Oreo's Private Room *Invite only*

[Bluemage]

He blinked as she chased after the ball of yarn. He tried to think about this very carefully, and then realized that he was thinking way too carefully. He jumped up and jumped off of the couch making a run for the bed. He had given up on the stealth element of this and just knew that with the feral kitty who was very definitely going to pop him if she caught him. Oh man. The bed. He'd be safe in the bed, under the covers. He leaped to the bed and covered himself up in the sheets. She wouldn't find him here. He knew it. This always worked on monsters that lived in the closet.

 

[oreocookie]

She, however, was not a monster in a closet. She was a cat that liked chasing things that moved. And he moved very fast. She pounced on the covers, the yarn in her mouth. She drops it on him as she searches the lump in the blanket for the person.

 

[Bluemage]

He had been pounced. It looked like he was caught. He struggled to escape the covers, but found himself trapped inside of them, unable to find the way out. This really didn't seem like such a good idea in hindsight...mmmmm...her naked hind had certainly been a sight.

 

[oreocookie]

She rips at the sheets, wanting to get at the man underneath. She was careful not to hurt him as she freed the person from the trap. She purrs as she sees his face, nuzzling it with hers.

I found you!

 

[Bluemage]

He chuckles softly wondering if he can get to the yarn and use it as a distraction before she scratches him to death or something. He looks up to see it and then looks over at her, looking down to the foot of the bed, a different thought coming to mind, just the question of how to put it into effect now...He was going to need to think about it for quite a while.

Yup, you did.

Hopefully he had the time to put his crazy new plan into action...

 

[oreocookie]

She nuzzles him some more, purring, the vibrations deep in her chest. She giggles and bats weakly at the yarn, not enough to push it anywhere, but enough to show she was still interested in it.

 

[Bluemage]

She seemed to be in a much more docile state now that they had played a little bit. She wasn't so interested in tearing off his clothes and fucking him anymore. That was...wait, was that positive? He supposed that as long as he survived the experience that would be pretty awesome. He considered it for a moment. Too much thinking. If he was going to overpower her he had to try it now. He pounced forward, pushing her back towards the foot of the bed. This was a tough plan he was going to have to move quickly. He tried to pounce forward to pin her down, holding the yarn in one hand. He doubted that he'd be able to hold both of her wrists down with one hand for any length of time, hopefully he'd have enough.

 

[oreocookie]

As soon as he pounced her, she tensed. He was playing a power game. She wasn't going to let him do that so easily. She struggled with him, trying to free her hands before he inevitably tied them together, however, she wasn't doing all that well with the struggle. Damnit. She struggled harder, managing to roll him over and end up on top. She grinned down at him.

 

[Bluemage]

He struggled and then with a quick move had her flipped over again, moving to grab her wrists. He smirked as he looked down at her, pressing her down.

Haha! That piece of clothing covering your torso is too much for you. With that on you can't breathe enough and aren't going to be able to win this match!

 

[oreocookie]

She grins widely at his words.

Yeh, shirts. Always getting in the way of breathing.

She flips him with cat-like grace, and a very cat-like flippy move, this time pressing her elbows to his, her hands on his wrist. She used her legs to hold his down, pressing her pevlis to his.

 

[Bluemage]

When she pinned him, in a manner that was much more effective than the way that he had been pinning her up until now, he found himself very much trapped. This was not the best position to be in, and he had, as of yet, not managed to tie her wrists together like he had been aiming for. It looked very much like she was going to be the victor in this game of king of the castle...unless he could think of something. Of course, the only thing that he could think of was the disappointment that she had yet to remove her shirt. He growled and dove forward, pushing his face between her breasts and grabbing the fluffy black fabric that covered her cleavage with his teeth. He pulled his head back and bulled on the fabric at the same time. He heard the delightful tearing sound of fabric giving way to a pulling force. He might not have been able to get on top but maybe this would shock her into loosening her grip...probably not.

 

[oreocookie]

She can't help but laugh, and laugh loudly. After that, he deserved to win the power struggle. She "lost' her grip and allowed him to flip her. She knew this was going to lead to tying her up, and she was OK with that, at this point. He'd used his brain well and deserved a splendid reward.

