Noon's Suite at Cloud 9 (Invitation Only)

[Annisthyrienne]

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.

I see his face, he knows I'm stalling, but he doesn't exactly call me on it, not exactly. What he does is make things tougher for me. My eyes lock on his face as he steps back, smiling, and I have just a second to wonder if he changed his mind and decided to be merciful to me. Merciful? Noon? Not when he has me where he wants me like this!

I catch the movement of his hands at the waistband of his jeans and my eyes are drawn to them. I know I should try to save myself, look away. But I can't. It's compelling, and I have to watch, like I'm afraid to miss something. No matter how many times you've seen it before, you still want to see it again, every time. As his sizable bulge comes into view, I bite my bottom lip, hoping the slight pain will distract me, or at least stop my lips from trembling.

He moves closer, around beside me now, merely inches away from my face. He removes his shorts and his cock practically jumps out at me. I can't help it, I start a little, flinching back as if its a junkyard dog that just sprung out at me from behind a fence.

"Remember this?"

I do. I remember ocean breezes kissing my body, a cold hard table top pressing my breasts, his thrusting cock in my cunt and his finger pushing into my tender asshole. God I loved it! I flush pinkish with the memory, clear down to my breasts. I tried to believe I had held the upper hand that night, that I had gotten what I wanted from him and was in control the whole time though I pretended not to be. But we both knew the truth. We both knew this rematch would come sooner or later. Yeah, I remember. And I also remember now how damn cocky he can be. No pun intended. Or maybe it was, I don't know anymore. But he has good reason to be, I suppose. He has me like putty right now, and he really hasn't even begun.

My thoughts keep me occupied and then hes climbing onto the bed, back between my legs now, pushing my ankles to the sides. I feel his hands sliding up my legs, and it feels so good! He takes his time, he's good that way, a lover with a slow hand as the song goes. He leaves my panties on, and I'm confused. Isn't he going to.... He goes for my navel, kissing, licking, and nipping at my belly, going slowly, tantalizingly slow, moving 'south', driving me fucking crazy!

I'm squirming already, even before his tongue presses my panties up into my crack, like he's french kissing my sopping wet cunt. Oh god! I moan, helpless under these ministrations. Despite myself, when he finds my little clit jutting upwards, the betraying slut begging for extra attention, I can't help but push up into him, a quick upwards thrust, instinctive, animalistic, not a conscious effort, but unable to be resisted. I suck in a quick breath, hissed between clenched teeth. This is torture! How did I think I could resist this?

His hand rests on my pubic arch, his sensor to the tensing in my muscles, telling him how close he is taking me to the edge. He's good, this one! The best ones do that. Monitoring you as you get so close, then backing off so they can build you up all over again, over and over. Jesus! This is going to be a long night!

'One Minute' he says. Is that really all it's been? He lifts my hips, not such a hard task since I want to thrust up into his mouth so badly. Its almost like he hits a switch and they rise all by themselves. But it just puts my pussy into a better position for him. Now he goes to work with a fervor, and I scream out a moan between clenched teeth. Nnnnnggggghhhh! I want to clench my thighs, and they move on their own, but I stop mid motion, determined to spread my legs wider instead, just to be defiant. God help me!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He listens delightfully to the little elf moaning and gasping, seeming to whimper at times. He loves the sounds she's making, especially as she's trying to resist. He smiles into his task, and he flicks his tongue across her clit, feeling another jerk of her hips accompanying it. He loves the way her hips want to ride his mouth, making it easy for him to pull them against his lip. His eyes fall shut for a moment, and he continues listening. When there's a tortured moan, followed by her thighs instinctively nearly closing around his head-he catches the gesture, and her resistance that makes her halt mid-motion-he knows she's really fucking close. He can feel it.

So he eases off. The last 20 seconds are pretty tame by comparison, just light kissing and licks along the surface of her lips, tasting her juices. He respects her desire to avoid cumming for now, to save herself, and as much as he enjoys tempting her, he won't push her over the edge himself. He wants to-oh he wants to. But he holds back.

"Time." He smiles and he slides up her body, slowly, watching her eyes as he crawls up. He pauses for only a second to flick at her nipple, nibbling on it with his mouth, before he slides up on top of her, resting his body against hers and then kissing her softly, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. He holds the kiss for a second before pulling away. "Very well done, Miss Thyri....hope you enjoyed losing." He idly slides a hand along the top of her breast as he rests against her. "In a few minutes I believe I shall make you reciprocate, that attention."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He listens delightfully to the little elf moaning and gasping, seeming to whimper at times. He loves the sounds she's making, especially as she's trying to resist. He smiles into his task, and he flicks his tongue across her clit, feeling another jerk of her hips accompanying it. He loves the way her hips want to ride his mouth, making it easy for him to pull them against his lip. His eyes fall shut for a moment, and he continues listening. When there's a tortured moan, followed by her thighs instinctively nearly closing around his head-he catches the gesture, and her resistance that makes her halt mid-motion-he knows she's really fucking close. He can feel it.

So he eases off. The last 20 seconds are pretty tame by comparison, just light kissing and licks along the surface of her lips, tasting her juices. He respects her desire to avoid cumming for now, to save herself, and as much as he enjoys tempting her, he won't push her over the edge himself. He wants to-oh he wants to. But he holds back.

