Shinji\'s Marivelous Experience

Well… here I go again.

Before I start: his fic does NOT take place in the Rebuild universe; thus, Asuka’s surname is Sôryû and not Shikinami, Misato still thinks Lilith, who she saw thanks to Kaji, is Adam (and Shinji doesn’t know Lilith’s down there), there are (or rather, “will be”, considering this story starts shortly after Sahaquiel the 10th) 17 Angels instead of 10, the oceans are still blue and full of life (except, obviously, around Antarctica), etc. Pretty much the only element of the Rebuild verse is Mari Makinami and her Evangelion Provisional-05.

I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion. If I did, Shinji would have both Asuka and Rei (and Mari… and Ritsuko (who would also have Maya)… and Mana Kirishima… and-), and would get to punch his father in the face and get away with little or no punishment. And Shinji & Asuka’s moms would’ve been “resurrected”/freed, giving us the sight of a beyond-enraged Yui trying to tear Gendô apart for the hell he’s put the pilots through.

The character of Mari’s mother, who will appear in Chapter 2, is based on an OC from an old X-rated Evangelion fic I read somewhere, though she was not revealed as Mari’s mother in that fic as the Rebuild series did not yet exist when the fic was made.
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Shinji let out something rarely heard from him: a content sigh, as he eased back, wresting his head on the blanket he currently was on, sitting on the slope of a grassy hill, a grove of trees behind him at the top of the hill. On the other side of that thick patch of trees was Tokyo-3; he… they had come out here because it was peaceful and quiet, and had a natural beauty that, for all its advancement and wonder, the artificial steel, concrete, and glass of the city just couldn’t quite compete with.

Beside him sat an excitable middle-school girl, who continued to engage him in the light-hearted conversation the two had been having for the past several minutes. Shinji found that, for some reason, the auburn-haired glasses-clad girl seemed to have a knack for putting him at ease, despite her bouncy nature (and bouncy figure, his subconscious noted).

It had started when Matarael the 9th Angel had attacked during the city-wide blackout. While Shinji, Asuka, & Rei had been scrambling through the ventilation systems to get to NERV HQ, Mari had air-dropped in, piloting her quadruped Evangelion Unit Provisional-05, and engaged & defeated the Angel, her Eva taking minor damage on the right shoulder from a glob of weaponized acid launched by Matarael before ramming its drill right through the Angel’s body and core. When NERV got the city’s power back up, their screens showed the massive, spider-like Angel lying dead in the streets, the four-legged green-and-orange-plated Unit-05 standing victoriously over its recent kill, and the in-cockpit screen showed the pilot, clad in a skintight pink plugsuit, flashing a winning grin and the “V”-sign to the camera.

It was quickly cleared up and revealed that Mari had been training in the US for the past year, and had recently completed said training and thus been sent to Tokyo-3 to provide assistance with her new Eva. Within hours, Mari Makinami and Evangelion 05 had been officially registered with NERV-1.

Compared to the quiet, stoic Rei, the shy, self-deprecating Shinji, and the arrogant, hot-headed Asuka, the happy ball of sunshine that was Mari was a much-desired mood-lightener around NERV, her joie de vivre proving almost infectious (though the recovered audio and video of her fighting and killing Matarael while singing a jaunty little tune, and then tearing the thing open with surprising viciousness, unnerved a few people). She quickly made it her self-appointed “duty” to befriend the other three pilots; so far, this task, although somewhat difficult, was going rather well, if she did say so herself. Also, her friendliness with Ritsuko, as if they’d known each other, was answered by Ritsuko revealing that Mari’s mother, Tomoyo, was “an old friend” of hers, having been like a second mother to her when Naoko had gotten more deeply absorbed into work at GEHIRN, and moreso after the elder Akagi’s death. Ritsuko and Mari both confirmed that Tomoyo was still alive and, in fact, lived & worked in Tokyo-3, though when asked what she did for a living, Ritsuko would blush and change the subject, while Mari would chuckle knowingly and do the same.

Much more of a surprise for the pilots was the reveal that Tomoyo Makinami, Yui Ikari, and Kyôko Sôryû had been “best buds, closer than sisters” ever since meeting each other in community college. They’d kept in close contact even after Tomoyo became an officer in the JSDF while the other two went to higher colleges. Mrs. Makinami (actually, like Yui and Kyôko, she’d kept her maiden name) had served for 9 years, fighting in the post-2I wars against various threats, until her husband, Mari’s father, had died in the Indian Ocean megaquake/megatsunami in late 2004, shortly after Yui’s “death” and less than a week before Kyôko’s “incident” that left her a soulless shell; Tomoyo had then retired from active duty to raise the then-4-years-old Mari.

