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

[You know, she'd have been worried that was Nathan or Masaomi or someone but it's pretty much just Olivia. Which, y'know, they are in the middle of the kitchen so it makes sense that someone would run into them and that it might be someone like her or Ada or Joshua. It's not as if she's forgotten their circumstances or anything, but it's exactly why she tilts a little to get a very vague look at the redhead, blinks, and barely draws away from Yamato's cock enough to say:]

You can wait.

[If that's really even Olivia's intention which, frankly, it probably should be. Maybe she'd relax if she was too busy swallowing.

... Well, she should probably be a little more willing to explain why she's fooling around with her son, which could be an out of the way sort of thing even for packs but ... Eh. They're a bunch of weirdoes, and she had a rhythm going there, thank you very much.]

[ Olivia, as ever... is very high strung. And this results in her not so much hanging there by the door or even leaving or walking away as advancing towards them, hissing through her teeth, ]

Holy shit what the fuck are you -- what the shit are you talking about?! Wait- wait for fucking what?!

[ But she was red in the face and if the room wasn't totally overpowered by the scent of Yamato, which was alluring in the extreme, the spark of Maple which just entered it might make everything feel like pancakes. And really, the whole thing makes Yamato end up at an impasse. How should he handle this? Searching himself, he brushes the top of Nariko's head, and he inhales, exhales, ]

Um... You--

I...what...

[ Yamato swallows. But then he moans, a particularly nice lick by Nariko prompting it ]

[Nariko has managed to successfully dispense blowjobs under some weird circumstances: An earthquake, a shooting, and a school play being the most notable. But somehow it's the both of them being confused and stuttering at each other that actually breaks a little of her concentration. That she has to pull away again is goddamn infuriating.]

Hush.

[And the vaguely irritated glare says Olivia should probably listen because you know what you don't do? Interrupt her when you aren't Masaomi. Joining in or observing the options unless Yamato says otherwise, so she gets right back to it, eyes closed.

Still, it wasn't as if the two couldn't help each other. It'd just have to wait a moment.]

[ You know it's probably a good thing that Nariko is the one being commanding here, because Yamato, even if he was confident was not yet equipped to be commanding to people he didn't have some even loose claim over. And given that Olivia was Masaomi's, he didn't really have a claim on her. It's one he could assert, but somehow the younger girl was intimidating. Which is ironic, because the source of said intimidation, to Olivia, was very obviously born of high strung inexperience. It was something she projected out due to a deficiency within.

But all the same, her face went even more red, and she glared at Nariko but she also wilted into not speaking. Instead, she looked hard at her, and then at Yamato, and then her, and then at where they were meeting, looking intently, annoyed... hungry.

Yamato, for his part, exhales some relief and no small bit of pleasure. Maybe he should try to take charge... at the very least, he should compliment or command Nariko more. She was doing a bang up blowjob now, but... ]

[Olivia wasn't anymore intimidating than a wet paper bag, but of course it's different for Yamato, who can be a little more easily deceived by some barking. Nariko isn't surprised at the girl's reaction nor does she particularly care, if Yamato wants to try something that's his business, but she's only focused on making him cum. And where she might have generally taken her time she speeds up a little, working her throat just a little roughly, and then faster and harder.

... She may or may not occasionally look Olivia in the eye when she moves upward, though, and it's not a big stretch to say that she's wearing a shit eating sort of expression even while her mouth is full.

Look, it's no one's fault but Olivia's that the girl can't just give up and beg - well, it might also be her father's, but that's another matter.]

[ . . . Yeah, he should do a show of force. This was so, so pleasurable. He was moaning and gripping the sides of her head. But even if it was a pleasure to watch Nariko go at this and to feel the result of it, Yamato was rapidly finding that he got off on shows of dominance, to show that the other would be willing to be submissive to him. While he was gentle - especially as compared to Masaomi - sometimes in appeasing that kink of his he could be unreasonable.

