Noon's Suite at Cloud 9 (Invitation Only)

[Annisthyrienne]

Noon sighs softly as she rubs her cheek again his cock through the fabric. There's a wet spot at the where his precum is already soaking through the fabric, and that brushes past her nose and by her ear. He smiles as he pulls at her nipples, but she growls at the teasing, the frustration. It's actually really delightful-she's sweet and gentle, but in this state, she really can sound very animal, and he loves it when her lust really takes her over. But then she dives forward and her nipples slide out of his fingers as she lunges at his cock.

It's a pretty fucking hot gesture. His cock twitches at the sight of it, even though he jerks slightly at the feel of her teeth on his skin, so near to his cock. It's actually a tiny bit hazardous. Her drool soaks through the cloth, making his cock very visible before she manages to drag it down. And then with a great effort, it slips off his cock, which pops out excitedly, happy to be free while she continues working.

She's really damn sexy, too, when she lays back and grabs at the waistband with her toes. Her legs are spread, reading for him, her toes moving wickedly, and dragging against his skin. She gets them down to his knees, and he stares at her challengingly. Are you done? he asks. But she's hiking down her panties slightly, meeting his gaze with lust. he glances down at her slit, seeing it bared-damn, it's been VERY long since he's seen it, since the last time he played with it, she'd kept her panties on the whole time. He growls, animalistic, hungry.

He spreads his legs apart, shakes his hips slightly, and his boxers fall to his ankles, pooling. He kicks them off and practically tackles her into the bed. She raises her legs, suggesting he peel her panties off with his teeth. He doesn't even really think about it as he tilts her hips upward, grabbing them in his teeth, growling as he does. His hands are on her waist, cupping her ass, and he drags viciously all the way down her ankles and off her toes. And then he's kissing at her ankles, and her calves, slowly making his way back up her legs with his lips and mouth, watching her hungrily, eying his goal-god, that pussy looks so sweet!

His reaction takes me my surprise a little. Well not the reaction, but his aggressiveness in executing it. I squeal as he nearly tears my panties off with his teeth. Well, I did ask for that. The squeal becomes a little scream, but it changes real quickly to a softer moan, a sigh of pleasure as he begins to lavish attention on my legs. Ankles, calves, then my knees, paying attention to the backs of them, kissing me there. It sends tingles through me. I swear I feel my pussy throb. They aren't biologically connected, are they? I just hope and pray he keeps following that path to it's end.

Oh God, Noon! That feel so good! I want you so bad right now! Please!

Please what? I don't even know for sure. Please keep doing that? Please continue? Please fuck me now? They all sound good to me in that moment.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He moves his hands up to her hips, holding them in place-mostly. She's still wriggling around as he moves his lips on her skin. He pauses to suck once he gets just above the knee, just on the inside on of her leg. He flicks his tongue there as he sucks, and he doesn't even pause long enough to determine if he's left a mark on her skin. He continues kissing higher, and as he moves closer, his hands slide up her hips, across her sides. He hears her crying out, begging, pleading, and he continues his journey upward. His hands are on her breasts now, and he's cupping as he did earlier.

His head is right between her thighs now, having traced up her skin. He growls again, hungrily, looking at her eyes. He can see the flush in her cheeks, the excitement, and he can readily smell her arousal. There's even some remaining evidence of her having had a small orgasm earlier. Then his tongue flicks her pussy, much to her apparent satisfaction. He feels her hips nearly lunging into his face as he kisses at her pussy and sucks on it. He buries his nose right into it, sucking, and then he moves his lips up to her clit. He doesn't even bother listening to hear if she's about to cum, or presently cumming-he's too carried away with his task.

He wraps his lips around her clit, eventually, and flicks his tongue against it. He feels her body moving, away that she's making sounds. He's making sounds of his own-god he wants her. He's so hungry for his, he's wanted this. His cock is twitching. He pulls back, slides his tongue inside of her pussy, and then moves his tongue back up across her clitoral shaft before sucking on her clit again. He doesn't stop pinching and playing with her nipples as she does.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He moves his hands up to her hips, holding them in place-mostly. She's still wriggling around as he moves his lips on her skin. He pauses to suck once he gets just above the knee, just on the inside on of her leg. He flicks his tongue there as he sucks, and he doesn't even pause long enough to determine if he's left a mark on her skin. He continues kissing higher, and as he moves closer, his hands slide up her hips, across her sides. He hears her crying out, begging, pleading, and he continues his journey upward. His hands are on her breasts now, and he's cupping as he did earlier.

His head is right between her thighs now, having traced up her skin. He growls again, hungrily, looking at her eyes. He can see the flush in her cheeks, the excitement, and he can readily smell her arousal. There's even some remaining evidence of her having had a small orgasm earlier. Then his tongue flicks her pussy, much to her apparent satisfaction. He feels her hips nearly lunging into his face as he kisses at her pussy and sucks on it. He buries his nose right into it, sucking, and then he moves his lips up to her clit. He doesn't even bother listening to hear if she's about to cum, or presently cumming-he's too carried away with his task.

He wraps his lips around her clit, eventually, and flicks his tongue against it. He feels her body moving, away that she's making sounds. He's making sounds of his own-god he wants her. He's so hungry for his, he's wanted this. His cock is twitching. He pulls back, slides his tongue inside of her pussy, and then moves his tongue back up across her clitoral shaft before sucking on her clit again. He doesn't stop pinching and playing with her nipples as she does.