The fact that her mom and “Baka-Shinji’s” mom had been nigh-inseparably close friends came as quite a shock to Asuka.

Shinji thought back to an incident six days ago, when he had inadvertently opened the door on the girls’ changing room, catching them in their underwear. While Rei had stoically stood there and Asuka had covered herself, screaming insults, Mari had calmly sauntered up to Shinji, who stood frozen in place at the doorway. She had been smiling as she approached, and though Shinji didn’t realize it, Asuka spotted the subtle exaggeration of movements, and the absent-minded slight stretches and light arching of Mari’s back as she stood in front of the boy, clad in lacy pink lingerie; she was practically posing for him! The nosebleed that Shinji barely fought off showed that it was working; Mari was noticeably better-endowed than the other two female pilots. With a wink of one of her mirthful turquoise eyes, Mari had then slowly closed the door, again separating Shinji from her, the now-confused Rei, and the now shocked-into-silence Asuka.

When Sahaquiel the 10th had explosively made its presence known high above their heads, Mari had sortied alongside the other three pilots, and had given Asuka a much-needed height boost to hit the Angel’s core. Now, it was a day after the battle. While people filed back into the city after having evacuated the day before, Mari had invited Shinji to join her on a picnic in the grassy, forested hills just outside the city. He was increasingly becoming more comfortable with the girl as they spent time together, and she had recently started getting him to just begin opening up and letting her get close (physically and emotionally) to him. He’d been pleasantly shocked that, unlike practically everyone before her, Mari didn’t try to hurt him once she got through his defenses. She was helping him, in fact, lending him an ear as he hesitantly told what was on his mind.

Now they had moved past dodgy subjects for now, and were light-heartedly conversing. It was a nice day today, with a few scattered clouds in the sky, and a good breeze making the day nice and (comparatively) cool as the Sun began to set in the evening sky. They’d eaten their dinner while talking, and now lazed about in the sun and wind. After a little while, their conversation petered out and they fell quiet, just hanging out next to each other on the blanket.

“Hey, Mari-san?” Shinji broke the silence. “Why… why do you like me? I mean… how come you seem to actually… enjoy being around me? Most people usually don’t.”

“Most people are superficial and closed-off to what’s in front of them, then” Mari replied. “You’re a really nice person, Shinji-kun. I really like you.”

Shinji blushed lightly at this. “I… I like you too, Mari-san. You’re… you’re the first girl who’s actually been genuinely nice and kind to me. Ayanami is so… stoic, Asuka’s always insulting me or teasing me, and Misato-san is… well, she’s Misato-san”

Mari giggled. “Rei-chan seems to me that she doesn’t really know how to emote or how to interact with people. She wants to, but she doesn’t know how. Asuka-chan’s got a temper, I’ll admit, but I think she’s got some serious issues with trusting other people. Plus she isn’t really all that aware of what her different feelings mean… normal for most teenage girls, really. That’s why she pushes everyone away; I think she’s afraid of what’ll happen if she lets anyone get close. And Misato-san… well, like you said, she’s Misato-san. She’s a little odd, but I can tell that her heart’s in the right place. She really does care about you… about us. You’re kinda like a little brother or a son to her, from how I’ve seen her interact with you.”

Shinji contemplated these new perspectives on three of the women in his life. Mari added, “Though I really don’t see why you and Asuka don’t like riding in her car when she drives. It’s fun! Like a roller coaster!”

Shinji shuddered. Roller coasters weren’t supposed to make your life flash before your eyes. “I am not touchin’ her cooking, though” Mari continued, earning a chuckle and a rather emphatic agreement from Shinji; Misato seemed to think that her so-called “curry” made anything taste better. The fact that one bite of the stuff had KO’ed Penpen begged to differ; Shinji wondered what a penguin sees when it’s on the equivalent of a bad drug trip.

“But seriously”, she continued, “I really like you, Shinji-kun. Sure, you’ve got issues – you’re almost-cripplingly shy, you’ve got, like, no self-esteem, and you kinda lucked out in the dad department, but… you’re kind, you’re considerate towards other people, you fight even though you hate it just to protect other people, which is really brave despite what you may think, you always put the needs of others before yourself…” she took a breath, “you’re sweet and caring, you never let your hormones make you do anything stupid, despite Asuka-chan’s rather frequent comments to the contrary, you… well, what I’m coming to is that you’re the kindest, warmest, most gentle soul I’ve ever met”.

Shinji was awestruck at such praise being directed to him. He’d never considered himself to be any good at anything, and here Mari had just given him more compliments in less than a minute than he’d ever gotten in the years since his mother’s death. He tried to speak, but couldn’t.

