A/N: My previous Kinktober entry - "Face to Face" - is referenced.

Griffin's hair whipped behind her like she were a ballerina spinning around, following a carefully memorized routine.

It wouldn't take a newcomer long at all to figure out they weren't using the dance studio as intended.

The wall of mirrors captured every angle of her movements and revealed the instinct driving them underneath the precision.

There was no time to think. If she stopped for a moment, she'd lose precious velocity, would fail to react in time to Valtor's incoming attacks.

Spells came naturally to her tongue. The steady stream of power in her hands shifted by the second, only guided by the swishing of his coat, by the twitch of his fingers. Should she wait for his magic to finalize, take form and move their surroundings, it would already be too late.

Still, she was on borrowed time. All he needed to do was tire her out, his reserve of magical energy far grander than any other living being's.

Closing the distance between them was dangerous but her only hope was to outsmart him.

Being too vain for his own good, he threw magic on protective charms for his clothes in battle. He'd hate to see them destroyed, his coat in particular.

She only needed to touch it. Her power would animate it and force him to slow down if he were unwilling to burn it right off his shoulders.

The floor dipped under her feet.

Griffin leaped towards Valtor.

Her magic softened her landing – too close for him to try that again. As soon as her toes touched the ground, she redirected the rest of it into the building charge in her palm.

Valtor already expected her. He caught her hand into his and siphoned the hex away from it.

His free hand brushed against his reflection, the magic draining harmlessly into the enchanted mirror.

Griffin focused the rest of her power on filling her lungs with air.

There were no more viable moves for her.

She had to admit defeat.

Valtor tugged her closer and wrapped his arm around her. Her chest pushed in him with every heaving breath while he was decidedly unaffected.

Then again, he didn't really need to breathe. Not nearly as often as she did.

"I fear I have fallen prey to you, dearest," he sighed theatrically just to make sure they were pressed as close into each other as possible. "Watching you visibly plot my downfall has left me rather... wound-up."

He lifted her fingers to his mouth to press a kiss to them.

She was still coming down from their battle. The rush of arousal on top of it would have brought her to her knees if he weren't clutching her so close to him.

"Though, I suppose there's no harm done," Valtor continued, thumb rubbing patterns into the back of her hand. "We will always be drawn right back to each other."

Griffin followed his gaze to the mirror.

Her reflection didn't look back at her, was too busy kissing Valtor's. Half their clothes were already on the floor and she had her nails into him while he was working on the lacing in the front of her bodice.

Valtor leaned in, his breath tickling her earlobe. "They're not wasting any time making use of that."

Griffin hummed; the sound thrumming through her body had to go somewhere. "Of course not. When that's what you had them do."

Still, she couldn't tear her gaze away. She had to grasp at Valtor, dig her nails into his coat to stop herself from reaching out and pressing her hand into the scene before her eyes.

It wasn't right.

To watch him push her into the mirror and feel not the cold and hardness of the surface against her back but the heat of his skin, of his arm still wrapped around her. To see him cup her breast and lavish it with kisses from his hungry mouth while stuffed in all of her clothes. To witness with her own eyes his fingers disappearing into her and remain just as empty, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"It was your spell that brought them to life, dearest," Valtor's fingers leisurely stroked up and down her spine, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "I have no power over them."

Griffin forced herself to meet his eyes despite whatever truths he might find in them. He'd already read everything he needed in her body language. There wasn't a thought in her head she could keep from him as he'd proven during their sparring.

"Then why do this at all?"

The look in his eyes darkened – not with arousal but something more visceral, something between lust and blood lust. Like he'd reach into her chest and rip out her heart to drink up all the blood spilling from it, then lovingly put it back inside her so he could feel it beating for him in her cunt as he fucked her.

His hands came to her hips, "To make sure we're on the same page."

He spun her around so fast that her knees gave way. It was only his weight pressing her into the reflective surface that kept her on her feet.

The space in the mirror in front of her was empty, no trace of her presence to be found in it. It was like she didn't exist in that other world. Her reflection was its own person, completely independent of her. And she was still clutched in Valtor's arms, right where Griffin could see her when she turned her head to the side.

"Face it, Griffin," Valtor rasped into her ear, his breathing rough and uneven against her.

He was falling in the clutches of desire as well, unable to ignore the sight of her–of them–gripped by each other as soon as they'd gained sentience.

"Your place is by my side. We belong together in any form of existence, all versions of us."

He hiked her skirt up around her waist, unwilling to let it stall him the additional second he would need to vanish it off her form.

"What about my clone?" Griffin desperately grabbed at the first thought in her mind, to brace herself for the touch of his hand.

All she could see in the mirror was her own breath fogging it up and her want for Valtor, so strong it now existed outside the confines of her body. Not a hint of what he was doing.

Her own panting was thunderous in her ears. Her palms slipped against the empty reflection. She'd be carried away in the flood of their joint arousal until there was nothing left of her but a mess of sensation, only Valtor's body against her keeping her whole.

"Sh-she doesn't have a Valtor... of her o-own," she had to swallow down the terror choking her at the idea.

"She also doesn't exist currently," the edges of Valtor's voice dug into her like teeth trying to peel her nerves raw so that his every stroke ran through her like electricity. "Other forms of existence have their limitations."

His cock brushing against her jolted her. Only his palms on her hips steadied her, held fast as the head glided with ease through her arousal.

She had to remind herself to breathe, her lungs greedily sucking in oxygen. "What limitatio-"

She keened when Valtor thrust into her and sheathed his full length in her already fluttering pussy.

The pulse throbbing in her ears wasn't the reason why she hadn't heard her reflection's cries. The mirror didn't produce sound along with the images of another her caught in the bliss of Valtor's closeness, where she belonged.

"Were you saying something, starlight?" Valtor's smirk was palpable against her neck, under her skin, pulling her up just so she could sink back down on his cock.

A downpour of whines spilled from her lips – enough to make up for the silence of their reflections.