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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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[ Despite his size in all senses of the word, Basara's stamina once he actually started the engine wasn't all that great as compared to what Masaomi's to some extent was and certainly what it could/would become in time. The result was that he was nearing the end of his rope as well. In fact there's a fair chance he'll finish before her (he basically finished before any woman he was with, but that was largely because of the aforementioned pain and lack of artistry) and if he did he would finish her off with his mouth or something as he usually did in hopes of being fair.

In fact--

Grunting, his eyes going a bit cross, the man grips her shoulders and upper arms a little harder, digging his nails in, and moans out something that might've been her name as gives it one more powerful thrust, seemingly impossibly going in deep enough that his equally big balls slap against her, signifying he penetrated to the base.

And then, wherever he pushed into, he lets go and roars as he cums inside of her, not even thinking that he should probably have pulled out. Her scent was too alluring for that ]

[The genuine fact of the matter is that she's going to be so violently sore and aching later on that she might blame it all on him, as illogical as that might be. But right now it's new and painful and good and awful at once and it defies a little bit of logic here, that's to be sure, but she's not even a full half step behind his orgasm.

That he's still in her doesn't even cross her mind. It's fine if it happens, it's only right in some cases and no one gives a shit if she gets pregnant so -

They're probably making a bit of a mess between her dripping and how deeply he's pushing it into her cunt but who even cares, everything is dizzying and there's a weird mix between overbearing horniness and a needy burst of her scent that won't fizzle out until they both calm down.]

[ Right now, edging on the notes of her scent, pulling his way into the smell of her, and drawn into the need that it gives him... he doesn't care about her getting pregnant either. Hell, it seems like he should get her pregnant. It's something he'll think on later and need to rectify.

Right now, though, he was wedged inside of her and trying to pull out a little, slowly, because there's a build up of both of their collected fluids sort of build up, held up, and only slowly flowing around his dick. It's drawn out process, not through any intention of his, but just because of his biology.

And her own pulling him back in ]

Wait.

[This is a mess, right? It kind of feels like one to her because on one hand she really doesn't want him to leave, to let that go felt like the end of the world but there's also probably at least seventeen different muscles in her hips she wasn't aware of until Basara.]

Just -

[Can't they just fuck again? It's basically a suicidal desire at the moment but it's there all the same.]

Fuck.

[ Wait.

He grunts, and he stops moving out of her at the command, mostly because it's hard to do that anyway. The straight suction noise which happens between her legs and how much that relative ceasing of movement must hurt her is put on highlight. After all, right now, she feels tight enough to feel a little painful to him too.

Just a little.

But all the same, he grunts and, ]

You're a little bit crazy.

I really apparently really am. [Fuck her fuck her fuck her fuck-]

It's just ... [She takes a deep breathe and tries to ignore whatever psychotic part of her that wants him to keep ramming into her until he's dumped every millimeter of cum inside of her.]

Okay, okay.

[She pushes at him a little because hopefully if there's some actual space between their bodies her hormones will stop trying to kill the rest of her in pursuit of epic sex, and she's finally getting herself to relax properly.]

Well I could fuck you again. It'd feel good for me too.

[ He smirks at this - it's unbecoming of him in a way, but through the beard and deep in his eyes there a mad need to please her. But that need isn't focused on her, not really. As witnessed by the lack of artistry, he's a selfish lover, or at least is at first impulse, and he corrects for it. No, he wants to get her approval to break her down for his own pleasure. Because he can see she wants him too, and it's largely to tease her a bit for it that sees him pushing back against her push just a bit despite starting the pull out himself. ]

Oh my god you're a damn asshole.

[She says it while laughing a bit thinly, because she's not unaware of those lovely traits but, honestly, if she had good taste in men she probably wouldn't even be in Yori's house at all, so there you go.]

You're the one that wanted out in the first place.

[It's incredibly difficult to figure out if that was encouragement, discouragement, or a fucking challenge.]

I thought you didn't want more.

[ Apparently, it's now a challenge, and said with a little growled sort of purr. A gravely thing. Because he really could be quite an asshole, particularly given he was doing this to someone like half his age ]

[He's being an asshole and he's got the voice and he's challenging her in a little way that's as infuriating as it is exciting and also wow why are you talking dude just use her like a living cock sleeve for fuck's sake.]

When did I ever actually s-say that?

[This is stupid and they need to stop ... But she bucks her hips a little.]

[ . . . Some part of him knows he might run the risk of actually injuring her if he continued. But then, on the other hand, everything about her other than her age and her size invited him to do just that. And in the end, the later wins out, leaning forward to bite down on and tug back one of her lips, he gives a rough thrust forward, bucking himself back inside of her more, wedging himself and that back up of fluid back down her. ]

You didn't.

[ The implication being that he'll now, in fact, fuck her more ]

Jesus.

[It's a lot easier to give into the desire to do it than it is to pay attention to the not so mild red flags going off in nearly every direction. When she groans it's a little pained but it arches right back into pleasure, her knees dig into his back and she bucks, though it's a little weak.]

I think ... You're a little crazy, too.

Probably the second most of us younger people. [ A pause and he considers for a long moment before he smirks and brushes his chin against her, brushing his beard into her neck. ] Fourth most in the house.

[ Oh, he knows that he's pushing her too far.

