Chapter 163: A Mage for every Mirror!!

**Natasha's POV**

“Suck it faster, you love it, don’t you?” He asks, gripping my hair and tugging them to and fro. The water-filled my eyes, and air squished from my lungs as his impressive length hit the back of my throat. I suck harder, swirling my tongue around the throbbing vein, the underside of his dick, his balls slapping my chin. I grabbed his steeled ass, moving my fingers over and in between his thighs, fondling, twisting and manipulating the shape of his balls, playing with the soft skin. I could feel the shock waves rippling through his insides, tensing his muscles, jerking him into a violent motion till he relaxes, exploding into my mouth, showering the sides of my mouth with his orgasmic juices. I moan as the hot liquid pours onto my skin, small spurts of his cum spraying down my throat. He groans, his hands gripping my hair as he spasms against my tongue, and I continue to lick him clean, savouring every drop. He slips out of me, helping me to my feet, before facing me with his demonic gaze.

He stepped closer, bending and kissing me brutally, his hand gripped my pants and yanked them open, his fingers moving to my wetness and pushing inside, stroking as his thumb moved against my clit. I whimpered, squeezing his balls. He angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting my mouth while his fingers were inside my clit. He lowered his body, groping my breasts, taking in the mouthful of them, rolling his tongue over my nipples, biting and soothing them. He lowered further, facing my core, his tongue swiping over my slick folds, licking my juices.

“Rhaegar please, I want you,” I moaned, tightening my hold on his hair and arching my back. The ceiling had a large mirror. My toes curled due to the divine sensations fluttering inside me on seeing the reflection of our naked bodies fucking like a pair of songbirds.

He stood on his feet, branding his lips to mine, deepening his kiss. His one hand gripped the back of my neck while the other moved from between my legs to my butt, pulling me against his hard cock. He ground into me and walked forward, ramming my back against a mirror, his lower hand slipping down and cupping my cunt before lifting me and hoisting me up to his waist.

“You are fucking wet!” He murmured against my lips. I groaned into his mouth, rolling my hips against him.

“Fuck me NOW!” I spoke. He pulled back, dragging his dick straight into my slick folds. My world paused as his plunge seared into my wet depths. The waves of pleasure exploded through my nerves as his tip hit my core. My body was whimpering at his onslaught. Pregnancy hormones were already wrecking my body, making my nipples sore and pussy sensitive.

“You need to take more of me,” he growled, as he must have felt my dropping energy levels. He pulled out before thrusting again deeper. My eyes fluttered closed, and my head fell back against the mirror, my body moulding and relaxing into him. He reached my clit, massaging it and pushing in deeper. My relaxed muscles tensed, and pleasure started budding in my core. He kept going faster and deeper, hips moving rhythmically in firm thrusts. He held me tightly, giving a last hard thrust, my pulses soared, and a strong soul-shattering orgasm pumped through my body. He roared his orgasm at the same time, emptying his juices into me, coating my insides with his seed, dripping through my thighs.

I slumped onto his body, his lips reached mine, but I slipped past him on the floor. He caught and supported me before I hit the rough stone floor.

“Natasha, are you okay?” He asked in a worrying tone.

“Yes, just a little tired,” I murmured with closed eyes.

“You should have told me before. You are looking pale, devoid of energy and a bit feverish,” he retorted, rubbing my palms and patting my cheeks.

“I am fine, it's just this stink, it's messing my senses” I spoke before drifting away into a deep sleep. Still, I could feel his fingers on my sensitive skin, as he dressed me. Once I was dressed, something freezing cold like metal landed on my neck, and I jerked in panic. My eyes fluttered, and my body stiffened in response as if readying to defend.

“Relax Natasha, it's not a weapon, just a necklace. It was my mom’s. It is called 'The Diamond eye'. Aunt Mycelle gave me this today.” He spoke, putting it on my neck.

"Why would she do that? I mean, of course, I'm happy that you have something of your mom, but I don't understand, why would Mycelle give you this? Why would she care about your feelings?" I asked.

"Do you like it?" He brushed away my question by counter questioning me.

With much effort, I opened my eyes in a narrow slit, observing the stunning golden chain with a big enclosed plum-sized diamond carved in a shape of a heart as a pendant. It was a set of two necklaces. He put the other one in his pocket. The moment, the stone touched my skin, it started drawing raw power from me as if connecting to my heart and soul.

“It's... it's utterly breathtaking. I loved it. Why are you not wearing it?” I murmured.

“I will when the time comes,” His cryptic answer evoked my curiosity, but I was too numb to react or ask anything.

“What is so special about this necklace?” I asked, twisting the question as I felt he was hiding something from me.

“Promise me, whatever happens, you will never take it off, even if you hate me. This will be your life-saver when the time comes. You will see its power when the time comes.” He spoke, again ignoring my question.

“I will never hate you no matter what,” I murmured, gripping his fingers tightly.

“We will see, now take rest.” He whispered, caressing my head. I drifted back into a deep sleep. But this time, I was transported back to another time, the era of witches. The world of Morrighan and Aurora when they were small girls.

