Who's the Biggest Shill? | Morgan vs Noomi

"What? No!" Morgan snapped at the bad kisser mark. She was definitely not a bad kisser but she walked right into that trap by calling for a reset. She threw her head back out of frustration, the impact causing a light *thud* as it hit the floor. "Ow.." She muttered under her breath, reaching back to give her head a rub. Her frustration lead to a glare up at Noomi as Morgan began to sit up. The result being an incidental very close view up Noomi's skirt prompting Morgan to feel her cheeks flush as she glanced away once she realized.

Only when Noomi finished standing over her, did Morgan slowly rise to her feet. Annoyed, but encouraged that she was free to give the match another go. She went down far too easily for underestimating Noomi and that wouldn't happen again, she swore.

Reluctantly following Noomi over to her wardrobe, Morgan pouted as she considered what gawdy piece she'd have to wear. She also felt sour about her bracelet being stolen but she couldn't claim it because it was technically not allowed. When Noomi finished her search, she procured one small tube. Gaming symbols, which really meant nothing to Morgan as she didn't like that sort of thing, were displayed all over.

"What is it?" Morgan scowled.

Noomi held the tube between her hands, fingers pinched on either end as she idly twisted the top, the only real sign was the split in some of the gaming symbols where a seam was on the sleek black tube. She purposely waited, not even offering an explanation as to what she had pulled out until Morgan inquired. Noomi took a few steps over to Morgan then leaned herself shoulder to shoulder with her.

“Lipstick.” Noomi chirped, the word accompanied by an audible pop as the top was the tube was removed. The smooth-shaped stick of makeup was a crisp black with what looked to be gold and pink glitter that caught the light. Noomi held the lipstick up as if to offer it to Morgan but if the blond went to take it from her, Noomi would pull it back, tutting softly. The rules stipulated Morgan had to wear it, not how she was supposed to wear it.

Noomi made a show of bringing the tube of lipstick to her plump lips and began to apply a liberal thick coating. All the while she let Morgan watch and think over the implications of the loophole the gamer had just exploited. It was her hobby, after all, finding all the little bugs in the games and making them work for her. Once the lipstick was applied, Noomi sucked her lips in, pressing them together to work the makeup over into an even layer. “There… now lets get you dressed up.”

Morgan watched with trepidation, starting to pick up on the habits of her opponent. Noomi was, again, up to something. The way she went quiet and practically skipped over to lean up against her for the grand reveal. The tube opened and Noomi answered the question.

"Lipstick?" Morgan sounded baffled, her face folded in confusion as she gave Noomi a glance. It was hardly the most invasive or even very branding. If she just had to deal with black lips with a little gold and pink glitter, she could do that. Hell, might even be a fun to use that against Noomi in a way. Marking her for the humiliation of it. Morgan believed she was coming out ahead as she stretched out her hand only to be rejected.

"Wait..." Morgan uttered as she saw Noomi's presentation of her applying that lipstick to herself.
Not just rejected. That was too easy. The realization sank in immediately as Noomi's lips were thickly painted and sucked before that devious smile would turn to her.

"Y-you can't be serious. That's..." Morgan began but stopped when she realized that wasn't against the rules. She was trapped. Everything she was trying was leading her into right into another trick or stunt that put her further behind. Further embarrassed. Her hand dropped and her shoulder sank in a dejected acceptance...

Noomi let out a cherubic giggle at Morgan’s slow realization. It had been just as good as she had hoped. Carefully, the streamer worked the top back onto the tube, tucking it into a small pocket on her dress in case she decided they needed a bit more. The Swede let her shoulder slip away as she stepped around behind Morgan, attempting to gently slide a hand around her waist to keep her steady.

“Lets start… here.” Noomi reached up to delicately comb her fingers through Morgan’s lovely blond hair, fixing a few of the stray strands that had gone tongue while she was smothered. Her hand worked itself further forward with each smoothing pet until her fingertips rested along her forehead. She would give a small tug, trying to coax Mogan’s head to the side, exposing her neck. Noomi pushed her body up against Morgan’s back, hugging her close as her lips pressed to her delicate skin.

The first kiss was firm, leaving a solid print behind, as was the second, down along Morgan’s collar. The third, however, was gentler, Noomi’s lips parting ever so slightly as she began to suckle. Unless Morgan pulled away, the Sweede would indulge in the moment, letting out a soft muffled moan into the kiss. When she finally withdrew, it made an audible pop and left behind a rosy red mark within the frame of the lipstick.

