Page 157 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison
“You… You have a twin?”
“It’s not a twin.”
“He’s me,” my reflection said with my voice.
“And I am him,” I said.
Harper blinked and shook her head.
“I must be seeing things,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
“My species is called the Miragians,” I said. “We can make duplicates of ourselves. Like this.”
A single blink and there were now three of us.
Harper’s eyes bulged even wider.
“I know it’s a lot to take in,” I said.
“Damn right it’s a lot to take in!”
“There’s no need to be afraid. This is who I am. This is me. All of them are me. And I want you to enjoy every moment with me.”
“I already do. But I don’t think I can take more than one of you at a time.”
“You don’t need to.”
But by the look of fear in her eye, I could see she was creeped out by it. I pulled the reflection back inside myself.
“It’s okay. I only wanted you to see what I’m capable of.”
She peered around the cell as if expecting for there to be more reflections hiding somewhere.
I pulled the pillow away from her and she let me have it. I leaned down and placed my head between her legs again. She was tense but gradually relaxed.
Within a few minutes, she returned to her usual playful self. She groaned as I pleasured her with my tongue. A few more minutes after that, she said:
“Can your reflections touch me?”
“Usually, no. But with you, yes. I think so.”
She nodded but said nothing more for a while.
“Can I touch them?”
“Yes.”
She nodded but again said nothing as I continued to pleasure her.
“Okay,” she said breathily.
“Okay, what?”
“Give me a reflection. But just one.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I said give me one,” she said sternly.
