i
My fingers wrapped about some plastic feeling material as I reached behind the wardrobe. I thought there seemed to be something vaguely unpleasant about it but filled with curiosity I pulled it into the air and sunlight. I drew back my breath sharply as I looked at the thing in my hands.
"Well that is ugly," you remarked.
I had to agree. It seemed something that was either given to relatives you hated or something that belonged in the garbage tip. The frame seemed to be some sort of pewter with that silver-grey colour and it was covered in the ugliest most obscene creatures about its rim. They seemed to be arranged in some sort of blasphemous tableaux, again there seemed something obscene and threatening about the creatures around the rim. Looking in the centre I decided that the glass must have been damaged since it seemed to distort any image that it reflected. Looking at myself I thought I appeared to be some sort of leering demon with reddish skin. On the other hand you seemed to be little distorted in the glass.
"So this thing was your mothers?" you asked. I drew my eyes away from the mirror and smiled at you.
"Yes, my uncle kept it after she disappeared. I heard that she had tried to get it back from him before she disappeared. I can't imagine why," I remarked wryly.
Looking at it again you repeated your original comment,"It really is ugly. Anyway time to have a coffee I think."
That was something that I liked the sound of and I rose from my knees to follow you into the kitchen. As always I enjoyed watching the sensual swing of your hips and the swell of your breasts beneath your t-shirt as you moved. As you prepared our drinks you continued to talk.
"Did you know anything about her? Your mother I mean."
Looking up from the hot cup of coffee in front of me I spoke,"Not much. Just that she ran away to some East Coast fishing town and joined some weird cult. Seems she wasn't married when she had me," I was a little bitter about that though my uncle had been a loving guardian to me.
"Seems my uncle found out about it and turned up with the police and seized me and brought me back here. From what he said after that she disappeared and he could never find her again."
I remembered the old man and how he would refuse to discuss anything about my mother and how we would fight over that. He had been one of those hard puritanical men who demanded respect more than loving. Thinking about him made me realise how much I missed the old man. He had driven me to become a successful engineer and then a businessman. I had thought him as invulnerable as a chunk of granite.
"It's still a shock to think him dead," I remarked.
When I had been told that he had been attacked by some unknown sea beast in a swim I had thought it a joke. It had come as no surprise that he had left me his estate since I was his only living relative. I had seen the body later and it had been hideously mutilated. I shuddered to remember the moment.
"Strange, I always thought he feared being near the sea. I can't remember him ever going near it at all. So for him to die in it seems so wrong....." I mused to myself aloud.
Then I turned to you and shrugged. Seeing your hair in disarray sent a surge of lust through my body. You turned back to the bench and poured water into the cups as you mixed our coffees. My hands touched your hips and stroked them along your torso. As I touched you I grew more insistent and cupped your breasts, I began to squeeze them hard, I felt you flinch but I continued to squeeze the soft flesh. I felt you struggle and try to turn to face me but I held you hard against the bench and twisted your nipples cruelly.
"Hey ease up will you, your hurting me," I heard you say.
I seemed to push harder against you as you spoke as though I was being encouraged by your resistance. I pulled up your shirt and reached up under the thin cloth and I again cupped your breasts.I pinched your nipples hard and you cried with pain. I smiled to myself as I heard your cry and pinched even harder. I pushed your naked breasts into the cold plastic covering the kitchen bench and slipped my hands to your jeans. The button popped open and zip slid down as I pulled your jeans and panties to your knees. Using my body and a hand I pressed you hard into the bench as I pulled my jeans down and allowed my hard cock into the air.
I looked at your magnificently ass. I admired and lusted at the sight of the firm cheeks. I knew that beneath the globes of flesh was your cunt with its trimmed bush. How often I had slipped my tongue between your swollen lips and then thrust my cock hard into your dripping cunt. I had an urge to spank your ass until it glowed a bright red just to hear you cry with the pain of it. I reached under your ass and found those lovely lips. I pushed a finger quickly between the wet lips. Your groaning reached my lips as I thrust the digit in and out of your cunt.
"Please not like this," I heard you whimper and then when I jammed two fingers into you, you squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Even as you pleaded with me to stop you juiced up quickly and I felt your cunt open to the pressure I was using. Then instead of my fingers it was my cock that was at the entrance of your cunt and with a firm push I thrust my hard flesh into you.
I rammed my cock into your cunt quickly and repeatedly in frenzied strokes. I bit into your neck as I felt you buck and struggle against my body. I felt you cum as I thrust into you. Then I felt the warmth of my cum shoot into your cunt . I spurted for a long time until it dribbled from your well-lubricated hole. Softening I pushed away from you and popped my cock back into my jeans.
As I got dressed so did you in staccato movements and once finished turned to me the anger clearly evident on your face.
"What was that about," you cried angrily and struck at me.
"I am not some fucking slut that can be fucked because a man has decided he needs to stick his cock into a cunt," you struck me across the face and I was able to capture the hand and I pushed you against the wall. Guilt flooded through me and I held you red-faced.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Sorry, you were fucking trying to rape me. You didn't care what I wanted or felt you bastard!!!" you screamed into my face and you rained hard blows over my chest and shoulders. Finally you stopped and began to weep in my arms. As you did so I whispered words of regret into your ears until we went to the waiting bed upstairs. Yet even as I apologised and spoke my gentle words of reconciliation I felt a surge of pride in my actions and somehow my thoughts leapt to the mirror that only a few minutes before I had held.
ii
Barely two days later saw me touching two bumps that had appeared at my forehead. As I touched them a thrill of pleasure shot through my body. I felt a need in taking you hard and fast again as I did only two days before. Lately I had been having the most lurid and vivid dreams about things I could barely mention. What I did know was that I felt an almost constant need to masturbate or fuck you. As I touched my cock I looked at my uncle's mirror. Often I seemed to stand before it in my den and touch the frame as though seeking some entrance to the distorted images that were shown there.
After that fuck you had changed become remote from me though your body seemed to touch me constantly. I felt a thrill as I took you and it was rougher than we had done before. I fucked you in the bedroom and bathroom, once I had even taken you pinned against the car. Though you no longer spoke about how I was treating you every now and again I thought I saw confusion in your eyes as you became more submissive towards me.
Then I looked at the mirror near my chair. I saw an arm reach through the rippling surface and signal to me. It was covered in small delicate red scales and black claws, Sweating profusely but unsurprised I sat up and reached for the beckoning hand/claw, I did not think about what I was doing merely that it felt the right thing to do. Talons cut into my flesh and pulled me through the mirror's grey surface.
I looked about me and I stood in a black marbled hall, there was no one about me though I remembered that something had pulled me into this place. I did not worry about this nor that I was now naked, I felt that it was the right thing in this place. I felt that I was safe and protected here, I felt at home. I gave no thought to where my clothing was but that there was wild raucous music and laughter ahead of me and I wished to be where it was. I saw bloody light that soaked into the stone ahead and walked towards it. My steps were towards the light and sound. Then I stepped into the hall and the wild orgy that lay before me.
Cries of pain and pleasure struck my ears as I looked at the cavorting horde below. Mixed in with the obviously human figures were creatures with red scaled skin, talons and forked tails. They fucked and were fucked, their talons raked the thin skin of the people about them and they drew blood that they licked up quickly with forked snake-tongues. I felt my cock harden and I wanted to thrust myself deep into the throng and fuck a cunt with my cock, in fact I wanted to fuck any orifice offered to me. I wanted to scratch and lick blood from the scratches that I would create and that shocked me deeply but aroused me even further.
