"I want you," the illusion breathes.

"You're so beautiful," illusion-Serik murmurs back.

She giggles and nips the tip of her tongue enough to draw blood and kisses him again.

That has - effects.

It has effects on real Serik too, for that matter.

Ooh, effects. 

One of the illusion's hands wanders downward.

Down is a good direction!

But -

"It's surprisingly hard to keep up," says real-Serik. "I keep feeling like I'm not - thinking fast enough..."

"...Mm, fair enough," she nods. "I'm keeping up okay but I think I can feel the edges of what you mean."

"Yeah." He kisses her and dismisses his illusion. "It was a good idea, though."

Her illusion vanishes too after another few seconds. "Oh well. There's other fun ideas."

Snuggle. Kiss. "Oh?"

Snuggle. Kiss. "Unless you've been sneaking off while I was asleep, I don't think you've had the chance to get off since you watched me with Tarro and Maran."

"That's true."

"And you've had the chance to see the kind of thing I showed you in illusions now."

...he smiles. "Also true."

Kiss. "I think a little symmetry might be appropriate, don't you?"

"Mm. Maybe." He pets her hair. "You were lovely."

"I thought you'd like it."

"You were right! I still hate your curse on principle but I'll admit I'm very glad I got to see that. Watching them rape you was just..." he sighs happily. "Beautiful."

"It'll be worse next time, now they know I'm immortal," she says.

He kisses her.

She kisses back.

"I love you," he murmurs. "I don't want you to suffer but oh do I like to watch."

"I love you," she says. "I don't like to suffer but I like that if I have to at least you get something out of it. When he cut me the first time I thought at least Serik will be enjoying this."

"I did, I really really did." Kiss.

Kiss. "So show me? I like to watch too."