Sir Integra Hellsing lay on her bed, clenching her jaw tightly. Her sweet sixteen party had been a dismal failure. The only girls from school who bothered to show up had done so purely to mock Integra. After they finished flouncing out in a flurry of Chanel and Gucci, the party’s attendance had been reduced to Integra and the Organization’s employees.
Oh, they tried to make it up to their leader. Joking, laughing, playing her favorite bands… but it was no use. A teenager knows when she’s been wronged, and Integra had most definitely been wronged. Damned if they would find her playing to their stupid feminine games anymore. Integra stood from the bed and tore off her dress, dropping it in a heap on the floor. The uncomfortable strapless bra followed it a minute later. As she bent over to pull off her panty hose, she caught sight of her mirror.
It was black. “Is it broken somehow?” Integra wondered, dropping the crumpled hose to the floor. She didn’t see any reflection in the mirror as she crossed the room. When she stood in front of it, it seemed to… ripple, or blink. Integra wasn’t sure how to describe it. She’d never seen a mirror do anything like that before.
And then she was looking at herself. At first, the reflection was of her own, still girlish body, but after a minute it seemed to change. As Integra watched, the girl in the mirror grew taller, more muscled, more curved. She noticed, surprised, that her eyes were red. She was older, but still a mirror of Integra, following the younger girl’s every movement as she admired her body, nude except for her panties.
In the course of her inspections, Integra accidentally brushed her hand over her nipple. A shudder of pleasure ran through her body. For a moment, she was utterly horrified. Then curiousity overcame her disgust, and she touched her nipple again. The sensation was only more intense. In moments desire overcame curiousity, and Integra was on her bed, rubbing and kneading her breasts. She closed her eyes, writhing on the bed.
The first night black tentacle slid out of the mirror and up the side of Integra’s bed. It slithered sensually along her leg and tickled her crotch. Reflexively, Integra reached her hands down to swat it away, and brushed her fingers over her clit instead. She gasped with newfound pleasure and quickly began stroking the swollen nub. The tentacle, now forgotten, split in two and picked up where her hands had left off, teasing her nipples.
A single red eye opened in the mirror. Integra was too occupied to notice. Another one followed, then four, then a dozen, until the mirror was full of softly glowing eyes, like a sky full of armageddon. On the bed, Integra moaned and gasped to her first orgasm. As one, the eyes closed and faded. Her body collapsed in exhaustion, the tentacles retreated, and young Integra fell asleep.
