Noon's Suite at Cloud 9 (Invitation Only)

[Noon_Shadow]

Considering we're watching this in a place like Lit, it definitely leaves more suggestive thoughts than my imagination when I first saw this movie.

Chuckles softly and leans in to teasingly nip at her ear before pulling back to watch again. "Oh yeah. Darth Vader's got nothing on me. I'd have gotten her to tell me the location of the secret rebel base and the pin number to her bank account, and then still probably left her begging to tell me more." He grins at his companion wickedly, and somewhat intimidatingly, as he slides his arm around her to keep her from darting away.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Chuckles softly and leans in to teasingly nip at her ear before pulling back to watch again. "Oh yeah. Darth Vader's got nothing on me. I'd have gotten her to tell me the location of the secret rebel base and the pin number to her bank account, and then still probably left her begging to tell me more." He grins at his companion wickedly, and somewhat intimidatingly, as he slides his arm around her to keep her from darting away.

Your interrogation techniques would be useless against my superior Jedi mind tricks.
*I purr, leaning into the crook of his arm, patting his belly before reaching for more popcorn in the bowl in his lap.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Your interrogation techniques would be useless against my superior Jedi mind tricks.
*I purr, leaning into the crook of his arm, patting his belly before reaching for more popcorn in the bowl in his lap.

He smiles condescendingly, then nods slightly as he watches her leaning over to scoop out a handful of popcorn. "Perhaps. We'll just have to see how that works, sometime."

He smiles and keeps her wrapped up in his arm, his hand playfully dragging up and down her side, fingers teasing against her as he watches the movie. "Regardless, I think I'd have a good time finding out." The same wicked grin paints his lips as he looks down at his companion once again, before reaching over to take another sip of his beverage. "I think you'd rather enjoy it, too, unless you're back to trying to hold out for you Mistress." He chuckles softly as he pinches her side.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He smiles condescendingly, then nods slightly as he watches her leaning over to scoop out a handful of popcorn. "Perhaps. We'll just have to see how that works, sometime."

He smiles and keeps her wrapped up in his arm, his hand playfully dragging up and down her side, fingers teasing against her as he watches the movie. "Regardless, I think I'd have a good time finding out." The same wicked grin paints his lips as he looks down at his companion once again, before reaching over to take another sip of his beverage. "I think you'd rather enjoy it, too, unless you're back to trying to hold out for you Mistress." He chuckles softly as he pinches her side.

Well, I am holding out for her return. But that doesn't preclude some fun. Just out of curiosity, what sort of questions would you like to get answers to? Surely you don't really care about the rebel base.

My teasing tone accompanies a wink as my hand slides along his leg. I turn my face, pretending to sip my wine, but really to hide the blush at the though of what I'd make him do with my Jedi mind control if I really had it.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"That's no moon, its a space station!"

For 50 nerd points, tell me what other movie has that as a famous quote. If you aren't interested in Nerd points, then you can name a different prize.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Well, I am holding out for her return. But that doesn't preclude some fun. Just out of curiosity, what sort of questions would you like to get answers to? Surely you don't really care about the rebel base.

My teasing tone accompanies a wink as my hand slides along his leg. I turn my face, pretending to sip my wine, but really to hide the blush at the though of what I'd make him do with my Jedi mind control if I really had it.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Fun perhaps, but I think an appropriate application of my techniques might result in it not be being so much fun any more." He lowers his voice slightly as he leans in closer to hear ear, his words now like soft teasing whispers, accompanied by whiffs of air moving against her skin.

"Besides, what's wrong with wanting to know where the Rebel Base is aside from Dantooine?" He chuckles and then glances down at her hand at it traces against his leg, and he adjusts his hips slightly, spreading his lips to make himself a tad more...accessible. "Additionally, I'm sure there's a few dirty secrets that I could wring out of you...things you'd rather not confess to, but could-nay, would-admit to under intense duress."

He takes notice of her blush, since his head is right next to hers, even though she does her best to hide it. It only makes his smile broaden as his lips press down against her skin, the base of her skull right behind her ear...his tongue slipping out lightly, teasingly, against her skin. "Hmmm, what are you thinking, my elfin wench?" He whispers it softly, but insistently, as his hand on her sides grows more brazen with its playful caresses.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"That's no moon, its a space station!"