“Plus,” she continued, “You’re really cute”. Shinji blushed considerably at this. “Sure you’re on the skinny side – the one time I saw you shirtless I could kinda see your ribs –but puberty and a better diet can fix that. And those eyes…” She leaned closer, her eyes staring into his. “They’re a really pretty blue… though it’s kinda sad how they don’t really have that spark of life that they had in that picture mom showed me of when you were three. But still… I like them.”

“I… I like your eyes, too. And the glasses… they actually kinda make you look even… c-cuter…” (He’d wanted to say “sexier”, but couldn’t call up the bravery to). Mari, whose face was now about half a foot from his, blushed lightly, and she smiled warmly. “Thank you…”

Without warning, she then climbed on top of him. “Wha... Mari-san?” Shinji lay shocked on the blanket as Mari lay on top of him; he could feel her stocking-clad legs against his shorts-clad legs, her knee-length skirt teasing the skin below the cut-off point of his shorts. He felt her rather bountiful breasts, clad in a thin cotton shirt and bra, pressing against his chest; he felt the pleasant warmth of her body through his shirt. He felt as she draped her arms over his shoulders, her hands resting on either side of his head. He felt the slight trace of her breath as he face hovered a few inches from his.

She reached up to her face and gently removed her glasses, setting them aside on the edge of the blanket. She gently, tenderly stroked the side of his face with her palm, causing him to relax. Then she gave a heartwarming smile, placed her right hand on his side and slightly under him, put her left around the back of his head, and then closed her eyes, leaned down, and kissed him.

Shinji’s eyes shot wide open. “Mmph?!” He stiffened for a few seconds, before he felt Mari’s hands gently holding him close as she continued to kiss him. After a few seconds, Shinji let out a muffled moan as he surrendered himself to the experience, closing his eyes and wrapping his right arm around her waist. Mari responded by taking her right hand and taking hold of his left hand, holding it and intertwining the fingers.

Shinji’s eyes again opened in mild shock as he felt Mari’s tongue working its way past his lips and into his mouth, but he soon came to love this new method, closing his eyes again as Mari pulled his head closer, Shinji tilting his head back slightly to allow her deeper access, which she eagerly took. Mari let out a slight moan as she explored his mouth with her own, loving how the shy boy seemed to melt in her arms, and at the same time enjoying further how he began to shyly and hesitantly added his own tongue’s actions to the mix, though she was clearly still the “aggressor”.

Shinji was in bliss. No-one had ever given him this kind of pleasure and warmth. Mari’s body, pressed firmly against his own; Mari’s warm, slender hand, holding his own; Mari’s mouth, doing wonderful things to his own… having been deprived of affection for so long, this kind of attention was heaven for him. They briefly broke apart for a few seconds, her tongue still half in his mouth, in order to take a few deep breaths, before she again closed the gap, eliciting a whimpering moan from him as she lightly ran her fingers up and down the side of his neck. She squeaked lightly as she felt him poking her in the thigh, and then smirked lightly into the kiss, deepening the kiss as much she could, which caused a light twitch in his little friend against her leg. She felt as she started to get wet from all this.

After another minute of this, they finally broke apart, both panting lightly, their faces flushed and their eyes half-open and staring into each other’s. Mari’s body remained on top of Shinji’s, her chest and stomach pressed tightly to his, their legs slightly intertwined as her bare foot absent-mindedly slid up and down against his lower leg. Her right hand and his left remained together, her other arm now softly “petting” the side of his face and his neck. His right arm remained around her waist, hand resting on her lower back.

“…Wow…” Shinji managed to whisper out. “Yeah,” Mari replied breathlessly, “Shinji”. He didn’t mind her not using an honorific; after this, it felt right to hear her speak closely to him. After a few minutes of lying together like this, she lightly pressed her thigh against his clothed erection. This got a light gasp from him as his face reddened slightly. At this point, Mari made up her mind.

“Follow me” Mari said softly as she gingerly picked herself up off of him, helping him to a sitting position as she grabbed her glasses, “And bring the blanket”. Obediently, Shinji gathered up the cloth and followed Mari up the hill, into a thicket of trees. She stopped in a small clearing, the grass mostly shaded with a few dappled spots of sunlight through the thick leaves above their heads. She gestured for him to lay the blanket down here, and he obliged, smoothing it out. She sat down and bade him to join her, and he lowered himself down to sit next to her. She reached her hand out and placed it over his.

She removed her glasses again, folding them and putting them in a case she pulled out of her bag. She turned to face him, her turquoise eyes holding an emotion he couldn’t quite place, a warm grin and a light blush on her face. “Shinji” she said, almost a whisper yet clear as day, “Would you like to have sex with me?”

Shinji sat stock-still for a few seconds while his brain tried to process what he’d just heard. “…Huh?” he managed in a near-strangled whisper, his face turning noticeably pink as his heart-rate jumped up slightly just from hearing this.

