Lahmu Keep

[Bloodedge]

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Established in Guildford, UK, the headquarters of game corporation Industrial Illusions was mysteriously established overnight at the former location of Guildford Castle. Constructed by founder and CEO of Industrial Illusions, Albertus Animusphere, Lahmu Keep has become the cornerstone of gaming innovation while being the point of origin for Age of Eternity, a game that has gone above and beyond even the laws of reality.

The story begins with a single young man with no history in this world, who appeared abruptly and somehow erected a castle from ruins one night. Albertus Animusphere took on a journey that would change the world. . .

[Apollymi]

Guildford was such an interesting place. A man full of eccentrities had appeared in a place home to schools, farmlands and old abandoned castles and homesteads of the European Elite. One such person, was a young girl of an apparently well-known background. She'd recently transferred in from a private school, to attend one in the area. Her lineage traced back to Queen Eleanor and she was aptly named in that queen's honor. Oleana Tyrell was a good student, clever and well-kept. She heard of this strange man, but none from around had ever actually laid eyes upon him. He was something of a ghost story to the young at heart like them. And currently, he was apparently traveling. That castle he'd renovated something strange to look at from the outside. They were supposed to take a trip to see it, something arranged by their school and now, they were being told it was no longer open for public viewing. How strange. Perhaps, she'd have a different kind of look some other time. He was according to some rumors planning to run some sort of business out of it. Or at least that was what his building and rennovation permits said. That was all a matter of public record. And the school children visited a nearby brewery instead of the castle... Oh well...

At the same time, in Japan there was a young woman casually approaching her thirties. She was a young divorcee who hadn't had her first marriage work out. A man had married her for her 'exotic' looks, and had four children by her only to leave her for the next pretty young thing more suited to his needs. Of course, she was embittered by that situation, but she wasn't exactly hideous. She was now post the births of several children a curvy young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were sharp and her form was rather large. She'd only recently stopped breast feeding and in Japan it was the middle of winter. Even so, she only wore a sweater, leggings and large white hat. She seemed to be a fashionable individual, well-paid after her divorce. But she'd become a tough outer shell compared to other people. She'd even taken it upon herself to go back to using her maiden name Kujaku, her given name, Meron. Kujaku Meron was looked upon by her contemporaries with raised brows and sympathy. But she never let it get to her. She walked with cold confidence everywhere, and she'd never let anyone think less of her because of the situation surrounding her life. Her husband had left her, taking her children and making her a laughing stock. For the town she lived in, she was seen as 'damaged goods' and couldn't pick up a another permanent engagement without having to make major concessions. She'd never settle. She'd find what was right for her, and have some fun in between. Here and now she was sitting at a hotel bar in Tokyo, away from her home so she could meet some people, mingle with young professionals who didn't know anything about her, and perhaps meet a good man.

[Bloodedge]

It had been about sixteen years since a strange man suddenly appeared in Guildford. For all those years, he experienced the strangest dreams nightly. He saw a world not filled with technology, but with magic and power. So... he'd truly gone to the wrong version of the world after it split into segments. Sadly, it seemed a plan from long ago hadn't worked out. Sixteen years ago was not the first time he'd been here. No, he first arrived on this planet many thousands of years before, choosing to reincarnate himself over the ages. The worlds should have become one again since then. Alas, that was not the case in this era either.

Luckily for him, his reincarnation spell had a stipulation attached to it. He had once been the great Creator Anshar, paired to the equally-renowned Kishar. Thousands and thousands of years before he appeared again, he spoke a specific set of words. Those words were to create the condition for his rebirth. Those words were to ensure he regained stability after reincarnation. Those words were to let him help reconnect the versions of Earth, that all might benefit from it. Those words were...

Let us become Impure Anshar.

With this incantation, he had been reborn as Albertus Animusphere, an anagram of the mantra itself. It was with white hair that he spawned this time, and he kept it slightly parted with bangs swept down. He was clean-shaven for the time being. His features were conventionally masculine, yet he was considered handsome by any who gazed upon him. In age, something this world seemed to think was important, he was currently passing himself off as 31. Such was how he appeared after creating Lahmu Keep. A decision had been made. Albertus Animusphere had come to understand this world and its take on achieving fantastical things. This thing called video games had become very popular, so... he'd make the other world he dreamed of as one of those. To do that, there was apparently no better place for him to find the means and understanding than Tokyo, Japan.

