MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

[Shadows]

There were a variety of colorful characters in the vast depths of the cosmos. Some living out larger then life adventures. Others were exploring vast new worlds for the sake of science and progression of the human race. Then there were those who used the lawless ‘lands’ of space for the sake of conducting experiments on lone human test subjects (along with their robot friends) and how they deal with being forced into watching one seriously bad movie after another. The latest in a line of mad scientist (not to mention overprotective mothers) types was a certain young woman named Kinga Forrester.

A woman whose online boyfriend, Neville, was currently returning to his private spaceship after having finished performing for a small club located upon an alien station. “Another day, another batch of satisfied customers.” The traveling magician mused to himself with a self confident smile over a job well done. Still dressed in his performance attire which was befitting of a handsome entertainer such as himself, Neville took a moment to set his ship on autopilot, as it left the space port and started off a careful pace toward his next destination.

“Let’s see… it should take a couple of days to reach my next job. Plenty of time for me to finish perfecting some of those new tricks I’ve wanted to perform.” He mused while looking over the coordinates, before adding with a smile, “I bet Kinga would love to see them afterward.”

There was a short pause on his part after saying this, however. For the mention of his online and very long distance girlfriend had brought back memories of their last video conference with another. It was a rather enjoyable session, but it was also the first time that she had mentioned the possibility of them finally meeting up in person. It was a suggestion that Neville had managed to play off rather nicely at the time as he hid how uncomfortable it made him feel while simultaneously dismissing the idea in a way that made him look good in the end. At the same time, though, that look of clear disappointment on her face had stuck with him.

Why was he so reluctant about them meeting? Perhaps a fear of full commitment beyond their internet connection? Or maybe a concern of how she might lose interest if she saw him outside of that cool and suave exterior that he always projected when interacting with others outside of the safety of his ship? Whatever the case might be, Neville knew that he’d have to be sure to make it up to her the next time they were close enough for video messaging the other. His spirits perked right back up at that notion, as he went over in his mind just what magic trick would best impress her when the opportunity arrived.

In the meantime, however, the tired magician knew that he first needed to catch up on his rest, as a light yawn rolled out of his lips upon entering his bedroom. Despite the expected ‘spacey’ look of the interior of the ship, his bedroom was actually rather normal looking, with dark red carpeting and white painted walls making up the portions of his room which weren’t covered in expensive looking furniture or framed up posters from some of his past shows. The canopy bed near the center was fairly large, with silk red drapes that one could easily see through framing the four corners and a wooden bedpost near the head.

The only thing that might be considered messy about his room was the fact that he did have a tendency to leave a few of the props and instruments for his show strewn about after fiddling/practicing with them before a performance, which was the case at this moment in time. Not that Neville was currently in the mood for finishing picking up after himself, as he barely had enough energy to take in a moment to remove his shoes and undo his tie, but was otherwise tired enough to not bother in fully changing into something more appropriate for bed as he turned and let himself drop back first upon the soft mattress. “Ahh. This is what I needed…” He let out with a contented sigh, lying upon the top of the bed, arms spread out as if waiting for sleep to come and take him away. It was something that he wouldn’t have to wait long for, as his eyelids grew heavy and he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep.

 

[Miss Tris]

6 months.

It had been pure bliss. Neville was everything Kinga could ever want in a boyfriend: he was handsome, he was witty, he was charming...he even performed magic tricks! What else could a girl ask for?

...Well.

Kinga found herself completely unfulfilled. The appeal of an online relationship was also its downfall; the both of them could project their best qualities to the other and hold their oh-so-perfect dearest on a pedestal...so long as they weren't physically together. The online couple had been discussing just that in their last video chat: how their relationship was perfect because they weren't stepping on each other's toes or having to smell coffee breath or witness whatever terrible habits or traits their partner might actually have. Despite taking part in a duet about the merits of the distance component of their relationship...Kinga immediately followed it up with:

"You know what? Let's just do it. Let's pull the trigger and just meet in person."

She had never seen someone log off so fast. Neville had been suave about his response, of course: "Kinga, I love you too much to do that." But then he said his goodbyes and was gone.

It was heartbreaking.

But Kinga Forrester was not the type to sit in a puddle of mud and cry about it. Oh no. After a little self-talk through her diary (she dictated to a robotic entity, of course) she realized that Neville was just anxious. Who wouldn't be? It wasn't like he was going to think she was crazy because she suggested they meet in person; wherefore he might think they should break up because the prospect made him totally uncomfortable and he knew she'd never drop it. Right?

Right.

6 months! They were in love!

She wasted no time in putting Max in charge of Jonah and the bots. She gave specific instructions - including a playlist to run in her absence - but in truth she wasn't as concerned as usual with her work. She needed to take her leave of Moon 13 as soon as possible.

She had already confirmed the location of Neville's next show. She wouldn't be attending it, but...

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"Oh...you're awake!" Kinga exclaimed as if it were a surprise.

She was presently on top of Neville. Straddling his waist, in fact, leaning her body over him. Just moments before she had taken to tasting his lips, coaxing his mouth open so she could slip her tongue inside. He hadn't been awake at that point. But. Eventually his mind came around to the fact that his body was being assaulted.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," she purred. A dazzling smile lit up her face as she sat upright, her weight settling firmly on his hips. She was wearing her purple lab coat, the same as Neville would have seen countless times, but...little else. The coat was unbuttoned and - even though the panels weren't pushed back - glimpses of simple teal colored lingerie were given with every movement Kinga offered. Part of her matching set was a garter belt, which clung to her porcelain skin possessively, hooked to a pair of thigh high white stockings. "This is a huge step for our relationship."

