Wait! I don’t swing that way!

Duncan holds both hands up and says, "Whoa.... I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I do know this: I'm not letting any naked bloke manhandle me!"

Gorgall's face twists in confusion. "You're a difficult one to understand. You're not one of those who fancies farm animals are you? I'm not one to judge, so if that's what you desire, just name the species."

"Will you please stop for a minute and tell me what's going on here?" asked Duncan quickly, eager to prevent the prospect of being sexually attacked by a goat or a horse.

Gorgall, still man-shaped and still stroking his cock, sighed. "Very well... If that's the way it must be."

He stops and looks upward thoughtfully. Duncan takes another step to the side, just in case this is a prelude to another orgasm. Instead, it appears Gorgall was merely collecting his thoughts.

"We G'mere feed off of sexual energy. In the old days we lived in a symbiotic partnership with humans. The humans fed us with their sexual energies, and in turn, we turbo-powered their libidos. You may wonder how your species managed to populate the world so quickly; it was because of this. This all worked beautifully, until your superstitious ancestors came to believe the partnership was somehow evil and unhealthy, and they drove us to near extinction. I was banished here in this cell, barely gleaning enough energy through the mirror portal to sustain me. I would have probably starved to ****, had you not chosen such a convenient location for that dalliance with that beautiful young woman."

“Are you saying that you were able to reach through that mirror because you got strong from being a voyeur?” asked Duncan.

“I became strong enough to reach out, but this prison still confines me,” answered Gorgall. For once, the creature’s anger and despair seemed to momentarily stop its masturbation, and its hands fell to its side, limply, as it turned its eyes toward the portal.

Duncan looked up as well. “So basically you are stuck here until someone else comes along and screws in front of the mirror again?”

“I doubt that it would work,” says Gorgall. “The sexual energy you emitted was quite formidable. If that was insufficient, I doubt anything would be. Unless....”

Gorgall’s eyes turn again to Duncan, and he smiles hungrily. His hand again returns to his shaft and resumes its steady stroking.

“Unless what?” asks Duncan, uneasily.

“Individually, we will both be trapped down here forever, but the prison was designed for a single G’mere. I think we could both escape if I were to join with you.”

As Gorgall spoke, its body began to shimmer once again. When it settled, the muscular man was gone, and standing in his place was Terrice, naked, except for a black silk scarf around her neck.

“I know this form is pleasing to you.” The words seemed to come from Terrice’s mouth, but the voice was that of Gorgall when it took the form of the first woman. “I saw how you responded to this body before. Now, join with me, and I will lead us both to freedom.”

Duncan gulped nervously. The way she said, “Join with me” seemed somewhat ominous. Surely that’s just an antiquated and quaint way of saying, “Come spread my legs, you awesome stud of a man!”

As Duncan considered this, he also realized that Gorgall has succeeded in getting him pretty turned on. That woman’s body was plenty hot, but now that he sees Terrice in front of him, the sight is awakening the memories of how that body feels when pressed against his.

All things considered, having a quick screw with a Terrice look-alike seems an awfully small price to pay for the possibility of escaping this place. Even if it doesn’t work, what’s the worst thing that could happen?