masanari | [Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[His -- Could she even be -- It's not possible, right? Because of Masaomi. His name keeps ringing in her head, but it becomes depressingly far off with each passing second, and she's not sure if that's scary or weirdly exhilarating.] Yamato, I ca-

[Can't. She can't let anyone else try to claim her in any meaningful way, and the problem here is that all they're dancing around is meaningful. The kid guards aren't in play, and that ends up working to his advantage because she can't comprehend words when he's shoving his dick into her and somewhat inadvertently pushing air out of her chest, too.]

Fuck.

[... She's just pushing off the inevitable here. A certain degree of chemistry had it's own way of sneaking into situations. Knowing that makes her shudder almost violently, and he wouldn't be imagining it if he realized that she was a little wetter.]

[ He can finish that sentence for her though - she can't. ... He knows that, honestly, knows and is in denial about it. For however much Junko had reassured him, for however much he felt there was a connection here... the fact of the matter is that she's mated already, and what's more mated to his Alpha. This sort of challenge was dangerous and foolish, and he couldn't possibly pull it off in the end - he, Yamato.

But he, Yamato, had already resigned himself to trying. When she had told him that she wanted to belong to him, his heart had fluttered, when he bought the ring with Junko, he almost started to salivate from the possibilities. And that day, on Christmas - that was by far the horniest he had ever been. He'd started to call her and think of her as "Nariko" - the image of her as mother was further and further into the past for him, and even if this was a foolish sort of dream, he wanted and needed to see it through.

He seems to growl, and his scent redoubles, answering her and him in a way he can't find the words too. If she wants to reassure the boy, tell him he's being too fatalistic, she'll have to correct him herself. Unlike Masaomi or Koji, he can't bring himself to be pointlessly cocky, even as he begins the process of fucking her into the wall with powerful thrusts ]

[The entire problem is that it isn't foolish, it's not unobtainable. Frankly, this isn't enough to forcefully shift her biology in the way that the ring's appearance had done, but there's something to be said for taking steps there and this is one of them. It's the kind of thing that makes room, that reminds her that she's always loved Yamato more than she'd ever be capable of loving herself, that if there was anyone that could rightfully contend with Masaomi, it would be their son. It's far more real than he can begin to understand.

So there's no hope of 'reassuring' in that sense. If anything the way she responds to his scent, the fact that she all but crumbles and doesn't even think to stop him from treating her roughly or fucking her in such an animalistic way, is just more proof that it's an inevitability. She's going to be incredibly sore after this, and the tiny little thought in the back of her barely-there head is that she's probably not going to be able to dance later.]

H-Hey.

[Mostly she just has to hold onto him and make sure she doesn't accidentally slip one way or the other, but now she pulls at his face, barely pushing her moans and whimpers into something that might actually be a word. The way she pulls at his hair and his cheek is uncoordinated, maybe a little too rough, but she's lost any grip of this situation, she exists to be fucked by him in this moment and she knows that, accepts it in a way that is her own.

She just still wants a kiss, that's all.]

[ This had been enough for Junko though! ... Mostly? There was other circumstances there. But then, maybe that change of biology was something more demanding than just that. Either way, Yamato can't necessarily read her mind or even perfectly read her body, but he can feel that there's something her, a certain pulse here-

One hand is on her tit, squeezing milk out of it. The other braces on the wall. But- ]

He-y?

[ She's pulling his his hair, his cheek- what did she- did she want him to say something. Or now, towards her - ... Oh. Oh, he's got him here to kiss So he, after a short moment, makes to have their lips meet ]

[The worth of a prize was somewhat measured by the work required to obtain it, though a better way to say it might be 'you get what you work for', and Nariko had never been, and never would be the low maintenance type. Masaomi could heartily attest to that. But that he can parse it out to begin with is notable, even important. When he's in reach she immediately kisses him, it's desperate and she tries to move her hips a little harder, not that she needs the help. Her orgasm is an oncoming thing.]

Love you.

[To say it like that, not loving him as a mother or even as a packmate but just loving him, for all the insecurity, the shyness, the indecisive nature just as much as his sensitivity, intelligence, and attention is something else completely. It makes her kind of vulnerable to say it, really.

It's proof that she does want to be his even if she shouldn't. Whether Yamato would understand that, being as inevitably entrenched in pack life (and also a teenager whose never been in love) as he is happens to be another matter entirely. But it's there, all the same.]

[ The pack life doesn't preclude love, in a way, it encourages it, in various forms! Or something, he can't really argue the point right now and really the more damning thing for a lack of understanding there is the fact he's never been properly in love himself. He's not really sure he understands what love is, at least in the way people are on about the romantic connection. That and, of course... that she loved his father, he was mated for his his father. That seemed like a wall-

A wall he wanted to push up against.

