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[Face it, Nariko. It was disappointing. Well, compared to this stride...]

Righting injustice? Hell, I've gotta catch up on how many years of cunnilingus you've missed out on?

[Boxer, you're looking into it way too hard, the only reason she's not swallowing is because she can't do that and watch him at the same time! In fact she isn't even very concerned with her cheesecake right now, all that really counts is driving Boxer absolutely nuts with pleasure. If she were a more altruistic person Nariko could just say it's rightful payback, but really it's just intoxicating, it creates a single mindedness that drives her to work harder and faster than she thought entirely capable.

On top of that it seems to grant her a little bit of creativity because, hell, she's already fucking the man, so why not go for the other option, too?

The end of his lengthy cock is resting somewhere on her free arm, right? So it's not really a big deal to find the tip of it and put in her mouth, sucking furtively!

Really, really salty things enhance sweetness, so she'll just enjoy her cheesecake even more once he's gotten there.]

This. [She motions to the boat, to the fact that they're together in his chair under a cute blanket.]

You're going to be all sorts of horny during summer anyway, so why not go somewhere nice for those months?

[His job is to literally patrol New Cloudbank's waters, though.]

I mean, there has to be someone who can do your job half as well as you do?

[Does he even get appropriate time off? Does he have a fair contract? Why wasn't she concerned with any of this beforehand? Shit.]

[Well, yeah, compared to human-human sex it was disappointing. Compared to pretty much all of Boxer it was more like watching paint dry for hours on end.]

I mean, a few! One, two ... Plus one more ...

[Three.]

Years. Y'know. [She hides her face behind the cup.] ... It's really not that bad?

[REALLY!]

[Oh no...

He doesn't notice what she's trying to pull off, as he's too preoccupied, reasonably, with her busy hand. But once she puts his sensitive tip in her mouth, he lets out a shriek as if she'd dunked him in ice-cold water. Even with how much sex they've had, and with Nariko's extensive knowledge of Boxer's (admittedly limited) mid-sex noises, she'll have never heard what's coming out of his mouth right now, which...honestly seems like noises of suffering pain more than anything else.

But it's not pain. It's the combination of feeling so perfectly good while a little unsettled by how much control Nariko has over his body, how he feels pleasure right now. But he trusts her utterly, so he has no real problem with this arrangement.

So when he comes, of course it's going to be one of the most powerful he's ever had. In fact, there's a little bit of a backdraft that threatens to rip his tentacle right out of her mouth if she doesn't have a good enough grip on it.]

Ah, I got some friends taking care of that for me.

[He waves dismissively.]

They'd kill to have my jobs, but they don't have to. They get my pay, I get time off. Everyone's happy.

[Except for the part where he's not getting paid time off! He doesn't really care, though. He has a lot saved up.

Like a few million saved up.]

[He rolls his eyes, then stares at her intensely with a matching tone:]

I'm gonna make you scream until you're hoarse.

[Yeah that does not sound positive at all and the instant he makes that noise she stills all over, it's part instinct and just part good fucking sense. There's such a thing as red herring sounds - Nariko makes them all the time when she's so over pleasured that she's literally crying right before orgasming - but it's definitely alarming when she's never heard it before.

It means that her grip is far too weak, and while her other hand has only slowed its movements inside of him the other just hands a little uselessly. Which ... Might end with him coming all over her face and neck and those other nearby parts? If so then it's alright, she'll remember to close her eyes and that'll be enough!]

Hey ...

[Is he - Okay? It's completely unsexy and probably ruins the moment to an insane degree but if she's hurting him then she has to at least keep relatively still!]

[He's so nonchalant about it!]

They don't give you paid time off? That's insane. [It also sort of doesn't sound right, because they're both employed by New Cloudbank, it's just that their areas of work are quite different. She gets paid time off, a really gracious income ...]

Boxer, you'd better not let them get away with mistreating you!

[You know what's worse than a teacup girlfriend growling at other people? A teacup girlfriend pouting at you because she's deeply concerned for your employment rights.]

Ah.

[That wasn't a response, it was just a wanton moan that came out before she had the sense to restrain herself. How the hell else was she supposed to respond to something that hot and fucking perfect.]

... W-well, now that I'm wet. [Deep breathes, think about - about quacking ducks.] There's not too much else but I should at least give you the proper tour, right?

[When she stops he makes an actual noise of pain, and a tentacle comes up to slap abruptly at her thigh. It's not painful, but the noise is certainly alarming--his hand comes down from the back of the couch and waves at her impatiently.]

Don't stop don't stop don't stop!!

[Come on, Nariko, he's mid-orgasm! Don't ruin it like this, please!]

