Azims' mirrage

Imázim, the mirror of Azim, that is my name. I am his mirror image, Azim, my father. The only difference between us is our skin colour. His, alabaster white, like it has never been touched by sun light. Mine is darker, almost golden. It comes from my mother he always says. My mother with golden skin and azure eyes.

But I am not her image, I am my fathers. Same jet black hair streaming down our backs. Same piercing green eyes that can outstare even a tiger. Our bodies are long and slim, his slightly taller than mine.

They always praise me, his son and are to the throne, for my bright mind and strong body they sing hymns. But their words mean nothing to me. Only my father and king can make me feel proud, only he can make my heart beat fast. His voice like dark velvet when he speaks to me, it always make me feel calm and safe. My only wish in this world is to make him proud over me.

I study hard for the day I will take his place and train my body so that it can protect him until that day comes. When I was younger that was all I needed to do to make him happy. But on my thirteenth birthday he showed me yet another way to please him.

After my birthday celebrations he called me into his chamber. Before that day I had never entered my father’s room so I was much exited and curios on what to come.

It really was an extraordinary bed chamber, fit for a king. The gigantic bed took one third of the room. Drapes in read and gold hung from the walls, hiding the stone beneath. The air was thick with incense which made my head feel light and slightly dizzy. He sat on one of the big cushions that lay all over the floor like waves on the ocean.

"Come Imá, sit by my side" Only he use that name for me, Imá, my mirror.

I hurried forward and kneeled down beside, my gaze on his crossed legs. No one, not even me looks into his eyes without his permission.

"My precious son" he said lifting my chin up, jade eyes meeting jade.
"For thirteen years I have cared for you and you have been a good son and student."

I felt my face blush ever so slightly as it always did when he praised me.

"Now you have reached maturity and it's my duty...no privilege to teach you the most important lessons of all."

With this he bent down, pressing his lips against mine. I was surprised beyond boundaries. Of course he had kissed me before but only on the cheek or on the top of my head. Actually no one had ever kissed me like this before and the experience made my head spin.

I let out a gasp which only increased the warm feeling in my stomach as I felt a wet tough slip past my lips. I had no idea what was the proper thing to do, so I did the only thing that came in to my mind, I kissed back with all my newfound desire for my father and king. A big hand lay on the small of my back, pressing our bodies’ together.

When he drew away from the kiss, I immediately lowered my gaze, slightly ashamed over what I had just done but at the same time, wanting more. A bell like laugh came to my ears and a soft palm stroke a red cheek.

"Do not worry, beautiful one, because this will only give you pleasure and joy."

Slowly I lifted my eyes to his lips and uttered my first word since I entered his chamber.

"Do you find me beautiful?"

Again came that beautiful laughter and his lips came down to brush over mine.

"Aren't you my mirror image Imá? I find you as beautiful as I know you find me. Our bodies are almost the same and the tings I will teach you will join not only our bodies but our souls as well."

As he spoke his lips wandered down my body, leaving trails of fire against my flushed skin. When he bit down on one of my nipples I couldn't help but moan. The sensations was overwhelming me and clouding my mind. His mouth continued to travel downwards until he reached my navel where he stopped to dip his tough in it as if it was filled with honey.

"Uhhn, f-father, what's happening to me?"

It felt like my whole body was on fire and a big pressure was building in my stomach and between my legs.

"Sshh, my flower, welcome the sensations of the body; let them take you to the place where time and space do not exist."

He whispered before he slipped of my trousers off so that I lay bare before his eyes. My member stood proud against my leg and ashamed I tried to cover it. He firmly pushed my hand away and bent his head down, gently sucking on the tip. I couldn't help but throw my body down at the cushion and moan out his name as the pleasure washed over me. I felt him smile against me and he took all of me in his mouth in one swift motion.

"F-father...ah, please..."

I didn't know what I was begging for but he seemed to understand because he started to bob his head, sucking away at my manhood as if it was some kind of delicious treat.

I dug my fingers into the cushion, wishing it was his onyx hair I was clinging to. But even doing this to me he was still my king and I knew I couldn’t touch him unless he gave me his permission.

Oh the things he did with his mouth, it was driving me mad! With his tough he stroked the underside of my member; his fingers gently massaged my sac. My moans and pleas grew higher and higher until I thought the whole palace must hear me. Hips buckled up to meet the warm wetness that engulfed me but a strong hand pressed them down, he would take me in his own pace. Panting and trashing on the cushion I was sure the intension of it all was going to cost me my life.

Suddenly I felt something burst within me and with a final scream I was thrown into the first orgasm of my life. When I came down from my orgasmic bliss it was his warm eyes that I firs saw. He was still lying between my thighs and was smiling like a cat that had fallen into the cream pot.