Albertus traveled to Tokyo in search of knowledge, and he gained much. He wasn't going to waste a trip on business alone though─ not while there was so much enjoyment to be had in a world still so new to him. With that being the case, it was only natural that Albertus found himself drinking at the first bar he could find. There he was, hanging out in some hotel bar with a tall glass of liquor in his hand, his feet propped up onto a table, and a constant flow of more liquors toward the table. Apparently, Albertus had no need of money. He'd created something for himself called a... credit card. Whatever it was, he made one that was always accepted despite a lack of whatever currency was demanded of him for things. Exchange in this world was odd, but they at least had some excellent drink options. So, what was he to do other than purchase rounds for every inhabitant of the bar? That was only the best decision to further his own enjoyment.

[Apollymi]

Here in a Tokyo Hotel bar, Meron was drinking her sorrows away and trying to be personable. Of course, that was quite difficult as the more she drank the more she seemed to find herself thinking about those moments from her past which shaped her into the person she was now. Those feelings of hers were still raw, it was still quite early for her. Only a couple of years had passed since her husband decided to leave her. Their bitter divorce, had been quick, efficient and devastating. She could still remember the man she'd fallen in love with, and birthed four children for, walking into the door of their mansion. He called held a small meeting in his office with his lawyer, nothing out of the ordinary and then he'd called her in. She could still see the look on his face as he pushed papers across the desk. His lawyer had stood behind him, quietly giving her sympathetic eyes as he'd explained the terms of their divorce. She would sign the papers, she would hand over custody of all four of her children, she would sign a non-contact agreement and in exchange she'd be given one of the fully paid for properties, one of the vacation homes and a monthly stipend for the rest of her life. This was all. She remembered in the moment looking aghast why would she agree to give up her children? Why did he even want to leave her? How long had he been planning these actions? Forever apparently. He'd gotten her to fall in love with him and marry him as part of his grand scheme. He needed heirs to train to run his business and he needed them to come from someone he could guarantee the faithfulness of. Their romance had been a public affair, spread across news outlets. Even the births of their children had been highly publicized. But all of this was simply to make him look better in the public eye. He was already spinning it for his image. Making it seem as if he'd decided to release her from her obligations, how he'd taken custody of his children to ingratiate them into the family business so his former young wife could still have prospects for life without the added responsibility. They would talk about how generous he had been...

It was shit. So here she sat, drinking away her stipend. Wondering if she'd just become ugly to him, fat? Was she ever even actually the kind of woman he'd wanted? She couldn't actually know any of that information. Instead she'd been consuming unfathomable amounts of alcohol. But what was this? This particular hotel seemed to be full of young people, brimming with life and excitement. For instance, a man just caught her attention once more... not directly but instead by ordering drinks for everyone. Her own was refreshed as she sat by her eyes turning towards the man who'd been responsible. Actually, she'd not really noticed but he was quite attractive. Legitimately masculine which was pretty hard to come by in modern times. And for the first time since she arrived she managed a smile, raising her glass in his direction to thank him as others cheered amusedly. She'd begin nursing this drink as well. What a strange outing this one was.

[Bloodedge]

In paying the price for everyone in this building to consume this magical water called alcohol, it went without saying that Albertus received a great many looks, nods, waves and... very interesting gazes from various patrons. This money thing was apparently important enough that humans appreciated having things given to them for free. How very strange. Whatever the case, he enjoyed the atmosphere created by such a simple gesture. His glass rose multiple times as he returned all sorts of attention. This included, of course, a very downtrodden-looking woman with proportions the likes of his own people. She in particular seemed to be in a very strange predicament. She smiled at him, but it was an act that followed sullenness. How could anyone be that way while consuming such a wondrous beverage?

Obviously, she needed more. She was a fair bit meatier than most other women in this region of the world; maybe the effects hadn't kicked in yet? He'd take care of that. "Oi oi!" he called out to the bar. With the bartender's attention, he pointed in that woman's direction before spinning his finger to suggest that rounds keep flowing toward her. "This is a party now. Nobody should have a reason to be sad until we've run out of this good stuff." Albertus' words were to no one in particular, though they were heard by few. He was an Englishman in this world, yet he strangely spoke Japanese as if it was the only language he knew. In truth, he could speak every language as flawlessly. Traveling had yet to become an issue for the male. Now, with drinks for everyone and a specific order to keep one woman's glass full constantly, Albertus downed what may have been his tenth full glass of the night. All of these drinks should have existed in the original world. He was becoming particularly fond of something called whiskey, and gestured toward his most recent glass for a refill after slamming it onto the counter. "Ahh~! Sorry to everyone else, but if we run out of this one, it's probably my fault!" he shouted to the other patrons.

[Apollymi]

Meron had returned to her drinking seemingly without care, but she couldn't quite take her eyes off that man who'd been so generous with the entirety of the bar. Perhaps, he'd just struck some big stock deal? Perhaps he'd just sold the next big idea to the highest bidder? Perhaps he'd just been born filthy rich and this was how he amused himself? Regardless of how they got here, it was an absolute fact that they were now all drinking on him and what was this... He'd pointed to her and told the bartender to keep up the drinks. Was he flirting with her? Maybe, or perhaps he was just being friendly.

