasies.

The mirror was no longer there. Instead, he felt the delicate feathers of his chest. His reflection was real. A darker, kinkier side that pulled him closer with care, calling him to touch to his heart's content. And he did.

At first, he moved with fear of scaring or hurting his other self. But as the seconds passed by, Sevas got the courage to be more aggressive, squeezing the muscles until he got a deep sigh of joy from the other bird. He looked back at him, and in return, the Other Sevas pulled him by the hips until both bodies were together.

His legs weakened, and he found refugee in his arms. Despite being similar, his reflection embraced him stronger than he did. There was safety in his hug, and a mixture of lust and love completely new to Sevas. He was too afraid to look at his eyes, and instead hid his face under his neck and delighted in the delicious smell and taste of sweat.

The Other Sevas ran his hands across his back, slowly and tenderly pushing him down his knees. Sevas, caught by that subtle demonstration of control, obeyed his silent command, not without praising his own body with kisses and licks.

Until he fell into submission, and the strong smell of his cock and balls caught him like a lasso around his neck. Sevas twitched. He forced himself to remember that before him was nothing but a mirror. What he was seeing was a fantasy. He was alone in that room.

And still, the smell was so strong he couldn't resist to close his beak with care around it, and let his shaft slide right in. An inch after another, Sevas trembled from the intense taste of his cock, marveling over a flavor he never experienced before. His tongue danced and wrapped around the shaft. He knew where to lick and how to suck. And he did with absolute devotion, captivated by his own masculinity perfectly caught in the reflection.

The Other Sevas rewarded him with a delicate caress to his cheek, one that motivated him to move on. He got the courage to look up at him, and what he found in his eyes melted his heart.

Two shining stars stared back at him. It pierced through his mind and reached the deepness of his soul, finding what he had never shared with other males. And the bird felt a deep devotion towards his own body, his inner beauty, a wonder he never praised before.

The bird continued sucking on the delicious cock more and more, showing the Other Sevas his enthusiasm and devotion. Below, his shaft throbbed hard with a string of pre hanging from the tip. Sevas felt the temptation of jerking off, yet he kept his hands away from it, not wanting to distract from his task.

"You look adorable in your knees."

It was his voice. Sevas recognized his voice in his reflection. It was only natural it had the same tone. Yet he didn't question why or how that voice sounded so realistic and not just part of a very detailed and vivid fantasy.

"You know exactly what to do. I didn't have to ask you twice."

Yet his tone was more dominant, one that matched with the sparkle he saw in his eyes the moment he entered the room. Sevas had forgotten about it and that voice reminded him of that little detail that kept him away from the mirror. But then again, the musk and taste, his intoxicating manhood, and the absolute perfection of his figure pulled his attention away from the fears and doubts that could've saved his life.

And what put the last nail in his doubt's coffin was what the Other Sevas requested:

"Look into my eyes. Don't look away."

Sevas obeyed. He couldn't control it. He looked at his reflection's eyes and trembled. The stars he saw moments ago were gone, and instead, he met with two peculiar green swirls dancing slowly in eyes completely golden. That sight alone sent a shiver down his spine, and with his cock still inside his beak, Sevas felt a slight pull towards the swirls as if they were trying to suck him in.

"Yes. Keep looking. And while you look, think of how many times you've done this to other males. How many times you've been on your knees."

Sevas did that. A shameful walk through his memories, of each male he sucked in the past. Not a single one of them matched the virility the Other Sevas was emanating. Some were tender; others treated him rough. And while he loved each encounter, he couldn't think of a single one that brought him the same joy his reflection was giving him at that moment.

The Other Sevas took control over him, with slow but firm thrusts to his mouth, gaining more speed with each one. Both hands locked his head in place, forcing the bird to choke on his cock. And he did it gladly, already addicted to his own musk and taste; not a single male before him could compare to it.

"You've been looking for something unique. A dream. A fantasy. A shameful wish you've never shared with anyone before."