"Time." He smiles and he slides up her body, slowly, watching her eyes as he crawls up. He pauses for only a second to flick at her nipple, nibbling on it with his mouth, before he slides up on top of her, resting his body against hers and then kissing her softly, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. He holds the kiss for a second before pulling away. "Very well done, Miss Thyri....hope you enjoyed losing." He idly slides a hand along the top of her breast as he rests against her. "In a few minutes I believe I shall make you reciprocate, that attention."

Somehow, somehow I manage to hold off. I don't know how it is possible, but I got lucky. That's all it was. I know 'cause I'm not that strong willed. Maybe he took pity on me. At last, he declares the time is up. He is honorable. He could have kept going and I wouldn't have known. I feel like I'm crazed with lust, and not thinking too clearly.

He moves up, covering me, dominating. He owns me in this moment. He knows it. A quick flick of his tongue on my nipple makes me jerk, one last little twinge connected to the pleasure circuit in my puss. Then he is kissing me and I taste myself. It tastes like lusty fuck honey, and knowing it came from me makes it even more erotic.

I feel his hand on my breast, and I press upwards, partly for more of his touch, and partly because my hands are still behind my back with both of our weight on them now.

He tells me how well I managed to resist, but I know I barely managed. Still I smile as if I had some control after all, even though we both know who really controlled himself. His promise to make me reciprocate is a relief for me. I can focus on pleasing him. Concentrate on my technique and by not being able to touch myself during the act, I might just get through this.

But wait, it's time for another question, technically his turn to ask. Do I really want the challenge? Would it be any different outcome? Oh why not?

Noon, its your turn to ask a question. I haven't been doing so good, but I still have a chance. Give me your best shot.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He feels her body twitching slightly, lifting up to feel his touch on her smooth breasts. He smiles, enjoying the comfort sexuality of the moment-charged tension, electricity, but it's interesting to have such a relaxed among between two very sexually charged bodies. That's what makes him smile, finding it a fairly delicious situation for the moment. He slides off of her after a moment, his fingers still dancing against her breast, tickling at her nipple. He rolls her over slightly onto her side, so she's no longer resting on her arms. He's looking forward to getting her elven lips around his cock.

But wait, she wants another question. "Hmm, are you really a glutton for punishment? This could turn out really badly for you. Keep in mind, if you're assessed a penalty, I'll be forced to top that last punishment. I suspect you won't make it." He grins wickedly and perks an eyebrow at her. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" He looks into her eyes as he waits for the answer, preparing his next question, deciding that he needs a good one.

After she assures him that she's certain she wants to continue, he shrugs nonchalantly, and then grins at her wickedly. He has his question-and honestly, he's rather hoping she doesn't know the answer, because he wants to see exactly what might happen to her beneath his ministrations. The poor elf...putting herself at his mercy one last time could end up being an extremely dangerous ploy. "All right. Then perhaps you can tell me this. George Lucas made a cameo in Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. You have to tell me the name of that character. For bonus points, his species." He smiles at her and keeps teasing her nipple with his fingers, and then he sits up and pulls her up with him, adjusting her to rest on her knees.

"Well, do you know it?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He feels her body twitching slightly, lifting up to feel his touch on her smooth breasts. He smiles, enjoying the comfort sexuality of the moment-charged tension, electricity, but it's interesting to have such a relaxed among between two very sexually charged bodies. That's what makes him smile, finding it a fairly delicious situation for the moment. He slides off of her after a moment, his fingers still dancing against her breast, tickling at her nipple. He rolls her over slightly onto her side, so she's no longer resting on her arms. He's looking forward to getting her elven lips around his cock.

But wait, she wants another question. "Hmm, are you really a glutton for punishment? This could turn out really badly for you. Keep in mind, if you're assessed a penalty, I'll be forced to top that last punishment. I suspect you won't make it." He grins wickedly and perks an eyebrow at her. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" He looks into her eyes as he waits for the answer, preparing his next question, deciding that he needs a good one.

After she assures him that she's certain she wants to continue, he shrugs nonchalantly, and then grins at her wickedly. He has his question-and honestly, he's rather hoping she doesn't know the answer, because he wants to see exactly what might happen to her beneath his ministrations. The poor elf...putting herself at his mercy one last time could end up being an extremely dangerous ploy. "All right. Then perhaps you can tell me this. George Lucas made a cameo in Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. You have to tell me the name of that character. For bonus points, his species." He smiles at her and keeps teasing her nipple with his fingers, and then he sits up and pulls her up with him, adjusting her to rest on her knees.

"Well, do you know it?"

I listen intently as he offers me the chance to back down, but I'm stubborn....foolishly so. And then his question. A bomb of apprehension explodes in my belly as I realize I haven't got a clue. I try to stall for time as I think of the answer. Let's see, that movie involved the betrayal of the Jedi. It had lots of races in it. All I can do is take a guess. I'm pretty sure he wasn't a wookie, and not one of those things with the long tentacles for hair, that one was a female. Not a Gungan. Hmmm.....

Was he a pantorian or something like that? Papa....papa something I think. Papa.....

Dammit, his pinching my nipple is distracting, and I can't think very straight anyhow. Why do I keep thinking of paranoid? Papa Paranoid? No, that can't be right.

Finally I give up and guess, throwing out my answer in a hopeless tone of voice. I know it can't be right.

Papanoid. I'm guessing. I really don't know.

I wait, hardly daring to hope.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon perks an eyebrow at her as he watches her scrambling around hopelessly for an answer, but she seems to be close to it. His fingers continue tormenting her poor nipples as he watches her, his cock pulsing, throbbing. He's surprised at how close she gets. And then...

"Papanoid."

