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[Midlandia] Just One Note

[A series of events occurred which were incredibly important and ultimately life changing.

But frankly her attention span was always rather limited. What really mattered above all else was that she and Nathan were free, and it didn't require Vergil's scolding or leaving the country. They had been adopted into this pack with considerably minimal fuss. They had a roof, food, and a way to get to and from school. The best part was that there was no one to hit her anymore, no more getting thrown left and right into walls or furniture, and Nathan no longer had to hear all the yelling and insults. They could be living in a high class sewer and Nariko would still be happy.

And while she'd made her gratuity very clear to the Alpha she's been otherwise quite normal! Nariko had survived the state of things because she knew how to control herself, how to present properly. So ever since they'd been given their space she'd gone about meeting everyone she could, being both agreeable and fun, while Nathan clung to her side the whole time.

Lately, though, he's been feeling a little more like himself. On this particular day she's sprawled all over the couch while Nathan watches some movie directly in front of her. If she's supposed to give a single crap about her tiny shorts or tank top then ... Actually, no, why would she? It hasn't occurred to Nariko to dress or act differently, especially because there's so many women. Besides, she's kind of idly watching it with him or occasionally toying with her phone, and really she'd practically beg for something fun to do. Ugh.]

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I'm not a brick wall or anything, but I seriously am not going to put words in the mouth of my Alpha no matter what. Besides, I don't even know everything. I'm still pretty unclear on if Yori-san or anyone else knew your mother, father, or anyone else before then, or how they found you to take you in to begin with.

[ There, he's... honest.

Actually he's been nothing but that this whole time but details ]

[If nothing else Vergil was undoubtedly a part of it, so the working theory is that after That Particular Incident, Vergil probably shopped around for places to dump them in. A pack in it's 'twilight' years with an Alpha who could forecast so far out and so reliably would actually make a lot of sense.]

I guess I'll just have to see if she'll let me ask her.

[Which is fine, Nariko figured that might have been the best way to go about the topic anyway.]

So, you're not even a little hard.

[Because that's a normal conversation starter.]

[ Wow.

... Fine, let's do a normal answer- ]

Should I be?

Usually when I'm straddling someone's lap and touching them, there's at least a little bit of a reaction, even if they're older than me or they don't mean for it to happen.

[So a lack of reaction on his part is interesting! It's as simple as that.]

Except with you it kind of seems like part of it is control?

[The ~Zen~ and all that.]

Well that and we weren't really in a sexual moment. I smelled you earlier and you've been boasting yourself, you're a real force when you want to be.

[ And she wasn't, at least wasn't totally, subjecting him to that. It's possible she doesn't know her own power, but the fact is tat right now she's just teasing him, and teasing him in such a way that it is possible to ignore it ]

It's not that bad.

[She's supposed to be vaguely chastised or something, right? That she could accidentally zombify an entire room wasn't a good thing, if she's meant to pay attention to her mother's rules but - none of that seems to matter here, so it's difficult to know how to respond.]

... I don't really do it on purpose.

[Most of the time!!!]

[ Ah, well... ] That's really the dangerous part. ... Well, no, danger's probably too strong of word, but that's maybe something you should get more zen about. Doing it on purpose is one thing, even a turn on to a lot've people, but doing it without trying...

You're still young, learning, growing. But it's something to keep in mind.

[ He smiles a bit more now, arching his brows again ]

But no, it's not bad. I liked it.

[He liked it ...? Wait, so does that mean it was just a turn on or that she could inspire some weird personality change in someone as big as him? Maybe it's both? Who knows.]

Well, then it's a definite shame that I don't know how to do it on call.

[It's easy when she's already turned on or something but he's kind of right, this isn't sexual because Basara has enough control to easily brush over anything she might do. It's kind of frustrating.]

Can you teach me?

I could try, but I don't think so. [ He hums a little, and he finally shifts a bit in how he's sitting. His big hands run up her body, settling to rest around her face cupping her cheeks and maybe looking a little silly due to the age and size difference. But then, she would grow into the latter, he's pretty sure. She wasn't particularly small for a girl her age to begin with.

Still... ]

Yori-san might be able to to, but all I could do is take advantage of the results.

[ He resists saying something about how that would be when Masaomi and Mikado weren't, but. ... It's not like he was wholly immune to teasing. That's impossible, really. He can brush it off, but it's not like he's unfeeling ]

I'm not sure if you're taking advantage of anything if I enjoy it, or if I would happily encourage you to do so at any given moment. Particularly if it involves the 'bent over a table' position.

