Day 2 - Mirror Play
Lucy gasped, her hands gripping the edges of the dresser as she felt Cooper behind her, the heat of his body pressed firmly against her back. The room was dim, the only light coming from a single lamp casting a soft glow across the mirror in front of them. Her reflection stared back at her, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed with desire. The mirror was clean, and every movement of their bodies was on full display—exactly as Cooper wanted.
His voice was a low growl in her ear. "Look at yourself, Lucy."
Her breath hitched, and she tried to look away, but Cooper's hand came up, firm but gentle, grasping her chin and tilting her head back toward the mirror.
"Eyes on the mirror," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Watch what I do to you."
His free hand slid down the curve of her back, fingers ghosting over the fabric of her thin camisole before he hooked them into the waistband of her panties and tugged. The soft cotton slid down her thighs, exposing her to the cool air of the room. She could see it all—the way her body trembled, the way her breath came in shallow gasps as Cooper's fingers dipped between her thighs, teasing her already sensitive core.
"Do you see how beautiful you are when you're like this?" he asked, his voice rougher now. His fingers slid lower, brushing against her wetness, making her hips jerk in response. "How much you need me?"
Lucy bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes away from the reflection in the mirror. Cooper's face was partially obscured by the angle, but she could see the intensity in his eyes as he watched her. His gaze never left her, and it sent a thrill through her knowing he was just as turned on by this as she was.
Her reflection showed her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed pink as Cooper's hand continued its slow, torturous path between her legs. She could feel the slickness growing there, could see the way her body responded to him without her needing to say a word.
"Cooper..." she whispered, her voice breathy, needy.
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You don't get to ask for what you want yet," he said. "Not until I say so. Just watch."
Her body was on fire, her nerves screaming with the need for more, but she obeyed. Her eyes stayed locked on the mirror, on the image of her own helpless need as Cooper's fingers began to circle her clit in slow, lazy strokes. The sensation was maddening—just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over. She squirmed, her hips pressing back against him, desperate for more friction, more contact, but Cooper's hand on her chin kept her grounded, kept her in place.
"You see what I do to you, Lucy?" His voice was a gravelly murmur against her ear. "How much your body craves me?"
Her breath hitched again as his fingers pressed more insistently, the pressure finally increasing. "Yes," she managed to gasp out, her reflection showing her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.
But that wasn't enough for him.
"Eyes open, Lucy," Cooper commanded, his voice harder now, a sharp contrast to the gentle touches of his fingers. "I told you to watch."
She forced her eyes open, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear. Cooper's fingers were relentless now, moving in tight, deliberate circles over her clit, while his other hand slid down to join, his palm pressing against her lower stomach, pinning her firmly in place. The pressure of his body against hers, the intensity of his gaze through the mirror—it was all too much.
The slick, wet sounds of his fingers working between her legs echoed in the quiet room, mixing with her soft gasps and moans. She could feel her muscles tensing, the telltale signs of her impending release building quickly, but she also knew Cooper wouldn't let her come yet. He never did.
"Look at how close you are," he said, his voice full of dark amusement. "And you know I could make you come whenever I want."
Lucy whimpered, her body trembling as she struggled to hold on, to stay on the edge without tipping over. Cooper was right—he could make her come with just a few more strokes, just a little more pressure, but he held her there, just on the brink, teasing her with the promise of release.
Her reflection was a picture of desperation, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted as soft moans slipped from her mouth. She could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the flush spreading down her neck, and she knew Cooper was watching every moment.
"Please..." she finally breathed, her voice barely audible.
Cooper's hand on her chin tightened slightly, his fingers stilling for just a moment. He locked eyes with her through the mirror, and the intensity of his gaze sent another jolt of arousal straight through her.
"You're not in control here, Lucy," he reminded her, his tone cold, calculating. "I am."
And then, just when she thought he would keep her on the edge forever, Cooper moved his hand lower, sliding two fingers inside her. Lucy gasped, her body arching forward as the sudden fullness overwhelmed her senses. Her hands gripped the dresser even tighter as she tried to stay upright, her legs trembling with the effort.
"Watch," he growled again, his fingers curling inside her. "Watch what I do to you."
Her gaze stayed locked on the mirror, her reflection showing the way her body jerked and writhed as Cooper's fingers thrust in and out of her in slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel the pressure building again, faster this time, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
Cooper's thumb found her clit again, pressing hard as his fingers worked inside her, and the combination of sensations was enough to push her right to the edge once more.
"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
"I want... I want to come," she gasped, her reflection showing the desperate plea in her eyes.
Cooper's lips brushed against the side of her neck, a small, teasing kiss that sent shivers down her spine. "Then come for me, Lucy," he whispered.
That was all it took. Her body shattered, the pleasure hitting her like a wave crashing over her, her muscles clenching tightly around Cooper's fingers as her orgasm tore through her. She moaned loudly, her eyes locked on the mirror as she watched herself fall apart in his arms.
