Paying Your Bar Tab

[hamish1024]

Continued from the bar brawl here - viewtopic.php?t=22935


Storm’s eyes fluttered open as she woke from a deep sleep, and she tentatively stretched her naked body out on the bed. The first thing she realised was that her face was in Morrigan’s breasts; she’d evidently been cuddling the bigger woman, whilst using her curves as a soft, warm pillow. There were definitely worse places to wake up, she mused happily, as she gently rolled away and tried to get her bearings.

The movement made her wince a little. Her muscles ached from yesterday’s exertions, and her spine was clearly still aggrieved by Morrigan’s moves in last night’s hardcore match. Storm’s mouth felt dry and her head throbbed; unsurprising, given the hits she had taken, although the largely-empty bottles of whisky on her bedside table were probably playing their part in that too. Storm furrowed her brow as she tried to piece her fuzzy memories of the previous night back together.

They were in one of LAW’s numerous private rooms, ostensibly set up for the hentai division’s ever-popular bed-wrestling scene, but in practice made available to anyone who wanted a bed in a hurry. That had definitely been the case with Storm last night, as she had carried the defeated Morrigan away over her shoulder, and VERY eager to implement the “winner on top” stipulation that the Irishwoman had suggested, only to fall foul of her own forfeit.

Storm remembered tossing Morrigan onto the bed and waking her up with gentle but insistent kisses. They’d barely been able to keep their hands off each other, tongues in mouths, bodies groped, but despite their mutual desire, Storm had reluctantly made them stop. At her insistence, they both removed their sweaty, torn, booze-soaked outfits, and took some time to check each other for broken glass and other injuries. The remaining painful shards had been plucked free, and their nastiest scratches sterilised with a splash of stolen scotch. It had partly put Storm in mind of apes grooming each other for fleas, but it had also proven an excellent excuse to get Morrigan naked.

Once she was satisfied that their wounds were at least superficially healed, Storm had abruptly shoved the buxom goth backwards onto the bed, and straddled her in a forwards facesit. The sensuous relief in being able to cash in the stakes she had craved was glorious, and it hadn’t taken much grinding for the horny Scot to reach her first orgasm, climaxing hard atop Morrigan’s face.

It had been fantastic… so fantastic, in fact, that Storm was adamant she wanted more. Playfully reminding Morrigan that it had been her idea for the winner to get to be on top for the whole night, Storm had sourced two pairs of handcuffs from the boxes of sex toys that LAW had thoughtfully provided, and chained the Irish domme’s wrists to the headboard.

Seeing that voluptuous body spread out on the bed, all there for Storm’s enjoyment, was utter bliss. She’d started with a reverse facesit, mischievously smothering her prey before building up to her second orgasm. Though dominant here, Storm wasn’t a selfish lover at heart, and made sure to reciprocate, giving plenty of pleasure to the bound girl with her fingers and her tongue, enjoying finding out what exactly made her tick. Still, the Scot claimed her fair share of climaxes from Morrigan’s face as she indulged through countless straddles, both forward and reverse. Occasionally their aching bodies would get the better of them, slowing them down, but Storm kept the consequences of their fight at bay by frequently french-kissing whisky into her captive’s mouth, the makeshift pain relief going some way to explain why her memories were now a little hazy.

Storm was pretty sure she’d used a vibrating wand at one point, raided from the sex toy box, but wasn’t exactly sure where that had ended up. Her final memory of the night had been a reverse facesit, rubbing her bare ass in Morrigan’s face as she ground out another breathtaking orgasm, climaxing hard on the handcuffed girl’s nose, before rolling off and then pretty much instantly falling into a deep, exhausted, but utterly fulfilled sleep.

As Storm lay happily in the bed, replaying the delightful events of the previous night, she was hit by the niggling sensation she’d forgotten something. Frowning, she sat upright, and looked over at the dark-haired domme she’d curled up with.

“Shit, I forgot to uncuff you before falling asleep, didn’t I?” she gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. Suddenly feeling a lot more awake, Storm tried to blink away the cobwebs and cast her eyes around the messy bedroom, trying to locate the missing handcuff keys. She hoped she could at least find them quickly – she’d really, really enjoyed her time with Morrigan, and would be mortified if this silly mistake soured things.

[BlackAkuma]

”Eh, no rush. Not the first time I’ve woken up in handcuffs.”

The shock of the century.

It was probably safe to say that Morrigan was one of the few people walking the planet Earth who could say a sentence like that and not be joking even a little bit, but it was true. Really, it was the sort of thing you would expect from a dominatrix who lived - and semi-occasionally slept with - another dominatrix. While she and Sabin weren’t ‘partners’ partners, Morrigan was a switch, and she wasn’t unused to being on the bottom from time to time. Even beyond the German, she’d had her occasional dalliances with her back against the sheets.

But had she ever had it this good? If she had, she couldn't recall at the moment, which also spoke to just how well her world had been rocked.