For 50 nerd points, tell me what other movie has that as a famous quote. If you aren't interested in Nerd points, then you can name a different prize.

He shakes his head helplessly. "No, I guess I don't know it. Unless it's something like Spaceballs, that's a spoof, I really have no idea. I guess you win this one." He grins at her teasingly.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Fun perhaps, but I think an appropriate application of my techniques might result in it not be being so much fun any more." He lowers his voice slightly as he leans in closer to hear ear, his words now like soft teasing whispers, accompanied by whiffs of air moving against her skin.

"Besides, what's wrong with wanting to know where the Rebel Base is aside from Dantooine?" He chuckles and then glances down at her hand at it traces against his leg, and he adjusts his hips slightly, spreading his lips to make himself a tad more...accessible. "Additionally, I'm sure there's a few dirty secrets that I could wring out of you...things you'd rather not confess to, but could-nay, would-admit to under intense duress."

He takes notice of her blush, since his head is right next to hers, even though she does her best to hide it. It only makes his smile broaden as his lips press down against her skin, the base of her skull right behind her ear...his tongue slipping out lightly, teasingly, against her skin. "Hmmm, what are you thinking, my elfin wench?" He whispers it softly, but insistently, as his hand on her sides grows more brazen with its playful caresses.

*Turning back to him, meeting his eyes, the heat rising anew as my face flushes with color.*

I was thinking of things to make you do with Jedi mind tricks, if you were my prisoner instead. *My smile curls up, I can't help it. Mischief is my specialty.*

And the answer is.......'Twister' where the storm chasers are off after a tornado and are calling back and forth on the radio to each other.

Rabbit is good, rabbit is wise! Do I get to name a penalty for you now?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grins at the twinkling in her eyes and nods his agreement to the sentiment. Even though she's flushed with a bit of embarrassment, she also owns up to it proudly. He likes that her mind is turned toward mischief. He leans in and very softly brushes his lips across hers. "Well, I do hope that you had some interesting and devious ideas. If I'm going to be a factor in fantasies, I hope you're at least being truly wild."

The hand that had been tracing along her side is now brushing against the side of her breast through her top, long strokes teasing her skin beneath, and then he slides it back down. His other hand is back on top of her thighs, wriggling in between enough to coax them a tiny bit further apart. "Yes, I suppose you get to name me a penalty, now. Choose wisely, because there's a chance you might yourself with in my power very shortly."

He chuckles and pulls his head away slightly, looking down at her curiously. "So go ahead."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"Do you know what's going on?"

"Maybe it's another drill."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He grins at the twinkling in her eyes and nods his agreement to the sentiment. Even though she's flushed with a bit of embarrassment, she also owns up to it proudly. He likes that her mind is turned toward mischief. He leans in and very softly brushes his lips across hers. "Well, I do hope that you had some interesting and devious ideas. If I'm going to be a factor in fantasies, I hope you're at least being truly wild."

The hand that had been tracing along her side is now brushing against the side of her breast through her top, long strokes teasing her skin beneath, and then he slides it back down. His other hand is back on top of her thighs, wriggling in between enough to coax them a tiny bit further apart. "Yes, I suppose you get to name me a penalty, now. Choose wisely, because there's a chance you might yourself with in my power very shortly."

He chuckles and pulls his head away slightly, looking down at her curiously. "So go ahead."

*My breathing quickens as his roaming fingers find the side swell of my breast. I almost press into him, instinctively. Despite one release from my Mistress, my urges are always strong and have been growing since that night, and they never need much encouragement to rage out of control. I part my thighs slightly, so well aware of his teasing fingers wanting to touch me there. To give a little, but not too much, not yet, that is the tricky part.

I bite my bottom lip, thinking about a suitable penalty, and also what it could lead to. Finally,

You have to take off your shirt. It's what I would have been willing to do if you'd won, so I guess that's fair, right?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"Not this ship, Sister." He chuckles softly to himself."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Not this ship, Sister." He chuckles softly to himself."

*in my best Jedi mind trick impression;

You want to take your shirt off. You need to take your shirt off. It's not the shirt you wish to continue wearing.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

His hands toy with her body almost as a matter of reflex. He feels her thighs parting for him in an instinctive manner, a familiar feeling. His fingers continue traversing up her soft thighs, still brushing against her skin, still teasing. He wants to coax them even further apart, and he wants her to be nearly panting beneath his caresses. Noon is fairly confident that he'll get her there eventually, with a good practiced touch.

