Chapter 256

Delta summoned her Shadow.

Black light materialized, fading in from nothingness until a figure stood in front of her, their eyes locked. Despite having seen it many times, the sight still sent a shiver down her spine. Her own face staring blankly back at her. A mirror copy, down to the exact detail, but formed of various shades of translucent black.

Their outfits were identical too. Delta was wearing a loose purple tank top and jeans, casual wear that she’d thrown on upon returning to the d’Celestin estate. Her clone wore equivalent black copies. She took a second to admire the way her tits were pressed together by the shirt’s tight fabric, and the way the jeans hugged her hips. She blamed the clenching in her stomach on how Zoey had riled her up; she wouldn’t ogle herself so blatantly in a normal circumstance. Or maybe she would’ve.

She glanced at Zoey. Her girlfriend was sprawled in the chair, one arm over the armrest, head resting on the palm of her other hand. An amused smirk was on her lips. Already enjoying the show, even if it hadn’t started.

“Taking your time, aren’t you?” Zoey asked. “Hurry up and get yourselves naked.”

Delta’s cheeks heated. “Bossy much? I’m working on it.”

“And do it at the same time,” Zoey said. “Let’s see how good your control is.” As an afterthought, “Put some passion into it.”

Well ... since she’d been ordered to, she guessed she’d oblige. Her heart rate picked up as she took two steps forward and pressed herself into the other girl—into the shadowy black mirror image of herself. Her hands found the girl’s waist, and, leaning in, their breasts pressing together, her lips found her own mouth. They kissed.

Delta’s heart jumped in excitement. The softness of her own lips, the warmth of her body, the taste of herself, and not just that, but how they were mirrored twice over: two sets of sensations coursing through her head. The clone responded, kissing back, but of course it was Delta herself controlling it. Both halves were entirely in her own control.

Adapting the mindset to pilot two bodies at once hadn’t been easy, but she was picking it up. There needed to be a separation of sorts, a partition in her brain where she could focus on one of herself while not thinking about the other, and vice versa. Yet at the same time, thinking about both and coordinating both sets of limbs. It was a very strange mental exercise, and probably one that had only become possible thanks to the skill itself: a new set of instincts that, while they had to be trained, had been magically inserted into her head.

She ‘put passion’ into slowly tearing off her clone’s clothes, and her clone did the same in return. She kissed herself, tongues playing in her own mouth twice over, briefly breaking apart to pull the clone’s shirt up over her head and throw it aside. She yanked the girl’s bra off next, and then her own came too, her shadow tossing it to the side. Delta found herself pushing the other girl into the wall in her eagerness, groping her tits as she pulled on her lower lip with her teeth, the sensation of the soft flesh making her moan.

Her jeans came undone by fumbling shadow hands, and together she kicked the clothing off, returning the favor shortly—leaving the two of them in just their panties. Delta dropped to her knees, biting the edge of the girl’s shadowy black panties to pull them down with her teeth. Her clone yanked her up by the hair afterward, and, oh, she kind of liked that. Sometimes the other half of her brain could catch her off guard, nonsensical as it was. The shadow shoved her forward, making Delta stumble and fall onto the bed. Grabbing Delta’s panties, the shadow yanked off the last bit of her clothing, leaving both of them naked.

She was well and thoroughly wet by then. It was weird, so incredibly weird, to be aroused by herself, to be doing all these things and feeling them from both sides—knowing it was her doing it, and yet somehow not fully cognizant of the fact.

Lying on the bed, legs slightly spread, she panted up at the clone standing near the edge of the mattress looking down at her. Her attention lingered on the shadowy-black, slightly transparent naked body of herself for a moment, the curve of her breasts and her nipples, her flat stomach, her wide hips, before they both looked over to Zoey.

“Well?” Delta said. “That was coordinated, wasn’t it? Told you I’ve gotten better.” She was slightly breathless. Controlling her clone was easier when absorbed into a task, when she didn’t have time or headspace to worry about getting it wrong.