Cooper didn't stop. His fingers kept moving inside her, prolonging her release, pushing her higher and higher until she thought she might break from the intensity of it. Her legs trembled, barely holding her upright as the pleasure coursed through her, wave after wave.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cooper slowed his movements, his fingers slipping out of her and leaving her feeling empty, spent. He released his hold on her chin, allowing her to slump forward slightly, her forehead resting against the cool surface of the dresser as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs trembled, barely able to hold her up, and her body still pulsed with the echoes of pleasure.
But she felt him behind her, still there, still wanting.
Before she could fully regain her composure, Cooper's hands gripped her hips, his body pressing against her back. This time, it wasn't just Cooper. It was The Ghoul—his true self—and Lucy felt the shift in the air, something darker, something primal, surrounding them.
His breath came in soft, raspy huffs against her neck, and she knew without looking that his face had changed, the mask of humanity slipping away. Slowly, Lucy raised her head, her eyes drawn once more to the mirror, and the sight made her gasp.
Behind her, Cooper's form had warped into something twisted yet familiar. His skin was now wrinkled, pale, pulled taut over sharp bones. His eyes glowed a dim, haunting yellow, and his lips curled into a dark smile. The Ghoul was hungry, and Lucy shivered as his rough hands roamed over her back, trailing down the curve of her spine.
She could feel him—his real form—pressing into her. The sharp angles of his ribcage dug lightly into her skin, and the texture of his wrinkled flesh rubbed against her back as he positioned himself. She moaned softly at the strange, yet familiar sensation, knowing exactly what was coming next. His hard, thick cock, now as gnarled and textured as the rest of him, pressed against her entrance.
"Look at us, Lucy," his voice rasped, low and commanding.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from the mirror. The juxtaposition of her soft, flushed skin against his dark, wrinkled body sent another rush of heat through her. It was grotesque, yet exhilarating, the perfect contrast that made her body burn with desire once again.
He slid into her slowly, his cock filling her completely, stretching her in ways she hadn't imagined. The ridges and wrinkles of his flesh rubbed against her inner walls with each inch he pushed inside, drawing a gasp from her lips. Her hands clutched at the dresser, her body arching to meet him.
"Cooper..." she breathed, but it was more a plea to the beast he'd become.
The Ghoul only chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled out, only to thrust back in, harder this time. The slick sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the room, and Lucy's moan filled the space as her eyes stayed glued to the mirror. She watched the way her body bucked forward with each of his thrusts, her breasts swaying with the force of his movements.
Behind her, Cooper's Ghoul form loomed, his dark eyes glowing with lust as he rutted into her, his hips slapping against her ass. His hands slid up her body, one wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, the other sliding up to her breast, squeezing firmly as he continued to thrust into her.
"Look how well you take me," he growled into her ear, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Even like this."
Lucy moaned in response, her body responding to the raw, primal sensation of being taken by him, of being completely filled and dominated by his unnatural form. She could feel the strange texture of his wrinkled cock moving in and out of her, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
In the mirror, her reflection told the story of her surrender. Her lips parted in gasps and moans, her skin flushed pink, her body rocking back and forth as Cooper's dark, grotesque form pressed up against her. His pale, taut skin glistened in the dim light, a dark contrast to her own, and the sight only spurred her arousal further.
His pace quickened, and Lucy felt herself tipping over the edge once more. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled her ears, and the pressure building inside her was almost unbearable.
"Tell me, Lucy," Cooper rasped, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you like this? Do you like seeing what I really am while I fuck you?"
She could only nod, her words lost to the overwhelming pleasure. Her fingers dug into the wood of the dresser, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold on. Every thrust pushed her closer, every movement of his wrinkled cock inside her bringing her nearer to the brink.
"I can feel you," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel how much you love this."
Lucy's moan was answer enough. She could feel her orgasm building, could feel the way her body was tightening, ready to snap. The Ghoul's thrusts became faster, harder, driving into her with relentless force as his hands gripped her tightly, holding her in place as he took her.
"Come for me," he ordered, his voice a dark, commanding growl.
That was all it took. Her body tensed, every muscle locking as the pleasure crashed over her. She screamed his name, her back arching as her orgasm tore through her, her entire body trembling with the force of it. Her reflection showed her face contorted in bliss, her body writhing in Cooper's grip as he continued to thrust into her, riding out her release.
Behind her, The Ghoul groaned, his own body shuddering as he reached his peak. His cock pulsed inside her, filling her with his release as he buried himself deep, holding her close as they both came together. The mirror reflected it all—the raw, primal connection between them, the way their bodies fit together even in their most twisted forms.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies trembling, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Lucy's forehead rested against the mirror, her eyes still locked on their reflection, taking in every detail of their shared climax.
Finally, Cooper pulled out of her slowly, leaving her feeling empty and spent. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, and she could feel his body shifting, softening back into his human form. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, his lips gentle now, the rough edge of The Ghoul gone.