Storm woke her up with kisses, which was definitely her favorite way to be woken up, as it so happened. She’d found herself in one of LAW’s notorious hentai rooms, the perfect place for two extremely horny brawlers to release all their steam without worry of breaking anything expensive or being interrupted, and they went at things from there, after a little self-repair.

And, of course, they’d kicked off things with a facesit, as Storm proceeded to mount her face and use it as a sex toy, an experience that Morrigan happily consented to. She was in her own private heavenly hell under Storm’s enveloping curves, fighting for every breath she could, tasting her on her lips, feeling the wetness as she splashed all over her face, finally adding her juices to the growing cocktail on Morrigan’s skin.

From there, things rapidly spiraled into all manner of interesting directions. More facesitting, which Storm was incredibly adept at, and more orgasms, as the woman used her face as an endless sex toy, fucking her nose raw. While the majority of pleasure went to the Scotswoman, no shortage of it went Morrigan’s way as well, as her lover proved to be generous with her conquered prey. Her pussy grew incredibly familiar with Storm’s fingers, and it wasn’t long before she was filling the room with her own Irish tones. Screams and moans and cries…

Things blurred together, thanks in no small part to the generous amounts of booze flowing through their system - it was probably a good thing for the citizens of Japan that neither of them had any plans on going home that night. Actual sex toys were involved, included a wand that had run out of batteries in Morrigan’s pussy, and it all came to an end with Storm passing out on top of her.

All in all, a 10 out of 10 sexual experience. Highly recommended, would do it again.

Morrigan had drifted off herself and woken up to the familiar sensation of numbed arms, which Storm was quickly rectifying. She gave the handcuffs a quick shake and shrugged. ’They really should use trick cuffs for this stuff, kind of a safety hazard. If a fire broke out, I’d be right fucked.” She rolled her shoulders a couple of times, getting the blood flowing. ”You’re cute when you sleep, by the way. Anyone tell you that before? You do this funny snore like a barn owl.”

[hamish1024]

Storm gave a gentle sigh of relief and smiled as Morrigan shrugged off her waking up in handcuffs, glad that the gorgeous goth seemed pretty down-to-earth about her treatment.

“Well, good, but even still… I know it can kinda fuck your sleep up a bit…” Storm babbled, trying to show she wasn’t completely lacking in empathy. The brunette had been put through some similarly prolonged bondage predicaments in her time, most of them billed as ‘pranks’ by her overbearing partner, and it wasn’t exactly Storm’s favourite way of spending an evening. She belatedly realised that admitting her experience in this to a professional domme was not necessarily a great idea, so was happy to jump topics when the chance arose.

“Pfft, the cuffs aren’t a safety hazard,” Storm replied blithely. “I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you! Unless I was the one doing it!” she grinned, and gave Morrigan’s cheek an affectionate caress. However, her point was rather undercut by the fact she still hadn’t found the keys, and hauled herself up into a proper sitting position to get a better view of the room.

Her search was again frustrated by the delightfully distracting Morrigan.

“Ugh! I do not snore! You take that back!” Storm giggled with a mock-scandalised look of sternness. She felt her face blushing at being called cute, and tried to style it out, prodding at Morrigan’s chest in a pretend show of discipline. “A fucking barn owl!?” she cackled again in disbelief. “I don’t even know what that means, and I grew up on a farm!”

Morrigan was making her laugh more than any other woman she’d met in LAW. There was a relaxed chemistry here, and Storm found herself hoping that it went beyond mere post-orgasmic contentment.

Poking the dark-haired woman’s chest had drawn Storm’s drowsy attention to the rest of that beautiful, bound body.

“Um, did we leave that wand in your pussy all night?” she asked tentatively, biting her lip in faint embarrassment. “I’m amazed you got any sleep at all…”

[BlackAkuma]

At the idea of having her sleep cycle up, Morrigan just waved the notion away with a hand and a shake of the head. ”Trust me, gone to sleep with way worse things. The kind of life I lead, you get used to sleeping through pretty much any damn thing.” Not an exaggeration, either. It was a skill that she’d put to use more times than she would care to count.

The way Storm said it, though, didn’t escape Morrigan’s notice - she got the impression the woman had some experience with it herself, as if she had genuine empathy. That was a little curious, but she could probe later on it.

She hummed and sighed as Storm caressed her cheek, enjoying the touch, small as it was. It was kind of weird to see the Scotswoman so loving and tender, given the way they’d been utterly annihilating each other only a short time ago, but Morrigan found herself enjoying it. The woman was cute - as cute as buff, brawny engine of Scottish destruction could ever be. The Morrigan had never bene one for pillow talk, but this was oddly working for her.

She bit back a moan as the woman poked her breasts - they were still tender and sensitive - but she didn’t hate the feeling, and her chest rose to meet the touch. ”Barn owls. Little birds, hang out in barns, all over the place. You probably had a couple in yours, just never saw them. Kind of how owls do.”

She wiggled her hips a few times, knocking the wand out and letting it fall to the side. ”Nah, it ran out of batteries, I’m fine. Like I said, can sleep through the craziest shit, told you.” She breathed deep and smiled, savoring the scent of this room. They made an excellent aroma, the two of them. ”No rush on the keys. I’m digging this. A little hungry, though.”

