Who's the Biggest Shill? | Morgan vs Noomi

What focus Morgan had went into holding on to that bracelet as if giving it up was indictive of her giving up the match entirely. She wasn't giving up her bracelet and she wasn't going to give up this match. It was a sound, solid thought for Morgan to wrap her head around as Noomi's focus went towards prying open the magician's hand just to toss the bracelet away. In the grand scheme of things, it was a tiny loss but a loss all the same.

"Nng.." The blonde grunted. At the small lost dealt to her, Morgan writhed a touch more, her whole figure squirming and pushing against Noomi in her attempt to get up but it was far too weak to make the threat convincing. Noomi's lowered face and nose touch were enough to at least momentarily pause that stirring for Morgan to have blue eyes meet. On cue, the magician's legs were forced to spread more but never quite testing her true flexibility.

What was more concerning was Morgan felt herself being pushed deeper into her opponent's clutches. Bodies together, limbs ensnared, and faces touch and the world became claustrophobic as everything around them melt away but left just the two of them.

"I wasn't... gonna do anything!" Morgan whined, meekly almost sounding like she'd be in tears but she wasn't going. At least, she consoled herself with that in her head. She was just desperate to not make her situation worse.

Another tweek of their legs, this one sharper than the last as they were spread further in an instant but eased back enough they were tight but not outwardly painful. The streamers dress fabric rubbing along Morgan’s midriff as the woman shifted on top of her. Her chest rolled over the blond’s, almost spilling over the crest of her bosom as they pressed firmly against one another. Noomi leaned in, her heated breath tickling the hairs on Morgan's neck as she whispered softly. “I don't know if I believe you…”

Something softly dragged along Morgan’s earlobe, tugging ever so slightly as Noomi eased with her lips but didn't reward the woman woman with anything more. It was an unspoken promise as lines were being laid in the sand. Unsatisfactory answers had been met with pain, perhaps there was a treat to be had for offering a more pleasing answer.

“You seemed very protective of it for it being nothing. Are you sure it isn't something?” Noomi cooed, nuzzling her cheek up against the side of the blond woman's face and neck. “I’m just… really curious.”

As moments passed and the fog on Morgan's mind cleared, her senses became more acute, bit by bit. The spread caused by the grapevining lead to a touch of pain as her inner leg muscles stretched prompting the blonde to wince and stifle her breathing with a sharp hiss as she sucked air in between her teeth. The weight of her opponent becoming heavier, constricting as the space between them still seemed to close in. The warm breath, hot and comforting against her neck evaporating a lone drop of cold sweat caused by the tussle earlier or Morgan's apprehension. Maybe both.

The tug on her ear was vivid, Noomi's teeth gripping her lobe and the pulling kindled that gnawing sensation that Morgan was afraid of. Especially this early. Give up. Give in. What did she have to lose or more enticingly, what did she have to gain?

Morgan stirred. Her whole body at conflict as Noomi's cooing questions prodded at her core. She wanted to submit but there was one problem.

A magician never revealed their secrets.

"I don't know anything!" Morgan whined under her breath deciding to take her chances.

Noomi’s ear twitched at the unhelpful reply, sighing softly as she made her leaning Morgan’s neck unattended with only the lingering thought of what might have been. Her back arched as she pushed up to loom over the blond, most of her weight resting at their hips when her chest was hefted off of her to linger in the sky like a lovely full moon.  Perhaps it was slightly vindictive, but the streamer gave the other woman’s hands a tight squeeze, using her leverage to drag them across the carpet until both her wrists were practically at the top of Morgan’s head.

“Don’t feel like talking? I can help with that.” The light twinkled in Noomi’s eyes as she stared down at Morgan, letting out a devilish little giggle. Her sumptuous figure rocked up along Morgan's, thighs grinding with each small scoot of her body up the magician's. It wasn't much of a change in her position, but enough the two were no longer perfectly mirrored on top of the other. It was a slow but purposeful descent, the soft fabric of her top spreading across Morgan's features, the pillowing give as the weight of her breasts rested on top of her. A wiggle, side to side, was all it took for the room to darken around Morgan as her face was worked snuggly into the streamer's cleavage. Humid with a scent of lilac and with a rapidly depleting source of oxygen.

