In the dimly lit chamber of his castle, the mysterious sorcerer known only as Vellichor stood before a shimmering mirror, its surface swirling with arcane energy. With a flick of his wrist, the mirror came to life, revealing a reflection that was both alluring and unsettling.
Vellichor gazed upon his own image, his eyes burning with a dark hunger that spoke of forbidden desires. As he watched, his reflection began to move of its own accord, its hands tracing a path down the length of his body, caressing every curve and contour with a tantalizing touch.
The sorcerer’s fingers danced over his skin, parting the folds of his robe to reveal the pulsating hardness beneath. With a wicked grin, he