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

You can if you want to.

[He can try to pass it off as humor but she's just to genuinely earnest for that. The attachment that he might have to the idea is beyond her, for Charlotte it's just a fun thing to do during sex, if it works there's no reason to do anything but enjoy it! But in the last few months she's gotten quite a bit better at parsing out what someone might want from him, and it seems particularly important to do that now.]

After all, you can do whatever you want, Master.

[It comes out so naturally, so earnest in her cheerful tone. Why not just go with it? And while you're going with it also maybe start fucking her because she's doing an awful lot of suggestive hip wiggling.]

[ He can if he wants to... he can call her - or well, she can call him Master. It's something that he knows he'll think upon favorably in the days and weeks and months from now. It might even stick with him for years. ... But would him and Charlotte have that long of a relationship? Wasn't he getting ahead of himself like this? He looks at her with his even but pleased expression, and he's ... ]

Then... I will call you that, Charlotte. [ He nods ] I am your master, and - [ And... ] By night's end, I believe I can prove myself to be your Alpha.

[ That's a bold claim, and he knows it. But he makes it anyway, smiling a little even as he says it. He squeezes her breasts, and then slides his own down to plunge two fingers inside of her cunt, moving around his own manhood to tease her ]

[That's a little ... She hadn't expected something like that, and while it doesn't even begin to pull her mind out of the gutter it's currently fallen into it does make her pause for a second. Unless something has changed in very recent times Charlotte's pretty sure that's not a concept that's very sexual at all.]

Now why in the world would you wanna be that?

[It was one thing to feel it from him, lots of men were Alphas, after all, but to so boldly declare it is something else.

It doesn't stand up to his fingers pushing into her nor her tits being played with. She's more than capable of falling into that, and bracing on his hips.]

[ Because he wants to amass his own pack, and because he's pretty sure he can or maybe even already had made Fred his. He's revealed a little of his intentions to his friend, though not near as much as he has to Junko. He's not met Robin yet, and he's been distracted enough with Nariko he's not even confronted Tiffany yet, much to his chagrin. But as for Charlotte, here... ]

I just do.

[ An Alpha is an Alpha for its own sake, he's realized. Or at least, that's what it feels like. He thought his father had a terrible burden or responsibility and maybe he does, but to him, wanting to have people to lead and have as his was as natural as breathing. He understood that now, but he'd never had to courage to reach out and take them.

And... ]

But you don't need to worry about that... right now.

[ He was about to say something else cool... when he begins to smell Nariko's scent competing against his own ]

[That's just ... Oh, that's incredibly complicated. She doesn't want to be in a different pack from her mate but ... Well, if nothing else she's quite skilled in pushing things off to the side. Thankfully Yamato doesn't seem anymore intent on speaking about it than she does, which is good since there's no way she could accept that answer without the pressure of his scent and the atmosphere of lust.]

A good idea.

[She leans in to kiss at his jaw, and before she can ask why he's sort of paused, she can feel it on her own. Huh. Well, if there was any introductory test that might give her an indication to what sort of Alpha he might be, then this might be it! How well timed!

Her attention hasn't split to Nariko in any real way. It's not matter of being tempted, because she is, but Southern types are nothing if not polite and controlled. It'd be awful rude to go wandering just because of a little temptation. Besides, Yamato's a little more fascinating by virtue of being a man anyway.]

[ Was this a challenge from his mate? ... No, his mate wouldn't challenge him like this, at least not intentionally. Yamato was tempted to look over to Nariko and Fred, but he doesn't want to break his eye contact from Charlotte, or the attention that he's heaping on the woman. And so...

He closes his eyes.

He closes his eyes, and he pictures all the dozens of ways he's fucked Nariko - actually, it has to be more like hundreds by now, or at least a hundred, even in this short month. Right? Probably, he'd need to do the math. But that's not important now. What's important is that this is his cabin, with his girlfriend, and with his guests. He is in control.

And it's that more than anything which sees his scent shooting out all over again, redoubling to combat and push back Nariko scent, to assert himself over the whole room once more with a command of "I dominate you." - the rougher edge of his own scent.

And as such, he opens his eyes for Charlotte and then thrusts his fingers up in her cunt a little before breaking free of her there to start shoving her towards the far wall. Well, as far as you can be in a one room cabin. ]

Will you die if I don't fuck you, Charlotte?

[There's no conceivable way it's a challenge, Charlotte probably knows that better than Yamato for a variety reasons, many of which include how often Nariko has waxed quite happily about her relationship with her son as a whole. Some of it's been worrying to hear just because Charlotte still cares very deeply for Masaomi, but that's another issue unto itself.

Right now Charlotte is further impressed to see how he reacts to it, and if she were to keep track of the idea it might be a positive sign. One that would make her feel a bit more secure in calling him her (possible) Alpha. It's a great moment of lucidity that's lost to the force of his scent - he's younger than her but he's got the bite and force of someone far older.

She might have thought about it a little more thoroughly but suddenly he's fingering her and it's like fire trailing up and down her spine. So the only answer is -]

Yes.

