Story 3: Through a Mirror ... Predaciously.

Jenna was exhausted. Dying ... Twice, and getting fucked by a dragon with serious penis envy issues took a lot out of you. It was late, and she’d just had a hot shower. The cool night air on her naked body felt wonderful.

Jenna stood before the full-length mirror in the bedroom. She admired the contours of her body and the shape of her full breasts. She brushed her hair away from her face and smiled. But the reflection didn’t smile back.

She paused, her breath hitching as she realized her reflection wasn’t following her movements exactly. Her reflection’s eyes gleamed with something sharp and predatory. It was subtle but unmistakable, a flicker of defiance. Jenna swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she forced herself to look deeper.

Then her reflection smiled. But it wasn’t her smile.

Before she could react, the reflection stepped forward, pressing its hand against the inside of the mirror as if testing its limits. Jenna stumbled back, eyes wide with disbelief, but her body felt frozen.

Slowly, deliberately, her reflection began to push through the glass, its form warping and bending until it emerged, standing tall before her.

“Scared?” it whispered, but Jenna’s lips hadn’t moved. The voice was low, commanding, dripping with power. Her reflection’s smirk widened as it took a slow, purposeful step toward her, eyes never leaving Jenna’s face. “You should be.”

The doppelganger’s movements were sharp, precise, and filled with confidence that Jenna could never muster. It circled her like a predator assessing its prey, one hand down Jenna’s back to her ass, and lingering too long.

“You’ve wasted years trying to find someone to show you who you are,” it hissed, lips close to Jenna’s ear. “Using others to validate your sexuality,” there was no kindness in its voice “No more.”

Jenna’s breath was shallow, her body rigid as the reflection closed the space between them, fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to meet its gaze. “You’re weak,” it sneered, tilting Jenna’s face from side to side as if inspecting her. “But I can fix that.”

Without warning, the reflection’s hand slid down Jenna’s neck, a cold, possessive touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t kind. It was a raw, primal claim.

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Stop pretending you’re more powerful than the animals you give yourself to.” Jenna tried to step back, but the reflection grabbed her wrist, yanking her close until their bodies pressed together.

“You don’t get to leave,” it growled, eyes dark with dominance. “Not until I say so.”

Her reflection’s grip tightened, unrelenting. “I’ve been watching you for years, waiting for this moment,” it said, its voice cold, mocking. “And now, I’m in control.”

In a swift motion, the doppelganger pinned Jenna against the mirror, hands trailing down her sides with unapologetic force. “You’re mine now,” it whispered, lips grazing her lips, sending a jolt of fear ... and something darker through her.

The reflection’s hands explored her body with an aggressive intensity, seizing her as if she were a prize to be claimed.

Jenna’s mind screamed at her to fight, to push back, but she couldn’t her reflection’s presence was overpowering, overwhelming her with a strange mix of terror and twisted pleasure. She felt her breath catch as the reflection’s fingers pinched her nipple, hard, leaving a mark. A mark that claimed ownership.