His lips on my legs make me writhe and squirm in delicious torment. I swear he knows exactly what he is doing to me, and he does it on purpose! Or maybe he is just such a natural at this kind of bedevilment. I think that is more likely the case, and I can't help but smile, even through the almost constant moans and sighs coming from me now.

My hands come up to tug and pull at my nipples, wanting to ease the ache I feel in them from their puckered stiffening. After all, he didn't say I couldn't use my hands on myself.

"Please, Noon, I want you! God, please!"

I hate to beg for it. It sounds so needy, desperate, which I guess I am, now that I think about it. Still we all like to maintain the illusion, at least to ourselves, that we have some dignity left, and aren't' totally reduced to a wanton sex craving animal. Don't we?

I tug and pinch my nipples unmercifully, spawning that tingling nervous circuit between breast, down along my spine, to my cunt and clit, now throbbing with desire for direct stimulation. I feel his hands batting mine away, replacing them, taking over the territory of my breasts, claiming them as his. And his head has found the place between my thighs, his mouth on me now! I cry out as his lips find my pussy at last,

Aaaaghh, yes! God, Yes!

I glance down to see him looking up at me, meeting my eyes. He looks like a hungry wolf and he's going to eat me! Yes!, Damnit Yes! he even growls, and it sends shivers racing through me, chasing the tingles from his lips as he finds my clit and sucks it into his mouth. I can't help it, my hips thrust upwards into his face, bumping my pubic arch against his upper lip. It doesn't phase him. he ravages me with his mouth!

I reach down for him, wanting to slide my fingers through his hair, knot them in that hair and pull him in tighter on my cunt! But I hesitate partway, clenching up my fists to try to resist. He said I can't use my hands. I've want to! I've got to! In desperation I cry out,

Please, may I use my hands now?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He's so carried away with himself that he's barely paying attention to what she says at this point. He's intent on eating her up, ravaging her, and the squealing and crying sounds are absolutely par for the course. He wants her in this state, this panting, crying, nearly animalistic state. She's writhing beneath his mouth and he sucks up her juices, slurping, and the sound of it is so erotic it makes his cock twitch. He moans, thankfully, gratefully, as he sucks down on her juices and lets her body writhe up against his mouth, letting her dictate.

Her nipples feel rock hard to his fingers. He pulls on them, and pinches down hard, feeling that she wants heavy pressure on them. He pulls and pinches and rolls them in his fingers, being unnecessarily rough, but that's what he gets for being so focused on his task. Eventually he does look up, glancing at his quarry. Her eyes on him, pleading, as she sucking her clit as she's arching her hips up toward him. What's she pleading about. He had to focus to realize she'd just said something. About her hands? Oh yes, right.

Use your hands, my little elf slut. Use whatever you like. He grins wickedly up at her-he hadn't meant to force her to be hands-free for the whole experience...just the undressing. He pauses a second, looking down at her dlicious pussy, his moth hovering over it for a second. Her hands push on his head, and he slowly lets her force his mouth back down to her pussy. His tongue flicks across her clit as he uses a hand to roughly smack at her breast, flicking her nipple with a finger before giving it a tug. He's goign to turn the elf into a flowing puddle, and then he's going to force his cock into her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He's so carried away with himself that he's barely paying attention to what she says at this point. He's intent on eating her up, ravaging her, and the squealing and crying sounds are absolutely par for the course. He wants her in this state, this panting, crying, nearly animalistic state. She's writhing beneath his mouth and he sucks up her juices, slurping, and the sound of it is so erotic it makes his cock twitch. He moans, thankfully, gratefully, as he sucks down on her juices and lets her body writhe up against his mouth, letting her dictate.

Her nipples feel rock hard to his fingers. He pulls on them, and pinches down hard, feeling that she wants heavy pressure on them. He pulls and pinches and rolls them in his fingers, being unnecessarily rough, but that's what he gets for being so focused on his task. Eventually he does look up, glancing at his quarry. Her eyes on him, pleading, as she sucking her clit as she's arching her hips up toward him. What's she pleading about. He had to focus to realize she'd just said something. About her hands? Oh yes, right.

Use your hands, my little elf slut. Use whatever you like. He grins wickedly up at her-he hadn't meant to force her to be hands-free for the whole experience...just the undressing. He pauses a second, looking down at her dlicious pussy, his moth hovering over it for a second. Her hands push on his head, and he slowly lets her force his mouth back down to her pussy. His tongue flicks across her clit as he uses a hand to roughly smack at her breast, flicking her nipple with a finger before giving it a tug. He's goign to turn the elf into a flowing puddle, and then he's going to force his cock into her.

He gives me leave and I waste no time, my hands moving to his head, fingers sliding through his hair, gently pushing him down again, to my aching needy cunt. His tongue returns to my clit and it is heavenly! The sharp slap to my breast takes me by surprise and brings a gasp and a cry from me. It also makes my hands tighten into fists in his hair and give a sharp tug reflexively. I usually don't do rough play, but he started it. He'll see how each action brings a reaction, even if unintended. I hadn't meant to pull his hair so hard.

I let my hips rock into his thrusting tongue, feeling it slip inside me, then return to my clit, for more teasing. The building heat in my core tells me it won't be long before I explode again. I wonder if he'll let me cum while he uses his mouth on me.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He hears her gasp and cry out at the strike, and he grins. She hadn't expected it, it's not the norm for her, but he's in quite the mood. He redoubles his efforts on her cunt, applying all his skills on her soaking wet pussy. Then he feels her twisting and tugging on his hair, forcing his head down into her, reciprocating the toughness. He wants to laugh, but his mouth is full of elf at the moment and he can't easily do so, and he's forced to use his lips harder on her bucking lips. He'll have to restrain himself...to an extent. She's not used to being rough, he's got so much planned for her sweet delicious pussy.