 

[Bluemage]

He flipped her, pulling her wrists together far above her head. He moved quickly, winding the unbreakable yarn around them and tying knots as they became appropriate. He then looked down at her, smiling in victory. He growled as he struggled with her to get her over to the corner of the bed at the foot of the bed from there he stood up and hoisted her up by the yarn that was around her wrists, pulling her up with all of his strength so that even if she went tiptoed she just wouldn't be able to reach the bed. Once he had her that high up he quickly wrapped more of the unbreakable yarn around one of the indents in the pillar that held up the sheer drapes, one of those wonderful little indents that was for decoration, but worked just was well for this. As he had her hanging there he stepped back to admire his work for a moment.

Looks like I caught myself a feral jungle kitty with some yarn.

 

[oreocookie]

She squirms, though not very hard, not knowing the limit of the yarn, not knowing that it's unbreakable, and not really wanting to get free. Though she won't let him know that, of course. She has to let him think that catching her was all his fault, and she'd done nothing to allow it.

It seems you have.

She purrs.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirks as he moved forward slowly and gently brings his hand up to let his fingers tease over the side of her face ever so briefly before venturing down the side of her neck and to her collarbone.

Now...I believe you were about to tell me how to properly pleasure you...

 

[oreocookie]

I was?
She grins as he looks at her, squirming slightly again, surprisingly comfortable in her position.
Well, I do enjoy a good licking...

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked softly. It seemed that she had changed her mind since she had him pinned down to the couch and she was less interested in what was hiding in his pants and more interested in what he could do with his tongue. A soft chuckle left his lips as he looked into her eyes.

Well, if that is the appropriate way to please you so that I can cut you loose without putting everyone in danger...

 

[oreocookie]

She nods, looking at him, smiling. She wasn't exactly at a level to put his cock in her mouth, anymore, which she would have greatly enjoyed doing, so why not let him pleasure her instead?

It is.

 

[Bluemage]

His smirk remained on his lips as he moved his head closer so that his nose almost brushed against hers, and as he spoke his warm breath tickled over her lips ever so softly.

I was thinking about just taking a hold of your hips and fucking you until your eyes rolled back into your head and you couldn't do anything but mewl out...

Another gentle chuckle leaves his lips.

I suppose that isn't the proper way to please you though.

Slowly he began to sink down to his knees in front of her so that his own nose was level with her tight lower lips, the tight lower lips he had planned to invade with his hot, rigid cock. That would have to wait...or maybe he'd be a vicious little tease and cut her down after he had used his tongue on her a little bit.

His head dipped forward and slowly he dragged his tongue over the lips of her sex, his eyes looking up to see how her body reacted, knowing that from this angle and with her breasts heaving up and down in his vision, he wasn't likely to be able to see her face.

 

[oreocookie]

She squirmed as his tongue teased her nether regions, her body reacting accordingly.

No, it wouldn't be. Not at first, at least.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked as she mentioned that wasn't the appropriate way to please her. Oh, she was asking for trouble, and she was most definitely going to get it. His tongue trailed over her folds again, ever so softly.

I always heard that the best way to tame a feral jungle kitty was with a firm hand though.

He then dipped his head forward and pushed his tongue between her folds, delving into her depths with his tongue, and searching them out with the length of the twisting turning appendage.

 

[oreocookie]

A firm tongue works just fine.

She replies, purring the words. And then he dug his tongue into her and she shuddered with pleasure as it coursed through her body, up and down her spine. She felt herself trying to push her pelvis into him, but considering her position, it wasn't the easiest thing to do.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked softly as his tongue continued to work against her moist folds, delving deep into her sweet honey pot, searching out her most intimate spaces in ways that he hoped would make her toes curl. In all honesty, this was always the sort of thing that he thought that he was very bad at, but it seemed appropriate somehow that he'd give her a little bit of teasing with the tongue. He continued to lap and lick at her, smiling softly. Oh, she was in for a surprise.

 

[oreocookie]

She moaned, shuddering once more, as he sent pleasure coursing through her body, pushing her to her peak and shoving her over it. Her body spasmed in its orgasm, her cunt tightening around his pleasing tongue. Her juices flowed over him and she could feel him lapping them up at her body shook with pleasure.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked softly as she went over the edge. He had known that was coming. He had known that eventually her own system would become too much for her and she would go careening over the edge to orgasmic bliss. He smiled softly and then slowly pulled away from her folds as she finished her shaking and moaning. He looked up to her and moved up her body, standing in front of her. He then reached back into his back pocket and produced a pair of scissors, moving them up and placing the thread between the opened blades.

I guess now that you're bee properly pleasured I can let you go, can't I?