Eh, it's close enough. He's going to give it to her. He smiles and nods at her, impressed, and he slides his hands off of her nipples to rest at her waist as he leans in to nuzzle at her neck again, sucking against it. "Well, that's very good, darlin'. I'm surprised you came up with it." He gives her a wink and steps back slightly.

"Given the correct answer, it seems that you'll earn the opportunity to name a prize. Or a penalty. So what's it going to be?" He poses slightly for her, then laughs as he crawls back onto the bed behind her, hands sliding over her slim, light frame, drawing across her smooth skin. He's curious just what she's going to come up with, now, after what he's put her through. Is she going to lose the cuffs? Is she going to impose conditions on him? He chuckles as his lips press down against her shoulder.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Noon perks an eyebrow at her as he watches her scrambling around hopelessly for an answer, but she seems to be close to it. His fingers continue tormenting her poor nipples as he watches her, his cock pulsing, throbbing. He's surprised at how close she gets. And then...

"Papanoid."

Eh, it's close enough. He's going to give it to her. He smiles and nods at her, impressed, and he slides his hands off of her nipples to rest at her waist as he leans in to nuzzle at her neck again, sucking against it. "Well, that's very good, darlin'. I'm surprised you came up with it." He gives her a wink and steps back slightly.

"Given the correct answer, it seems that you'll earn the opportunity to name a prize. Or a penalty. So what's it going to be?" He poses slightly for her, then laughs as he crawls back onto the bed behind her, hands sliding over her slim, light frame, drawing across her smooth skin. He's curious just what she's going to come up with, now, after what he's put her through. Is she going to lose the cuffs? Is she going to impose conditions on him? He chuckles as his lips press down against her shoulder.

When he tells me its the correct answer, I seriously try not to let my mouth hang open in astonishment. No seriously! Now I get to choose a prize or a penalty. I really thought I was hopelessly wrong, so I have to think about what I could choose. I think about getting rid of the cuffs. I don't like being helpless like this, but they are keeping me from touching myself, and in this situation, that's probably a good thing. I decide to keep the cuffs.

It would definitely be better if I did stuff to him, not the other way around. He knows how to make me respond too well, and my resistance is nearly futile. I decide to make it something that I can stay in control of.

Uhm, okay, put your hands behind your back and I'll give you a blow job. And if I can make you cum, then the game ends, at least for tonight.

My voice is a little shaky, but I feel at least a little more in control now. Maybe I can do this. Maybe I can get through this night after all. If I can, I can probably resist just about anything. I don't think it could get more tempting than this. Well, not much more.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He continues teasing her nipples a bit as she ponders her penalty/prize. He keeps kissing at her shoulders, savoring gently the sweet tastes of her skin. Noon allows him another smile as he feels her hesitating over what to ask. He knows he's worn her down to the point that it's difficult to think-something to be proud of. Finally he hears her request-well, it's fitting enough, even if it's where this game was going anyway.

He backs up slightly and then leans back up against the head board, resting his hands behind him. His cock is throbbing in his lap as he watches her, waiting, and he sighs softly to himself. He's been building up a rather large load to shoot down her throat, and he wonders if she's going to be able to swallow it all when the time comes.

"All right, then. So am I not allowed to use my hands at all, then?" He smiles, keeping them planted, thinking to himself. He's tempted to cheat on this one, if that's the case. The game is nearly over, and he loves using his hands. Then again, it is supposed to be a penalty, and there's a chance this game might restart at some point. Best not cheat and dissuade her from accepting his own rules in future bouts. He gives one last glance at her panties, noting how soaked they are, and sighs regretfully-it really would be nice to stuff that sweet pussy with his cock again. Some other time.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He continues teasing her nipples a bit as she ponders her penalty/prize. He keeps kissing at her shoulders, savoring gently the sweet tastes of her skin. Noon allows him another smile as he feels her hesitating over what to ask. He knows he's worn her down to the point that it's difficult to think-something to be proud of. Finally he hears her request-well, it's fitting enough, even if it's where this game was going anyway.

He backs up slightly and then leans back up against the head board, resting his hands behind him. His cock is throbbing in his lap as he watches her, waiting, and he sighs softly to himself. He's been building up a rather large load to shoot down her throat, and he wonders if she's going to be able to swallow it all when the time comes.

"All right, then. So am I not allowed to use my hands at all, then?" He smiles, keeping them planted, thinking to himself. He's tempted to cheat on this one, if that's the case. The game is nearly over, and he loves using his hands. Then again, it is supposed to be a penalty, and there's a chance this game might restart at some point. Best not cheat and dissuade her from accepting his own rules in future bouts. He gives one last glance at her panties, noting how soaked they are, and sighs regretfully-it really would be nice to stuff that sweet pussy with his cock again. Some other time.

I grin as he test his limits with his comment, and I just nod.

Yes, that's to make sure you can't tease me any worse than you already have, Noon. I don't mind so much if it's only for your pleasure, but you've got me nearly at the bursting point, and I am trying to be a good girl, after all. I know it's my own fault for putting myself in this situation, but I'd just as soon not tempt fate too much.

When he is sitting against the headboard, I waddle into place between his legs. It's hard to walk on your knees on a bed when you can't use your hands to help keep your balance. But I manage. And then I have a new challenge. I still can't use my hands either. Fortunately, I can get him into my mouth without too much trouble, he's practically pointing right at me. I giggle suddenly as the image of a naughty sundial comes to my mind. I will never be able to look at his user name again without thinking of it!

