_Every time I lose my virginity it’s different._
_Sometimes it’s in a palace, and sometimes it’s in the dirt._
_Sometimes I’m on top, and sometimes my face is buried in a pillow to muffle my screams._
_Sometimes it hurts like hell, and sometimes it’s pure ecstasy._
_But there’s one thing that stays the same, no matter what._
_In every lifetime, you find me._
_I always lose it to you…_
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Every time I lose my virginity, it’s different.
Sometimes it’s in a palace, and sometimes it’s in the dirt.
Sometimes I’m on top, and sometimes my face is buried in a pillow to muffle my screams.
Sometimes it hurts like hell, and sometimes it’s pure ecstasy.
But there’s one thing that stays the same, no matter what.
In every lifetime, you find me.
I always lose it to you.
So don’t keep me waiting too long, my love…
When I was young, my father always told me that the best profession on the planet was being an archaeologist.
Every time he would come home from one of his expeditions, he always brought with him a piece of his discovery.
You can only imagine how amazing our house looked with all the ancient relics.
That’s probably the reason why I became an archaeologist myself, even though I graduated with a degree in Education.
He said that the work might entail long hours of digging, getting dirty, and burning up in the sun, but the end result was worth all the pain.
We would get to discover a new world, a new life, or a new object that no one had ever known existed.
He also used to say that there was a one-in-a-million chance that we could find ourselves in two places at the same time.
Of course, even though I was small back then, I didn’t believe him word-for-word. I mean, how could that even happen, right?
Teleportations and out-of-body experiences were just a figment of the human imagination.
Little did I know at the time that I’d be experiencing them in a literal way.
Like, seriously. In a gut-wrenching, stomach-twisting, literal way.
It all started when I brought an ancient mirror back to my place from my latest dig.
The six-foot-tall mirror looked very old, but it didn’t scream “precious”.
For starters, the frame wasn’t gilded. It wasn’t adorned with rubies or diamonds, either. It was just…simple—with little flowers and elegant curves carved on its sides.
Maybe that’s the reason why the Malta Customs Department had let me bring it home.
I’d dragged it all the way from Malta to my apartment on the twelfth floor of Hedonia Apartment and Suites, in the heart of New York City.
The mirror looked unimportant. Like junk. But I decided to keep it.
Honestly, I don’t know.
I just felt some connection to it.
A feeling that I couldn’t describe.
Plus, it fit in perfectly with my Grecian-themed bedroom.
The first night after I hung up the mirror was…haunting.
Ever felt like something or someone was looking at you while you were falling asleep?
That’s definitely what I was feeling. But I didn’t think too much about it.
I had experienced unexplained things happening around me since I was little.
I had become accustomed to weird flashes of memories that were vague and unclear. I had grown up with them. And I didn’t want to let them ruin my daily life.
But on the fourth day of owning the mirror, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. There was a magnetic pull from it, as if it wanted me to touch its smooth surface.
And touch it I did.
Suddenly, I lost my footing and fell face-first into my own reflection.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on grass with a throbbing headache—my stomach twisting, bile coming up my throat.
It was night, so I couldn’t make out my surroundings very clearly.
But out of the corner of my eye, I saw two silhouettes of humans…
They looked menacing, wearing oddly shaped armor and holding thick, curved blades. And their eyes were on me.
That’s when I knew that I was royally fucked.
I got a dirty mind. I got filthy ways.
Three knocks sounded on my thick door.
A welcome interruption from my current situation. A curly-haired blonde with impressive breasts had been pleasuring me for half an hour already, and I…
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy my mistresses—all fifteen of them.
Hell, I don’t even know—my Council gathered them, not me.
But not one was able to satisfy me.
Her moans were ringing too loudly in my ears. She kept making this donkey-like sound while she rocked her hips up and down on my hard-as-fuck shaft.
It was annoying. Very annoying.
So I was more than happy to hear someone knocking at my door.
“Get out,” I commanded the woman abruptly.
“Oh nooo,” she cried when I sat up and pushed her to the side.
She raised her legs in the air, giving me a good view of her wet core. I peeled my eyes away from it.
“I said OUT. NOW.”
“But, Your Highness…” She gave me a pleading look and then crawled back on top of me. “I’m still soaked…”
“Then go pleasure yourself!” I yelled, scowling at her.
She deflated instantly. Then, with twisted lips, she left the chaise lounge and gathered her clothes from the floor.
She threw open the wide door and stepped outside, bumping straight into a very surprised Sir Guillard. I saw his eyes roam down toward her exposed buttocks as she scurried away.
“Another one, Sire?” he asked me. “You’ll be running out of concubines soon if you don’t give them the love they deserve.”
