Who's the Biggest Shill? | Morgan vs Noomi

That felt good. Not her hand as now both the back of it and her palm stung as well but Morgan had clearly dealt a blow to her opponent. While that hand had worked, her other had managed to capture a section of the whip just on the outside of Noomi's grip. The taut length came to press against her upper chest and prevented her from going in further. Her other hand sought out a grip, finding one again on the outside of Noomi's own grip leaving that taut length undisturbed.

As Morgan focused on seizing the weapon, she didn't account for Noomi's wild thrashing that bucked her off leaving an opening for the pair to roll. Morgan rolling onto her back as the change lead from her trying to seize the weapon to her trying to prevent it from being slid up on her throat, requiring both of her hands and her attention for now. "Let. Go. Already!" Morgan demanded as she squirmed underneath to try and prevent this situation from getting anymore worse.

It was a sloppy struggle, any technique either woman had seemed to devolve into a common catfight as they fought for control of the whip. Noomi shoved up as hard as she could, putting Morgan off balance enough that the two tumbled over into a roll. The streamer swung herself on top, overcompensating for the change and slamming her shoulder into the bedpost. She let out a grunt as the blond pushed back at her, holding her section of the whip at bay and leaving her arms straining. She had leverage though, and weight, which she used to her advantage to press down.

“That’s not what you were saying a little while ago… How about another kiss, hm?” Noomi, grinned as she tried to force the whip down, the struggle making the angle sloppy, she would settle for just pinning the other woman down at her chest or shoulder, but the real prize was giving the blond a second far more threatening choker to match the one she already wore.

Morgan had made a mistake when she went for the outside of the Noomi's grip. The hope was that she'd release one of those hands and then the blonde could seize the free real estate on the length of leather and close in her hand to surround the streamer's remaining hand. With two arms against one, Morgan could have overpowered with a twist, bending that single wrist, and snatched it, dealing with whatever Noomi's other hand was getting up to.

That didn't happen.

Instead the circumstance of Noomi managed to off seat her and make her tumble onto her back lead to an increasingly dire situation. Rolled onto her back, her grip was ineffective against Noomi's plan to slide it forward. The blonde bucked and struggled as the leather lowered to her throat. She was going to lose. "W-wait!" Morgan pleaded, her eyes wide with a terror as Noomi's noose was closing in.

In her desperate attempt to escape, Morgan bucked to her left, pushing off of the bed and riskily releasing her left hand to grab one of those silver pigtails to try and give it an encouraging yank to force Noomi over. Morgan missed her grab and the whip came down to her throat. The leather felt tight against her neck causing her to wind her face tight in pain as she was choked.

The taut whip drew closer and closer. Noomi’s tongue poked out the side of her lips as she focused on the struggle, an expression that might have been cute were it not so dire for the magician beneath her. She was jostled by the other girl’s struggles, having to throw a leg over Morgan’s to hastily straddle one of her thighs to keep some semblance of stability.

The moment Morgan surrendered her fight to keep hold of the whip, it was over. Noomie threw her weight forward, flatting herself out against the blond woman, bringing the whip down to press against her neck. Noomi hiked herself up on her opponent so they were cheek to cheek, breathing heavily in her ear. “Right back where you belong…”

Noomi shifted her weight a bit to the side, giving her enough room to thrust her knee up between Morgan's thighs, attempting to give the woman a hard thump. Payback for her attempted ambush.

"Aauck!...

Morgan sounded with her mouth opening as she desperately sought out air. It was a rather pitiful response to Noomi's taunt about her rightful place despite her best efforts to the contrary. Even now she struggled, her muscles tensing and pushing against the woman above her but it hardly jostled the streamer, let alone move the pile. It only gave Noomi the chance to relish each struggle from the magician and perhaps even sweeter, her weakening beneath.

The blonde would try all the way up to Noomi's thrusted knee that found its way to bash against the space between Morgan's legs. The blonde's whole body tensed, flinching from the blow and she gargled a sound as her head shifted back, exposing more of her neck accidentally. Her cheek rubbing against her opponent's as she drew herself to, unfortunately, be helpless once again in the streamer's grasp.

Noomi tucked her thigh in, pushing her knee up between Morgan’s legs, keeping it firmly planted. She let out a soft sigh, pleased to have come away from their struggle on top again… not that she ever had any doubts. The streamer would give the blond’s cheek a small nuzzle as she gasped for air.

“You know, before this is over I’m going to show you how much fun it’ll be to just let loose a bit. That bed is so soft and cushy… We could have been up there right now having fun. You’d be… moaning…” She gave her knee a slight twist, grinding it between Morgan’s legs. “Instead of gasping like a big dumb fish on the floor. Something to consider, since you’re running out of lives… no escaping that.”