She placed her hands on Neville's stomach. He was still fully clothed: his lover had no way of knowing how deep of a sleeper he was and she hadn't been willing to risk waking him up prematurely. As it was she had taken advantage of his four poster bed and his general positioning, ever so carefully using his own props to bind his wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. She had considered his collection of handcuffs carefully: she knew there was at least one set he had trouble escaping...but...he was a magician so Kinga settled on a combination long, colorful scarves and rope. There was no special trick to get out of the knots Kinga tied.

Her hand continued to travel upwards, her fingers greedily seeking Neville's warmth while feeling the contours of his body through his shirt. She bit her lower lip as she watched his face, eager to hear how excited he was to see her.

 

[Shadows]

Neille wouldn’t have realized quite how tired he was at the time as he laid down for his intended short rest, as the overworked performer slept through the entirety of Kinga’s little preporations following her surprise visits.The moving of his limbs was met without any real resistance, save for a light groan here or there at having them moved from their comfortable spots on the bed. The shifting of her considerably light weight did little to stir him awake either, though that was perhaps not too surprising considering the girl’s petite frame.

Then there was that stolen first kiss. The one thing that Neville could faintly feel a bit of in his slumber. Not enough for the man to return it in his sleep, but enough so for him to let out a soft whimper at the sweet tasting lips and tongue which explored his mouth. At its eventual absence, the magician felt his dream state mind attempt to continue to sensation, only to find itself somehow incapable of doing so to the extent he’d experienced only moments prior. Sometime later, Neville would think back on this and put together why that might be, as his eyes finally began to drift open to catch its first look at the very unexpected sight which awaited him.

“K-Kinga?!” Neville let out with a start, his mind reeling at what he was seeing, as the magician initially struggled to put together whether this was a dream or reality, before eventually putting together it was the latter as his limbs pulled somewhat painfully at their bindings. His initial reaction was a bit unreadable. More surprised then anything else, as his head turned to briefly study the bindings upon his wrists in particular, which he knew would be impossible for him to slip out of despite his practice with escape artistry.

“W-Wait, what? A huge step in our… What are you-“ He started to ask, before his formally sleepy mind finally became alert enough to begin properly piecing the obvious ‘hints’ together. His eyes slowly moved in exploring every visible contour of Kinga’s porcelain complexioned body, which contrasted so nicely against the darker colored coat and garments she wore underneath. It was the type of sight that Neville had daydreamed about often enough to almost make him believe he were still asleep, but there was no denying the reality of this situation, particularly with how his stomach tightened beneath his white shirt at the feel of her hand through the thin material.

But fantasy and reality were two very different things, with the handsome magician feeling waves of both nervousness and excitement at not only taking their online relationship to the next level but seemingly skipping several levels for good measure. “Kinga, I… I’m not sure if… if this is the right step for our relationship.” Neville tried to reason, a soft smile upon his lips as he addressed the beautiful mad scientist that he did genuinely care for, while continuing, “It just… feels like we’re moving a little too fast, don’t you think?”

However, despite his attempts at talking reason into the girl straddled upon his waist, there was one part of Neville that was a lot more honest in how excited he was at seeing her in such a manner. A part of himself which he’d only now begin to notice as the bound young man felt his arousal pressing somewhat uncomfortably into Kinga’s lower body through the material of his pants. She was a beautiful woman. One that he had a clear attraction toward. And even if his mind wasn’t quite there on making the ‘logical’ jump that she had about what was best for their relationship, it seemed that his body was far more willing to cooperate with anything she had in store for the night.

 

[Miss Tris]

"Too fast?" Kinga repeated his concern with an amused smile upon her lips. "Oh, no... We're not rushing anything." Her hands continued to explore his body, moving on to his chest. Her fingers closed around the loosened tie as she leaned body over his. She jerked him towards her by the hold, lifting him at the neck, as she brought her face alongside his. Lips slipped around his earlobe, Kinga suckling and offering a playful giggle. She took the flesh between her teeth, tugging firmly before she released the hold. Her mouth moved upwards to whisper into his ear, "You'll beg for it."

She kissed him again, less gently than before. Her fingers released their grip of his tie and her hands moved to caress the sides of his face. She touched him tenderly as her mouth sought to devour his. Kissing him greedily, her tongue deeply exploring the feel of her lover's, she couldn't help but to moan with desire. Already she was grinding against his arousal, her hips rocking smoothly in torturously slow strokes. She was reluctant to leave the moment and so she lingered, prolonging their kiss to the span of several minutes. Somewhere in that time her hands had moved to his hair, possessively gripping and pulling him hard into their embrace.

When she disengaged it was with a heavy sigh and need to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, breasts evenly rising and falling, an alluring blush coloring her cheeks. She stared intently at the man pinned beneath her.

"I love you," she spoke earnestly. She meant it as an assurance, an unspoken promise that she wasn't going to hurt Neville despite the fact that she had rendered him defenseless.

She sat up, touch sliding to his throat. She moved his tie so as to disentangle it from the collar of his shirt, then moved her fingers to start unbuttoning his garment.

"Do you trust me?" she asked softly. She didn't stop her progress in undressing him as she waited for his response.

 

[Shadows]

His eyes widened slightly when she pulled him toward her by the tie, feeling his heart racing as her lips slipped around to his earlobe, as Kinga’s nibbling and even her playful giggle managed to draw out a low whimper. It had been far too long since anyone had embraced Neville in such an intimate manner, thanks in part to his preference toward long distance relationships. As such, the traveling magician was practically puddy in her hands and lips, as his heart skipped a beat and his already growing arousal firmed itself further as she whispered into his ear before claiming his lips in another kiss.

A series of soft whimpers and low groans were captured by Kinga’s mouth during the embrace, especially once her hips moved to grind against the hardening cock pinned beneath her petite body. For his part, Neville was still taken aback enough by what was happening to not fully kiss her back to the extent that she was seemingly intent on devouring his mouth, but the handsome magician did find himself starting to meet her tongue with his own by the time she pulled away of his lips. Somewhere along the way, he’d even noted to himself on how much better this felt even compared to even his lewdest of daydreams during their texting or video sessions.

