Worthy Core

Deciding she needs to cool off a little, Xenia swaps her attention from the private rooms back to the Fiver's Lounge for a bit. Not that she isn't still aware of everything going on in there, but at least it becomes more like background noise instead of being a home theater presentation. Of course, the lounge is hardly a cold shower considering the dancers are still taking shifts on stage, and some of the customers are getting...frisky in the darker corners, but it is at least a little more chill. Maybe she'll take a moment to see what's going on at the bar...

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"So you're saying you can change your appearance to look like anybody?" Mesht of Niad'osh, the orc Vanguard from the Valleylands army squad, gives Emma a disbelieving look. In return the enchanted mirror smiles back at him, using the face of one of the roguish bar bunnies.

"Not anybody. Only someone within line of sight of my mirror."

Sitting next to the Vanguard, Kalasha of Bug'kurc has a few curious questions of her own. "So how do you choose who to be? You can't be no one, I take it?"

Emma nods back to the Valleylands Sniper. "If there's no one around, I've got nothing. I mean...the mirror itself is me, what you're looking at here is just a projection. But no people, no projection, and I can't communicate. Not that I'd need to much if there was no one around to talk to." The projection of a woman shrugs.

Mesht points something out. "You didn't answer the first question, though. Is the rabbit monster some sort of work uniform for you?"

"Eh, sort of. But I mean, it's not like I'm gonna turn into random customers, since that can get a little creepy or invasive." The bar manager pauses for a beat. "Unless it's funny. Which, when you're surrounded by drunk people, happens a lot I suppose."

"I'm sure." Kalasha snorts. "Invasive, though? People get that offended by you wearing their face? I mean, you're not pretending to actually be them, are you?"

"Well, no, but..." Emma glances left and right before leaning in and whispering. "I don't just get someone's good looks when I mirror them. I get their skills, some knowledge and memories...and most of all, their desires."

Rather than being put off by that, the Sniper seems only more interested. "Wait, really? Ever learn something good by doing that?"

"Well I'm not going to just tell a random customer, now am I!" Emma leans back and begins wiping down the bar. "I may be a product of twisted, perverted magics, but I have some standards, I'll have you know."

Mesht takes a deep drink from his mug before laughing. "Well, how about a volunteer, then? Swap to me, and we'll see if you know what I desire, eh?"

Emma glances at him for a moment before shrugging. "If you're volunteering, I suppose..." The shift takes only a few seconds, with the long-eared female figure quickly shifting their shape into that of a masculine orc. Mesht isn't wearing his full armor and gear at the moment, but he is wearing at least some of it, and the change from Emma's bartender uniform is quite the swap.

The new Mesht stares into the eyes of the original for a short breath before scoffing. "Pfft, I hardly had to swap for this! You want Kalasha. Not that I can blame you - working that crossbow's done some excellent work on those biceps."

As Kalasha turns to stare at her colleague, the man responds in a much quieter tone of voice. "...I was expecting that you were going to say I desired the bartender."

"Well duh, everyone wants to fuck the bartender. That's practically by design. But hey, to be fair, let's even it out, huh?" Em turns to face Kalasha next, and the orc vainly begins waving her arms in front of her face.

"Wait, wait, I'm not volunteering! Don't - "

Her protestations are unheard however, and in an eyeblink later the reflection of Mesht has been replaced by Kalasha's. The woman's muscular arms are indeed on display, given her penchant for sleeveless shirts, but the expression on Emma's face is nothing like the blush taking over the original's cheeks. "Don't say it! Don't you fuckin' say - "

"Yeah, she desires you too. Her favorite part of your squad formation is that you go in front, so she can watch that tight ass of yours when you charge ahead. And when you train shirtless in the yard? Mrmm!"

Both of the orcs are suddenly silent, unable to look at each other or Emma, and so the mirror continues narrating her borrowed thoughts. "Looks like you've both got the same problem, though. You're worried that if you start screwing, you'll fuck with your teamwork. Age-old concern. Plus, on top of that, the two of you aren't sexually compatible."

Both of the soldiers suddenly snap their full attention back to the mirror at that statement. "Wait, what!? What does that mean!?"

Emma points first at Mesht. "This big guy likes to be manhandled. Maybe a bit of biting." She turns and points at Kalasha. "While this lady here likes things gentle and slow. Lots of cuddling, too."

"Well...damn." Mesht gives Kalasha an embarrassed look. "Guess it's just as well we never tried it, then..."

Kalasha begins to nod in agreement, but Emma interrupts her again. "Actually, I think I can solve this in a win-win-win for everybody, if you two are up to it."

The orc Sniper's eyes narrow. "Solve how, exactly?"

"I can get Xenia to pop me over to a room with you two, my shift's almost over anyways. Then I can be Kalasha and fuck the hell out of Mesht here, then I can be Mesht and give it to Kalasha nice and slow."

