Paying Your Bar Tab
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2026 2:24 pm
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.
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.