No. She couldn't really think that. Not with him taking note of her emotional state and commenting on it so boldly. This little move of his had to be pointed right? "It most certainly is a party with you being so kind. Thank you~" she mentioned allowing her glass to flow with a bit more ease. Of course, she was drinking just to make herself feel better, far be it from her to ruin anyone else's mood. And what was this, he was making a claim in advance that he was sorry about a drink being missing for everyone else as he claimed for himself another refill. She sat at the end of the bar looking towards him a bit astounded. He'd definitely been inside this place for a while. "I don't know what you're celebrating, but you're going to have to slow down a bit or you won't know either~" she teased gently. Ah, when was the last time she had something nice to say to anyone? Obviously this man had no idea who she was, perhaps then, she could have a chat with someone... like when she was still young with a bright future ahead of her? She seemed quite amused at her own statement, having made her way through about half of her drink of choice, a dry gin, with the base juniper berry flavor and ginger. Strangely, as most would say she was drinking it straight, with the bartender stopping by to fill her glass when it was found empty. She was already starting to feel that deep heat within her chest, with her sinuses also being rather open, she was surprised she'd not already become a drunken crying mess. But... the night was still young.

[Bloodedge]

Much to his potential future entertainment, Albertus was addressed directly by the oddly depressive woman at the bar. She agreed that this was a party, as all present should. What else could anyone call a chance to drink such a fine creation? Albertus was elated just to relish in the experience. "That's the spirit!" he said in the most casual manner.

He had indeed been in this bar for quite some time. Of course, the amount of time he spent drinking was of no consequence to the man himself. He was quite sure being intoxicated for the rest of time would pose no real issues, though... he also didn't know there were issues to be expected. That woman seemed to know, however. She spoke again for the sake of warning Albertus. She gave council that he'd forget what he was celebrating if he didn't slow down. That particular note was a curious one. "Fat chance!" he replied. "Who says I'm celebrating? When there's a drink like this, the drink itself is cause for celebration. You tried this whiskey? It's great!" he said. Halfway through his next glass, Albertus held up the rest of his serving and shook it lightly. There was a light clinking of ice against glass as he sloshed hard liquor around inside, seeming to have the rest of his half-drank glass on offer. Albertus was giddy as a schoolgirl for reasons he couldn't possibly explain. He hadn't been expecting anyone to address him directly; that was a rather uncommon occurrence in his lives thus far. Alas, he was apparently a very accepting individual. That woman could take a drink directly from his own glass, and he'd think nothing of it. Surely the drink he found so incredible would do something toward fixing her sullen mood, right?

[Apollymi]

Fat chance, this was all this man had to say about forgetting his reason for celebrating. He'd move on from this point, even questioning the act of celebrating. Truly he was quite the spirited individual, and Meron couldn't say she didn't enjoy that personality of his. Even so, he seemed quite young in a strange way, though he didn't look it, he had the outlook of someone in their early twenties. Just happy and moving drinking without cause and offering people his drink even. He was playing fast and loose with his alcohol, like he'd never had a hangover. "That zest for life says it's a celebration," she said happily. Ah, but there was that offer on the table to her, she had something to say to that as well... perhaps he wasn't yet aware of the potential dangers, or maybe he was making light of them?

"I've tried whiskey before," she said with a smirk. "Though you aren't supposed to mix dark and clear liquor," she said as if it was a simple matter of fact. "Basically, if I drink that and this... I'll forget today," she mused. "Though, that might not be a bad idea~" ah, there was a hidden little gripe there as bit of sass in her soul. She took that extended glass and had a quick sip. Oh, that burned extra from what she was already drinking. Well, a quick second sip would fix that but also directly contribute to her particular long-lived missing memory. "That is admittedly pretty good. Thank you again, are you really not celebrating anything?" she asked seemingly curious. She might as well forget her moping for a few minutes and have an entertaining conversation with a friendly stranger who was buying her drinks.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, Albertus gave the impression that he was celebrating. He supposed there was some viability to that assumption. To be more realistic, Albertus was celebrating... but any celebration he enjoyed was simply because he had these drinks available in spades at the time. "Then I guess I'm celebrating the drinks," he said as if drinking in celebration of drinking was perfectly normal. As far as he was concerned, that was a totally reasonable thing to do.