“I really, really care about you, Shinji” she continued, fidgeting slightly and blushing as she ran her hand up and down the other arm, though never taking her eyes off of him. “I do. I trust you. You are, by far, the nicest boy I’ve ever met. You’re kind, you’re sweet, you’re… gentle, you’re… warm. You’ve got this… aura to you, I don’t know, that lets me know that you’re probably the best guy I’ll ever know. I’d love to have my first time with you. I trust you to be my first, Shinji. Do you… do you trust me to be your first?”

Shinji was awestruck. The negative part of his mind – its voice growing increasingly faint – tried to tell him that she was just using him, was just going to toss him aside once she was done with him… but as he looked and listened, he could tell that this was serious. Mari truly cared for him, truly wanted to share this special connection, her first time, with him, and only him. Knowing this somehow made him feel so wonderfully warm and light inside.

He nodded his head. “Yes… Mari”.

Her eyes lit up at this, a wonderful smile spreading on her face as she crawled over to Shinji, gently laying him down as she straddled his waist. She reached down and carefully undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open and laying her hands on his bare chest. He let out a content sigh as she gently ran her hands along his chest and stomach, marveling at the softness of his skin. She moved them up and lightly ran her thumbs over his nipples, getting a sudden gasp from him in response. She leaned down and lightly took one between her lips, getting a whimpered groan from the boy as she sucked lightly and ran her tongue over it several times before switching to the other and repeating the process. Meanwhile, her finger gently teased his navel.

Mari pulled away from his chest after several more seconds, reaching down and grasping the bottom of her shirt. In one motion, she pulled her shirt up and off, revealing a lacy silk sky-blue bra holding a pair of bountiful breasts. She tossed her shirt aside, pulling Shinji’s now-loose shirt out from under him and throwing it on top of hers. She then sat back on her haunches and worked on the button and zipper of his shorts, undoing them and pulling them off to join the shirts, revealing his white boxer-briefs with a good-sized “tent” in them. She undid her own skirt, adding it to the pile and giving Shinji view of her matching lacy blue lingerie. His dick twitched at the mere sight of the beauty in front of him, and he felt his heart starting to pound.

Then Mari straddled him again, and gave Shinji a wondrous up-close look as she reached behind her back and undid her bra hooks, lowering her shoulders to let the now-loose straps slip off. She put one arm directly below her breasts to catch the bra, and then grabbed hold of the lace garment and tossed it aside onto the pile. Shinji began panting lightly as Mari arched her back, giving him a perfect view of her rather large bare breasts, which bobbed up and down when she broke her arch, letting her shoulders roll forward; Shinji’s eyes followed the bounce.

“You like them?” Mari asked, her voice sly yet with a noticeable bit of genuine worry, as she used her hands to cup her assets. “Yes” Shinji managed to breath out, “they’re beautiful”. Mari blushed and smiled at this, and then leaned forward, laying down on top of him like they had when they first kissed, her breasts pressing and slightly flattening against his bare chest, and she let out a slight, low moan as her nipples made contact with his. She pulled him into another kiss, their bare legs intertwining, her tongue quickly invading his mouth as he welcomed the intrusion. He wrapped his arms around her back and waist, instinctively clinging to her and holding her close as she again tongue-wrestled him.

When Mari broke apart for air, Shinji’s right hand had found its way down to her butt. Feeling the soft silk under his fingertips, he gave a light squeeze. Mari arched her back slightly and let out a moan, as Shinji then gingerly ran a finger up and down in the center between the two shapely mounds, his touch coming close to but never quite reaching his eventual goal. Mari felt a few pleasant shivers running through her body from the touch, and she arched her back more, letting her breasts hang free. Shinji took the opportunity.

Still nervous, but now operating at least partly on instinct, Shinji reached out with his left hand and cupped her right breast, marveling at how soft the flesh was. He gave a light squeeze, and Mari cried out softly, sitting up slightly and arching her back a bit more to give him more access. His other hand came up to touch the other breast, and he got to work, softly kneading and squeezing, running his fingers up, over, and under. His fingers flicked across her nipples, and Mari almost jumped as she let out a pleasured gasp. He did it again, and she moaned appreciatively.

Acting on an instinct he couldn’t quite place, Shinji partially sat up. He closes his eyes, and latched his mouth around a breast. Mari squealed and moved a hand to hold his head there and pull it in a bit closer, and as one hand played with the other breast, he began licking and sucking lightly, eliciting a series of pleased but almost desperate moans, whimpers, squeaks, and such from Mari. After a minute, he switched to the other breast, repeating the actions and getting the same wonderfully adorable and sexy sounds from the girl.

