Sorceress Azara could still not believe that she was really doing it, she was wearing nothing under her robes even as she was surrounded by some of the most powerful magic users she had ever known. Her heart beat so fast that it felt like it would explode from some vile curse magic at any moment. But it was all worth it as the act filled her with an extreme rush of excitement that she had nothing else compare to, just like the ancient scrolls had promised. Not even the last time she had managed to increase her power in a notable way had given her such a sweet mix of exhilaration and ecstasy.
"Lady Azara, what are you plotting? Or why are you so silent about this matter?" a stern voice asked from the other side of a large round standing table that dominated the meeting hall. It was surrounded by the members of the Ruling Council who wore different colored robes and faceless masks that were imbued from top to bottom with all kinds of protective charms and enchantments. The overlords who governed over a prominent trading city were equally wary of any internal conflict as external threats.
"Lord Darken, I thought we settled this matter, that greedy ogre is to be executed and I add some, what was it, transparency on how many crystals are mined," Azara voiced with a calm tone while her eyes focused on the Mage Lord with a red face mask. Even as her voice projected authority, her nubile elven body was trembling a bit. If she had not worn her purple mask that matched her robes, someone might have noticed that she had been more than distracted from the current topic.
"Even if there is nothing to accuse you of, I find it odd that you agreed to dispose of one of your most powerful ogres so easily," Darken stated with a glance around the hall. Most just stood there focused on what was spoken since words were the most revealing thing around this table of powerful but equally paranoid magical councilors. Counselors who usually only agreed on things just to keep the meetings as short as possible so they could return to their own activities.
"If he can't even be trusted to manage the mining operations, what is the use of keeping him?" Azara shrugged and she shifted her knees to spread her long legs to lessen the perverted pressure on her crotch. She had gotten so used to standing in the council meetings that any moment she was not trying to entertain herself was filled with boredom. Even when the topic was about her, it hardly mattered since usually, nobody in the council had the courage to directly act against the other members and Darken's accusations only served to add to her excitement.
"If you are so flippant about him, why don't gift him to me for disposal, some of my apprentices have developed very creative reward and punishment methods of extracting information," Darken offered with another wide glance around the hall to request support. "Maybe they can even figure out where the missing crystals went."
"So bold of you to assume that your methods are more creative than mine," Azara voiced while the memory of her last conversation with the traitorous ogre visited her mind. He had yelled something about not even her arrogant bitch cunt could make him talk before her apprentice Elena had dragged him away to be interrogated.
"Offering their services is the least I can do," Darken shrugged but Azara barely heard him. She saw herself exposing all of her perfect silky flesh to the ogre and not even using a mask. Like that, he could tell if she was lying from her bare face, she could reveal to him all of her dirtiest secrets and he would know them to be true but would not live to tell about them. So she bit into her lower lip while a disgustingly sweet excitement filled her.
By the time the meeting was over, Azara was almost trembling from anticipation while she wondered if the mages that were flanking her at the table were able to hear her heavier than usual breathing. Even thoughts of immediate exposure visited her mind but there was no way she could do that. The humiliation would be beyond anything she would be willing to subject herself to.
After the final words, Azara almost ran into the mirror behind her that operated as a Portal Focus that was adjusted so only her magic could operate it. Her body distorted a bit before it turned into dust and flew into the mirror.
** * **
The moment Azara materialized in her luxurious bedroom that was located near the top of her tower, she began fiddling with her robes. Her purple eyes focused on the mirror that she had just used to enter the room before she took off her mask to show her slightly gaping soft lips and flawless elven face.
"Now what should I do, appear before that traitorous brute and just... just," Azara began to stutter while her hands moved to slowly but surely tear down her robes. They fell down around her to reveal that she had not worn anything else to the meeting.
Azara squinted her eyes like seeing her slender pale body being exposed to the mirror was blinding her. Her stomach and legs were smooth and firm but her ass and breasts had notable perky volume to them that was empathized further by her hourglass hip. Long tied raven-black hair flowed down her shoulder and she gave it a long stroke.
