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

[ KILL HIM.

KILL... HIM... ]

What, at the same time we get those new tattoos or something?

[ That was a non-answer on both counts, with him sulking a little. Not really genuinely sulking though as much as playfully leaning into her and frowning a bit! He also runs his hands down her back to touch her ass. She said it hurt, but will she jump? ]

[She really wants to do her hair and put on the outfit just to see if he ends up being more horrified or some mix of that and aroused. It'd probably be hilarious.]

Maybe, I haven't worked out the timing just yet.

[There is a little hiss that comes with being touched but since he's only doing that Nariko is able to remain in place. She's a little too durable to jump from something like that. It does a good job of reminding her what she wants, though, and Nariko takes the extra step back towards their bed.]

For now I'm still a normal color. [No Attack of the Blondes just yet.]

Sun and Moon on our clean shoulders, right? I still like that idea. [ Or they could do it somewhere else...? It's not something they 100% completely agreed on before now. That said, the Alpha is pretty easily led to the bed, his hands going back up the small of her back and his lips kissing her several more times, perhaps with a bit more energy than he intended. Maybe he really was transfixed at the idea of her going blonde.

... How would everyone else react.

Huh.

Well he would - no. Okay, normal ]

It's romantic.

[Even if he is, he's not going to admit it, is he? Which is a shame because it'll all go back to the original color one way or the other, so he might as well indulge if he likes. She kind of doubts that Yamato would really mind, aside from possibly finding it interesting.

She bites his lower lip with a little force.]

Still a sun and moon.

[The shoulder, though ... That's a good spot but she wouldn't be able to see it easily unless it was on the front, which would be a problem because that would basically ruin sleeveless dresses for her. Shoulder tattoos work out so much better for men.]

[ Then speak up with a shoulder objection! He's thinking what's good on him and what's unmarked on her, and frankly there's probably some better picks he's failing to consider like say the bottom of the wrist, the thigh, the back f the hand...

Something like those, really!

That said, as they get to the bed proper he spins them so that she might end up on top of him, as he falls onto the mercifully more dry but slightly sticky bed, grinning up at her ]

So cliché.

[Their bed is a mess and there's no helping that until they actually go through the effort of cleaning it, and that won't be happening anytime soon. Nariko was far more concerned with straddling him properly, and getting rid of her towel, there was no use for it now.]

What? No, I think it's lovingly original! Especially since we aren't going to use matching quotes or something.

[That would be awful and cliche.]

Sun and moon metaphors are as old as anyone can imagine, I'm pretty sure!

[ Not that it isn't totally them and he doesn't love the idea of it! He's just saying?! Something like that, at least? The Alpha pants his hands on either of the woman's thighs as she straddles him, his lips in a wide, wide smirk ]

So the word you were looking for was 'classic', and possibly 'everlasting', much like our love.

[Wow, that was bad and he should feel bad for continuing to rub off on her. She put her hand over her heart in a dramatic sort of pause and everything!]

And our sex life.

[Which was attached to the whole 'love' thing but not completely. Their ridiculously kinky and involved sex had to be eternal, too.]

[ That was... that just made him giggle, giggle and maybe even moan a little, rocking his hips and squeezing her again. He- ]

Damn, but that's a pretty good one!

[ Seriously! ]

Seconded, on both counts - and I think I'll go with everlasting. But on the second... what's our next play, babe?

I mean, if we could fuck, that'd be pretty great.

[She had a very short run there, but it's partly Masaomi's fault for getting her excited and then just laying there! They were still in the middle of a reunion, it was practically a sin to be so composed, which might explain why she didn't feel like giving him much chance to distract her. Nariko lifted her hips to touch him properly.

Waiting just seems stupid, alright. They've gone, what, at least thirty minutes without fucking! That's a long time!]

[ There's no way it's been thirty whole minutes since they fucked in the tub, okay? Okay. But maybe he was looking forward to seeing how she might try to take charge, which is why he had deliberately coaxed her to get on top of him. That said he also knew that this wasn't his style, and her response makes just as much sense.

He laughs once more, and tries to position his hips to make it easier for her, to allow her to mount herself. And he slides his hands up her body, to take hold of both of her tits.

Yeah, they had definitely changed ]

Yeah, it's been too long.

[It's totally been a half hour, didn't they talk about a lot in there!! Well, either way it certainly felt torturous, and that's all that really matters! It's probably a shame that she's so direct, it doesn't play to his creativity at all, she'll make sure to feel bad about it later on.]

It's always too long.

[Twenty minutes was too long, and so was ten, five, and thirty seconds.]

I'm almost insulted that you can bear it so well.

[Almost - and it's more ironic than anything else. You'd think that a woman with two mates might be easily satisfied, but if anything it's apparently made her much needier, so much that she doesn't hesitate to slide her hips down, yielding to a low moan.]