[Or any position, really, she wasn't feeling picky at the moment when his hands were warm and sort of comforting.]

So ... People really like it? I sort of thought I was being a complete bitch.

[Which probably makes the few instances where she meant to sexually entrap everyone in the room particularly bad.]

Most people probably enjoy it in the moment, and some people enjoy it in general. The way you smell though, it makes someone feel like they need to be more impressive for you.

[ Which is a gift, as far as he's concerned.

... Bent over the table, huh. ]

You like being bent over?

More impressive? I mean, that's nice but ... [That's ... It feels like a thing that shouldn't even be. She likes music and cars and awful movies, there's no reason to be impressive for her, the apparent Alpha instincts or not, right? He's making sense but it still seems incredibly off kilter to her.]

Mmhm. Bent over, or up against a wall, even if it means being bent at an angle. It's fun!

[Having apparently grown bored of his shoulders she traces her fingers down his chest, taking her time with the outline of every muscle she finds, her scent eases out in little doses, small enough that she doesn't even realize it, but prominent enough that he might easily notice given how close they are.]

You know, you're really already impressive enough!

[Her wording is odd here, and that isn't on purpose either. She's, uh, kind of distracted by his muscles, give her a moment ...]

[ It's a basic instinct, something that he can no more control than anyone else can - nothing that he can define or she can help. It's a matter of biology, just as much as the fact his own scent bristles on out of him also can't be helped. As such, a small drip of his rubber-like smell comes on out of him. Or maybe it was akin to asphalt? Some sort of deep, rich smell.

And he rumbles a bit in the stomach, shifting himself. He was wearing loose closing, so... there was a good chance to outline it. And he can't help but- ]

It's fun for you to get taken over like that? Or do you still like being in control.

[ Impressive enough. . . ]

It has to be one or the other?

[Her fingers go still and she looks at him, rather than debating exactly where the hemline of his pants happened to rest.]

If someone wants it enough to be completely, y'know, [She gestures sort of idly.] dominating and all that, then I might as well be in love with them for a little while. It's no fun if I'm not wanted, and it's even more boring if I can't give them something they want, too. If that means being a little controlling somehow then it's fine.

[... Was that a stupid answer? It felt like a stupid answer.] I guess it's both! There are types of men that are more fun to be in control of, and others where it's a lot more fun if I can drag out the most awful parts!

[She's ... A little awful. It's okay to say it to her face, Basara.]

No, it probably doesn't need to be a one or the other thing. But looking at it like that... [ It doesn't seem all that healthy to him. Or at least all that kind? He's not about the question it though, not right now. He does laugh, shaking his head at her, but he doesn't chastise, doesn't vocally question.

Instead, he just leans forward now to take some action to kiss at her neck. She really was making it a bit more sexual now. More than a little bit, honestly... ]

What?

[It's unfair to leave the thought hanging like that! And, besides, it's only fair to let her explain! Maybe she just wanted to hear him talk more, too. It's hard to say. That just a tiny little kiss earns a groan is proof that it was maybe a tad sexual, but was that really so bad? He didn't seem to be complaining, and if he didn't want to well - that'd suck, but she'd also back off.

Until then she was going to assume that he didn't have anything against letting her kiss at his temple, or work her hand underneath his shirt, all the better to feel around with.]

[ Basara seemed to smile a little wider at this, brushing his face against her as his lips dance on her neck. His arms run around her shoulders, and he opens his mouth a little wider and runs his hands down to her waist. ]

But nothing. I shouldn't talk that much about it, don't worry. I'm sure that we can talk about something else.

[ Or just feel things out. As long as she wanted to talk that is! The fact is that her scent is ... well. It just makes him want to squirm up closer to her. It made him want to be stronger ]

You should talk about everything.

[Simply because she enjoyed listening to him! But whatever he didn't tell her earlier is lost, she's more than happy to be touched and despite their conversation Nariko doesn't bother to hide or restrain her scent, and it's weird lack of a specific scent is crawling upward. He said it wasn't bad, so there's no reason to worry, right?

And no reason to avoid getting his shirt off, the sooner she can touch, the better.]

I don't know how chatty I actually am, without a topic I'll probably just trail off into nothingness.