The woman insisted that dark and clear liquors weren't to be mixed. Albertus couldn't fathom why. He'd been drinking some of each all day, and this wasn't the first day he'd done so in this life. The male even appeared visibly confused by the thought, but that didn't seem to matter. Even in claiming she would forget today if she drank whiskey, the woman further mused that it may not be a bad idea. She approached his table and took his glass, taking a tentative sip of the dark liquid... right before taking another. Ah, good. Even though she had whiskey before, there was no reason to avoid having a little extra now, right? "There ya' go. That oughta fix whatever's going on with you. Can't be too down if you're off your rocker, right?" he questioned, seeming to believe his own every word. As for the question of his celebration, Alberturs took a moment to think. It was during such a time that he picked up another glass of something dark. One sip deep, and he'd give the most accurate answer he had in mind. "I'm not, but I am. You could say I'm not from around here. There are a lot of things new to me, and I'm just taking it all in. New day, new experiences, new... everything. Ever stop to think that it might even be worthwhile to celebrate the sun rising tomorrow? Even if the clouds block it, you could celebrate sleeping the night before. I've heard a lot of things these past few years. Life is short, life is long... nobody's getting it right. Life is awesome as long as you let it be. I didn't even get that myself until recently, but now that I do... well, here I am~"

With that little speech given, Albertus raised his glass in a toast to both everything and nothing at all. There was a glint in his eye as his gaze shifted toward the unknown woman, and a strange smile on his face that was almost fatherly in its warmth. "So then, what's bugging you?"

[Apollymi]

Celebrating drinks. That would earn this man another smile and one of those short lived little chuckles. He was funny after all, and even while feeling like she was, Meron wasn't a complete spoil sport. Moving on from that point, she'd taken up this man's glass and had a sip or two after which he went about giving her an important lesson on how she could only feel so bad if she was intoxicated. "Yes, that is sort of the idea. Bars exist at least partly for such reasons~" she mused. She'd come here to avoid being alone in her house on a day like today, given this it was all but understood the importance of being able to drink until ones heart, belly, mind, and soul were content.

But that wasn't all. Meron moved to join this man as he had more to say and was seemingly good company. There was no point in them sitting separately if he was going to be so full of mirth and cheer. She could use a bit of both in her life right now if she was being honest. But in addition to those intangible things, this man also came with some solid life advice. The kind she expected came from a life well lived and not just hitting the books or following a single goal or purpose. He claimed the sunrise tomorrow might be worth celebrating even if one couldn't see it. How strange. "Those are some oddly pointed words. It sounds pretty optimistic and hm..." she seemed to have lost a bit of her thoughts concerning what he'd mentioned. "Worldly. Yes, I'll go with that one. I think it's a rather interesting way to be, if I am being honest," she said. Perhaps if her former partner had taken a more broad approach to life, she'd not now be saying goodbye to her twenties while having nothing but material goods to show for it, in a society that didn't necessarily look kindly upon that.

Whatever the case, this man presently in her company was raising his glass, it was only polite if she raised hers as well. She'd go back to sipping, until of course it was rendered empty. Soon after, she was sitting hands in her lap only to look towards this rather kindly gentleman his question catching her off-guard. Most wouldn't approach a subject of someone's personal life so casually. And any around here who read the news even knew her face well enough to know exactly what had happened with her, even if they didn't realize how her current drinking habits manifested. How would she explain what was 'bugging' her as he put it? Well, first and foremost she'd be claiming a new glass. "That... is a loaded question," she said taking a sip. Hm, there is one way to explain that maybe wouldn't make the conversation very difficult to have. "I'm celebrating a birthday, not my own." A simple answer, evasive but technically direct, to a loaded question. It was her son's tenth birthday and she hadn't seen him since he was eight. So, every year on the birthday of all of her children, she came to bars in the city, had drinks with strangers, before wandering home drunk, so she didn't have to live in the quiet of her house, with phone calls that would never come and the quiet sympathy of her neighbors weighing down on her soul.

[Bloodedge]

Oh? Bars existed for the sake of providing unconditional happiness to all goers. Even the downtrodden could know joy in the face of intoxication; Albertus had quickly become a believer in that. With that, and with a silent toast to follow an oddly-pointed speech, Albertus was right back to downing glass after glass. Humans didn't even drink water with the ease he showed consuming hard liquor, yet Albertus himself could hardly tell a difference between the two. This drink was just far more delicious, and had one hell of a side-effect to boot.

According to the woman whose name he'd yet to learn, he was... worldly? That was a laughable notion; she didn't know the half of it. "That might be the first time I've heard that. But, if it works, why not? I'll take it," he mused between gulps. Casual discussion was not a thing he'd been exposed to very much since appearing in this world. Even so, it was quickly growing on him. There was something peculiar about this woman. It seemed almost as if he was connected to her in some way he wasn't connected to any other human in this world. Could she have been the one at the other end of his reincarnation? No, surely he didn't accidentally create this world's equivalent of a divine, right? Maybe it was time to take a few things into consideration. . .

