No maiden is safe

The Mirror Maiden watched every twitch and reluctant pulse of his cock beneath the thin fabric with clear approval.

“Responsive little toy,” she murmured. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

She shifted her weight back just enough to hook her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and peel it down. His cock sprang free, already thick and flushed from the grinding and the cold air. She had clearly intended to take her time — light licks, shallow teasing, long pauses meant to deny him any real pleasure and stretch the torment out.

That plan lasted exactly as long as it took for the full length of him to slap lightly against her cheek and lips.

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She froze.

For two full seconds the Mirror Maiden simply stayed there, blinds angled toward the heavy cock resting against her face, the composed dignity of her posture undercut by the sudden stillness. A soft, unguarded breath left her. When she spoke again the mockery had thinned, replaced by something closer to genuine appreciation.

“…Impressive. Even an insect can hide something worth looking at.”

Whatever carefully planned denial she had intended dissolved on the spot.

She turned her head, parted her lips, and took just the tip into her mouth with deliberate, slow suction. No further taunting followed. The Mirror Maiden who had been ready to torture her caught prey instead began to suck the head of his cock out of her own sudden desire, tongue swirling in measured, exploratory strokes while her hands rested on his thighs to keep him exactly where she wanted him.

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(artist: miyu)

The Mirror Maiden committed fully.

Hydro constructs shifted, lifting Aether from the floor until he hung upright, wrists bound high above his head and locked to a point on the stone ceiling. The position left him standing on the balls of his feet, cock level with her mouth, completely exposed and unable to retreat. She settled onto her knees in front of him, still fully clothed, and took him between her lips again — this time with clear intent.

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She sucked in earnest.

Long, wet strokes that drew him deeper with every pass. Her tongue worked the underside in firm, rhythmic pressure while her hands braced on his hips to control the depth. The earlier mocking commentary thinned, then faded entirely as the weight and heat of him occupied more and more of her attention. What remained were softer, almost involuntary sounds of appreciation each time she pulled back to breathe.

She dropped lower and took one heavy ball into her mouth, sucking gently, then the other, tongue pressing and rolling while her hand stroked the slick shaft. When she released them she actually spoke without the previous contempt.

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(artist: miyu)

“You haven’t finished once… tenacious little thing.”

The praise was quiet, almost private.

Then she opened her throat and took him to the base in one continuous motion. Her nose pressed against his stomach. The tight, wet heat of her throat closed around every inch and held. Aether felt the precise moment her concentration on the hydro restraints wavered — the constructs around his wrists flickered, thinning under the distraction of the cock buried in her mouth.

He could have broken free and run.

Instead he snapped the weakened cuffs with a sharp twist of the new Name Bearer strength, dropped his newly freed hands to the back of her head, and drove forward.

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(artist: miyu)

The Mirror Maiden’s blinds tilted up in surprise for only a fraction of a second before Aether began to facefuck her in earnest. He held her skull steady and thrust into her throat in hard, deep strokes, using her mouth without restraint. Wet, choked sounds filled the alcove.

Aether kept her head locked in place and fucked her throat through the final stretch, short brutal strokes that made her blinds shudder and wet choking sounds spill around his cock. When he came it was hard and sudden — thick ropes flooding straight down her throat in heavy pulses. He held himself buried to the base until the last spurt left him, then pulled out in one slow motion.

Cum immediately followed.

A thick strand stretched from her lips to the tip of his cock before breaking. More painted her chin, her cheeks, and the deep cleavage of her still-covered breasts where it had overflowed. The Mirror Maiden stayed exactly where he had put her, kneeling, face tilted up, both of his hands still framing her head. Her mouth remained open — tongue slightly out, lips parted and glistening — the clear, automatic invitation of someone still waiting for the next thrust to fill her again.

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(artist: miyu)

For several long, painful seconds the dignified Fatui agent simply stayed like that, face and chest marked, throat working as she swallowed what he had left inside her, mouth still obediently open for more.

Then the old shell began to crawl back.

Her posture stiffened in small increments. The blinds shifted as if she were trying to reassert the distance they usually provided. A shaky breath left her. She attempted to close her mouth, to straighten her spine, to reclaim the cool, contemptuous tone she had started with.

“You… insolent little—”

The words came out rough, stripped of their earlier authority, and died almost immediately. Her tongue still tasted of him. Her face was still wet with his release. The hydro constructs she might have used to reverse the situation flickered weakly and failed to form. Whatever control she reached for kept slipping through her fingers; the body that had just taken a thorough skullfucking remained soft and pliant in his hands even as her mind tried, and failed, to put the mask back on.

Aether kept his grip on her face and looked down at the Mirror Maiden who could no longer quite remember how to be the one in charge.