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

[ Nathan moved into tow and that was awkward, Yamato and Nariko probably have some sort of a relationship and that's awkward, Yamato's been trying to make new friends so that's interesting, and Masaomi and Nariko are hopefully solid as anything after that trip, Nathan and Yamato complications aside. There's a new pack member that Masaomi met at a party and Nariko met in class. It's been over a month since the new year began and the old one concluded.

A lot's changed and yet not a lot had at all.

And frankly, things were probably just going to change that much more in the coming days and weeks. ~~this might be edited to something more poetic later once we conclude more stuff about that other log~~ ]

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[Considering that Charlotte isn't an incredible masochist like Nariko or Junko, even that bit of sensory pressure is a little uncomfortable, but not so much that it actually bothers her. The contrast is worthy of some appreciation but on the whole her groan is just a little pained.]

Th-at's? Expected, s-so!

[Goddamn she wants to cum, but Charlotte grits her teeth and tries to focus on digging her once perfect nails into the dirt underneath her. There's no way she'll become the favorite if she can't adhere to a simple punishment!]

It--- [ Fuck, this feels good, the whole... she's so pale - pale, light hair and light eyes. She's immaculate, and now as he punish-fucks her, made a little mark with his nails it just made her seem like he was tarnishing her. It was an absurd idea, but there's something primal in him which appreciates it, even if he then wants to reconstruct her (in his image). ] --is! N--aaaaturally.

[ Hehehe... ] Endure. Your punishment.

[She just isn't built for this kind of thing, but no one could claim that she wasn't doing her absolute best, even though it's left her trembling so fiercely that it almost resembles vibrating. The front of her body seems to heave forward as the strength drains from her forearms, she's not very heavy at all but suddenly she's too much to handle.]

Nn-mm! [It's an incredibly weird response, but it's an acknowledgement, accompanied by a furious nod that makes her hair bounce.

She's going to hold out even if it ends up causing real, true pain.]

[ He remembers the times that h's used orgasm denial on Nariko, the way she turns into frantic pleading, the way that she collapses in on herself and becomes a ball of pained, manic, needy energy. He suspects he's seeing the same thing now in Charlotte, but Charlotte... she can't even speak. He suspects in the end she wouldn't get the same rush of gratification that Nariko does either. Should he be fair and let up, or is the more fair thing to make her endure it until the end...?

He compromises to himself ]

Remember I'm your master, next time. [ Exhale and ] Five, four... three, two...

[ And at one he'll tell her to cum, himself building up to a release too ]

[If nothing else there's no real difference in pleasure, there's just the simple fact that maybe Nariko is far better at expressing herself, or her years of conditioning mean that she's never allowed to fold in on herself. Charlotte, however, feels the impending need to let her body do what it feels is most natural, but every part of her heart and mind want to follow Yamato's orders. It's essentially a battle between those two forces, so it's a different kind of pleasure.

But when he says that-]

Yes! M-as-ter! I wo-won't forget!

[She's doing her best in that moment, but it's almost like that countdown lowers her control even moreso and she dissolves into helpeless whimpers, and strange, high-pitched responses until he gets to 'one'. And when he does it's -- Well, if not for the fact that her body continued to move and didn't go entirely slack, Charlotte might have thought she blacked out a little, she cums so hard that it feels as if she's losing her mind and finding nirvana at once. It's gonna take a moment to work out of her fully, and in the meantime she squirts violently, on par with Nariko at her absolute best.]

[ That was so hot. That was so... so vindicating. So hard.

And of course, as she squirts around him, as his front is coated in her, he makes sure to repay the favor - he coats her insides, coats her womb (probably not literally, but) with his seed. He pictures it now, his cum filling her up and making her his entirely. Something that ... well, it's something she's going to -]

Never. [ A ragged breath ] Forget.

[ And then he snorts, inhaling a great gasp of breath and he commands her something insane, but something he can't help but be amused by - ] You'll never-- say "Yamato" -- again.

