Strapped in Their Seat: A Lioness Story (for ThatPolishDude)

[Malkavia]

Now there was more the direction Shimmerlace had anticipated—going for a quick grope, and then the handcuffs held (so Beefcake thought) in the cup...Except how would Alicja react when those handcuffs turned up missing? What might she do when she dug into the scant bit of bra and found only silky fabric and pliant skin? Would she crease her brow, grunt with frustration, start to rummage…?

Shimmer had spent much of the previous week fantasizing about how opponents might react to the toy-hiding tricks of her outfit—so when Alicja froze, just on the precipice of slamming face-first into the sleight of hand, Shimmerlace had to work hard to suppress a groan.

And then she felt bad.

And why should I feel bad? she mused.

Well, it was a bit rude, like, being all critical of the wee virgin on her first ride. We all squirm a bit awkward the first night, do we not?

Wee virgin. It was one of those things Shimmer had known without quite knowing that she knew it—or maybe that was an unfair inference? Either way…Now that she really paid attention to the pair of eyes flitting overhead, and looked through the gray, irritated ocean surface, what she found beneath was all too familiar: the fluttering and flitting, anxious and curling silver minnow of insecurity.

Shimmerlace cleared her throat.

“...So. If my eggs aren’t entirely misplaced as to their basket, I believe right abouts now you’re..." The feychild bit her tongue, took a moment to find the right words. She would have liked to tap her head to make her next point, but the pin kept her arms inconvenienced. “...tryin' to shine the light o' thinkin on how you’re to hank and pank and scramble my down-below innards. Sorta like you're solvin' a wee puzzle or some such. Is it not so?“

[ThatPolishDude]

Shimmer's words cut through the confusion that settled over Alicja, at first she only gave a nervous chuckle, swallowing down heavily. "Heh, not really, no. If anything I have too many ideas what to do, but it's... it feels different, not in the way I imagined." She replied finally, her cheeks growing a little redder as if she was telling some embarrassing secret which in a way she was. It wasn't that she lacked experience so to speak but that whatever she did before never felt quite so aggressive, though that word didn't begin to cover how it actually felt. It didn't really feel like it was quite hers, the urge she was fighting felt so alien to her as if it was not even a part of her which was obviously wrong.

Regardless, they had to be doing something not to bore the audience with just staring at each other and talking in a tone that no one could be able to hear in a setting like this. Yet no idea was forthcoming, or rather no idea except the ones eagerly pushing at the back of her mind. Seeing little choice in her current predicament she once more let it take hold, this time trying to keep some semblance of control as her hand moved the fabric she previously caught down to expose the pixie's chest. Taking another big breath she would bend down to plant a soft kiss on her opponent's lips before moving to her neck. With each step she took at that moment, whatever she was holding back was getting ever harder to restrain, as if fed by her actions.

[Malkavia]

Shimmer crooked back her head, exposing the arc of her neck. Alicja kissed her there once...twice. Her back bent. As she smiled and closed her eyes, Shimmer made a growl in her throat that just barely hitched on her vocal chords. A satisfied murmur.

“Aye, but ideas are thinking, Licja,” she whispered. “Hands on the steering wheel, they are.“

If you really had the thinking turned off, you’d do five ideas at once, she wanted to say. You’d come snarling and glaring and tearing and work your magic through six ideas. So tell the blighters in your head to piss off and just take a dive.

But, one could not unsettle the steady hand of reason with arguments. So instead, Shimmer opted for a game of cold and hot—cold for the shivers Alicja’s kisses sent down her back, cold for the cool sweat on her breast as Alicja exposed Shimmer, cold for the submission Shimmer’s body offered as it leaned, gasping, into her captor.

And hot for the way, when Licja was most concentrating, Shimmer darted down and tried to fix her teeth—nip!—over her opponent’s ear.

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja felt strange about what she was doing, the passion replaced by cold calculation and conscious restraint felt wrong in such an instant but she was holding on to it with all she could. "The control is the issue here, this ship ain't got a steering wheel it feels like." she said right before she felt Shimmer's teeth over her ear.

A shiver run down her spine and she couldn't help but let out a warm, shaky breath against Shimmer's neck. The pressure building up in her mind felt like an overflowing river pressing on a long-forgotten dam, first cracks appeared and started to leaking...

Her reaction was sudden, her hand before frozen after pulling the fabric of Shimmer's attire moved back to grab her wrist and pull her hands apart, pinning them down to the sides of Pixie's head. Her head snapped and she grinned commentary before moving down and forcefully kissing the other women while down below one of her legs moved to press against pinkette's crotch. Then she once more froze, her eyes darting in even greater confusion than before as if she had no idea what has just happened.

[Malkavia]

Shimmer perceived in the ocean, beyond the minnow, the dark outline of a predator...Not a shark. Sharks swam the ocean with black, unseeing eyes and a mindless belly, but Shimmer could feel a gaze from this creature—she could feel recognition and hunger, palpable on her skin, the gaze of something that wanted to possess her, as an individual.

