Nina's Nook

'fuck You, fuck You, fuck You' 'giggles' 'we were going to cum, probably a fucking ton you stupid cunt' 'duh, I was there' 'Like i wanted two sadists fucking me over' 'should I keep talking to him' 'please no, we want to cum some fucking time' 'no I don't' 'crap... please go away'

cold wind, how the hell did a breeze blow in this room, she made it specifically so it wouldn't. But his departure, the lack of heat felt just like that. Still impaled, still some teasing warmth at her breast and she whimpered... so fucking close... but now..... yea, still fucking close.. heart racing for many many more reasons. She craved primal, to forgo any kind of cerebral experience... to just rut like the little beasties they were. but that other side of her wouldn't just let go. She liked fucking with and experiencing her softer side being completely wrung the fuck out.

Crap crap crap crap.... nope she was still on fire.... cunt empty and just watching him lick her from his fingers.... his voice though, that growl in it... the repremand... and her skin flushed pink, she literally shrank..... that is until he flipped her over.

She squealed, nails catching his forarms... even though his warmth was at the back of her thighs, along her rump and so very very close to her heated cunt... She wasn't trying to see anything... just fight to rewind time... erase one errant word...
Cloth ripped.... and gooseflesh mirrored the sound across her skin. No this was not her plan but it didn't mean it didn't fucking get her off... it was just diffrent... her mouth spewed out exactly what she thought of the change of plans...

Son of a mother fucker... i didn't mean it.. i mean i did.. but i didnt... christ fuckme...
her wrists knotted and she actually snarled trying to pull her wrists apart, knowing they wouldn't budge, but hey, one can always try right...
"I think you'll regret that mistake."
You have no fucking idea.....
she dropped her head... to so effect as the carpet, specifically chosen to be this padded and soft, cushioned what should have been a dramatic thump.
 
He could her responses to him, to the whole scenario as it changed. Their bodies were so wound up, that reactions were just flowing straight from feeling to expression. The disappointment, the edginess, the anticipation, and the frustration. Not that he wasn't equally frustrated...but proper form was proper form. He couldn't just let her get away with her big refusal, even if it meant leaving his cock hanging, so to speak.

"Oh, christ won't be the one to fuck you, I guarantee that."

He chuckled wickedly, glancing down at her wrists tugging at their restraints. He leaned forward grabbing her hair, tugging on it as he tilted her back toward him now, straightening up after she'd dropped her head down. "Now, now, it's better if you don't fight it."

Well, that wasn't really true, but he was almost obliged to say it in this situation. God, he could still feel the heat flowing off of her pussy near his knee. He pulled her back against him, hands still bound, and then scooped up her hips. He legs were still spread out lewdly, so lifting her up and then depositing her onto his thigh, so that her cunt would slide against him, was fairly easy. It was a far cry from what he wanted, but he needed some kind of friction at that moment, even if it was just to tease her. He moved his thigh and let her rock against his leg, his arms sliding around her chest to grope at her breasts. Both hands found a nipple, pinching down on it it, hard, and then tugged them out.

He let them strain until he was sure there was a little pain spiking out from those hard peaks, and then ease them back, his palms lightly rubbing her breasts, massaging out the pain and tension. He licked the back of her neck, nibbled, and then whispered into her ear.
"You ready to behave yet?"

He honestly didn't know what kind of answer to expect.
 
'.....' '......'

that would do it.... fucking fingers in her hair... don't fight what... only fight in her was to not just melt into a fucking fuckdoll... hard to do when someone had her by the hair... she hoped he hadn't wanted a reply.... all her brain said was... warm, male... and some obscenities about a needy cunt that were too obscure to finish thinking about.

Shouldn't it be called womanhandled... fuck it... she was happy. Feeling her slick drenched cunt slide back wards along his thigh, his abdomen at her hands, cock searing the side of her cheek.... low very low moans rocked out of her, her hips simply couldn't abide by holding still, just that slippery compression of her whole cunt, fuck no it wasn't fucking... just one of those feelings, fuck me... one of those things that would would ask for even if it was the only thing offered to you at the time. his warmth snaked around her, fingers finding turgid nipples and pinching her entire core. her thighs gripped his leg, body pressed back to escape, to whimper and almost squeal.. and grind her clit harder into his thigh. She'd fucking burn a hole in his leg if he kept doing that.
mmmmff... warm hands rubbing nerves, licking nerves, nibbling nerves... She didn't trust her effing mouth... but her whole being shivered, she bit her lips.. she nodded... she pressed back into him... opening her legs and feeling his cock pressed by the movement.
 
