masanari | [Futurelandia] An Eventful Valentines and beyond (happy new year)

Well if you want to be my favorite, I need ... to be able to empty my balls in you.

[ . . . Nailed it, again.

Man, that was easier to say than he thought it would be! He even smiles a bit silly at it ]

Those are two very separate things.

[She can become his favorite without becoming a miraculous sex machine like his mother, right? Well, maybe not considering how high the bar for perception seems to be with the Kida family. She tugged him a little closer, leaned upward for a kiss.]

I'll do my best either way.

[He gets her full dedication instead of empty platitudes.]

[ Are they?

Well, they might be. But at the same time, she's not wrong all things considered. He does have an inflated sense of what's normal, of what's natural. But he laughs as she leans in, turning back to face her and wrapping his arms around her. He kisses her, his lips locking with her own and lingering for a long moment before he pulls back and, ]

Do you like Fred's cum?

No, I love it.

[What sort of question is that, Yamato, and what sort of answer did you truly expect? She'd be sucking Fred off now if the chance presented itself, and she wouldn't even think to share with Nariko. She traced a little design on his arm, grinning.]

I promise to like yours almost as much.

[But Fred was her mate so 'almost' was the best she could do.]

[ He smiles, because... well, she should love it. Fred was his friend, and he wanted his mate to have that preference for him. But at the same time she was actively promising something like that to him? Still.. ]

You didn't even taste mine yet. [ Not in her mouth, anyway! Perhaps that's a light tease, but it's still one he makes, digging his nails in ever so slightly. ]

I think it's a pretty fair assumption, all things said and done.

[She certainly liked his father's cum well enough! But Charlotte smiles anyway, ignores the slight pinch that comes with the presence of his nails.]

But if you want to be absolutely sure ... [There are multiple ways to fix that.]

[ But he's not his father, or at last not entirely. In fact, she had asked him that earlier, and so he perhaps he needed to prove it all the more? Not that he actually thought that. No, he just wanted to prove something of himself to her, he wanted to feel her... Well, getting a feel for if she liked it or not. he wanted to make her love it. As such, he continues to smile at her, kissing her briefly before he backs off from her, thus presenting his big dick. ]

I think you should know for sure, if you want to be a favorite.

[If she didn't like it then Charlotte simply wouldn't be involved at all! Maybe Fred could convince her, but her general displeasure would have been clear at a much earlier point. Rather, Yamato just has something of a bad set of cards, being born to two incredibly dominant Alphas, and he's set his sights on a woman who has been with both of them. The difficulty level is just naturally high.]

That's a very good idea.

[And since he's done her a favor and just gone ahead and put himself right out there it was only right to just get right to it! Of course she has to go much more slowly than Nariko, Yamato's sheer width isn't something that Charlotte's ever experienced before but that won't stop her.]

[ Were things ending over there with Nariko and Fred? It sounds like things had changed, but that distraction fades just as quick as it coms to him, his scent and his mind now focused more focused on Charlotte. Yamato was getting there, but the young man couldn't say he was always particularly confident. He couldn't say that he was someone who could come in and rock the boat, change up everything in one go. So...

Well, he's a little proud when he goes for it, and he greedily wants to supply her with more.

Not that he should, mind you, his hands which go initially to shove her down pause, and he then gently strokes back her bangs so he might stand a chance of seeing her eyes ]

[Shoving would be a horrible idea, seeing as she'd immediately and violently gag. Not everyone had the sheer talent that Nariko possessed, after all! And he was wielding a monster that had to be contended with to one degree or another, or at least that was becoming Charlotte's experience.

For being so much older and technically somewhat more experienced she was almost clumsy, but determined to hit the three quarters mark at the very least. She had to fight her throats instinct to close and overreact.

If Yamato could be patient with her then she could hit her stride! Slowly but surely she would adjust enough to at least begin working her throat over him. Who knew she had a practical reason to be thankful for the nature of Fred's cock.]