That time would come shortly. For now, there was a question hanging in the air. What had the woman down this night, was the celebration of a birthday not her own. What could that have meant? It was surely something beyond Albertus' understanding. From what he knew, the annual recurrence of the date one was born on had become a thing of joy in this world. "Huh? I thought those things were happy here. Does this area not like aging or something?"

[Apollymi]

This man she was with, seemed to vibrant and full of life. Meron almost couldn't explain his level of expressionism. He was pleased by being called worldly. He was excited by the simple existence of alcohol to drink. It was such a strange thing to take in. If she knew no better, she'd assume he'd been some sort of shut-in, or some kind of extra sheltered student maybe? He seemed to be quite intelligent and very understanding of things. She liked that about him too.

Ah, but they were drinking and talking. And in talking she'd confessed to a birthday being the thing she was celebrating while being so downtrodden. This man seemed to understand birthdays and not why such a thing could be sad. His reasoning was solid enough but her story came with a bit more nuances than that. "I think the matter of aging would only be a problem if it were my own birthday. I'm not young anymore and here, it would most definitely be frowned upon," she said in a gentle explanation of Japanese culture. Another sip this one quite a bit longer. There was no real point in beating around the bush completely. She hadn't even truly intended to be coy after all... she just didn't want to bog down anyone else's mood. But the more she drank, the warmer her chest got and the more inclined she felt to opening her mouth to speak, even if it was just a few words about a situation most were already familiar with. "Birthdays for children however, are happy occasions. I'd probably be happier still... if it was something I could celebrate with the young man of the hour, but I'm not invited. And I never will be..." she said, a casual shrug to follow. How strange, normally confessing such a thing would have led her to tears, here and now she just found the bottom of another glass instead. "And so you have me in your company tonight, for whatever that is worth," she said as she placed that glass down. That was an oddly frank confession, she didn't know what her company was worth anymore, but this man was worth all the distracting conversation in the world to keep her from finding the bottom of the well of pity and sorrow she managed to fall into, each time one of these occasions passed.

[Bloodedge]

Upon hearing that this woman wasn't young anymore, Albertus seemed even more confused. He'd seen aged mortals many times over. Their flesh sagged from bone, the bones themselves became feeble, and the light of life slowly dimmed in their eyes. This human had none of those features, so he was admittedly at a loss for understanding. He also couldn't fathom why aging was something frowned upon. "What? Are you telling me you're old? And that's a bad thing here?" he expressed.

She took a longer swig of liquor, so he did the same. It was obviously no matter of sorrow-drowning for him, but he wouldn't waste an opportunity. Apparently, this woman had a son whose birthday celebration she could not attend. It wasn't that she had other arrangements or anything of the sort. It seemed she simply wasn't allowed to take part. "So you have a kid who doesn't want you at his party? Kids can be like that sometimes, but... it's not the kid's idea, huh?" he questioned, seeming to have gained a certain amount of understanding from small amounts of context. "Bummer," he added. With that said, a gesture to the bartender had a round of doubles coming their way. Albertus himself was happy as could be, but one of the two obviously needed a bit more. "So we're both alone and separated from family. I can't visit my kids either. I'm not disallowed, but... it's complicated. I hear they say misery loves company, but what's the point of being miserable about it? It's not good for a parent to be too attached to their children anyway. People like us should just live life as it happens. Eventually, the kids will come back to you by their own choice. I could be finding a way to my kids right now, but... they'll be fine. So, I'll just keep partying. What about you?"

[Apollymi]

This man was really interesting. Judging by his general talkativeness and lack of the normally presented boundaries, she knew he wasn't from this country originally. She figured at the bare minimum he came from somewhere west of here. And it was only further confirmed by his questions regarding aging. Not only would that have been considered a rude type of thing to question, but in this place, it was obvious when one could fell short of the expectations of society and in general you'd be shunned for it. "Well, I will not fall into my grave in a year or anything. But I am old enough that I should be married by this point and I am not. It was a really public thing so everyone from around the town I live in knows and... I find myself coming to the city to gain some anonymity," she mused as she drank. "You definitely aren't from here though... no one here would ask those sorts of questions~" she teased but she truly had no problem answering his questions. Surely this was better than those who danced on eggshells around her, only to give her pitying looks and talk about her as soon as she was out of earshot.