She's close. He knows she's close. He wonders if she's going to try to hold out until she has permission-not that she needs it. But he's in charge, and he knows that she knows, and he thinks that she might be slipping into a very submissive mindset-it follows with her uncertainty about whether she could use her hands. He just lets her dictate his face now, lets her body tell him what to do, as she rocks up into his face and forces his head down. He's actually rather trapped here-she's insistent, and very strong in her needy passion.

Breathe through the nose, breathe...his tongue slides up and down her clitoral shaft, and then he wraps his lips around it again, sucking on it, sucking her off as though it was a miniature cock, with his tongue playing with it. He's going to push her over the edge, make her squirt over him-god she taste so good. He's moaning, and mentally gasping, losing track of the noises he's making. He's so hot, he wants to fuck her so hard, but she's got his head in her hands now and she's exerting her control. He coudl break free...but he doesn't want to just yet.

With one last gesture, intent on forcing over the precipice, lets go one of her nipple with one hand and drags his hand down between her legs. Two fingers on her labia, and their getting wet on her juices. Normally he'd just like them, but his mouth is rather occupied at the moment. She's so wet though, that it takes no time at to lubricate them. And then he pushes them inside of her, curling down, pushing deep into her. He lets her grip him with her pussy before he starts slowly pumping. And then, the coup de grâce-his thumb presses down, right onto the little bud of her asshole. He wants to laugh victoriously.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He hears her gasp and cry out at the strike, and he grins. She hadn't expected it, it's not the norm for her, but he's in quite the mood. He redoubles his efforts on her cunt, applying all his skills on her soaking wet pussy. Then he feels her twisting and tugging on his hair, forcing his head down into her, reciprocating the toughness. He wants to laugh, but his mouth is full of elf at the moment and he can't easily do so, and he's forced to use his lips harder on her bucking lips. He'll have to restrain himself...to an extent. She's not used to being rough, he's got so much planned for her sweet delicious pussy.

She's close. He knows she's close. He wonders if she's going to try to hold out until she has permission-not that she needs it. But he's in charge, and he knows that she knows, and he thinks that she might be slipping into a very submissive mindset-it follows with her uncertainty about whether she could use her hands. He just lets her dictate his face now, lets her body tell him what to do, as she rocks up into his face and forces his head down. He's actually rather trapped here-she's insistent, and very strong in her needy passion.

Breathe through the nose, breathe...his tongue slides up and down her clitoral shaft, and then he wraps his lips around it again, sucking on it, sucking her off as though it was a miniature cock, with his tongue playing with it. He's going to push her over the edge, make her squirt over him-god she taste so good. He's moaning, and mentally gasping, losing track of the noises he's making. He's so hot, he wants to fuck her so hard, but she's got his head in her hands now and she's exerting her control. He coudl break free...but he doesn't want to just yet.

With one last gesture, intent on forcing over the precipice, lets go one of her nipple with one hand and drags his hand down between her legs. Two fingers on her labia, and their getting wet on her juices. Normally he'd just like them, but his mouth is rather occupied at the moment. She's so wet though, that it takes no time at to lubricate them. And then he pushes them inside of her, curling down, pushing deep into her. He lets her grip him with her pussy before he starts slowly pumping. And then, the coup de grâce-his thumb presses down, right onto the little bud of her asshole. He wants to laugh victoriously.

I want to cum! It's so simple really, but so complicated too. Can I? May I? Am I allowed yet? Sometimes they tell me when I may. Sometimes they just demand it. Sometimes just those words are enough: Cum for me, my elf. Oh Goddess, it works for Mistress every time!

I want to, but I hold back, trying to wait. I've gotten good at holding back....well, sort of. This is not going to be one of those times. Already I can feel the tell tale hunching movements, those little reflexive movements that signal a hard orgasm is coming to take me, whether I'm ready or not.

I feel you change position, and I take advantage of the shift. Your hand comes away from my breast and I lift my leg up over your shoulder, further entrapping your head at my sex. I would bring the other one up too, but it is still blocked by your other arm on my breast. I settle for holding you tightly with this leg over your back and shoulder.

I feel your fingers slide inside me, and my control slips away incrementally. My cunt floods in response, but its only the precursor. Then your thumb presses to my ass, threatening to invade my intimate place. It is my undoing. I surge upwards, hips thrusting as my orgasm takes me by storm, rocking my body. My pussy spasms around your fingers tightening on them in rhythmic pulses. With each pulse, small spurts of clear fluids are forced out of me, splashing onto your hands and face, soaking the sheets.

I scream, an undulating protracted moan as I arch my back, pressing my hips upwards, and my head down backwards into the mattress. In my haze of cumming, my hands smack at your head, before clenching on your hair again. I hump your head and face like an animal in rut.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He feels her pussy begin spasming around his fingers. He continues what he's doing as he presses his thumb against her ass. His mouth continues sucking her clit, his fingers continue to slide and out of her. He's going to force this orgasm to last, to drag out as long as he can. He continues going as she squirts her juices all over his mattress. Messy-messy sheets, seem to be a signature of their playtimes together. What about making them messier. His thumb begins to enter her slightly in mid orgasm, and then slips back out. He feels her hips rocking hard against his face still and her hands still forcing his against her.