Moving my head to catch his throbbing member in my mouth, I taste his pre-cum first, spreading it over his head with my tongue, but using only more mouth I'll need more lubrication to do this right. I begin to lick down along his shaft, trying to pin his cock to his belly, rather than play bobbing for bananas. I let some saliva drool out, and run down along his shaft, then follow it with my tongue, concentrating on the underside of his thick meat. He is well endowed, and tempting even still. Memories of how this cock felt plunging inside me come suddenly to my mind, and I attack him with greater urgency.

Finding my way own to the bottom of his shaft, his balls tempt me enough to lick before continuing. Using the flat of my tongue to give them both a thorough laving, pushing them around in his scrotum. But there is something more I want to do. Slowly, I place my lips over one testicle, and begin to apply a slow suction, like sucking an egg into my mouth. But it has to be slow, I want him to almost agonize over this, until finally, it pops into my mouth, filling me. Then I look upwards to meet his eyes with mine, sucking on his balls, my eyes wide and innocent by contrast to the sluttiness of my actions.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

A "good girl" is she? He glances down at the juices still coating her panties, in fact, seeming to still be dripping, and he can only grin. Well, there are certainly levels of good behavior, and he feels like she's stretched every single definition of it this evening. But he nods to her and keeps his hands behind him. "Fine then. Hands to myself. I promise." He knows he has sufficient self control to follow through on that, and besides, it shouldn't be THAT difficult-the whole point is that's going to suck him to orgasm anyway. He smiles and nods.

She's definitely taking her time, though. She's lubricating him very thoroughly with her mouth. He wonders what the giggle was about, and decides it's probably not worth asking. He watches her technique, a curious at what's to come. Then she stops at his testicles. He moans softly, feeling her tongue lap against them, feeling them tightening up slightly in response. And she sucks on it-slowly. He grunts slightly...that's an usually feeling, and it makes him gasp out slightly as it pops into her mouth, resting on her tongue. Strange indeed.

Noon looks down into her eyes, and she's doing her best to give him an innocent face-it's beautiful. He only smiles at her. "Yes...that's it, my lusty little elf-wench. Suck it good, you know you want to." He lets the words flow naturally, even as he suppresses his moaning. "Mmm...you're not actually a good girl, you know...you're a dirty little elf whore, and you like it." He smiles sweetly at her, eager to feel her soft lips wrapping about his throbbing member.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

A "good girl" is she? He glances down at the juices still coating her panties, in fact, seeming to still be dripping, and he can only grin. Well, there are certainly levels of good behavior, and he feels like she's stretched every single definition of it this evening. But he nods to her and keeps his hands behind him. "Fine then. Hands to myself. I promise." He knows he has sufficient self control to follow through on that, and besides, it shouldn't be THAT difficult-the whole point is that's going to suck him to orgasm anyway. He smiles and nods.

She's definitely taking her time, though. She's lubricating him very thoroughly with her mouth. He wonders what the giggle was about, and decides it's probably not worth asking. He watches her technique, a curious at what's to come. Then she stops at his testicles. He moans softly, feeling her tongue lap against them, feeling them tightening up slightly in response. And she sucks on it-slowly. He grunts slightly...that's an usually feeling, and it makes him gasp out slightly as it pops into her mouth, resting on her tongue. Strange indeed.

Noon looks down into her eyes, and she's doing her best to give him an innocent face-it's beautiful. He only smiles at her. "Yes...that's it, my lusty little elf-wench. Suck it good, you know you want to." He lets the words flow naturally, even as he suppresses his moaning. "Mmm...you're not actually a good girl, you know...you're a dirty little elf whore, and you like it." He smiles sweetly at her, eager to feel her soft lips wrapping about his throbbing member.

His words strike a chord in me and I smile a dirty smile, mouth around his testicle. I laugh a little and it comes out as a humming vibration around his tender organ. Releasing him at last, I move my head lower, nuzzling down between his legs to reach that sensitive ticklish spot just behind his scrotum, then I let the warmth of my breath flow over it before I take a swipe with my tongue, flicking at it in a tickling way. Some guys react to this like they've got a live wire stuck up their butt suddenly. I make sure I'm read to pull back in case he bucks too hard.

The wetness on my cheek from his soaked scrotum reminds me that there is more to be done. I lift back up to the tip of his penis, my tongue tracing along the little slit, then my lips form an 'O' around the purple head and I begin to slide down over him, tortuously slow at first, until I have about half his length. To take the rest of him will be harder, but not impossible.

Rising up again, dragging my tongue over the underside of his cock, sucking slightly, as if drawing his essence up through him like a straw, I begin to bob up and down on his shaft. Setting a good rhythm, I keep it up, letting my eyes close, concentrating.

And then it's time. He is slick with my saliva and I am ready. I lift off of him to take a breath, then capture his cock in my lips again, moving down over him easily, gliding his length into my mouth until I feel him touching the entrance to my throat. Making a strong effort to relax my throat, I move slowly down on him, swallowing as I go. The trick is to time the swallowing to the right amount of penetration, so I can swallow his penis without reflexively gagging.

There is a moment where he is not quite far enough inside, and I swallow rapidly. The muscles of my throat try to capture him and pull him down, but until I move further onto his shaft, it just feels like his cockhead is being nibbled by a toothless ring of muscle, over and over.

And then with an almost 'popping', as if something gives way, I feel him slide down until my nose is buried deep in his pubic hair. Concentrate. Breath through my nose. In, out. Look up at him with those big doe eyes, his cock completely buried in my mouth and throat. If he could see, he could probably detect his thickness bulging in my slender neck.

