London

[Bloodedge]

For many months, Ozzy entertained the thought that Nikoleta Corbyn was the best thing that could ever happen to a man. Today, he did anything but rest within the confines of her mouth. There was no rest, no reprieve as he fought against that tingle in his loins. Evolving beyond moisture, sucking and lapping, there was an additional pressure at his tip while the majority of his shaft disappeared beyond her lips. Well, this was new. Experience dictated that there was meant to be some sort of fear reaction keeping anyone but some floozy from consuming that much of his member. Perhaps he'd been wrong on two counts. He was certainly wrong about Nikki being the best thing that could happen to a man. She wasn't; no, she was the most dangerous thing that could happen! His earlier words were taken as a challenge, and met with a wager he couldn't bet against. Even as she devoured his manhood, she had the gall to wink and arouse him further by doing so.

He wasn't going to survive this. Every slurp he heard was a bell tolling to signal the end of him, and every drop of saliva cascading down his length was another shovel filling his grave. "Fuck me, that just ain't fair," he commented, his head and back pressed firmly against the headboard while his eyes met that sensual upward gaze. Amidst all this wonderful agony, there was one truth: he was failing his attempt to hold out. "Fine, fine! Uncle? Mommy? What do I say that'll have you ease up? I've damn near had it here─" he said, heaving like a madman through every word.

[Apollymi]

Ozzy seemed to be in quite a state at the hands of Nikki. That was good, she'd been at his mercy for an extended period of time. Though she was certain he liked her as she was, she wanted to make sure... he understood that she was just as much into him as she could be in the current moments. She was having a grand time of it too, and to his credit, he did at least not look away at all. No those gorgeous golden eyes of his were wide open and staring down at her... this seemed more like a power play than a position of subservience. Well, maybe that had something to do with the man in question and less with the act itself? Whatever the case, that gentle wink got him speaking again, this time claiming that what was happening to him wasn't fair.

Outrageously, he went on to start speaking of her letting up on him. Ah, so it was about that time... well she knew that by the constant motion of her hands against his sack... all that was fine. Still she couldn't stop completely, lest they lose progress. She finally withdrew him from her mouth if only to speak, moving that hand against his still slick shaft and seeming quietly pleased with her efforts. "Mommy~ I can't say I've ever heard that word in reference to me. Though, if you're keen, I'm not bothered~" she mused. Her hand continued moving up the full length of his shaft just barely able to close around it, at the speed her mouth had taken there was no reason for him not to see the end this day, steady as it was, she was content to have him see his end at her hands after having made him make such a strangely mad plea.

[Bloodedge]

Power play. Yes, that was one way to put it. This was hardly an act of taming or claiming, but a preestablished victory only being further solidified by tyrannical policies being enforced. Oliver was given no amnesty. Even when her mouth finally abandoned his girth, her hand continued stroking away. If only she had stopped stimulation for a moment, perhaps he could have survived just a few minutes longer... but no. Nikoleta had a mission, it seemed, and he was the assassination target. Why did such a delicate hand have to be so stimulating with its graceful movements? Could he blame the moisture? Not entirely. Whatever was to take most of the blame, he was spent. Earlier this day, thousands of child lives were saved by Oliver's charity, and now, millions would be spent on a single woman. "I might be keen if you're gonna keep being like that. I─" A sudden hiccup in his clause accompanied the throb and subsequent clench of his tool. Tension filled his body, then left it in a moment as his sentence skipped ahead. "Bloody spent, fuck!" he growled. Well, that was the end of that─ he couldn't spare another second. It only took another second, actually, for the spillage of milt to begin. Four. In total, there would be four pulses, each causing a new splash of spunk shot directly through his tip. His every reflex demanded that his eyes close, or even roll back, but no─ he'd be damned if he stopped watching that beast of a woman for even a moment.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was in charge here, that much was very obvious. She was indeed on a mission, and it was one which satisfied her own desires and nothing more. Of course, her desire in this case, was directly related to the lad she currently had at her mercy but that was hardly worth the extra consideration. She could tell by looking at Oliver that he was near his own limit, try as he might to resist her. Though she'd released him of the tortures of her mouth she hadn't unhanded him in the least. What was more, he was claiming a keenness for his most recent reference for her, if she continued acting as she was currently. If she was being honest, she wasn't always this way... but she was pretty flexible in the way she handled situations and Ozzy seemed to give her a bit more bend than normal. So then what would come of it? He wouldn't truly finish what he had to say, instead, he was apparently finished. She felt within her hands a sudden tension and then a spillage began.