She was rocking on his thigh, now, and he felt her leaving a wet trial on his skin as she moved. She was making interest noises now-just low moans, suppressed, her mouth seemingly afraid to open but primal sounds being drawn out of her all the same. He wasn't sure she even noticed at this point. She was rocking wickedly on him, trying to rub off her clit, and there wasn't much else she could do with her hands bound except to lean into it. Pretty much how he'd drawn it up.

He noticed her nodding in response to his question-in fact, it was more like bobbing her head up and down enthusiastically, but she was clearly at a point beyond words now. He was eager to join her-her little defiant stunt has disrupted his rhythm, made him take control again when his whole body had been eagerly spiraling out of control. Oh, he liked being in control, of course-got him off, really-but he still resented her for forcing him into it. His cock needed, and his body needed, and now he was ready to pound her sweet pussy.

He dragged her hands back down her to hips, and held them still for a moment, not letting her rock against him. He grinned. He dragged this out, casually leaning in to slide his tongue against the back of her neck, just keeping her from getting what meager relief there was for a moment. When he felt her squirming, struggling back against him, that's when his palm cupped the back of her head and pushed her forward, bending her over. He pressed her face against the carpet, and then gave her hair a playful tug, before he grabbed both of her hips, lifting them up, tilting them backward so her weight rested on her knees. Her head and chest were pressed down into the carpet, her ass in the air, her pussy angled up to him. Looking at it practically made him drool-he wanted in.

Not that teasing was over, not the slightest. He held onto her hips from behind, sliding up against her, and his cock dragged against her slit. He growled, angry with himself for teasing...himself, really, dragging this out as he moved along her pussy without sliding in. He repeated the motions, though, dragging against her, getting his cock good and soaked in her nasty juices. Then he lifted up slightly.

His cock head perched at the entrance to her slick hole. He placed one hand on her back, pushing her down, the other holding her hip in place. He slid forward...an inch. Barely parting her lips. He stopped, held it there. He leaned in, very, very slowly, almost teasingly, letting his cock sink into her tight hole. The head of his cock was just barel inside..then just a bit more, feeling her tight walls gripping him. He grunted, warring against his own composure to slam home. He pulled her back against him, slowly impaling her body...half way inside her now.
 
her lips turned white. Fucking hands holding her hips still... she could handle that, yes she could, she wasn't just a cunt attached to a body..... like bloody hell she's not. If she could cry she would have... it would have at least shook her body and therefore her cunt on his thigh... but she couldn't. She could only squirm. Sure she could have picked up her feet, slammed them to the ground and threw them both backwards... she whimpered. That sooo wouldn't get her fucked the way they both wanted to get her fucked.

the world moved and her precious soft carpet pillowed her face. She wouldn't care if it was fucking gravel.. 'pfft yes she would but its the point' 'stop interrupting me' "Oo hair pulling"... her bum wriggled and she breathed out, her back scooped low, nipples grazed the carpet before settling in to being almost mashed into it..... fucking delightful

Little babbled moans, velvet wrapped steal growled sliding along her dripping cunt... no no no no. Not along it, between split lips and slick soft abrasion repeatedly over her clit... she tried to move to rock more but his hands were firm, she would lose her fucking mind soon. Thank god she vacuumed this floor or she would be panting up all sorts of crap...
Little more babbling moans, She swore she would blush 40 shades of red if she could actually watch her cunt try to grip his barely pressed cock.... then he proceeded to drive her past mad, past the insanity of want... she couldn't move, couldn't push back on his cock... only stay there... shivering in fiery sweat.... her cunt gripped, grasped, bared entry and made her almost scream, gasping her little feet kicked the floor... all her muscles bunched and shook.. that fucking razors edge... she would cum at a single word... or stay spit, near bleeding ecstasy from every pore of her body.... she fucking loved it.
 
