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

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

[ Their pack's Christmas tended to be one which was full and chaotic, despite the fact that there were increasingly less children in the house as Yamato and Junko (and yes, Koji too) all grew to maturity. In some ways, this was actually more "kids" than had been in the house for it than in a long time, what with their new additions.

Still: Masaomi, Nariko, Ada, Sullivan, Emily, Octavio, Tom, Yamato, Junko, Koji, Veronica, and Audrey - Twelve people with at least one gift for everyone else, often times more in the case of those who were more generous or had deeper pockets or more to impress others with. The sheer number (even if it had grown over time) is probably what prompted them to set up a grate tree in one of the living room spaces which was probably meant to be a formal dining room and then lay out all the presents from everyone wrapped up under it andt hen sprawled out for a wide area around it all. There's chairs set up in a circle around the room to give everyone room to sit and the first one there (Which if, of course, Masaomi) brought bags for the wrapping paper to go into a recycle.

Also Masaomi has on a santa hat and a fake beard. Both of which Ada picked out years ago, and he wears mostly out of tradition. It's similarly out of tradition that he got up at the ass crack of dawn to sit in the room and eat some rice before anyone else got up, wait for them all to filter on in here usually starting with Ada or Sullivan or in recent years his eldest son so people can start to make breakfast and be ready. But either way, breakfast and present opening in the morning! A white elephant gift exchange game in the afternoon! A big dinner in the evening!

Christmas is a time of togetherness, where there has to be some structure, but there's a lot which can happen beyond all that and often did. Movies watched, songs sung, and even if this year of different and strange for a variety of reasons... well. It was still their day, and everyone would enjoy it. ]

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[There's a lot of stuff to figure out, and it turns out they'll have a lot to discuss over dinner, but right now it's not important. The bones of it are here, in the fact that when he says that she smiles kind of stupidly, more like a girl whose confession has been accepted than a grown woman. Which probably isn't okay, since the former doesn't pair well with the latter.]

You remember - at Christmas, when I kissed you? [She's pretty sure he does.] Do you think you can ... Bring that back?

[She doesn't know how to put that into words, controlling that scent and molding it to a situation. She'd been able to do it too way back in the day, but Yamato might have a little more trouble.]

[ Oh was-- ]

Do I ... not have it yet? I've been trying to do it for-- a while.

[ Maybe it was nerves if he hasn't pulled it off perfectly yet. He'd been practicing for a week or so with Junko and Audrey, and his experiments so far were more than enough for them at least. But... bring that back. Hmmm.

But he looks up at her as if asking if he could do it better, if she had insights. And he also blushes at that reaction out of her ]

Nerves, they're the worst.

[She knows that's what it is, again, because she's gone through it herself. But the way to bring it out - advice she could give? That's a little difficult, and it'd probably be too technical a conversation for this moment especially when she doesn't think he's far off from it in the first place.]

Just let me ... [Nariko can very easily take herself back to that moment when she saw that ring, even though she hadn't believed that Yamato knew what he was doing (and she was very wrong about that), it had been so easy, so simple to put her all into being as close to him as possible, and she can do that now. When she kisses him again it's slow, hot, and her scent peaks yet again, becoming absolutely needy.

She's not actually doing it for him, necessarily, this is how she calms herself down, stops worrying about every little thing that runs through her brain. If they can both relax again and get into that same moment - then that last twenty percent won't make it.]

[ Maybe it's that he's being kissed by someone he ... loves or maybe it's just a memory of that moment there, but when she kisses him, the scent around the room which had been budding, which had drown her out a little bit before now and which did have the primal note in it...

It shifts again.

It becomes a comforting but intense blanket which stifles every other thought of feeling in the room, demanding that she submit to him in every way, that she bare his children and give her body and soul to him. It demands this out of her, no doubt coiling through her skin and mind. And when Yamato is kissed, he too realizes a tension that he didn't even realize he was carrying brushing past him, because now he's back to it - that pulse he felt, that boiling feeling in his blood. He groans into the kiss and his dick throbs inside of her.

It's the sort of scent that he could muster and his father could muster - both are different in subtle ways for how they demand it, but no one could endure them, not really. More or less anyone would be compelled to them by it. And his own is an echo of Nariko's neediness with a grasping needy demand.

