The girl on the bed giggled as she rose to her feet, a sound both charming and sinister in its tone. Intoxicating it was, as it mixed with her scent and sensual look. A look Terry knew too well.

"What's wrong my dear..?" the figure asked politely, "someone as beautiful as you should not look so glum.."

The question caused a chill to run through Terry's soul.

With another giggle, the girl undid a dark sash over her left shoulder, causing the robe she was wearing to collapse to the ground ever so gracefully. There, standing before Terry was essentially a mirror. The girl held the same mannerisms, the same pose. There were only two differences; the master in this game wore a wicked smile, reeking of ill-intent, yet held no malice. The other difference took a couple moments to notice..

She was holding an erection with one hand, gently massaging from base to tip. She licked her lips as she slowly traced one finger down the length of the shaft, her fingernail stopping at a very conspicuous freckle. Terry took a couple moments to process this information before a realisation hit him hard.

"What's wrong lover? Never seen your penis before?" She giggled again.

"You are not my lover, you took my lover from me and promised to give her back if I did what you say." Terri said with a surprising air of force, "Be done with what you want and give her back before I lose my patience."

"Well well, feisty aren't w-"

"FEISTY does not cut it, I am actively restraining myself right now, wench. The only reason I haven't beaten you senseless is because of the face you're wearing. Don't pretend you care about me, just do what you came to do and then one thing other."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"Fuck. Off."

The last two words hung in the air with a barely controlled malice which caused the figure to flinch ever so slightly. The figure knew that Terry was serious, (s)he spoke in a tone never heard before. After a few moments, the figure composed herself.

"Well then, let's get to work shall we? Or should I say, you get to work. On your knees."

Terry knelt as asked, eyes brimming with fury while glaring at the figure in front of her. All traces of fear replaced with anger at the arrogance this figure held. Little did the imposter know of Terry..

"I want you to pleasure me the way the real Terri does for you, slut. It should come natural, with how often that pretty little mouth of yours cradles this dick."

BY the time the last words were uttered, the shaft was right in front of the kneeling Terri. Gingerly, Terri lifted a hand and traced a finger underneath the shaft, before lips parted and a tongue found the tip. Gently, Terri's tongue massaged aside the foreskin, caressing the knob beneath and gently licking the urethra's entrance. Terry felt a shudder move through the figure being serviced, he hoped the real Terri could feel this. Emboldened by the thought of his lover feeling this also, he grew more bold..

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The figure collapsed on the bed, having achieved an orgasm they hadn't thought possible as a man. Semen gently flowing from the still throbbing member, a trail leading to the mouth and chest of the girl on her knees nearby.

"Well *gasp* well, that was *gasp* incredible.." she admitted between barely caught breaths, "you know how to *gasp* please a girl."

The kneeling Terri wiped herself clean on the robes that had been discarded earlier before standing.

"Now that I've done what you want, I want Terri back as she was."

"We're not yet done."

"What?"

I want to experience it ALL, lover. I want you on this bed."

Terry sighed heavily, "can I at least see who has taken Terri away from me?"

After a moment of silence, the figure agreed. She moved a hand to the back of her neck and found a small nub. Delicately, she gently slid it down a little until both hands could fit in the parting. This caused her face to deform, greatly so as the mask was pulled away from the figure underneath.

As Terry gazed upon the face that had now appeared, his look of anger quickly changed back to one of horror.