Chapter 27: Nyxira, the Mirror of Shadows
Night fell over Elvaria like velvet, thick and full of secrets. Riven followed a narrow path lined with glowing fungi and whispering shadows. Each step echoed not in sound, but in sensation — the feeling of being watched, studied, seduced by eyes unseen.
He emerged into a clearing of obsidian stone, moonlight pouring like silver wine across the surface. At the center stood a mirror — tall, ancient, carved from black glass that shimmered with memories. And from it stepped Nyxira.
She was stunning — a woman born of shadow and reflection. Her body was clad in slivers of enchanted mirror, just barely concealing her dusky skin. Her eyes were silver and endless. Her long black hair floated behind her like smoke, curling at the ends like dark tendrils.
"I've watched you," she said, circling him like a panther. "Felt you. Dreamed of the way your cock would stretch me open, press deep into places no one else has ever reached."
Her voice was pure temptation — velvet and hunger.
Without hesitation, she undressed him with a flick of her fingers. The mirrors floating around her shimmered, showing Riven his own flushed body, his throbbing cock already pulsing for her. She smiled, licking her lips.
"On your back," she ordered, and he obeyed, lying on the warm obsidian.
She straddled him reverse cowgirl, her back to his chest, her ass full and perfect as it lowered down onto him. Her pussy was hot and tight, welcoming him in with a long, slow moan. Riven gripped her hips, watching his cock disappear into her from behind as her body rode him with rhythm and power.
Her reflection in the mirrors teased them both — every bounce, every shiver of her breasts, every drop of slick heat that leaked from her stretched folds.
She leaned back against his chest, shifting effortlessly into a sensual lotus position, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed flush, his cock buried deep, her pussy pulsing gently as they kissed — slow, deep, connected.
Nyxira whispered, "Now take me where no shadow dares go."
Riven rolled her over and pinned her beneath him, entering her again in prone bone — her chest flat to the stone, her ass high, her legs together. The tightness made her moan louder, her fingers clawing at the stone as he thrust hard and deep, driving into her with building passion.
When her body began to tremble, he shifted her again, lifting her legs to his shoulders — legs-up missionary, letting him slide deeper, harder, the head of his cock pressing into her womb.
Her climax hit like a spell: shadows burst from her skin like ink in water, her moans echoing through the mirrored world.
"Riven—!" she screamed, and he came with her, filling her womb, watching as the obsidian below them cracked with magic.
Breathless, she pulled him into her arms and said, "Now you live inside me. In every reflection. Every darkened glass. I am yours, always."
As she faded back into the mirror's surface, Riven stood, heart pounding, cock still slick with her shadow-warm release.
Another reflection. Another soul bound.
The path ahead shimmered with new heat.