The restrained male was left breathing heavily by the time she was finished, both from the lack of oxygen during the embrace and the sheer force in which she had claimed his mouth. He was about to say something to again try and convince Kinga that they were moving too fast, only to be silenced by her words of love. It wasn’t the first time they had said such words to another, but something about hearing it in person made those words feel brand new. Surprisingly, those words actually did help to relax him a bit, even if he remained apprehensive about what was happening, as he started to breathe a little easier while watching the beautiful woman seated upon his lap.

There wasn’t any immediate protest as her hands moved to finish disentangling his tie before moving onward to unbutton his dress shirt. Instead, the bound magician stared at her with eyes which showed a conflicting, yet ultimately warm expression towards his mad scientist girlfriend. There was a bit of hesitation when she asked of whether he trusted her, since any sane person would likely have said ‘no’ given the extreme circumstances she’d pushed upon him. But then, this was a guy who knowingly started dating a woman who came from a family with a history of kidnapping people to make them watch bad movies, so perhaps there was a touch of madness in him.

“I… I do trust you, Kinga. I love you, so… of course I trust you.” Neville finally confirmed, almost surprising himself with the words that came out of his mouth, yet seemingly sticking by them as he offered a nervous but sincere little smile to the woman he sincerely cared for. The man’s attention then shifted lower, as his gazed moved to follow the progress of her hands upon the upper portions of his increasingly undressed body.

While Neville wasn’t exactly the ‘beefcake’ type, he was no slouch when it came to keeping in relatively good shape. It was almost a must in his profession, since it helped his endurance for being on his feet and keeping up the energy during longer stage shows. His chest was smooth and firm, with further signs of his body reacting positively toward Kinga’s actions in how his nipples had started to firm up beneath his shirt by the time she peeled it open to her view. Lower still, his stomach was firm, with hints of his abs on display whenever he took in a deep breath or flexed involuntarily in response to Kinga’s weight pressing down so teasingly onto his groin, which only grew further aroused when her hands inevitably moved to being only a few inches away in order to finish unbuttoning his top.

 

[Miss Tris]

Kinga smiled sweetly at his response. She hadn't expected him to answer any differently, though her scientific mind had forced her to acknowledge that there was more than one possible reaction from a man in Neville's situation.

"Good."

Her hands brushed against the top of his pants as she finished unbuttoning his dress shirt. After pulling the material from its tuck and flinging the panels wide, her hands returned to the band at his waist. Her fingers danced along the rim of his pants as her touch traveled from his hips towards his abdomen. Once centered over his groin her fingers curled around his waistband, her nails lightly brushing his flesh as it felt the warmth between the man and his clothing.

She bit her lip.

It would be so easy: to rip his clothes off, to claim his body for her own. No doubt they'd both love it. But...instant gratification wasn't the route she wanted to take with her boyfriend. Kinga knew that - for her own, at least - things that were simply given were more often taken for granted. She wanted Neville completely consumed in lust, begging to be satisfied; she wanted to build up their combined desires to the point that their climax would be the epitome of bliss.

Her fingers slipped out from the hem of his pants, the motion of her touch trailing upwards. With flattened palms she caressed his stomach, his chest. She took a few moments to appreciate the sight of the nearly half naked man beneath her. Her hands lifted, only a single finger remaining in contact with his skin. She traced the digit over the definition of his collarbone.

"Tell me, Neville. How did you imagine our first time would be?"

Kinga had a curious mind. Her sight found his, a renewed smile coming to her lips. As she listened to him speak she reached a hand to her bun, removing the hair sticks that held it in place. Bright red hair fell to frame her face, the length of her tresses resting at her shoulders; she shook her head, encouraging the locks to untwist and settle evenly. Just as quickly as the woman was undoing her hair her attention shifted to her lab coat, hands finding purchase near the lapels. She peeled the garment open as she shrugged the material from her shoulders. Once removed she carelessly tossed the coat aside.

The woman's lithe body had been done little justice by the lab coat. The garment had hidden so well the graceful curves of her waist, the flare of her hips, the swell of her breasts. It was all on display for Neville, now, with her lingerie set leaving little to the imagination. The teal material of her bra and panties was lace - and the garments were more see-through than not.

 

[Shadows]

The muscles tightened along his abdominal area as Kinga’s fingers danced along his flesh while toying with the unraveled layer of clothing that once covered his upper body. As they moved to his waistband, his breathing quickened and his head rose, almost appearing to anticipate her moving along to more intimately explore his by now throbbing lower region. As such, when her fingers drew away from the hem of his pants, there was visible surprise upon his conflicted features, as the handsome magician gazed upward at his mad scientist girlfriend before letting his head roll back slightly at the feel of her soft hands exploring along his bare upper body.

Due to his line of work and hectic traveling schedule, it had been a long time since anybody had touched him in such a way. Certainly, those who had done so in the past weren’t nearly as adept at drawing out such reactions from Neville, as the man’s back arched ever so slightly from the resulting shivers and surges of arousal her exploring hands brought to his often neglected body. This almost felt like a sweet punishment for his making them wait so long to meet, as the man’s heart raced in such a way that Kinga would likely be able to feel it at points during her exploration of his firm chest, while the digit tracing over his collarbone drew forth a notable shiver and sharpness of breath from the teasing touch.

Meeting her eyes as she asked her question, Neville tried to pull together an honest answer to what she had inquired about, which was a touch difficult to do with his attention shifting toward her now freed hair. The red framed her porcelain features rather alluringly, with a striking contrast that clearly had a positive effect on Neville, as his gaze lingered upon her while forcing his lips into giving a proper response rather then simply staring at his online girlfriend. “It was a little different from this, if I’m being honest.” He responded, a soft smile upon his slightly strained face to show that it wasn’t so much a complaint as an admittance to how different this was from anything he might have imagined.