Ah, the complexity of her situation wasn't completely lost upon this man, but its greater details were missing. Even so, he was apologetic, having some rather kind words to offer, even though she'd not revealed everything. "Ah, if it was simply his idea wouldn't be so bad. I did not expect to coddle him too much or anything like that," she stated. Independence was important in children, leaving them to their own devices as they got older showed them coping mechanisms and the ability to problem solve. "I should also say I have four children and two of them probably won't even be old enough to know I was their mother," she clarified the nature of her current level of discontent. She would have been satisfied just to say that, and drown the rest of her drink, but something interesting was being said.

He understood her situation a bit because he also couldn't be with his children at the moment. He wasn't being kept from them but his own situation was complicated. She could imagine. She supposed he did look more mature, she wondered if he had older children and they were simply content to live their lives without him. Late teenagers tended to get their own apartments and the like here. But what was the point of harping over her lost children. "I suppose there isn't much point in it. But I hardly know what to do with myself most of the time... I had a small child, two toddlers and an infant, it wasn't like I knew things that didn't involve them. Besides, the most likely scenario says they will be told I am dead and they'll never have the desire to look for me," she said giving it a bit of thought. "I'm not sure how to party or let it go if I am being honest. I always end up in one of these places on their birthday to avoid the emptiness of it," she finished. Truly her life had been all about her children and while that might not have been the healthiest option, most people didn't have to deal with an empty nest until their kids grew up. And they had their partners and hobbies to carry them through the emptiness, the hope of the future grandchildren and the like to fill their homes again. As it stood, she was a 30ish, divorcee with no husband to show for the eleven years she'd spent birthing children and being a homemaker. Of course, birthdays and holidays... the times she was previously busiest were the worst for her to experience now.

"So then, what does a fellow empty nester find himself doing for fun? Surely, coming to bars to chat up depressed ex-housewives is not the most interesting part of your day~" Ah, there it was again, like a shallow defense a mask which drew attention away from herself and back to casual conversation topics. Like she truly didn't intend to dwell or make anyone feel as bad as she did. Perhaps this was why none ever had a kind word to share, she always managed a light smile and cordial conversation, despite the fact that she felt quite broken and empty inside.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, this woman's matter of age had nothing to do with the years she spent alive. Instead, it had everything to do with the societal structure of this world, humans enforcing asinine rules on each other and the like. She should have been paired with another by their standards, but it was no longer so. Had she not done her duty? She spoke of having four children, which was a greater number than even he managed... and he was called a God of Creation in the original world. "You had four children. Instead of expecting more out of you, others should be raving about what you've already done. I only had a pair of twins," he stated. There was more, of course. The woman sought anonymity in bars and such during times of lost celebration. That alone was almost sinful. She accomplished only hiding, never striving for something more.

A youngling, two with names, and one yet to grow into its Source. That was about how Albertus quantified the children she listed in terms of this world. Realistically, her situation wasn't so odd at all. It was nothing strange in the old world to leave children alone once they were off the teat, but... time changed all things. "Some might not know about you, but the beauty of life is in its stories. The oldest will remember you. The youngest will hear from the oldest, and their curiosity will take over eventually. Don't sweat it," he insisted. The problem here was that her entire life had been dedicated to her children. That was no way to exist. Each generation was to be allowed reliance on the former, but the amount of codependency this woman spoke of would be good for no one─ least of all herself. The way he saw it, she set herself up to feel this emptiness one way or another. Perhaps the short lifespan of humankind made it easier overall, as they barely had time to suffer the loss in their later years. Even then, Albertus could not entertain that sort of living.

Worse still, the divorcee spoke of him instead of continuing about herself. Was that all part of her method? Constantly running, but getting nowhere was the state of this human. The question now was whether he'd take the proverbial bait, or turn things around again. Well... maybe he'd do both. "For fun, me? Well today, I stopped by a bar to do some prep before checking out one of those clubs nearby. I just happened to run into a depressed ex-housewife who's running away from everything, but not to anything. Right now, I'm thinking it'd be fun to make sure she knows a better way." As he spoke, Albertus slid out of his booth. His feet hadn't touched the ground in ages, and when they did, he wobbled his way into a standing position. He was quite drunk... but another speech was more important than proper balance anyway. "Always run. Never run away from anything, though. When you run, always run to the next awesome thing. You ever watch birds? When their nests are empty, they do the most flying~"

[Apollymi]

This man was truly something extraterrestiral. It was becoming more obvious by the moment. She mentioned the number of children she'd birthed and he seemed surprised, but in no negative light. He made the claim that no one should have expected more of her, instead they should be raving about what she'd already accomplished. "Really? You might be alone in that kind of thought..." she said to him truthfully. Half of understanding was having enough children to work jobs, and do whatever other things the parents needed of them. "Though a pair of twins is nothing to scoff at. Two kids are a handful when they are so close together in age," she said. Ah, once more speaking from experience. If her eldest son hadn't been old enough to be interested, the two children she'd had in the middle of him and her youngest son would have been even more nightmarish. And at the time she'd already felt like she was drowning.