“Just a few more…” Noomi spoke in a hushed sensual tone, exhaling along the side of Morgan’s neck. She would try to ease the girl’s head back a bit more, turning her cheek closer. Greedly lips would find Morgan’s earlobe again, wrapping around the bottom, and pinching it between her teeth. Her tongue playfully flicked the sensitive skin. While she worked, Noomi leaned her hip in to give Morgan a small bump, shuffling her feet to start to walk forward and guide the blond to do the same. She was steering them away from the wardrobe to one of the couches.

"Ugh." Morgan pouted but accepted her lot for the moment allowing Noomi to slide in behind her. Morgan half-heartedly lifted a hand and placed it on the back of Noomi's hand as it slid itself across her waist. Despite the reciprocation from that hand, the blonde slouched and continued to pout. Her expression only adjusting to minor tug causing the magician to wince. She glared to the side, eyeing the platinum haired streamer as she applied her first mark. Followed by the second.

The third was a little more indulgent causing Morgan to squint her eyes and clench her teeth like she was getting blood drawn and the needle just went in. Of course, it wasn't at all as unpleasant as that. Noomi's moan into her flesh wasn't just heard but felt in the magician's flesh. The lust for her was a little enthralling but the difference was that Morgan preferred to keep her secrets and not wear her private passions openly. Noomi, however, did.

"Yeaah right!" Morgan exclaimed in disbelief to just a few more. She was treated to a hip bump to usher her to move. Morgan complied as her ear was pinched and licked. The blonde went back to wincing, as her ear was flicked and whipped by the streamer's tongue, bound in a set of teeth. Morgan had a bit occupied by that sensation to realize she was being ushered over the couch, hitting her leg against the end of the couch. She nearly tripped, raising her free hand to lean against the wall as Noomi proved a great distraction.

“Whoops~! Careful now.” Noomi gave a soft breathly laugh as the two of them bumped right into the edge of the couch. One last cheeky flick of her tongue along the edge of Morgan’s ear and she pulled away, given them a bit of space to move bewheen them both. Turning her hand over, the back of her fingers trailed through Morgan’s hair down to her shoulder before gently resting atop it. She would give the woman a small tug on the shoulder and push at her waist to carefully turn her around so they faced one another.

“Sit.” It hadn't been a suggestion but a demand. Noomi would give the girl a light shove, enough that if she backed into the couch she could easily just plop down into a seated position. The streamer produced the tube of lipstick from her dress again and began to apply a second coat. “You are sooooo paranoid… just relax. I want to make sure my merch is properly displayed. So many cameras in here, lots of angles that need covering.”

She hadn’t taken nearly as long on the second application as there was no longer a build to anticipate. She wanted to keep Morgan in the moment, really get her thinking about the possibilities, and let those baser thoughts creep in. To further this, Noomi crouched down, carefully getting onto her knees before the magician. She held up her hands, wiggling her fingers deviously before reaching out to set them over top of Morgan’s knees, flashing the woman a grin as she attempted to part her legs.

Morgan was easily turned around to face Noomi and since starting their "break", the blonde's poutiness from this humiliation was evident on her face. She sulked and moped like a petulant girl but through it was a front, an act that tried to mask the festering feeling of intense anticipation. They had just begun it felt like and she was already marked and made Noomi's. The streamer's lust was evident and that in of itself was hot but then there was the complication of Morgan being turned into a product. Like she was everything but only to be used, and that feeling began gnawing at her.

It was complicated, but everything Noomi was doing was working. The demand might have been enough to make the blonde sit but the light shove was surely needed to help the sluggish magician sit. She collapsed into the couch, slouching with her rear on the edge of the seat but her shoulders leaned back against the cushions behind her.

"Yeeaah, I bet people will know the product just by looking all your kiss marks on me." Morgan whined but saying it out loud made her mind recoil and she grew nervous. She tensed as Noomi came to kneel down and deviously reach for the blonde's knees. "You wouldn't." Morgan hissed under her breath, the nervousness in her voice but she hardly put up any resistance as her legs were pulled apart...

“That’s not a problem with my lipstick, I think all my little love marks look cute~. The problem is my model… she never smiles.” Noomi remarked whimsically while she lowered herself down to the floor, demonstrating on demand what a smile looked like to the stage performer. It wasn’t a giggle this time but a full-on laugh at the indignant tone in Morgan’s voice as she pried her thighs wide.