Mari was having considerable trouble thinking straight through the haze of pleasure. Ever since puberty gifted her with these bountiful breasts of hers, she’d been quite proud of them. The few times she’d had time between training to pleasure herself, she’d enjoyed playing with them, squeezing and tweaking with her free hand. But nothing compared to this; Shinji’s ministrations were sending a continuous cascade of pleasure coursing through her breasts to the rest of her body. His hands were so soft and so gentle, yet had an underlying strength to them that made this so much better. And his mouth was doing things that… ooh…

Her panty-clad pussy brushed against his groin, and she gave them an involuntary wiggle that made both of them moan from the sudden sensation; the fact that Shinji moaned while his mouth was around her left breast made a slight vibration effect that caught her off-guard with how good it felt, causing her to cry out and reflexively reassure her grip around his head, making sure he didn’t leave, as she ran her fingers through his hair. Shinji realized what he’d done, and responded by making a light hum every few seconds; the effect nearly drove Mari wild.

“So… good… Sh… Shinji…”

After another minute or so, they finally pulled apart, Shinji giving Mari’s right nipple a final flick of his tongue, causing another cute little squeak to leave her lips. Mari was ecstatic; she had formed a hypothesis that, once past his shyness and fear of rejection, and secure in the knowledge of being accepted, Shinji would turn out to be a gentle, attentive lover. And boy, was she ever right in that assumption. Shinji, for his part, was beyond happy that Mari was doing this with him; to thank her, his naturally selfless nature implored him to focus on making sure she felt as good as possible. He was very happy to know that he was indeed making her feel good, as that knowledge reinforced his own pleasure and also gave root to a small sprout of pride and self-worth in that he was, for once, doing something right and making someone happy.

After another minute-long kiss, Mari grabbed hold of the waistline of his underwear. Shinji swallowed nervously; this was the beginning of the main event. With a single smooth motion, she pulled the boxer-briefs down and off, tossing them onto the pile of discarded clothes. She then got her first good up-close look at her prize. It was a rather nice-sized (for his age) 5 ¼ inches or so, standing tall and proud, as if to say “Sir, reporting for duty, sir!” Mari stared with what almost seemed to be reverence at the part before her; Shinji blushed deeper when he saw the look of unabashed lust in her eyes as she stared at his package.

Mari brought her hand up and ran a finger up and down the underside of the shaft, causing Shinji to gasp, twitch, and shiver. She then wrapped her hand around it, and he let out a sighing moan. She pumped her hand up and down a few times, and he groaned in pleasure. And then she leaned forward and gave the head a lick. Shinji’s hips twitched and his toes briefly curled; this repeated when she ran her tongue along the same path as her earlier finger a few times. She moved up, kissed the head, and took it into her mouth.

Shinji gasped and shuddered from the sensation of Mari’s mouth engulfing his penis, moreso when she moved her head downward, taking more of the shaft past her tight, soft lips and into her mouth, running her tongue up and down and over the organ inside her mouth. She began to lightly bob her head up and down, causing a considerable reaction in her boy, as he made rather effeminate moans and squeaks as she worked, the sounds increasing her arousal and driving her forward, as she enjoyed the taste of the hot, thick thing in her mouth.

Shinji’s mind was barely coherent at this point, clouded by a haze of encompassing pleasure as he felt her licking and sucking along the entire length of his shaft. Mari hummed lightly, and the vibration caused Shinji’s back to arch a bit as he made his pleasure known vocally. She began to use her free hand to gently caress and fondle his balls, getting the same splendid reaction from him.

After a little while of this, Mari could tell, from the subtle changes in how Shinji’s cock behaved in her mouth, the palpable tightening in his scrotum, and the increased pitch of the sounds coming from his mouth, that he was very close. Here, Mari’s mischievous sense and love of surprising people came into play, and as he neared his climax, she teased his hole with a finger from the hand fondling his testicles, and then slipped it in up to the first knuckle.

The response was sudden and gratifying. Shinji’s eyes shot wide and he squealed at the sudden intrusion, and a split second later he came, crying out in his high voice that Mari found oh so cute as she felt the spurts of thick, hot stuff filling her mouth, giving her a taste that was unexpectedly pleasant, so much so that she near-greedily took it, swallowing every drop as she continued to suck, lick, fondle, squeeze, and wiggle her fingertip, all in order to get as much of this tasty new delight as possible. All the while, her boy’s moans, whimpers, and squeaks continued unabated, driving her on.

As the flow tapered off and came to an end, Mari finally, slowly pulled away, letting Shinji’s penis flop lazily out, as she almost reluctantly removed her hand from its position between his legs. She sat straight up, closing her eyes as she savored the taste still in her mouth, letting out an appreciative moan. She looked down, noticing Shinji staring at her through half-lidded eyes, panting lightly, his face still a little flushed.