[ Oh, he could totally be patient! After all, he could now look down at her wit ha smile, gently stroking her, waiting to see what she would do with curiosity. He licks his lips and he holds back a moan as she pushes herself further down. His cock his throbbing and his scent pulses with it, wanting to pick up the pace... but he can hold it back, really! Even a teenager would be restrained when something as fascinating, vindicating as this was happening.

But it also let him ramble a bit. ]

Ahhh--m not sure what privileges a favorite should. Have. I mean. If it's a position, I mean... I guess I didn't confirm. That.

[.... Charlotte can't understand any of that, but thankfully this isn't a moment where their internal flow is critical to anything. Honestly she just feels kind of bad that it's so difficult for her when it's probably incredibly easy for Nariko, he ends up having to wait on her and it seems like the faster she tries to go the more Charlotte overdoes it.

But even so she really does kind of slowly, almost achingly make her way there, not just halfway or three fourths but down to the base with only the vague hint of gagging! She's very proud of herself for it!!

He's saying stuff and things, she's sure of it, but Charlotte's just so happy that she closes her eyes and there's a muffled sort of moan of accomplishment that is also simultaneously wet. That's her only reply.]

[ No, no it is not. But Yamato groans all the same, even as he slides down - by the time she reaches half way, the wet gagging sounds pick up and his monologue shifts a little, licking his lips with anticipation. He needed to distract himself, because aching really was a fair descriptor all things considered. So... ]

A---aaaah... I think the favorite would have some special-- rights. Not that I would limit- anything. I don't want to do that to anyone, I mean-- oh man. But some special - stuff. Requests, or gifts? But you're not bribed, s-so...

[ Apparently, he can't keep it cool, but he keeps that up as she gets to the base, and when she does, he moans outright, looking down at her to mutter out, ]

Oh, good, fuck that's good.

[It's almost pleasant timing because this way she can appreciate the shift in his voice, how he starts to stutter and shift around the edges of his own syllables. She'd smile if there was anything left of her own mouth to do that with! The compliment does her good, though, because she knows what to expect by working back and then forward. It's clunky once, twice, and then it clicks.

In a measured sort of way she begins to go faster, though it still makes for a sloppy job all around, but she doesn't think he'll blame her for drooling a little, for being more focused on swallowing him than anything else.]

I... I could make it- A contest? That might be. Good. Line everyone up to show their suck off skills...

[ He laughs though, a little guilty. That sounds amazing, but that's so indulgent, so demanding. Could he even bring himself to do that? It almost sounds unfair. But the mental picture he gets in his head - Charlotte, Tiffany, Junko, Robin, and others all lined up in a row, ready to service him...

He's still a teenage boy, it makes him shiver and his cock - which is he trying to keep steady for her - pulse a little with some excitement ]

[.... You know, she was somewhat forced to just let him ramble as he pleased but now she wouldn't plan on doing otherwise to begin with. What he comes up with is rather interesting, if nothing else and what's really worthy of note is the fact that her own mental image ends up being quite similar to his, though hers is filled with different people.

It's not a bad idea, and she'll have to remember to tell him that.

But she tries to capitalize on his excitement and move quicker, with a little more purpose, even if she does end up hitting the back of her throat in a manner that'll be painful for at least a full day.]

[ Well, as long as he's fantasizing... he might as well go the distance, right? He inhales, exhales, and... ]

C-charlotte... I want to see you in a suit. Like one of those tight- fetishy ones. You see in movies and stuff. If you're my favorite, you can me my secretary or something...

[ Apparently, his fantasies are weird ]

N-no that I have a business, haha...

[ ... She's never even worn a suit in her life, that's not ladylike at all! But she might be willing to pull it off for Yamato, as long as no one else really sees her in it, maybe? Not that it's a reasonable condition, he seems like the type that might want to show off by proxy.

Hah, she should be his manager. Managers wear suits, right? It's almost a shame she can't talk back.

But at least she isn't so awkward with his dick anymore! In fact she seems to have become intimate enough with it that the faint gagging is incredibly rare now!]