**Morrighan’s POV**

Something hit my senses, my nose cringed as the stink of decomposed flesh percolated my insides, transporting through my veins, wrecking the nerves of my brain. I jolted out from deep sleep, panting and sweating profusely, trying to cover my nose as if that would help me with the stink. I saw Aurora’s worried face. Her hand gripped me tightly as if she was shit scared.

“What happened Aurora?” I asked. It was the middle of the night. The darkest hour, the time when unknown entities roam the realms.

“Ssh…Morri…someone is watching us,” she hushed me, gesturing towards the window of our little house. I looked over at the window seeing nothing.

“There is no one. Is daddy back from the fields?” I asked.

“Ssh…the black-veiled mage is there, she is watching us. She is calling us,” Aurora spoke. I shrugged her away as she was clearly losing it, but I had no explanation for that rotten stink. At the same moment, my peripheral vision caught something. I take a double look at the mirror on the opposite wall of our tiny room.

“No…!” I screamed, as a reflection of a black-veiled mage was snarling at me. Her jelly face was distorted, with dotted eyes and sharp fangs aiming straight at me the way a predator does to its prey. The more I looked, the more distorted her face becomes as if it was fluid. It seems as if they were capable of shifting identity.

"I'm going to teach this flesh-eating mage a lesson," I spoke, getting up from the small wooden bed, reminiscing the earlier events of the day, believing that this mage has something to do with Aurora killing people.

**Natasha’s POV**

I watched Morrighan and Aurora running out of the house, following the mage and Valkyrie to ‘Cursed Soul woods’. Suddenly, my wolf’s Tasha’s voice warned me, “Natasha, wake up, come back. We need to leave this place. NOW!” I was confused as to what happened all of a sudden, but then a stench of a rotten corpse treated with bleach engulfed my senses, transporting me back to my time to the floor of the cavern. I opened my eyes, and they fell on the mirror on the ceiling.

“No…!” I screamed, jolting in panic as it was not my reflection, but of the black-veiled mage, watching me with an enigmatic expression, with her jelly face, dotted eyes, skeletal nose and three layers of incisors. I bolted upright, looking at the mirror on the walls. My heart nearly fell off my chest at the sight of the hundreds of reflections of black-veiled mage snarling and laughing at me. The mist around me belched up constant waves of foul and rancid odours that smelt like sickly excrement. My mind seems to be playing tricks with me, as the green mist around me takes the form of headless and limbless decomposed torsos. They seem to be souls of the victims of these flesh-eating mages, whose tortured whines and tormented screams seared my soul. They were moving to us, closing on the distance to attack us.

“What happened Natasha?” Rhaegar asked, panic coating his voice as well. I pointed at the mirrors and the mist.

“What!? Are you scared of our reflection?” He asked.

“Nope, it’s not us. Those are black-veiled mages and their victims,” I spoke, looking over his confused face. Suddenly, I heard some chants ranted out by those devilish reflections of the mages, echoing through the walls, dissolving the apparations of their headless and limbless victims, before they can reach to attack us. The thing that concerned me was that there was no actual mage, but only the reflection. I grabbed his hand and forced him towards the staircase, reaching the ground floor. Lukas and Damon were lying down on the floor.

“What happened?” Lukas asked, bolting up from his sleeping position.

“Run…Fast!” I snapped, rushing out of the house. They followed me quickly, not understanding the reason for my sudden panic. My wolves were growling at the shadows of the mages who followed us from the basement. My mates were amused by my wolves’ reactions, growling at nothing, for they can't see the mage.

Valkyrie joined, guiding us further up the lone road, high into the mountains. The darkness was thickening, as we crept through the solitary, old, grey path, scattered with leaves and long twigs. I had a feeling that someone was walking behind us, but when I turned to see back, there was no one. The shadows of mages disappeared, but I knew they were still following us. As the path reached deeper into the mountains, the trees on either side shivered as if sensing our presence. It seemed like a nightmare that I feared would never end. The stink thinned out upto some extent, but it doesn't subside my nausea. Twigs and leaves made a deafening crunch underneath our feet.

Then all of a sudden, the trees stopped shaking, and everything went dead silent. I was scared, that I would wake up the whole army of unknown and damned creatures if I even made a breathing sound. The shadows that trees cast on us seemed like black magic, trapping us in their trance.

We walked all the way to the top of the mountain, with me puking all the way, notwithstanding the stink. We reached the barrier of the ‘Cursed soul woods’, for it was the darkest hour of the night when the realm between the living and dead was the weakest. The sky looked like an ocean, with the waves of beautiful Aurora dancing in its glory. The full moon shone brightly, proudly showcasing its sheen. Rhaegar, Lukas and my three wolves were looking at Damon and me. I was on the floor puking like a sick person and about to be passed out, whereas Damon was roaring in pain, as his bones snapped and moulded to take a form of a ghost wolf.

“Fuck! Get a life both of you, or we all are fucking dead!” Rhaegar hissed in frustration, whereas Lukas was trying to wake me up.

"Natasha, please wake up, you need to break the barrier, or we are trapped here forever," Lukas's voice seemed distant, and no matter how hard I tried, my eyes kept getting closed. This stink was melting my bones, working as a poison in my body and if I won't overcome it, then we are all dead.