[hamish1024]

“Oh, so this isn’t the craziest shit you’ve slept through? God, I have SO many questions…” Storm purred with uncharacteristic girlishness as she nuzzled up to her captive. The pair of them were sticky with sweat and sex, and utterly dishevelled, but it brought another level of intimacy to their morning cuddling, and Storm was relishing the chance to relax and let her guard down with this intriguing, no-nonsense domme.

Storm gently cupped Morrigan’s chin and tilted her mouth, leaning in for an affectionate kiss. Their tongues tasted of last night’s numerous indiscretions, but again, the unvarnished nature of it was all the more alluring.

“So what you’ve saying is, I need to do worse stuff to you next time, if I’m gonna make it on to your list of all-time rough nights? Got it!” Storm grinned as she broke off the kiss.

She idly stroked the goth’s chest. Morrigan’s flinch at being poked hadn’t gone unnoticed, and Storm used it as a pretext to kiss the spot better, planting her lips on those pale curves. Strange to think that she’d come so close to being smothered out by those big breasts, and having their current roles reversed. Now that Storm was getting to know Morrigan’s more playful side, the thought of being at her mercy wasn’t quite as intimidating as it had been… even if she was still glad the match had ultimately gone in her favour.

“Yeah, I’m pretty much sore everywhere, too. You gave me a real fucking beating back there. You are scarily good at brawling, it was impressive.” Storm was trying not to stoke the other woman’s ego too much, but was clearly struggling to rein in her enthusiasm. She had a LOT of thoughts on Morrigan as a fighter, though would refrain from a full critique for now.

As Morrigan mentioned she was hungry, Storm’s stomach gave a loud gurgle, as if on cue.

“Oh, fuck, why did you have to go and say that! Now I’m really fucking hungry too! God, something greasy and something caffeinated would really hit the spot right about now,” Storm groaned, sitting up and rubbing her face.

“Look, I don’t think this place does room service. There IS a wee cafe not too far from here, might be open.”

Storm licked her dry lips thoughtfully. “I could do a quick breakfast run. Would you be alright waiting here for me? Not a major fire hazard or anything?” Storm teased, idly running her fingertips down her captive’s arms.

“The other option is we break you free and go together, but it might be nice for us to leave a room without smashing all the furniture for a change? Though to be honest love, with those muscles you could probably break the headboard yourself…”

Storm smiled easily at the other woman, happy to let her have at least a little say in whether she stayed shackled to the bed or not whilst they made breakfast plans.

[BlackAkuma]

It might’ve sounded like a flex, but it was really just the truth. The Morrigan wasn’t old by any real metric, but she’d already accumulated a wealth of sexual experience that would’ve made 99% of the population blush, done things that most people would only dare dream on the kinkiest, most private nights. The downside to leading that sort of lifestyle, though, was that it sort of inoculated you, made you get too used it, to the point where you needed wilder highs to reach satisfaction.

So it was a good sign that, when Storm came in and kissed her, she felt well and truly satisfied.

The Morrigan hummed into the kiss, eagerly accepting it with an open mouth and an eager tongue. It was oddly affectionate, given the way they’d so utterly destroyed each other, but she sort of liked the juxtaposition if she were being honest. So few of her lovers tried to be really romantic like this after things slowed down. They looked at her and assumed she wasn’t a cuddling, pillowtalk sort of person, that she wouldn’t want to socialize after a good fuck.

But not Storm. She stayed. She even seemed to care, which was refreshing in a way that Morrigan couldn't quite express. A woman could get used to this.

She chewed on her lip as Storm gave her breasts some much-appreciated attention, and she thrusted forward to meet it, gladly giving her former - and likely future - opponent full access. ”Thanks,” She gave a breathless reply to the compliment. ”You’re pretty good, yourself. Bet you’ve got a lot of stories to tell.”

The Morrigan would’ve dearly loved to hear those stories, too, but first she needed to solve the puzzle of these handcuffs. The idea of waiting and being served food by Storm did appeal, but she wasn’t crazy about waiting in handcuffs. Physically, she could handle it, but being stuck like this for thirty or so minutes sounded boring as fuck. So.

”Might have a better option. One sec, let me just…”

The Morrigan looked up and rolled her wrists, forcing the handcuffs together, forcing them against each other. She balled her fist, clenched her teeth, applied leverage, and yanked hard. Didn’t work. A harder yank. Didn’t work, but she swore she felt something give. Just a bit harder, deep breath, one, two-

With a mighty jerk, Morrigan ripped the chains apart and broke the handcuffs, sending a link flying across the room. She brought her hands around and started surveying the damage - a little tearing on the skin, but nothing that wouldn’t be healed up in a week.

”Theeeeeeere we go.” She rubbed the soreness out of her wrists and rolled her shoulders. ”Lucky me LAW uses the cheap cuffs you can get out of the kink store. The kind the guards use is way tougher.”