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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

I yelled out as I drove myself into you, loving your words. "That's right! Never forget your place!" I yelled, growling. Your place was underneith me. Your place was writhing, moaning, sprawled out and laid out. My cock twitched and almost bulged inside of you as it quivered. "Your place is here!" I screamed. My place was on top of you, giving you purpose, showing you your true purpose, showing you exactly why you're such a slut, for me.

"You're a slut for me to fuck and make pregnant! That's the only reason you need to exist!" I yelled out. In this moment, it was the only reason you needed to exist. As your orgasm came and tightened around me I bit my lip, trying to hold back for just a little bit longer, make things go just a tiny bit longer, until I couldn't hold out anymore. At that point I yanked back so hard on your hair that I pulled a few strands out(Not the whole fistful of course) as I howled, pulling your upper body off the bed as I bucked into you wildly, shooting my seed deep into you, straight into your womb.

I didn't let up as I pounded into you, fucking harder and harder until my entire body gave out and I fell down, releasing your hair as I allowed my body to crash on top of yours, my hips limply hanging on yours, my cock still driven halfway into your pussy as I fell around you, moaning, my cock twitching and throbbing deep inside of your body as I quietly moaned your name, my goal succeeded.
 
Gasping for breath and moaning low in my chest I whimpered softly, screaming full throated as you suddenly yanked me back up. Scalp on fire I writhed a new, bucking against you as pleasure and pain melded again, another small orgasm rocking my body before the both of us collapsed. Panting heavily and groaning softly a small sound pushed from my chest. With your weight atop me it was more difficult to breathe, but I didnâ??t want you to move for any reason, I wanted you to stay atop me, to recover from your orgasm along with me.

Hearing my name rolling softly from your lips I smiled slightly, still panting for breath as I let out a contented sigh and whispered your name. â??Ego amor vos,â? I sighed, words barely over a whisper. Through sore I knew that my voice would sound strange for the next hour or so, and I suddenly blushed, realizing that weâ??d both been screaming and yelling and Lowe was still in the house.

â??I think your papa heard us,â? I giggled softly, breathless as the endorphins began to fade. The small aches of before had given way to a deeper, constant, grinding ache low in my body and scalp. The pain would persist for the rest of the day, at least. I loved the fact that you would be so rough with me. You rarely treated me as if I would break, and that made me love you all the more: you understood what I craved and no longer hesitated giving it to me.
 
I let out a soft groan, panting before you whispered. Softly, I groaned, slipping my arms around you and moving, pulling you over onto your side. I laid beside you, eyes closed as I let soft moans escape my lips, blowing softly in your ear. I remembered when I hesitated for hours on end before I would think of being rough with you, or when you had to really get me angry for me to do so. Not anymore. I'd learned to dominate you and remind you that even if I let you be in charge sometimes, you still belonged to me.

When you mentioned Papa hearing us, I gave a soft chuckle, kissing your neck. “I'm not hiding it from him,” I said, smiling. “I haven't told him because I haven't needed to, but he'll find out eventually,” I said, letting out a sigh, placing my hand on your womb. I allowed myself to gently rub the area, allowing myself to indulge in that one small fantasy. We were both smart enough and responsible enough not to actually want to get you pregnant, but I knew it was your fantasy.

So as I spooned you, I softly let my hand rest just above your uturus and I let you indulge in that fantasy. As my eyelids felt heavy and I slowly let them fall and close, I acknowlaged in my mind that even I liked it...a little.
 
Smiling and sighing softly I watch your hand rubbing against my stomach, enjoying the contrast of your pale skin against my golden. I almost wish I really was pregnant. Then there could be a little version of us running around I thought sleepily, snuggling against you as I set my hand atop yours, curling my small fingers with yours.

Curling myself beside you and allowing myself to drift off to sleep I sighed softly, once again able to sleep soundly now that youâ??ve returned. For years Iâ??d slept by myself but now I missed being able to sleep beside you, it always made me feel safe when youâ??d wrap your much larger body around mine and hold me while I slept.

It wasnâ??t long before I woke up, still snuggled against you. Slowly untangling our limbs and turning I laid beside you for a moment, just watching you sleep. Smiling and leaning in to give you a soft kiss I carefully crawled out of the bed, slipping back into my clothes before making a dash for the bathroom.

