Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

            Rosa was bent over on the bed completely exposed. Her breasts pressed against the mattress. Behind her was Macon pounding her pussy from behind. His hands held her hips in place. His nails dug into the skin as he pulled her against his hard cock and slammed into her again and again.

            Rosa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Beside the bed was a vintage mirror. Macon moved one of his hands from Rosa’s hips and tangled itself in her burgundy hair. He pulled hard on her hair and growled, “Look at yourself in the mirror baby.”

Rosa focused her eyes on the mirror and saw her reflection. “It’s a fake.”

            Macon gave one final thrust. “What?” he asked as he looked at the mirror. Rosa’s reflection glared back at them. “Fuck.”

Rosa poked one of her fangs. “Well, this sucks. How much did you pay for this one?”

Macon pulled his cock out of Rosa and started getting dressed. “I found it at a yard sale so I only paid twenty dollars.”

            Rosa got up off the bed and started getting dressed as well. “Finding a mirror that was actually created before 1940 is a bitch.”

            “We’ll find one eventually,” Macon said as he zipped up his pants.

            “You know there is a faster and cheaper way of doing this.”

Macon hummed.

            “You could take me with you. That way we can narrow down authentic mirrors.”

Rosa pulled her black skirt into place when Macon wrapped his arms around her. “We could, but it’s so much more fun fucking your brains out while you watch our reflections.”

            Rosa sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. Across from her was her friend Malia. Malia was a pear-shaped woman with long hair and had the tendency to change her hair color to vibrant colors, for now though, it was black. Malia took a sip of her butterbeer-flavored hot chocolate.

            “Why are you looking for vintage mirrors again?” Malia asked.

 “Mirrors that are created now are made with aluminum. Mirrors made in 1940 were made with mercury. From 1940 to now vampires are able to see their reflections. Only the mirrors made in 1835 were made of silver which made it impossible for vampires to see their reflections,” Rosa monologued.

            “You guys are looking for a mirror that was made with silver so your reflection doesn’t appear?” Malia asked.

            “Yup.”

Malia laughed. “Because of this interesting fact you shared caused Macon to develop a mirror kink.”

            Rosa blushed. Malia wasn’t wrong. After Rosa shared this fact about mirrors Macon had become obsessed with having sex in front of mirrors and the idea of Rosa’s reflection not appearing. “Shut up,” she mumbled coyly. This only made Malia laugh more.

            With how loud Malia was laughing, it was a miracle that the other patrons of Ka-FAE weren’t staring at them. Adelina, the owner of Ka-FAE, walked towards them. Adelina was a petite woman who was five feet tall.

            “Do you ladies need refills?” Adelina asked with a hint of a German accent.

“No, thank you anyway, Adelina,” Rosa said. Adelina nodded and moved on to the next table asking the same question. Rosa glared at Malia.

            Malia wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious.”

Rosa grabbed her stuff and was about to leave in a huff when Malia placed a hand on her arm.

            “Hold on.”

Rosa sighed and sat down.

            “You remember that mirror I got from my grandmother?” Malia asked.

Rosa nodded. “Yeah. Something about it being in your family for generations. What about it?”

            “Well turns out it has a twin. I was wondering if you wanted it.”

Rosa thought about it. Part of her wanted to reject the offer to spite Malia for embarrassing her. The other half thought about Macon and his pursuit of a vintage mirror. “Sure,” she sighed.

Malia smiled. “Great I’ll have it dropped off at your place.”

            “How?” Rosa began to ask before she remembered. Malia was also a vampire. Vampires only turning into bats was a myth. Every vampire had their own familiar. Bats were just more common than others. Malia’s familiar was spiders.

            “I have my ways,” Malia smiled as the ring on her finger, shaped like a spider, started to move.

            Rosa gauged Macon’s reaction when he entered their bedroom. Malia’s gift replaced the fake vintage mirror. A small smirk crept on Macon’s face and a bulge formed in his pants. Rosa bit her lip, her fangs almost drew blood.

            Macon turned his face towards Rosa. “Do you know what tonight is?” he asked in a dark husky voice.

            Rosa couldn’t think properly. Macon knew better to use the husky voice on her because it turned her into mush. She shook her head no.

            Macon grabbed Rosa forcefully and pinned her body against his. He placed his mouth next to her ear and gruffly whispered, “It’s the full moon, sweetheart. And you know what that means.”

            Rosa shivered in his hold and her panties slowly became soaked.

Macon released a hearty laugh; his heightened sense of smell knew of the mess that formed in Rosa’s nether regions. “You’re excited for tonight, aren’t you sweetheart.”

