That day Sinbad spent a majority of his time pacing in his room in front of the mirror and thinking. She'd touched him. He still couldn't seem to wrap his mind around that fact. But there it was as clear as the nose on his face.

She had somehow managed to touch him. To trace her gentle fingers along the curve of his jaw in such a loving caress that it made him shiver and his manhood ache with such longing that he wished so strongly to take her into his arms and hold her.

Which meant that she could probably see him even if he couldn't see her. Which was good for the king to know if he was going to implement a plan of some sort in order to touch her as well. After all, what fun was it for just the woman to become familiar with him and his body? Why shouldn't he become familiar with hers as well?

Especially since he planned to find a way to bring her to Sindria and wed her.

Moving over to the mirror, he extended one of his hands and laid it flat against the cool glass of the mirror and thought for a moment. How best to get an obviously enchanted object to react?

The answer was rukh. To get a magical or enchanted object to react to his wishes, he needed to feed it some of his rukh. Not much, and certainly not enough to drain him- but enough to bend the enchantment (whatever it was) to his will. Closing his gold colored eyes, he focused on doing just that and after a moment or so felt the glass begin to warm under his fingertips and slowly opened his eyes as the surface began to ripple under his hand, signaling to him that he would once again see his future queen.

Standing there patiently as the image of his queen formed, he could see that this time she was bathing this time. Her body half submerged by soapy water and her long hair was up in a strange style to keep it off of her nape while she splashed around in the waters.

Mouth dry, heart hammering against his ribs, his breathing feeling more than a little strained and his cock throbbing painfully. Dear gods- he didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful image to behold than the woman he would marry one day very, very soon.

But for now- for now, he wished to touch her as she had him earlier when he'd been in such distress.

Taking a moment to remove his hand from the mirror, he quickly striped down so that he was as naked as she. His muscles flexing under his golden tan skin as he reached up and untied the leather tie at his nape- freeing his long purple hair while he thought about how to go about what he was planning.

She stood up and he inhaled sharply at the sight of her lovely body as his cock throbbed as if to remind him that it was still there and standing ready or action. As his eyes were drawn to every dip, every valley and every curve of her body.

Reaching up, Sinbad put his index finger and middle finger in his mouth and wet them with his tongue as he waited for his future queen to dry herself off just enough to feel what he was going to do to her body and when he saw the opening he needed- he took it.

Removing his fingers from his mouth to run them along the shell of her ear and down to her neck then leaned forward a bit and breathed along the image of her nape, noting how she suddenly froze up. All movement's suddenly ceasing as if they had never been a moment before she slowly reached up to touch her nape. A small frown marring her features as Sinbad continued his assault on her senses.

Moving forward until the entire front of his body was pressed against the mirror, he built a strong mental image in his mind of standing right behind her. His hands resting lightly on her hips, his throbbing sex resting against the small of her back, rubbing himself against her as he pressed his mouth against her shoulder and almost could feel her twitch under his ministrations.

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Mya's mind was spinning from the second she felt the phantom hands and- and other things, touching her. The phantom hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere all at once. And though she knew it was wrong, and wanted to feel- well a certain level of anger and violation.

Her mind and body just didn't seem to want to cooperate with her as she felt herself being maneuvered so that her back was against the sink counter, mere moments before she felt something hard and wet scrape against her throat semi roughly before those hot phantom lips kissed the slight stinging sensation left in their wake, away.

She brought her hands up to her chest as if to protect herself from what was happening when she felt something tug, once, twice- three times on her bath towel before it fell away from her. Leaving her totally exposed. Something that she hadn't been expecting as the phantom hands and mouth continued their assault on her body until she felt so weak in the knees that she would have fallen if the invisible force hadn't have been there to hold her up.

She felt large invisible hands cup and tease her breasts as the mouth kissed it's way down from her throat to where the hands were- sending little shock waves of electricity through her body before one of the hands slipped between her legs and began to gently probe and stroke her most secret place, causing her to arch her back and scream as she was tormented until she came.

Then just like they had appeared, the phantom man vanished. Leaving her sitting on the floor of her bathroom in a puddle of her own cum wondering what the hell had just happened.