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before • nature

⚠️ implied sexual content. nothing explicit, but you have been warned ⚠️

The ride to the park is packed with so much sexual tension, I can hardly think straight. Which should make sense because I'm clearly far from straight but that's not the point.

My name is Ariel Owens now. Hm, doesn't quite have a nice ring to it.

Prince? Ariel Prince sounds good.

How about Ariel Pennyworth? A tribute to my favorite Disney princess and the world's best butler in one fell swoop.

Ariel Wayne? Nah, too obvious.

Of course I'm only thinking about this to take my mind off of Lana's... promise. Otherwise I may very well force her to take me right the fuck now on her motorcycle.

She definitely wouldn't like that. I'd probably need to be punished. A good spanking always-

The motorcycle stops suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Oh, park. Yeah.

Lana's parked between a Ferrari and a tow truck - the one owned by our next door neighbor - and in the next minute, she's climbing off and removing her helmet.

"Ugh, helmet hair," is her first statement, glaring at the helmet like she wants to set it on fire with her eyes alone.

I take mine off as well and, as I suspected, the swimming cap I'd worn over my hair had mostly protected it. Mostly.

Still, I stick my tongue out at her, feeling victorious. Lana smirks. "I'd keep that tongue inside if I were you, unless you want me to take you right here."

My brain seems to kind of... short-circuit and I'm about to say hell yes when I hear children laughing. Oh. It's a Saturday. Of course there's kids in the park.

But that means-

I turn to her, wide-eyed, both turned on and terrified.

Lana's smirk doesn't leave, only gets sharper. "You'll just have to control yourself, hm?"

Oh, shit.

How the picnic basket survived is a mystery. I don't know how she secured it but I'm glad it worked and the the popsicles haven't melted that much.

We make our way deeper into the park, past children playing and grandparents doing yoga, until it's just us, the trees and the clear, flowing stream. And my raging hormones, of course. But that's not important right now.

Lana deliberately doesn't make any attempt to touch me, just eats, drinks a soda, and proceeds to start on her popsicle. In the most obscene way imaginable, might I add.

She knows exactly what she's doing to me. I refuse to give her the satisfaction.

...of course ten minutes later we're making out on the bare fucking grass like horny teenagers. The thought has me laughing into the kiss, and Lana pauses her very important ass groping to stare down at me, curious.

"Blanket, Lana. The grass is comfortable, but not ideal," is all I'm able to get out.

She pouts, then holds me close and just... rolls. Back to the blanket. Just like that.

"Oh, I'm a joke to you now?" Lana queries, but there's no accusation or anger, just teasing.

"Definitely."

"Someone needs to be punished then."

"Oh, fuck yes."

Lana is evil. This is something I know because she's extremely talented at taking me all the way to the top and stopping just as I'm about to release.

The pitiful whine that escapes me after the third time just makes her grin. But this one isn't normal. It's feral and downright hungry and I have to squeeze my eyes shut because it's too much- too much-

"Fuck, you're beautiful," she says, low and heavy and fuck, that does it, next thing I know I'm arching off the blanket with a ridiculously loud moan.

"What did we say about being quiet, missy?"

She asks this while licking her fingers clean of my... fluids, so of course I do the least sensible thing and say, "Fuck. Me."

Lana practically cackles. "Gladly."

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Double update to make up for my disappearance. Please ensure that you read before • what's in a name  first.