Alicja splayed out Shimmerlace’s arms, pinned her down, and grinned in her face. All mine said her her bared teeth as her breath pushed back her hair. Then—the kiss. The knee in Shimmer’s groin. Finally.

But just as Shimmerlace dove into Alicja, just as she was savoring the feel of their tongues sliding one over the other, slick with shared saliva and heat, just as desire sparked to life in Shimmer’s insides and cold want made her neck tight and sensitive and bumpy with goosebumps—once again Alicja froze.

No.

Shimmer responded as if her opponent pressed an ignition button. Up to now the Mischievous Matron had allowed herself to be pinned, but now she gave her slippery, ill-pinned hands a tug. And if she got them free? Then her hands would slide like feathers up Alicja’s sides. Teasing, yes, but swift and determined, too. Her hands would slide under Licja's sports bra, force the cloth up her smooth and warm body, over her shoulders, onto her face. Licja's face wasn't the main entree just now. No, arm round Alicja’s neck on the one side, over her naked ribs on the other, the Pixie would pull herself into a tit. As she'd close her eyes and heave into the warm body over her, the sprite would find the rough pad of her opponent’s areola and run her lips, then her teeth, grazingly over the tender skin. Then, with her tongue, Shimmer would paint circle around the nipple. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. And then suckle.

[ThatPolishDude]

It seemed that the time for the idle chapter was over as Alicja felt Shimmer get free of her grasp, not only that as she would then pull her bra up and leave it around her face. That was fine, nudity itself was somehow not much of an issue for her as she pulled the bra completely off, throwing it to the side. What happened next, was far more problematic.

Her breath shook, then she let out a soft moan as the weight of the pixie hanging and suckling on her nipple pulled her down. Now whatever flimsy dam was holding in her mind finally broke and before she even knew it, Alicja was swallowed up by the flood. Confusion overtook her at that moment as she was helpless to resist the other women playing with her. That however lasted only a moment.

All limits now pulled from her mind, Alicja reached for the Shimmer's hands to rip them from her body and pin her back down to the mat before she rose, pulling her body away from the pixie's mouth. She would flash a predatory grin to her before diving down to her exposed chest, returning the favor from just seconds ago as she went to tease her oponent, her tongue making circles around her nipples and teeth pressing on it lightly, threatening to bite.

[Malkavia]

At the feel of teeth, Shimmer’s toes splayed out. Her hips bucked. As a shiver radiate from her stiffened nipple, a hiss escaped from between her grinning teeth.

“Ohoho! A biter are ye? And you were so meek starting out!”

Red. That was the colour underneath the gray. A red predator riding up and through the gray and blue waves—except now it was on her, fangs around her pink neck. Peering up at her. Teasing. Waiting for the signal to go chomp.

Just fucking bite already!—

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja was completely lost, when Shimmer's voice reached her, something inside wanted to reply, "Hell yeah, I'm!" But to do that she would have to let go with her teeth and it was unacceptable now. Instead, she began to cleantech her jaw tighter, slowly but surely pushing it to the edge when the pain would take over any pleasure from the act. Then she squeezed just a little bit more before releasing and running her tongue over a bite spot.

"Now, any wishes on what to do with you? I MIGHT consider." She said with a voice completely unlike her own, confident, aggressive and for once, it was not a facade. It also wasn't something she would ever say and if there was still some piece of her real consciousness, it surely was mortified at herself rising over the pixie, like a predator over pray.

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace winced, her jaw went taut—then her toes splayed and her smile widened. The pain sharpened, and Shimmer’s gasps got tight. High. Needy. As her smile became a grin. “Come on, cunt—”

And then Alicja ended it. Her tongue grazed the nipple, and a tingle of pleasure slithered up Shimmer’s insides...and they were back to questions. Shimmerlace lolled her head back against the ground, laughed (this absolute cunt), then sighed, slid to place her face in front of Alicja’s, and sneered, eye to eye.

“How’s about,” she said, “You roll on over, take nine inches of toy cock up your arse, and scream my adulation until you’re nought. But a wee. Puddle?”

On the word puddle, Shimmer would whip her neck, aiming to crack nose to skull.

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja did not expect the sudden turn to violence as the headbutt got her unawares, she yelped as she rose up a little, one of her hands going up to her nose and covering her mouth. She scowled, a few drops of blood coming from between her fingers and dripping on Shimmer's body.

Then she removed her hand from her face, revealing a wicked grin completely unlike the girl from before. It seemed as though Alicja has left her own skin and left someone, something else in charge. This new Alicja now moved to climb on top of Shimmer to sit on her belly, releasing the other girl's arm as that hand moved to the pixie's breasts, then she licked off the blood coming down from her nose.

"You want to play it rough? Be my guest, we will see who turns into a puddle." She said in a low predatory growl as she raised her first only for it to come down towards the other woman's face.