Rosa moaned. Sex during the full moon was more…animalistic for them. Macon smirked enjoying Rosa’s reaction.

            “Are you putting the chains on me or am I doing it myself?” he growled in her ear.

“M-me. I-I want to do it,” Rosa said breathlessly.

            Rosa clasped the heavy steel cuffs around Macon’s wrists. The cuffs were typically used in medieval times, especially for werewolves during the full moon. She then clasped the steel collar around Macon’s neck.

            “It’s not hurting you, is it?” she asked.

            “Not at all sweetheart,” Macon said. He tugged at the chains at the ends of the cuffs. They cycled through the pegs on the floor. Macon was like a dog on a leash, only able to go as far as the chains would let him. In the small space was the bed and on the opposite side of the chained Macon was the mirror from Mila. The moon shone through the window. As the moon reached its peak Macon began to change. His body shifted. The sounds of bones cracking and skin stretching echoed in the air. Rosa looked away and covered her ears. She hated the torturous sounds of Macon changing into his werewolf form. Her heart, if she had one, ached at the amount of pain Macon endured on a monthly basis.

She uncovered her ears and opened her eyes when she felt a cold wet nose nuzzle her neck. Macon still had his mind and humanity intact after his transformation.

            “You ready, sweetheart?” he asked in a growl.

Rosa began stripping her clothes off until she was only in her bra and panties. Macon raised an eyebrow, or what Rosa assumed was an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take those off too?”

“I don’t mind if you destroy them.”

Macon licked his chops at the statement. He grabbed her and pulled her into him. His nails pierced her skin, but not enough to draw blood…yet. His tongue licked from Rosa’s ear down to the top of her breast. His claws moved to Rosa’s breasts. With a swift movement, he freed her tits from their cage, shredding the fabric like his own clothes when he transformed the first time. He toyed with the flesh mounds for a while before he dropped to his knees and caressed Rosa’s hips. His wolf tongue reached the front of her panties. Through the material, he teased her clothed sex. Rosa’s panties were getting soaked from both sides. She tossed her head backward enjoying the ecstasy. When Rosa’s fluids leaked past the panties, Macon’s claws finally shredded the cloth and allowed his tongue to enter Rosa’s pussy. Rosa moaned egging Macon on further. With every gasp that escaped Rosa’s lips, Macon’s cock twitched and hardened.

Macon kept track of how many times his tongue made Rosa climax. When satisfied with the number, he removed his tongue from her wet sex. Rosa whimpered at the lack of contact.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, Sweetheart,” Macon ordered.

Rosa followed the directions.

Macon grabbed Rosa’s hips, instead of thrusting his cock into her like she wanted, Macon moved Rosa so that her head hung off the bed. This allowed Rosa a perfect view of the mirror. When she was positioned correctly, Macon pressed his cock against Rosa’s pussy, hot dogging. He moved slowly sliding his dick against Rosa, back and forth. With Rosa being a slip ‘n slide down there, it was only a matter of time before Macon’s dick slipped inside her. Rosa bucked her hips forcing Macon’s large dick deeper into her. Macon chuckled.

            “Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. Don’t look away from that mirror.”

Rosa opened her eyes not realizing that she had closed them. She looked at the mirror, her reflection did not appear. While she remained invisible, she could see Macon’s reflection, and she admired the shine of his black fur and his golden irises.

Macon glanced at the mirror and grinned. The lack of Rosa’s reflection spurred him on more. His thrusts became harder, faster, and deeper. He let out a howl as the primal side took over. He pulled out, flipped Rosa over onto her stomach, and propped her hips into the air. His claws dug into her hips, drawing blood this time, as he slammed himself back into her wet pussy from behind.

            “Oh god, Macon,” Rosa moaned.

Macon’s thrust became erratic, his sole intention was to breed. With his animalistic desire to mate, his manhood grew in size stretching Rosa. He threw his head back and howled. Howled at the full moon, and howled at his need to impregnate Rosa.

Rosa buried her face in the mattress, trying to stifle her moans and screams. The noises that escaped Rosa’s lips stimulated Macon even further. Rosa tightened around Macon’s dick. The depth of his thrust, his doubled size, and her inability to hold out any longer, Rosa climaxed for the last time that night. She screamed Macon’s name and collapsed on the bed. Shortly after Rosa’s climax, Macon followed suit spilling his seed deep inside her. After his climax, Macon leaned down and whispered into Rosa’s ear how much he loved her and how he was glad they finally had a vintage mirror.