And as such, even if it's not necessarily in his interest to do so depending on how you look at it, he whispers to Nariko, ]

Nariko... take- me out of your mouth, and then lick every - centimeter of it. Like a popsicle.

[ There! ... As Olivia narrows her eyes at that, and stomps her foot, turning her gaze to glare at Yamato. She... she!! She can't remain quiet anymore- ]

What you're that fucking all that just because your cock's some mammoth titan band shit?!

[She's more than happy to obey here, though it does mean trying to block out Olivia's voice and whatever odd assortment of words that might have been. Maybe Nariko is just old but she has no idea what a 'mammoth titan band is'. ... She's probably just old.

But thankfully Nariko is far more dedicated to reluctantly pulling away than making any comment - for now.

To her it makes sense to start from the base, and since he specifically said to get every centimeter, she's careful about the drag of her tongue, licking in medium strokes, eyes closed.]

[ No, Yamato doesn't get it either because in fact, ]

What?

[ !!! !!! ] You're not so cool just because you have a big dick and a bimbo juicing you for it, so don't look down on me I'm fine!

[ . . . What, why, when was he looking down on her? What? ]

[Yeah, no. With a frustrated sound, Nariko does something that, to her, is somewhat unheard of: She stops, wipes her mouth with the back of her arm and stands up to look him in the eye.]

Just one second, love.

[It's said with nothing but respect and genuine regret, but when she faces Olivia it's almost as if an entirely different personality has taken over.] Did I not tell you to stand there and keep your mouth shut? To begin with, there is no universe in which you have the right to call me a bimbo, I don't give a shit if I'm knee deep in cum, last I checked even you know better than to talk to me that way.

[Because, really, maybe don't call the Alpha's mate a bimbo when you don't have that relationship wither. And really don't do it with a woman who was born and bred on the idea of respect, so y'know. Bad life choice there.]

Now, either I wash your mouth out with soap or you can beg Yamato to let you apologize by fucking your throat until it's so hoarse that you remember how to be respectful again!

[And then she looks at Yamato, all submissive and softness again:] It's your decision.

[ Olivia knows the moment that Nariko stops, that she's no longer arguing with the boy who strikes her as an easier target despite that massive cock there . . . that she really did get in a bad spot. When the taller woman digs into her, her eyes go wide and the blush fades a little as she pales. The blush is still there, her heart is still racing (now for more than one reason) and the room still smells faintly of Maple... but she also swallows not sure how to respond to that. She tries to censor herself before she answers, but what comes out first is, ]

F-fuck!

[ And then she claps her hands over her mouth to try to collect herself. And Yamato, for his part, looks at her... with pity. He inhales, exhales, and then closes his eyes. He had his scent pulse through the room, trying to access that same primal note that he'd used before to tame both Nariko and Charlotte and even Junko. That he was planning to use on Tiffany and Robyn and others. He didn't work up the nerve to use it on anyone else yet, but...

It's his choice, huh...? Or did Nariko mean the redhead? All the same, Olivia's gaze shifts from Nariko on to Yamato. ]

She's right, you can't disrespect her. Or me. Or... Or my cock. [ He... ]

I-- I wasn't-- look! How was I supposed-! Hey!

[ Yamato looks at Nariko again, and then reaches an arm around her, hugging her up to his chest, and reaching a hand up to squeeze her breast, groping it in his hand and molding it as he rubs his cock against her thigh to get some release ]

[When he pulls her closer she's happy to press into his side, and doesn't mind that he's probably getting his scent all over her clothes. She's still horny but now it's colored with irritation and a vague sense of pity. Olivia was just an idiot child and it wasn't her fault that Nariko was aggravatingly aware of every move her brother made, that she had to balance two different men in her life, that she keeps replaying a memory in her head and she doesn't know if it's real or not, and she can't get Nathan to speak to her honestly, let alone do anything else.

It's awful, and she just wanted to be with her mate for fuck's sake and feel a little loved. But life is a lazy, convoluted bitch.]

Yamato, you can do whatever you want with her. Like you said, she doesn't have the right to disrespect you.