Truthfully, Neville hadn’t been sure if Kinga and he would ever meet in person, although he was currently having trouble remembering what his reasoning for that was as he continued to watch this beautiful woman undress atop of his restrained body. “Although… I guess I did often picture our first time as being somewhat spontaneous like it is now.” He continued, thinking back to one of his most frequent fantasies about their being together, even as his eyes remained focused upon the reality of her continuous undressing, “You waiting for me either in my ship or my dressing room to surprise me after a performance. Sometimes you’re wearing a dress… other times you’re dressed in your lab coat like you are now. Or were, until now.”

Indeed, the coat was pulled away at this point, leaving Neville with a clear view of the woman’s lithe body in that far from concealing lingerie. His arousal at the sight seated upon him was evident, with the man squirming slightly, clearly letting his smaller head do more of the thinking over his larger one on the crazy reality of this situation. “There would…. There would be few words exchanged between us… before we gave into our passions from the past several months and embraced another.” Neville continued, eyes trailing along her lithe form, upward toward her soft breasts which could rather easily be made out through the thin material of her bra, “S-Sometimes I would be on top… but other times it would be you. Straddling my waist while I laid back on the bed or my makeup chair. My arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer or guiding you down even harder onto my lap, while we made sweet, passionate love long throughout the night.”

Of course, that was fantasy. The reality had been that Neville was so reluctant about taking their relationship to that level that he probably would have ruined the moment if left to his own devices during such an encounter. As such, Kinga perhaps had the right idea in keeping him restrained right from the start, as the bound performer and online boyfriend was left to marvel at the beauty of the girl he’d left hanging for so very long, while his own lusts and desires for her continued mounting toward peaks he’d not imagined even during their wildest of texting sessions.

 

[Miss Tris]

Kinga reflected his smile. She had assumed that Neville's imagination of their first time would be...well...anything but the current circumstance. The way that he expressed the notion was endearing: both in his choice of words and the tone in which it was offered. She continued to listen as he drew a parallel between what he had imagined and what was. Spontaneous. It was a nice way to describe her breaking and entering his spaceship, hiding in his closet, and waiting for him to fall asleep so that she could tie him up and have her way with him. She liked it.

Gods! She liked him.

The way he went on to describe a scene in which she waited to surprise him, going in to such detail as to what she might have been wearing...

"Sometimes you’re wearing a dress… other times you’re dressed in your lab coat like you are now. Or were, until now.”

He was: So. Fucking. Cute.

Neville was truly the best. Kinga was in awe of the man tied to the bed, amazed that he could be more alluring in person than he had been online. He was so expressive, his handsome face so easily and eagerly read. She watched and listened as he continued to speak, her mind imagining the scenes he described. It all sounded so romantic. Sure: Neville was talking about sex, not back rubs and candles, but... Sweet, passionate love. Those were his words.

Kinga didn't have a response. A verbal one, anyway.

She kissed him hungrily. Hands glided over the sides of his face and around the bend of his skull, her fingers curling and possessively gripping his hair as she pulled him harder towards her mouth. A shudder of pleasure coursed through her body as she rocked herself upon his arousal, a moan escaping her throat.

She couldn't be sure how long she kissed him. By the time she released his mouth, however, both of them were grasping for breath and Kinga was pretty sure the dots of light in her peripheral vision were something akin to oxygen deprivation. "Neville," she spoke heavily between breaths. She trailed kisses down his cheek, over his jaw, onto his throat. Her hands left him so as to reach back to unfasten her bra. Once unhooked she reluctantly pulled her body away from his. "I want us to enjoy every inch of each other."

Slowly, she slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders. While the garment didn't do much to conceal the sight of her breasts, still she removed the intimate apparel with the care of someone exposing themselves for the first time. She peeled the cup from the top, the doubling over fabric revealing her pristine and soft skin at a painstaking crawl. Even as the pink of her areolas became visible, it was still several long moments before her already hardened nipples were on display. She discarded the article of clothing carelessly and sat erect to allow Neville to take in the sight of her.

A light flush came to her cheeks. Not that she was embarrassed, no. Rather a surge of arousal caused a heat to rise to her face, coloring her pale skin with a soft rose hue. She'd pause long enough to commit to memory the way that Neville reacted to the moment, the way his eyes traced the perfectly rounded globes of her breasts.

"I think..." she trailed on the thought for dramatic effect. "That you should start here."

She leaned forward, placing a hand upon the headboard to steady herself as she brought her chest level with Neville's face. She understood his limitations in range, of course, and so she nestled him within her cleavage to start. She'd move accordingly as his mouth explored her breasts, allowing his lips to guide where he wanted a taste.

 

[Shadows]

His eyes widened slightly over the force of Kinga’s rather hungry kiss, with the restrained male letting out a surprised, yet ultimately not seeming to be complaining sound against her lips. This sound gave way to lower, muffled whimpers as Neville actually began to kiss her back after the initial surprise of her embrace. Granted, his comparatively timid nature and present physical restrictions kept it from being quite at her level when it came to the kiss itself or the way he could explore her in turn, but there was clearly a sense of passion and desire behind those lips for his mad scientist of an online girlfriend.

Somewhat surprisingly, the traveling magician hadn’t quite begun to notice that lack of air behind their embrace until near the end, as he let out a sharp, longing gasp the moment she pulled her lips free of his to let them both catch their breath. There was certainly a pun to be made there about taking ones breath away, but neither seemed to be in the right state to make such a quip, as the handsome performer gasped beneath his online girlfriend and actually moved his head to allow her lips better access to any part of his face and neck that she sought out.

