Liv gives in as someone joins her in the dark

"Mmmhmm," Liv moaned, as a final plea came from her lips. "Emmaline, please! I... I can't think properly like this... I can't... I can't beat it unless you..."

The whining whimper faded into moans, as the mirror Emmaline just smiled down at her and shook her head. She moved her hands faster, fingering the mirror Liv as she writhed in delight before her.

A sudden burst of imagery flashed into Liv's brain. She saw herself being spit-roasted between demons, plowed by an ogre, whoring herself out at a merchant's stall. The images cascaded into her mind, a veritable flood of whorish debauchery. Liv could barely tell one scene from the next as they continued to rush into her brain, assailing her so relentlessly. She lost track of how many images flashed by, but there was always one constant between them. In each image, Liv was so thrilled to be there, so enthusiastic about taking cock and licking pussy, her head tossed back as the images captured her in the middle of orgasmic bliss.

Legs quivering, Liv fell to the ground once more. Her eyes fixated on her reflection as she touched herself, watching that falsehood grope and play with her overlarge breasts, watching her fingers plunge into her dripping cunt. Liv scowled, but obediently obeyed the example set before her. She spread her legs wide, arching her back as she fingered her needy pussy.

Her finger's had only just brushed her sex, when Liv's head bumped into something behind her. It was a warm, familiar presence, and Liv only had to smell the sweet rosy perfume to know exactly who it was.

"Ssshhhh Liv, it'ss okay. This is what we were meant to be," Emmaline said. Liv groaned as she felt the warm comfort of Emmaline's skin against her own. The soft heat of Emmaline's hands caressing her shoulders felt so nice, so reassuring. It wasn't phantom imagining's any longer, but real, immediate sensation, and after so much vague teasing, Liv's body craved it too much for her to do anything but moan and ease back into her friend's embrace.

"Just relax, Liv-y, relax... There's no need to fight back any more. We're supposed to be sluts. You and me, and everyone else, too!" Emmaline said. Liv could only moan along in vacant, confused agreement. Her hips had begun to grind against the air, quickly gyrating of their own accord and now the only thing truly filling he mind was the rapidly building pleasure, the surging arcing growth of imminent climax.

It blinded her as she worked her fingers against herself. One hand latched onto Emmaline's firm thigh for support as Liv lost herself, finally succumbing to the peaking wave of bliss that overtook her. Her eyes met the eyes of her mirror as she came and Liv watched herself--the lie, no truth now, tossed her head back, screaming in ecstasy, bucking her hips wildly against her fingers as she screamed her orgasm.

In that moment, Liv and the mirror were one, and in that moment, the truth cemented itself in her mind. Liv knew that the mirror had always only ever been just that- a mirror. Liv truly was, and had always been, the filthiest and lowest of whores.

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