One hot shower later I emerged squeaky clean, body still protesting too much movement, though I didnâ??t mind at all. Standing before the mirror and just looking at myself I let myself imagine that I was pregnant for a moment. One hand rubbing my flat stomach I imagined how I would look with a baby bump, smiling despite myself as I let my hand fall away.

â??Oh well, maybe itâ??ll happen some dayâ?¦â?
 
I whispered nonsense syllables into your ear as you laid your hand atop mine, curling your fingers around mine. I knew that you enjoyed that little fantasy of having a child. Maybe in ten years if we were still together then. No, I knew that if we went ten years, if you didn't want to start a career right after college, you would want children. But that was in ten years.

I murmurred softly, shuddering as I felt my member buried deep inside of your body move a bit as it softened, still laying within you, I let out a soft groan. “Aa...leanan,” I whispered softly to you, before I passed out completely.

It took five whole hours for me to wake up, but I felt... revived. A good nap, and having had you by my side again...Definately having you by my side. I'd forgotten how much being by your side put being a man in perspective. I used to just think of myself as a fighter. Not a man, a fighter. There was no other real point in my existance other than to simply do as I want, and to fight to protect Vision. But you gave me another purpose.

Sitting up, I smacked my lips, smiling softly, rubbing my eyes, my vision blurry as I looked around my room.
 
After the shower and my silly wish to get pregnant Iâ??d decided that it was time to clean again. From your room I moved on to Visionâ??s not surprised to find the floor strewn with various gadgets and mechanical parts. Twenty minutes in I finally gave up and returned to your room.

The moment the door opened I smelled sex. Smiling and closing the door quickly I looked about. So far the room was still mostly spotless, except for where weâ??d thrown our clothes. Picking everything up and dropping your clothes in the hamper it wasnâ??t long before I was once again without things to do.

At the far corner of the room sat a large bean bag chair that Iâ??d had a friend bring over for me. Curling myself within its depths I grabbed one of the books that Iâ??d brought and set to reading, knowing full well that I had a few hours to kill before you woke up.

Lost in my book it took me a minute to realize you were finally awake. Once I did I lowered the book, blinking slowly at you before purring and uncurling again, jumping onto the bed to press myself against you and kiss you once again. Now that you were back youâ??d be hard pressed to get away from me for a few hours, something I didnâ??t think youâ??d mind all that much, but I didnâ??t really care. I missed you.
 
I yawned a bit, rubbing my eyes before all of a sudden I found myself tackled. Yawning, I kissed you back, letting out a small groan before I was awake enough to know exactly what the hell was happening. After waking up, I looked straight at you, giving a soft smile as I slipped my arms around your waist. “Good morning,” I mumbled to you quietly, even though the clock said that it was about 6 PM. “Man, how late did I sleep...?” I asked alloud, though it was more a rhetorical question.

Pulling you into my lap as I sat up, I smiled, blinking and leaning in, sniffing your hair. “Aa... you took a shower,” I said, smiling as I nibbled on your neck. “You smell good...” I said the truth, happiness in my voice as I licked your neck, looking at you, my eyes still half-closed. I looked half-awake and freshly fucked, both were entirely true. “How're you doing, my love?” I asked, smiling, tenderly, reaching up and brushing your cheek with the back of my fingers, nibbling on your neck tenderly.

The action was somewhat sexual, but more than sexual, it was an action of affection, to show how much I loved you.
 
Smiling happily at you and snuggling into your body I purr softly, wriggling as you nibbled on my neck. â??That tickle,â? I grin, nuzzling your cheek and wrapping my arms around your neck. Cuddled against you I was once again as happy as ever, loving the way I fit against you. â??You smell like sex and sweat, yummy.â? Giggling softly and licking my lips suggestively I purred and snuggled closer, wriggling in your lap again as I idly played with a few strands of your hair. It always seemed that any time I was in your lap or anywhere near you I had the irresistible urge to play with your hair, something I usually indulged.

â??Iâ??m perfect, now that youâ??re back,â? I sigh, resting my head against your shoulder, nuzzling your neck softly as my arms folded to my chest. â??Just a little sore, though, right in the perfect places.â? Giggling softly gain and snuggling closer my legs curled so that I fit completely in your lap, using your body like a giant chair as I snuggle against you.