He wraps his arms around her head and he kisses her back slowly, just as hotly, his tongue crawling into her mouth ]

[In the very brief moment she has left to think clearly three words ring through her head: There it is!

If it really was twenty percent then they were both holding a part of that, but it feels good to let go of and now she doesn't have to pull away from any of the immediate reactions to the heat he's giving off, she doesn't have to worry about anything that might happen. He's comforting where Masaomi is empowering, and she doesn't bother to fight, if anything she's more than happy to respond to the desperation she still possess. You could probably argue that the only one who could know how to sate it is the source.

She parts her lips willingly and rocks slowly on his cock, and every single thrust makes her that much hotter, drowns her in his scent that much more.

Definitely one hundred percent now.]

[ She's his now, and he's certain of it... but he doesn't feel a need to assert it, not out loud - he doesn't have a need to say it or make her bark. He doesn't have much of a need to so things like that because he just knows it, he just knows that they were meant to be like this. He forces his hips up into her now, rocking against her hotter.

She looks like she's drunk on him. He might not be that much better, with surging blood, wide eyes, and he looks at her with - ]

Nariko...

[Drunk is a very good way to put it. She can't comprehend anything that isn't Yamato, who doesn't even register as her son right now. He's just the man that's claimed her, the one she's pledged a part of herself to, the one she'll follow and obey and support until she can't function anymore. It feels impossibly right and the only thing that begins to compare to that feeling is how much space he takes up in her body.

It's like Heaven. It's a different kind than with Masaomi, whose nowhere to be found in her thoughts, but goddamn is it perfect.]

Yamato. [... She smiles at him and there's a lot in that expression, love, lust, dedication, and compassion, an endless list of positive things.

How could she have ever worried about this being wrong? It could never be that.]

[ He... He just - he wants to cry from how beautiful she looks and how amazed he is in this moment. He fears he might actually start to tear up a little, but fortunately, there is a strong flow of lust to go with this moment. The boy groans, and he braces his hands on her hips. He claps them once, and he -

Nariko... he'll work out the titles later. Was girlfriend even right to say? Or sufficient? No matter what, the young man was going to rock his hips all the more and try to speak first - try to - ]

Fuck me, Nariko. B-bounce on me. A lot.

[There's no verbal answer because she can't risk sounding like a complete idiot - he might cry but she's liable to babble nonsensically, and it's not as cute as it may possibly sound. - but she smirks, nods, and it's an excited, confident look. She doesn't have to doubt him in any sense now, not what he intends or what he feels, because they couldn't have possibly gotten to this point if he didn't feel the same.

To even think of that seems to make her shudder subconsciously.

So if nothing else literally bouncing on his cock gives her something to do with all those feelings, and when she starts it's fast, but not particularly desperate, she rolls her hips with the sort of strength and quickness that takes practice, bracing a little more on his chest so that when her tits bounce they're right in his field view.]

[ As he looks up at her with a sense of awe, a look of affection - he finds himself following the bouncing of her tits and the jingle of the piercings in there. He finds himself willing the tits to burst out milk despite him not touching her boobs yet. Which is probably impossible, but how amazing would that be if she was swollen and sensitive enough to leak out just rom the force of them bouncing around...

It's a strange thought, right?

At least this lust, this sort of manic rush was enough for him to focus away from the fact he felt on the verge of overwhelmed happy tears. Yamato moans, and he thrusts his hips up into her, trying to get in sync with her hips as he goes. That smirk was really hot. ]

[He's ... Not entirely off, a good amount of that telltale pressure had been relieved during the first round but they're already swelling again, they already ache, but it's simple enough to ignore right about now. If he actually reached up and touched them, or just poked hard enough that'd do it, but with just her strength behind it - it's not very likely to happen! So it's not very strange! The pills are strange.]

Ca-reful! [Of course, with the both of them at it then ... Yes, a little bit of it does dribble out, and might end up splattering on some part of her - her mate.] They're really - ... I took too much.

[Let's hope this isn't a permanent change! There was maybe, what, twenty minutes between the first round and this one? Maybe even less than that? ... She's going to have to milk this out of her all night or else it's going to be a problem.]

You just want--- to impress me, r-right?!