Her scream is music to his ears. He loves the noises she makes, so delightful, so needy. He feels her smacking at his head, her body clutching needingly to his mouth. He keeps going, keeps lapping away with his tongue, keeps forcing the juices to flow out of her. She can't help herself right now, she's at his mercy, and he loves it.

Finally, the flow abates, her grip at the top of his head loosens, and then he slips out of her grip. His head breaks free and he's crawling up her body, and then looking down into her eyes. He kisses her nose to force their attention on him. She's still weak from having just cum, but she's also very sensitive. Sensitive enough to feel his cock pressing against her pussy, sensitive enough to feel his hands lifting her legs apart. He grins wickedly down at her.

Hope you your little elf cunt is quite ready to be filled. I'm going to make it mine now.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He feels her pussy begin spasming around his fingers. He continues what he's doing as he presses his thumb against her ass. His mouth continues sucking her clit, his fingers continue to slide and out of her. He's going to force this orgasm to last, to drag out as long as he can. He continues going as she squirts her juices all over his mattress. Messy-messy sheets, seem to be a signature of their playtimes together. What about making them messier. His thumb begins to enter her slightly in mid orgasm, and then slips back out. He feels her hips rocking hard against his face still and her hands still forcing his against her.

Her scream is music to his ears. He loves the noises she makes, so delightful, so needy. He feels her smacking at his head, her body clutching needingly to his mouth. He keeps going, keeps lapping away with his tongue, keeps forcing the juices to flow out of her. She can't help herself right now, she's at his mercy, and he loves it.

Finally, the flow abates, her grip at the top of his head loosens, and then he slips out of her grip. His head breaks free and he's crawling up her body, and then looking down into her eyes. He kisses her nose to force their attention on him. She's still weak from having just cum, but she's also very sensitive. Sensitive enough to feel his cock pressing against her pussy, sensitive enough to feel his hands lifting her legs apart. He grins wickedly down at her.

Hope you your little elf cunt is quite ready to be filled. I'm going to make it mine now.

I'm lost in a haze of ecstasy. I'm drained, and over sensitive, but I wouldn't trade the feeling. Only vaguely do I feel him pull away from me, but only for a moment. He is above me now, demanding me attention. Even more commanding is the way I feel the length of him at my center, pressing with his need, wanting to claim my depths. I feel him moving me into position, opening my legs, made weary with the strain of my orgasm, but heavy with that pleasant sated feeling. I hear his gloating words. He has reason to gloat. I'm completely willing to let him do whatever he wishes to me at this point.

I lift my knees around his hips as he prepares to lower himself onto me. The soft skin of my inner thighs brush against his hips, preparing to feel him sink into me. My hands lift to his shoulders, my eyes looking up at him trustingly. My mistake, probably, but we'll find out. I nod slightly, letting him know I'm ready.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He feels very wicked like this-having her at his mercy. She can't even fight back, as drained as she is. And he's still getting started with her. Her face is almost slumped back as she looks up at him. Those eyes are so trusting as she looks up at him, as she nods, telling him to move. He thinks about what he could do to her, how he could take advantage of her in this situation...and he decides, for one, he might go a bit easier on her. But he still growls hungrily as he rubs his hungry cock right up against her pussy.

He tilts her hips back, spreading her legs wide, wide apart, and then he spears into her. His hands use her breasts as a hand hold as he fills her with his cock, and then he begins rocking back and forth, letting it throb inside her tight pussy. How's it feel to be helpless to my whims, elf-slut? he asks. He chuckles, a hand settling onto her hips as he moves between her legs, hearing the sound of her pussy squeezing him, wetness sloshing out. She's so wet from her cumming and still dripping onto him.

He then reaches down to her asshole again, and his finger pokes at her entrance, her tight little but squeeze shut, and he rubs at it, watching her face. I coudl take your sweet little ass, you know. And you wouldn't be strong enough to stop me. He grins as he pounds into her, moaning now, crying out, biting his lip for a moment. Oh fuck...elf slut...your pussy is mine!" He pushes her back until her head bangs up against the headboard slightly, and still he keeps rocking his hips furiously into her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He feels very wicked like this-having her at his mercy. She can't even fight back, as drained as she is. And he's still getting started with her. Her face is almost slumped back as she looks up at him. Those eyes are so trusting as she looks up at him, as she nods, telling him to move. He thinks about what he could do to her, how he could take advantage of her in this situation...and he decides, for one, he might go a bit easier on her. But he still growls hungrily as he rubs his hungry cock right up against her pussy.

He tilts her hips back, spreading her legs wide, wide apart, and then he spears into her. His hands use her breasts as a hand hold as he fills her with his cock, and then he begins rocking back and forth, letting it throb inside her tight pussy. How's it feel to be helpless to my whims, elf-slut? he asks. He chuckles, a hand settling onto her hips as he moves between her legs, hearing the sound of her pussy squeezing him, wetness sloshing out. She's so wet from her cumming and still dripping onto him.

He then reaches down to her asshole again, and his finger pokes at her entrance, her tight little but squeeze shut, and he rubs at it, watching her face. I coudl take your sweet little ass, you know. And you wouldn't be strong enough to stop me. He grins as he pounds into her, moaning now, crying out, biting his lip for a moment. Oh fuck...elf slut...your pussy is mine!" He pushes her back until her head bangs up against the headboard slightly, and still he keeps rocking his hips furiously into her.

I lift my legs despite my fatigue from my climax, aided by his strong hands pushing them up and outwards, rolling my hips upwards, splitting me open wider and wider for him. I see the look in his eye and I know what it forbodes. This man is going to fuck me, ravage me, until I am incoherent in my screams of passion, unable to form words in any language. Is that what it means to be fucked senseless, I wonder.