[ She'll always be calling him "Master." He just decided this in the spur of the moment ]

[That's ... It's crazy. It doesn't make any sense for how many times they are likely to see each other in a day! A part of her mind rejects this idea, too tired to filter it's reactions through the situation itself. But in the end it's just ... Why not? She's supposed to listen. Charlotte wants to obey, so she will.]

Yes.

[Her voice is a little raw, so she isn't refraining from saying his name to avoid it, she's just a little bit worn out. So much that she gives up on anything but awkwardly laying out on the grass, essentially face down with her ass up. This was insane, and that fact would occur to her later on, but it wouldn't be enough to take any of it back.]

[ It was crazy. But on the other end... how interesting and embarrassing (honestly for both of them) would it be if she called him master even when they were being professional, or just casual at say school or something? A part of him, a selfish part of him, wants to see it, that world he could create.

And it's perhaps that part of him that sees him stroking her ass lightly and muttering out for her ]

There, there. That's good.

[Right now she needs the comfort, even if it had been patronizing, she would have accepted it. Charlotte has to apparently train her body to relax again, try to find some ground with herself. She's never had such intense sex with anyone but Fred, and there's something oddly disconcerting about that realization. It's not as if she's in love with Yamato but it's - it does feel a little too close to that, perhaps.]

A-Ahh ...

[Deep breathes, and her scent is slowly inching down, freeing up the air around them, making it easier to breathe.]

[ Patting her ass was weird, and so while he did it a little bit, the by then slides down her back to run his hands down there towards the ground, on her shoulder blades and giving her light squeezes. It's meant to be soothing and he hopes he managed it. He's smiling at least, self-satisfied to have filled her with his seed, secured someone, and issued a command. No, right now, he needed to get her back in after the punishment. ]

That's good, Charlotte. You did that well.

[She laughs a little bit.]

B-Barely, right? [He is, after all, used to incredibly sexual types like his mother and his sister, Charlotte's well aware that she's not of the same calibre. But he seems happy and she really did put her all into it, in the end, and she's still got that radiating warmth of self satisfaction.]

I'm glad, though. [That she could make him happy.]

[ Okay he just thought of a cool line here. Let's try to do this- ]

I... I don't have anyone to compare you to but you, Charlotte. Every one of my people is-- errr... will be? Special to me. You're included.

[ ... That might contradict being the "favorite" but details it sounded cool in his head at least, and it did seem in line with his inner thoughts ]

[And her smile only widens.]

So you love everyone, then.

[... How very like a child of Nariko's. But in the meantime she tries to lay out a bit, relax on her own arms. Sorry Yamato, she needs a little bit of a break!]

[ With sincerity: ] I do.

[ And he tries to push her ass down so she can lay on the grass evenly now. He shifts to be on his tush next to her, sitting cross-legged. If she needs to relax and recover, he'll accept that for now ]

Mm.

[Since he's kind enough to let her down she enjoys it to the fullest, turning her head in a little as if she might honestly take a nap out in the middle of the woods.] If it came from anyone else, I wouldn't believe it.

[Masaomi would probably just be challenging himself, Nariko would just be attempting to recreate a feeling. But somehow with Yamato it's just right, and he's young enough that she can believe he means well, that it's not born out of selfishness or loneliness.]

Well that's because you're meant to be with me.

[ He managed to say that evenly to her, looking deep into her eyes... before his lips quirked, and he both laughed and blushed furiously, getting embarrassed at himself as he looked down at her. Still, he wouldn't look away, because... because well, that'd be shameful. He did mean it, of course, at least the idea that he loves everyone. But... ]

A-at least that's... the sort of thing I should say. Or something.

[ Junko had been coaching him. Nariko had been building his confidence. He wasn't sure where he stood, evenly. ]

But I know I'm picturing you there in that vision I have.