But he knows he wants this, and he knows it feels good and he wanted more. His hips work up now, forcing themselves through her contorting, constricting body through brute force. His hands run down the sides of her scalp, his lips brushing around her chin and near to her lips. He pushes her further into the carpet. ]

Oh my god, you've thought it out.

[Because of course he has. Is Basara really exactly aware of how vaguely nuts he is? Because despite the ranking she doesn't think that the full scope is being grasped, somehow.

But more importantly, it doesn't hurt as much this time! Well, there is an unavoidable kind of pain that comes with the unnatural aspect of the pushing but otherwise, she's so incredibly slick, finally relaxed that it's almost a different experience. When he's near she's viciously quick, snapping up a little to get a real kiss instead of his bullshit teasing, and it's wild and a little messy, but that's fine. Or at the very least she doesn't care.]

That's in my nature, I guess.

[ Of maybe he was sort of... not.. really... thinking it through. That said, he kisses at her when he's prompted, and grinning a little in a hungry way as they continue to push together. He digs his fingers into her shoulders, and he slides them around to grip her breasts. He tugs hard on them, and his big hands make them almost seem small.

Oh well though, ]

[She ends up laughing at that, which possibly means that she doesn't believe him, or it's all just overwhelmingly hilarious, because even now there's an obnoxious need to be controlling him, to make him insane with the desire to please her, but there's just as much of her that's happy to be used like a little fucktoy.

Life is hard, man.

But it gets a lot easier when he puts just a little more effort into touching her, and it seems that her second round isn't going to be nearly as long as the first - it's an almost manic excitement that's driving her, though maybe it makes sense, since he's not catching on her body every other second now.]

[ Yeah, this was... quicker, but also less rough and deliberate. Of course, he was no more gentle and of course his cock was still this mammoth thing ripping her apart, but he now worked his hands, now had the place of mind to growl and kiss her, pulling at her lips by biting down. He squeezes her breasts with a hard grip, and pulls them apart. He digs his nails into her. And he gives hard, solid thrusts.

His pace picks up, if anything, as it appears her body is more allowing for it.

She feels good. ]

[Never doubt the durability of a vagina, man. It basically never fails. Because she apparently is accommodating him to as much a degree as the human body can be expected to pull off. The little jolts of pain that follow only follow the absolute, deepest thrusts, and even then she takes a sort of incredible joy at being able to feel that, too.

If nothing else she's at least a well rounded slut. That has to count for something.

Whether it makes up for the haywire nature of her scent or the fact that she's already graduated up into high pitched whimpers, signaling a quick orgasm - well, that's technically up to Basara.]

[ Hey, he's not quite doubting it, but ... well, he's used to people saying he was hurting them a little too much. So he's not surprised when she devolves to whimpers, and he snorts before making his way a little bit more into this. He forces through, trying t make a rotating friction to cum quicker. He wants to get his own pleasure before he ends up forced to stop or something.

Hugh.

And with a particularly hard push coupled with shoving at her chest, he brings himself near to another climax ]

[Oh thee of little faith! As if she'd be cruel enough to insist that he stop before getting his! But, then, they don't quite know each other like that, right? So he could be forgiven for not knowing, or erring on the side of extreme caution. This is hardly going to take very long at all, she does hold out for a good handful of seconds longer, stuttering into another orgasm that arcs her back, forces her to wiggle as close as physically possible.

It should actually be completely concerning that this man has managed to make her cum twice within such an incredibly small bit of time, though maybe it only speaks to her own masochism. Who can say..]

[ What can he say, he's just that good?

... No, not really.

But all the same, he grunts and allows himself to relax a little on top of her, sweating and panting a bit, brushing his beard against her and wanting to bite down on her or something. Maybe pull out or even rock his hips more. But feeling very spent... Well, he doesn't want to do even that.

Shit. ]

[wow her body hurts. It's not even just her cunt, it's like everything is creating a riot, making it's overall upset with her decision making incredibly well known. Shit, indeed.

But while she tries to breathe and relax herself, she reached one hand up to kind of muss up his hair, sort of pulling him close while her legs remain wrapped around him pretty tightly. Nariko is small, but he might want to wait to pull out, her thigh muscles are nothing to sniff at!

She looks at him though and ... Giggles.]

Made a dent, huh?

[In other words ... He's probably used to having to stop or barely get through just one round, right?]

A lot more than usual, yeah.

[ Because it's true, he is used to having to stop and barely getting through one round, and then needing to play clean-up with his mouth. Which isn't necessarily bad, but...

This was something different entirely, he can't even pull out, it feels like she's tensing and holding him in a little ]

[She laughs again, and it's an incredibly bright noise for as moderately pained as she is.]

I'm proud of myself, since you won't be.

[Basara gets one more kiss onto his beard before she lies back completely, closing her eyes for a moment because it's going to take a few deep breathes to relax properly, but he probably wants to be free of her, right? So they might as well work on it and not cause further injury in the process.]

You want me to tell you "good girl," or something? That seemed a little creepy.

[ Or maybe she likes creepy? She clearly liked being impaled... so...

Also he isn't being too cooperative on the getting out of her thing for a moment. As if she wanted him to remain there, or challenge her assumption that she did. After all, he's not only there, but he's also a plug of sorts to slow the flow of fluids around him ]

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