The swirls moved faster. Captivated by the colorful eyes, Sevas ignored the rest of the world around him, and how the thin line dividing fantasy from reality had always been the mirror that kept the reflection away from him. Until he touched the surface and put the old spell in motion.

But Sevas couldn't notice any of that even if he wanted. His body. His attention. His mind. Everything was under His control. The more he sucked on his cock and looked into his eyes, the bigger and stronger that bird looked--and the weaker it made him feel.

And Sevas didn't care, for what the reflection had said was the truth. He had been looking for something special, something none other male had offered to him before.

His climax was getting closer. Without him realizing it, his hand moved down to play with a throbbing cock that had been so eager for attention since the first moment he laid a finger on the mirror. He must have been jerking himself for over 5 minutes. Maybe more. The bird couldn't even remember how long he had been sucking off his cock.

Or what he was doing there initially...

The lust spread across his mind like a disease. No matter how hard he tried to look away or think of something else, the strong taste of the Other Sevas' cock brought him back to his knees. He was under his control, trapped by invisible shackles Sevas was too weak to break.

Or that he refused to break.

His fingers, completely covered in pre, played with the skin of his cock, rubbing the tip while squeezing the rest. He stopped at moments to keep building up the pleasure, seeking a mind-blowing climax. But each time was harder to control himself, and all his body wanted was for him to continue until his load covered the floor and feet of the stud face-fucking him.

"Don't worry. I'll be happy to give you what you want."

The shackles began to feel a little too real around his ankles and waist--too real and too slimy. But the bird couldn't stop even if he wanted. Trapped in a maddening spiral of lust, the only thought he had in mind was to please and milk that stud until his balls were completely empty.

He wanted his cum. He wanted to taste his own seed.

And that's the thought that brought Sevas to climax. His entire body twitched violently while the large ropes of cum came straight out of his throbbing cock. But instead of crashing with the mirror, they went forward and bathed the bird's feet.

Sevas, of course, didn't notice it. His mind melted from the intense waves of pleasure running across his body. Each muscle went stiff while he pulled out the cock out of his beak and moaned at the top of his lungs from an orgasm so intense he felt about to pass out. And with his spirit vulnerable, the swirls suck whatever was left of his will, leaving him completely at the Other Sevas' mercy.

The reflection grinned widely. He let the bird finish what he started, and once the orgasm settled down, and Sevas got back to his senses, he gave a soft caress to his cheek and gave a single command:

Jerk me off.

His lips didn't move. Sevas didn't hear his voice. Yet the thought was in his mind. A simple command he couldn't ignore no matter what. He held his manhood with his hand still covered in cum, and proceeded with the task commanded, pulling the skin forward and backward as fast as he could.

It felt exactly like his cock, as it was intended. It had the same sensitive spots and replied to the same stimulation. He knew how to do it. And Sevas was more than happy to please him.

"You're doing great. You're doing it just the way I like it."

There was no direct mock on that voice. Only a subtle, almost imperceptible condescending tone that only made Sevas felt a little more inferior in comparison to his reflection. There, on his knees, the bird gave in return a smile of gratitude, happy to serve that dominant side of him.

His eyes crushed him. His smile subdued his spirit. The swirls sucked his own very soul, leaving behind a carcass made to follow up his orders without thinking. Pure and simple obedience. A will to serve and please. The joy of being used.

His climax approached. He tried to hide it, but the tremble on his lips and the audible grunts gave it away. The Other Sevas was about to feed him a mouthful of cum and Sevas was ready to swallow up to the last drop. So he did a better job. As best as he could, looking to please him as it was intended.

"A-almost... there!"

No matter how dominant one was; on the verge of climax all males reacted the same way. And Sevas, who had seen many males stand at the very edge of that plank, savored those sweet seconds of vulnerability, where the fingers and toes curled, the legs trembled, and the breaths carried quiet pleas that asked him not to stop.

The bird opened his beak. And then...