Ah, but she went from drowning to nothing and now had to occupy her time. She did well enough at it, she thought, but this man still had a few more nuggets of wisdom to share. He claimed that life was beautiful because of stories, he held the belief that her oldest son would share with everyone else the information surrounding her with his younger siblings. He claimed that, there was hope it'd be enough to get them interested in her. How nice. "That is an oddly sweet thought. One I'd not considered..." she mused. Perhaps having conversations with drunk foreigners was actually quite useful. She wondered if he often walked around giving strange advice to people he'd barely met and was led to believe this was in fact a normal amount of activity for him. Why? Well...

In the moments following her deflection he'd both answer her question and divert the conversation back to her. Strange, she didn't expect such a tactic, and he explained that his evening in this hotel bar was done specifically so he could 'prepare' to visit a club. What a strange word choice. "Hahaha---hahaha~" that was a hilarious thing to say. Even if he was absolutely serious he was planning to live the life of a college student. "You really stopped here just to pre-game? It isn't even your whole night? Wonderful..." she said seeming to find a great deal of humor in his words even knowing they weren't necessarily meant to be funny. Ah but there was more. He wanted to show her a better way... an offer to keep him company. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone clubbing. She'd have to have been in college herself at the time. He claimed she should always run, but not away from anything but towards something awesome. How strange. His advice had a certain quality of wanderlust to it. Like he was just excited by everything... she hadn't known such a thing in quite a while. "Okay, okay. I'll bite. I can't say I've ever watched birds... but maybe I'll find a new hobby," she said finally. She also stood. There was less wobble in her step, even so, she couldn't imagine going clubbing, especially not without one more thing. His words made it sound like he planned to go and she'd let let him. "I suppose I'll let you get to it then. I am Kujaku Meron, by the way... it was nice meeting you," she said softly offering her name. She didn't have any preconceived notions here. Just some soft conversation with a strange and worldly man.

[Bloodedge]

Having a higher number of children than expected was the absolute last thing Albertus could fathom as negative. It made no sense. Obviously, humans didn't understand what a magnificent feat it was to create four lives within a single human lifespan. Based on what he'd been told, Albertus understood that this woman spent about a third of her current lifetime creating children and preparing them for the open world. Sadly, this world didn't understand mana like the other one he dreamed of. Based on how things worked in general though... "Even one kid's nothing to scoff at. We're talking about a whole life. Think about that. Four entire living things are out there because you cultivated them. That's awesome. You did that four times, and all it took from somebody else was a little bit of... uh..." Suddenly, Albertus paused. What did humans call it, if not mana? Seamless as he tended to be, a few of these new perceptions eluded him still.

By the time he stood and answered the woman's redirecting question, Albertus heard laughter. She seemed to be particularly amused by his agenda for the night. Was there something strange about it? Well, she did say 'wonderful' at the end, so maybe she just thought it was a fun plan as well. The strange thing here however, was that she said she'd let him go. That didn't make any sense at all. When he laid out the game plan for his evening, he never said anything that wasn't inclusive. Wobbling around to face her fully, he prepared to correct her line of thinking. Ah, but first there was mention of her name. Kujaku Meron... was a good name. In giving it, she essentially debunked any thoughts he had on her connection to him, but maybe there was something else. Whether there was or not, his response and plans wouldn't change. "Nice meeting you too. I'm Ansh... Al... Albertus. Albertus Animusphere. Now, are you gonna make me ask? You don't look as down anymore, so what's keeping you from the club?"

[Apollymi]

According to the man even a single child was nothing to scoff at. An entire life, cultivated by a singular individual and able to function in its own. That was probably something good to think about. Strange, she'd never considered what it would mean long term to birth four individual children, instead, she'd simply felt the emptiness of their leaving. Ah, but there was also something occurring with the word choice of the man she was speaking with. It seemed though his conversational Japanese far surpassed that of any foreigner she'd ever met, but the word for the addition of men was missing from his vocabulary. That was fine, with a small giggle she'd manage to help with that... "Seieki... is the word you're looking for," she stated. She supposed it was fair enough, it wasn't like the openly polite of Japanese society would have taught such a word. "I didn't consider it to be anything too amazing but growing people is not something many would chose to do so many times..." she said giving it a bit of thought. This man would make a reasonable motivational speaker. At the very least, a good friend...