One hand came away from Morgan’s, fingers dragging along her arm from wrist to bicep in a playful tickle. She would then sleep her arm down under the other girl, hugging it around her to not only cradle the back of her head but hook around both of Morgan’s forearms to keep her arms outstretched and seemingly useless for this exchange. “If you feel like chatting again, let me know~”

Morgan could feel her opponent's weight shift, the streamer's upper torso lifting that finally lifted the tight, enclosed sensation earlier lifting as well. The air was no longer stifling and scented sweet by Noomi's immediate presence and Morgan felt like she could breath, though she couldn't relax. It was a fleeting moment as the eclipse of Noomi's breasts shadowed much of the light leaving the blond gazing up at the undercarriage of those breasts. Her threat of helping now becoming evident.

But there was a secret that Noomi might not have known. Morgan was an expert at holding her breath. She could go minutes at a time submerged in binds, secured in a box, and dumped 20 feet under the water. An act she was quite proud of but that took loads of breathing training and control. That alone wouldn't help her as Noomi can lay on her until the sun came up. No instead there would be a little acting involved.

Morgan gasped, frantic sounding as that bosom came down to enclose around the blonde's face. Encased, the magician did what anyone would have, struggled. She threw her shoulders up and down, waist thrusted and scrapped for reprieve. She played the desperate struggling well, she thought, but she was never going to escape. Noomi had about thirty pounds on her and she was far too ensnared in the Swedish girl's grip.

Seconds went by. A minute.

Morgan's struggle weakened, her thrashing dulled. If Noomi decided she wanted to keep Morgan buried under lilac, fabric, and mounds of flesh, then she'd find Morgan weakening progressively until she came to a stop. Stilled and by all accounts, seemingly passed out...

There were a great many things Noomi didn’t know about Morgan, primarily because she had ignored the dossier she had been instructed to read. Right now, it didn’t look like any of that mattered, she had the other girl under control with relative ease. It was a fun game to her, Shifting her weight to ride the twisting struggle of the girl trapped within her embrace. She couldn’t help but giggle, teasingly rubbing her body up along Morgan’s which she fought for air.

She wasn’t keeping track of the time, in her limited experience, these things just eventually worked. The impressive time in which Morgan struggled all but lost on her. She mostly found herself enjoying the fruitlessness of it and the occasional warm exhales through the fabric of her blouse. Had the goal been to smother the girl out it would have been a simple thing… which at this point both women likely knew that. She wanted to impress upon Morgan just how powerless she was.

As as arms and legs began to go slack, Noomi leaned back, replacing her grip to pin Morgan’s arms at her elbows. Fresh cool air filled the space between them giving a reprieve but what might have been the Magician’s last if she hadn’t changed her tune. “Now that you’ve had a little time out, are you ready to talk? I want to know something about you… Something I don't know...“ Noomi’s eyes shifted up in thought for a moment before gazing back down at Morgan with a cheerful smile. “Something embarrassing.”

It was a good plan. Probably. Morgan could have faked being passed out and Noomi, likely unsure of what to do next would have likely moved to secure something else. That would allow the magician to reveal her act and turn the tide with an ambush. That wasn't what happened though. Instead as the blonde's struggles died down but never ceasing, she was treated to relief from her opponent's breasts, disturbing any believable act of Morgan actually passing out. She'd curse if she wasn't content to take a desperate breath. Even if she could hold her breath for awhile, it still drained her.

Sweat was no trickling down the blonde's face. The oven of Noomi's cleavage had baked her along with the strain of her struggles. Ironically her act had only made her exert herself more than if she would have just laid there and endured. Perhaps it could have even antagonized Noomi to making a mistake because with the fog of her concussion clearing, Morgan could start see the enjoyment in Noomi's eyes.

“Something embarrassing.”