[ He says this thought clipped little moans. He should have tasted the milk earlier, when it was all over his hand. It's sort of dried by now, so there's no real point in licking it now... oh wait. That splatter got on his chest, so he reaches one of the hands bracing on her hips to go and rub it off, dodging between her own fingers to collect some on his fingers before he goes and puts those same fingers in his mouth.

It tastes sweet. It's delicious.

He groans, and he gives a harder thrust for it ]

Got to have enough-- for!

[ For his boy? ... Yes, his boy. Yes, she will get pregnant ]

[This is pretty much a free flowing supply, he's not going to miss out on any chances to taste it one way or the other unless he chooses to! She falters a little while he tastes it, her hips don't stop but her movements are less coordinated while she waits for his reaction and ... She'll consider that a thumbs up, and it does make her stupidly happy.]

There will be. I'd never - not have enough for him!

[... For their son. Or, well, Yamato too, if he wants it.

And even though she could get wrapped up in those thoughts for hours Nariko lets her body get back to what is most natural, and that's riding his dick, taking more of his cum until they're both moderately sated. Not that it feels as if that point will ever come, for every thrust that matches with his the splatter increases and she should really do something about that, should lessen the intensity of it but it's too good and she'd sooner be choked out than stop.]

[ Was he even ready for a child? Did that matter now? All that mattered was that he was connected to this woman in front of him, to this beautiful woman who was his... Who was someone very special to him, someone he loved and had claimed. His scent spikes again, and he hesitantly but sincerely applies the word "mate." He knows he's still under the rule of his Alpha, one he deeply respects, but she was his now. Not his Alpha's.

... What was that Alpha's name again? It seems almost unimportant in this moment. Nothing seems important but her, her and that dream of hers. (Junko had said that she wanted him and wanted his child. He wanted- ) ]

I expect you'll... you'll make it big and strong! [ He laughs at this, at the absurdity of the moment, and how eager he is. He wants to say more to her, to give more promises or more passion. His hips certainly are meeting her, and the splatter that's coating him and the floor behind him just amuses him more. In fact, a hand reaches up to squeeze one of her breasts as if to make more of it ]

And -- and still ride my cock.

[Of course the answer is no! Yamato's not old enough, hell, his father wasn't old enough when they had him! Having children is a complicated thing and while there's a chance it might forcibly mature him, that he could grow into it a lot better and easier than his father had ... Well, it's not the sort of thing to take a chance on. Which means she should get a condom or something but ... But another child, especially Yamato's, it's a part of her dream though it's not the entirety of it, which is why Yamato shouldn't always trust second hand knowledge.]

Yes. [She doesn't need more words, though! There's more than enough passion in their dedicated fucking, in the fact that she ramps up towards an orgasm but it doesn't register correctly because it won't be a reason to stop or even pause for a second.]

A-Are you kidding? [Well no, he's not, he was too young even when she was knocked up with Koji to remember. She has to pause, groaning shamelessly as he squeezes, and as long as he keeps that up her breasts give a strong flow of milk, and Nariko subsequently slams herself on his cock, writhing almost violently while he does it.] I can't live without cock when I'm like that! [It's a fact, pregnant women are horny! But Nariko pretty much desired to live off of sex for the first seven months. That, and Frito's (with Yamato).]

[ Hey man if you've got some dream he can fulfill you should spell that out. Also maybe not have condomless sex while on a fertility drug if you don't want to get pregnant, because if it's not Yamato it'll be someone else. Either way, the boy groans a little here, trying to get a vision of it. He was too young even when she had Koji, but he knows a lot of his earliest memories are a strange mix of her being a kind, amazing mother and her being a beautiful woman.

And her being a mewling whore.

All of them are meshed together, and right now, she's his woman - his mate. He tenses a little, because that last violent slam down was almost as amazing as the small jets of milk which come out when he squeezes her now, trickling and spaying onto him in equal measure. ]

Can you live-- without cock now?!

[The drug isn't supposed to help with pregnancy!!! It'll be fine don't judge her. Maybe there would be some lingering shot here or there of how utterly desperate she'd been with Koji, being without her mate at the time had been utter torture. It was an effect that seemed to get worse with each subsequent pregnancy.]