In truth I was perfect. Now that you were back I was happier than Iâ??d been in the last few weeks/ It was always hard when you were gone, but it also meant that I had the chance to make you make up all the orgasms Iâ??d missed.

â??But thatâ??s beside the point. Howâ??re you doing my sleepy, bed headed giant,â? I asked with a soft giggle, nuzzling your cheek.
 
I looked at you with a grin when you licked your lips. I laughed a little bit as you snuggled up to me. As I relaxed and closed my eyes, I reached up, softly running my hand up and down your back, softly running my fingers up your spine, enjoying the feel of your body, closing my eyes as you began to play with my hair. Opening my eyes, I gave you a soft grin. “You're always playing with my hair,” I said with some happy amusement.

“Sore, huh?” I asked, smiling and playfully laying my hand on the area around your womb, rubbing your lower abdomen, smiling as you curled up to me. Kissing your forehead, I cuddled up to you. “Oh, Leanan...” I said to you quietly, smiling. “What would you've done if I'd spent all summer in Japan like I was supposed to?” I asked, some humor in my voice.

At your question, I chuckled. “I'm happy to see you. I've gotten so tired of getting into pointless fights. But if anyone tries to touch you, I'll rip them apart,” I said, a vicious grin on my lips before I kissed you. “Because you're mine,” I said, my voice playful.
 
Giggling softly and bumping my head against your shoulder I continued to play with your hair, purring happily. â??If youâ??d spent all summer in Japan I would have been extremely sad. When you finally got home youâ??d have been tied to the bed or chained to me. I wouldnâ??t let you out of my sight for more than a minute for the next month you were back,â? I responded, face completely serious as I nodded my head. â??Youâ??re mine and I miss you terribly when youâ??re not here.â?

Pouting cutely and snuggling closer I smile at the seriousness on your face as you tell me that Iâ??m yours. Instead of protesting I simply snuggle closer, rubbing my cheek against your hair. â??Iâ??m all yours, no one elses,â? I confirm with a little mew, nodding again, acting for all the world like a little girl before suddenly sitting up, eyes wide with excitement.

â??Ooo, ooooooo I have new outfits to show you!! Delilah took me shopping and we found the most amazing store!â? Nearly bouncing with excitement I giggle and grin broadly, an evil glint in my eyes as I purr loudly. â??Youâ??ll absolutely love what I got.â?

While youâ??d been away Delilah and I had decided that we needed a girlâ??s day out, so weâ??d gone shopping. In the middle of the day weâ??d found a small store that sold costumes. In the back Delilah had spotted a dress for me and weâ??d discovered that there were hundreds of Lolita outfits hidden throughout the store. Buying as many as I could easily carry, Iâ??d been playing dress up for the last few days, picking outfits carefully just so I could show them to you.
 
When you mentioned not letting me out of your sight, I raised an eyebrow, wondering the logistics of that. Knowing you, it wasn't just an expression. “What about our school? I'm a Senior and you're a Freshman. You can't follow me to all my classes,” I pointed out, chuckling softly as I laid my head against yours, closing my eyes. I grin a bit as you react happily to my possessiveness.

I relaxed without saying anything for a moment, pausing before you said that you had some new outfits. Raising an eyebrow, I looked at you as you gave me that evil glint. “Oh, god...” I said quietly, shuddering a bit... before smiling. “Do you have any kind of Maid outfits?” I asked, looking at you, before pausing, then leaning my forehead against yours'. “Or are you going to show me why I'm your toy today?” I asked playfully.

Then it came to me, and I raised an eyebrow. “...Were you even expecting me to stay in Japan all summer, or were you expecting me to come back?” I asked, smiling tenderly, closing my eyes and taking in your scent. My favorite scent...I shuddered, already turned on a little just by seeing you.

Even though I was a heavily-supressed nymphomaniac even before we met, I never would have imagined being driven this wild so easily...
 
Giggling softly at your reaction to just holding me in your lap I already know what youâ??re thinking; the same thing I thought every time I saw you or was close enough to touch you. â??I knew youâ??d come back, but I thought youâ??d stay away longer. I was going to be mad and really, really sad if you donâ??t come back early, though.â? Nuzzling your cheek and kissing you quickly before crawling out of your lap, I practically skipped across the room.

