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

[.... 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 ]

[Was there a reason he shouldn't imagine it? It wasn't as if Charlotte could know his thoughts and if it helped him orgasm then she wouldn't object!! Besides, for as content as she'd been as a housewife it might be nice to have a real job, one that allowed her the benefit of constant fucking - especially if it was with her almost/possible Alpha.

Yamato's size was still a big of a problem but by now Charlotte seemed to have a full handle on it. She worked her tongue in surprisingly graceful patterns over the head, down his length and back up again, moving rather quickly for a woman who had barely known what to do in the very beginning.

So imagine away, Yamato. Maybe by now she's able to help reinforce the images a little.]

[ She was moving now.

It's a different move than the one Nariko would make, or the one Junko would make... hell, even the one Audrey would make. Nariko has no gag reflex, and so she would simply impale her head on it, slurping and licking in the midst of it with some expert precision. Junko has no shame (well, in a moment where she's actually doing it) and so would make a valiant attempt at emulating more or less the same thing despite actually being able to be gagged a little. And Audrey would suckle on the head for a long while, working her way down after that while performing other little actions with her hands on the shaft or on his balls, maybe even shifting to her tits without being asked. She was (somewhat ironically) the least inside of his command, and so willing to make those sorts of wild leaps to suit her pleasure in getting her partner off.

But now, he's picturing it some, and he's begun to pant in earnest. Charlotte was natural, or at least a fast learner. Or she always knew but was only getting to it now? He's not sure which. ]

I'm... I'm sure of it now, Charlotte. I want to make you -- mine.

[Junko, for her part, would be incredibly impressed that Yamato was so dedicated to the various styles in which nearly all the women in his life sucked him off. Good job there, bro.

To call Charlotte a fast learner was probably the most accurate term, it was a talent born of how heavily she tended to focus on just one man in her life but that didn't make it any less useful. This time she was far more clumsy and uncertain than she'd meant to be but the next time (and there would be a next time, it seemed) she'd be even better. Maybe she would exceed his expectations so much that he wouldn't need to imagine anything at all!

Her eyes flitted up to his briefly, unsure of what to make of that statement overall, but ...

Well, he couldn't be more important than Alfred and as long as that was understood, it wouldn't be a problem. To communicate her approval Charlotte pushed the tip of his cock to the very back of her throat.]

[ Hey Junko, he wanted to understand people! The way one understands people is in accepting the information and processing it! ... Not that he knew how to quantify (yet) anyone else who may or may not have sucked him off be it Emily, Robin, Tiffany, or Veronica ~~not to say any or all of them necessarily did~~

But all the same, that flitting of her eyes was hot. He laughs, and he has the laugh trail off into a whisper of her name off his lips ]

Charlotte...

[ He inhales deep, and coms to a choice. ]

You will call me master. I've decided I like it, even if it's tacky. Aaaah. Unless you prefer "sir," but I don't employ you o-o-oooor anything!

[ He's slipping, he's going to cum soon ]

[Oh, so he's gone and decided it then, hm? Well, that was the confidence she liked to see in Yamato, the hint of the man he might become in the immediate future rather than the far off one. If nothing else the way he said her name and her apparent new nickname for her spurned Charlotte further. It took more work than she would have liked but she adjusted and did her best to suck, sloppily and without shame, while shallowly thrusting her throat up and down, trying to put more attention to the head of his dick while her tongue carried out the rest of the work.

... That little stutter at the end was weirdly endearing and she couldn't help looking back up at him again.

Go ahead and cum, Master.]

[ And cum he would. No matter how much endurance he had no matter anything else, he was inevitably going to after that effort and perhaps even more so - or at least more concretely - after that look. The young man groans and resists grabbing her hair or the sides of her skull by way of clawing lightly into her shoulder and looking at her dead on with an intense, possessive, and affectionate face. He...

He foresaw a lot of of uses for Charlotte. It feels like these days he'd begun to view everyone this way, but the budding Alpha was getting an even more crystalized vision of what he wanted and he knew that his older woman was going to play a part in it.