Noomi gave a soft giggle and gave Morgan a peck on the cheek. From there, she would just watch the girl, waiting for her potential surrender. If she happened to pass out, well, it would be a shame if she was left entirely helpless in a room with Noomi after she had just made her intentions very known.

There was a lot going on in Morgan's head. Noomi's taunting words about the benefits of her submission here and now. The tease of that coming from that coaxing thigh as it ground against her crotch. A touch that the magician reacted to by hips shifting closer to that knee as she continued her squirming underneath. Whether this was intentional or just a product of her struggling, Morgan wouldn't tell unless she had to, of course, but until then it was Noomi's to decipher.

The novelty of another woman on top of her, however, became secondary as her vision started to fade and her writing started to dwindle to a few twitches. She would pass out, even with her extended lung capacity. Her hands went in after that kiss to her cheek, grasping and pulling at the length of leather around her neck. Her attempts at clawing for a breath barely going anywhere. Yet she didn't panic. There had been many tricks where escaping seemed to take an unsurprising twist but the rule was quite clear. She couldn't panic. Panicking meant death and while it didn't mean it here, it was certainly dangerous in its own right.

Eventually Morgan got what she wanted. A finger wormed around the leather whip, prying it open just enough to give Morgan the only way she could escape her way out of this. "Re.....set..." She gasped, barely and hopefully loud enough. She'd have one more life so why not try again?

It wasn’t entirely clear to Noomi if Morgan’s squirming was out of interest or weakened attempts at fighting back but she did her best to make the process as agonizing as she could. Not with pain of course. She had sampled Moragn well enough last reset to understand there was a desire there that could be coaxed out and it was her mission to make sure by the end of this match the magician was less of a one woman show and more of a puppet dancing on strings for her. So she pressed the toe of her boot to the rug and worked to raise and lower her knee up against her helpless opponent, working her over with a pleasurable bump as she choked beneath the whip.

Noomi didn’t go overboard, just enough to keep Morgan pinned and leave her breathless. Despite how much of a rage gamer she could be, excessive violence didn’t befit her. While she could be vindictive, her arrogance in superiority treated the act of mercy as something of a gift to her victim. She could tell when the blond started to drift off, leaning to keep their eyes locked for what might be their final moments.

Her ears perked at the whispered word, almost tempted to ignore it as if she hadn’t heard. She had been looking forward to potentially having fun with the blond if she passed out and this had been a slight dampener for that. With a soft sigh, she let up on the whip letting it rest slack across her neck, and folded her arms over Morgan’s chest, playfully balancing her weight on top of her.

“Things aren’t looking so good for you, huh? Are you at least enjoying yourself?” She lifted her leg, letting her boot sway from side to side as she rubbed her knee up against the magician.

There as a gasp and a few coughs as Morgan caught her breath now that Noomi had decided to release the snare around her neck. It was turning into a hell of a strange feeling kindling inside her as her head began to clear. She was so out of control of the situation that she didn't know if she was actually going to pass out and if her call for a reset would be ignored. That left a lot of factors Morgan couldn't account for the but the one that kept coming up was that feeling she was getting as Noomi's leg continued to work against her.

The blonde lifted her head to try and access the view of that knee grinding against her but was only treated to a full rack of cleavage from the streamer. Her head fell back to the ground and titled back slightly. "Uuugh..." Morgan uttered, a sound flirting on the edge of something pleasurable, but it was more coming from reluctant side of her instead. "I was supposed to be leading you on... not the other way." She confessed, her voice slightly strained from the gasping she did earlier.

With her hands no longer worried about being strangled, they wandered down to her sides and trailed up, sliding around the streamer's back, finding the curve of her back to nestle in against. "You know... getting you all worked up." Morgan kept her head tilted back, not daring to meet that smug gaze of her opponent's.

“Mmmhmmm hmm… You’ve been a bit of a handful, but…” Noomi slipped one of her hands out from resting over her own forearm to place it over one of Morgan’s breasts, giving it a light rub with her palm before her fingers closed in to more firmly grope her. “I’ve been having fun with that.”

Noomi leeeeeaned in, craning a bit to try and keep herself within the blond’s peripheral vision, that smug look of satisfaction she had wanted to avoid was plastered all over the streamer's face. She lowered her head, giving the underside of Moragn’s cheek a small peck with her lips, a small beckoning call for the girl to come back to her lips. “We’re supposed to be separating for a merch thing… but I’ll need you to let me go. Otherwise, we might be here for a bit. You're very strong.”

She left the choice to Morgan, not out of kindness but necessity. According to the rules, she was supposed to break away once a reset was given but this was just another small loophole the gamer was looking to exploit to get her free licks in between fighting.