Like I said, I got distracted by you!

[ Distracted by her to the point that they weren't having sex...? Did that even begin to make sense? Probably not. The Alpha shakes his head though, dismissing both that thought and the absurd image it conjures in favor of having his scent pump out all the more, spreading around the room and coiling along with her own. He locks eyes with her, giving her tits a squeeze and then her nipples a firm tug. He rolls his hips against her, encouraging her to bounce.

And then... ]

Besides, aren't you the dirty slut?!

[ It's high time that they do some good old ritual degrading and/or dirty talk ]

[That ... Makes zero sense, but he's allowed to get away with it this time, mostly because she's busy grinding, reveling in how much of a pure relief it is to be with him again. She leans into his hands and doesn't need any greater encouragement, she's practically chomping at the bit to fuck herself on him.]

The same dirty, cock-obsessed slut that wandered in front of your room for the last week, waiting for you to get better.

[Considering that she'd literally been waiting in the living room like an overexcited puppy, it's not a crazy thought.]

[ The moment that she gives the call-response to him is the moment that his heart swells. Not that he hadn't been feeling horny (he just got better, of course he'd been horny this whole time) and he didn't feel romantic (because he felt really good about their romanticism right now) but this was...

Nostalgic. Nostalgic in its simplicity ]

Oh, oh, that's dangerous, even if your were running all sorts of water down your legs! After all, I could have let out my own scent and made you rabid!

[Sometimes you just need to get back to the basics, there's nothing wrong with it.]

Come on, [Her voice is already clipping at its edges because a lot of her effort is going into the aforementioned bouncing, Masaomi isn't putting any kind of limitation on her and Nariko just has to take advantage of that.] I'd have broken the door, Junko wouldn't have been anything compared to me.

[This wasn't a slight on her own daughter, it was a simple fact, and it was also the simple reality that Audrey wouldn't have been able to hold back a grown woman.]

Now I get to follow you on my hands and knees!

[Basically: On demand blowjobs.]

[ And with each of her bounces, he becomes a little bit better with syncing up his hips against her. He squeezes her breasts a few more times, but at the same time, he sort of wants to see them go up and down, to bounce along with every other part of her body. So, his fingers pinching her nipples on the way off, he lets go of them, his hands holding up wide as he gets off her ]

Oh, for sure! [ He laughs, moaning a bit as he does ] That's something I'm definitely going to take advantage of. After all, you did well for both of us just in clawing at the door rather than breaking it! [ He hums... ] I can see you drooling already.

If I hadn't known what it would do ... [In other words, it was knowing that giving in would ultimately cause actual, possibly irreparable harm that kept her under control. It's not a topic she'll get into easily but being separated from him so thoroughly really had been gruesome, to say the least. And that wasn't to undermine the time she inevitably spent with Yamato, but only working at half capacity wasn't right.

And what's especially awful about his little comment is that she does lift the back of her hand to her mouth just - to check! The look in her eyes says that she's incredibly tempted to call him a jerk.] That's what happens when you don't stuff me with enough cum!

[Not a bad save, and she can't even pretend to sound bratty right now when her piercings are making perfect little circles as she bounces faster and harder and every other breathe is a whimper, she's already wet enough to make their fucking loud and obvious.]

[ What it would do... huh? Okay, that's turned into a somewhat darker topic, one that could he shelved or just left to die on the vine there, depending on how they felt about it. They already had discussed it to some extent earlier with her announcement that she was pregnant (pregnant...) and her growing relationship with her other mate. And while there might be more to unpack, most of it was probably best just left in the past.

After all, morbid curiosity wasn't worth dredging that up.

So instead... well, it's time for insane rambles ]

Maahahaha!! Of course, of course! After all, you're that sort of cock-addled bitch who's lot if there isn't a good gallon of the stuff pushed down your gullet or coating your cunt every day! Your ever morning must have been so deprived - but don't worry, I've got more than enough now not only to fill you to the point you're useless but maybe even fill up a waterbottle for you to bring when you work out!

[ Well, he did say insane ]

Don't be cruel! Don't I only exist for your use? Why throw me out just because I'm 'useless'? That's never been a reason to stop!

[From zero to sixty, that is very much along the lines of how they used to be, before the romanticism and the fractures that appeared in November and December. 'Nostalgic' is indeed a very good word for this, the rapid, almost violent bouncing included. She braces her hands on his chest which only emphasizes her tits - but that's half the point.] You can keep going until I'm leaking and I'll still follow you around like a good bitch should!

[Which is something of a callback to how they used to be, that even after having Yamato she'd only let go of Masaomi when he had to go to work. It was no real surprise that Junko had followed so quickly and then she'd just been horny all the time again ... But that was such a lovely, simpler time, she still doesn't remember anything but lusting after his cock with such ferocity that it might have broken a world record somewhere.]

