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To Silver Wolf the hardest part about solving a hyperdimensional puzzle cube wasn’t having to factor in temporal dilation or even needing to account for various quantum states — it was trying to focus while bouncing on Kafka’s strap.
“You’re getting pretty close, Wolfie.” A cocky grin spread across her face as she pressed a firm hand against the small of Silver Wolf’s back. “I think I might win, today.”
“As if,” Silver Wolf said, biting down on the moans that were trying to escape past her lips. “I’m already at the bonus round… just a little more…”
You see, the puzzle cube itself was not the challenge. That was child’s play. What made it interesting was introducing the element of speedrunning. Racing against the clock, so to speak. It was a highly competitive hobby, with several of the best hyperdimensional puzzle cube speedruns being set by members of the Genius Society.
Including that girl…
“What a serious expression,” Kafka mused, a slow drawl to her words. “And yet you’re riding me so eagerly…”
Silver Wolf hooked one arm around Kafka’s shoulder for support, using her free hand to manipulate the puzzle cube as it hung in midair above them. She had cleared the first ten levels in great time, but as always it was the bonus level that gave her trouble. If she could just get in another fifty moves before… before…
Kafka’s length filling her over and over felt so good. It stretched her the perfect amount, pushing her closer towards the edge with each slap of her thighs against the other woman’s. Her body craved release, but Silver Wolf couldn’t let that happen, not yet.
Because that would mean losing.
It was Kafka who had first suggested the idea of this little ‘game.’ The rules were quite simple, really — if Silver Wolf could solve every level of her puzzle cube before Kafka made her cum, she would win. Otherwise, it would be her loss.
And while Silver Wolf was sure the whole thing was just an excuse for Kafka to get in her pants, it admittedly was improving her times. Having something… tangible to race against made a huge difference, and it helped strengthen her ability to focus under pressure.
Though, the pressure building in her now was an entirely different sort…
“Almost there,” Silver Wolf said, panting slightly as she shifted the seventh row of the cube from an active state into an inactive one. With that it all started to fall into place, the path to victory becoming clear. “Sorry… but you’re not even close…”
“Oh yeah?” Kafka shot her a sly look, then grabbed Silver Wolf’s hips and pulled her in closer. “We’ll see about that.”
As a gamer, taunting her opponent was second nature to Silver Wolf. What was a competition without some heat, after all? But of course, this tended to backfire on her when said opponent was buried to the hilt inside her…
“Oh, fuck,” Silver Wolf moaned, as Kafka took charge and began thrusting upwards at a reckless pace. Holding her hips steady so that her length could drive into her again and again, each motion punctuated by a loud smack as their thighs met.
Silver Wolf gripped Kafka tighter, panting in pleasure as she tried to delay her oncoming climax. Her body was screaming for it, begging to be let over the edge. And she would be happy to give in…
“Go on,” Kafka said, bringing her lips close to Silver Wolf’s ear.
…just after…
“Be a good girl,” she whispered, hot breath against her skin.
…this one last…
“Cum.”
…move!
“Oh fuck yes,” Silver Wolf moaned, sliding the last row into place as her climax took her. Her thoughts melted away, legs shaking as waves of ecstasy rocked through her, amplified by the sweet satisfaction of her victory. She felt herself clench tight around Kafka’s strap as the tension drained from her body, every other muscle going lax.
Kafka began kissing her neck as she came, getting several whines of pleasure for her efforts. “Aw,” she said, in an amused hush, “looks like I really did lose, huh?”
As Silver Wolf’s climax began to subside she collapsed against the other woman, resting her head on Kafka’s chest. Her skin was slicked with sweat, and her breath was shallow. “…Told you.”
“Mm.” Kafka laced her fingers through Silver Wolf’s hair with one hand, caressing her back with the other. “Well let’s see if you do as well in round two…”