A mirror's reflection

Covering his eyes, **** to not look through crack between his fingers at the reflection in the mirror. The aching in the dragon's crotch was growing alongside his shame, the one inseparable from the other. Made worse by the sensation his foreskin rubbing against the lacy sling pouch mommy had ****... Remus decided to wear. It was hard not to listen to her kind voice and give in. He was a man, but...

Remi felt her fingers playfully run across his arm as she slipped the strap of the nightgown over his shoulder. Lunnara caressed the dragon-spawn's slender neck, the scales untouched by the harshness of the world, teasing her way up to his hair. His naive mind confusing the possessiveness of her tender gestures, treating him as a valuable diamond, as love. Parting the strands, she started to tie the young man's raven locks into a thin crown braid.

To her the diamond was still uncut, the rough edges still needing much work.

A shadow filled his vision. "Lower your arm, Remi. You've done well to endure so far. Not much more now." Doing as she asked, but keeping his eyes closed, facial muscles scrounged up in a grimace by the effort. Lunnara touched one of her adoptivee's cheeks, placing a kiss on the other and the dragonling could feel the wet warmth radiating out through his body. "Eyes too, little one. Otherwise mommy will make the choice for you."

"My name is Remus." Tone defiant, almost convincing himself. Straightening his back to appear more imposing, manly. That confidence soon withered under her silence. Slowly opening his eyes to see her patiently looking back. The mirror blissfully covered by her curvy form.

Although not having anyone to compare her too, he found her beautiful. The grey lines on the woman's pale face only bringing more attention to her other features. Lunnara gracefully endured his shy gaze, a crook to her full lips when she noticed the blush. "Guess the purple one is fine." Hastily indicating the urn holding a violet dust, eager to calm the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Dipping a finger in the pigmented powder, the sorceress used it as a brush to bring color to the skin around the wyrmling's slitted, golden eyes. Reminds me a little of my days in Kar-Naggrond, prettying effeminate sex slaves when their fancy struck Eilatra. Hmm, so much better doing it for yourself. Continuing to work to hide his masculine, leaning on boyish, traits switching to creams and other powders as required.

Lunnara shifted herself onto a bed, its opulence and size at odds with the spartan room. The mirror now loomed before him. "All yours, little one."

A pretty girl mimicked everyone of Remus's movements perfectly, her face the image of a soft femininity. There was no difference between them, she could've been Remus' twin. Her head twisted as the dragon inspected his body. Running a hand along her long, smooth leg and hip. The sheer piece of cloth fit both of their slight figures equally well. Compared to mommy, her chest felt small as he cupped his hand around them, exploring and pushing them up. Secretly, even to himself, the difference stung. His cock hardened with desire for the young woman in the reflection, veins pulsing with hot, red blood. The head peeking out of the pouch was pushed against his stomach. He stood there, silent.

One part of Remi is honest at least. Think it deserves a reward, the sorceress salviated, trying hard to keep herself from consuming him on the spot.