“Oh, Kinga.” Neville let out with a breathy whimper as her lips trailed along his throat; thus allowing her to feel the reverberating muscles there against her lips as he’d spoken her name with a soft passion. As she made her desires known, the man could only close his eyes for a moment, then opening them again as he looked up to find her beginning to remove that remaining layer of clothing upon her chest. While he hadn’t verbally expressed the same notion as she had, the look in his eyes said everything she would need to know, as his lips parted in mostly silent awe; save for that heavy breathing, which was by now as much about the anticipation of what was to come then that previous struggle to catch his breath.

The moment her full breasts came into view, that surge of arousal which coursed through Kinga’s body became about equally matched by that which had flooded through the man beneath her, as she might even feel in the way his straining arousal practically flexed in excitement beneath her while his hips even began to shift with unspoken need. His eyes were wide open, but not so much in surprise as simply showing an unmasked and attentive appreciation for her pristine and rather inviting chest, as his tongue actually moved, albeit briefly, to brush between those parted lips to wet them slightly in an unspoken longing for exploring her like she’d suggested.

His eyes gazed up into her own as she spoke, then trailed back down to her chest as she drew his attention back to them before leaning forward to allow her boyfriend to explore her breasts to his hearts content. While still largely dumbfounded by how things were developing, Kinga may have noticed the hint of an admittedly dorky, yet cute smile on Neville’s face just before he was pressed into her welcoming cleavage. The man let out a low, muffled whimper against her chest, as his smooth cheeks started to move in nuzzling at the sides of her breasts in order to soak in the feel of her warmth. It actually had been a very long time since he’d felt another persons embrace against himself in such a way.

Neville followed this by moving his lips to begin placing light, affectionate kisses along the center of her cleavage, before tilting his head enough to place similar touches of affection onto the sides of her breasts. His lips and cheek memorizing the feel of her breasts as they gently molded against the press of his face while placing kiss after kiss over her bare flesh. The way she smelled while holding him so closely to her body. The feel of her heart beating with excitement to one side of his face. The way her breath might change in subtle ways due to his mouth touching just the right spots, as he began to move those lips closer toward the peak of her right breast for starters.

As she brought the peak of her breast close enough to his lips, Neville showed onto the slightest of hesitation, before slowly wrapping his lips around the hardening tip. His mouth suckled gently at first, with his tongue rolling outward to give a few exploratory runs over the sensitive flesh to see how she’d react. It was then that Neville showed a touch of his 'lewder' side to Kinga, as he began to lightly increase the suction around her nipple, with his mouth slowly pulling back upon the flesh until the now moistened skin came free of his grasp with a barely audible moist ‘pop’ noise. His mouth then returned to her breast, resuming the previous action, but increasing the amount of force in suckling at her mound, with even his teeth starting to lightly brush along the skin in testing, teasing motions to his online girlfriend.

This continued for a short while, until Neville pulled his mouth back, this time managing to hold a ‘grip’ onto Kinga’s breast even longer then before, until she came free of his teasing mouth with a louder noise then before. “Kinga…” The handsome male breathed out beneath her, as his lips placed a couple of quick kisses over the right breast before starting to move his head back toward the center of her cleavage while adding between pecks, “…you… are… perfect…”

It was a sentiment which certainly seemed to be displayed in how he was taking the time to worship her body, as he waited for the woman on top to adjust her positioning until her left breast was coming into range for his exploring lips. A trail of soft, slightly wet kisses were placed along her flesh, with the side of his face occasionally tilting enough to lightly stroke at her chest along the way, until she brought the peak of her previously unattended breast into range of his increasingly eager mouth.

Quicker then before, Neville placed his eager lips over the peak of her mound, with his tongue exploring along that sensitive tip with slow, yet forceful rolls of the flexible appendage. At the same time, his lips suckled firmly, with his head pulling back just enough to further increase the pull on Kinga’s breast, before releasing it again to watch how the now glistening flesh bounced with the brief friction. This series of motions were repeated several more times, albeit with slight alterations or additions, such as letting her feel his teeth brushing and even lightly nibbling at her hardened skin, or letting his tongue roll free of is mouth to deliver tender, if lewd licks over the darkened section of her breast, as Neville continue to enjoy his long distance girlfriend’s chest for however long she saw fit to keep their attention there.

 

[Miss Tris]

Kinga bit her lip. The flex of Neville's cock at the sight of her exposed chest, the movements of his hips beneath the spread of her legs... The young woman was hard pressed not to fuck him on the spot. If it weren't for the barrier of their clothing, or how much she liked the idea of her online boyfriend straining against his confines, she would have given in.

Instead, she buried Neville's face in her cleavage; she did catch the man's eager and almost child-like joyful expression as she descended over him and loved him all the more for it. Once nestled at her breast, Neville lovingly stroked his cheeks into her bosom. The action was simple and yet it struck Kinga deeply; the man's affection was pure even as their circumstances were not. As the man began trailing kisses along her cleavage and chest, Kinga couldn't help but feel just a little bit worshiped...and she loved that being with Neville made her so unabashedly proud of her body. The woman was confident enough, surely, but with Neville she was also comfortable. She could do anything with him.

The thought made her smile.

A shivering exhale escaped her in the moment Neville took a nipple in to his mouth; a sharp inward draw as he flicked his tongue over the hardened nub of flesh. Her breathing became slower as she attempted to bring down her heart rate. She cast her gaze downwards, upon Neville's face, marveling at the sight. A low moan emitted from her throat as he suckled at her breast and she whimpered wantingly at the brush of his teeth against her tender flesh.

Again, she was reminded of Neville's perfection as he returned to kissing the mounds of her breasts, uttering words of reverence that fed into that whole worship feeling thing. In thanks, Kinga shuddered with desire, her already hardened nipples somehow becoming moreso. When he began working on her alternate breast she gasped and shivered all over again.

She felt so alive.

Eventually she couldn't take the sweet torments anymore. She drew back from Neville's face, sitting upright upon his lap. She pressed herself against his arousal, her hips offering several slow strokes up and down his length. She stared down at him with a sweet smirk upon her lips.