Wider, and wider still, he spreads me. It's almost to the point of getting painful, but I know he likes it that way: just a little pain for his pleasure. Finally he impales me on his hard length, one thrust, spitting me like so much meat. His strong hands clutch my breasts, none too gently, and he uses them to pull himself inside me all the way, nothing more than 'fuck handles' for him. His sudden full thrust fills me, and brings a loud moan from my lips.

He rocks his hips now, slow movements at first, while he gloats his seeming victory over me. How's it feel to be helpless to my whims, elf-slut? My continuous moan, attenuated by his growing thrusts forcing air out of my lungs, over vocal chords, making my moan into a series of short primal grunts, is the only answer I can make.

His hand moves to cup my hip, taking a hold on my pelvic cradle, a sign to me that he is about to really let me have it. His new grip on me literally pulls me onto his invading cock again and again as he begins to thrust hard into me. Our bodies are slapping together now, the force of the impacts beginning to scoot me further onto the bed. The slap - slap - slap of flesh on flesh is accompanied by the sound of churning butter that is actually my wetness from my previous orgasm, being stirred juicily by the ravagement of his cock.

He slows after a few minutes, a devilish gleam in his eye as he reaches around and under. His finger finds my tight rear hole and he pokes me, teasing, I could take your sweet little ass, you know. And you wouldn't be strong enough to stop me. I know it's true. My eyes widen, and I'm sure he misinterpret it as apprehension or fear, when in actuality, it is excitement at the prospect. My mind swims as I recall the same heady feelings of that first time I was used and hurt that way. This situation has similar elements, and they work on my psyche, thrilling me the same way as that first time.

Of course it would be different now. I know what to do, how to relax, how to ease the pain, and maximize the pleasure. As long as he would go slow at first, I could manage. But he is only teasing....for now. His thrusts pick back up again, using my body to build his pleasure. I can see it in his face. He would love to think he is in control, but he is approaching that point where he'll lose it. We both will. I just wonder who will get there first.

His furious thrusts continue to claim me, forcing me to take it. Incrementally I am being forced back further onto the bed as his body piledrives me again and again. All I can do is cling to him desperately, riding out this onslaught, whimpering and moaning nearly continuously now, my breath punctuating in harsh staccato gasps pushed out of me by his pistoning cock in my body. I begin to lose myself to this growing haze of lust and pleasure, drifting now. I don't feel my legs wrapping his hips, locking my ankles behind his back. I don't feel my nails digging into his shoulders, fingers clutching, holding on as if my life depends on it. I don't feel the tears running freely from my eyes, my body's response to being overwhelmed by this sensation overload.

But then he says something: words that cut through all of that and drive home to my fogged brain; words that are conditioned within me to bring a response.

Oh fuck...elf slut...your pussy is mine!"

My eyes shoot open and I manage to find words to protest. "No! Noon, you mustn't say that, not that way! I belong only to Mistress!" I protest, not because I want him to stop the incredible things he's doing to me. I protest only because I must be clear that I belong only to Her. But on some level, I know he understands this. I know he says things like that for effect, and not because he means to claim me on any basis other than the immediacy of our fucking.

Further protest is lost as the haze reclaims me, his pounding cock reaching 'that spot' within, pulling me back into the bliss. I feel myself dragged relentlessly towards another orgasm. Just as my throbbing cunt begins to twitch and spasm in time with his thrusts, my head begins to hit against the headboard. It's a strange counterpoint rhythm: thrust, cum, bonk. Thust, cum, bonk. "Ooh, ahhh, ow! Ooh, ahhh, ow!"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Suite has been cleaned

Noon entered his Suite, a few memories playing in his head of guests he's invited-most recently the elf woman. He let himself reminisce slightly, but not for too long, because he another very different guest visiting tonight. He had a drink sitting ready on the counter, and he sipped on it quickly, waiting on his guest to arrive. He almost chuckled with glee at the thought of the wolf paying a visit.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf comes calling, a black knapsack slung casually over one shoulder. Within it's depths are my favorite things~ropes, prickly wheels, a black velvet blindfold. Hopefully, Noon won't be disappointed. A small grin as my hand dips into the bag and pulls out a pearl handled razor blade. Glancing down at my clothing, I give a slight chuckle. The jeans are old and worn, the baby tee is loose and ripped...and I am barefoot with a tiny silver toe ring on my right foot. The blade should make things interesting. Taking a deep breath, I hesitate for just a moment and then stride inside.

"Hello, Noon. You didn't wait too long did you?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grins as Luna enters, eying her, admiring her choice of dress, finding that hunger stirring up in him again. He eyes the blade, his lips quirked up in amusement, curious about exactly what she has it for. He has his own thoughts about it. He slips over to her very quickly and pushes the door closed behind her, and then he's tilting forward slightly to kiss her, and his weight is bearing her back against the wall in the entryway. His mouth is hungry, voracious, and he presses his body up against hers in a manner more than suggestive of his current mindset. His arousal is already fairly evident beneath his slacks against her.

"Well I've been waiting a very long time, in fact, but not this day." [He growled very softly as he leaned down even further and nibbled at her neck. "Let's not wait too much longer." He grinned as he held her against him, backing up slowly inside.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Forceful, hungry. I like that in a man. Most men don't, won't , can't...do that, give that, be that. I knew he could. I allowed him to press me back and ravage my mouth with his. Hell, I enjoyed it immensely, my own body straining forward, trying to burrow into his heat. But I had come here with a plan...and he was going to wait just a little while longer.

