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

[ 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.

Yeah, that was amazing.

[ He says this with... a laugh, of all things. He's fine though, and he smiles to show her this was the case! Still, he nuzzles up against her and rocks his hips against her. She's his... his... he should feel more bad about challenging his dad like this (or winning at it) but...

Well, he'll feel bad later. ]

[One of these days he's got to stop making himself feel guilty for making his own decisions and going for them! There's a lot more to be learned by failing than just hanging around, after all. But that would be far too much of a mom like kind of discussion and she doesn't have room for it anyway.]

And to think we can do it as many times as possible!

[No limits, no one to worry about accidentally infecting with her smell, none of that! The beauty of a hotel room. She kisses him again and then expands her territory to his cheeks, his jaw, underneath it, and to his neck. Let her shower you in literal affection, Yamato. Mostly because there's no running away from it to begin with.]

[ Honestly that is a good discussion to be had - there's a lot of good discussions to be had between them. But mostly- As many times as possible? Yeah, for sure. ]

D-definitely! We don't need to stop until we go out again!

[ And he starts to rock his hips a little more at this. These kisses, this affection, it's... it feels a little different than how she had done it before. It's not that dissimilar, but it Feels different ]

[That's because it is different! They're not playing at an easy relationship now, this is a little more serious, much more intrinsic, and that comes with it's negatives and positives much like anything else. And one big positive is that they're both probably already prepared to go again, that or what they're doing is slow, easy fucking and Nariko is perfectly alright with that, too.]

Exactly. [She grins, watching his expression a bit.] But I don't want to miss dancing with you, or kissing at midnight!

[So they might have to be a little careful.] Even if I don't really want to do anything but take your dick, too.

[All these life choices.]

[ His expression seems to be wildly shifting between joy that he made it this far and that she was going to do this with him and amazement at himself that this is even happening. And affection - there is a lot of affection for her because if he pushes past all the mental blocks and the fact that a large part of this was proving something about himself to his father, he did genuinely like her a lot - he did feel something special with her ]

Don't worry, we won't miss either of those.

[ But still, he - ] I mean... I don't want to miss them either.

[ He -- ] Tell me about my dick.

The fact that you can leave me incapable of talking at all says a lot about your dick.

[And she'd argue that's all that should have to be said, but it won't be that easy. Because Yamato is definitely Masaomi's son, because even if he does feel something special for her there's a lot of this that doesn't have much too do with her. It's kind of why the back and forth, being 'fought' over and all that isn't actually glamorous.

But Yamato did do a good job, and though she said that in a tone that was far more playful than anything else, she doesn't want him to get the idea that she was ungrateful.]

I've spent the last few days constantly thinking about how big it is, aching for it, and I still wasn't completely ready for all of that, Yamato. I probably can't walk right.

[But that's not a bad thing, if anything it's a fair source of pride for a man! Especially against someone like Nariko.]

[ He's pretty sure he does. At the very least... he's been thinking about her a lot. He was looking forward to -

... Actually, she would want to hear that. ]

I was looking forward--- to tonight, I mean. Too. I was aching to put it in your cunt, and then knowing that, I wanted to - go out with you, see how you might try to repay me. Call you my girlfriend. And then fuck you more because I'd get hard from that.

[ There. Exhale. ... And it was a fair bit of pride to know he didn't make her walk straight. It's probably inevitable that she was going to be fought over, but maybe she could make things peaceful between her and her mates(s). Could he have actually done it though, was this a complete claim? He wanted it to be, for sure. ]

[Well, she has no idea what to do about Masaomi and Yamato! And right now she doesn't have to deal with it because, yes, it does feel like a sort of claim, something that she would lend a lot more attention and dedication to, but they'd both been nervous, for as much fun as they'd had, so it's more like an eighty percent thing.]

You had a lot of fun with Junko and Audrey, though. [Which doesn't mean she's doubting what he's saying, rather that he must not have had too much room to think of anything with two eager, scent-addicted girls at his beck and call.

But the second part of that is a little harder to shrug off.] 'Girlfriend', huh? I haven't been that in a while.

[But Masaomi hadn't really seemed to mind the term before, would it be different with Yamato, versus Joshua? Probably. But she doesn't really care.]

[ Eighty percent. ... He wants to make it one hundred percent, he wants to perfect this claim, and he inhales deeply to try to center himself. Because that felt like a deflection from her. He closes his eyes and pushes out more of his scent, more of that primal edge as his cock throbbed inside of her ]

I did, but I think I pissed Junko off a little. I kept asking her this and that about how I could claim you.

[ Girlfriend... ] I said I -- was gonna use it before, right? [ A beat, and - ] It seems right.

I-It does.

[He's not letting up and she barely gets that much out before she groans. Whatever bit of control she'd mustered visibly slips away, her awareness shifts to a dazed, expecting kind of look that she blinks out of it just enough to vaguely look like her usual self.] I'm sure she's fine. [Nariko isn't at all ignorant to what her daughter is going through, but it's not something to discuss with Yamato.]

Yamato. [... How does she say this.] I always ... I knew this was going to happen. If it wasn't you it'd be Koji.

[Not taking her but - growing into the Alpha in him, learning how to utilize his scent.] I'm not questioning your desire but just tell me why, okay? There has to be a reason.

[Even if he can't vocalize or even feel the same love that she has towards him which is both familial and romantic, that's fine. But it has to be greater than 'I want to take you from your mate' because, despite how stupidly cliche she is at times that's such a fucked up reason. She hated it when she was younger and guys would kind of butt heads. It becomes about pride to such an extent that she'd lose interest in them both and find someone else.

But this is way more complicated. She can't walk away from either of them. So if he can just answer her, trust his instincts and speak clearly from that, just this once then she could give him that last twenty. She could feel secure enough in it, as a woman, who cannot walk him through it as she would as his mother.]

[ Koji? ... Oh right, he exists. and he emulates him a lot of the time, if he's honest. Yamati nods his way through the suggestion Junko's fine - he hopes so. They have been talking more, interacting more, hanging out more. And she expected this from him? Did she really? He wonders what she expected and --

Junko's words come to him about how she always loved him, and how she wanted to-- Yamato closes his eyes, and tries to come up with words in order to define his desire. It's true, of course, that he wants to challenge his dad, he wants to butt heads with his Alpha and lay a claim to his bitch. It's the power play which makes his blood throb in his primal way. And maybe if he was Koji, that would be the primary reason. He can't deny that this is a pretty substantial reason. and then there's another part of it, where... ]

Tell you why? I--- ... well. you invited me to do it. [ That's a part of it. Both with her words and with her scent, both of them asked for her to be claimed. But was that all of it? It's... maybe? But it's not really, because there has to be something more than it. He inhales, exhales, and releases more of that primal scent, as if there could be more. And... ] And I was excited about that. I-- I'm not sure I know what love is, the way you and dad have it. [ But... ] B-but. I think-- I think when I was really little, you were my first love.

[ He'd always been so taken with her, so fascinated, such a momma's boy. and- ] And I wanted to see where I could go. With that.

[ He had to be more clear for her. He inhales again and- ]

I wanted you to be my girlfriend, and I wanted to go on dates with you. And I wanted to see you as a woman, and not as my mother.

Edited 2016-01-18 19:31 (UTC)

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