[ He was falling into it though, falling harder into the abyss that was her scent and the attraction h felt to it. She was young though, as young as his brothers and therefore maybe about half his age. The older man, though, didn't want to hesitate when they can come this far - even if he was perverted for it, which he's not sure he was, this sort of feeling couldn't be wrong. He rumbles out his hot breath onto her neck as well, singing his teeth in and then tugging hard at the fabric of her top.

He could just get it off, the way she is trying to get his off, but he didn't want to wait. H said he gets called too rough - and his go at ripping off her top sort of confirmed it ]

Hm!

[Did he realize that he was basically asking her to give him a topic?] You should tell me a - a fantasy! I already told you one!

[Not that he'd even asked for it or that it was the most important element of whatever was going on right now, but that was a good note to end on if it ended up being the last word said. Which, considering that Basara was doing a number on her top and that was enough to pull out a little shudder and groan - she might not be talking for too much longer in general.]

[ The more he gets pulled into the moment, the more the zen fades away - or well, not fades away, but it focuses into a growl which pushes him forward into some sort of paragon of masculine power. The bearded, muscled man lurches forward now, pushing her down as he ripped apart her top, as he made to also rip off her bra, to pull apart her pants. The whole thing shows a great deal of strength and might hurt a little, but he seems to have no regard for that now, biting down hard on her eat as he does this, his breath hot going in as he responds, ]

I want to beat someone in a spar - [ He's a martial artist. His body might show it, but it's not really super clear? Oh well, ] And then go on to win control of their body, and ravish it still on the high from the fight.

[ That's not necessarily one she can help with - but it is, certainly, a poweeful fantasy to him ]

Jesus.

[She'd have to agree with him, that's a damn good fantasy and even though Nariko really hadn't asked for the sake of maybe fulfilling it, there's nothing to keep her from imagining it! The only difference being that she had no formal training when it came to a formal sparring match, but an on the fly sort of thing would work just as well.]

Hurry up.

[Because there's something to be said about the rush of a fight, of putting your all into it and reacting based on instinct and that - of all things that's making her antsy and needy and demanding at once. She wiggles out of her jeans before pulling at his hips. So much for the easygoing atmosphere they'd had!]

[ Well first things first, he needs to get down his pants too. After all, they were by now tented up, and the exposure of er tits through that ruined top and bra, as well as the wiggle up out of her pants makes him feel that much more horny, that much harder. And indeed, he was pretty hard, because as he makes to rip down his underwear and expose his manhood-

What's on display is probably the biggest dick she's ever seen in her life. Probably the biggest she will ever see, obviously reaching to a point that insertion is probably a little bit painful even to the most experienced of partners. The mammoth thing throbs between his legs, now eager to be wetted, and - by the looks of it - to break her in half.

He snorts and then makes to either rip down or rip off her panties. He pulls her cunt apart a little, making an entrance for himself - and rams the head of the cock in. It lodges there, and it becomes hard to slide in more, but he forces it a bit ]

[Yeah, that's - you know, a lot of guys sort of talk up their dicks, it's kind of to be expected, it's just a thing that happens. It's fair to say that Nariko simply hadn't paid attention to their warnings. And she really should have because the sight alone is enough to instill fear and total amazement in equal parts. Actually getting it in there is borderline awful and the whine that comes out of her mouth is incredibly pained, and she's not quite strong enough to keep from tearing up a little.

But, frankly, she's got too much pride to lay here and cry like a wimp.

This is pretty much the second most painful thing she's ever experienced in her life but Nariko squeezes her eyes shut and internally berates herself until her body relaxes the way it needs to. That's not going to do shit for the pain but it'll at least make it easier for him to push in, and it's because it hurts and then feels good and hurts twice over again that she remains unbearably wet, even lifting her hips with her elbows braced on the floor.]

Son of a bitch.

[There's not a big of anger in it, it's just weird to feel her own nerves flip flop between anger and incandescent pleasure, and she doesn't know whether to be submissive or demanding here - at least with Masaomi it'd felt clear as day.]

[ Well, he did say that he got complaints sometimes, either for technique or, sometimes, just for sheer size and scope. Right now he suspected might be one of hose later times and thus because he was simply so turned on, he didn't want to stop - the mean growls over her, nuzzling his beard into her neck a little as he snaps his jaws, as if threatening to bite her more than he already did. All the while, he jerks his titanic cock in further, and then finally roughly pulls it back out, only to try to push it back down.

The whole thing is relentless.

And he intends to pick up the pleasure before this stops. yes, he will bite down on her cheek a little ]

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