[ The manager thing would reassure him, because it would reinforce the idea that he could need one, that his tennis might actually be able to bring him to the national stage and push him into a space worthy of going pro. He wants to do that, he's been dedicating himself to doing that at the expense of his grades (not that being newly mated with Nariko helped there either) and if he couldn't do it within these next two years or so, there's no real chance of it.

At least not without threatening other possible careers and he's sure no one in his pack would approve of that.

He's stressed, a bit. But he smiles, licking his lips, ]

I'm glad... I think I like -- your lips aren't as puffy, but it's different.

[ He sighs ]

[Yamato shouldn't be thinking of serious topics like that!! Doesn't it mean she isn't doing nearly as good a job as she thinks she is?

... And what in the world is she supposed to make of that statements? Of course her lips aren't as full as Nariko's, Charlotte wasn't a near complete cutout of a romanticized porn fantasy. In a strange way it's a relief to know he can be weird sometimes, that overly charming personality could get a little boring.

Charlotte's form of revenge is still daring to run her teeth over Yamato's cock, a very delicate scrape but, well! Don't say things that could be mistaken as mean to a woman with her mouth around your dick, Yamato. It's just bad manners.]

[ Hey--

But yeah, no, he takes the hint, sort of blinking, inhaling sharply, and then murmuring out an apology. It's not loud or anything much, just sort of a "Sorry" as he tries to enter some sort of being sucked off nirvana, to quell is thoughts of everything around him.

And suck in deep from the feeling of honey ]

Sorry. Uh, m-my bad, I mean?

[If nothing else she's an easily pleased woman and this sort of issue is no grand exception! When he apologizes, she goes back to normal blowjob activities, or at least the ones that don't involve her teeth. Her scent strengthens a little, too, makes the air a little thicker and difficult to function in.

He isn't going to cum too quickly but she's really beginning to enjoy this for its own sake. It'll take a while before she's as talented as his mate but at least Charlotte can happily suck away at him, lips firmly sealed at the base of his dick!

And she's not even gagging.]

[ The air being thicker with her scent is an interesting experience, because it's different than his other partners. Junko's scent was cloying in a sense, but it was one which seemed to suck inward, the scent of coffee lingering on the air. Audrey's was one which invited the other in, but didn't demand them, a sweet smelling blush of smell. Nariko's also demanding someone to come in, but seemed to convince you it was an invitation. But it was also a siren call he couldn't resist. Even the likes of Tiffany or the others didn't smell quite the same?

But then everyone was unique, right?

Right now though, the air feels thick, like her scent is surrounding him and he needs to swim through it. And the way she's mounted down there- ]

Swi--swirl with your tongue. More. If you can.

[ And he laughs a little. ]

It's fun you're stuck down there. Maybe you should- stick there.

[ He's not even sure what he's saying now. Maybe it's that Nariko would wildly pump herself on it, so this sort of enveloping experiencing is different, because Charlotte needs to put more effort into it. ]

[Everyone was unique and there was something to be said for the varying smells matching the personalities that broadcasted them, the slight changes and the specifics of them! Charlotte was a very sweet person but, for better or worse, she had a need to keep people in her grasp, in her life. She needed that so much that being given direction wasn't an insult by any stretch of the imagination - she was actually quite grateful for it.

And she could swirl! Well, not very gracefully as first but she was much quicker on the uptake this time, only pulling away just slightly to keep from gagging.]

[ Inhale, exhale. He tried not to picture it now, another vision of the future. Not the super far flung one where she and Fred live in his neighborhood (one he does not yet know he needs to picture by the sea, but he'll get there) but instead to a more local one. To a slightly taller and stronger him, to him being able to compete in professional tournaments as he gets out of high school, to see how far he can go.

And she can manage the books, she can help him get to where he needs to be and manage the booking, maybe even help him with the whole going through school thing too. Her in a suit. And then nailing her on the train.

It's a fun vision, and he groans a little for it, failing to not imagining ]

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