No! [There's just no way, she can't pretend to be shy or even particularly humiliated by the fact.] I can't function without it, without at least swallowing it! I'd go insane, I'd die. [And that's really only a slight exaggeration, all things said and done. Keeping up with her isn't the simplest idea in the world but ... She kind of doubts Yamato will have a problem with it.]

Sorry, [She's not sorry at all, especially since she keeps putting her weight between each drop of her hips, getting his cock to scrape in her body just right every single time.] 'm not gonna be able to function without your cock.

[ Oh man. For a horny teenager, to have the woman he loves say something like that is something of a blissful overture, something that fills him up with glee and makes his already pulsing blood just run that much faster, that much more into it. He wonders if she's talking about when she's pregnant...

Are they getting her pregnant now?

Or just in general. He's okay with both, but he laughs a little, giving her tits another squeeze. He's going to reek of her milk after this, there's just no end to it. And he - ]

I wouldn't want you to! I think I like the idea of you needing me to fuck you all the time.

[When she was pregnant, and in general and ... Are they? She doesn't know. There's probably a higher chance of it right now but biology isn't always so cut and dry. They could do it all night and it still might not catch right despite her obnoxious fertility. But the little hint of it is enough to make this all too easy to talk about, to make her that much more eager.]

A-Are you sure? Because I'll hang off of you the moment you're home! I can't wait. [She really had bordered on unmanageable, before!] I might even try to ride it while you're asleep!

[She's smiling, now, shaking almost desperately because she wants to hold off her orgasm but she can't, it's going to happen one way or the other.]

[ Would she be sleeping next to him? She had listed that as a thing she wanted to do, but he was dimly aware that other than a nap or two that hadn't really happened so far. And even tonight she was supposed to leave this morning for...

Some reason?

The boy shakes his head, and - ] That just- it means I get to enjoy you all the more! [ He grins a little wider. Jump him the moment he gets home... ] Maybe just wearing something hot when I'm home.

[ That's a good idea, right?! He groans as he feels himself tensing a little himself. This whole emotional whiplash did shoot his normally quite good stamin here ]

[She - They'll figure something out. Before all of this became a real, undeniable thing she hadn't figured that he'd want those little joys, that they'd even matter! ... But then a big difference between Masaomi and Yamato is that the latter is a little more sensitive, so she probably should have figured that out on her own.]

I'll wear whatever you want! [Which is probably a dangerous idea, considering, well. He's still a teenage boy. But, hey, their entire pack has seen her naked at some point or another.]

I belong to you now, so [She wants to kiss him. She loves him so much that it almost hurts.] so I'll do anything.

[ Amazing. Beautiful. That's so--

She's so-- He looks at her with wide eyes and he - he groans and gives another thrust up. He won't last that much longer this round ]

A-anything?! For... real, Nariko?

[It's really just a few more seconds at most but that question ... It's so Yamato-like.]

Of course that's - I'll do anything for the man that I love.

[And that's Yamato. Her mate. There's no more questioning it now, the part of her that must have surely opened in order to allow this has closed, there's no more room for change. It is what it is now, and she's too loyal for her own good, but eventually he'll understand how boundless (and considerably stifling, depending) her love can be.

Right now she can't make it through another second. It seems as if her body shakes from its core, and there's no name for her sounds, even if they do closely resemble screams, there's a primal quality to it as she squirts around his cock.]

[ And that's him. He is the man that she loves. He is the center of her world, and they are in love. ... It's surreal, really, but even as he thinks about it, it also feels right and natural. His eyes zero in on her face, and he tries to lock eyes with her before he's forced to shut them from the tenseness in this body. As she convulses around his cock, he pushes into her, feeling it pulling on him.

He won't last - he couldn't last, not after all they went through in just this round.

And he releases up into her, shooting out another load inside of her. As it was right ]

[That's him, without question.

There's really no such thing as calming down, not entirely. The best she can do is to somewhat halfheartedly collapse on his chest, bracing a little awkwardly on the floor and doing her best to keep still. The slightest movement was going to send her right back into pathetic desperation, she already knew that, but even Nariko had to breathe in.]

Alpha ... [Hers. Her mate. It's so -]

... I really want to suck it but then I'd have to move.

[She doesn't want to be separated from him, and yet! This isn't a bad problem to have.]

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