He glances up upon hearing her request and perks his eyebrow at her. "Oh, is that it? Much tamer than I though you'd go, honestly. I assumed I'd be getting a preview of what you might considering making me do with jedi mind tricks. Very well then." He gives her no chance to recant or reconsider, and he reluctantly peels his arm away from her long enough to reach down and peel his shirt off. He tosses it in the vicinity of the bedroom and then turns back to her, resisting the urge to flex now.

"That's done easily enough. I don't suppose there's any more trivia you're going to test me with?" He raises a questioning eyebrow at her as he slides in closer, getting his physical presence close enough to her skin that she can feel him against her. His head sips down toward her neck, and he holds back from kissing and nipping at it for the moment while his hand reaches back down to her exposed legs. He cups her thigh lightly and begins tracing his thumb up, higher, aiming toward his intended target at a gradual, practiced pace.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His hands toy with her body almost as a matter of reflex. He feels her thighs parting for him in an instinctive manner, a familiar feeling. His fingers continue traversing up her soft thighs, still brushing against her skin, still teasing. He wants to coax them even further apart, and he wants her to be nearly panting beneath his caresses. Noon is fairly confident that he'll get her there eventually, with a good practiced touch.

He glances up upon hearing her request and perks his eyebrow at her. "Oh, is that it? Much tamer than I though you'd go, honestly. I assumed I'd be getting a preview of what you might considering making me do with jedi mind tricks. Very well then." He gives her no chance to recant or reconsider, and he reluctantly peels his arm away from her long enough to reach down and peel his shirt off. He tosses it in the vicinity of the bedroom and then turns back to her, resisting the urge to flex now.

"That's done easily enough. I don't suppose there's any more trivia you're going to test me with?" He raises a questioning eyebrow at her as he slides in closer, getting his physical presence close enough to her skin that she can feel him against her. His head sips down toward her neck, and he holds back from kissing and nipping at it for the moment while his hand reaches back down to her exposed legs. He cups her thigh lightly and begins tracing his thumb up, higher, aiming toward his intended target at a gradual, practiced pace.

A slight curve of a smile, open admiration of the view, and a sigh, the movie is nearly forgotten. His presence next to me makes me feel small but protected, sheltered, and yet, deliciously in peril at the same time. With a smile, I answer,

Our contest is only beginning, but it's your turn to try to stump me now. You get to name a question, and name your prize or my penalty. One rule though. No matter what we end up doing here, I cannot.....you know....'finish'? I quirk an eyebrow to see if he gets my meaning. I have to wait for my Mistress to return for that. We can play, and you can go as far as you want, but that is the one limit.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

A slight curve of a smile, open admiration of the view, and a sigh, the movie is nearly forgotten. His presence next to me makes me feel small but protected, sheltered, and yet, deliciously in peril at the same time. With a smile, I answer,

Our contest is only beginning, but it's your turn to try to stump me now. You get to name a question, and name your prize or my penalty. One rule though. No matter what we end up doing here, I cannot.....you know....'finish'? I quirk an eyebrow to see if he gets my meaning. I have to wait for my Mistress to return for that. We can play, and you can go as far as you want, but that is the one limit.

His hand still traces against her thigh, brushing higher, sliding over her cutoffs and brushing against the front of them very lightly, teasingly dragging around as he listens. He watches her face, reading the emotions there, his natural intuition kicking in as he reads the anticipation mixed with apprehension. His free hand is suddenly in her hair, curling it around in his fingers, sliding back and forth through it.

"Oh, I understand. I accept your game, but you have to accept that I'm going to tease you mercilessly all the same, and make you seriously regret your single limit." He grins and then leans in to kiss her lips, hungrily, his mouth possessing hers, claiming her with his lips as his tongue slides into her mouth, his hand now resting on the back of her head and holding her into the kiss. He suffocates her lips before pulling back slightly, the kiss itself serving as a warning, a precursor perhaps, of what she might be in for.

