/jp/ - Otaku Culture

“Uu, uu-uu! Battler, the wind’s so scary! Hold me!”
Maria asked this of him once they returned to the guesthouse after a frightful venture in attempting to secure her wthered rose.
Considering this was coming from a cute little girl, Battler thought nothing of it. “Sure, come on over here, Maria-chan.”
“Uu! Thank you Battler!” Maria quickly scaled the massive wall of Battler, and sat upon his lap. He held onto her as requested, like that of a father holding onto their rambunctious child. It was a simple manoeuvrer, and so he saw nothing wrong with it.
At first, nothing unusual occurred. The two sat, happy and warm as can be, without any issue.
Then, Maria began to move.
It was a slow, soft movement as first. This wasn’t an unusual expectation. Battler, in his own thoughts, believed this to be not unusual in the slightest. Maria was a strange child, to say the least, and for her to move slightly to try and remain comfortable wasn’t exactly weird. It was something he expected of what he believed was an autistic child.
No, the unusuality began once Battler noticed something along his crotch.
It was a... strange feeling. Like that of a slightly damp cloth wetting your clothes as it washed them, only with the clothes remaining on your person. Upon a small, surreptitious peek, he noticed a slightly darkened trail upon his lower body.
Children can have these... unusual points where they believe this is fine, as they explore their own sexuality during puberty, and this is what Battler believed it to be. Maria, growing up, had decided to experiment a little upon sitting on his lap.
“Uh... Maria. If you don’t mind me saying-”
“Uu! What is it, Battler? Is something wrong?”
She looked to him with an adorably clueless expression. One which only brought to him the innocence of youth. No, this could not be on purpose. He decided, right then, he would not mention it to her. Clearly, if she knew nothing of it, she didn’t know what she was doing. Best not to bring such confusing ideas to the forefront of her mind, especially in such an emotionally intense time as what had occurred recently.
He thought nothing of it. A mistake on his behalf.
The grinding remained at its slow, constant pace, at such a point Battler eventually paid no mind to it, having slowly ingrained it into his mind that this was simply how Maria sat, a slightly nervous motion that she would eventually grow out of.
And yet, without his notice, Maria carefully increased the speed of that motion. Up and down upon Battler’s lap, leaving a damp trail as she rubbed herself against his legs. She couldn’t resist the feeling, the one her Mama had taught her about, this strange, amazing sensation that warmed her body in a way nothing else could.
Her breathing quickened. Gasps came out, quiet but unfettered. Battler sat unknowing, not expecting the little bomb that sat upon his lap.
The feeling grew, the warmth echoing throughout her body, slowly becoming a crescendo she couldn’t hope to resist. Her pace quickened, her gasps faster. Battler wouldn’t notice, he couldn’t notice..!
“Hah... hah... yes... Battler...” It didn’t matter how young, how inexperienced she was. She couldn’t keep herself calm, she couldn’t stop herself from quietly moaning the name of her unknowing ‘lover’.
Battler caught that husky groans of his name. “...Maria? Is everything alright?”
“...U-Uu? Y-Yes, Battler! I’m okay! Uu!” Her expression was one of confusion... one of worry. He couldn’t find out, he couldn’t! It would be much too embarrassing!
“...Alright. Tell me if something is up though, okay?” He noticed nothing. She gave her reassurance, but never stopped. Never ceased her methodical grinding, her use of his manly legs that she could not resist.
The feeling resonated within her body even more. Should Battler have looked, he would have noticed the trail had grown ever darker, ever damper than before.
Her movements grew fast, irrational and careless. She didn’t care, it didn’t matter..! No, she wanted him to notice! She wanted him to notice, to involuntarily grow just like Mama had shown her! Then... Then..!
She didn’t know what she wanted. And yet, the panging feeling of wanting Battler to respond to her ‘advances’ brought her, at a breakneck pace, to her climax.
“...B-Battler! Yes!”
She couldn’t avoid letting out his name, as juices came spurting out. It soaked Battler’s clean trousers, leaving him an absolute mess. And yet it was her mess, her marking that Battler was hers, and no one else’s!
...She didn’t know what that meant, but it made the feeling inside her grow ever hotter, ever greater.
There was no way Battler couldn’t notice that, though. The gasp of his name from Maria, the sudden dampness of his lower half, it spoke clearly of something he should have noticed, but had avoided out of naivety.
“M-Maria..? What was..?”
She looked to him with a cheeky grin, and a suggestive look in her eyes.
“Battleeeeer... Care to teach me more?”

>>38705209
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>>20069867
>Bite down on this stick of wood Maria, the GMs going in raw