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

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.

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[She's able to keep her expression blank at first, through the idea that she invited him (she did), and the admittance that he'd never been in love. But it's my first love that cracks that facade violently. Her eyes widen a little, her lips part as if she might say something, but nothing comes out just yet. In a lot of ways what he's saying isn't exactly revolutionary, but to her it means a lot. It kind of means the world.]

Yamato ... [She twists the ring on her finger, and tries to relax the violent beating of her heart. She grips at his arms as if she doesn't think he's real, and when she takes a deep breathe it's almost shaky.]

Again. Let's do it again.

[There's a lot she wants to say and she should have a better, more complete answer, something cool and charming and sweet, befitting of the image she's had for so long. But there's absolutely nothing that could begin to explain how much she loves him, and that she's probably loved him since the moment she first saw him. That's all complicated and far more cerebral than she's capable of being in the moment.

She braces on his chest a little to work her hips a little better, though she's more than a little desperate, too. This time the sensation isn't a surprise, but that last time she felt this open and emotional was when she properly mated with Masaomi. It's almost overwhelming to experience again, but it's there all the same, and for good reason.]

[ Did that get him the last push to make her his?

... And were those reasons, that he wanted to love her as a woman and date her - were those reasons enough to properly cause a problem with her and her mate (his father)? Even if (as far as he knows) there are some serious problems between her and her mate (is he even still her mate if he succeeded here) and those problems have only been made more certain in his head because of what he interprets as being fatalistic in Junko's assessment which he trusts probably to a fault...

But it's not the time to think on that. Right now, he just-

Well, he's the one on his back now - so he shifts his hips - and then thrusts up into her to try to make her bounce there. He might've appreciated more words out of her (and again, he looks over the marks that show she is Masaomi's, the tattoo and if it's there the earring) but now he focuses on the ring - that ring that shows she is his ]

Alright.

[That was more than enough, and while she probably shorted him as far as a response it's the lack of one that speaks so loudly. She's not usually one to keep quiet, even when her thoughts are a tangle it's easy to know what to say, or to just let it all fall out. But now it feels like she's holding onto something incredibly delicate and she's more than a little scared of breaking it, which is why she's quick to move with him.]

Yamato - [She needs to be quiet, she's just going to stumble and stutter like she used to as a kid.] There's - There's no reason we can't -- I want to ... [See, this is definitely where he gets the nerves from, though it's difficult to tell now.] I never thought you'd look at me.

[Not seriously. Not beyond a little curiosity which was probably inevitable, if awkward for a lot of teenagers.] Yamato, you're the only one who could ever have a chance. The only other man I could - that I can love. I don't know how to do anything else with you. [... But it makes things difficult for him, she knows that, but when she smiles it's maybe not as apologetic as it should be.] I want to be your first love again.

[Because she's always loved him, will always love him. And it has to - somehow it has to sit well with the love she has for Masaomi. She can't not have him, now. So. How's that for words?]

[ She wants to be --

Ah... ah, she was nervous. She was nervous, and he comes to this sort of delayed realization about what is even going on in her heart and in her mind. The young man looks up at her with some surprised and happy expression, something awed and loving all at once. And as he rolls his hips against her, as he plans his hands on her sides...

There's more to figure out, probably. Right now, he- ]

Then... then I'll love you, Nariko. As a woman. [ Inhale ] And... and I'll try out having a romance.

[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).]

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