"Now, let me see, what's an appropriate question. Here's one that might be fairly easy-do you know the last name of the character Biggs whose fighter was just destroyed?" He grins at hear teasingly, looking down at her, watching to see how flushed her skin grows as he continues rubbing brazenly across the crotch of her shorts.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His hand still traces against her thigh, brushing higher, sliding over her cutoffs and brushing against the front of them very lightly, teasingly dragging around as he listens. He watches her face, reading the emotions there, his natural intuition kicking in as he reads the anticipation mixed with apprehension. His free hand is suddenly in her hair, curling it around in his fingers, sliding back and forth through it.

"Oh, I understand. I accept your game, but you have to accept that I'm going to tease you mercilessly all the same, and make you seriously regret your single limit." He grins and then leans in to kiss her lips, hungrily, his mouth possessing hers, claiming her with his lips as his tongue slides into her mouth, his hand now resting on the back of her head and holding her into the kiss. He suffocates her lips before pulling back slightly, the kiss itself serving as a warning, a precursor perhaps, of what she might be in for.

"Now, let me see, what's an appropriate question. Here's one that might be fairly easy-do you know the last name of the character Biggs whose fighter was just destroyed?" He grins at hear teasingly, looking down at her, watching to see how flushed her skin grows as he continues rubbing brazenly across the crotch of her shorts.

His hand in my hair, one of my many triggers, pulls my head back for his demanding kiss. I moan into his lips, around his tongue, but it comes out more as a whimper. He steals my breath away, leaving me to gasp when the kiss finally breaks. My breathing is quickened now, nearly panting. My eyes widen at his aggressiveness, and I begin to get an inkling of what I've put myself in for. It's hard to think straight, let alone answer trivia. For a moment, I'm sure I just look confused and blushing, my breasts heaving from the rapid breathing. But then I grin, remembering the answer suddenly.

I think it's 'Antilles'?

I can't help pressing into his rubbing fingers. God I hope that answer is right! I'm not sure I could handle what he might want as a prize.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He shakes his head, almost sadly at her response. He watches her body responding to his teasing, her breasts heaving up and down, her hips rocking slightly to his torment against her core. He quickly begins to assess his penalty, deciding it's going to be somewhat more stiff than the one which had been handed to him. He smiles at he knows what it will be, and then he leans down toward her throat, knowing another of her weaknesses as he kisses against it, nipping at it, and then letting his tongue drag along until he finds her pulse beating back against his probing muscle. After taking a moment to moisten the area, he pulls back and speaks.

"No, my elfin friend, I'm sorry that's not the right answer." his eyes meet hers and he traces his hand up over her abdomen and then threatens to drive his fingers inside of her shorts, beneath her panties and begin stroking her in earnest. As his fingertips slide down inside of her shorts, he stops, then pulls them back out slowly.

"For this, it's time to enter the bedroom." He scoops her up suddenly and lifts her in his arms, very quickly carrying her away and depositing her onto the sheets. He turns back around to lock the bedroom door securely behind him, and stashes the key. "The correct answer was Darklighter. Now, strip down to your panties. Everything but them." He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his closet and then toss them over to her. "Then I'll fasten these to your wrists behind your back-your penalty is that you will not be able to use your hands for the remainder of this activity."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon turns the bedroom tv on to the same channel, deciding he might as well keep the appropriate background for this.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He shakes his head, almost sadly at her response. He watches her body responding to his teasing, her breasts heaving up and down, her hips rocking slightly to his torment against her core. He quickly begins to assess his penalty, deciding it's going to be somewhat more stiff than the one which had been handed to him. He smiles at he knows what it will be, and then he leans down toward her throat, knowing another of her weaknesses as he kisses against it, nipping at it, and then letting his tongue drag along until he finds her pulse beating back against his probing muscle. After taking a moment to moisten the area, he pulls back and speaks.

"No, my elfin friend, I'm sorry that's not the right answer." his eyes meet hers and he traces his hand up over her abdomen and then threatens to drive his fingers inside of her shorts, beneath her panties and begin stroking her in earnest. As his fingertips slide down inside of her shorts, he stops, then pulls them back out slowly.

"For this, it's time to enter the bedroom." He scoops her up suddenly and lifts her in his arms, very quickly carrying her away and depositing her onto the sheets. He turns back around to lock the bedroom door securely behind him, and stashes the key. "The correct answer was Darklighter. Now, strip down to your panties. Everything but them." He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his closet and then toss them over to her. "Then I'll fasten these to your wrists behind your back-your penalty is that you will not be able to use your hands for the remainder of this activity."

