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[Maybe it's just a little mean but she can't help grinning at the look he gives her. It might be a little difficult for him but bowling is fun! She's actually pretty good at it! And it's a sport that doesn't require a heavy duty sports bra, which is always nice! But the truth is that this is a tour and they should see everything! She's not really going to stop and bowl in the middle of the day.]

Man, it's a little more crowded than I thought it would be!

[As they go along they naturally pass whole groups of people, other couples as well as whole families.] I wonder how many noise complaints we'll get before we reach our hotel. [Because Nariko isn't very quiet, and she definitely isn't any good at restraining herself.]

Oh, they've got a lounge!!!

[And there she goes, making a sharp, quick turn that slows down very quickly, but it doesn't stop the little bit of of, ah, leakage going on.]

Shit. [JUST. Just excuse her while she keeps her knees together for a second.]

[Maybe later, when they're looking for something to do that isn't sex. But let's face it, they're gonna be plenty busy.

As they pass by a particularly screaming toddler, Boxer winces.]

Are you sure we won't be the ones filing noise complaints...?

[He says it under his breath just in case the mother is around.]

I think they have thre--oh!

[He almost runs into her with that sudden stop! He's been keeping active inventory of bathrooms for this very reason.]

Need to go to the restroom?

[Oh boy, oh boy, he's been waiting for this...! But only if she chooses to call it.]

[This is always such A Thing. On the one hand it's completely embarrassing to know that something is about to drip out of you, there's a loss of control in the idea itself let alone the execution. On the other hand it's exciting and a mess, an acceptable one that's sort of fun, which leaves her an awkwardly turned on mess, so there's really no shortage of fluids coming into play, whether they're in her or not.]

Ah ... [She doesn't want to, but it's probably not a good idea, in truth, to make a mess on the first day.] Y-Yes. Definitely.

[It's amazing how something can be humiliating and exciting at once.]

Men's room. Over there.

[He points in the direction she needs to follow. If she's wondering why he's directing her to the men's room, it should make itself clear as he herds her into the handicap stall.

Hopefully she's ready for a ride, because his tentacles come up from below him and wrap around her waist and each of her legs. He lifts her up off the ground to hover her hips right in front of his face, and uses another tentacle to gently lift up the skirt of her dress while the others spread her legs.

He opens up his mouth and licks up what's dribbled down her thighs in long, slow strokes as he works himself up to her totally soaked cunt.]

[She's not really questioning anything in moment, and wouldn't even if she was thinking a little bit more clearly. Maybe the men's room was closest? Something like that. Either way just getting to the door is a little bit of a struggle so by the time they make it into the stall she's just ready to let it go, panting faintly and knees shaking.

But he really gets her with that move and it's a blessing that she tenses all over in shock instead of relaxing a little bit too much.]

Holy-

[All he's doing is licking, but her muscles shake and then tense, when she groans it's dark and rather impatient while her hands flail to brace on something. One finds the wall, the other chooses the back of his head, though it's devoid of pressure.]

I-I can't -- [Good god she wants him to fuck her or kiss her or stuff her up with every single limb he's got, she doesn't know, but she does.

Just tell her she can, Boxer, and you'll get a face full.]

[He gets her thighs cleaned up and he brings a finger to his lips while holding eye contact with her to get the message across. He knows she's vocal by nature, but anyone could overhear them like this--kids and adults alike, and all they really have to do is peek under the stall to find out what the ruckus is about.

Message conveyed, he tilts the back of his head back and opens his razor sharp-toothed mouth wide, letting out a quiet:]

Aaah~

[Give it to him, Nariko!]

[She knows he's right, but it's not that easy - she needs the half second to really take a shaky breathe and commit to the idea of, y'know, not screaming her head off in the bathroom. Okay, she can do this - really! It'll be fine. Or at least that's the plan because despite her best efforts that unyielding rush of his and her come all mixed together yanks a sharp cry out of her.