[That's ... It's not okay. Even if he only means that she's meant to be under him, that he's meant to be her Alpha, the wording is a little too romantic, it's too close. She honestly believes that he means it as platonically as one could when speaking about these relationships, which is why she smiles, but doesn't say much to that.

The only one she's meant to be with is Alfred, and that won't change because of an Alpha.]

I don't think I've ever met someone so determined to plan it ahead that thoroughly. [If she were still as frustrated and easily wound up as she was last year, she might take offense to being likened to a piece of a puzzle.]

Bad habit... I've always gotten caught up in my head.

[ Still... ]

But I think it'll be for the best, as long as you and everyone else trusts me.

[ He's somehow confident in that, even if he isn't, necessarily, in himself. He's confident that with all their support - even if very few are collected so far to make a big "we" - he can make that come true and it'll be great for all of them. ]

Mm.

[She has to physically refrain from saying 'exactly like your mother', because that would be awful to say to someone who is trying to stand on their own feet. Charlotte understands the weight of moving out of a parents shadow more than anyone else.]

Just try to avoid overwhelming yourself. You might worry me.

Well, I can do some ... uh. you know, delegation.

[ That was the word. That was the word and it took him too long to think of it so he made a bit of an ass of himself, but it's okay. His cheeks flush a little at it, embarrassment highlighted even through this afterglow. But it's true! He's pretty sure he'll be able to count on various people he's collecting now in various ways. ]

[Charlotte finally moves onto her back, closing her eyes.]

I'm glad you types have the mind for such things, some of us would go crazy if they had to think that hard about it, you know.

[But that's exactly why Charlotte isn't an Alpha, she'd never been destined for it, never wanted for the power that came with the title. Her own inability to think of people outside of those she considered immediate family was a good test for other Alphas, though. It was a job that demanded you look after others, that you be selfless. Yamato pretty much already fit the bill.]

I'm sure you're right, though.

[ Here they are then, laying down on the grass, and he rolls over bit so as to be on his back, but with those bodies touching, a more blatantly... romantic wasn't the right word, right? But it was a more intimate pose. He smiles at her praise there, chuckling to himself in a knowing or at least self-satisfied way. It's... something he's been trying to internalize. He considers talking about Junko, or her suggestions, her evangelizing. Or her considers suggesting that she, as his manager, would be one of those people if she takes this seriously.

and he does expect or at least hope she will. And he... ]

I think I might go crazy if I don't think about it. [ ... ] My mind's just full of that need and of Nariko.

[ And to some extent that's related. But still... ]

[When he joins her a bit more properly she sidles over a bit to rest her head on his chest without an ounce of reservation. It is a little more intimate and romantic than they should be, but they've passed nearly every barrier that Charlotte has set up. One more won't exactly break her back. She laughs a bit when he mentions what his current brain chemistry us made up of.]

Aren't you worried about it?

[He needs a woman that's apparently needed by a good few people. Logically speaking, Charlotte knows it's chemistry, but it's also the simple fact that both Masaomi and Nariko are magnetic, confident people. It's easy to fall in love with them and want parts of them. So was Yamato really happy with how things were?]

[ Worried... Is he worried? Some part of him, some deep part of him which knows that things might not go as splendidly as he envisions has him worried, but he's not sure if he can or should admit those to anyone else right now. He considers a dodge, asking her what she means by that. But he doesn't allow himself that out, stroking her head as tey lay there, he himself looking up at the sky. Was he worried... ]

Nariko's an amazing woman. I-- [ Inhale ] I'm having a lot of fun with it so far.

[ That's probably the best way to put it ]

What a decidedly political answer.

[It's not as if she really faults him for refusing to answer it in a direct way, though it'll be a little troublesome if he expects everyone to trust him and feel confident in his presence if he doesn't give anything back in the way of honesty. Or maybe that'll just be a problem with Charlotte.]

Well, you're well suited to one another, you'll be alright.

[Yamato himself as well as the two of them as a unit.]

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

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