Mesht's brain suddenly has blood flow problems, but it still comes up with one concern. "Would the other be...watching while this goes on?"

"Well yeah, like I said! If the other person isn't in line of sight, I can't wear them."

Kalasha's voice is a little unsteady. "And...what do you get out of this, exactly?"

"Hey, even furniture's got needs! So, what do you say, you two up for it?"

The two soldiers glance at each other one more time...and then hastily finish their drinks.

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If Em notices that their request to Xenia for a location change is a little quicker than usual, they don't show it. After a quick pop into the dungeon's inventory and then back out again into one of the rented bedrooms, everything is quickly re-arranged so that everything is in clear view of the oversized mirror. Kalasha and Mesht appear through the traditional doorway a moment later, and Kalasha's reflection gives them a wave from the mirror.

"Glad you didn't chicken out! So, who wants to go first?"

The Sniper is quick to answer. "Mesht. It's going to be weird enough having him watching me, at least if you've drained him good first then he won't be jerking off while he does it."

Mesht is about to sputter something in defense of his self-control, but Emma speaks up first as she steps through the mirror's surface. "Will do! You can take a seat in the cuck chair over there while I do my magic..."

"...The cuck - no, I don't want to know. Just...have fun, I suppose." Kalasha shivers slightly as she takes a seat in the designated chair, while Emma wastes no time in tossing Mesht onto the bed.

"Hold up, at least let me get my armor off, first!"

The Vanguard begins to work at some of the fasteners holding on his gear, but Emma doesn't allow him to, instead grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to the mattress. While Mesht is probably stronger than Kalasha, the woman is certainly no slouch in the physical fitness department, and he finds himself unwilling or unable to struggle all that much. "Unh-huh. I'm in charge, big guy. Shit comes off when I say it comes off."

"...Yes, ma'am." He does his best to ignore the amused snort that comes from the corner of the room, which is easy to do when Emma begins pulling off his boots. The outer layer of his chest armor goes next, but the mirror only pushes up his shirt far enough to get a good view of his green, hairy chest.

"Oh yeah, it looks even better from up close. And the taste..." Leaning in, Emma takes a long lick around one of his pecs and nipples, before looking back at Kalasha. "Still time to join in, if you want a sample."

"I didn't want to lick his chest! That's disgusting!"

Emma shrugs. "Thought not, but sometimes desires change when things are right in front of you. More for me, then." With that said the mirror swaps from using her tongue to using her teeth, pulling at Mesht's nipple with a light tug, and Mesht groans beneath her. "Haha! I felt you getting more swollen just from that! Sure looks like I read you right, at least!"

"Just...not too much, now..."

"Don't worry, I ain't gonna get you sent to the healers. Not that they're not used to this shit by now. But let's get a better look..." Emma moves on next to his pants, and Kalasha's mirrored eyes are wide and admiring as the orcish cock finally springs into view. Although Mesht does involuntarily twitch slightly as she takes a quick lick of that as well.

"Maybe no biting down there..."

"Wow, I'd say you have no balls when it comes to show time, but you've definitely got a nice set right there. But hey, I got a better idea. Learned this one from Xenia, actually..." Emma then turns her attention to herself for a bit, stripping off her copy of Kalasha's gear, and the Sniper finds herself experiencing a mix of embarrassment and curiosity at the chance of seeing her own naked backside. Mesht's pants go next, and both orcs are surprised as Emma's following move is to grab Mesht's ankles and pull them into the air.

Kalasha furrows her brow. "Are you...putting a man into missionary? I don't see..."

"It's a little unusual, but you just...slide this big boy up here, and...ah fuck, that's hot. Gods damn. I'm kinda glad now you two didn't want to fuck, so that I could do this myself." Emma shudders as she directs Mesht's manhood into her cunt, before pressing forward so that the man's feet are over her shoulders. The orc isn't entirely sure what he ought to be doing in this position, given his lack of leverage, but Emma's hips begin to take charge of the main event while her mouth issues orders. "Grab my tits! You know you've been wanting to!"

"Oh gods." The expression is uttered simultaneously by both orcs, but Mesht's hesitation is slight before he follows orders, groping at the reflection's breasts while she begins to thrust herself on top of him. From behind, Kalasha gets an excellent view of things as her own ass slams down repeatedly onto Mesht's hips, his balls jiggling at every pounding. Despite her previous words about how she was expecting Mesht to behave, the Sniper realizes that maybe she's a bit of a hypocrite before her fingers begin sliding down into her own pants.

Emma doesn't just settle for taking control of Mesht's lower body, occasionally raking the man with her nails, or pinning his arms down before biting into his shoulder. His every fantasy is hers to enact, and unfortunately it's only all too effective. It's only with a supreme force of will that Mesht is able to stand the abuse for a full ten minutes before eventually he cries out for reasons other than pain. "Fuck! Kalasha, I'm coming!"