[Really, Olivia didn't have a leg to stand on even as a mutual pack mate. She and Joshua were both new, and she was old enough to know better, right? It's a sound enough argument, and Nariko might as well facilitate this, and for all that's going on in the pack of her head or all that she needs, she's very calm, even loving as she reminds him of this. She knows he can grow into a confident Alpha because she was once one, too, it's there. He just needed the help Nariko was never able to get.]

But it's not fair to deny you, Nariko.

[ And he's concerned about that, of course! And Olivia's cheeks color all the more, before she takes a half-step back, and taps the foot down a bit harder, and Yamato narrows his eyes are her, and sternly says, even as she squeezes Nariko's chest, ]

Stop.

[ Che... ] W-what, you're not- my alpha or anything.

[ Yamato calmly answers, ] No, but he'd smack you. No one is allowed to insult a packmate like that, and my Alpha is amazingly fair. [ Yamato exhales... ] I'm... I think I might be more kind though.

[ And... ]

Nariko, continue to lick me, and enjoy yourself. Olivia, strip naked. ]

Why the fuck-

[ And then with a simple, stern voice, ] Strip naked for me.

[ And then, weirdly, Olivia says, ] Yes, daddy... [ Hanging her head and tugging on the hem of her skirt.

Daddy??? ]

[... Honestly, that's why she loves him so much. He's genuinely upset at the idea of leaving her out in the cold where even Nariko herself probably wouldn't mind it. But even better than that is seeing how he slips into it so easily, finding a sense of authority and automatically wielding it. She's so incredibly proud of him that it could almost make her burst.

She kisses his neck quickly,] I love you.

[And then, frankly, he can do whatever with Olivia, Nariko doesn't have trouble doing as she's told, thank you very much!

........... 'Daddy', though? Wow.

That's almost a shame because Yamato's cock is definitely better than Joshua's, and she picks right up where she left off.]

[ . . . Daddy???

Um???

That said, Nariko, enjoy yourself because Yamato just sort of shorted out, looking at Olivia with some small awe for a long moment, and she mutters out a, ]

W-what...

[ Even as she finally makes to slide down her skirt - well, her panties first, and then she undoes her skirt, but Yamato is still looking at her with some awe, trying to process what to even do with that, even if his scent is pulsing with the primal note still. So she can be proud he maintains that too. ]

[Yeah that was ... Nariko can't take the high road here, she used to have a pretty strong daddy kink thing going on too but, like, in this context it's like ...... Does someone need to sit Joshua down, because ... Well, she also really hopes that no one else walks in here it's enough of a cluster as it is.

Whatever, she's appropriately examined the base of his dick so she moves up slowly, absolutely taking her time and zeroing her thoughts down to Yamato - even if she's a little tempted to be worried about these two.]

[ Daddy...

Daddy...

Daddy...

Yamato, slowly... ]

I could be your Daddy, if you'll become mine.

[ Olivia, now in the midst of taking off her top, is looking at him slack-jawed now. Uncomprehending, almost, or maybe her heart is just beating so hard she can't even handle it. ... Also Yamato moans at Nariko's exploration ]

Edited 2016-08-07 01:47 (UTC)

[ ... Holy shit, that's actually a really good approach! If he keeps this up she has to buy him a beer or something later. Oh, and fuck more! But also alcohol.

A total aside: She actually looks a bit cute, half-naked like that.

Anyway, it's better to avoid interrupting them now so she doesn't pause, not even slightly, but she is paying a little more attention to them.]

I-- what the fuck are you-- [ Olivia is practically grinding her teeth together now, but her scent is filling the room, rubbing both her thighs and her hands together. The fact of the matter is that under his pressure, under that scent... she can't help up... He ... SHE...

She continues to pull up her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, her small perk nipples, entirely erect, didn't rest on boobs that demanded that she wear one. Or maybe it did and she needed a woman's advise. But she then responds, almost defeated, ]

... What do- you want. Daddy?