Once he broke the kiss, once he spoke his words, I smiled up at him and handed him the sack and the razor...

"Inside of that bag are my favorite things...rope for binding, whartenberg wheel for sensation play, a blindfold so I don't see what you are planning."

My eyes go to the blade I am attempting to press into his hand.

"This blade? Well it is to help you remove my clothing....anyway you wish...bind me before....bind me after...either way...we will both be very happy with the result."

My voice turns challenging, low, husky, seductive...

"Unless you'd rather I undress you???"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grinned at her, delight evident in it, as he looked down at her. His hands had closed around the handle of the blade-which he'd expected to have in his grasp sooner or later anyway, and he hefted it lightly. He had his own knives, but hers was finer, and, he suspected, even sharper. He pressed the flat of the blade against her skin near her hip through a hole in her shirt, and studied her, eyes still shining down with wicked hunger.

"Funny...I enjoy several of the same things." He laughed huskily at her and continued dragging her into his bedroom. He pressed a switch on the wall, closing the shades and lowering the drapes, and dimming the lights within. He set the blade down on the nightstand gently, and then he took the bag, dropping it down lightly beside the bed, as he kissed her again. His hands slipped around her, holding her back, her ass, supporting her as he bent her backward, lowering her down onto the mattress. He let her go long enough to settle herself down on her back.

"I'm much too eager to get you undressed, sexy." His voice is still husky, strained with the growl of arousal. He climbed on top of her on the bed, kissing her again, his hips pressing down into hers. He smiled and then none too gently begin pulling her arms up back behind her head. " I think you will enjoy being bound for a change." He began to pull out the rope, grinning wickedly.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Bliss. To not think. To let someone else take over and do FOR me? Utter, total bliss. He knew how to hold the razor for maximum effectiveness and I gave a small shiver at the feel of cold steel pressed to warm flesh. His words made me smile. I knew he had it in him...and anyway, sometimes a wolf just wants to be a woman...not a boi, not a wolf, just a woman.

He hustled me into the bedroom and placed the razor blade gently on the bedside stand. He wasn't nearly as gentle with me, his own body's urgings made that quite impossible and and I didn't mind not in the least. After all~he was kissing, devouring, tasting me...and I hadn't even had the chance to lay......oooooooh. I rested against the firm mattress, my eyes light brown and gleaming up into his. My voice was husky, low, seductive.

"In a hurry, Noon? No reason to rush, is there?"

A small shiver, my body pressing up into his.

"And yes, I would love to be the bound one, for a change..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grinned at her as he looked down into her eyes, seeming them gleaming up at him. His eyes were green and sharply studying her, his lips somewhere between amusement and delight.

"No reason to rush at all...Just impatience. In certain ways, I'll be all too thrilled to take my time." He flicked his tongue teasingly against her lips and then leaned over toward her ear, flicking it with his tongue as well Her body was hot against his, and hard in ways while being soft in others, and he was grinding down gently against her, taking measures and enjoying the supple sensations of her, the enticing scents.

He reluctantly peeled his body away from her, looking down at her, leaving her arms where they were. "Then we shall grant that desire," he said softly, as he began drawing out the rope she'd brought. He felt the texture-it was smooth, non abrasive-it would not chafe the skin too much as she lay restrained by it, and her smiled down at her. "I'm always eager to get started."

He leaned over and pulled her wrists together, lightly looping the rope around each wrist before pulling it tight, lashing it down against convenient hooks he had in the headboard, for approximately this purpose. He lashed down securely the rope, before doubling back and wrapping around her wrists again, not giving her much slack or ability to move her arms separate of each other. He grinned down at her as he tied it off and then pulled out another length of rope for her ankles. "I wonder how well you're going to behave..." he chuckled. "Hopefully not too well."

He couldn't help but press his lips against her toes, tasting her bare foot, before he began tying her down....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The bindings were perfect and I felt~free. I couldn't move my arms and by the time he had finished with my ankles, I couldn't move my legs either. Didn't matter. I trusted him, enough that I was here and offering myself up to his not so tender mercies. I had waited a VERY long time to get the rest of my tip...and he would finish that for me. Tonight.

His words gave just a hint of the trouble I was in...but I couldn't mind. Wouldn't mind. This is what I wanted and I had begged him and teased him for quite a while until I got it. Even so, I couldn't stop the inner wolf from showing her fangs. I wouldn't be me if I had.

"I do like a man who ties a good knot. A man who kisses feet?? Sexy....but even better? A man who undresses me quickly and fucks me til I can't breathe...."

Silence, for just a moment. And then...

"However, I am willing to wait for that part...as long as you get to cutting....I feel a little...warm."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He had tied off her ankles, pulling them to opposite corners so that her legs were spread. He smiled at her, captive in his place, his mouth practically watering with the possibilities. He did have to chuckle when she spoke though.

"Oh, you'll find the breathing to be rather important when we get to that part, my dear..." His voice naturally slipped into the condescending tones that he generally found himself using in these situations, when he was in control. He pressed a hand down to her toned abs, and trailed his fingers up toward the mounds of her breasts through her shirt as she spoke to him gain, and he grinned. He reached over and grabbed at the knife, holding it by his eyes as he looked down at her, both the blade and his eyes sharing a dangerous gleam.

"Now, now, Luna, I didn't see that you brought a gag with you, but I'm certainly not above improvising one should it become necessary. I know enough of how pleasant your mouth can be that I'm rather reluctant to take those measures, though."