But at least she's got the sense to cover her own mouth, biting at her forefinger to keep herself down to muffled whimpers. Later she's going to be incredibly grateful for his tentacles because there isn't any strength in her usually reliable legs, she's a shuddering mess while her body dumps out the come she's been trying to keep in, and it makes a direct path to Boxer.

It's basically fucking amazing, and if he touches her it will (as usual, really) be a record orgasm.]

[Oh, sure, sure...Boxer's mouth is big enough to probably catch it all in one go. But where's the fun in that? He definitely catches most of it, letting fill his mouth naturally--but he intentionally lets some of it dribble down his sharp chin, all while he (on his end, anyway) keeps unwavering eye contact with her as the marriage of their fluids drip down into his lap.

It might not be a complete record orgasm because he's gonna make a show of closing his full mouth and swallowing it all in one slow display, tilting his head back so she can watch it as it the lump slides down his throat. Then his gold tongue does a sweep to clear his lips of as much as he can reach with it, wiping the rest off with his thumb and slowly licking it off of that as well.

He knows he's leaving her hanging, but her wait will not go unrewarded. Since she's still soaked in their mutual cum, he throws her into the deep end by pushing two of his fingers--each large enough to be the size of an overly-endowed man--into her soaking cunt. It's not like she could be possibly any more lubricated than she is right now!]

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[You'd think after this long she'd have fully accepted just how much he comes and how much she adds to it but it's like a contained time loop - no matter how many times it happens and no matter how much proof she's got, it'll always be amazing. So while she does struggle to maintain eye contact at first and her expression has that hazy, blissed out quality to it, her awareness sharpens dramatically to watch him swallow, and catch the trails made on his skin.

Goddamn, it's beautiful.

And so is the instant gratification he gives her in that moment. Again, she barely keeps her volume down, but it's a sharp his, a dark groan rather than the all out whine it really deserves to be. Bless his fingers and even more than that bless his size overall.]

M-More! [She's wetter than a flooding river - he can push beyond her usual limits!]

[More, huh? He can do more. Her position will shift as his tentacles reorient her, bringing her hips lower down and her legs utterly spread eagle. Thank heaven the stall is extra wide!

Hopefully she's ready for the rapid stretch, too. He pulls his two fingers out and adds a third, immediately sinking it into her as deep as it can go, rotating and stirring her up for a moment before pulling back out to add his fourth finger to the bunch, taking a little more time to drill them into her, going deeper and deeper until she's stretched over his knuckles up until the web of his thumb. He braces his other hand around her outer thigh, looking up at her to try to figure out if she wants to be fucked like this...or take the next and largest step.]

[There's really no such thing as being ready for Boxer, but that's the fun part.

Three is okay enough, there's only a brief sting and, really, there isn't any real trouble with the fourth either aside from the immediate, almost alarming sensation of holy shit how can a body be this full. But honestly that was the goal, there's nothing like finding your limits and pushing at them even more even if it does make her writhe more than a bit wildly, as much as she can within the grip of his tentacles. It's a good thing they can hold her like she's a feather.]

Why -- Why'd you stop?

[Look, it's more than a little difficult to be cheeky when your cunt is stretched to it's human limits and you're panting like an animal in heat, but somehow! Somehow Nariko pulls it off, though it might only exist in the tiny quirk of her lips and the breathless laugh.

Reach for the stars, boyfriend.]

[Because, to them, she is. These things are capable of breaking boats in half with ease, after all.]

Mmm...

[But he's not very fond of breaking people. He's giving it thought and his thumb is...significantly thicker than the rest, and he can feel her already stretched to her limit. Boxer would much rather stretch her over his dick, which has a soft and even graduation, during a softer moment where they can take their time and really savor it.

A public bathroom is neither the place nor time to practice stretching.

(It's nice that he got off earlier, or else his logic wouldn't have been so sound.)]

Just waiting for the green light.

