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Michael Handler's Review: 9: an odd and wonderful sort of fairy tale
Ava Petit-Mountain's Review: 9: Eli ventures into Tanith Lee territory

[I have done a little mixing of tense with this that I believe is
proper, but I am not very happy with the feel. The story is in the
past tense, but details which are constant through the time frame of
the story are in the present tense. Eg: Every weekend, when Bill was
around, Jean used to lick his underwear clean. Bill wore briefs, not
boxers. Jean loves the taste of briefs.]

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                           Enigma in the Mirror
                            by Eli the Bearded
                              Eli@netusa.net


   "She is mirour of alle curteisye."
    -- _The Canterbury Tales_, The Man of Law's Tale, by Geoffrey Chaucer


   "The summer hath his joys, And the winter his delights; Though love and
    all his pleasures are but toys, The shorten tedious nights."
    -- "Winter Nights," stanza 2, by Robert Campion

   "I love to see, when leaves depart, The clear anatomy arrive, Winter,
    the paragon of art, That kills all forms of life and feeling Save what
    is pure and will survive."
    -- "Autumn," stanza 1, by Roy Campbell

  _________________________________________________________________

Green was a small child when he first noticed her in the mirror. Had
he been older he surely would have wondered how she came to be there,
but young as he was, mirrors were weird and mysterious things with
unknown powers.

She existed only as an image in the glass living in a backwards house
otherwise identical to the one Green lived in. Being so young, Green
was undistraught that the mirror with the girl did not reflect him.

Again if he had been older he might have given her a name of depth and
significance such as Enigma or something fancier. But as it happened,
he first saw her on the day of the season's first snow, and in
season's spirit called her Winter.

Green was decidedly fascinated with her and would watch her often.
There were times that Winter would notice and wave to him. She was
very quiet living behind the glass. Nothing she ever did made any
sound and she never tried to talk. Occasionally Green had seen her
laugh but with it came no noise.

Winter was obviously older than him by a few years. Her hair quite
blonde, skin very fair, eyes a deep blue. As a girls she always wore
simple shifts of solid hues, sometimes she would have matching
slippers but mostly she went barefoot.

Gradually the two of them worked out a pantomime language of sorts.
The vocabulary was small and the grammar had little detail to it, but
it sufficed for games and pleasantries. There was not much need for an
elaborate language between them, as the physics of the mirror allowed
them to touch and move the same objects even if they could not touch
each other.

Green never told his family about the mirror or the girl within the
glass. He was jealous of his older siblings and wanted to keep this
treasure for himself. They never noticed her, but then their
reflections came up in this mirror.
  _________________________________________________________________

Winter, as girls older than boys are wont to do, reached puberty long
before Green. She was confused and shameful of the changes she
experienced and often hid from him. In her absence Green grew lonely
and longed for her. In hopes of charming her back he drew and painted
scenic winterscapes with spectacular sunsets. These he mounted to the
walls around the mirror so that the reflected counter parts would
illustrate the room on her side.

On those days when he did see her, he marveled at the way she was
changing. She tried to hide it by wearing bulky clothes, but it was
obvious that her body was growing into a thing of great beauty.
  _________________________________________________________________

Then Green started noticing the changes in his body. It was his turn
to hide from her and her turn to woo him with art. Winter painted
pictures of lush greenery to hang upon the walls. In a few she
included herself surrounded by leafy shrubs and entangled in strong
vines. She dressed to look gorgeous as she worked on these. Wearing
form fitting sheaths of rich color she hoped to lure him with her
elegant waspish waist and bold bust.

Green would hide outside the room and watch her through a crack as she
painted. He felt a stirring in his heart and a longing in his loins,
but for embarrassment remained hid. At night after she had left, he
would often go in to admire the art. One picture he treasured
especially was of Winter, one arm akimbo, the other holding an ornate
ivy leaf in front of her chin.

In this picture her hair had the luster of white flax, her skin the
tone of pearls, her lips red like a pomegranate. He noticed and was
pleased by those details, but there were others that especially awed
him. Beneath the saffron chiffon robe firms breasts with small, sharp
pink nipples; faint soft hair at the lowest part of her visible torso,
which marked the top of her delta -- these were sights that made him
yearn for a path through the glass portal that at once joined and
separated the two worlds.
  _________________________________________________________________

Eventually Green became comfortable with his new body. He kept his
beard trimmed, but wore a small mustache; he lifted weights to shape
his taller body, he wore boxers instead of briefs to keep his now much
larger anatomy comfortable. He would go shirtless in front of the
mirror to show Winter the body he now had pride in. She was obviously
happy and impressed.

The wall of glass frustrated him no end, however. He had found that he
could feel her warmth radiate through the glass, but found no way to
pass matter through it.

Green had made a friend of one of his teachers, Mr. Jacobs. It was to
him that Green first told anyone else about Winter. Mr. Jacobs is a
man of odd beliefs. He had no trouble believing the story this young
student had presented to him and was very interested in it. The mirror
intrigued Mr Jacobs and the sweet romance touched his heart. They say
familiarity kills curiosity without increasing knowledge. Mr Jacobs,
lacking familiarity, retained strong curiosity about the mirror.

One day he enquired, "Since you reflect in all mirrors except this
one, what would happen if you used another mirror to reflect yourself
into this one?"

Green left school early that day and didn't come in at all on the
morrow.

Winter, Green discovered, is not human. She looks very much homo
sapiens, but she has definite quirks. Sound is foreign to her. She can
neither hear nor make sound, even her chest holds no heartbeat. Her
body is too hot. Her chest heaves with a breathing reflex, but act is
not vital to her and seems vestigial. She is lighter than a human her
size would be, it is probably on account of her bones. Most, if not
all of them, are like hard rubber: strong but not brittle. With some
effort and a fair amount of pain she can bend any of the major bones
in her limbs into a right angle.