His look as me worried, but then his lips finds my throat, my pulse! Oh God! He knows what this does to me. My hips tilt, pushing myself against his fingers, rubbing still through my cutoffs. I can't think straight enough to remember my own name, but somehow I realize that 'Antilles' was the name of Wedge, who survives that movie. I sigh, lost in the sensation of his lips on me, accepting my defeat even as he breaks away to tell me the answer was wrong.

My eyes show the defeat and also the worry I begin to feel. Still, it was a fair question, so as his hands move to my waistband, slipping inside, I don't resist or try to stop him. My breath catches in my throat in a stifled gasp as my mouth opens slightly, wondering how far he will go in my penalty.

And then his fingers retreat after only a touch. It just makes me want more. Tease! But he's not finished yet. Before I can collect myself, I'm suddenly in his arms, heading for the bedroom. He puts me on the bed, letting me drop the last few inches, just rough enough to show me he is in charge. I can't believe its going this far, this fast. His instructions leave me stunned, staring open mouthed at the cold metal cuffs against the white sheets.

I look back at him as if to ask if he is serious, but the look on his face tells me he is. I don't have to ask. Wordlessly, I strip off my T shirt, then reach around behind to unfasten my bra. Tossing both aside, I sit back on my bottom, unconsciously moving a little further away from him, closer to the headboard. Further away from the cuffs too, but I know it won't save me.

Slowly I try to slide my cut off shorts down my legs, having a bit of trouble as the tight denim tries to slide my panties with it. I tug them down with one hand, while holding the panties up with the other. To my dismay, I realize how soaked they are. He will see!

I try to be nonchalant about it, but I lost that ability when he locked the door. He is in charge here, and we both know it. Who do I think I'm kidding? Still, I meet his eyes in a resentful but compliant glare as I slip the shorts off my ankles with one hand, holding my panties on at the crotch with the other hand. Then up on my knees again on the bed, I pause, hesitant to take my hand way knowing he will see the dark wet patch. Then there is no time for delays. He holds the cuffs, ready to put them on me.

You won, Noon.

I take my hands away and put them behind my back, turning my face away so I don't see the smirk of victory in his face. Or is it so he doesn't see the flush of embarrassment in mine?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He juggles the handcuffs idly from hand to hand, impatient. His eyes are hungrily devouring her as she peels off her top, and then her bra. He watches her edge away slightly, a bit fearfully, and it only makes his grin all the more predatory. He knows that she can tell what he's thinking from his face, but he doesn't say anything, only wordlessly watches as she struggles with her cutoffs. Damn things must have been tight, with all the issues she seems to be having.

He's tempted to help her, but not, this was HER proscribed task. He watches, as finally, the shorts slip down her legs, watching her cupping her crotch as he tosses them away. Is she playing with herself?-her hand lingers there. And then she removes it and he can see that her panties are wet, nearly soaked through! He resists the urge to laugh victoriously, feeling a slight thrill at just how aroused-and helpless to do anything about it-she is.

Then she tells me he won. Ahh, beautiful music to his ears. The very thought is enough to make his cock twitch slightly in his pants. He approaches the bed now and takes her hands in his, behind her back, and presses his lips against the back of her neck. He gives her hands a slightly reassuring squeeze, and then he twists them as he fastens the cuffs on, keeping her hands trapped behind her. "Indeed, I have won. I've won a great deal."

He bends her forward slowly, gradually, until her face is pressed into the sheets. His cock in his pants is pressed up against her ass, and he pulls back slightly to glimpse down at the soaked sight of them. He's very tempted to peel them off now, but he's accepted her rules. First sight of her pussy, and he'd probably plow right in, limit or no limit, and not stop thrusting until he's forcing her to multiple orgasms right on top of each other.

"You get one more chance now, my sweet elf, since I'm generous. You stump me, and you get to name a penalty, or a prize, as you would have it. But if I know it, the penalty for you could end up being rather devastating." He laughs softly as he leans over her, climbing onto the bed with her. "Do you want to accept this challenge?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He juggles the handcuffs idly from hand to hand, impatient. His eyes are hungrily devouring her as she peels off her top, and then her bra. He watches her edge away slightly, a bit fearfully, and it only makes his grin all the more predatory. He knows that she can tell what he's thinking from his face, but he doesn't say anything, only wordlessly watches as she struggles with her cutoffs. Damn things must have been tight, with all the issues she seems to be having.