Mari gave some odd fusion of her standard sly smirk and her real, warm smile. She sat back, her legs spread wide to reveal her sky-blue silk panties, which now had a noticeable dark spot in the center. She raised her hips slightly as she hooked her thumbs through the waistband, and then, keeping her eyes locked on Shinji’s, she pulled the panties off and tossed them aside to the pile, leaving her fully uncovered in her true glory before the eyes of her special boy.

Shinji stared, wide-eyed at the sight before him. Mari beckoned him to come closer as she lay back, spreading her legs as he came over, to give him a full, unimpeded view of her pussy. Shinji looked upon it like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen; to him, it was; pale pink, glistening wet, sitting below a small and very well-trimmed triangle of hair. At the top, a tiny little nub just barely poked its head out to say hello. Mari was, at this point, expecting him to let his instincts take over and take her right then and there.

She was, to her great and pleasant surprise, wrong.

Mari felt curiosity and a bit of apprehension when she felt Shinji prop himself up on his elbows, his face a few inches from her pussy. And then she cried out in surprise and pleasure when he leaned forward and gave a slow, testing lick from bottom to top. Licking his lips, Shinji realized that while he had certainly never tasted anything like it before, he most certainly liked it. With that, he moved his hands to grasp her hips, and he went back in, running his rather skillful tongue up and down again. This was rewarded by another whimpering moan from Mari; as Shinji had come to quite enjoy the various sounds she made when pleasured, this, combined with the reassurance that he was indeed making Mari feel good, was further incentive for him. With that, he got to work.

Mari twitched and whimpered and squeaked and moaned, as Shinji continued to work his magic. He experimented, quickly finding what got the best reactions from her and sticking to it. Mari used a free hand to start kneading her breast, as she moaned aloud from the sensations coursing through her core.

After a while of this, she managed to get out “F- ahn! F… fingers… Use- ooh, Shinji!!” And he was happy to oblige, bringing a hand up and inserting a finger into her pussy, drawing a short squeal from Mari. He marveled at the hot, wet, tight softness surrounding his finger, as he pumped it in and out a few times, wiggling it around. He added a second finger, and his mouth’s attention shifted to that little nub he saw earlier. Tentatively, he gave it a flick with his tongue.

Mari’s response was to cry out and struggle not to squish Shinji’s head with her thighs. Knowing he’d found the sweet spot, Shinji focused his attention there, oh-so-lightly licking and sucking that little nub, while one of the two fingers he had inside her curled and rubbed against the front wall of her pussy, the two combined treatments driving Mari wild, Shinji’s name managing to occasionally come out of her mouth coherently, but usually swallowed up by whimpers and squeaks.

“G-gonna… c-come… Shin-ah!” Shinji decided to finish with a flourish, pressing his finger against her g-spot and rubbing quickly, while at the same time sucking on her clit while maximizing his tongue’s contact with it thanks to that little “taco-shape” tongue-folding trick he’d somehow learned to do a few years back.

The reaction was sudden, intense, and oh so gratifying.

Mari’s back and hips arched clear off the ground, a scream of pleasure erupting from her lips as she came, her entire body shaking as Shinji’s mouth latched onto and around her pussy, eagerly consuming the rush of oddly-appealing fluid. Mari’s eyes rolled back slightly as he continued to tease and lick even while she came, his hands holding her hips in place as he worked.

After what seemed like the better part of half a minute, Mari finally came down from her orgasmic high. She lay back down on the blanket, panting as “aftershocks” sent tiny sparks of pleasure through her body. Shinji sat up, licking his lips, and he gave her something that she had made it her mission to get as much of from him as possible: a warm, genuine smile. It proved contagious, as Mari returned the gesture, the two locking eyes again.

Slowly, gingerly, Mari got up onto her hands and knees, crawling over and gently easing Shinji down and onto his back, as she then climbed atop him, her pussy pressing against the bottom of his now-ready cock. She leaned down to briefly kiss him, and then, resting on her knees, raising her hips up. She used her hand and grasped hold of his penis, positioning it so the head just barely poked her slit. She very slowly lowered down so that the head was taken in halfway. Both let out a light moan.

And then she let herself drop, burying Shinji in her up to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Both cried out in the sudden surge of sensations cascading through their bodies. Mari was glad that her hymen had been torn half a year back during a rather strenuous training exercise, so there was no pain to get in the way of this pleasure. As it was, she felt the hot, thick rod go all the way in her, filling her and stretching her out in an exquisite feeling that had her entire body quivering. Shinji’s cock twitched inside her, further increasing the pleasure. She could feel that the tip was just a few millimeters from her womb.