The discoveries were not immediate and many of the details were long
in hiding; but it was his first act of sex with her that was the
giveaway.

Winter was very surprised when she found Green wandering the house on
her side of the mirror. She was also very joyous. Green near ran to
Winter to hug her. They held each other tight for a long moment, then
Green loosened his grip and Winter followed his lead. He leaned back
to look at her and smile then came back in to give her a deep kiss.
That her mouth tasted like orange sherbert did not alert him to her
true nature. Instead, orange sherbert, a flavor Green had never taken
much notice of before, became a favorite of his immediately.

This time she pulled away from him. She stared into his eyes, a smile
on her face, a tear forming in one eye. She then began pecking little
kisses around his face and especially around his eyes. She rubbed her
fingers through his hair and he returned the favor. He had not
expected it but found himself oddly delighted when she kissed and
licked his eyes. Then she returned her mouth to his. Green put his
arms around her waist and lifted her into this kiss.

After Winter pulled away, they stared into each other's eyes a moment,
then Green put her down and they began undressing each other. Being as
familiar as each was to the sight of the other's body, and being as
unfamiliar as each was with the feel of the other's body, the
disrobing was a hasty necessity so that they could go on exploring
each other.

After the cumbersome clothes had been cast off, Green started to kiss
and suck the firm nipples atop her small breasts. At first he
alternated between the two with Winter guiding his hands to hold and
massage them all the while. Then he began spending more and more time
on the slightly larger of the two nipples. He licked the nubs around
her areola, placed as much of the small breast as he could in his
mouth to suck on it, pinched the flesh between his teeth and tongue.
Winter rubbed his shoulders and ran her fingers through his soft dark
chest hair. She pinched his nipples and guided his hands to her free
breast.

Green would have continued, perhaps for hours, sucking, feeling, and
taunting her breasts, had not Winter gently pushed his head lower. His
kissed a dotted line down the center of her trunk and stopped at her
navel for a few wags of his tongue. The licks tickled and Winter
giggled her mute laugh. He kissed until he reached her soft blonde
hair. He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose through the patch
savoring Winter's scent. After a few moments of this he turned to her
knee and kissed it gently and slowly. A few quick pecks along her leg
put him at her inner thigh. Green then kissed and nibbled his way back
into her crotch.

He paused, his face so close to her he could just barely focus on her
slit. She was wet, her lips were large, her clit was visibly
protruding. Green stared, tearful with glee, took a deep breath,
closed his eyes, stretched out his tongue and moved in.

She was warm against his face and hot in his mouth. The taste was
unmatched in Green's experience. At first he licked deep in a long top
to bottom motion that lingered lightly on her button. Then he brought
in his hands. One carefully inserted a finger and the other traced
along the labia and pinched her clitoris. He lapped up her lubricating
liquid fast and slow, softly with passion and deeply with vigor. With
a long slurping kiss he sucked her inner labia into his mouth. He felt
her body get warmer and opened his eyes a squint.

She was faintly glowing.

He was startled for a moment and paused. Winter did not notice his
alarm but did not like the hesitancy. She pushed his face into to her
bush. He resumed his lingual exploration of her salacious wet folds.
It did not take Green long to notice the glowing matched her
excitement, nor did it take her long to brighten.

He began a pattern of deep licks that were careful to hit her bud on
the rise. Whilst eating so, he also massaged the area in a slow firm
circular pattern. Winter's glow began radiating in ripples out from
delta which stayed steady bright. Each time the ring ran further out.
Her legs were tensing and she arched her back slightly. The rings
moved faster and grew wider as Green speeded the pace. She pushed
herself into his mouth, she gripped his hair and pulled him in.

Then as a ripple wide as a handspan shot out, she relaxed. Green knew
it was over but continued to slurp up her fine fluid for a few minutes
more. Winter tousled his hair as he licked.

When he stopped and lifted his face to look into her eyes, Green saw
the most intensely loving look he had ever seen. He put his cheek to
her belly button and hugged hard.

Silent as always Winter nudged him onto his back. The erection he had
been ignoring now stood proudly up from his prone position. She poked
a pinky into his meatus moist with precum. She withdrew her probe and
tasted the tip. She smiled then leaned over to kiss one of his
nipples. It hardened instantly upon her touch.

Winter positioned herself over his xiphoid appendage, her hands
clutching his chest, his guiding her with a firm rear grip, she
lowered her box over him. Her ridged enclosure was quite inhuman, but
Green did not know that and given the wild sensations it created he
certainly did not mind.

She began raising and lowering her hot wet grip over his erection.
Green was rubbing and squeezing her rump when she started but, as she
became comfortable with the motion and speeded, the bounce of her
breasts became an absorbing sight so he reached up and grabbed and
fondled the white mountains.

Again as she grew excited she glowed. But this time with Green's
grabbing added to the situation, there were three centers of light.
Her nethers lit up as before and her pink nipples had a cherry red
light. With sharp pinches rings raced down her breasts fading to white
at her chest.

Winter's dripping lube seemed cool running over his relaxed scrotum.
Her inner ridges where were pushing Green fast towards his peak. He
stared into her blue eyes. She understood his plea for haste and began
fingering her clit. The nether ripples again spread out. It was only a
few moments before the ring glow from her breasts met with the rings
from her sex. Where they touched there were halos of glowing sparks.

Green reached his height and cum began flowing. Two bobs later the
handspan ring shot out. Winter did a few more up-down cycles after
that then lay down on Green's chest.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear. She made no response.

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Elijah
pet peeve: people misusing akimbo (<ME in kenebowe, "in keen bow")

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                           Enigma in the Mirror
                            by Eli the Bearded
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