A moan so loud it pierced his ears, followed by a strong shot of hot cum that went straight into his beak. The Other Sevas arched his back and stood on his toes while the ropes of pre came out of his palpitating cock, painting Sevas' face and feeding the little bird just as he liked. His seed was so thick and salty the bird had trouble swallowing it, yet he let it all slide down his throat, not without rewarding himself with enough time to savor each drop of his precious seed.

And while his climax continued, Sevas noticed a disturbance in the air. A change. It lasted less than an instant, but it was enough for the bird to perceive it and snap out of the trance momentarily--before his eyes brought him back. It was a pull. A strong and firm pull from one side to the other. And after it, an odd switch in his movements, almost as if he was doing things in the wrong order.

But his ecstasy was so intense to dwell into those doubts, and Sevas continued his task, until the last drop of cum came out of the Other Sevas' cock--whether it landed inside his beak or face, as long as it didn't reach the floor.

And with his enjoyment of that delicious seed, the spell took effect and sealed the invisible wall that separated the three beings.

The monster pulled Sevas away from the mirror. Its tentacles, wrapped around ankles, wrists, and waist, lifted him in the air while spreading his legs, leaving the bird with his crotch and ass exposed.

In the mirror, he saw the Other Sevas picking up his clothes from the ground. Paying little attention to his peril, he took his time to dress up; his cheeky smile was evidence that his trick had worked as he planned.

Sevas understood in that instant his reflection was in reality a doppelgänger trapped in a mirror-shaped prison. He lured him and poisoned his mind with narcissistic thoughts to reach his deepest fantasies. And ultimately used his wish for submission to convince the bird to open the prison and take his place by putting into his mind the binding spell--bringing along with the tentacle monster Sevas was running away from since the beginning.

A spherical aberration with a single eye, not so different from a Beholder, with the main difference being his tentacles: instead of eyes, the appendages resembled more the tip of a dick, with a purple liquid oozing out of them. They crept on his body and reached for his ass and mouth, all of it while the helpless bird watched the doppelgänger calmly wear his clothes.

It was a perfect replica of him. No one would ever notice the difference. No one would ever know he was trapped there. The impostor would leave the dungeon and steal Sevas' life.

But despite his impending doom, Sevas felt no fear. In the tight embrace of the monster, the little bird was still under the effect of the ecstasy brought by his voluntary submission. When the tentacles invaded his mouth and ass, all he did was squirm. When another tentacle opened up the tip to swallow his throbbing cock, all he did was moan. When he looked down at the doppelgänger, all Sevas did was thank him.

The same monster he was running from had become his warder in that pocket dimension, slightly affected by the lustful spell the impostor put on Sevas. And now, he would remain there with the bird, doing what he did to many other adventurers in the past.

Fuck and milk.

Milk and fuck.

Over and over and over and over again...

And with the pocket dimension having its own rules, this "punishment" would continue for all eternity.

The soft tentacle showed no mercy to Sevas' hole. It went rough and deep, pushing the purple ooze out of his hole with each thrust; the same ooze the monster fed Sevas with, through the tentacle inside his mouth. And the bird couldn't be happier, knowing that his load wouldn't go to waste.

It was Heaven.

Outside his prison, the new Sevas dedicated one final smile to the fool who got him out of it. The runes carved in the wooden frame died, and the spell had closed the portal. There was no way out of it.

And in a mocking act of consideration, the impostor pulled down the curtain on top of the wooden frame to give the couple trapped inside a little privacy, not without looking back at Sevas to say:

"I was inside your mind, little bird. I saw those shameful fantasies you have. This kind of endless pleasure, this... submission; this is what you've always wanted. Bringing the creature in was an accident, but ultimately it helped you fulfill this wish. And now, you can live happily here forever like the sex slave you've always wanted to be."

His laugh was the last thing Sevas heard from him before the curtain came down, closing the window to the world outside the prison. He didn't hear him walk away or close the door. He didn't hear anything else above the sloppy, dirty sounds of the tentacles using his fragile body.

It was the only thing Sevas heard for hours, days, weeks, or months before the maddening pleasure crushed what little was left of his sanity.