Emmaline appears before her

Liv's confusion built as a second figure appeared beside her own in the reflection--Emmaline's figure, naked and as beautiful as ever. Mirror Emmaline smiled and reached over, slipping her hand down mirror Liv's pants. Liv felt a surge of arousal, a sudden tingling between her legs and yelled her rebellion. "NO! You might be a whore Emmaline, but I-I'm... it's just you!"

This time, Emmaline's voice whispered in her ear, and her hot breath sent a shudder down Liv's spine. "No, Liv-y, it's both of us." Emmaline's hand grabbed the mirror Liv's chin, turning her to stare deep into lusty eyes and pulling her into a kiss.

Liv could feel phantom lips against her own as she watched, red faced and panting. Emmaline's hands roamed all over her reflection's body, massaging her swollen chest while the mirror Liv happily complied. Her eyes were so meek, so submissive, and her hands moved to return the gesture, groping Emmaline's chest and hips in return. Liv could only watch on utterly mortified by the horrible reflection as her mirror moaned into Emmaline's smooth, sexy lips.

"No, this isn't me! It's... not not, me Emmaline, you hear me?!" she cried, but her confidence faltered as she felt Emmaline's hand press between her legs, and watched as her reflection opened herself in response, eagerly pressing those wide hips forward.

"Oh just give in and stop being such a sorry, repressed little slut, Liv. We both know you've always been so jealous of me, and nothing is stopping you now. You can be your true self, Liv-y. Join me," Emmaline's sultry voice insisted, the seductive tones piercing deep into her brain while Liv struggle to differentiate reality from falsehood. The mirror Emmaline turned toward her, parsing her lips, and Liv found herself leaning in to meet her, before she managed to stop herself.

"Emma... please, don't, I can't take it if you keep doing this to me..." Liv whined. It wasn't like her. She should be yelling, screaming, maybe even punching the rocky mirror to see if it shattered, but... Liv's knees felt weak. She could feel herself slowly sinking to the ground, while the Mirror Emmaline's hands followed her down, stroking and caressing, pinching and teasing. Liv could feel the other woman's lips against her own, she could practically taste Emmaline's sweet flavor.

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