She drew her hands to herself, fondling her chest in a steady rhythm that matched the movements of her hips. Eventually, her touch would train downwards, over her midsection, down the bend of her thigh...her fingertips transferred on to Neville near to the base of his ribs. Kinga ran her hands over his toned stomach, up his chest... She followed the movement with the entirety of her body so shortly thereafter she was laying on top of him. She kissed him again, briefly, her lips continuing to find purchase ever lower. She trailed her lips down his throat, across his breast, down his stomach. When she arrived at his belt she did not hesitate to remove the clasp. Doing her very best magician impression, she pulled the buckled side of the strap fast and hard. She succeeded in removing it, of course, but the grace score might've been a little too low to work on a tablecloth.

Slowly, she lowered herself back to his lap. She laid between his legs, propped up on an elbow, her alternate arm resting over Neville's right thigh. She gazed up at him as a finger traced his pant line. Upon reaching the button, she took a hold of the panel of fabric that the button went through and pulled painstakingly slowly. After several moments the button popped free of the lifted material. Kinga grinned.

"Did you imagine that I'd be a tease?" she asked with a genuine curiosity. Before he had time to answer, she spoke to herself like a mad scientist plotting her next experiement. "I wonder how much it will take to make you beg..."

As she awaited his answer she casually stroked his cock through his pants; as he spoke she began a more valiant attempt at wrapping her fingers around his girth despite the barrier.

 

[Shadows]

The magician was so caught up with worshipping his online girlfriends body that his head tried to lift with her raising body, until she eventually pulled back enough so that the peak of her breast free of his lips. A light strand of saliva briefly connected them to another, as Neville reluctantly laid his head back; looking upon Kinga with continued disbelief and worship while almost idly licking at his lips to savor the taste of her on them.

A soft groan rolled out of his lips as he felt her move along his by now aching arousal, which started to feel like it could give way to that much desired release at any moment. His eyes met hers on occasion, but largely focused on the recently worshipped breasts upon her slender chest, which the devious little tease began to play with while rolling her hips over Neville’s lap.

“Kinga...” The bound make let out with a strained breath, as his head rolled back and pressed into the pillow slightly out of response to her motions hitting just the right spots on occasion.

No further words followed, though plenty of heavy breathing and grunted sounds of pent up desire could certainly be heard. Almost as if he’d moaned out her name in a mixture of spoken appreciation for what she was doing, along with being a simple reminder to his reeling mind that it was his sweet little mad scientist girlfriend making him feel this way.

When her hands moved to explore along his own exposed chest, Neville felt his muscles tighten and flex in response over every inch that she graced with her touch. As she moved down closer to embrace her boyfriend, his arms instinctively attempted to pull upward to greet her lithe form, only to be quickly reminded of how little control he had in what could be done due to the bindings in his raises wrists.

With the cuff portion of his layered restraints rattling at the head of the bed, Neville settled on meeting Kinga for another sweet, if teasing kiss, while simultaneously soaking in the warmth resulting of their bare chests and abdomens pressing along the other. Before long, she began to slide her body lower, with the handsome young male lifting his head to watch as best he could. There was a mixture of wanton desire and pure adoration upon his features, as he watched Kinga teasingly use her mouth along his slowly, yet heavily heaving chest and stomach as she inched her way lower.

There was a noticeable increase to the pace of Neville’s breathing as her hands reached and went to work on the front of his pants, which showed an impossible to ignore strain at the front due to his almost painful erection. His head strained slightly in order to continue gazing down and watch on as Kinga got into her position while toying with those begging to be opened pants. There was actually a visible swelling and flex of his throbbing arousal in anticipation of what may come when she finally undid the button, only to continue teasing at her long distance boyfriend who’d kept her waiting on this day for so long.

After hearing her question Neville couldn’t keep from letting out an amused, if audibly strained little chuckle, before biting his lower lip and letting his head press back into the pillow for a moment upon feeling her hand against his clothing covered hardness. She would be quickly rewarded for her exploration by the feel of his heavily teased cock flexing against her through the material, while Neville himself attempted to raised his hips upward in a desperate need for further stimulation. It was almost like his body was trying to find that needed relief by thrusting into her hand before Neville even knew what he was doing; not that the resulting realization stopped him from at least continuing to grind into her teasing fingers after those ibitial bucks.

Neville eventually lifted his head in order to gaze down the bed toward Kinga once again, as the desperation for receiving even more then this made itself ever apparent upon his handsome features. Watching her work only made this worse, of course, as he squirmed slightly upon the bed while watching the way his tented cock was being stroked by her petite fingers.

With a slightly labored voice, the magician finally attempted to answer her question, “There’s... There’s a lot about you that... that I never could have imagined before tonight...” Taking a moment to steady his breath a touch, he added with a dorkishly cute smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “And I mean that in the sweetest way possible, Kinga.”

Sweet natured as the words may have been, his resulting needs from her actions were far more carnal, as his hips tried in desperation to move himself against her curling fingers in a motion to further stimulate the act of a handjob through his clothing. Despite how close he’d felt to cumming throughout much of this, it had become painfully clear to Neville that he wasn’t too likely to reach that push over the edge with this level of stimulation.

Not that it wasn’t doing it’s stated job of teasing the captive male, as was evident even further by the feint sign of moisture seeping through the front of his pants near the peak of his cock. Indeed, enough pre cum had since formed at the crown of Neville’s cock that he was starting to soak through his clothing. Even if Kinga didn’t see it, she would likely feel it upon her fingers soon enough, as her boyfriend began to give into what she was apparently seeking.

“Please, Kinga...” Neville let out with a strained, almost desperate tinge to his voice while looking down into her eyes, “I need more then this, please? I want to cum so badly. I need it. And I, mmm... I need you, right here and now.”