I hold him there for a moment or two, then begin to lift off of him, partway, then down again, repeating. How long can he last this way? Let's find out.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He notes her expression changing, knowing that he's hitting close to the mark, and he shares her wicked smile. She really does want to be a little slut, regardless of whatever inklings of desire to be a good girl she's holding on to. He keeps that in mind for a moment. Suddenly her lips are moving away from his sac, and he sees what she's going for. He braces himself slightly-he holds onto his control, and as she blows at that spot, he shudders slightly. He's actually not all THAT ticklish right there, and as he feels her tongue flicking across it, he barely reacts. He gives her a somewhat superior smirk as she halfway ducks out of the way.

Then she returns to her more immediate task. He releases a sight, like sinking into a warm bath, as her lips drop down his length. He does admire her soft mouth....something he'll keep in mind for the future. Her bobbing up and down causes him to inhale sharply. And then she starts lowering her face further, preparing to take his whole length in. He's curious if she'll be able. Her mouth strains, and he feels as his cock slips into the back of her throat. It's tight, and sweet. Her throat seems to be sucking as eagerly as her mouth.

He has to close his eyes now, for a moment, gathering himself slightly. He really wants to enjoy this for as long as she can, but as skilled as she is, he's afraid she's going to make him lose his load very quickly. He's been hard for so long that it's growing dangerous for him. He moans softly, and then realizes that she's manged to take in his whole length. As her head starts moving on his cock again, he moans louder-normally he'd grab her head at this point, dictate her pace, but he's keeping his hands to himself. Instead he lets his hips rock, helping show her the right pace.

He looks down at her, meeting her eyes, and lets her watch the strain and pleasure in his face, keeping his eyes locked for as long as he can between the moans and gasps. Fuck, he's close...Fuck, she's good. Fuck, she's a dirty little whore. Words spill out of his mouth. "Fuck it, fuck it with your mouth, oh yeah, suck it whore. Be my little cum dump."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He notes her expression changing, knowing that he's hitting close to the mark, and he shares her wicked smile. She really does want to be a little slut, regardless of whatever inklings of desire to be a good girl she's holding on to. He keeps that in mind for a moment. Suddenly her lips are moving away from his sac, and he sees what she's going for. He braces himself slightly-he holds onto his control, and as she blows at that spot, he shudders slightly. He's actually not all THAT ticklish right there, and as he feels her tongue flicking across it, he barely reacts. He gives her a somewhat superior smirk as she halfway ducks out of the way.

Then she returns to her more immediate task. He releases a sight, like sinking into a warm bath, as her lips drop down his length. He does admire her soft mouth....something he'll keep in mind for the future. Her bobbing up and down causes him to inhale sharply. And then she starts lowering her face further, preparing to take his whole length in. He's curious if she'll be able. Her mouth strains, and he feels as his cock slips into the back of her throat. It's tight, and sweet. Her throat seems to be sucking as eagerly as her mouth.

He has to close his eyes now, for a moment, gathering himself slightly. He really wants to enjoy this for as long as she can, but as skilled as she is, he's afraid she's going to make him lose his load very quickly. He's been hard for so long that it's growing dangerous for him. He moans softly, and then realizes that she's manged to take in his whole length. As her head starts moving on his cock again, he moans louder-normally he'd grab her head at this point, dictate her pace, but he's keeping his hands to himself. Instead he lets his hips rock, helping show her the right pace.

He looks down at her, meeting her eyes, and lets her watch the strain and pleasure in his face, keeping his eyes locked for as long as he can between the moans and gasps. Fuck, he's close...Fuck, she's good. Fuck, she's a dirty little whore. Words spill out of his mouth. "Fuck it, fuck it with your mouth, oh yeah, suck it whore. Be my little cum dump."

His words make me try to moan, but Momma always taught me not to try to speak with my mouth full. In this case though, it might not be such a bad thing. My voice comes out through my lips and tongue as vibration on his cock flesh. But his words also inflame my lust, and I want more of him. I move down on him again, bobbing, trying to match the pace set by his hips, but deep throating is a little harder to do fast than regular cocksucking.

As I lift off of him on the outstroke, I use my tongue to press the underside of his penis, along the channel his cum will gush through, as if priming the pump with suction. This is stirring feelings in me, and I can't help it, I move to straddle his leg, and it puts his kneecap right in position below my cunt. I bob my head up and down on him, trying to keep my balance without my hands. As I push my mouth down over his cock again, swirling my tongue back and forth underneath, I also press my pussy down on his knee, afraid to move much, but wanting the pressure, that's all.

Sucking harder on the outstroke again, moaning out the pleasure I feel in my sopping wet cunt, all around his shaft, vibration, sound, muffled by fullness. I lift my eyes to meet his, silently begging him for his cum with my wanton look.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon tries to regulate his breathing to some extent, but it's growing difficult to maintain that much control. The lusty little wench does know her trade, and he smiels down at her, reveling in it, sharing his good humor with her, and his appreciation. She manages to control her tongue movements along with her stroking against his cock, and he waits for it, waits for the cum to start shooting straight down her throat.

He notices her weight shifting, and feels it settling onto his knee. He snaps his mind into focus long enough to see that her crotch is resting on his kneecap, and he notes the moisture there. Well, he can't help himself but to reciprocate, even in a small measure. She told him to keep him hands out of it, but didn't say anything else about other extremities. His other leg slides up, practically wrapping around her, exerting a gentle downward pressure on her hips with his foot. And he rocks his knee back and forth slowly against his crotch. It's not particularly steady since he's unable to concentrate even the slightest bit, and perhaps not effective, but likes to think he's teasing her again.

