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.

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