[Don't fret though, Nariko, that doesn't mean you'll get second-best. He drills and thrusts his hand into her, with enough force that she recoils in the tentacles' grip. Boxer leans forward enough so that he can lick at her stretched cunt, eventually coming up and giving her clitoris the attention it deserves.]

[Boxer why would you make her halfway regret getting you off. That's awful. Except not entirely because he's probably exercising better judgement, saving some of her internal parts and being a very good, thoughtful man. She doesn't have the mind to take their environment into consideration anymore than she can object to the course of action that he does go with, because it's a damn good one.

There's a slip of a laugh in there, half a second before he jolts her limbs in place, that alone would have been enough to get here there but any semblance of eating her out is just unfair. Whether she likes it or not, or even means to she starts to squirm, and the hand that was once braced on the wall scratches at it uselessly.]

Boxer! [She's done for, it's already there in her voice and the way her fingers card through his hair directly before she comes, because he clearly needed another little mess to clean up!]

[And a mess is exactly what he wanted. To be honest, he wasn't entirely cleaned up from the last one. But cleaning up the combination of both new and old mess is the perfect thing to do while she rides the waves and aftershocks of her orgasm, right? A warm, giant tongue lapping her up and making sure she's perfectly clean...]

Now that was the dessert I was looking forward to.

[Fingers still deep inside of her, he uses his extra hand to grab some toilet paper to blot off the mess that landed in his lap. When she's got a clean landing place, he slowly rocks his hand to and fro so that she can come back from the stretch gently.]

Pft! 24/7 availability.

[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]

Cuddles.

[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]

Gimmie a sec.

[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]

There we go.

[Totally missed the opportunity to have her lick them! She hasn't met her tongue quota for the day by far! But oh well, when he's sufficiently cleaned up and she's positioned on his lap she curls herself inward a little, all smiles. The addition of the blanket just makes it even better.]

We're cuddling in a bathroom.

[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.

[Afterglow level: 8.5]

Not for long.

[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]

You're great too.

[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]

Where to next, captain?

[It immediately shoots up to a 9.5!!

Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.

[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]

[One wonders what he has to do to reach that coveted perfect 10.]

You got it.

[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]

Oh, this is perfect.

[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]

[Who knows, but it probably involves buying her jewelry or something.]

Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.

They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!

[Electric toothbrush, fancy? Nonsense. He uses one! Mostly because plain plastic ones aren't big enough to get his farthest teeth. Gotta keep those razor-sharps clean!]

Hope so.

[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]

...Do you think it smells in our room?

[They just finished eating and she reaches for a can of root beer. This is nonsense.]

Of course not.

[She gives him a bit of an odd look because ... What a strange question! In truth it smells in their room! But it's, like, the ocean and the faint hint of Febreeze, normal stuff like that! It's not bad so why ... Oh.] What, these? [She holds them up.]

Boxer, these are for my purses. [Her multiple, multiple purses in her suitcase and back home.] I cut them into pieces and put them in the little pockets so it always smells nice. I've never seen 'Tropical Cabana' before!

[So she's getting two! They last forever even when cut, so it's worth it to get multiples.]

[You know you can just order root beer up to their room when they want it, right?]

Oh. Oh! That's clever.

[And also something he would have never thought of because he doesn't own any purses or man-purses as the case may be.]

Hey, look.

[Beside the menstrual products! Condoms and lube. After a brief moment where he takes mental inventory of them, his attention is brought back to the menstrual products.

...what are we gonna do when you're on your period...?

[But this one comes in neat bottle!

And excuse you boyfriend she wanted to discuss why you thought she would passive aggressively grab a scent tree instead of talk to you like an adult!!!! Except that's a very valid question, one that she had questioned briefly at the table before they got all distracted.]

Well. [She grabs some lube, because even though her pussy does a great imitation of a river at times it never hurts to have around.] I have no idea!

[So helpful. Much knowledge.] I mean, I guess the best course of action is to switch my implant so I don't get one at all.

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