â??I did get you a few presents, though,â? I purred over my shoulder, pulling a small box from one of my bags before crawling back onto the bed. Smoothing down my skirt and setting the box in my lap I sighed softly, obviously rather nervous, a very strange thing for me. The box was about the size of a shoe box and wrapped in black leather. The Onyx crest had been etched in silver on the top. Opening the small clasp at the front and opening the box the red velvet lining shone slightly in the light and five smaller boxes wrapped in the same leather sat nestled securely in the center.

Pulling out the first box I smiled, crossing my legs to sit Indian style beside you before opening the box. A silver bracelet sat shining against the black lining. Etched onto the surface was a small portrait of running wolves, a pack chasing each other across the pale surface. Though small the details were perfect, making it seem as if the wolves should have come alive and chased each other off of the bracer.

â??I had it made when I found out that you liked wolves,â? I purred softly, smiling at you and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear with a small blush. â??I thought youâ??d like it. Since you gave me the bracelet I figured that Iâ??d have one made for you so you could wear it without having to announce to everyone itâ??s from me.â?

Pulling the bracelet from the box I smiled at you, still blushing slightly as I turned it so you could see the inside. Etched in tiny words against the silver was my favorite fraise: Ego amor vos, Leanan. Setting the bracelet back in the box I pulled out another. â??Theyâ??ve all got that etched in some way on them, sometimes incorporated in the design, sometimes separate.â?

Opening the smallest box to show off a ring I smiled, pulling it from the box. The ring was a simple silver band but Celtic designs had been etched in the surface, making it look like a knot work of vines and thorns ran along the band. â??I found it a long time ago. Itâ??s too big for my fingers, so I thought you might like it. I know itâ??s not Japanese, but I love Celtic designs, soâ?¦â?

Shrugging and setting it back in the box I pulled out another, showing you the silver bands designed to wrap around your hair when pulled into a tight braid. Another box revealed a necklace with a delicate chain. At the end of the chain was a small winged rose. The petals were open to the sun, and the wings were black. In the center of the rose rested a small onyx.

The last box was another necklace, but much different from the first. Instead of a chain it had a strip of black velvet that proved it to be a choker. Set in the center was a large onyx with the winged rose carved into the center.

â??I wasnâ??t sure what all youâ??d like, so if you donâ??t like anything I can take it back and have something else madeâ?¦I saw the designs for a few of them on the wall of the shop and I knew I had to get them.â? Smiling sheepishly I felt a strange tightness low in my stomach and realized that I was actually nervous. Iâ??d gotten everything specifically for you and I hoped that youâ??d like everything, but in the back of my mind I wasnâ??t sure youâ??d like any of it.
 
“Presents? Isn't the one who comes home from a trip supposed to bring presents?” I asked. Which reminded me that I actually did bring something home for you, though it was a gag present, specifically a Hello Kitty vibrator. It was so audacious that I had to buy it, but that wasn't the point at the moment. While I wasn't terribly into constantly being surrounded by shiny objects, I did like nice things now and then.

“The heck? You really all out for a guy like me...” I said, smiling a bit, looking at the rather large box. I remember when Papa first saw you use the family crest; he did a double take, then went quiet...and when we were alone he asked if we had secretly eloped. The look on his face between when I said yes and when I told him I was joking was priceless.

The first gift, the bracelet, got my eye quite nicely, and I smiled. Wolves. I always loved wolves and dogs. They were so simple, but they did what they had to do. Loyal and obedient, but strong-willed, and very family oriented. The fact that my wild mane of hair, habit of beating the crap out of people and refined, graceful way of moving earned me the high school nickname 'Prince of Wolves'. With a chuckle I smiled, leaning in and kissing you before putting the bracelet on. “Thank you, Jasmine. And I love you too,” I said softly.

Taking the ring, I looked at it, smiling a bit. I reckognized some of the designs, but not many. When you mentioned it not being Japanese, I looked at you and gave a soft chuckle. “Darling, I'm pretty much Celtic myself, and besides, you're confusing me and Vision; He's half Japanese, and I'm an eighth Chinese,” I said playfully, leaning forward and ruffling your hair before kissing your forehead chastely. Sometimes I needed to take time out to remind myself that even if you did seem like a completely mature woman sometimes, you were also a little girl at the same time.