He hears her muffled moans on his cock. Feels them as well. He notes her eyes, sees the begging look, and doesn't know exactly what she's begging for. Does she want him to cum? Does she wish she could cum herself? He grunts a bit and feels his balls tightening up-any second now. He bites his lips and braces his kneecap up against her core a bit harder in anticipation.

"MMmm Gods fuck yes fuck yess yess.." His load finally blows beneath her ministrations, his hips gyrating out of his control, probably making her gag, but they keep pumping upward into her. He's got a lot of cum to shoot into her, and his body keeps moving, his orgasm lasting ridiculously long, crashing into his body, making his muscle tense and flex and spasm. His words have fun out, his voice lost eventually, and he's gasping for air as the flow continues pumping down her throat. He's not even aware of her mouth anymore, unsure if she's swallowing or letting it drip all over the place.

Finally the deluge ends and he slumps down, needing several seconds to recover from that. He breathes deeply, his arms relaxing so that his arms fall down to rest at his sides, eyes closed.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Noon tries to regulate his breathing to some extent, but it's growing difficult to maintain that much control. The lusty little wench does know her trade, and he smiels down at her, reveling in it, sharing his good humor with her, and his appreciation. She manages to control her tongue movements along with her stroking against his cock, and he waits for it, waits for the cum to start shooting straight down her throat.

He notices her weight shifting, and feels it settling onto his knee. He snaps his mind into focus long enough to see that her crotch is resting on his kneecap, and he notes the moisture there. Well, he can't help himself but to reciprocate, even in a small measure. She told him to keep him hands out of it, but didn't say anything else about other extremities. His other leg slides up, practically wrapping around her, exerting a gentle downward pressure on her hips with his foot. And he rocks his knee back and forth slowly against his crotch. It's not particularly steady since he's unable to concentrate even the slightest bit, and perhaps not effective, but likes to think he's teasing her again.

He hears her muffled moans on his cock. Feels them as well. He notes her eyes, sees the begging look, and doesn't know exactly what she's begging for. Does she want him to cum? Does she wish she could cum herself? He grunts a bit and feels his balls tightening up-any second now. He bites his lips and braces his kneecap up against her core a bit harder in anticipation.

"MMmm Gods fuck yes fuck yess yess.." His load finally blows beneath her ministrations, his hips gyrating out of his control, probably making her gag, but they keep pumping upward into her. He's got a lot of cum to shoot into her, and his body keeps moving, his orgasm lasting ridiculously long, crashing into his body, making his muscle tense and flex and spasm. His words have fun out, his voice lost eventually, and he's gasping for air as the flow continues pumping down her throat. He's not even aware of her mouth anymore, unsure if she's swallowing or letting it drip all over the place.

Finally the deluge ends and he slumps down, needing several seconds to recover from that. He breathes deeply, his arms relaxing so that his arms fall down to rest at his sides, eyes closed.

His leg starts to move under me, pressing upwards into my cunt, and I feel his other leg covering me, trapping me, pushing me down harder against him. It's too much for me, being this close! I clamp my legs together, trying to trap his leg into stillness beneath my betraying cunt. But it's still not stopping. I close my eyes tightly and scream around his cock, hoping to voice some of the pent up feelings to get some kind of relief. It only vibrates our flesh: my lips, his cock, and he starts to spew. Great copious ropes of semen. The first couple pulses go straight t down my throat, and I don't really feel them much except for the pulsation through his cock.

But in my near panic over almost cumming myself, I raise up on him, and his next several jets shoot into my mouth, quickly filling me. I swallow, but I can't take all of it. And I can't breath at the same time as I swallow too. I have no choice but to lift off of his spouting manhood, and the last couple of squirts splash against my lips and cheek, hot and slick on my skin. I feel the weight of it, lying draped across my features like a slutty mark of honor, a chevron of cum stretching from the corner of my mouth to just under my ear.

I am gasping for the breath I've been holding back, and so close to cumming! With a glance up at his face, now showing the ecstasy of his orgasm, I let myself flop over, slipping from under his leg, moving my overstimulated pussy away from the danger of further stimulation. It was way too close. But within minutes, I am able to calm enough for the immediate crisis to be over.

I squirm my way up to lay beside him, wiping most of his cum off my face onto the blanket as I move along the bed. I can't get it all, not with my hands cuffed behind my back. I know I must look like a real slut for sure now. For the moment, we both just rest, recovering from the intense experience. I could almost fall asleep here, except for the cuffs. I turn over onto my tummy and turn my head towards him, wanting to see if he is happy and satisfied. In moments though, the peaceful lethargy creeps up on me, and I want to close my eyes and sleep. Lazily, I murmur, I trust you enjoyed that, Noon? Can you take the cuffs off me now? I could fall asleep right here, I think.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He nods slightly, having nearly fallen asleep on her, and reaches over to the nightstand to pull out the key to the cuffs. He quickly releases them and drops them lazily aside. "There you go. It's definitely time for sleep." He doesn't even bother asking if she maintained control or not-he's just too sleepy to care.

"Remind me to leave a big tip for the cleaning service." He smiles...they'll deserve it after this kind of depravity. He slides an arm around the elf and drifts off very quickly.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He nods slightly, having nearly fallen asleep on her, and reaches over to the nightstand to pull out the key to the cuffs. He quickly releases them and drops them lazily aside. "There you go. It's definitely time for sleep." He doesn't even bother asking if she maintained control or not-he's just too sleepy to care.