He's tempted to help her, but not, this was HER proscribed task. He watches, as finally, the shorts slip down her legs, watching her cupping her crotch as he tosses them away. Is she playing with herself?-her hand lingers there. And then she removes it and he can see that her panties are wet, nearly soaked through! He resists the urge to laugh victoriously, feeling a slight thrill at just how aroused-and helpless to do anything about it-she is.

Then she tells me he won. Ahh, beautiful music to his ears. The very thought is enough to make his cock twitch slightly in his pants. He approaches the bed now and takes her hands in his, behind her back, and presses his lips against the back of her neck. He gives her hands a slightly reassuring squeeze, and then he twists them as he fastens the cuffs on, keeping her hands trapped behind her. "Indeed, I have won. I've won a great deal."

He bends her forward slowly, gradually, until her face is pressed into the sheets. His cock in his pants is pressed up against her ass, and he pulls back slightly to glimpse down at the soaked sight of them. He's very tempted to peel them off now, but he's accepted her rules. First sight of her pussy, and he'd probably plow right in, limit or no limit, and not stop thrusting until he's forcing her to multiple orgasms right on top of each other.

"You get one more chance now, my sweet elf, since I'm generous. You stump me, and you get to name a penalty, or a prize, as you would have it. But if I know it, the penalty for you could end up being rather devastating." He laughs softly as he leans over her, climbing onto the bed with her. "Do you want to accept this challenge?"

He puts the cuffs on me, their cold metal almost seeming to bite into my wrists. Then he pushes me forward, slowly, he isn't rough about it, just....insistent, irresistible. An unstoppable force. The position brings his thick hardness into the cleft of my bottom, and I can feel how aroused he is. This position and that kind of stimulus makes my body stiffen in anticipation, and my breath hitches in my lungs, sounding like a gasp. Me heartbeat doubles almost instantly, eyes dilate in barely suppressed excitement. I'm so close to abandoning all possibility of holding out for my Mistress! I'm almost undone! If he knew how close....

But he pulls back then, and I try hard to get myself under control again, trying to pretend I'm calm. It's damn near impossible, and when he gives me a chance to play again, I'm sure he detects the tremor in my voice as I form my question.

I accept. My question goes to the later trilogy, even though they weren't as good. What was the name of the Trade Federation Viceroy, and for bonus points, what two real life politicians was he named for?

My mouth is very dry as I await his answer, knowing the possible consequences.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon starts kissing along the back of her spine as he has bent forward, trapped to his whim. His lips softly trace against her smooth kiss, very light kisses meant to be teasing, as he awaits her response to his final challenge. She seems to be gathering herself, getting her breathing under control, and he allows her to do so for now. Why not give her the illusion of control for the moment, while he's the one clearly who has absolute control of the situation. He pulls back away from her slightly when she starts speaking, so that he look into her face, watch her eyes.

He smirks immediately at the question. She really should have gone something more difficult, given the circumstances. Perhaps she just really wants to lose. He lets her see the victory on his face, the smirk, and he studies her reaction as she knows that she's lost, utterly. He leans in and kisses her poor, sad elfin lips, lingering in the kiss, savoring the flavor of her against him, tasting her tongue. He moans softly into it, enjoying himself, as he takes his time.

"His name was Nute Gunray, darlin'. And I believe one of the politicions referenced there has to be Newt Gingrich, right?" He chuckles superiorly as he steps back and admires his poor elfish prize. Oh, what tortures to inflict on her. But he's already made his mind up.

"As for your penalty, you're going to be forced to endure some lengthy oral teasing. Let's see, 1 minute would be fair enough, but since I got enough of the bonus answer, let's go for two minutes. That seems fair enough, don't you think, my elvish wench?" He grins broadly and then looks down at her.

"Now, lay on your back. Your poor arms will be trapped beneath your for this, it seems."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Noon starts kissing along the back of her spine as he has bent forward, trapped to his whim. His lips softly trace against her smooth kiss, very light kisses meant to be teasing, as he awaits her response to his final challenge. She seems to be gathering herself, getting her breathing under control, and he allows her to do so for now. Why not give her the illusion of control for the moment, while he's the one clearly who has absolute control of the situation. He pulls back away from her slightly when she starts speaking, so that he look into her face, watch her eyes.