And it's with those thoughts in mind and a moan on his lips that he cums, shooting a thick and sticky load inside of her mouth as the rest of the cabin including his mate and his best friend seem to melt away from his mind. ]

[The look in his eye is enough to make her shudder from her core outward, he'd have only intensified the result by grabbing at her. That was .... Yes, that was definitely the version of him she wanted to follow, and could put more of her trust into. He would become that individual in due time but the glimpse of it right now was enough to force her to ache in a strange way.

But his cum in her mouth is a really great distraction, so she ends up focusing on that, blessedly prepared for the volume of it - she learned the hard way with Masaomi. The Kidas were all a bunch of squirters, in essence, so she relaxed as he coated her throat with it, and would leave her with his taste for days.

Charlotte milked him until the very end, though, refusing to pull off until he seemed completely finished. Then she could pull away with a clear conscience.]

[ Yamato's volume was not quite to the same absurd extent as his father's but it was altogether thicker, as if that time he had repressed himself, as alien as it was now, had caused him to develop his semen into some stickier substance than anyone should think to come out of a cock. Okay it wasn't that bad, but it was somewhat stand out. And his eyes rolled back into his head as the first spurt turned into a second and his cock throbbed with each one, letting out more and more release into her mouth, filling it more than once over before he was done.

And when he was done, and she rook her mouth off it - while he was sure that she was no doubt tired in her jaw, he put his hand under her chin, tilted her up, and then despite where she just was, made to kiss her. She wanted to be the favorite, right? So right now...

He had come into this expecting to bounce around with Fred, to share and exchange. But right now despite his mate being in the room he was, momentarily, struck with the potential of Charlotte, and he wanted her all to himself. The Cabin was basically one room though, so to be private, they might need to go elsewhere. It was a choice he'd make in the time their lips locked ]

[There was an incredible feel of satisfaction involved in all of this, a heady sort of joviality that she hadn't quite felt since before Fred's father died. And, in a sense, it was only right. Charlotte's Alpha had always been her mate and before that it was her father, so while she worked underneath an entirely different one now there was no close relationship, no sense of real loyalty. They lived away from the main house of their pack, she rarely had to talk to Sawyer about much of anything.

But that same satisfaction was present here, a nostalgic glow that made it easy to fall into a kiss, all kinds of eager and giving. Despite how weak she feels Charlotte followed his lead and reached one hand up to rest behind his neck.

It might be some years still, but he's probably won another member. Good job there, Yamato.]

[ -counter intuitive to what I had just PMed you earlier I was like nah let's milk it at least a little more. ]

[ In the kiss, his head tilted and lingering on her lips, Yamato once more reflects on the looks of the situation - was it too much for her to be so much older than him, over twice his age in the same way his mate was? Was that too soon? the doubts did crawl into his mind, but he dismissed them just a quickly. Just as him and Nariko made for an incredibly handsome couple, so too did him and Charlotte. She was every bit the princess and would make for a good subject, a good manager, and maybe some other titles that would materialize over time. But right now...

Right now, he wanted indulgence on a different level, and that primal feeling inside of him knew that he had her. So he wanted to have her in a way that felt perfect and right to him. Years? Years were irrelevant. Right now, he wanted to see what control he could hold over her, in a fit of an Alpha's coming of age. And so the kiss lasts for many long moments, his arms around her and then eventually under her before--

Hold tight, because he makes to lift her so as to process carry her, them both quite naked. ]

Let's go outside, Charlotte. Somewhere private.

[ From both of their mates. And he makes to carry her to the door, past Fred and Nariko. It's a good test, to see if he can ignore his mate and focus on her and her the same. He doubts it, but ]

[Of course it's easy to melt into a kiss, that's one thing, it's being caught up in a feeling. When he puts his arm around she returned the gesture almost immediately, rather convinced he was just going to hold her. When she was curled up into the air it was a shock, so she squeaked, unsure, even when he spoke to her.]

Private?

[Why did - Whether it was wrong or right the first thing she did was look at Alfred. Was he too wrapped up in Nariko to even notice that Yamato was holding her, trying to take her away? There was a sneaking, small little part of her that thought he wouldn't be, that even in the midst of whatever they were doing he would still look her way. He was her mate, after all, that outdid quite a bit.]

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Honestly that or even this could have been a decent emotional end point but then in a move totally-

lmfao this is why sticking to one is a good idea neither of us has any chill