“Tsk.” I cringed at his words. “What do you want now, Guillard?”
“A moment of your time, Your Highness,” he answered, trying his best not to look at my still-erect cock, which I hadn’t even bothered to cover.
“Two soldiers on patrol along the Forbidden Forest arrested a woman. They are waiting in the throne hall for your advice.”
“Don’t bore me with something like that,” I complained as I stood and pulled up my breeches. “Figure it out yourself.”
I took my leather military jacket from the headboard and donned it, covering my flexing torso.
Guillard bent his head and made a gruff sound. “With all due respect, Sire, I can’t, because I do not understand the woman’s language. She seems…foreign, judging by her clothes.”
I arched a brow. “Foreign?”
That piqued my curiosity.
Images of a distant world flashed through my mind.
No, it can’t be…
But I’ll have to make sure for myself.
“Take me to her,” I ordered.
“WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!” I yelled at the top of my lungs to the two terrifying men towering above me.
Normally, in this situation, a person would cry.
I wasn’t. Not yet.
But I could feel my voice growing hoarse from thrashing and shouting at my captors.
I tried to come to terms with my insane situation.
First, the ancient mirror I’d brought with me from Malta clearly had some kind of magic power.
I knew all about cursed Egyptian objects, voodoo dolls, and items enchanted by witchcraft, but this one…
This was unlike anything I’d ever seen.
How could a perfectly normal woman, standing in her perfectly normal apartment, get suddenly transported to an unknown place with just a touch of a mirror?
I thought stuff like that only happened in movies!
Second, I had been transported to a place that totally contradicted my knowledge of science and history.
When they had captured me, my captors had strapped me to the back of an animal that looked like a cross between an elephant and a gorilla. And while I rode on the surprisingly tame creature, I was able to examine my surroundings.
The path we traversed was dark because the sky lacked stars, and there was no moon visible. The atmosphere was heavy and the place smelled of sulfur and rotting garbage.
But after a few minutes of riding, everything started to change.
The god-awful smell dissipated and the air grew lighter. The dirt beneath me looked like Earth’s, but the water and the sky were another story.
We passed a lake, and I noticed that the water had a silvery, glowy appearance to it. The sky was filled by what looked like Aurora Borealis, but better than anything you could see in the Earth’s North and South poles.
The plants were green, same as on Earth, but I could have sworn they also had a silvery undertone. It was truly unusual.
I mean, I’m an archaeologist. I study the past and, so far in my extensive research, I haven’t read of any place like this one.
And then, there was the language that my captors were speaking to me.
I couldn’t even understand one word that they were saying to me, and they clearly didn’t comprehend any English.
“Let me go!” I yelled at my captors again and again and again.
One of them snapped his head toward me. “Duskime!” he said.
I am as clueless as you are.
“What the hell are you talking about?!” I clenched my teeth. “I can’t… I can’t stay here!”
The creature that I was riding stopped in front of a huge palace, and in an instant, my captors grabbed hold of me and pulled me inside.
I looked around in awe at the tall arched roof, thick pillars, stained-glass windows, mirror walls, and humongous chandeliers.
Finally, my eyes landed on an elaborate throne, high up in front of me, probably for their king to sit on.
The men threw me down onto the marble floor and then stood at attention, staring at the throne.
They were clearly waiting for their king to decide my fate.
“Let me go home!” I shouted again.
By now, I could infer that the word meant something along the lines of “shut the fuck up.”
That’s when I heard the sound of footsteps ringing through the great hall.
I saw the silhouette of a man, tall with long, jet-black hair, who quickly averted his eyes.
Is this him?
The king himself?
My only hope for mercy or certain death?
But he didn’t look like any king I’d ever seen. And he didn’t take his seat on the throne as I expected.
Instead, when he saw me, he walked straight toward me at a quick, frantic pace.
I raised my gaze to his.
When our eyes locked, his face flashed with a look of anguish. Or relief? Or fury? Or desire?
I couldn’t understand his expression, but in the pit of my stomach I felt that one thing was certain…
I’m definitely royally fucked.
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The next thing I knew, the handsome king’s hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up.
“Ahhh!” I yelped, pain shooting through my scalp.
My hands immediately clawed at his arm, but each time I pulled it down, his hold on my hair tightened. His free hand cupped my jaw, angling my head toward the light.
He was examining me.
I was about to yell out for help when his face shifted, and I could see the depth of his striking eyes. Pale, violet irises that had splinters of gold in them.
They were mesmerizing…unlike any eyes I had seen on Earth.
“You’re…hurting me!” I gasped as his hands gripped my jaw.