Yamato can feel that there's something about that set of words, even if he can't connect what it would be. Still, as he works his hips in tandem with her hips . . . That'll be good, right- and... and he should respond with- something. He moans a little, and ]

Na-Nariko. I- love you? Too!

[Encourages love ... It's an interesting concept to hold onto, one that might even be worth discussing between them, as the whole perspective isn't one they've had much chance to explore together. But that's a very cerebral desire when there's no room for such a thing when he's practically dislodging her bones with his dick. Whether she actually believes that he loves her back, in a romantic or entirely primal sort of way, is kind of beside the point. There's no holding herself back, when that pressure builds up inside her she allows it, still biting at his lip.

Junko had to get the low stamina thing from somewhere, right?

But she doesn't expect nor want him to stop, especially since Yamato could really hold out if he wanted to, and if he wanted to keep fucking her up against the wall like his personal toy then she'd only think of ways to enhance the effect.

(But the important question here is: Does he really love her? Probably not. Right?)]

Nariko--

[ He pants this out, because yes, he will just keep fucking her. That sort of philosophical debate might be one for another time, and it's not even remotely on his mind now. Yamato might be someone who allowed his mind to wander way away from the point, and this isn;t excluded in this moment, but he couldn't begin to think of something so complex now. Mostly, as his pistons his hips into her and feels milk leaking around his fingers, he instead finds himself trying to think of what to breathlessly say next, in this brief time he has with her having his lip.

... He was resolved, he was going to try. He had to stop being nervous. After all, she said- ] I'm going-- I mean-- I will own you! Starting now--! You-- Ah. You belong to me!

[It's the nerves that probably make all that difficult to accept on the instinctual level. When it comes to stuff like this you just have to be earnest and forthright about it, and Yamato's apparently ended up with the shy caution that Nariko may have been afforded if her childhood hadn't been what it was. It's yet another thing she wouldn't have wished on any of her kids, a trait she'd hoped Masaomi's genes would overcome.

But none of that makes her response wrong.] Yours! I am - I'm --

[Talking isn't going to be her strong suit as long as he keeps milking her tits like this, it pairs far too well with the way he buries his dick in her over and over again and she's barely finished cumming but nothing can translate to pain, right now. She can be his right now, and maybe that's why she'd wanted to take him away from the house, somewhat farther away from Masaomi's influence. She didn't want to share herself for this.]

[ Was that the sound of her agreeing? It sounds like she might be agreeing?

Words are hard, yes, but as Yamato continues to plow into her, as he squeezes her tit that much harder, stimulating her to shoot out more and more liquid from both there and her cunt, the young man knows he can't stop here, even if his stamina did give out (which it hadn't). His scent stirs in the air, and he feels the blood boiling inside of him. He's got her here and at least for tonight she's all his. Wasn't that enough?

... No, it's not quite enough. He wanted - he wanted more! He wanted her to to be his, to claim her and to... The boy whines in the back of his throat and gives a particularly hard thrust into her, making some items on the wall shake through the force that connects with her body ] Good! Mine! [ He-- he has to -- he's going to be sick. (from nerves)

He... he chickens out of what he means to say, but maybe he'll build back up to it ]

Thank me-- for it!

[She's definitely agreeing, for as hard as it might be to identify as such!

And, really Yamato you're not supposed to feel like you're going to be sick from anything while having sex! She'd tell him if she had enough mind to notice in the first place, but for all his shakiness there is something about hearing him say it at all that gets to her. She'd kind of made fun of Masaomi for insisting that anything might happen between herself and Yamato, and yet now she's clinging to anything that proves he does want her. It's almost pathetic.]

Thank you. [But she won't just echo what he tells her to do, though he might not exactly complain about that, either.] I always wanted you to do this. [To challenge Masaomi, for a variety of reasons.] I wanted you to claim me!

[Whether it was something like the ring that he'd given her, or this basic, almost vicious fucking.] I waited but it was so - so worth it!

[So, really: Thank you.]

[ How pathetic was it that he was now being comforted and spurred on by her words. He grunts, and his hand against the wall curls in a little. He can do this, can't he? He...

This felt natural, and it felt right - any sort of sickness and nerves running through his body were because of different titles that existed around them. That she was his mother, that he was under the thumb of the alpha that was her mate, that doing this was a challenge to his father. But if she wanted it - he doesn't even think about how that might imply something was wrong between her and his father, because if he focused on that he would just loose his nerve again.