They weren’t empty words given to achieve that release that seemed just out of reach through all of her teasing. She would likely be able to tell this by looking into his eyes. By hearing his soft voice. To tell that her sweet, talented love meant everything which he was saying to her.

“I’m sorry for, ngh... for making you wait so long. For not letting us meet up sooner! I... I’ll never make that mistake again...” His firm chest raising and falling a little faster, further showing how much he was enjoying the experience and likely would come back to her for more whenever she wanted, “So, please... I’m begging you... I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, just... let me actually feel you around me!”

 

[Miss Tris]

It was gratifying, the begging. Kinga continued to stroke his hard length through the barrier of his clothing as he pleaded his needs and wants to her. She lingered silently as she observed the man, making note of the pre-cum that had soaked its way through the material of his pants, a triumphant smile upon her lips in response. Neville began to apologize for making her wait for so long; he begged, he swore, he wanted so badly. He'd do whatever she desired to sate his lusts.

"That was quick," she remarked with devilish grin. Her hand shifted upwards, fingers enclosing around the pull of his zipper, her hand slowly trailing back down. She watched him carefully, studying his face and expression. "Sadly for you... I'm still a tease."

She pulled herself onto her knees, using both hands to peel open the front panels of his pants. Fluidly, she reached into his boxers, wrapping her hand around his erect cock. She offered a couple of gentle strokes before guiding his arousal outside of its confines.

A heated breath rolled across his exposed flesh. Kinga hovered her face over his lap, offering an approving purr at the sight of his manhood. "Oh, Neville," she whispered reverently. The redhead kissed the underside of his cock, her lips working their way towards his head. She sampled his pre-cum, her tongue gathering his seed as she delicately licked his tip, giving an appreciative moan to the taste. She motioned as if she may take him in to her mouth; however, she drew back shortly thereafter. "I can't wait to feel you inside of me," she spoke huskily. A beat. "However..."

Her grin became more sinister. "Well. We can't be too quick otherwise, can we?"

She redirected her hands to better removing his pants and boxers, or at least pulling them down far enough to get them out of the way. After pulling him back through his clothing she pooled the gathering material about his upper thighs. Kinga reached off to the not-so-far distance of the side of the bed, where she had laid out a couple of things prior to waking her now more-than-online boyfriend. As she retrieved the item she made no attempt to hide what it was she had: in fact she rather proudly displayed a silicone cock ring. It was teal in color, thick on its flat side. Kinga was proud of it because it contained some of her technology: voice commands, for one, so that when she wanted Neville to cum she didn't have to screw around with the band; with more precise fit perimeters and automatic adjustments, for another. All and all it was a wonderful thing.

She watched Neville hopefully, awaiting his reaction to the idea.

 

[Shadows]

A sense of relief and excitement began to rush through Neville’s body as Kinga seemed ready to relent following his desperate response to her teasing. At the same time, that momentary hint of relief upon his handsome features would quickly give way to questioning concern as she reminded him of her being a tease. The grin on her face similarly did him no favors, as he was at least able to enjoy the relief provided by her undoing those by now restrictive feeling pants.

A low, appreciative whimper rolled off of his lips at feeling her soft fingers reach inside to wrap around and stroke at his aching cock. Between his busy schedule and commitment to be loyal toward Kinga, it had been far longer then Neville would have liked to admit since he’d last felt another persons hand on him there. Add in the amount of teasing she’d already put him through and it was a small wonder he hadn’t gone off instantly.

This risk only increased, of course, as she drew him free of his clothing, thus allowing that throbbing pillar of arousal to feel her breath along its sensitive flesh. His entire body then tensed in torturous pleasure at the carnal sight and electric feel of her lips kissing sweetly upon the underside, as Neville watched on from the head of the bed.

“Kinga...” The magician started to speak; her name carried out upon his lips with similar reverence to his voice as she had given him, though with a far greater sense of need due to his current state. “Please, Kinga...” He added, before letting out a sharp gasp and pressing his head back against the pillow beneath him as he felt that nimble tongue begin its exploration.

Raising his head after a few moments to gaze back at her, Neville was able to see the indication of her preparing to take him into her mouth. His body actually tensed, with breath even getting caught within his throat for a brief second over the anticipation.

An anticipation which gave way to further sexual frustration, as Kinga then drew away from doing what was hinted upon, before addressing her pent up boyfriend with a grin which both excited and, to a far lesser extent, almost frightened him as she pulled him through his pants before tugging both articles of lower clothing down to his thighs.

Not that he’d believe her to do him any actual harm, but she was certainly enjoying making him squirm and didn’t seem ready to stop just yet. As such, Neville could only watch on questionably as the redhead retrieved her small gadget. A circular device which, for whatever mad scientific touches she had added to it, was easily familiar enough for him to quickly recognize its general purpose.

There was an almost cartoonish swallowing sound and motion on Neville’s part, as he looked to the device then back to Kinga several times. “It’s a... different type of ring then the ones I usually perform with.” The young male suggested jokingly, as he looked to his girlfriend with an uncertain, yet at the same time seemingly curious little smile.

“Put it on.” Neville finally consented; showing a growing eagerness beneath any uncertainty that there may be, as he looked the redhead in the eyes while speaking with lustfilled adoration, “So long as I can finally feel your warmth around me, Kinga. That would be enough for me.”

Of course, Neville realized in the back of his mind how quickly he may be wanting (or even begging) for more, but at that moment there was simply nothing else he could desire any greater then to actually be inside of his love for the first time.

 

[Miss Tris]

His reaction was priceless. Better still, Neville offered a joke to lighten the mood; he was always good for levity, just the sort of charismatic man that was always causing for others to smile. Kinga was doing just that.

And her smile widened as her boyfriend consented to wear the cock ring.

“So long as I can finally feel your warmth around me, Kinga. That would be enough for me.”