She was panting and mewling now. It made him fucking hot...and it completely summarized just how he was feeling right now. Fucking hell, but she was slick, and still gripping his cock like a damned life preserver. He growled, and grunted-he loved the way she was kicking her heels in frustration. But he kept his grip on her tight and secure, keeping her from moving, his muscles straining in this pseudo-wrestling move. He was still leaning in, and his cock sinking forward like falling into quicksand. Sliding in torturously....

Finally, and it seems to come suddenly, he realizes his cock has sunk all the way inside of her. There's nothing left. He continues pushing his hips forward, as if somehow he's going to discover something to shove deeper into her, but his hips press into her ass and he slides the poor slut forward across the carpet. Damnit, that's going to burn. He gasped, and grunted, closing his eyes. He held onto her hips tightly, and then drew his cock out, and then pushed forward again, still slow, ramping up the pace gradually. Like a locomotive pulling out of a station-yes, that train metaphor seemed apt. His cock certainly felt like 600 tons of steel at the moment-how the fuck did he get this hard?

Seat poured down his skin. He shook his head, and a few droplets flew from his air and he watched them land on her back. He picked up the pace, started pounding into her. He lifted her hips up higher, tilting into her more, slamming downward into her. He lout out a cry-one long cry, a growl, a moan? He wasn't sure, he just grew as he pushed into her, and his cock ws on fire, and tightening up like a balloon threatening to pop. And the only way to fix it was to fuck her pussy furiously. It smelled like nasty sex in here-it was delicious.
 
he neared completely filling her and her feet stopped kicking, she couldn't wriggle or she would explode... and this delicious feeling wasn't to be lost, this barrage to her core was sweet torturous bliss...... she couldn't beg for him to keep this pace... only because she really couldn't speak.........
Notice the floor move beneath her, not on your life... she was cock deep in her favorite sexual bliss.. she couldn't hear him grunt or gasp or growl, hell she didn't hear her self.... he pulled her back to him and air filled her lungs and left them... in one long fucking moan as her cunt fought with him not to depart.... she was a fucking shivering mess... that pace made gooseflesh explode over her skin... her fingernails dug into her palms.....
Her legs slithered and feet hooked his calves.... it was all she could do.. not that it was consience... her body was going to hold on to his as his pace picked up, she was drawing huge pulls of air into her lungs every time he drove it out of her bowstring body... her whimpered cries snapped when his pace did, when she felt her hips moved, his grip changed... and she melted.. she could only ride one razors edge at a time he he changed razors.... did she care, protest .. oh fuck no.... her body just coiled tighter, her cunt drenched down her thighs... and tiny squeaks bubbled from choked cries.... her brain was hazy, her nails dug at her own arms... her skin paled, turned scarlet and she crashed in choked screams... did she care.. no.. protest... oh fuck no... one crash rolled over another with only seconds inbetween... hell if he kept this up she'd cum all fucking night
 
Her pussy-god, fuck, shit-he didn't know if she was doing it intentionally, but if she, she was one talented fuck. It was like her walls were clamping down on him every time backstroke, as if resisting him leaving her pussy, wanting to trap himself of her. As if he was going to do anything fucking else with his cock at this point.

Holy shit, she was cumming-all over his cock. There was choke squeal, and then loud cries, and then her legs wrapped around his calves as she squeezed, and he felt fluids flowing freely against her. He wanted more, needed more....more was the word of the night, clearly More, more-his hips pounding into her, he found a heavy rhythm and pounding into her, hard enough he could head flesh slapping as he crashed into her. He had a hand hooked around her thigh and another on her hip now, and he was driving her like a wheelbarrow, back and forth against him in time with his own hips. Sweat covered him now, not just a few droplets, but a fucking sheen. Good thing he'd had that extra glass of water earlier.