[For now, in the purely sexual sense, it's the correct answer.] I need you - I have to feel it, it's not right if I don't! [It's that need for rightness, though she's not putting it the right way.]

[ Feeling charged, powerful, and perhaps a little bit anxious on top of everything else - Yamato knows that he needs to go and move inside of her. He needs to fuck her. Well, okay, he does have a pressing need, but more the point he was throbbing and licking his lips in anticipation. He wants to be more fancy, demand more of her. but... well, she's against the wall now, and it was cruel, he concludes, to let this linger too much longer.

And as such, his scent pulsing through the room, the young man makes to lift up her leg to move them apart so he can drill his cock in her ]

I was thinking that too.

['Great minds' and all that, but words escape her when he's gone ahead and pushed right in.]

Oh. [He's really, really thick and while Charlotte's hardly tight as a virgin, especially after the endless sex marathons with Alfred, it's still one hell of an adjustment.] That's - [That's shocked Charlotte speak for 'your cock is perfect', and she'll articulate that a lot better in just a second.] Wow.

[She braces her shoulders against the wall and pulls at his hips.] Think I'm in love with your cock.

[Can they do this whole swapping thing more often? It's almost criminal that Nariko would get to keep this to herself.]

[ What's the best response here...? Maybe it's something profound or something to show he can be a good Alpha or maybe it's something more sweet. But, perhaps because Fred is in the room and Fred is even more kind and nice than him (in Yamato's mind) his brain trends a little bit cheeky. It's not totally his nature, but he does come out with, ]

I sort of figured you would be.

[ ... He's amazed he nailed that.

But he's going to grunt and start to move his hips, only realizing that perhaps he should have-- oh wait, there was no need to worry about condoms here, was there? From either side. ]

[No, it's not in his nature at all and that's why it's so surprising. She's known Yamato for a good portion of his life, and she couldn't really imagine he'd be so ... Strong. Confident. It's a lot of things at once, and all of them temporarily disappear the second he begins to move. The first thrust is almost awkward in how brutally it forces her body open, she winces and sighs in the same measure.]

Very - you were -- Right.

[She doesn't know why it's important to tell him that, and she certainly forgot to let him know that she's not on any form of birth control, not since she decided to have Alfred's children.

Maybe that should have come up? Oh well.]

[ You'd think it might come up! But then, one or both of the women in the room could be pregnant already. So maybe that too slipped the mind of the boy. For his part though, he starts to set a pace, rocking his hips with hard somewhat slow motions to jut her up against the wall. It's become a bit of a signature of his somehow, and he figures he should start strong. He's made some sort of an impression on her anyway. He smiles for her, leaning in to kiss her once before ]

I-- [ know? Nah ] 'm glad to hear it!

[ Okay you can't win them all. ]

[But it's sweet! It doesn't seem like a failure to her. If he was nothing but a demanding, bossy kind of man then he'd ... Essentially be his father. Which isn't a bad thing to be, but one is really just right! Maybe that's part of what makes her smile so genuine, no matter how short lived it is. It's difficult to control her expression when it feels as if he's carving her open with each thrust, and she can only seem to adjust so much at once. She's not exactly a masochist, but it's not a bad feeling, certainly not enough to keep her quiet by any means.

The truth is that even though her mate is still very nearby and, intellectually she'd have an interest in what he was doing she ... Can't think of anything but Yamato for the time being.

Unfortunately she also can't really think of anything to say, so she kisses him again, lets herself claw and pull him as close as she possibly can without interrupting him.]

[ Charlotte... Charlotte was beautiful, and she felt really good to impale like this - her kisses and her clawing were different than his own mate's, somehow more gentle, or at least less frenzied. She was more submissive, more eager to please. In a way, that made her more like Junko, but ... well, somehow, it was different from that too. He can't yet articulate why though. All he knows is that he must continue this moment, he must carve out something of himself in the blonde woman. And as she kisses him, shows her affection...

He laughs a little, self-pleased with himself this worked out. ]

God but you're beautiful.

[ He means it, too ]

[Beautiful?

If it were possible Charlotte might have startled in place, completely shocked by the compliment and it's utter sincerity. But nothing short of a natural disaster would get in their way.] You - [No, there isn't any sense in arguing with him, he believes his own words and it isn't her place to question it.]

Th-Thank you.

[There's an added little flush to her cheeks, a darker shade than what's already begun to color her cheeks and neck, up to her ears.] Yamato - when did y-you become so ... So!

[So handsome. So grown up. He didn't look anything like a boy anymore. It could almost be eerie if she wasn't a few seconds from cumming.]

It's been a pretty long year, for me! [ Inhale, exhale, another hard thrust. Yamato moves himself in time with her, one hand remaining on keeping her leg lifted a bit, but the other now moving to stroke the side of her face, daring to allow himself his moment in the midst of fucking her against the wall. He's starting to sweat from these movements, but also from the scents and the heat in the room.

It's a transcendent sort of feeling, to know...

Well. ]

So I guess- then. Over it.

[ Sheepishly. That was something he probably didn't need to answer, wasn't it? ]

[There are lots of things that don't need answers, but it's good to have them all the same.]

Long - but good.