She waited for. She wanted him to do this. He- He wants her to know he's serious. That he wants her to be his in every way. He wants to steal her, even if he's not sure he can ]

Ffffuck--- Nariko! I'm glad it- good you like it! [ He groans and - ] 'Cus I'm gonna -- [ ... ] I'm gonna claim you and impregnate you! Be sure to enjoy -- e-enjoy existing for my dick!

[ He did it! He -- he leans in to kiss her at the end of that, despite her screaming in pleasure and him panting as he gets closer to the end ]

[It would ... Probably be a good idea to make sure Yamato understood the state of her relationship with Masaomi, considering the last talk they'd had about that wasn't at all positive. And while she'd had that little argument with him after they finished with presents Nariko couldn't imagine anything else that might need to be worked out between herself and her mate. Sure, they might have little disagreements, stupid shit or whatever, but it seemed to her they were far better at communicating now. She'll have to store that intent away for now, though, because he says that and she actually tenses a little, very temporarily thrown off of immediate pleasure to vague confusion.]

You can't -

[He's not ... Being serious right? He's going to - he even wants to knock her up? Whatever else she was going to say is lost thanks to that kiss which, despite what she managed to get out, is far from restrained. He can't really want to and yet just thinking about it makes her body pulse in an almost forgotten way.]

You'd really want to knock me up?! [There's a weird sense of awe in her tone, in part because that's difficult to believe, because that's such a big thing that he has to prove it on top of being serious. Of course it makes her happy, though, the idea of being able to have one more, knowing that he might be putting it inside her right then and there - it could make her cum all over again, which is a funny idea since she hasn't really stopped.]

You'd really let me carry your son? [Yamato's first child ...]

[ She was really questioning him like this? For a long moment, particularly after that "you can't" and that second question, despite the tone, that he almost expects her to admonish him. But then his brain collects itself and he realizes that the tone isn't right for that. And - and even if he does need to prove it, that last question just makes him squirm a little. He doesn't slow, but he was panting a bit as he goes here, locking eyes with her. He's a little bit terrified, but that's all intellectual.

On the inside - deep inside of him - he's hungry. Eager and fierce in this moment, and knowing - ] I'm going -- to make you carry him. [ He ... ] You don't even-- need to think about anything else [ Like dad? Was he really being that mean? Probably not. This next part wasn't - or was it? ] again.

[Holy shit. She ... How is she supposed to react to this? What should she do? The part of her that's vaguely capable of thought and basic reasoning is scrambling. She'd been taking his desire to be with her, in a sense, very seriously. This wasn't a question of doubting his intentions, but she had thought some of it was just pleasant dressing. But it's not.]

Oh. [Just that, at first, despite the fact that her scent, in its submissive, needy state, doubles over, though only to work in tandem with his.] Okay. [She feels incredibly hot and her tits ache and feel full all over again despite how actively he's squeezed at them. It's probably the result of those pills but she doesn't have the sense to realize that at the moment.]

I will, that's all I'll - think about or look forward to! [She's going a little out of her mind, here, amping up towards an indescribable form of pleasure.] I'll just be yours.

[And right now she can't think of Masaomi, he's just not there for a second, and she doesn't even have the sense to be scared or concerned about it.]

[ Was she humoring him...? Was she- no, no, this was real. This was so impossibly, unimaginably real, and the teenager's scent seems to shoot out everywhere to match her own, as if it were a contest. It had that primal note in it, now the main centerpiece of the smell, filling the room with a demand that she be is and no one else's, that she exist in submissive pleasure for him. A smile going wide on his face, almost goofy for a moment, Yamato starts to say something, or kiss her-

But he doesn't manage either. He just squeezes her tit again, he thrusts up into her again, and - and- ]

Say you're my bitch.

[ He says that with enough seriousness he surprises himself ] And- and I can use you however I want.

[ He grunts, and - ] And you'll have my son!

[And there it is, that basic instinct which could decide feelings and guide actions. When she was closer to his age than she is now, she'd loved getting drunk on that, on forcing men to want to keep her even when she had no intention of staying with them. It was intoxicating to be taken over that way, to know that something that strong was because of her. When she moans next it's far more guttural, less composed and human than before.]

'm gonna have your son, I'll give you the best one. [Which, considering how proud of Yamato and Koji she is, is saying something. That she's promising that to someone that isn't her mate isn't a light matter, either.] And even when I'm pregnant I'll be a good bitch and get on my knees for you, any way you want!

[This desire to absolutely please him and earn some kind of positive reaction, some recognition is ... Weirdly new. But she likes it, it's easy and familiar enough that it's easy to let all of that come out in a half-clipped rush.]

