Yes, very much so

Author Note: So, I generally try to only write one route and this story was originally only meant to be the non sampler platter, but holy cow the Trish route has went out of control! But this would be one major pivot point because in theory Emily can strategize with her two minutes in a number of different ways that can change the outcome for those that want to use that as a way to change the outcome. With that, I hope you enjoy!

Trish, let's start with her. I had a feeling the devil's body was going to mess with me and with only two minutes and no cock to use, I had to make every second count. Any doubt would be a disaster, I thought as I dove in and gently felt her pussy. Warm, moist too. Hmm, the doll as the devil called it bit her lip, and the real Trish face flushed a bit. So, I felt it when the devil touched my doll? Like some kind of sleeping clone that are connected?

Sick. But, did that mean Trish was aroused? The two warm bodies were naked, and as much as I wanted to ignore it, the flashing lights and cameras were quite distracting. Fuck, I should have asked that they be taken away, but the timer was already clicking. No time to waste, I thought as I kissed Trish. I didn't know her that well, but I knew her well enough to know that she wasn't a man. She couldn't just be jerked off. like one. You had to like, warm her up at least a little.

Her body, it wasn't moving exactly but it reacted, like her lips opened a bit when I pressed mine against hers. It was like she wasn't exactly asleep, more dazed, just allowing me to do anything, I tested the idea by moving my hand towards her thighs and lightly pressed my hand against it. Not enough strength to lift her leg or move it. But her leg move. Like her body registered a **** I applied and moved with me. I moved my tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue touch mine. My spine shivered and I felt a sensation I never felt before rush towards my center.

Was the devil already free? I glanced up at the scoreboard? What? 1:44. No. But what was that? She said she removed the stuff from before? This was different, not overwhelming but, somehow... better?

"My nipples carpet muncher!" Trish shouted.

Her voice broke the daze. Right. Breasts. I shifted my body lower and pinched her right breast between my thumb and forefinger and brought her left into my mouth. I began sucking with a gentle **** and brushed my tongue against her nipple. It was almost like an echo as I could hear Trish above me softly moaning, but also the real Trish nearby moaning. I felt my hips fidget. Huh? No, I can't be distracted now.

Yet it was so good. Something was so satisfying about my lips touching her skin, the way I could feel her breathing by how her chest moved up, and down. I could feel the gentle ripples of her body when she moaned. Everything felt so clear in a way that just had been so blind to me in the past. The lack of a reaction of certain finger positions, or certain tongue gestures, or intense ones with just the right flick. It was like, her skin against mine, every detailed mattered so much to me.

"Emily!" Trish shouted.

Huh. Trish so rarely called me by my real name. "Wait what?"

"Get down on me already!" she said moaning.

"Oh, right," I said. How did I let myself get so distracted. Wait, I was breathing heavily myself? No... Well, it doesn't matter. I pushed my face into her pussy, hmm. It smelled so sweet. This part I at least had experience at. I placed my tongue on her clit and began licking her like I was a dog. I was only expecting it to be different in that my facial features were smaller. So I fit a bit easier. Well, I guess my face was smoother. That felt so nice.

If it was just it smelling so good, I could have ignored that, but. "Nnnngh,"I moaned. Why... why was I getting so aroused by licking her. Like, sure, licking a girl had made me a bit horny in the past. But this was not anything like that. Had the devil lied? I almost felt like I was going to come before she did. I glanced at the clock. Lie or not. The rules were clear. Actually, I had a choice to make. I could lie to myself. Or I could believe in my friends.

"Trish, are you close?" I shouted.

"Yeah, just... another few seconds," she said.

"I have a plan, just hold steady," I said, standing up.

She flashed me the thumbs up.

Devil or not, she said one thing that was true, I said peeling the flimsy top off. She did look like my girlfriend or similar. I dropped near her and dove my hand into her pussy. You, you probably can take it right? Like a guy, just straight in the pussy? But now, I can't rub her too fast, that kills it for me. I closed my eyes, and pretended she was Chrissy. Chrissy, my love. I want to return to you as I truly am, but more than that as a better man. There is so much I should have asked you. Should have listened for.

"Nggh..." I moaned. One thing... more than anything I want to ask. Is this how it feels for you? To cuddle? I was breathing heavily. Team player, I thought. What a joke. Like I was doing some sort of sacrifice for her by eating her out. She never called it that? Or did she and I never asked? Was this a devil trick? "Aaah... mmmmhmmnn, or... did you..." I paused thinking about it. "Did you feel so good," I touched my pussy as I rubbed hers. Chrissy, did you feel this good when you blew me? Is that just a girl thing? Can I feel this good as a guy? Can I feel this good eating your pussy Chrissy? I want to. I want to learn.

I wanted to scream and moan as I felt myself cumming. It was so different than before. The scoreboard. Right. My legs felt like jello but who cares. I wasn't done. Trish, your turn. I looked up. One point for Satan. I see she doesn't even have to cause my orgasm. Well, it doesn't matter. I cleared my head and I was back to normal. I dived into Trish's legs and as much as feeling her squeezing my face made me horny, having just came, it wasn't bad enough to distract me. Looking at the half court. Trish was on her knees, a smile and a thumbs up. The screen now displayed:

The Satan : 00

Clock: 00:44

Emily Hawk: 01

I hated to lose time having to cum myself. But, the devil beat me at my own best field in a foot race. If I was moments from an orgasm when she regained the ability to move, this was hardly going to be a challenge for her. And I promised. Win or lose! I was listening to women from now on. Even if that meant myself apparently. And I wasn't going to be so arrogant to think I could win this in two minutes or hold out against the devil.

But that doesn't mean I wasn't going to try my best! I slid back on top of the devil. Let's see what I can learn about her body!