Morgan was probably a pitable sight when Noomi pulled back to reveal the blonde underneath. Sweating, cheeks rosy from embarrassment, gasping as if she had just run a marathon. She frowned. Noomi was enjoying this and that secretly made Morgan a little antsy as it pulled a certain provocative string in her. She could escape from anything but there were times where she didn't want to escape... something about the situation made it more enjoyable in a certain way. Her thoughts went to this and she knew she could make a sacrifice with either a confession or a Reset in the match.

"... If I tell you something you want to hear, you'll let me go?" Morgan bargained with the hope that surely this wouldn't backfire.

A contemplative hum came from her lips as she took in Morgan. She hadn’t been lying when she had said she was pretty, but shadowed beneath her, red-faced and disheveled looked even better on her. Of course, she was biased, had this all not been by her hand she likely wouldn’t have found it so delightful. Noomi had been showing quite a great deal of restraint, all things considered. After all, they both still had their clothes on.

Noomi pursed her lips, nearly bursting out in laughter when Morgan opened with an attempt to bargain. She could respect that, having good hustle even if it were a move of desperation. It was almost enough to warrant a small reward… but she opted against that. The stream gave her head a small shake, platinum pigtails bobbing with the motion.

“If you want me to let you go…” Noomi leaned herself forward, inching in nice and close. “You know what you have to tell me.” She was of course referring to the rules of the match. It would be so easy for Morgan to reset and try again, but would she? If she didn’t, it was telling. She was either holding out hope she could find a way out of this or something else was at play here that Morgan wasn’t saying. Noomi had nothing to lose by playing her game either way.

“But~” Noomi leaned back, giving Morgan a playful wink. “Maybe I’ll reconsider if I like the things you tell me… and if you’re a good kisser~” Noomi poked her tongue out at that. The streamer smirked down at Morgan, lifting her eyebrows in a silence inquiry if the blond was ready to play along yet or not.

Bargains were only good when both sides had something to offer that the other couldn't get. So what could Noomi not get? Well there was Morgan's secrets, the magician's code of not revealing her secrets, and she could share plenty if she wanted to throw her dignity out the window to her Swedish opponent. There was also allowing this continue as an offering since she could only imagine that Noomi would prefer staying right where she was. On top. Then again, Morgan might have preferred that too~

But ifs and maybes all for a teasing chance at being allowed up and a chance to start again without expending a "life". How much would she have to tell? What else would she have to endure all with the vague promise of being released? Too much. What was one reset in the face of all that? There was still plenty of match left and Morgan wasn't about to give in so soon.

"Fine, then." Morgan raised her head and glared at Noomi, determined that her next life wouldn't be in vain. "Reset."

“I see… so you’re a lousy kisser then. That's disappointing.” Noomi let out an overly dramatic sigh as she sat up onto Morgan’s midsection. She leaned from side to side, slowly working their legs apart until they were no longer tangled together. With an energetic spring in her step, she hopped up, stood over the blond girl, and put her hands on her hips. She didn’t seem to mind the candid view her opponent had beneath her skirts from this angle, she instead looked lost in thought while she, to the letter of the rules, had stopped wrestling but was taking her time returning to a corner and making it more annoying for Morgan to rise.

“Oh… I think I have the perfect thing for you to wear!” Noomi picked up on foot, bobbing in a few short hops to stand beside Morgan instead of over her. The girl grinned like the Cheshire cat as she strode by… pausing to reach down and hook the item Morgan had smuggled into the room on her finger. She gave it a small twirl, smiling at the other girl.

Noomi made her way to the wardrobe designated for her, pulling the doors free. Items dangled on coat hangers and littered the various shelves. Items sold directly by her as merch or sponsored content she was an ambassador for with her likeness plastered on the side. She reached onto the shelves, picking through a few of the smaller trinkets littered there until she found what she was looking for among them. With a light toss, she discarded the braceless into her wardrobe and closed it behind her. The only thing in her hands now was a small black tube with colorful gaming-related symbols printed all over it.