Princess Alice's Mirror - Chapter 3

PLEASE NOTE: This series is purely and strictly a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, places, or events on our world, from the past to the present, is just a matter of coincidence, and as such, shouldn't be miscontrued as reality by any person, sane or otherwise.

Princess Alice's Mirror - Chapter 3

Princess Alice Dragonend bit her lower lip, and struggled for a response upon learning that her aunt, Lady Audrey duMauvais, was going to give her an elegant mirror for her 19th birthday present. Only, the mirror was an enchanted item - a conduit to some unknown space wherein lied an extradimensional entity who was in search of her.

Lady Audrey smiled at her, and broke the silence. "Alice, I know all this is hard for you to accept, but you have to trust me on this. I have watched you grown from a babe to the royal young lady that you are today, and no doubt, you will be a queen one day. And even though you may have forgotten, or never realized, but I have had many hands in your raising. For the times when your mother and her king were away on long journeys, and were unable to take you with them, who do you think..."

"Yes! Yes, I know, Auntie. It was you who took care of me. You need not constantly remind me."

"Took care of you? Why, I practically weaned you--singlehandedly, don't you ever forget that ! So, why would I want to see ANY harm come to you now?"

Alice took another moment to digest the sorceress' words. It was all true. It all made sense to her. Lady Audrey was practically a second mother to her while Queen Sephira and the King were away on those long trips. If her aunt really didn't have her best interests in mind, then why bother to help raise her till this age? Alice felt like she had no choice but to trust her mysteriously-powerful, yet caring, aunt.

"I suppose you're right," Alice admitted after another moment of silence. "So, what is it that you want me do again?"

"The mirror. I want you to accept this mirror as my heart-felt present to you. You should take it and keep it in your chambers, for I want to have no part of it down here. I feel that my magic is...shall we say..."very intruded upon" by its presence."

"I suppose I could keep it in my room. But, what would I do with it besides just having another mirror with which to see myself, and having a constant feeling that either you, the mirror, or both would just continue to spy on me?"

"I give you my word, dear sweets, that once you have that mirror in your own chambers, I will have no part or knowledge in your own affairs...not that I had ever spied on you in the first place."

"Very well then," conceded Alice, as lady-like as she could. "I don't suppose it'll hurt to try."

"Wonderful ! I shall have Mulden and Steplot deliver it to your chambers within the hour," said her aunt, referring to the two slave-servants who were normally used to run simple labors throughout the castle.

They said their goodbyes, and Alice took her leave. Soon after that, everyone gathered in the great banquet hall to celebrate her birthday, which turned out to be an uneventful but joyous event for the young princess, as everyone showered her with all sorts of presents. However, tried as she might, Alice couldn't completely block the thought of the mirror from her mind, and was in fact, very anxious to find out who, or what, was on the other side that was looking for her.

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The night air was chilly that late evening when Alice stepped out of her tub. She had ordered Jeleia, one of her private maids, to prepare her bathwater earlier, but instead of the usual bathing and scrubbing that Jeleia had to give her, she dismissed the maid, saying that she wanted to be alone for the rest of the night.

Alice walked out of her bathroom into the adjoining, colder bedchamber, and welcomed the cold breeze wafting through her opened windows. It was a clear, cloudless night, with a bright halfmoon, so she didn't light any candles. She went to her door and locked it, then unwrapped her thick bathing towel and let it drop to the floor. She then put on her smooth-silk nightgown and walked over to the wall opposite her bed and stood in front of the mirror, and saw her own reflection. This time, however, the green dragon eyes glowed a bright red.

Some urge within Alice compelled her to reach out and rub the smooth dragon head, and so she did just that -- lovingly, and without hesitation. Suddenly, the smooth, oaken dragon head changed form, and Alice began to feel nervous. She tried to remove her hand, but found that it was stuck to the morphing wood. She felt as if her hand was moving on its own accord -- rubbing, and stroking the wood when she no longer wanted to.

Her reflection, too, was gone from the mirror. Instead, she saw a dark, fiery landscape of mostly red and orange hues. Then, as the dragonhead completed its transformation, Alice found herself stroking the phallus of a wooden, horned figurine.

Why do I feel so hot in my tummy suddenly? she thought as she regained control of her hand again. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she wasted no time in pulling it away from the figurine.

"Alice!" came a deep, rough male voice behind her.

Startled, she whirled around -- so fast that her right shoulder strap slipped off and exposed the top half of her breast. Then, she saw him (or it?) fully, outlined in a faint, reddish aura.

Who are you, she wanted to say, but found that it was suddenly impossible to utter those words. She also found that she could not move, but was just standing there, transfixed by those red eyes -- eyes that capped off the most handsome, square-jawed face she had ever seen.

Slowly, the being approached her, and as he stepped fully into the moonlight, she could see his form and features completely. He was huge, and was at least two heads taller than her. Under the pale moonlight, his skin -- which covered huge, rippling muscles underneath -- reflected a grayish-brown tone. Two small inch-long horns, rounded and blunt, protruded from both temples. Of course, for Alice to make out such vivid details on the demonic being which stood in front of her meant that he was hairless. In fact, the only hairs were his curly pubes, which looked extremely human-like.

And what a private area that was ! Alice could feel goose-pimples forming on her skin upon looking at his monstrosity. Just like the rest of his muscular frame, his phallus was corded by pulsating veins which swelled ever so slightly under the skin.

"Alice," it called out again. This time, there was a choking, pleading quality to its deep voice. Strangely, Alice found herself drawn to him more and more, as if her own body was longing for his touch.

"My love," it continued. "I have waited eons for you."

"Then, come take me, milord," responded Alice, though a small part of her wondered why she ever uttered those words.

The demonic being, now standing right in front of her, reached out and grabbed both her hands, then placed them on his gigantic phallus.

Alice's pulse now raced faster than ever as she wondered what to do next.

(*To Be Continued*)