"Remind me to leave a big tip for the cleaning service." He smiles...they'll deserve it after this kind of depravity. He slides an arm around the elf and drifts off very quickly.

Held in his strong arms, I succumb to the pull of the sandman. Tomorrow will bring new temptations, and another battle for pseudo-chastity, but tonight was an important resistance level set. Or was it a disaster flirted with but narrowly averted? Only my dreams will argue the point now.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Rising from the sweet void of unconsciousness far too early for what would be considered a decent hour, aroused no doubt from said bliss by a nagging itch that has yet to be properly scratched, I slip quietly from the bed, find my clothes and dress again, and venture out into the world, looking for breakfast and mischief, not necessarily in that order.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Room has been cleaned​

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon drags the little kitten into his Suite and then kicks the door shut behind him, his eyes almost glowing with a wicked energy. He pushes her up against the wall in the entry way and and presses up behind her, letting her feel his weight pushing into her. His hand is still in her hair, giving it a light tug to pull her face back from the wall slightly, arching her toward it, and he barks out a sharp laugh. "I hope you understand what you've gotten yourself into, my little kitten." He leans in and nips at the back of her neck, while a hand reaches down to her thighs, spreading her legs slightly apart as she's pinned against the wall.

"Either way, it's too late for escape now." That hand spreading her legs apart pauses to slide between thema nd brush up against her crotch, testing...fingertips dragging along the front of her leggings, feeling her out. This one is going to be teased, tormented, toyed with, and probably humiliated before the end of it. He pokes at her crotch again, finding the appropriate spot to tease, and then he begins pulling her toward his bedroom. No tour of the Suite for her...she's being thrown straight into the fire.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Noon drags the little kitten into his Suite and then kicks the door shut behind him, his eyes almost glowing with a wicked energy. He pushes her up against the wall in the entry way and and presses up behind her, letting her feel his weight pushing into her. His hand is still in her hair, giving it a light tug to pull her face back from the wall slightly, arching her toward it, and he barks out a sharp laugh. "I hope you understand what you've gotten yourself into, my little kitten." He leans in and nips at the back of her neck, while a hand reaches down to her thighs, spreading her legs slightly apart as she's pinned against the wall.

"Either way, it's too late for escape now." That hand spreading her legs apart pauses to slide between thema nd brush up against her crotch, testing...fingertips dragging along the front of her leggings, feeling her out. This one is going to be teased, tormented, toyed with, and probably humiliated before the end of it. He pokes at her crotch again, finding the appropriate spot to tease, and then he begins pulling her toward his bedroom. No tour of the Suite for her...she's being thrown straight into the fire.

*she has no way out now, being dragged solely for his purposes, she gasps at his suite-it was gorgeous from what she could see. She hit the wall, her air leaving her, hair pulled, she lets out a light hiss. This is usually where she starts to play a bit dirty, suddenly moaning as he kisses her neck, forcing her legs apart. Trying to keep them closed is useless, since she could feel every muscle within him. She jumps as he touches near, and on her sensitive area, her panties must have been soaked already. She wants to scream but would hear her out here?*

Um, may I ask where we are going?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon pushes ahead of him into his bedroom. The bedroom door falls shut behind him, automatically locking as it closes. He's still got a tight grip on his captive kitty. As she asks him where they're going, he forces her toward the bed and then bends her forward, over the edge. His hand comes down hard on her ass, the sound of the strike ringing out. He gives only her two quick slaps and then laughs softly, tossing her roughly onto the bed. "C'me now, little neko. You need to know that it does no good to ask when you can't do anything about it."

He lets her see the expression in his eyes, the dangerous hunger there as he looks at her, small on the bed. He lifts a remote by the night stand and the blinds fall closed as the lights come on. He gives it a moment for it to settle in that she's trapped here, now. Then he stalks closer and laughs, lowly. "You can see what this place is for yourself, my sweet. And while we're here, you're going to be my little fuck toy." He just watches her face, smiling at her reaction, not even bothering to ask what she thinks of it.

And then he's practically on top of her again. He grabs at her arms and pushes them up over her head and then his lips on hers, hungrily. He kisses her hard, possessively, and his mouth forces hers open so that his tongue can lay claim to her mouth. He's breathing heavily into the kiss, and he moans softly into her mouth as he lowers his weight onto her, forcing her back down against the mattress.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Noon pushes ahead of him into his bedroom. The bedroom door falls shut behind him, automatically locking as it closes. He's still got a tight grip on his captive kitty. As she asks him where they're going, he forces her toward the bed and then bends her forward, over the edge. His hand comes down hard on her ass, the sound of the strike ringing out. He gives only her two quick slaps and then laughs softly, tossing her roughly onto the bed. "C'me now, little neko. You need to know that it does no good to ask when you can't do anything about it."

He lets her see the expression in his eyes, the dangerous hunger there as he looks at her, small on the bed. He lifts a remote by the night stand and the blinds fall closed as the lights come on. He gives it a moment for it to settle in that she's trapped here, now. Then he stalks closer and laughs, lowly. "You can see what this place is for yourself, my sweet. And while we're here, you're going to be my little fuck toy." He just watches her face, smiling at her reaction, not even bothering to ask what she thinks of it.

And then he's practically on top of her again. He grabs at her arms and pushes them up over her head and then his lips on hers, hungrily. He kisses her hard, possessively, and his mouth forces hers open so that his tongue can lay claim to her mouth. He's breathing heavily into the kiss, and he moans softly into her mouth as he lowers his weight onto her, forcing her back down against the mattress.