Shinji felt like he’d gone to heaven. One second he’d felt the tease of hot, wet warmth at the head of his penis, and the next his entire shaft was enveloped in a tight, wet, hot paradise that squeezed him from all directions and pulsed lightly along with Mari’s heartbeat. He gasped for breath as the sensation nearly overwhelmed him. This was furthered when Mari rose her hips up so that he was almost out of her, and then came back down again almost to the bottom.

She started a rhythm, slow at first but gradually increasing in speed, as Shinji’s hands found her hips and he worked to contribute to the movements, thrusting his hips up slightly every time they came together.

They soon got up to speed, Mari letting loose a constant stream of whimpers, moans, and squeaks as they kept going, as each time Shinji thrusted into her it seemed to shoot a pulse of pleasure throughout her entire body. She leaned down, resting her arms on either side of his head as her hips and his continued to move together. Seeing an opportunity, Shinji briefly removed one of his busy hands and took hold of one of her swaying breasts, bringing it to his mouth before returning the hand to hold her hips. He began to suckle and lick, sending Mari further into ecstasy, her cries of pleasure and passion growing in intensity.

After a few minutes of work, Mari felt her climax building. She sped up the motions of her hips, and Shinji responded in kind, as she pulled her breast away from his teasing lips and kissed him deeply. Finally, she reared back, arched her back, and cried out his name as she had the biggest orgasm she’d ever experienced, the pulses of pleasure cascading throughout her body, making it seemed like every nerve ending cried out in ecstasy.

The feeling of Mari’s walls clamping tight over and over in rhythmic pulses, accompanied by her cries of unending pleasure, send Shinji over the edge. He cried out, back arching slightly, as he came hard inside her, her inner workings seeming to match their pulsing perfectly with the waves of pleasure that radiated out from his cock to the rest of his body. The feeling of his seed, hot and thick and oh so much of it, filling her insides up, helped to strengthen and lengthen Mari’s orgasm (she would later be quite thankful that she had started on The Pill a while before this moment, in preparation), as the two rode out the most powerful sensations they’d ever felt, together in each other’s grasp.

After what seemed like forever, the two teen pilots finally came down from the soaring heights of pleasure they’d just flown through. Mari collapsed forward onto Shinji, his softening dick sliding out of her, his arms moving to hold her around the waist, the both of them panting and quivering as the fading waves of pleasure still rebounded throughout their bodies. After a while of just holding each other like this, Mari propped herself up on her shaky elbows on either side of his head, content to just stare into his eyes for a bit. He tilted his head up ever so slightly, wordlessly requesting a kiss, which she wholeheartedly gave, one of his hands coming up to rest on the back of her head. Despite being a deep kiss, it was more subdued than the earlier, passion-fueled ones, slow and sensual as she tenderly explored his mouth and made their tongues dance.

After a while, they broke the kiss, choosing to revel in each other’s embrace. Several minutes later, Mari finally broke the silence.

“Shinji?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna be my boyfriend? And I mean not just sexual, but romance and stuff?”

He was quiet for a few seconds. “Are you sure? I mean… I’m not… you deserve be-”

“Stop right there, Shinji. I’m not getting someone ‘better’… because you are the best. I need you. I want you. I…” she swallowed, slightly nervous about what she was about to say, as she looked him in the eyes to show him that she meant it:

“I love you, Shinji.”

Shinji’s breath caught in his throat as he stared up at the warm, caring face in front of him. He managed to barely choke out a few words.

“Y-you… re-really…” He briefly feared that she was lying, that she was manipulating him like so many other people in his life. But then he looked into her eyes, and he could tell, without a doubt, that she meant everything she’d said. At this revelation, a small, choked sob came from his throat, and the purest smile formed on his face as a few tears of joy ran down from his eyes. After a few seconds, he just barely managed to whisper out “I love you too” as she pulled him into another kiss.

The kiss started out tender but quickly grew heated and passionate, Mari again taking the initiate. After several seconds she rolled the both of them over, so that Shinji now lay on top of her; his feet brushed against her ankles, as he was about four inches shorter than her. She had one arm wrapped around him, the hand lightly running up and down his back, and he moaned into the kiss as her other hand found his backside and kneaded, rubbed, & squeezed.

She brought his head up and pulled it close, blowing on his ear and then reaching out to nibble on his earlobe. He whimpered and sighed at the new feeling. She then ran a finger around the small of his back, making him arch up, giving her access to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, finding a spot on the side and near his shoulders and focusing her attention on that spot, kissing and sucking there for several seconds. When she pulled away, a small red mark was there. Even with her mind partially clouded by lust, Mari still remembered that Shinji didn’t like attention from crowds, and thus made sure that the hickey she gave him was in a spot that his school shirt’s collar would cover up.