A grin crossed the lass' face as she took note of this, and one other thing. The man known as Oliver had managed to keep his eyes open that was different. Normally such a reaction caused a certain amount of relaxation in the individual, since he was still watching, she thought to reward him just a bit. She was still in line with his manhood so she couldn't really escape the spurts. One would of course land on her face, after that one though her mouth opened just a bit and she caught the remaining three in her mouth. Hm, spit or swallow? Well, a bit of everything maybe? She rolled it back off her tongue and allowed it to travel down his manhood soon after. He was watching after all. "Seems like you missed a sentence there, Ozzy~" she mused as if she hadn't done a thing. A taste of him in her mouth, a splash on her face and the rest for him, seemed like a pretty good end given what she'd been doing. Besides that... swallowing complete amounts took a certain amount of preparation... so she could offer something different and have that to look forward to later.

[Bloodedge]

What did he walk into since attending that damn convention? Nikki may as well have been a living manifestation of a ball and chain hanging from his cock, restricting his every movement. Her grip wasn't nearly the firmest he'd ever experienced, and it was definitely a far cry from the intensity with which Oliver handled himself. Even so, it was currently the most dangerous and ferocious hold of all time, in its own strange way. What could be greater? That question would soon be answered in the form of Nikki's actions. Four spurts occurred while he watched her intently, the first of which struck her face as one would expect. Just then, though, the impossible happened. Nikki's mouth opened, and in went all he had left to offer... or so he thought. Nikki let his spillage drip from her tongue, back onto its source. What was this? Not some simple decision to be rid of it, but instead to... make use of it? She certainly knew how to put on a show that would keep him throbbing, whatever the case. And, there it was again─ the constant rise and fall of his chest due to heavy breathing, as his body began to relax... only to be directly spited by the refusal of his groin to conform. "That's it, innit? It's not even a dream at this point; I've gone and died! Bloody hell, how'd you become perfect for everything?"

[Apollymi]

Right, here he was with a his manhood still throbbing but did he enjoy the show? Well, his own words would have her believe that the answer to that question was... Yes. He questioned how she became perfect for everything and even claimed that he was no longer just dreaming but in fact deceased. A grin crossed the girl's face in this moment, she'd spit the remained of his spunk back onto his manhood. There had been a purpose in this, aside from simply not trying to swallow it whole, and it would come up now. That hand of hers hadn't really stopped moving, the grip itself had slowed, but among the steady throb she wasn't very inclined to let him off the hook just yet. This was especially true because of his reaction. "I'm pretty sure you didn't die. I don't think I'd just let that happen without noticing... why don't I check though?" she questioned in a somewhat joking and rhetorical manner. What would she go on to do?

Well, the short answer was, her mouth would return to his manhood. She'd used his own juices to further lubricate it and aimed to pay a bit more service to him, after all... it was still throbbing. And she had to make sure it was good and tamed. Beyond that there was a certain... joy one could take from making a man so smooth even slightly flustered. And Nikki seemed to savor this newfound joy just a bit. She didn't mind the taste of this and had every intention of using her tongue within her mouth to swab the remainder away while the gentle pressure of her jaw was applied. Up and down her head gently went... one had to wonder if she'd end up simply cleaning up this mess, or if Ozzy would end up with more to offer. Either way was fine... but there was a certain amount of absolute victory that Nikki aimed to achieve here and she had a decent amount of confidence she'd have it.