"I will dare to guess that you liked my little lesson." he said still smiling.

"Yes, I haven’t felt anything like this before" I said blushing and slight out of breath.
The sight of him lying between my legs, hair falling down over his eyes and lips puffed and moist, it was slowly making me hard again. He noticed this and burst out in a ringing laughter.

"Ah! The power of youth." He said scooping me up in his arm and rising from the floor, carrying me to his bed.

He laid me down as gently as I was made of glass and still standing, slowly took of the dark blue robe that covered him, showing creamy white skin. I stared in awe as he reviled his beautiful body for me. He was long and slim, not a single hair on his chest or under his arm pits, only over his proud erection laid a nest of curly black hair.

Now that he stood like this before me I saw for the first time how alike we were. He was older and larger in all ways, yes, but I know that some day I to would get the god like impression he had. I didn't know were my courage came from but I couldn’t help but to reach out and touch that beautiful skin of his. He shivered at my touch and hastily I drove my hand back, only to have it caught and placed over the dark hair of his manhood.

"Don't be afraid Imá; I am as much yours as you are mine." He said smiling down at me.

I let my hand wander lower, touching the tip of his erection. Over my head I heard him sight in pleasure and this drove me on. I took him in my hands and kissed away the drop of precum that had gathered at the tip. The taste was bitter but not unpleasant. Boldly I took as much as I could of him in my young mouth and slowly started to move my head, mimicking the movement he had performed on me merely minutes before.

The feeling of his hard flesh within my mouth was almost as good as having him touch me. Knowing that I gave him the same sensations as I just had made me prouder than ever before. Enthusiastic I tried to take him whole as he had done for me, only to realise that I still was much too small for such a task. Instead I wrapped my hands around the base, moving them at the same pace as my mouth.

My father wasn't trashing around or moaning nearly as loud as I had but one of his hands lay on my hair, fingers digging in to my skull each time I brushed over an especially sensitive spot.

"Imá...Uuh...s-stop!"

I hastily drove back my head, fearing I had done something wrong. Had I angered him? Would he send me away, never to share this with me again? But my worries disappeared as his mouth came down on mine in a passionate and demanding kiss. I yielded to him, pressing against his body that seemed to radiate heat.

His hand stroke my back, slowly wandering lower until it found one of my most private parts. I yelped in pain as a single digit pushed into me.

"Ah, my poor flower, am I to inpatient with you?" he smiled into my lips.

Slowly he retched out fetching a crystal bottle and poured some of its contents on his slim fingers. Again he pushed into me, but this time I didn't feel any pain, only a slight discomfort that disappeared in a wave of pleasure as he brushed something deep within me.

"That will do" my father mumbled, stoking his erection with an oily hand.

Gently he pushed my legs further apart and posted himself before my entrance.

"Relax or this will hurt more then necessary."

It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid as he pushed into me but I loved him to much, not to trust him. To relax was hard for he was so big and I so very small but the oil made it easier and soon he was buried to the hilt inside me.

"S-so tight" he hissed between clenched teeth.

Slowly he started to move inside me, rocking his hips back and forth. Suddenly he brushed that spot again and I arced my back, crying out in absolute bliss.

"Yes, that’s it beloved, give in to the pleasure, give in to me."

Those heated words sent shivers down my spine as I started to meet his trust that grew faster and more rapid.

Humans no more. No, this pleasure could not be human because it stirred something primitive deep within me. Making me cling and claw to his perfect skin like a desperate animal.
I wanted to scream, scream so that the pleasures would not kill me.

“Touch yourself Imá, show me your desire”

I didn’t really know what he meant but he guided my hand to my arcing member and made me stroke it pace of his thrusts’. The double pleasures made me lose all tracks of time and space, just as he said it would. I felt the pressure build up inside, making my moans even louder.

“Father…ahh, s-something is happening.”

“Uhh…then let it happen beloved.”

My second orgasm came crashing down on me like a gigantic wave, pearly white essence covering my stomach. My father had never looked as beautiful to me as he too was cast into ecstasy, covering my inside with his own essence.
He fell heavily beside me and still panting he fondled me into his strong arms.

"Imá, my beautiful mirage image" he mumbled softly into my hair "from this day and forward you are completely mine."

"Yes yours, only yours" I whispered before sleep carried me away.

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Ok so this is my first fic…ever, at least in English. I’m originally from Sweden so….

Please be nice to me and don’t flame me because you didn’t read the warnings, I am a perv and proud over it . Constructive critic is most welcome though.

If people likes it and reviews maybe I post a second chapter with an older Imázim

Please R&R