Blinking, I smiled at the hair accessory, reaching onto my nightstand and grabbing my hairbrush. Since I brushed my hair every day and used a really nice conditioner, I only needed to run it through a bit before I was able to pull it back into a ponytail and slip the massive ponytail through the tight silver bands. They were made for a braid, obviously, but they would do for now. “This will keep my hair out of my eyes when we're together,” I said very softly, smiling. Of course I knew you wouldn't accept that; it would keep my hair out of my eyes, but I knew how much you loved the way my hair splayed underneith me whenever you were in command.

“More jewelry?” I said upon reaching the necklace, some surprise coming to me as I also opened the last box, seeing the choker. I smiled, slipping both of them on. “This is kind of like a collar, isn't it?” I asked playfully, reaching up to touch the choker. “Of course, I'm wearing all this jewelry now and not even pants. It's kinda funny, huh?” I asked, grinning.

Of course, when you seemed to be unsure of whether I'd like it, I frowned. “Honey, I love it all. I'm a little surprised, but thank you so much,” I said, reaching down and lightly rubbing your upper stomach, able to note that you seemed to be feeling a little sour down there. “Hey...don't be nervous,” I said, softly, leaning in to kiss your lips. “Beautiful gifts from a beautiful woman, My Goddess,” I said playfully, grinning at you affectionately.
 
Grinning broadly I purr as you put each item on, the frowning, nervous look fading quickly. â??Iâ??m glad you like everything, but yes, seeing you in jewelry but no pants does seem a little silly.â? Tilting my head to the side and suddenly giggling I purr and look you over from head to toe. â??You actually look a bit like a concubine. Maybe I should get you some of those puffy Turkish pants and a vest. I can dress you up like a giant genie.â?

Giggling at the image of you dressed like Genie from Aladin I purr, wrapping my arms around your neck as I kiss you happily. â??But youâ??re not allowed to wear the bands in your hair when weâ??re together unless I ask them to. You know how much I love your hair.â? Softly bumping my head against your chin and sliding into your lap again I wriggle once more to get comfortable before using your pony tail to pull you down for a long, slow kiss.

Pushing you away with a little purr and licking my lips I sit up in your lap, smoothing down my tank top before looking at you sternly. â??Now, Mr. Sleepy-head, itâ??s time for you to get up and be social. Your mother has missed you terribly, and I think we made papa a little nervous with all the noise we made earlier.â? Giggling again and kissing the tip of your nose I wriggled once more before crawling out of your lap, legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

â??â?¦You might want to take a shower first, though. You smell like sex.â? At the last word I nibbled on my lower lip and purred louder, giving you a wicked grin before sliding off the bed. â??I have plans for you later, so get in your rest. Iâ??m going to be playing dress up.â?
 
I smiled softly as you purred like a kitten. When you looked me over and called me a concubine I grinned. “I'll be a concubine for you, my darling,” I said playfully, chuckling when you mentioned me looking like the genie. “But then I would have to be blue. Just get me a cap and a vest and I'll be Aladdin himself and you can be Princess Jasmine!” I said, laughing. I hadn't even noticed the same name until I said it out loud.

When you gave me the rule that I couldn't wear it, I grinned a bit. “Then why'd you get it for me, anyways? Well, it'll go good with my formal coat,” I said, smiling as you came closer, folding my arms around your waist. When you used my ponytail to pull me into a kiss, I closed my eyes. A year ago I would have responded to anyone using my hair as a handle via ass beating. Now...I might do it to you, but if we did that we'd call it 'spanking' instead.

When you pushed me away, I rolled my eyes when you mentioned making Papa nervous. “And whose fault was that, anyways? You're the one who fucked me,” I pointed out, putting my hands on my hips, smiling softly. “I don't think it's a problem, though. The silly outfits that Papa and Mom were wearing suggest they were outside gardening all day... but I should get a shower,” I said, standing and stretching. A good number of bones popped and I let out a low, slightly happy moan, stretching out before shaking my body and heading towards the shower.

“Tell them that I'll be downstairs to cook dinner real soon, and don't let mom touch the stove,” I said. You should know why the last part.
 
Watching you stretch I canâ??t help a grin, purring happily as I enjoy the way your body stretches. Licking my lips again and forcing myself to contain the urge to jump you again I brush my hands along my skirt, knowing that if I didnâ??t leave the room soon you wouldnâ??t get your shower.