[Bloodedge]

He lived? Impossible! This wasn't possible in human life; no one could simply receive more than they ever wanted in a single day. Even the little quip she offered in response was ridiculous! Check? But that could only mean... yes, she was going right back to it. That ever mobile hand was troublesome enough for the state of his mind and body, but the addition of tongue and lips was enough to send anyone overboard. Multiple jolts, both simultaneous and consecutive, shot through his entire body. So, this was how she intended to check his lifeforce─ by sending him to the hereafter. Ozzy almost wanted to cry out for mercy, to run away, anything to get away from this feeling of overstimulation... but he also wanted even more. The latter would be a mandate, considering current positioning, so all he could do was writhe in some strange mixture of overt pleasure and incredible agony. He tried his hardest to keep as much composure as possible, but the sheets beneath him could only be gripped so tightly. "A─!" An exhale became more of a heave as overstimulation did what it would always do. He could offer no warning, nor even a proper word, before a sudden secondary ejaculation. Of course, he didn't intend to let this happen while Nikoleta's lips were wrapped around his girth. In fact, he could hardly tell it was about to happen past the sensation of... well, it felt as if every nerve in his groin was being shocked in unison.

[Apollymi]

Overstimulation was about what Nikki was going for. Oliver Williams had done a bang up job, of offering Nikki way more than she ever intended to take from anyone. So, right in the moment, she decided she'd take a little more, and in doing so, give back such a feeling. She hadn't been certain of her ability to manage anything, at the very least, she figured it would provide an interesting visual and give her a chance to clean up the spillage she'd allowed back down his manhood. Just the same that thicker mixture of fluids was easily diluted this was and cleared off, considering she didn't mind the taste of it, but what came next was truly extra. It seemed that Ozzy wasn't quite as done as he claimed, a secondary flourish would come from the man and Nikki would find her mouth filled again as he had no time to warn her of this impending doom.

She took this in stride finishing up this particular bout and swallowing that down with what was left only to remove herself from his now cleaned manhood looking rather triumphant. Those large purple eyes of hers which in public presented nothing but innocence, seemed to have a bit of a devious light in them now. "See, you're definitely still alive~" she mentioned in a tone most teasing. Strangely, she felt rather good about what she had just done, perhaps she'd done a good job of properly communicating her shared interest in such a moment. And that itch in the back of her mind could be quelled in the moment.

[Bloodedge]

At the very least, this additional spillage didn't seem like much of an issue to Nikoleta. Actually, she seemed to take it as a victory as she gulped down the second load, along with what remained of the first. What had he done? Was this divine retribution? Yes, it had to be. Life itself was a lie; there was no way any of this could be reality. Nikki claimed it to be so while looking up at him with that first spurt of spunk still on her face, and he felt... strangely. It was such an incredible sight, almost like a brand of some sort, though it was almost troublesome to look at. Was he embarrassed? No, that wasn't quite it. He almost wanted to feel bad about it, but... he couldn't; Nikki had done that herself, very much on purpose it seemed. Before he could say a single thing, he raised a hand to point at his own face, as if to point out the splotch Nikki was wearing. "Right... still alive. This is life. You've got a err─" he said, seeming more than a bit abashed. How strange; that wasn't a normal sensation for him at all. Alas, it would be neither the first, nor last time Nikoleta Corbyn caused him to feel strangely... even just today.

[Apollymi]

The strangeness Ozzy might have felt in this situation was one unknown to Nikoleta herself. She was a different sort of individual. Not that she did the sorts of things she did today with Ozzy often or even with as much intensity. It was simply that she felt comfortable enough to be herself in a moment like that. Ah, he was talking again at least, and sheepishly pointed at this own face a hint about that little bit on her own face. "Oh? Right... slipped my mind for a second there," she mentioned with a cheeky smirk. Whatever the case, she also still needed to remove her waterproof make up and go for a brush... she had just swallowed two loads it wasn't like she wanted to taste spunk forever. Though in the case of this man she didn't actually mind. "Gimme a minute~" she mentioned heading back to the bathroom, she'd disappear for a few minutes and brush her teeth, remove what little make-up she wore in the form of those two red lines on her face and eye shadow and also get any remaining residue off her face. Yep all done, in just a few seconds. And just like that she was ready for a whatever really. Her own desires had been satisfied and she had no complaints. She was also fairly caring as an individual and assuming Ozzy didn't move she'd bring him back a warm wet wash cloth and a dry one. She was content and didn't want to completely ruin him over the course of a couple of hours. "Are you alright, Ozzy?" she asked the man quizzically while making her offering. How strange, she expected him to be a bit shocked... maybe just a little.