[ This was really their mood, the mood that they had briefly recaptured some version of while they were in Provo, even if a lot of that was tinged with a little more romanticism. And this mood just makes him snarl with pleasure, thinking back on that simple time. In a way, some of the memories should feel wholly irresponsible, like when frustrated with the baby monitor getting them up they had resolved to fuck each other back into a stupor next to Yamato's crib. How more than once they had fucked senseless in the kitchen to have Ada or Sullivan walk down and need to make something to eat and not stopped.

But it was fun, damned if it wasn't a fun, simple time. And so, ] That's true, that's what this slutty body was designed for, from those big alluring hips to that fuckable ass and these tits.

[ He grins up at her ] Even if you break your bones and strain your muscles, you'll pull yourself after me like a good bitch, right?! If you work into being jello, then I'll keep fucking you in your sleep, and you know what you need the most to drink even if you're starving, right?

[It was fun and it was them and something that probably couldn't be recaptured on good feelings and necessary talks alone. Which, those things had been just as important! But what was the use in getting away from what had started the entire thing? Not much because even though these are awful, awful things which really shouldn't be said to anyone, it's fucking exciting for her. It's the same intense strain of pleasure that seems to fold her scent over and make it both submissive and heavy at once.]

Yes. [It's pathetic of her but between the dedicating thrusting and the near endless stream of instinctual, near guttural moans, speaking isn't high on her list of achievable skills. It's been an entire month since she's felt this kind of immeasurable, soul breaking pleasure, and to have it again is threatening to leave her goddamn blind or something.] Yes - Cum - I always need it! More than anything I can't function without yours, I can't -- [Not Yamato, not Krieg, not anyone else. Masaomi. The way it's supposed to be.]

Alpha - [Already falling apart, but that's only right.]

So I'll give it to you! [ He laughs ] Once more than you can wake up with the taste of it on your lips, savor it and brush it over your teeth and you know what else?! [ He's going to fuck her through the orgasm, of course he was. He was probably always going to. There's some madness in his eyes in how he continues the little string of horrible, but it's their thing, her being entirely his and that utter submission. It's a fun play, a nostalgic play, and something that he needs to milk that much more. ]

One-- One of two things is going to happen with how much of it's going in that womb of yours! Either'll put two more kids in that, or that little girl [ Apparently, Yamato is for sure having a daughter now ] Going to grow with so much of my jizz floating in there with her she'll be born half as addicted to it as you!

[ That's not how anatomy works. But it's a confident line and punctuated with a particularly hard thrust up ]

[God, that's just awful. And there are so many levels of awful in it that it's useless to try and lay it out in detail. But the absolute worst part is how she reacts to it all. She's lost any sense leftover and become a complete mess, visibly shuddering with each word and being pushed closer and closer to orgasm the harder she slams herself downward, the more she takes in his expression and it's just inevitable. Nariko is doomed to cum and when she does the whole world goes blank, she bends forward onto him, half her screaming buried into the sheets, his neck, or his shoulder.

Her hips don't stop, if anything she just gets wilder, loses her composure and makes up for it in determination while she outright cries through her orgasm. They've made a mess all over against because she's outright drenched.] That's - my daughter, all she's gonna want to do is be a good girl and take a perfect dick!

[Everything she says is in a hurried rush because she's both orgasming and completely insatiable, somewhat wildly, messily kissing him.] And I'm gonna hold her open and make sure you knock her up, make us both proud!

[... They're just terrible, all around, in an incredibly special way, because she's lost her mind right now, and become the same obedient whore that he originally knocked up. Masaomi could spank her, smack her, do whatever he wants and it would only translate to pleasure, she'd only thank him for it and ask him to make due on that promise - give her more kids, mate and tie with her so much that there's no doubting their codependency.]

[ God damn but isn't his mate just the perfect being? Masaomi's crazed eyes narrow just a little as if he were trying to focus through the haze, panting and moaning out her name just as much as she's screaming. But focus is impossible, or at least focusing his eyes through the sweat and maybe even the small build up of strained tears as he tried to build up the pace that much more and they're no doubt both deafened by her screams. And yet...

It's a glorious image, isn't it?

She was his perfect bitch, molded into the ultimate indulgent image who couldn't survive without him. And right now, the fantasy of it all is really a huge, huge turn on ] You say that -- now! But are you even going to be able to let go by my cock long enough to let her have a turn?! Or what about the other six or seven or more times you get knocked up by me before then?! Come on, come on, Nariko?! What sort of bitch are you, if you can even share that much?! [ He laughs ] Then again, maybe you can't stop her!

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I s2g these two

I love them and that this gross shit is there kink (its so indulgent)