â??Donâ??t worry, I wonâ??t let her near the stove,â? I giggled softly, following you to the door. Without the slightest bit of hesitation I gave your ass a slap before darting under your arm. â??Nice ass.â? Glancing back at you I grinned wickedly and giggled, darting down the hall before giving you a chance to catch me. It always amused me to do small things like that when you were in various states of undress, but I had a feeling youâ??d get me back for it later, though I did owe you a spanking.

Giggling at the thought and heading outside I spotted Delilah and Lowe working out in the lawn. Grabbing a large, floppy hat from where Iâ??d left it earlier, I set it on my head and headed out to them, humming and skipping over. â??Hewwo,â? I purred, plopping down beside Delilah with a smile, careful to keep my knees together so the short skirt wouldnâ??t ride up any more. "Bartiel said he'd be down to start dinner in a little bit."
 
I smile as you seem to be having to force yourself to pull away from me. I heard that as women get older, until they're past thirty-five their sex drive just bumps up higher and higher, so a shiver of terror ran through me as to what you would be like at thirty-five. Would I even be able to sate you myself at that point? I didn't completely like the idea of another man being with you, but you didn't seem to mind a threesome with mom so many months ago, so if you wanted to bring a girl in that would work out alright.

When I was spanked, I yelped a little. “Hey, get back here you little...” I falsely-angrily chased you to the door, glaring, although I was actually amused, and a tad turned on.

Shrugging, I got into the shower, deciding to worry about that when the time came along, closing my eyes as I shut the door behind me, stepping into the stream of water, smiling softly, letting the water wash the exaustion from my tired muscles.

~~

Delilah looked over, smiling softly at Jasmine. “Really? I was gonna make dinner... let him sleep...” At that, Lowe paled a little, blinking. “I-it's alright, honey. Let's just give Bartiel a few minutes to finish waking up then let him make dinner... please” he said, genuine terror in his voice. It was had as hell to scare Lowe, but Delilah's cooking got that job done.
 
Unable to keep from giggling as Lowe paled in terror I shook my head slightly, looking at Delilah. â??Donâ??t worry, he already promised heâ??d cook for me once he got back. You wouldnâ??t want to make him break a promise, would you? Besides, I bet heâ??s got at least one new recipe for us to try.â?

Voice happy and bubbly I practically bounced in my seat, though my stomach had twisted into a hard knot. Though I loved Delilah like a mother, her cooking was enough to terrify even Lowe, and I was pretty certain not even some mythological sea creature would be able to stomach some of the abominations that came out of the kitchen.

Grinning slightly and leaning closer I put my lips beside Delilahâ??s ear, whispering conspiratorially to her, â??You already said youâ??d help me pick out an outfit for tonight, remember? Donâ??t you want to see the look on Bartielâ??s face when I go completely Lolita?â?
 
Delilah smiled at Jasmine softly as she mentioned not making him break a promise. “Well...alright,” she said, smiling softly at the young girl. “I do like Bartiel's cooking...” she said, a look of relief coming along Lowe's face as he let out a soft sigh. Lowe wasn't usually one to show more emotion than frowns, blank stares, and smiles so small you had to measure them in millimeters, but for once he was looking as if terror had come over him, and left him.

When Delilah came closer, she smiled softly, pausing, grinning when she suggested dressing up in lolita, smiling and nodding. “Oh, I remember,” she said. She and Jasmine were going to pick out an outfit when Bartiel came back, and he came back early, therefore they were going to now. A shame, though, they hadn't done half the shopping that Delilah had hoped to do.

“Anyways, why don't you help Bartiel get set up, and once he gets in-the-zone enough to kick you out of the kitchen, we'll take care of that?” Delilah suggested.

~~

I let out a soft sigh as I dried my long hair. The darkened red locks were still damp and somewhat frizzy, as I sat down, drawing out a brush and brushing it out straight. I always enjoyed brushing my hair. Most people thought it was a boring, meticulous chore, and...in a way, it was, but I was used to repetition. A thousand punches to the punching back, a thousand kicks in place. Running through the katas until I couldn't move, then moving anyways and running through them a hundred or so more times.