His throat was dry. He realized he was still moaning out that one long cry he'd started seemingly minutes ago. He sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled, gasping for air and then scattering it back into the room repeatedly. Maybe he moaned, maybe he yelled, he wasn't sure. Fuck his cock was so hot, burning, her pussy was going to town on it. He was going to cum, hard, very soon, and it was going to squirt like a fucking firehose. Damn thing would be useless for a couple of days he was sure. Totally worth it. He grabbed onto a handful of hair, needing something else to pull.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

One desperate thrust at a time.
 
her body wanted to curl into itself bowing her back up-wards and lifting her chest from the floor... her cunt screamed for more, damned thing, fuck she would pay for this tomorrow. she bucked at waves of pleasure. not exactly in time with his thrust nor his pulling of her onto his cock... No that had its own rhythm. This one, countered, collided and entwined with his.. It was hers.. one rolling wave crashing into the other. If her hands were free she would have already torn the carpet to threads.

She could feel him swell... or was it her getting tighter..... christ.. both... her head was sore and nipples worn out. She hasn't even realized hos much they rubbed at the carpet till the sting crept into her bliss making her buck harder, screech louder... till her world went pristine white. His hand in her hair that most delicious pull that shoved her chest down bowing her backwards.... almost lifting her... would have too if pulled anyharder.... fuck.

her raw throat incapable of she scream that tried to pass through tattered vocal cords.. that pull.... those fingers... the whole fucking night.... She stopped bucking. Her head pulled his grip forward on it's own, her body curled up, cunt grasping his cock in it's twitching vice....
 
This was it-he was winding down. Wearing out. his hand in her hair tightened into a fist-why did he do that? Part of him was responding to her hoarse cry, giving her more of the pulling that was driving her insane, even as she clamped down on his cock and tried to tramp him inside of her. He was lost. Fuck, he wasn't even sure if his hips were still moving. Were they?

An explosion.

It was almost like blacking out. The sheer bliss of that instant literally wiped his mind, and he was unaware of the animal growl that came out of his throat, nor the pain that was his throat grown sore from his repeated cries and moans. He couldn't hear the shrieking or his partner. All he could feel was perfection emanating from his loins and washing over him entirely, ecstasy dragging him down to a dark place. Somehow he was aware his hips were still pounding, perhaps even more furiously, as he shot his fierce load into her greedy pussy. Their juices were flowing out and dripping all over the place-hell, fucking flung all over the place. But he didn't notice that.

The haze lifted slowly. He was riding the last waves of it, his body still desperately pounding into her body, attempting to ravage her more, or reverse time so he could explode again? He released the grip on her hair. He gasped for air. Fuck, he was sore. He lowered Nina to the carpet, trying to avoid dropping her outright, and curled her up against him, spooning. They were in a mess of their own secretions and sweat, and he didn't give a fuck. his cock finally slipped out as he was untying her hands, his lips kissing at her neck.
 
His cum, cumming, exposision.... collided with hers... there was no sound.... she just imploded. Her ears rang, her entire body spasmed. She might have screamed, she didn't know... her cunt was a white hot river clutching, twitching fucking mess.

Normally shed pay attention... but her cunt did that for her. Told her she was done.... hell the damn thing would jump for joy.. you know, if it had legs. Then again it might run away if she kept letting it get so throughly tore the fuck up. She moaned.... his panting warmth enveloped her, pulling her to her side... she liked her carpet, it was soft... they needed soft to lay on... his lips found her neck and it made her clit twitch.... she giggled....

Hands free and she still doesn't know how she moved them, maybe he did, maybe she just kind of squirmed over the one she was laying on. She didn't know.. she just knows that he was behind her, she had a buzz in her ears, she couldn't move and bits would twitch in little aftershocks and she would giggle...
 
Honly shit, he was tired. Like he'd expended all of his energy when he'd cum. He could only slightly remember actually HAVING cum in her. Clearly he had, though.

His arm was wrapped around her, and he was nestled in for warmth, feeling his body cooling off after that internal heating factory had shut down. Pressed again her.

Awareness returned. Yeah, the place smelled like sex. Carpet probably stained. He had some cuts on his shoulders and sides from her nails, it seemed. His cock felt as raw as if it had survived a stampede.

No fucking regrets.


"Remind me to leave a tip for the cleaning fairies...."
 