His stoic face was almost unreadable, but I saw his thoughts racing, as if he was trying to make sense of me.
Suddenly, he released me, and I fell to the ground, breathing hard.
“Suteca…,” he whispered.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him kneel, joining me on the ground. He reached for my right elbow, tenderly this time, but I didn’t give him the chance.
I scrambled onto my feet and bolted from the room, running as fast as I could.
My heart pounded.
It was a do-or-die situation.
My target was the arched double doors at the end of the hall, and if luck sided with me, I might not encounter any soldiers outside.
I could escape straight ahead to wherever my feet could bring me, wherever was safe and sound.
“Melata duskem!” I heard the man yell out, his voice booming.
I heard the sound of heavy metal clanking behind me as soldiers chased after me.
I pushed the doors open and found myself running into an empty courtyard. My mind was racing, scrambling to think of any ideas on how to escape this strange place.
I passed a large fountain spouting silvery water and ran by dozens of large statues.
“Get back here!” the soldiers behind me shouted loudly. A dozen men in heavy silver armor were sprinting after me, their glinting swords drawn.
Even the taekwondo I had done in college wouldn’t have helped me against those blades.
But when I heard a loud roar coming from one of the tallest roofs, I knew those swords were the least of my worries.
I stole a glance back toward the sound, and my mouth immediately dropped as I saw the glinting object in the sky.
There was only one word that came to my mind when I saw it.
Silvery golden scales covered its muscled body, and giant sharp claws flashed in the moonlight.
Its long tail looked like a scorpion’s, with a large, deadly stinger at the end.
Its golden wings—all six of them—kept it soaring gracefully above me.
Finally, it had a head the shape of a proud lion—a mane of golden-brown around its neck, but with four horns protruding from its skull.
It was the most terrifying, yet beautiful, creature I had ever seen in my life.
And to make things even worse, it was staring right at me.
My heart racing, I turned into a dark alleyway to escape from both the soldiers and the creature.
That’s when I heard another roar.
This time, angrier.
I looked up to see the creature swooping down at me.
As it did, its lion head transformed.
A dragon’s head, black as night, bared its teeth and snapped in my direction, looking at me with glowing red eyes.
The earth shook as it crashed into the roofs above me, tiles raining down.
My heart felt as if it had jumped right out of my rib cage, but I kept running and running.
I looked desperately for an open door. I found the nearest one and ran through it, hoping for the best.
But that hope disappeared all too soon when I found a blade pointed directly at my throat.
The same man from before towered over me, his jet-black hair gleaming in the light. His sudden appearance was impossible.
How the hell did he get here so fast?
“Who are you?” he asked in a deep, commanding voice.
Amazingly, he spoke in English this time. It stunned me to hear my own language in this strange world, but right now, I had bigger concerns.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” I said, in between trembling breaths. “I just need a place to hide!”
I listened for the roars of the beast outside, but the night was filled with silence. The attacking creature must have alerted the man as to where I was and then flown off.
The danger wasn’t over, however.
I could hear the soldiers’ footsteps approaching outside.
The man clenched his jaw and stepped forward, pressing the tip of the slender sword millimeters closer to my throat.
“Please!” I gasped. “Please!”
For the first time since I had been thrown into this weird world, I felt tears escaping my eyes.
There was no getting away from this craziness. I felt completely hopeless.
Then, he raised his sword up.
But instead of cutting my throat, he shoved me behind some stacked barrels nearby, right as the soldiers appeared.
“Su Anti!” I heard two soldiers shout together, surprised. I shrank against the barrels, trying to hold my breath.
“Vrara ek sra amimke?” the man said coolly. I noticed his tall frame shift to the side, probably to cover me even more.
“Ami slina hassavemb omik, Su Anti!”
The man chuckled.
“Duskime,” he said, and then raised his sword in their direction.
The soldier gasped, and my imagination told me the man’s blade was pressed into the soldier’s throat, just like what he had done to me earlier.
“Somme mir amimke, jehk!” the man commanded.
“Ai, Su Anti!”
The next thing I knew, the soldiers’ boots were faint in my ears. I took a deep breath.
I could still feel my heart thumping, but the fact that this stranger had saved me made me feel a little at ease.
“Um…th-thank you,” I said as I pushed myself up and out of the barrels, looking at the sky just to make sure that the flying creature wasn’t still there.
Fortunately, it wasn’t.
“Who are you, woman?” he said, returning his sword to its scabbard.
“I should be asking that of you,” I remarked. “And how do you know my language?”
He took a step forward. “You have five seconds to explain your presence in this castle or else I will—”
I didn’t stick around to hear what he would do to me.