[ Yamato exhales, and he reaches out to - pat Nariko on the head, petting her ]

I'm going to-- I. I mean someday, I'm going to be your Alpha. But for now, I'm your Daddy, and you'll do everything I tell you. Trust me.

[ Olivia looks at him with some naked awe and- ... ]

Yes, daddy.

[ ........ Okay that. Is definitely poaching and she's really going to have to talk to him about that. Granted, there's something to be said about the fact that he's picking someone around his age rather than one of the elder members. But this is technically proving Ada right and that's just not cool. It's bad enough Nariko has to avoid throttling that woman and all of her repressed issues.

But that's for later.

Right now she keeps making her way to the tip, giving an appreciative little noise at the head patting. It was very sweet!]

[ Of course it's poaching. It was always going to happen, because he was a budding Alpha. It's only obvious that he would want to collect the people around him, and he would want to prove his superiority over the Alpha he was already under.

There's no way it wouldn't happen, it's not like anyone except maybe Junko talked to him about it. And the only one with authority to stop him was Masaomi. He wasn't totally oblivious to the argument that Nariko and Ada were having, but the fact of the matter is that because Nariko was on his side, he was pretty sure that Ada was just being dumb because-

Why wouldn't he try to turn them?

... So uh. Oops? ]

Good girl.

[ . . . This is weird, but it's what she wants, so... ]

Now tell my mate, how beautiful she is.

[ She... she... ]

F-fuck... I- yes, daddy. Your- your mate is so beautiful! She's really hot! And has great hair! And I'm so fucking jealous of her huge yabos!

[If he really wants to invite his father to curbstomp him then he'll ... Pretty much bring it on himself. Being an Alpha requires self-restraint just as much as anything else, and Junko would pretty much tell him that - and might have, already. Nariko's only defending Yamato because Ada is literally talking about repressing the entirety of his instincts and to her, that's inhumane.

So that'll have to be dealt with at some point in the nebulous future.

Right now Olivia's heel face turn is actually impressive. She's got to do something about this poaching but maybe he can just ... Keep Olivia. Nariko would be okay with that, though she couldn't hope to speak for Joshua, obviously.

Why did she call them 'yabos' that's just. What a unique kid.]

... Yabos?

[ That was Yamato. Who the fuck says Yabos??? ]

I fucking love Hocus Pocus, okay! Shut the fuck-- I [ . . . Fuck, he's looking at her ] I -- I mean that's why... Daddy...

[ . . .

That said, Yamato smiles at her, and pats Nariko's head again, sighing with pleasure. And Olivia, meanwhile, pouts at them. She wants a head pat... ( Also Masaomi wanted Yamato to challenge him, Yamato knew it... so... why not, right? ) ]

[Hocus Pocus is a legit awesome movie and Nariko wholly approves but still!

Seriously, the level of control he can exert over her just by using a term and remaining composed is amazing. Apparently Olivia is the right, entry level kind of slut that he can practice on. And Olivia can have her head pat as soon as Yamato cums, because that's Nariko's personal victory, and one she keeps working towards as she makes it to his thick head.]

Nariko... I think that's most of it. But finish it off, and kiss me on the tip. And... work your tongue in the slit.

[ But that said, he's smiling at Olivia as he says it. Olivia is openly pouting now, covering her chest with both of her arms, frowning as she averts her gaze. What is she thinking? Yamato wonders, and Olivia isn't forthcoming - but she's looking in awe, pouting awe, at his cock. That... that thing would split her in half, right? But she's... she's still so jealous... ]

[See, this is much better! Olivia's supposed to be jealous and obedient and Nariko can focus on her rightful task!

Not that he really needed to tell her to play with it a little more, she wasn't going to just skate through what's arguably her favorite part. She circles her tongue directly underneath before doing as told and quite literally kissing it - a bit wetly, at that - not just once but twice before really sneaking her tongue in a little.]

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

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make sure this child doesn't die, oh my god

Hahaha I love her I'm so pleased I planned this...

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