The redhead's eyes were locked on his as she slipped the device over the head of his cock, the ring brushing against his flesh as she drew it to the base of his shaft. Her sight broke from his, making sure the placement was just right. "Well..." she let the single word linger as she made her final adjustments. Looking back up at his face she responded more fully. "Eventually."

Her hand offered a single departing stroke as Kinga straightened her form, perched upon her knees between Neville's legs. "Activate," she spoke with deliberate clarity.

The cock ring tightened. It fit itself snugly against the base of his shaft, then the auto-adjust sought that perfect amount of pressure. The calibration took three seconds.

Kinga reached to the clasps that held her thigh high stockings, unclipping them with deft fingers. She left the clasps to dangle from her garter belt as her hands moved to the upper hem of her teal lace panties. She hooked her thumbs beneath the material, teasing the idea of dropping them, swaying her hips seductively as she did so. "I'd love nothing more than to feel your cock inside of me," she confessed. The redhead began dropping her panties, the downward progress very much in relation to the rhythm in which she was moving her hips. "But we wouldn't want to move too fast," she repeated his sentiment from earlier that evening. The teal material pulled down her flawless porcelain thighs; Kinga lifted each knee in turn to slide the panties further down her legs, thereafter quickly discarding the garment.

She crawled over his legs, not so much as brushing his arousal as she moved to straddle his stomach. Her weight remained firmly settled on her knees, her exposed sex elevated several inches from making contact with his body. Kinga slid a hand around the bend of her hip, towards her neatly trimmed mound. Soon, two fingers slipped between glistening lips. "I'm so wet, Neville," she purred. Her alternate hand reached for her breast, offering a firm grip that included her thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple. She arched her back wantingly into the contact. Her fingers moved to her clit, circular strokes encouraging her to lightly buck her hips. "Mmm," she whimpered, biting her lip. She proceeded to play with herself for several long moments, seemingly oblivious to whatever Neville did or did not say while she did so. Her head fell back and closed her eyes as her fingers teased the idea of penetration. A staggered breath escaped her; and then she suddenly stopped. Hands still upon herself, but ummoving, her eyes locked with Neville's.

"Do you want a taste?"

She crawled upwards, fully intent on mounting his face. Unless he objected, of course. Assuming he went along with it she'd place a knee above each of his shoulders, easing her wanting sex within range of his mouth.

 

[Shadows]

A small gasp slipped from his lips when feeling the metal brush against his sensitive flesh, as Neville lightly bit his lower lip while watching Kinga make the adjustments. Her simple, yet telling response to his prior words sent a mixture of increasing excitement and modest apprehension throughout his body over what may be coming before he would find relief.

Wincing slightly (purely out of surprise) at the activated ring tightening around the base of his thick length, Neville stared at the contraption strapped to his cock for several moments to fully process what was happening. For all of his escape tricks, there was little belief on his part that he could get out of that ‘trap’ if he tried. Thus, he found his most intimate of body parts now fully and willingly put into control of by the deviously sexy redhead who snuck onto his ship.

“This is... unreal.” The bound magician breathed out with a hint of a smile that showed he wasn’t exactly complaining about the situation.

After all, as his eyes returned their full attention to the already half naked Kinga, he found little to actually be complaining about. This held especially true as he watched and listened with easily read desire on his handsome features while she began to slowly remove the further remains of her clothing. His eyes followed her every moment as she did so, with his lips even parting at about the point where she peeled those parties down her wriggling hips; making for a subtle look of one whose jaw had figuratively dropped in silent worship of the woman before him.

Feeling his already hastened breathing quicken even further as she started moving further up the bed, Neville’s gaze lingered at pouts upon the resulting sway of her breasts while she moved, yet also made sure to soak in every other detail that he could of her porcelain beauty. When she began to play with herself above him, the magician started to squirm slightly on the bed in response, especially upon feeling the first drops of her arousal begin to escape her bent fingers and land upon his bare, tightening stomach. His hips shifted around, with feet and thighs moving in a manner trying to simulate the notion of thrusting upward despite being nowhere near close enough for his lightly bobbing cock to reach its target.

No words were spoken, but his movements and the way he watched her so intently spoke volumes of how greatly he wanted her at that instant. His hips moved in a motion which tried to match the rhythm with which Kinga’s fingers were sliding into her. Almost believing that he could feel himself inside of her, despite that being far from reality. In fact, were it not for the ring placed around his throbbing cock, this mental stimulation may have been enough to finally set him off right there and then.

When she stopped, so did her sole captive audience member, though he could certainly feel the resulting throb of that first potential orgasm being restrained by the device around his cock at this point. Watching Kinga while taking a brief moment to kick his suddenly dry lips, Neville listened to her offer and let out an almost whimper before replying with a soft, grateful voice, “Y-Yes, ma’am...”

Any contact with her was greatly desired at this point, as Kinga moved into position above his head, while her boyfriend eagerly lifted his head between her pale thighs to meet her part of the way with his mouth. An adoring, yet carnal moan came out from his muffled lips, as Neville wasted little time rubbing his tongue along her folds to drink up her nectar. Even more so then with her breasts earlier, he seemed to treat the redheads body with lustful worship, as that flexible muscle licked and teased along her own sensitive flesh.

Similarly to earlier, his head occasionally tilted in a way which allowed his cheeks to brush along her inner thighs with adoration. This time, however, it also allowed him even further range of use with his mouth, as he only waited a little under a minute before plunging his tongue into her sex.

While largely focused on the pleasurable task at hand, his eyes did frequently glance upward from between her thighs to try and watch her reactions for what actions may better satisfy her. Of course, as to be expected, the resulting first hand view of her straddling his face served in further arousing Neville to even greater heights then he’d already been pushed toward. As such, that flexible muscle penetrating Kinga moved with purpose, as it’s owner sought to not only taste every inch of his long distance girlfriend while he could, but to please her in the hopes of being more directly rewarded in the not too distant future of that evening.