He chuckled at her and then reached out to pull out the blindfold. "We're adding before we take away, this time." He strapped it around her head, kissing her lips once again, one last time sampling her before he pulled away and left her in darkness. He adjusted it to make sure it was firmly in place, and he left her still for a moment, knowing that he was holding a sharp instrument with no foreknowledge about where he would use it. It was thrilled in a couple of ways.

He pressed the knife down to her chest, with the flat of the blade, pressing it right down against her nipple. At that first contact of the cold steel on her chest, she had to think he was cutting away, threatening to break skin, but he was simply sliding the flat of the blade against her. He stroked the cold steel against the fabric where it covered her nipples, and took his time in it, enjoying a semi-sadistic pleasure.

Then he moved it down to her side, to one of the rips in her tattered shirt, and he pulled the blade up firmly, parting her shirt all the way up to her armpit. Then he pulled away and began cutting her shirt open between her breasts, showing her cleavage as her breasts strained outward against the fabric, parting easily against the sharp blade. He kept pulling it down until her breasts were on the very verge of pushing out, sliding free of their restraints, and then he grinned yet again. This is where he enjoys taking his time-slowly opening his presents. He leaned forward, holding the knife carefully away from his body, as he pressed his lips into her now-showing cleavage, tracing his tongue along the insides of her breasts.

"Mmm, so delicious. And yes, warm, as you said, truly enough."

He chuckled and then slipped the blade over to her opposite side, now cutting from her hip up to her armpit again, rending the shirt into two pieces, which he now quickly discarded, baring from her waist up.

"Now the fun part."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He blinded me and I felt a little fear. His words changed from seductive, greedy, to something else. I knew it for what it was~control, Topping, dominance. As long as he didn't confuse my giving him his way with me submitting? We would be just fine. I thought about that for a moment...how would he know?

Sharp, cold. I felt it against my flesh. I couldn't see which side he pressed against me but there was no scent of blood, no stinging pain. My nipples hardened in response. An instinctive reaction that couldn't be stopped, couldn't be controlled. He was playing me like a violin. I couldn't help but respond. I think I was beginning to worry.

Cool air as the blade ripped into my tattered tee. He took his time. Teasing me. Drawing the pleasure out, making me wonder, making me twitch. Making the heat unbearable. And, of course he brought that up with his light, teasing voice. Oh how I hated him right then! My voice was husky. I hated that too! I sounded like some sort of drugged up sex goddess.

"You mean this wasn't fun?"

My hips rolled against the mattress, my pelvis rising slowly and returning to it's spot, once, twice.

"I enjoyed it immensely..."

Voice dipped lower, tongue tip darting out to taste my dry lips. I was turned on...very much so...I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He's not a fool-he knows that she's not submitting. But he's willing handed him the reins of control, here, and he seizes upon them comfortably. This is well-trod territory for him, even if it is new to have such a creature as Luna in his clutches. He licked his lips as he looked down at how her body had responded to his teasing, to his playing, her nipples rising up, her hips writhing slightly-anticipation? Taunting? Seduction? He wasn't sure, but the whole room already smelled to him like sex and sin.

"Oh do not get my wrong-every inch and every second with you is quite fun, not to mention delectable." He chuckled and then stepped back for a moment. The smell was already enticing, but he decided it needed a little extra something. He removed a pair of scented candles from a drawer, lavender, lighting them. Deprivation of sight did tend to make other senses more aware, if not more acute, and he was building an environment here, not just a scene. He lit the candles and place one on the table opposite the foot of the bed, and the other on a table adjacent the head.

He then picked up the knife again, and he was at her side, and his hands were on her body. He lightly toyed with one of her breasts, his fingertip running against the nipple, brushing it lightly as though stroking, before he dragged that hand all the way down to her flag stomach, to the waistband of her jeans. His fingertips loosened the button, freeing it, and then the razor was resting on her skin at her hip, the bottom of her pelvis.

He delicately slid it up underneath the waistband, the skin there being especially sensitive. He had to school his body to relax, to not tense up, even though his entire system was gearing up for sex, the mechanisms in him growing hotter and hungrier with every passing moment. He could only imagine how it must feel on the receiving end of these ministrations. He grinned as he began cutting her jeans, now, drawing down the outside of her right leg, toward him, the material still parting before the blade as if it were paper. He got down as far as her knee before he switched to her ankle, now cutting up the inside of her leg. The pants were close to falling open, but had not been cleanly rended, and it was enjoyable to drag the blade up from her ankle, up past the knee, on the inside of her thigh, then pressing the edge of the blade against her hot skin.

He repeated the process with the other leg, and her pants were hanging onto her through only two thin strips, across the top of each thigh, that he needed to cut. He chuckled.

"It is growing hotter in here. And it has little to do with the candles I've lit." He set the knife down and then began undressing, letting her hear the clear sounds of his shirt being peeled off, his fly being zipped down, and of his slacks, followed by his shorts hitting the ground. He stood fully nude now, next to her, grinning at her inability to see him. Just to confirm to her what he knew that she now suspected, he leaned over against her chest and let her feel the warm, almost pulsing, head of his cock against her breast, tracing against her nipple for a brief moment. "Oh, I bet you wish you could use your hands now."