[Of course she can only judge it by the result and not the hardships involved, but that still counts for something! And it's all that she can really manage to say because, well, it might be quite a few things. The raise of her leg or the surprisingly tender way that he holds her face, something or all of it at once makes her cum. It's sudden and seems to almost sneak up on her, too, she goes from little whimpers and gentle cries to an all out, arching howl.]

Yamato!

[Maybe he wouldn't be such a bad Alpha. Or at the very least, he's a great lover.]

[ Good... was it good? Well, he's got some complications now like his grades still slipping and some worries about his tennis career. But he's not such how much of the latter is just the jitters. Fred's been insisting it's basically all that, there is no real chance he would loose a regional tournament which would allow him to qualify for more. He's not sure if he believes that.

But right now...

Yes, it was all worth it, and it was all good, in the end. He found his mate. And he's in this moment. He grins and - ]

Cha-charlotte. I'm going to keep using your body, [ Even as he's cumming, he thrusts again, trying to move through her convulsing orgasm ] Until you tell me to stop. Or if you want to take it from behind.

[Life is always full of complications, in fact that's part of what makes it so entertaining, if utterly frustrating. That's what she would say if asked, at least. Right now, well, there's no need for anything but what they're doing, to feed off of the energy he so clearly puts out, the way he stutters her name and, in a manner that is specific to her, almost plays a little mind game there.

Until you tell me to stop.

Hilarious - but it's not his fault.]

Who said I didn't - didn't want it from - ?

[Behind.]

[ Wait said she didn't indeed? Yamato's lips curl up more now, becoming a warm sort of smile, but it's one which is almost giddy, excited to be in this situation with this woman and his mate and his friends. So many things are going well for him now, and he leans forward to kiss Charlotte on the cheek once before moving her and him off from the wall. And then, perhaps being a little bit rough, he half-shoves her towards the ground, but holds tight to her hips, so that he can keep her supported and still against his own. ]

No one did, you're-- right.

[Yamato is such a strange boy, paradoxically confident and enthusiastic. Fred is similar in a great variety of ways but it's also quite safe to say that Yamato Kida is his own beast. Hopefully Nariko tells him as much in all the ways only a woman can accomplish. When he moves them from the wall she squeaks a bit and then giggles, outright stumbles against the floor.]

Ah, so ... You're just gonna go for it, then.

[If there was ever a green light then that would be it, Yamato. She's far too relaxed to even think of tensing at the possibility as it is, he's got a ticket to do whatever he wants to her, essentially.]

I want to, y-yeah. [ He was about to ask "is that okay?" but he catches himself at the last moment. He laughs a little at himself, at that sort of weakness he would have shown in days past. The young man center himself by way of holding her aloft at the hips with one hand, while the other runs down her back, up her spin and feeling out the nape of the back of her neck.

And he grins ] I -- I know you're okay with that.

[ There, better.

And he hasn't cum yet, so of course he's going to go for it! In fact, bracing himself against her hips, he moves his hips, rocking his cock - between her legs, getting friction against her cunt and thighs before he pushes in ]

[Better - Or, well, very good since she has no understanding of his internal battles! She just knows he continues to impress her at just about every turn.]

Must be those - Alpha instincts.

[She gives an approving moan when he makes the path along her body, and eventually to the very nape of her neck, which is just the right amount of sensitive.] To think you would grow up so quickly.

[She manages to get that out before he dooms her to mindless oblivion all over again. It wasn't something she wanted to be tangled up in, and not a decision she would make in the middle of sex (Charlotte was repressed, not a damn idiot) but maybe it was worth considering. Maybe.]

I think that means you should really - you shouldn't be so gentle.

[Because he is, in a sense, or at the very least what he's giving her is nothing compared to what he gives his mate, right?]

Do you think I'm... I'm really being too gentle to you, Charlotte?

[ It's not how he would fuck Nariko, no. But then, she's also not Nariko! She's her own woman, and someone who he was finding he was increasingly fond of. He's always liked her well enough, because she was always fairly nice to him, as the mother of his best friend. But now... well. Now he was confident she could and should be a member of his pack. Like she said, Alpha instincts. To think he would grow up so quickly... ]

I am a man now.

[ And as he rocks his hips against her own, he's... proud of that. He's still forming his ideas, and ]

[He couldn't have grown up too much if he thought it would be simple to win her over. But a good amount of that was her own fault, she knew, but it stood to reason that she was too old and held a little too much experience to bend so easily. If Yamato couldn't hold half a flame to her father's unyielding rule then he wasn't worth following. That was the standard Charlotte held men to, and it's ultimately what fuels her response.]

If that's the case ... [For how prideful she can be and how thorough her own belief systems she's a human woman, and can't resist how damn good his cock feels.] Then I only want to see what kind of man you are.

[He really is still quite young, he's partially grown into the incredibly long and white shadows that both Masaomi and Nariko ultimately cast for him. It affords him some leniency.] I've never seen a wanting man treat his desire like glass.

[That didn't exclude gentility or passion or even love, but it was still rare. But she was one to talk - she hadn't meant to turn this into an evaluation and yet she couldn't help entertaining the idea when a tiny, minuscule part of it all felt right.]

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