But brushing my hair made me feel...well, pretty. It was embarassing to admit, but I was somewhat vain. I wanted to look good for Jasmine, so as I looked in the mirror, I smiled.. As much hair I had, it was hard to tell, but since I dated Jasmine it had grown nearly four inches. Mom and I usually trimmed our hair once every month or two months due to the quickness of our hair growth, but I stopped trimming it to see how long it could get. I would wait either until Jasmine told me to cut it or until it went from waist-length to knee-length. Smiling, I looked at my hair as I pulled one side into a small braid, letting the rest hang loose as I let out a sigh. I wondered how long Jasmine liked my hair?
 
"Good idea," I grinned, purring happily and wriggling in place as anticipation began to make me nervous. I badly wanted to just rush back to the room and dress up just to see the look on your face when I finally revealed the outfit. It had been a joke since we'd begun dating that I was your little Lolita girlfriend, and that was actually quite true. Compared to you I was still a child in almost every way, a hyper, nymphomaniac child who was more than willing to tie you down or shock you into submission when I wanted something. It was just the way I was.

Now that I finally had the Lolita outfit, I wanted to play dress up. I wanted to look like a Lolita doll and have you fuck me senseless. Sure, seeing your face and watching your reaction would be fun, but I wanted the sex just as much, if not more.

With a sigh I finally stood up, brushing off my legs as I headed back inside, impatiently waiting for you to finish primping and come out so I could change, but once I walked into your room I couldn't help but stop and smile. Though your hair had been long when I'd first seen you, it was getting longer. I knew from talking to Delilah that you usually trimmed it at least, but you hadn't for a few months so the added length and thickness only made it stand out that much more. I loved you hair, it was probably my favorite part of you, and seeing you sitting down and brushing it made me giggle.

"There you are," I purred, bouncing into the room after kicking the door closed, immediately brushing my fingers through your hair with a smile. "It's getting longer; I wonder how long you can go without cutting it." Giggling softly again and kissing your cheek I wrapped small arm around your neck, snuggling against the back of your body. Inhaling deeply and closing my eyes, I sighed, shivering happily as I wrapped the scent of you around my body as if it were my favorite blanket. "You smell yummy."
 
I smiled as you came into my room, looking at me. I was wearing a simple, white terrycloth robe which hung open slightly, my body still a little damp. “Well, where else would I be?” I quipped softly, grinning as you ran your fingers through my hair, I smiled affectionately at you, finishing the braid. When you wrapped your body around mine, I closed my eyes, slipping my arms around you, kissing you softly on the lips.

“Do I, now? Well, try not to eat me,” I said playfully, standing up as I held onto you softly. “I hope you diverted mom from the kitchen,” I said, jokingly. “...After all, if we ate her cooking, you probably wouldn't want to taste or smell anything for a while...” I said, pausing for a moment, noticing that your defense was down. A chance! I thought. With an almost lightning-quick move, I snatched you p, grinning an pulling my hand back while lifting your skirt.

With you bent over my knee, one quick motion, a loud sound, and there was a bright red handprint on your butt. “Hehe. Revenge for the slap earlier,” I said playfully, getting up and grinning, before heading downstairs to start dinner, not really giving a damn that I was in my bathrobe.
 
Gasping and wriggling the minute you grabbed me I let out a surprised yip of pain as your hand came down on my ass. Squirming and gaping at you I giggled. â??Get back here you tease,â? I cried, chasing after you with a laugh. Even though I wouldnâ??t really do too much in front of Lowe, I was most definitely in a playful mood. Instead of spanking you back, I decided to simply pounce, knowing full well that since youâ??d already rested and showered you would be more than capable of catching my slight weight.

Once at the bottom of the stairs I pounced, growling with a little giggle as I climbed you like I would a tree. â??That wasnâ??t very nice,â? I mewed, pouting at you. â??Just for that Iâ??m going to get you later.â? With a grin and quick, hard kiss I slide off of you, darting back up the stairs, leaving a stream of giggles to trail in my wake. Each time I moved I could feel the sting of your hand print and, upon inspection in the mirror I wasnâ??t surprised to see the red outline of your hand on my ass. Pouting slightly and giving a little rub I just grinned at my reflection, vowing once again to get even.
 