"mhmm"

She snapped her fingers, the fireplace lit and she was out cold.
 
Another day... another wacked out day.. -shrugs nodding-

-looking about she smiled... the place was a fucking wreck... and she didnt care.. . she stripped and slid into her bath... loved her bath... always hot, always steaming.. and big enough to float in... -
 
Another day... another wacked out day.. -shrugs nodding-

-looking about she smiled... the place was a fucking wreck... and she didnt care.. . she stripped and slid into her bath... loved her bath... always hot, always steaming.. and big enough to float in... -

*A mischievous nekkid elvish lass comes streaking in from the side, leaps into the air with a shriek, and does a perfect cannonball in Nina's bath, splashing water everywhere and thoroughly soaking the hostess. :D

Once the splash subsides, the nimble elfin twist makes her spritely way out of the pool sized bath, hoping to make good her escape before caught.
:devil:
 
*coughs, sputters, screams.... stands...... and watches the elf leave as she wipes water from her eyes and face*
 
Noon had a way of showing up when the naughty little elf was causing mischief. In this case, he really did happen to be lingering around the Nook (with some good reason), he heard a loud splash with a fit of giggling. This time the elf was naked, wet, AND mischievous. He couldn't resist the opportunity. He intercepted her on her way out and wrapped her up, pressing against her, and grinned.

He scooped her up and carried her back toward Nina, holding her in his arms with a gleeful grin.


"Here, did you want to do anything with this one? I just happened to catch her on her way out."
 
Hmmmm......

she liked watching the lil elf squirm....

I'm not sure. I figured the worst punishment for ruining a relaxing bath would be to let her leave of her own volition.
 
Noon had a way of showing up when the naughty little elf was causing mischief. In this case, he really did happen to be lingering around the Nook (with some good reason), he heard a loud splash with a fit of giggling. This time the elf was naked, wet, AND mischievous. He couldn't resist the opportunity. He intercepted her on her way out and wrapped her up, pressing against her, and grinned.

He scooped her up and carried her back toward Nina, holding her in his arms with a gleeful grin.


"Here, did you want to do anything with this one? I just happened to catch her on her way out."

*Giggling with glee as I flee the scene of the crime, streaking, dripping, and leaving a trail of droplets through the nook. Someone blocks the exit. It's him! I dodge and twist, but he catches me anyway. He knows my moves too well. Still, being wrapped in his arms isn't so bad. It never is.

But when I see Nina, soaked and steaming, I wonder what will be my fate.
 
He smiled, enjoying the feel of her against him-and the feeling is only amplified because her body is slick with bathwater. She squirmed a bit, but didn't resist too long, deciding to settle in. He laughed.

"Caught you, my little elfin friend." He kissed her cheek playfully, holding her tight so she doesn't escape so quickly.

But he glanced at Nina. He couldn't help a smirk, seeing her naked in her bathwater, reminding him of the good time they'd had a couple of nights past...

Wait, what was she saying?


"Hmm, you think letting her leave would be the most appropriate punishment? Are you sure?" He feels like he could come up with better and more fun things to do...of course, Nina's call. Still, he couldn't resist giving the elf a playful spank.
 
She watched... brow quirked.

in my view 'punishment' is just that. Something they dont like.

I dont deal in play punisment.... to me it only breeds misbehavior.

Set her down.
 
He shrugged and then sat Thyri down on the floor to let her go.

"As you say, then." He grinned at her all the same, still never passing up a chance to be caught in a bit of mischief.

"I'll be around if there's anything else I can help you with. For now, I needed to leave a tip for your cleaning service, after the other night." He chuckled softly and left a few bills.
 
-a smile lit her lips.... she hadnt meant to confuse or offend, least of all run him off with her style of running things-


If you watch.... she doenst wish to leave.
 
*Grinning as I begin to think I'm getting away with it, then Nina's words sink in, and I realize I'd rather be caught and 'suffer' the punishment. Suddenly feeling like I lost this one, I murmur a quiet apology to the hostess.

I'm sorry Nina. I'll make it up to you if you wish.
 
still standing in the tub still stark raving naked, she weights the words from the elf... and then crooks a finger

Come here.
 
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