Cyberesque knew that the First Rule of time travel was Never Interact with Yourself. There was just too great a chance of a terrible paradox. The time-traveling superheroine worked hard to follow that rule constantly. No exceptions.

Which is why she was shocked when another version of herself stepped into her bedroom. The temporal energy wafting off the newcomer marked her as from just a few hours in the future. The fate of the world must hang in the balance for me to break the First Rule! Is today the day the world ends?

Before she could ask, future-Cyberesque held her finger across her lips. Perhaps her future-self had learned to control the chance of paradox by not speaking with her. Current Cyberesque nodded, deciding to follow the lead of her mysterious, yet intimately familiar, visitor.

The future-heroine stepped close and took Cyberesque’s face in her hands. Kissing herself gently, her lips tasted of salt and musk. If there’s an emergency, why would I take the time for kissing? But the passion soon overwhelmed any curiosity. Current-Cyberesque melted into the kiss, moaning around the skillful tongue pressing into her mouth.

They kissed a long time, until their wandering hands began to pull at one another’s clothing. The two heroines collapsed onto Cyberesque’s big bed. Nimble tongues and skillful fingers explored each others’ most intimate curves. Swept up in the passion of making love to herself, current-Cyberesque licked her future-pussy vigorously. She brought her future self to orgasm again and again, relishing her partner’s inarticulate moans of lust.

Strangely, whenever current-Cyberesque was nearly on the edge of release, the tongue on her clit switched to a slower rhythm. Her orgasm never quite crested in hours of sweaty, passionate sex. What’s wrong with her? Has she forgotten how I like to be touched? Does that mean I’ll forget?

When the orgasm denial became too much, Cyberesque blurted out. “I can’t take it any more! I’ll do anything to cum. Anything!”

Her future lover rolled off the bed, smiling. “Anything? Even breaking the First Rule?” She walked out the bedroom door and was gone, vanished into the time stream.

Cyberesque lay on her bed, frustrated and confused. What did this have to do with the fate of the world? If she could only get the good orgasm she craved, she could clear her head and figure it out. But she never came as hard from her own fingers as she did with another warm, loving body. Too bad she was the only one in the bedroom now….

… but not two hours ago!

Before she could have a second thought of regret, Cyberesque stepped back in time two hours, ready to reap the rewards of her own passionate lovemaking.

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