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“That one. I want that one.” Lord Farquaad said without hesitation, Princess Fiona was admittedly very beautiful. Just not exactly in his league. “I want something in return then, I’ll have to do something very powerful for her to want to marry you my Lord.” Well, that wasn’t what Farquaad was expecting but alas he’d obviously have to give this dammed mirror something. “Fine. What do you want?” The Mirror took a second to think before settling on the perfect bargain.
“Sex.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Loud and clear. I want sex, if you have sex with me I will give you Princess Fiona.”
“Fine.”
And with that the deal had been struck. They arranged for it to take place in exactly a week, giving the Lord sometime to think over his decision. Evidently though, he didn’t have to think about it too much. The image of Fiona was enough to convince him that this was worth it.
Gulping down any nerves he had Farquaad started unbuttoning his plumed pants and unsheathing his petite penis. The Mirror held back a snort at how small the Lord was, how would he ever please a princess if he was that tiny?
Lord Farquaad noticed the Mirror eyeing his length and interpreted that it was impressed by his cock. Clearly he would have to wish for some observation skills too. As he finished taking off his pants he stood there as if waiting for instructions.
”Well, come here what are you waiting for?” The Mirror barked. Without saying a word Lord Farquaad obliged and came closer to the Mirror. “Now, I want you start masturbating. And make some pretty noises, none of that silent bull crap.” And with that Farquaad took his hands to his cock and started rubbing ever so gently.
”Aaaghh” the Lord groaned, despite the awkward situation it did feel good to touch himself. His hand movements slowly gained speed and after a few minutes he felt dangerously close to coming. The Mirror could clearly sense this and suddenly it’s ice cold voice cut through the pleasure Farquaad felt deep in his gut, “Stop.” Lord Farquaad stopped his hand movements almost instantly, he wanted, no needed Fiona so badly he was willing to do anything. “Come here, and rub your cock against my mouth.” Hastily he made his way towards the Mirror and positioned his penis to the Mirror’s mouth level, gingerly he pressed his cock against the cool glass of the Mirror and started to create friction by moving his hips up and down.
Almost as if in a trance the Mirror stayed silent, the pleasure was undeniably good. Just the fact that it was coming from this, this awful man. There was no way that he was worthy of a princess. The Mirror would have too come up with a good excuse not to let him near her, because he couldn’t use bad sex as a reason. This was way too good to lie about.
As his rubbing got more frequent, the tightening in his gut got increasingly harder to ignore. “M-mirror, I need to come, so bad please” The Mirror paused, should it let the begging man come? Satisfy his pleasures? Probably. It’s the nice thing to do. “Fine, but before I let you I want to try something.” Without letting Lord Farquaad say anything a huge bear trap grew from the Mirror’s surface and bit off his tiny dick.