[ . . . God he- he-- ] Good.

[ That's... This feeling is amazing. Yamato's not sure if it's a result of his biochemistry being compatible with her own, if they're actually mates, of if he's using his scent to brute-force its way into her. But he knows now that he wants this, and what's more he needs her to remain like this, he needs her to keep ... to be his bitch, to be his and only his. (but what about--) either way, he rams her that much harder, somehow picking up the pace and making the wall shake as he pushes himself more and more towards orgasm. It won't be long now. ]

Good, I'll be-- using that! Well!

[ He didn't know what to say yet, but it felt nice ]

[They're really going to upset their hotel neighbors if they've got any.

But no matter what the explanation was this really wasn't a bad place to be in. It felt completely right to her so if nothing else he wasn't likely to have forced anything on her. She's been receptive and eager since the moment he gave her the ring, and she hasn't been able to stop thinking about him, they'd just been kept apart a little too long, that was all. But at least they're really making up for it now and as he edges towards finally cumming in her she's getting that much closer to opening up the way she needs to, in order to truly be his.

But she's pretty much lost her voice, they're too close to the ending for that.]

[ Yamato feels like he should have said something more artful there, or at least something nicer. Maybe make a quip about when they go dancing in a few hours.

He doesn't really manage it though, his impasse of wording sort of dissolving into a mess of syllables which might resemble words of praise or her name or something, but it ultimately just means nothing. His hand on her tit sifts, going to instead get cause in her hair, and pin that, tugged against the wall just as his other one curls up like that. He looks like a sweaty mess now, he's sure - but his determined, delirious, passionate look right now has to be sexy. Or scary. or both.

But either way, he only lasts four or so more powerful thrusts into her before, on the last one, he grunts out something which might've been meant as a warning, and he cums inside of her, shooting a great, warm, sticky load ]

[Sometimes a lack of words says enough, and frankly she appreciates the attempt to say her name whether it comes out the right way or not. It's hard to talk when your succumbing to natural instincts, when they're both a complete mess, he's sweaty and she's covered in a fair amount of milk, and the look he's got definitely checks the 'both' box.]

Holy shit. [She tries to hold him there while he cums in her, and even if she wanted to go somewhere, to try and avoid it, it's impossible. She's caught between him and the wall and there's really no better place to be as she cums right along with him, making a mess of the floor directly underneath them.

It takes an incredibly long stretch of time for her to relax, to take her fingers out of where they chose to dig into his shoulders. When she can stop panting for hair she just ... Smiles. Part of it's the desire to nest, to kiss and take care of him, but the other part is just pure amazement. He's already better at this than he was before, though she doubts he can note his own leaps and bounds.]

[ Panting, barely even seeing straight, Yamato feels every last throb and pulse of his cock, as he empties himself out in her. He can't even begin to form something coherent in order to respond to her with. Held, and with a slight pain from where he nails dig in, he looks at more or less nothing - not taking in her or the wall or her body or the ring on her finger, or whatever things draw her in as being his father's (like the tattoo or her sun earring if either are in now ) and-

And his knees buckle a little. That smile was just- ]

Mine.

[ He says that out loud, but it also means "I love you" ]

[She tries to hold onto him a little tighter when his legs give a little bit but otherwise she has to do her best to stay braced up on the wall, too. They're both probably in danger of just falling flat out on the ground. Which is weirdly funny. When he says that it might as well make her heart glow, and that feeling is clearly displayed in her smile, in the way she kisses him softly.]

Yours.

["I love you, too." And a whole lot more.

She stays like that for a bit, though, just enjoying it before she tilts her head towards their not too far off bed. Instead of shopping or anything like that they just might end up taking a nap. Or fucking a whole hell of a lot more.]

[ "His."

He did it...?

It's that which makes his knees give out entirely. She might have been doing well to urge them towards the bed, but right now, they're kinda falling backwards. Yamato ends up falling back and landing on his back! With Nariko on top of him and their hips still connected as they end up as a wet, sweaty thing on the floor. The fact of the matter is that he wanted to dance with her, and shop with her! And kiss her at midnight!

... But nap? He couldn't dream of that, he wants to fuck her a whole hell of a lot more. Still, on the ground here, he mumbles out "sorry" ]

[She yelps in the most ungraceful, un-cute way as they go down! She tries to end up bracing on her arms so that he doesn't get the entirety of her weight knocked into his chest but she doesn't really manage it. At least her boobs are soft so that shouldn't have been too painful.]

You okay?

[Even if he's not she adjusts her hips, trying out a little slow, rocking sort of thrust. ... There's so much cum in her.]

Man, that was great.

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