The mirror, as he knew it, had the ability to not only reflect images, but also sensations. He wasn’t exactly sure what use this would serve (Possibly to amplify magical effects? He needed to do more research) but after spending so many days alone in his tower found an unintended side effect of its powers…
The magician closed the doors to his study, a flick of the wrist making the enchanted locks snap into position with a small click.He could leave the windows open (he thought to himself) unless someone was unlucky enough to be flying by his upper story window. After checking to make sure nobody was listening he began to move to a corner of the room, removing an orate fabric and revealing the object below.
The mirror was large, and despite the pulsing magic, clearly showed it’s age as the magician gave a cursory look to check for any recent damage or wear. The mirror itself was spotless and devoid of any scratches, but it’s gilded frame showed clear signs of weathering and handling over however many years it’s existed. With another wave of his hands, the device lifted from its housing, and was placed carefully in the center of the room, facing up. The mirror vibrated in place slightly as if in protest, but soon enough calmed down and reflected a perfect image onto its face. The magician gave a sigh of relief and removed his robes, shuddering at the temperature in the room and moved closer to the mirror.
The mirror, as he knew it, had the ability to not only reflect images, but also sensations. He wasn’t exactly sure what use this would serve (Possibly to amplify magical effects? He needed to do more research) but after spending so many days alone in his tower found an unintended side effect of its powers. Grunting into position, the magician straddled on top of the mirror, staring at his reflection as he could feel the magic connect with him. He grabbed at his chubby chest as a test, clamping a hand around one of his perked nipples and gasped – He could feel his hand of course, but as the power intensified it felt like two, four or even ten strangers grabbing at his chest at the same time. With a shuddered breath he continued, moving his hands downward and rubbed at his cock, pre leaking onto the mirror as he stroked himself, and feeling the simultaneous sensation of multiple strong hands working his shaft. His moans echoed around the room as he continued his work, risking already having an orgasm.
Gasping for breath the magician removed his hands from his member and licked his fingers, turning himself around and slipping the fingers against his hairy hole, working their way inside. He had only dared to do this with a single digit before- but found himself screaming out as he was filled and with what felt like thick fingers, cocks, and fists. His hips bucked forward against his hand as he shot his load, thick ropes of cum rushing across the mirror and onto the stone floor beyond. The man collapsed in a heap against the object, catching his breath as he eventually collected himself enough to begin to clean the mess. Making notes, he wondered to himself if having a partner would also have the same duplication effect…