"Breed me, maggot! Pump my womb full of your cum, stretch me out! Be my orc man-slut!"

"I would never say that!"

"Hush, you'll get your turn in a minute!"

The byplay does nothing to stop Mesht's imminent climax, and a moment later he's doing his best to fulfill Emma's final commands. Again Kalasha has an excellent view of the man's balls as they clench and send their load upward, as well as the sight of it dripping back down from her own well-fucked hole soon after as Emma pulls herself off.

"That was...amazing. I - oof!" Mesht's thankful statements are interrupted as Emma unceremoniously rolls him off of the bed and onto the floor.

"If you're up for a round two after, then maybe we can try the cuddly stuff. But for now, it's Kalasha's turn! Swap!" Emma claps twice, and an instant later she's changed from Kalasha's trim, athletic form into Mesht's muscular masculinity. There's no clothes this time, Mesht having already been stripped, but Emmett is clearly much more ready than Mesht for a second round. "Now - ahem. My lady. Would you allow this gentleman to please you tonight?"

The voice is Mesht's but the tone is nothing like him, however it still manages to cause Kalasha to blush. Even more so when she remembers that she needs to pull her hand out of her loosened pants. "Ah - yes, of course."

The woman stands up and approaches the bed, and as soon as she comes within arm's reach she finds herself swept up into an embrace. Her head is dipped down, her eyes are inches away from Emmett's...and his strong hand is very firmly planted on her ass. "Please, relax. I shall service you until you are sated, and no less. Allow me to taste you, drink you, to drown in your depths until you are utterly spent."

Kalasha finds herself speechless, although Mesht does grumble slightly as he drags himself into the watcher's chair. "I could be romantic if I wanted to be..."

The Sniper chooses to ignore that, and instead responds with a kiss, wrapping her arms around Mesht's reflection. It goes on for several long minutes, with Kalasha running her hands all along Emmett's back and chest, although when one hand begins reaching for his cock the mirror suddenly pulls back. "Ah, ah. You first, my lady..."

He continues to pull back, dragging down Kalasha's pants with him, and once those are out of the way he begins to kiss his way back up her thighs. It's almost too slow for the pent-up orc, as she suddenly grabs hold of the mirror's hair and drags him to her cunt. Emmett just smiles before digging in to the mandatory meal, using Mesht's broad tongue to taste her and tease her simultaneously.

As Mesht watches on he finds himself wondering if he should be taking notes, and the show gets better once the Sniper pulls off her own shirt so that she can massage herself more efficiently. Emmett's hands do run along her thighs, legs, and stomach, but for the most part he remains entirely focused on feasting at the woman's slit.

Her first climax beats Mesht's by quite a bit, the woman screaming in climax after only a few minutes, but unlike him she doesn't give Emmett a chance to swap back out. "Fuck! I mean - fuck me! I want to - I want to feel it..."

"Of course - whatever the lady demands." This time Emmett leaves his partner in a much more gentle missionary position, pulling himself up so that he can gaze down into Kalasha's eyes - and so that she can immediately wrap her legs around him, bringing him closer. Seeing her eagerness he wastes no time on directing himself into her prepared pussy, and the first time he hilts himself Kalasha groans loudly.

"Gods! That's...it's so...just, just start moving."

Emmett doesn't answer with words this time but with deeds, beginning a slow, rhythmic pounding of pulling his hips back before driving them forward. He holds himself back a little, making sure he doesn't drive too far, too hard, but it doesn't take him long to find just the right amount to give Kalasha the pleasure she's looking for.

Despite her request for a more romantic fuck, Kalasha still finds herself pulling back whenever Emmett leans in for a kiss, but she doesn't stop the man from using his mouth in other ways. Her neck, shoulder, and breasts all feel the attention of his lips and tongue, until eventually she's pulled him in so closely that their chests are pressed together. With arms and legs wrapped around him both, Emmett's range of motion is limited, but he still manages to sway his hips and give her a slow pounding.

With the more gentle speed the next climax is longer in coming, but when it does Kalasha announces it in a rather surprising way. "I - ah...fuck it! Stretch me out! Pump my womb full of cum! Be my - my man-slut!" Emmett and Mesht both raise an eyebrow at her choice of words, but Emmett is still eager to please, and picks up the pace as best as he can. Sure enough, a few moments later it's his turn to fire a load of hot cum into Kalasha's cunt, and the soldier yells out as her own climax comes in turn.

When she finally releases him however and Emmett rolls over onto the bed, he can't help grinning. "Plagiarizing, are we?"

Kalasha swallows before answering. "It was...kind of hot when you said it earlier, to be honest."

"Learning new things about ourselves?" Emmett turns back into Emma, leaving two nude Kalashas reclining against the pillows, and she shoots Mesht a grin. "Maybe we can try something new for round two, then..."

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Elsewhere, Xenia takes in a deep breath, shuddering slightly in sympathy. Maybe I should spend more time with Em myself...