Based on the way he had treated those soldiers, I only knew two things about this man.
He is powerful, and he is dangerous.
I bolted outside, away from him again, not knowing where I was going in the dark.
Suddenly I noticed the silver gleam of a man-made stream in front of me.
It was already too late to turn back.
Letting out a surprised yelp, I plunged into the ice-cold water.
But instead of getting wet, I fell right into a dizzying, strange blackness.
I found myself back in my apartment. Sprawled right in front of the ancient mirror.
Surprisingly, my clothes were dry, but I was panting like crazy.
“Oh my God, what is happening to me?” I cried out, more confused than I’d ever been.
I held my head, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
But any attempts to be logical about it just made my head throb more.
My order of mango juice, beef with broccoli, and mashed potatoes sat steaming in front of me.
I was starving, and after inexplicably traveling to another dimension, I didn’t want to stay at home and cook.
I took a few bites, but my mind quickly wandered back to what had happened with the mirror.
I’d been trying to consider it just a dream, but the memory of that unusual place was too clear in my head.
The silvery color of the water, and the vibrant sky; the monster chasing me, and the king with the incredible eyes.
It was all too real.
And it had no explanation.
I switched my laptop on and started researching online for anything I could find regarding that weird place.
I used keywords like “silver water” and “magic mirrors” to filter down my search.
I knew it wasn’t my best shot, but I had nothing else to go off of.
The closest thing I could find about the monster was a chimera, a monster from Greek mythology with a lion’s head, golden wings, and a scorpion’s tail.
But useless myths and some CGI drawings on DeviantArt—which I wouldn’t exactly call masterpieces—weren’t helpful.
Ultimately, I was left feeling unsatisfied, with more questions than answers piling up in my head.
“Anything else you want, Ms. Holland?” the waitress asked, taking my attention away from my laptop screen.
“No, everything is good. Thanks,” I answered, giving her a smile, despite my growing headache.
“Enjoy your food.” My eyes snapped toward the forgotten food behind my laptop.
I started devouring my order.
After a few minutes, my cell phone rang and vibrated on top of the table.
I saw the caller ID and smiled.
“Ms. Holland, just reminding you that the papers on the Malta Church excavation for Archeology Weekly are due tonight.”
Bernard was my secretary. He was good at his job, and very dedicated to it.
“Yeah, I’ll be reviewing the report when I get home,” I said.
“I’ll send you a copy with my signature at the bottom when I’m finished. Bye, Bernard,” I continued, before he could barrage me with a rant about a million other things that needed doing.
I collected my things, including the laptop and notepad I had spread across the dining table.
I left my half-finished plate and made my way toward the exit.
Even when I was on some bizarre adventure in some dream world, work and real life responsibilities carried on like always.
But before I could tend to them, there was one more thing that I had to do.
Staring timidly at my reflection in the silver mirror, I resolved that I needed to get this cursed object out of my apartment—before it ruined my life anymore than it already had.
I decided I would donate it to the university, where they would hopefully stow it away somewhere deep inside their archives.
I dialed Professor Mallorie, an old friend and colleague who could help take it off my hands.
But as I lifted the phone to my ear, I saw something that made me scream, and sent my phone crashing to the floor.
It was him.
The alluring stranger.
Standing right behind me in my reflection.
My eyes locked with his violet one’s through the silver surface and I was paralyzed by his gaze, unable to move a muscle—or even breathe.
Powerless, I watched as his hands wrapped around my body.
And then, one button at a time, he started to unfasten my Oxford shirt until my chest, and then my stomach, were exposed.
In one swift motion, he pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra, letting both garments fall to my feet.
He stared at my form through the mirror, undressed from the hips up.
His large, sturdy hands clasped my waist, pulling me closer.
Then, moving up my ribcage, he cupped my breasts, his hands doing a better job at containing them than my bra ever could.
I sighed and closed my eyes, relishing in the electrical surge of his touch.
I wanted nothing more than for him to continue his exploration of my body.
To move further down…
But when my eyes opened again, he was gone.
I looked around, completely disoriented, and found that I was fully clothed, standing alone in my apartment.
The only evidence of the stranger’s appearance was the undeniable dampness in my underwear.
“Nicolette?” I could hear the faint voice of Professor Mallorie calling my name through my phone, which was lying facedown on the floor.
I reached for it, trying to catch my breath.
“Hello?” I said.
“Ah, there you are,” Professor Mallorie said. “I must have bad service. I thought I lost you.”
“I thought I lost me too…,” I said with a desperate sigh. “I have something for the archives. But I need you to come collect it today.”
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