He smiled, then cut free her pants from her legs, tossing them away, and then set the knife away for the time being as he settled down on the bed, letting his weight sink in between her legs.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Cunt twitch. He just kept teasing, pushing, dragging this out and all I wanted was to be fucked unconscious...ok maybe not that but fuck! I wanted. His hands, his scent, the voice, the cool steel? They all conspired against me. Making little whimpering sounds explode from my lips~staccato, vibrato. I sounded feral. Unsure. HUNGRY.

He went away. I heard the flare of flame and the slight hissing of something..a wick, maybe? Two? He was creating a mood, a thing...building something with he and I as the centerpieces. I was slowly losing my mind. I couldn't help it. My body kept moving without my consent, writhing slowly. I could feel sweat~ a light layer~ forming on my bared torso and it was because of him. His teasing, his...way.

Then cold steel on warm skin, just below the open waist band of my jeans. I hissed in a breath. Not fear~oh no. The breath was in response to the sudden flood of wetness that instantly gathered at the touch of the razor. FUCK! I had to hold still now. I couldn't move. This was a delicate process and I had done it often enough to know that sexual excitement makes a steady hand VERY difficult. 'No movement, wolf.' My voice giving me hell inside my head.

He took his time, even now. I could smell him~that warm animal musk scent of a man with a raging hard on and a need to bury it, soon. Didn't make his movements any more hurried. In fact, it felt like he slowed further~testing himself, pushing me. I wanted to scream at him. I held my silence. Finally, two pieces of fabric holding my pants on...he stopped! His voice made me focus...I heard the sounds of a man shucking clothing.

A moment, two...and I felt his hardness, resting on my nipple, teasing it. I sighed, my hips moved. I couldn't help it. His teasing words brought an answer.

"Oh, I very much so wish I had my hands...."

I sounded sick with lust and desire...and he ended our little standoff, cutting the rest of the fabric and tugging the destroyed denim away. I was nude and open. I felt him settle himself between widely spread thighs. Was he sitting? Was he looking? Was I freaking? My voice again, in the silence of the room...

"Fuck, I am such a mess right now."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The lack of control, the loss of sight, it was clearly doing things to her. Her nipples were so hard to his sight now, especially after she'd felt his cock against them. And as he looked down at her pussy, he could see the moisture flowing-it was copious, already flowing out, glimmering against her thighs. He laughed wickedly, letting Luna her the strained tones of his aroused voice.

You're right, you are a fucking mess." Her last words had the ring of something she had not meant to say out loud, but they were also so very true. Not that he was much better. He was sweating on his torso as well, his bodily processes already straining to cool down his raging hormonal need to fuck her, his own body seemingly in a rage at being denied so long. He then leaned down between her legs, and his mouth pressed right into her pussy. It occurred to him that this was his first time touching it, and he was tasting it as well, slowly running his tongue against it. He felt the reflexive jerk of her hips, and he knew she needed to be fucked. Almost as much as he needed to fuck her.

But no, not just yet. She had another implement with her, and he had an idea of his own. The whartenberg wheel...it was an interesting implement, one he'd never thought to use for himself, but he quickly understood just what to do with it. First, still a few more things to be done. Against this intense heat...what else but ice? He grinned and pulled the ice bucket out of his little freezer in the corner of the bedroom. He laid it just next to the side of the bed and then crawled on top of her hard body. Ohh godd, the need to just pound inside of her and fuck her senseless was overwhelming...but he had patience yet, and he was in control of this game. He kissed her mouth again, letting her feel the conflicting, near overriding desire to pound her until he was unconscious.

"You're such a delectable treat, sexy. Immaculate...and simmering hot. Let's see what we can do about that." He chuckled, his voice ringing with wickedness, as he reached over to the side and pulled out a cube of ice, dragging it across her next. The cold was unexpected, he knew, hard for her to prepare for.

"Perhaps this should cool things off just a bit." He rolled his body slightly and then dragged it down her neck, circled her breasts with it, and then he dropped it down onto her navel, letting it melt there. Then he pulled out another cube and began tracing against her other breast, her other nipple, teasing against it, seeing how it was already, until it was hard lump. He poked it with the ice once again, and then closed his warm mouth around it, using his hot tongue to heat it back up once again. He was licking and sucking on it, after having driven it numb, then pushing the sensation back into it. And the ice cube was on the other breast, giving the other nipple on the same treatment. Mmmm, she was delicious this way.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A low whimper. Was that me? Fuck, it was. He was torturing me! It wasn't fair. His voice proved that he was also tormenting himself. That made it slightly easier to take. For the moment, for as long as I could hold out without begging. I believe I am mostly still under control. Maybe I believed that clear up until his mouth touched me. I don't allow that. I don't! And yet, my hips rolled toward him, pressing into his questing mouth. I groaned~long, low...deep in my throat. He was trying to kill me! And I had placed myself into his, oh so capable, hands.

He stopped, he moved away and I damned near cried. What was he trying to do? I heard the sound of something opening, closing, and the steady tread as he returned to the bed and placed something near by. I wanted to ask but bit my tongue. I wouldn't! And then, he left the realm of fair~far, far behind. How? He placed himself upon me, allowed my to feel the heat, the hard throbbing length, the weight. He kissed me...with an appetite that seemed to eclipse my own. I wanted to plead with him. I didn't.

His words gave little hint to...FUCK! Cold!! Ice. Ice and his mouth. Ice and him. Back and forth. I could feel the control I had, snapping. My back arched for him, feeding him my flesh. Wetness dripped from between widely spread thighs, and I felt it, running toward the crack of my ass. I was gone and I knew it.

"Please...please....please..."

Voice a whimper, a moan. My body bucking, moving, wanting...and he just kept...teasing.