[This is - Okay, 'Don't stop' is pretty clear so even though she's genuinely worried it's probably better to go with what he's actually telling her to do. So she doesn't stop, she essentially chases after his cock to get it back in her mouth, this time she's quick to suck down far more than she had before.

And in the same measure she goes back to massaging his prostate quickly, and that combined with the lewd, but inevitable sounds her mouth made for one hell of a scene. But that's part of the intoxication, and while she's doing her best to get (and this time keep) him back on the right track it occurs to her to ease her thighs shut a little more, and sort of squirm them. That way she's not throttling his length but it's enclosed, hot, and her pajama shorts are pretty much out of the way so it's just her skin that he's rubbing on.

Anything that might help is a good idea, as far as she's concerned.]

I do, technically. I just let my buddies taking over my work take the paycheck. It's not like they're my coworkers covering my shift; they have to sacrifice time at their own jobs to come do mine.

I think it's fair that way.

[He shrugs.]

Appreciate the concern, Nariko, but I've been navigating contracts all my life. I made sure that my current one allows me to do this.

[He hasn't taken a vacation this long before, but the wording of the contract allows it!]

[He's--taken aback a bit. She's got some really easy buttons to push, doesn't she? He didn't mean to make her wet! Boxer laughs.]

Sorry, I didn't mean right now.

[Unless she wants to get some kraken tongue action. He's not going to complain.]

[She's gotten pretty good at giving his oversized hose of a penis the attention it wants! Of course, Nariko's always been a fan of the full-body exercise, hasn't she?

His noises dissolve into a series of whimpers and whines when she starts tending to his prostate again, the gland subtly twitching and straining under her touch. They're easier to identify as pleasurable sounds than the earlier ones, and she still has at least a gallon of cum to attend to so he's clearly not done until it dries up. When it does, he's left panting and whimpering, eyes loosely closed as the rest of his body is slack, panting lightly.]

Don't...don't take it out yet...

[The afterglow with it right where it is is too good to miss out on--her hand gives a solid surface for his overworked prostate to rest against.]

[Pout pout pout!!!!

... God, Boxer, why do you have to make her accept that you don't need her mother henning all over you? At least she's willing to swallow the little chip to her pride. After all, he's right, it's not as if he wasn't smart enough to take care of himself, he'd been alone too long to do anything but! Still, she couldn't help being a little concerned.

But she'll have to do that quietly, and instead look at the silver lining.]

Well, that means you'll be able to take the time off during the summer and we can fuck like we're about to start a whole colony!

[A beautiful, beautiful silver lining.]

I know. [It's incredibly goddamn tempting but ... They're having a really nice time without messing around, and she wants to keep enjoying that for a while longer. While her fear of being stood up was impractical the concern that they might only be sexually compatible held a little more weight. To have it disproven was an awesome relief.]

Besides, I was serious about that tour. [She looks around her room and smiles.] Not that I expected to be showing off this place, I don't remember the last time someone encouraged me to give this stuff a try again.

[And she appreciates Boxer's support. From simply mentioning it to giving her a little project to focus on.]

[The winters of New Cloudbank are mild. Occasionally, it'll be cold enough to snow...but more often than that, it'll be a cold and unrelenting rain.

And sometimes that means you get rained in on when you're staying at your boyfriend's apartment on the weekend your period starts. Again, Boxer proves himself to be the perfect, ever-reliable boyfriend by telling her that there's both tampons and pads under the sink. He bought them just a few days ago, predicting both the proverbial and literal storms, but he made sure to cover his tracks by opening and disposing a few of each. It's not like they have an expiration date, so who knows when the last person was to take advantage of his hoarded goods?

The electric blanket--well, that's something he's had for a while. A plain heat pad doesn't work for muscle pains the size of their own zip code. He's in the process of bringing it over to his sore girlfriend on the couch, plugging it in and throwing it over her.]

Hi, babe.

[He leans over to give her a kiss on the cheek.]

Feeling any better?

[The Lunae clan arrived in New Cloudbank like a storm. An incredibly loud, boisterous one that could be heard half a mile before they were seen, oddly enough. Arranging their arrival, from the plane ride to how they would drive in to arranging everyone's things was an ordeal and Nariko, happy as she was to be seeing many of her young cousins, aunts, and uncles again, was incredibly focused on making sure everyone arrived in one piece.

Of course once that was done and over with the next item on the schedule was food, and then welcoming Boxer to their family. Nariko's incredibly grateful for whatever strings her boyfriend/fiancée has pulled off because the bunch of them are loud as fuck all while they cook and set everything up. More than once she has to discourage some of the slightly younger ones from inviting random sailors or some nonsense, as if the scent of food wasn't enough to attract a bit of attention.