"Could he guess that it's me, could he look at this and know it's mine, a woman's he must hate but there is no way he would hate me after seeing it," Azara almost panted while her hands slid down to cup her plump pubic mound that was thoroughly shaved to give her body a statue-like impression in the dim magical light of the nearby orbs. Though slight blush was forming on her skin like the milky marble was coming alive.
"Would he get aroused without knowing it's me and lose his mind when he realizes it's me, or would he get obsessed with my perfect body and beg forgiveness," Azara uttered while her right hand reached for the mirror. She watched it move with trembling anticipation and after a hard swallow, her body began to turn into dust before flowing into the mirror.
** * **
When Azara manifested from a mirror into a large cell, her face looked almost as shocked as the ogre's. He was bound to kneel against a wall with several magical binds that served as the only illumination in the room. He was facing the mirror to be reminded of the all-seeing power of the rulers of the city-state so he had immediately noticed when a pale female shape almost began to shine in the relative darkness.
"I-I did it, he sees me," Azara mouthed silently but even then she stuttered a bit. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the purple binds, it did not escape her either that her body was the most visible object in the room like her flesh was shining light better than the source was.
Azara almost thought that her breathing had become insanely heavy but then she realized that it was the ogre. His yellow eyes were almost shining as brightly as the binds. The brute was clearly absorbing every detail of the nubile sorceress's body with an even better vision in the dark than she had without using magic.
"What do you think of my body?" Azara uttered as she spread her knees and lifted her hands behind her head. She had done the lewd pose countless times before a mirror just as described in the ancient scrolls and every time excitement had filled her body like someone was watching her. And this time someone clearly was and the effects were far stronger.
"Show your ass to me," the ogre grunted and Azara gasped but she still began turning around just to hide her increasingly blushing face. She did not stop until she only saw the creature in the mirror. He towered taller than her even on his knees so she only saw parts of his muscular form framing her own body.
"What do you think? Do I look perfect?" Azara panted as she adjusted her ass so that the ogre's eyes had a better view from their elevated position. As neither could detect lies through the reflection, she assumed the creature would be more willing to give her the truth.
"Not sure yet, shake that sorceress ass a bit more," the ogre voiced and Azara's spread knees began to tremble a bit. A sense that the creature had somehow guessed who she was filled her and she needed to know if he had.
"Do you know who I am?" Azara asked and she turned her head to see the ogre's face directly so she would know if he was telling the truth. Even in the dim light, the sorceress was able to do it as well as the demon. A demon whose name she realized that she did not remember. He had just been that brute who her favorite apprentice had put in charge of the security in the crystal mines.
"Apprentice of that irrational tower witch, a weak new one since she sent you here," the ogre voiced and Azara could not see any lies on his face. She almost began to giggle as the creature had clearly missed the chance to recognize her active magic when she had entered. And now her bare face he had never seen was as good as an actual mask to some extent.
"How bold of you, she might be listening," Azara teased as she shifted to stare at the slight smile that visited her lips from the mirror. She wanted to capture the moment he would learn who she was into her memory but first, she wanted to make him actually praise her body.
"She sent you here, I bet she wants to see you offer me your body," the ogre said and Azara turned around only to freeze and not because of anything he had said. A visibly throbbing red cock had pushed out of his loincloth and it swayed as it grew like some obscene demon sausage.
"What's the matter? Too much for you to handle? Just try the tip and beg and I might be lenient," the ogre grinned as he bulged his massive muscles against the binds just to have his cock sway a bit more. Even as he was forced to keep a very specific kneeling position, he still managed to conjure enough force to sway his rod as it reached its full towering glory.
"I'm not touching that, I mean you, a brutish demon like you should be honored just from seeing my bare flesh," Azara uttered even as saliva dripped on her chin and she was still holding her hands behind her head. To her, the way the cock before her was pulsing seemingly on its own was a clear sign that the demon was getting excited far more than he was letting on.
"Free my hand then and let me jerk off one last time, while being honored by your presence," the ogre suggested and Azara took it as a sign that the cock with a bloated mushroom tip was filling him with far more impulses than her clit ever did. Even as her knob was almost swelling out of her tight puffed vulva, she could not even imagine just how extreme of a sensation something way bigger would cause.