*She gets no answer, her mind going ten times faster than her physical self, her being dragged certainly didn't help...her body couldn't get up with his swift movements, and before she knew it, she felt her body get thrown on the bed, no longer in control of what was happening. She knew she had a right to be scared, but she wouldn't give him that pleasure. Her body vibrated after being smacked, barely having time to react before she was once again thrown on the bed, not knowing what to expect next. She glanced around the room...forcing her mind to not be afraid of what was to come. She lets out a small scream, seeing him pounce again, feeling her wrists being grabbed, arms over her head, as she feels his lips, and she can't help but moan into it back, her mouth opening, exploring his as well. She feels her body being trapped against the matress with no escape*

Fuck toy? I'm..not so sure..about that...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He lets his teeth sink into her lip slightly for a moment before he pulls back, and then he looks down at her, laughing softly at her body splayed out beneath his. He still has her arms pinned down, where she can't move them. He presses his knee between her legs, forcing them apart again, and his knee slides right up against the crotch of her leggings. He looks down at her wolfishly. "No...not sure? But isn't that what you wanted? To be used, to be fucked mercilessly?" He lets his knee rub up against her crotch, knowing that her underwear had to have been wet already.

"And the good part is...you don't have a choice anyway." He shifts his grip on her arms so that he has them both restrained with one hand. And then he reaches down to her shirt and begins tugging it upward, pulling it, until it's up over head. Then he slides it off of her arms and tosses it away. He then chuckles when he looks down at her chest. "aha, look at this...someone broke out the fancy undergarments today. I may...just...let you keep it." He leaned down and probingly began kissing from the hollow of her throat down toward the top of her chest. His lips and tongue slipped out across the top angles of her breasts and then dipped into her cleavage playfully. He could see that her nipples were erect already.

"The kitty DOES like it." He then kisses down over the front of her bra, where her nipple is protruding against the soft material, and he flicks it lazily with his tongue. He watches it, then flicks it again, humming softly to himself. And then he takes it into his mouth, sucking the nipple through the material of her bra. He enjoys her responses...but he's also distracting her.

As she is busy coping with the assault on her chest, he reaches and grabs a certain cord. And the poor kitty suddenly finds her hands tied together at the wrist. He slips off of her and then tugs on a pulley, lifting her arms by the rope entwining them up over her head, toward the ceiling, and pulling the rest of her body upright with her, until she's perched on her knees in the center of the bed. "There we go. A delightful little kitty in a trap, we have." He grins and admires his prize.

 

[choklatekoneko]

He lets his teeth sink into her lip slightly for a moment before he pulls back, and then he looks down at her, laughing softly at her body splayed out beneath his. He still has her arms pinned down, where she can't move them. He presses his knee between her legs, forcing them apart again, and his knee slides right up against the crotch of her leggings. He looks down at her wolfishly. "No...not sure? But isn't that what you wanted? To be used, to be fucked mercilessly?" He lets his knee rub up against her crotch, knowing that her underwear had to have been wet already.

"And the good part is...you don't have a choice anyway." He shifts his grip on her arms so that he has them both restrained with one hand. And then he reaches down to her shirt and begins tugging it upward, pulling it, until it's up over head. Then he slides it off of her arms and tosses it away. He then chuckles when he looks down at her chest. "aha, look at this...someone broke out the fancy undergarments today. I may...just...let you keep it." He leaned down and probingly began kissing from the hollow of her throat down toward the top of her chest. His lips and tongue slipped out across the top angles of her breasts and then dipped into her cleavage playfully. He could see that her nipples were erect already.

"The kitty DOES like it." He then kisses down over the front of her bra, where her nipple is protruding against the soft material, and he flicks it lazily with his tongue. He watches it, then flicks it again, humming softly to himself. And then he takes it into his mouth, sucking the nipple through the material of her bra. He enjoys her responses...but he's also distracting her.

As she is busy coping with the assault on her chest, he reaches and grabs a certain cord. And the poor kitty suddenly finds her hands tied together at the wrist. He slips off of her and then tugs on a pulley, lifting her arms by the rope entwining them up over her head, toward the ceiling, and pulling the rest of her body upright with her, until she's perched on her knees in the center of the bed. "There we go. A delightful little kitty in a trap, we have." He grins and admires his prize.

She moans slightly, the dull sharp pain of his teeth reaching her senses a bit late, with everything else going on with her body. She stared directly into his eyes, seemingly mesmerized once again, her own eyes, a deep, sea blue. She refused to be afraid. She wanted to win this time-and she was gonna win. No matter how hard she had to try. She let out another gasp, attempting to shut her legs as he opened them, but it was a fail, and they spread, his knee touching her, knowing he was feeling the wetness of her panties slightly.

"No...not sure? But isn't that what you wanted? To be used, to be fucked mercilessly?" he asked, the smile on his face she couldn't place. She didn't know what she wanted-she just knew, she needed something, something badly.

She bit her lip before answering. "I'm..." she stopped herself. She didn't really know, but she was sure as hell gonna find out tonight. Like he kept saying, she didn't have a choice, at least to him. She blushed feeling her top come off, his comment making her turn another shade of red. She felt her body arch automatically, feeling his lips touch her, tongue flicking against her breast. She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud, loving his tongue at the moment--his mouth period was a heaven. She groaned when he pulled away, yelping as she was pulled upward, her wrists connected, when she wasn't paying attention. She hissed at him as a natural response.