When she can manage to trust them for five seconds Nariko heads outside, hoping to meet Boxer before he goes in. She keeps tapping her heels on the cement, occasionally she reaches down to mess with her garters a bit - they look nice with her sweater dress, but it's kind of useless to appeal to her boyfriend. It's not as if she'll get to spend a lot of time with him tonight but it would be nice to keep his eyes on her for at least a third of the night.

She'll need a strong start for that, so hopefully he shows up early and they can have a moment to themselves. Gods know the rest of her family won't let go of him once they sink their hooks in.]

Edited 2016-03-28 04:09 (UTC)

Yeah.

[She's not entirely sure she wouldn't need a good five minutes to work her arm free of him, and that's just more effort than needed for most of anything right now. Instead the most that she does is free her mouth, obviously, though not without giving his gold length a mild, half-parting sort of lick. She doesn't say anything else for a good while, she kisses along his mantle and up to his lower stomach, keeping her encased arm very still.

It's incredibly tempting to ask if he's alright but he came enough to practically drench her whole body. She might need another shower, even though it won't help help lessen the temporary staining. ]

So that was fun.

[To say the least.]

[He really appreciates it, though. It's nice to know that someone's gonna be watching his back even for the little...large things in life.]

Heh. [A whole colony!} Really weren't kidding about that breeding fantasy, huh?

[It does sound like a fantastic idea though. Something to look forward to every year: sex sabbaticals.]

A little.

[Her spine is screaming like a banshee, every inch of her feels fat and criminally unattractive, and she's spent most of her first day off crying at stupid Lifetime movies. She's also somewhat in love with Boxer's couch because it's huge for a normal sized human woman, so even though it took a good two hours to manage she's found the perfect arrangement of limbs that minimizes her frequent cramps and the overall sense of discomfort.

Of course there's nothing to be done about the fact that she's gushing blood and every good handful of hours she has to get up and put his convenient tampons to use. Given his increased sense of smell his bathroom probably reeks of blood.]

I'm sorry, I'm not a lot of fun right now. [It's difficult to want brownies, a huge, and sex all at once! After adjusting the heat pad on her lower stomach and pressing it in just right, she reaches out for him with the other arm. Some months she's prickly and doesn't want to be touched - this isn't one of them, and the rain is only helping her transformation into a needy kitten.]

So be it! [It's a valid concern, and something he was worried about too. He really doesn't want to end this date with sex, but he doesn't...really want it to end at all. Which is a good sign, but that doesn't mean that parting will be any less sad.

Boxer backs up his chair so she has plenty of room to get out of her office.]

Well, it's not your career--which means it's perfect for a hobby, right?

[He wishes he had such a productive hobby--but he keeps that thought to himself.]

[She'll pretty much watch out for every aspect of his life if he doesn't tell her to calm down any. Thankfully she's not the micromanaging type, but expect her to pay note to every little detail for any possible future use!]

Not really.

[Not at all, actually! But it's difficult to explain why, all she can do is flush a tiny bit.] I mean, it's not something I've ever been able to admit to.

[You say the word 'breed' to a human man, it means something a little different and considerably more terrifying, even as a fantasy.] So it's kind of fun to indulge in.

I guess so, but the reason it isn't my career is because I didn't feel very confident in my own skills.

[So in a sense she has to face her own inadequacies with her hobby-once-dream.] Everyone was so much better than me, and even with Lena pushing me I couldn't seem to catch up. [She leads him back out into the hallway, there's a bathroom just off to one side and a storage closet, so the best point of interest is her room.]

I got into my own head, and I couldn't handle it.

[So she found something else to do! It wasn't as emotionally fulfilling, but it was still fun and engaging. It just didn't work her brain as much as engineering did.

It's difficult to step into Nariko's room without noticing her bed - it's huge, much more suited to two people than just one, well covered in deep red and an off white color. It's a theme that carries through most of the room, with the exception of her full on, old school vanity, a tiny reading corner, and a walk-in closet. A good deal of her impressive wardrobe is visible since she left the door open before leaving. But the real star of Nariko's bedroom is the little balcony. It's not too much of one since they're on the lower end of her building's height, but the glass doors are big enough that even Boxer can roll right on through to the outside, where she's got a nice set of patio furniture.

The view itself is kind of interesting, at the top the city had seemed small, but from here it's the definition of a concrete jungle, all looming buildings and patchwork noises. Since it's not too cold, sitting outside might not be so bad.]

And this is why I deal with having an abnormally small door.

[Because her weird apartment has a cool balcony, and she spends an awful lot of time out here on her days off.]

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