He smirks immediately at the question. She really should have gone something more difficult, given the circumstances. Perhaps she just really wants to lose. He lets her see the victory on his face, the smirk, and he studies her reaction as she knows that she's lost, utterly. He leans in and kisses her poor, sad elfin lips, lingering in the kiss, savoring the flavor of her against him, tasting her tongue. He moans softly into it, enjoying himself, as he takes his time.

"His name was Nute Gunray, darlin'. And I believe one of the politicions referenced there has to be Newt Gingrich, right?" He chuckles superiorly as he steps back and admires his poor elfish prize. Oh, what tortures to inflict on her. But he's already made his mind up.

"As for your penalty, you're going to be forced to endure some lengthy oral teasing. Let's see, 1 minute would be fair enough, but since I got enough of the bonus answer, let's go for two minutes. That seems fair enough, don't you think, my elvish wench?" He grins broadly and then looks down at her.

"Now, lay on your back. Your poor arms will be trapped beneath your for this, it seems."

His kiss only prolongs my anxiety, waiting for his answer, but his expression already told me he was confident. I should have known. I blame the fact that I can barely think at this point for not having a more challenging question.

He gives his answer, getting the question right, but only partially on the bonus. I manage a self satisfied gloating smile, such weak redemption as it is, it's all I have.

Half a bonus for you then. The other politician would be Ronald Reagan, get it? Reagan=ray-gun, Gunray?

Then he names his prize/my penalty, and the smile fades. It is no victory, after all. And I know what I'm about to experience is going to be good. God help me, I must resist cumming, if I can. But can I? Whew! two minutes, might as well be twenty minutes the way I feel now. I could probably pop in 20 seconds as worked up as I am, any other time. But I have to try to hold on.

I nod at his instructions, taking my time to get into position. But fair is fair, and he answered the question. I may not get another chance. I lay back, my arms uncomfortable behind me. If I focus on that maybe......

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon smiles as he watches her positioning herself, seemingly trying to stall for time in the process. He allows it-he actually doesn't plan on making the poor elf cum, but he is going to make it very difficult for her in the meantime. He's fairly sure he can manage the appropriate balance in the process-he's done this before. Still, he has standards.

As sort of a "punishment" for her stalling act in getting into position, he slides back far enough to be in plain view, and then reaches down to his jeans, undoing the zipper, sliding it down. He watches the elf's face, makes sure she's watching as he peels them off. The bulge in his shorts is significant-he's really hard, really enjoying himself at the moment, and it shows. He stands and moves to the side of the bed, next to her, feeling her eyes following him, and then he peels them off, his cock springing out. He moves it closer to her face, watching her. "Remember this?" He laughs sadistically-wanting to relish the memory of it inside, of having been bent over at the waist as his cock filled her pussy and his finger her ass, and her helpless do much about it.

Then he crawls down between her legs at the edge of the bed. Panties are still going to stay on for this-probably an aid to her, but also something of a curse. He slid his hands against her ankles and tugged her legs a bit further apart as he crawled up between them, letting both hands slide north along her legs as he crawls closer. He leans in and then kisses at her navel, letting his tongue dally there for a second. He's got an eye clock, waiting for the second hand to cross 12 before he begins. He nibbles at the bottom of her abdomen while he waits.

As it moves, his tongue drags against the west spot on her crotch. He gives it a long lingering stroke, tasting her juices, moaning slightly with the enjoyment of the taste. He swallows slightly, getting a bit of a cloth taste on his lips, but not minding it. He kisses with his lips, and lets his tongue tease through the panties-a poor shield from him, really. He's found her clit-it's budding upward eagerly, and he listens carefully to elf's breathing, making sure to ease up if he feels her hitching, very aware of the tensing and relaxing as he practices his art upon her dripping pussy.

"One minute." He laughs softly as he swirls his tongue some more, his hands resting on her hips now, lifting them off the surface of the bed so her weight rests more on her shoulders. His mouth begins devouring her juices, and they're dripping quite copiously. He's unsure if she'll be able to make it, but he doesn't stop his ministrations.