Dinner went well, I would say. I was still sort of exausted, and despite being in Japan for a couple weeks, I actually didn't feel like showing off one of the recipes I learned just yet, so I made burritos. Short, simple, and it let me get back to resting; after all, even though we had enough energy to have some rather rough sex earlier, I was still tired. Overall, at dinner there was only one important event.

“So, Jasmine's going to be staying in my room,” I said decisively, earning a rather surprised looking from my parents. Mom wasn't too surprised or irritated, but Papa was both. “E-excuse me? Don't you think that's a little...” he was trying to look for the words, but I decided to continue piercing. “You're worried we're gonna have sex at night, aren't you?” he said, giving a soft frown. Papa fut his fork down and looked at me, jaw dropped all the way, as I gave a slightly amused smile, my amusement drawn from his discomfort.

“Papa, if we're sexually active... then there's nothing that putting us into different rooms will do about it,” I pointed out, spreading some sour cream on top of the last of the three burritos I was having. “There's nothing anybody can do to stop two teenagers who choose to be lovers. But that's not why she's staying in my room,” I said, truth piercing Papa as he shifted, looking uncomfortable and awkward. Damn funny to watch.

“Then...”

“Because I feel alive when she's laying by my side.” That was enough to shut Lowe up and make him nod and agree, though he was blushing and sounding dumbfounded.
 
Burritos? After all the time youâ??d spent away, Iâ??d expected something with a bit more flare, but after watching you move about the kitchen like a robot, instead of your usual chef-gone-mad routine, I could see why. Either way, they were good. Besides, itâ??d given me a chance to sneak away and change.

After leaving you down in the kitchen to make dinner, Iâ??d darted up the stairs, quickly running a brush through my hair before pulling the thick locks back into two high, tight pigtails. Not bothering to curl the ends, since theyâ??d curl on their own anyways, I once again began the task of sorting through the clothing purchased with Delilah. A minute later, I had it; the perfect outfit.

Resisting the urge to change, I was down the stairs in a second at the smell of food, following my nose into the kitchen to wait for burritos impatiently. Though I was the size of a nine year old I still had a huge appetite, and the sex earlier had only made it worse.

My plate filled with four burritos, all smothered in sour cream and salsa, I set about to eating, not really paying much attention to the light conversation until your voice cut through the polite chatter. Blinking slowly and sitting back after a second, I simply stared at you, slowly finishing the last bite in my mouth as my eyes darted between you and Lowe. Of course Iâ??d be sleeping in your room, even if Lowe asked me not to. He couldnâ??t stay up all night to make sure I didnâ??t sneak in, and I knew Delilah wouldnâ??t have really said much about it considering the fact she already knew we were having sex. But Lowe? He didnâ??t know, though after earlier it should have been rather obvious. Either way, I sat back and enjoyed the show.

While sometimes Lowe could seem a lot more commanding and scary than he was, it was always fun to see him look uncomfortable, though I did feel a little sorry for him. It would have been so much easier if youâ??d simply let me announce Iâ??d stay in your room because Visionâ??s was too messy, not an exaggeration in the least. Oh well, it was too late to say anything now. Instead of speaking up, I simply continued eating, barely paying any attention to what was said.
â??Because I feel alive when she's laying by my side.â?

Now that caught my attention. Immediately smiling and blushing I smiled up at you, softly bumping my head against your arm with a happy purr as a familiar warm feeling rushed through my body. I knew you loved me, but it was always amazing to hear you say things like that when it wasnâ??t just the two of us.
 
Papa gave us pause. It took some time, but after a moment he nodded in agreement, with something of a light sigh. “Fine. Just... don't do anything stupid,” my much larger stepfather said. 'Anything stupid' being 'Get Jasmine pregnant'. For a moment Papa's statement made me freeze up; but I relaxed. If Jasmine had stopped using the pill while I was gone then she would've told me, after all. Beyond that, dinner went without a hitch, and I even had some coffee at dinner, which made mom raise an eyebrow, but I simply shrugged.

When dinner finished, mom offered to do the dishes, so I gladly accepted, heading back upstairs after bidding my parents goodnight. Heading back to my room, I smiled, laying on the bed, grabbing an old book of irish stories and beginning to read one of the tales of Cú Chulainn, smiling as I read softly, waiting for you to come to bed. I didn't imagine you'd be very long, though... or wearing very much.
 
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