She comes in...

Fuck me! She is fast! She wasn't that far ahead of me, only like four or five feet, she just exploded off the line! I was catching up to her, even if slowly. Hmm, not that I had anything to compare, but like. She seemed, so perfect? Was Eddie really this good of a runner? Perfection was very much my thing, I would like to think I could at least recognize it. I owed her an apology, the shoes, everything. It was just. Hmm, she looked so fucking hot.

Focus. If it wasn't for all that I had gained in Eden, I probably would've fallen on my face from how distracted she was making me, but, I was now only keeping pace with her and she was still a few feet ahead. Oh? If she wins, she should win because she beat us, not because we let her win. Yeah, Kagayaku Mono Sama was right. I can always fuck her after. I averted my gaze and focused and the closing in goal.

Push! Push as hard as I can! I closed my eyes to block out all distractions! Come on! And-

Clonk

Ouch! The next think I knew I was flat on my ass. Fuck. "Fuckin, who put a pole there."

"The Satan Wins!" The scoreboard said.

Heh! Knew it. I leaned up. Emily fell to her knees, she was crying. Oh, shit. She was looking at the scoreboard. I... Did I crush her hope already?

"Emily, I..."

"Are the times accurate?" she asked.

"Huh?" I glanced up.

The Satan: 9:88

Emily Hawk : 9:91

"I mean, I see no reason why not," I said. "Is that of some-"

"I want... no nevermind. It's being televised. I'll get a picture another time."

"It means that much to you?" I asked.

She looked away. "A personal best. Even... with shorter legs. Not only that. Well. I never stood a chance. Your body was just too good and... Well. I guess, get it over with. Name your challenge."

"How about a three player game!" I said. "..." and I snapped my fingers. We were in a basketball court this time, our outfits had changed in what could only be considered pornstar basketball uniforms. "The game is bumpout! Our perhaps cumout!"

"Huh?" She asked.

"You will try to make me, and player three orgasm. I will try and make you and player orgasm. We will each try to break each others streaks. If we can, the game continues, if either of us gets two orgasm back to back. We win. We cannot make the same player orgasm twice in a row."

"Who is player three gonna be? Is it gonna be some-"

"You know her-"

"..." I waved my hand and revealed an illusion clone of myself. Trish.

"Carpet muncher!! What is going on!" the Trish clone said.

"Trish!" Emily said. "Why her? She didn't do anything wrong!"

"Ha! Oh, she has been a bad girl. But, you get that side," I said.

"Side?" she asked. "But don't we all have to be together for this twisted game of yours!"

"..." A barrier raised. holding the illusion Trish in the center court circle and trapping Emily in her half away from me. "Here is trial two Emily! You are an excellent female lover, right! Time to prove it!"

Four copies fell. One of Emily and my human half on my side, and a Satan one and my human half on Emily's side. I instantly pressed my two fingers into her pussy.

"Fuuck," she shouted from the otherside of the court.

I blew her a kiss. "No artificial sensitivity from **** nerds. This time, let me show you what a truly skilled lesbian can do."