“I did!” Noomi let her laughter die down, scooting in to position herself between Morgan’s legs and resting a cheek on the top of her thigh. She didn’t break eye contact the whole time, really soaking in just how tense all of this was making the other girl.

“Don’t worry, your “purity” is safe.” Noomi flicked her crystal blue eyes from Morgan’s face down to her lions then back to the blond’s face to make it obvious what she was referring to if the other woman was a bit hazy. The stream did however turn her lips onto the blond again, though this time it was painting the inside of her thighs with thick black kiss marks. She buried her face with each one and exaggerated “Mwah!” after each small smack of her lips. All the while her hands traveled the length of her legs and back under the guise of holding them steady while she copped a feel.

Once she had finished, the streamer pushed in, mashing her chest up against the Magician’s groin, leaning in to place a few kisses along her midriff. “Are you ticklish?” She asked between smooches, testing for an answer using the tip of her nose just barely slipping over her skin between locations she kissed.

Morgan scowled, crossing her arms in a huff as she was taunted about never smiling. She didn't interject with another comment in an attempted retort. It would only be more whining, anyway. The laughter only brought the blonde further into her mopey scowl so much so that it was comically overexaggerated. "You..! Don't even try!" Morgan huffed under her breath at Noomi's "reassurance", but she felt like she was ignored as the streamer just turned and went in after Morgan's thighs.

Each kiss was vivid as Noomi's wet lips came to press against her thigh, letting the blonde feel them. She watched as his kiss made a mark, Noomi's imprint of her lips, black with the glitter catching the light. Even the Swede's audible exaggeration after each kiss let Morgan hear and count the number of times she was marked. That wasn't even counting the hands that wandered freely, gently gliding across to feel vast stretches of the magician's body. It was repeated with the other thigh as well and since Morgan had shifted.

Morgan wasn't pouting and putting up a front anymore. Her hands went down to clutch handfuls of the couch cushion, her body was tense and she looked apprehensive like she was right on the edge of making a mistake.

The streamer shifted again and this time her breasts pressed against her groin as the kissing continued on her bare stomach. Morgan wasn't really ticklish, especially not now as she felt that soft, cute button nose rub before those plush, dark coated lips came to kiss against the spot. No answer came and for a moment it might have seemed like Morgan wasn't going to answer that question, but oh she soon did.

A kiss. What number was it on her stomach? Four or five? She had lost count but it was no special place. It was merely the final one before the allure of Morgan's predicament had finally lead to her betraying a secret.

"Uungh.."

A moan, softly leaving the blonde's lips. Her eyes went wide realizing what had slipped out and she slapped across her mouth to try and coverup what she did. But it was too late, it was out there and surely Noomi had heard.

There was the briefest pause between kisses where all sound seemed to stop. The moan however small had indeed caught her ear. Her face was hidden from Morgan with a veil of platinum hair lit with devilish delight as she returned to place just a few more kisses across her abdomen, giving the last one a small send-off with a flick of her tongue along the edge of the blond’s belly button. She hadn’t called attention to the moan directly yet, perhaps feigning ignorance.

Her hands pushed down along Morgan’s thighs as Noomi rose to stand before her, locking their eyes in a long intimate stare. Her eyes seemed so endless and full, twinkling oceans that seemed to be here just for Morgan and no one else. The couch rocked as a knee was pressed down onto the cushions alongside the blond's thigh. Stepping up with the other, she straddled the waist of the magician, comfortably mounting the girl pinned to the seat. her plump backside sank down into Morgan's lap, the rest of her weight laid across the other girl's legs to hold her there beneath Noomi.

The Streamer reached up with both hands, curling her fingers over Morgan’s to pull those obstructing hands away from her mouth. With each small wiggle to pry them apart, she leaned in closer until their chests her pressed firmly together. Her hands would drift away, returning to Morgan’s face, cupping her cheeks in hand and gently brushing at her face with a thumb.

“When did you put on blush?” Noomi inquired softly, her voice low and sultry, eyelids lowing in a dreaming gaze as her face drew ever closer. She paused just before their lips met, she wouldn’t be the one to cover that last bit of distance. She would draw Morgan’s face to her, greedily pressing their lips together, passionately kissing the blond. Unlike the other small kisses of suckling love bites, this was something else, something hungry. Some with lips mashed, others, they opened to exhale her hot breath into the magician, turning her face to seemingly kiss her from every angle that was possible, leaving a glittered smear of black lipstick with each intrusive plunge of her lips.