She felt his penis, now hard again, pressing against her belly. She moaned lightly as she felt a hand caressing her left breast, and she then cried out as she felt Shinji’s leg pressing into and rubbing against her groin. Finally, she managed to speak:

“Please. Join with me again, Shinji.”

Shinji softly nodded and got on his hands & knees over Mari. She eased back, spreading her legs and bending her knees, making it so that he would have optimum access to her. Getting down on his elbows, his arms hooked under hers and her breasts lightly pressing against his chest, he inserted the tip inside her, and then quickly pushed himself the rest of the way. Both moaned aloud, Mari’s arms coming up to encircle Shinji and hold him close, pressing their bodies tightly together as he filled her.

He panted as he basked in the glow of that sacred sensation, her insides and her arms gripping him tight, her toned legs mingled with his, and her soft breasts pressed against his body. He cracked his eyes open and looked down at hers, seeing them sort of glazed over yet still looking at him lovingly. He pulled out mostly, and then thrusted back in, both of them vocalizing their appreciation of the feeling. Recalling the earlier run, he worked to get a rhythm going, feeling that wonderful tight warmth enveloping him every time he went in.

Mari used a hand to pull Shinji’s head closer, again claiming his lips as he claimed her body. This time his tongue came out to meet hers instead of waiting, and the kiss quickly became just as hot & heavy as what was going on below, their moans and other noises partly muffled by each other’s lips as he got up to speed in his thrusting, his arms coming under to wrap around her and hold her tight.

After a short while of this, their kiss broke apart as Mari struggled to form words of instruction to him.

“H-harder… Shin-nnngh Shinji… F… Faster… Don’t – ahn – don’t… h-hold ba-aah!”

Shinji obliged, trying hard to move faster and deeper, as Mari braced her hips and worked to thrust back, further increasing the depth and intensity of each meeting. He began to bottom out with each thrust, their hips meeting each time. Mari gasped and quivered every time we went in, her entire body shuddering as he managed to reach her womb with many of his thrusts.

Mari was close; she could feel it. And she could feel that Shinji was getting close, too. She brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist and making each movement as deep and hard as possible, now crying out in pleasure with each strike. As they neared the end, Shinji went in as deep and fast as he could, the sound of their hips smacking together being drowned out by the short screams of pleasure Mari let out as each hit touched her core.

Finally, she tightened her legs around him and pulled him so close as if they were trying to merge, the head of his dick kissing her cervix as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had finally hit, her body arching back and pressing tightly against him as a drawn-out scream of pure ecstasy escaped her lips, her eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids as the waves of pleasure flooded throughout her entire body.

Shinji felt Mari acting to make every single part of her body be pressed as closely as possible to his own, and he felt as the hot, wet walls surrounding his member tightened and pulsed around him, bringing him to his own powerful climax, his arms holding her tightly to him as he cried out her name, filling her up as the pulses of pleasure ran through him. Mari felt the powerful bursts of cum filling her and hitting her womb, and this strengthened her own climax, as she reveled in the warmth filling her lower belly, her pussy greedily working to draw every last drop out of him.

After what seemed to them like forever (and they kinda wished that it had gone on forever), the seemingly-endless cascading waves of ecstasy and warmth finally slowed, the two of them collapsing to the blanket below, him on top of her, both gasping for breath as their bodies continued to twitch and quiver from the wonderful sensations still running through them. She held him close, her legs sliding down his while her arms rested across his mid and lower back, her feet gently rubbing against his. She slid him down slightly, having him use her breasts as a pillow, the both of them lost in the blissful contentment that came with holding each other.

After a 40-minute nap like this followed by 20 more minutes of just laying in each other’s arms, kissing and looking into each other’s eyes, Shinji & Mari gradually, carefully got up, gently helping each other to dress. They walked home, hand in hand, until finally reaching the apartment shortly after night fell. Mari gave Shinji a warm kiss goodbye before walking toward her apartment six doors down from the Misato/Shinji/Asuka suite, making sure to give her own hips some extra sway as she walked away, knowing that he was watching her.

Shinji retired to his room, giving Misato a tired but pleasant greeting as he passed through the main room. Misato noticed how the way Shinji moved had changed somehow, and he had a content look on his face, his eyes having a bit of a spark of life that they had up until now been sorely lacking. Curious, she yawned and decided to think about it tomorrow. As Shinji undressed and got in bed, sighing happily, he remembered Mari’s sworn promise that they would be doing this again. Remembering the recent memory of holding the happy girl in his arms, Shinji let sleep claim his tired but very satisfied body.
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The next chapters have a bit of kinky in them, but I wanted to crank up the WAFF for this first one. I also want to see what people think of it so far before I keep going a week or so from now. Please R&R, but no overtly-hostile flame reviews, please (polite constructive criticism okay).