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

[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.]

[ In all honesty, Yamato knew that he wouldn't get through the door without incident here, because the connection of mates was so much stronger. When he was within a few short feet of Nariko's scent even as she was making out with Fred he felt himself getting hard just off the scent of the other Alpha, and it ended up rubbing itself against her ass while he carried her. But still, he did manage to keep her aloft.

Fred, for his part, does look up at them. Yamato suspects that Nariko will do the same, simply because he works hard to look at the door, and he still spares glance at her ]

Yes, just for us for a bit.

[Nariko doesn't look so much as vaguely glance. It's not like she needs the full image seared into her head when she's already feeling a certain way about incredibly specific things. The fact that she doesn't, or maybe that she's not at all surprised is actually worse by leagues.

Charlotte doesn't fail to notice it but the relationship between Nariko and Yamato really isn't her concern. Alfred is, though, and she can't help feeling a strangely terrible amount of guilt at the idea of leaving him behind.]

... Okay.

[Whatever it ends up meaning, Charlotte agrees.]

[ I-- Which I think might be fun to play, but I'll leave that up to you one way or the other here. ]

[ In a way that does make Yamato concerned that Nariko did'r look up in earnest... but he pushes it back. He knows, he is certain that Nariko is his - he's told her as such, she's agreed, and she has a number of standing orders which she had diligently adhered to. They were in love, and as such the both of them could trust one another. They were the perfect couple, and even if he was going to do this in order to rest himself and rest Charlotte...

it's not wrong. He wonders if that's justification or not. But he's feeling it pulsing through hid body, this need to gain control and this need to exert it. Nariko was amazing but she couldn't... provide all of it. On a very base level, there's the fact she is also an Alpha, albeit a different one.

Honestly, that does make something crawl in his heart, but more than that, it's Fred's look which burns in him. Fred looks confused, almost a little bit hurt up at the two, like the two most attractive and beloved people in the room wanted to put distance between them? But it's Yamati's choice and he finds himself trusting it, even if it makes him churn a bit, despite Nariko being on top of him.

A for Yamato, still holding Charlotte against him and them both naked, he reaches out for the door handle, turns it, and they step outside onto the cabin's little porch area. ]

Thank you, Charlotte.

[It's cute of him to think that love is such an easy thing, as if it's strength wasn't defined by how much pressure and suffering you put it through. Or maybe that's just years of being with the wrong man talking, Charlotte can't say one way or another. She's known Nariko for a very long time and seen parts of her Yamato can only keep hoping he never has to face. If she were to be a good friend she'd stop all this for her sake. But, really, when the guilt slams into her and she slips out of the hazy, glowing comfort of sex the source of the guilt comes from her mate. From the intense sense of betrayal that is threatening to make her cry.]

It's nothing.

[It's actually a lot of things but somehow she still doesn't tell Yamato to stop. If she wanted to she would, if she did then he would goddamn well stop touching her. She hasn't forgotten that she's old enough to be his mother, after all.

... People have to live with their decisions, right? She'll talk to Fred later - she'll make it up to him later.]

[ Yamato had said he wasn't sure what love was on that fateful say with Nariko, and that he was pretty sure that Nariko was his first love, and that he wanted to explore that again. Dozens of little date things, a little more than a month, and hundreds of kisses later, Yamato was now certain that it was love.

But his ideas were still ignorant, and in some ways he was still to childish to see that.

Or maybe he was too arrogant, to high on his own needs to see whatever complications this choice has created. And the fact Charlotte has agreed to it just makes something deep inside him feel strong, feel right. And when they get outside on the porch, he closes the door behind them and gently sits her down. ]

Charlotte... I -- I don't think going into the woods itself would suit you, but would you want to go past here?

As long as we're not surrounded by nothing but trees.

[She ... Can't help laughing a bit, it's just a soft giggle. He brought her all the way out here to set her down again! Bless the poor planning of the young, and lucky for them that it could be as endearing and distracting as it was utterly ridiculous.]

I'm actually quite allergic to bees and such, so it's really more for safety reasons.

[There's an Epi-Pen in her car, though! So it should be alright either way. And ... Maybe she shouldn't be blithely pointing this out to him but it would just be irresponsible to not mention it when Fred wasn't around. She'd never had a reaction around her son but she'd warned and reminded him for years. If something went wrong he would be less likely to panic, more likely to react.]

[ Oh- he didn't know that. He looks her over again, taking in her naked form, and smiling a little bit more at that change in her demeanor, how she had seemed serious in that moment before but now she was giggling and saying something so serious as that. It makes him laugh a little himself, but he's not even sure if that's something he's forcing or just... well, just natural.

He reaches out to take her hand in his. ]

A naked walk around the cabin, then. That sounds nice.

[Most people don't. It's a little embarrassing to tell people you could drop dead within ten minutes because of a silly insect! But it does at least somewhat explain why she isn't really the outdoors type. It's a little too trying for her in the end. But for all intents and purposes the atmosphere seems perfectly natural, but the only thing that strikes her about it is that she's unnaturally comfortable with someone so young. It's those little signs that really count in the end.]

It does.

[So she takes his hand firmly, almost a bit primly, too, and grins.]

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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

We could call this over any time if you want though I just was like "oh idea"

but it's such a good idea and it adds the spice known as drama - but it can end now tbh

After this he would be doing more master play with her and maybe giving her some orders--

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