Moving on, at what should have been the parting of the ways, she received his name, though not without great effort. Perhaps all those drinks he'd been having were taking effect finally. So who was he? Albertus Animusphere, definitely a foreigner. And he wanted to know if he was going to have to ask... Oh? He was inviting her to go out with him to this club he was going to, just because she wasn't so down any more. Foreigners were so strange. She couldn't help but blush and look a bit sheepish. "I haven't been to a club in over a decade, I didn't assume it was an invitation," she said softly. "I don't really have any other plans for the night or anything, but are you sure?" she asked. It was her nature. Japanese culture was steeped in politeness. People often offered things just to be polite and it was rude, needy or greedy to accept the first time something was offered.

[Bloodedge]

Seieki was the word Albertus had been looking for. Well, wasn't that fun? Even without understanding the purpose of ejaculate, the humans of at least one area had named it properly. Based on his understanding, that single word had multiple meanings, and most could be taken as accurate descriptions of its true purpose. "Seieki? Fitting name," he mused. Surely this woman had no idea the true amount of power that came with childbirth, but with a word applied to mana that fit so well, there was surely some small amount of applied magic. True enough, few would choose to produce so many offspring on a whim. Originally, few were even capable of such feats. Albertus had it on good authority that this notion remained true in humans of this world and era. "I doubt most people could manage it even if they wanted to. That would especially be the case here, but... you're different," he said while glancing up and down the woman's form. However that gesture was interpreted, Albertus was appraising her ability to create as the gods of a bygone world did. The capacity of humanity was limited, though that wasn't the case for all of them, obviously. . .

Albertus would soon be finding the nearest nightclub and discovering how they allegedly elevated a party experience. He would not, however, be doing so alone now that company was a possibility. Meron didn't believe he was giving her an invitation earlier, and... frankly, she was right. He didn't mean to invite her; he assumed it was only natural that they go together. "It wasn't an invitation, Kujaku Meron. Look at you. Drinking back to back, mixing drinks when you say you shouldn't, having a philosophical chat with a complete stranger... Yeah, you're coming," said Albertus after his gaze finally settled on the woman's face. With that, there was a grin most certain. Albertus downed another full glass of whiskey over ice before stepping fully away from the table... or maybe not stepping. Stumbling? It was more of a stumble, though with a strange amount of flair that onlookers couldn't laugh at if they tried. "C'mon! If you don't have plans, make plans. You're letting a lot of life pass you by otherwise!"

[Apollymi]

Fitting name? Well, she supposed if one believed the strange mysticism of the formerly popular religions such a thing would make sense. Of course, she had nothing to say about it one way or another. "I suppose, if you believe certain things it's a fitting name..." she said willingly leaving the subject of words for bodily fluids behind as they moved on in conversation. According to him, most people couldn't manage having so many children even if they wanted to, but something about her was different. What strange commentary. "I don't think there is any thing that makes me especially different..." she said truly not believing. Except for a few medical reasons, most women could have children. In earlier centuries it wasn't uncommon to pop out as many children as possible to help out on farms and help with manual labor.

Ah, but all of that was an aside. According to Albertus, he didn't invite her. By his own words, he'd made the assumption she was coming along based on her own actions and contradictions so far in their interactions. What was she to say to that? She had gone drinking with the intention of forgetting. She'd mixed liquors knowing that the consequences would likely be terrible. She was having a random conversation and taking advice from a slightly less unknown stranger. "I mean, you're hardly a stranger anymore given how long we've been talking..." she said. Those bits about her were mostly true and she actually wouldn't mind accompanying him anywhere. She watched him stumble away with a strange amount of flair, she couldn't really laugh but a small smirk did cross her lips. "Alright. Clubbing... I can agree to that..." she said, knowing well that given the grin he'd had, she couldn't have said no even if she wanted to. Something about him seemed rather inviting. She felt deeply like she'd regret not tagging along on this little adventure.

[Bloodedge]

"There's no reason not to believe in everything, right? Here's a fun thought: Everything is real, somewhere. Apply that to anything you want, and I bet you'll have a fun time," he mused. At times, Albertus could sound like something of a conspiracy theorist in this world. That was a title he heard several years prior, which in context helped him overcome the brazen way he pointed out truths about unknown realities. This world couldn't take facts beyond what its people could experience with their own senses, yet a bit of imagination seemed fine to them.

Moving on, Meron refused to believe there was anything that made her especially different from the other female humans of this world. She couldn't have been more wrong in that assertion. Once more, it was time for Albertus to speak what he knew as truth... but share it more as a 'belief' if he could manage it. "Never say that. Everything about you makes you especially different. You could count all the stars in the sky before you could finish listing the differences between one person and another. Trust me; I've counted them myself. But, let's start with the obvious. Physically, you're bound to have an easier time with a bunch of kids than anyone else in this region. I haven't seen anyone like you in a very long time. . ." Albertus' statement trailed off there. He spoke only truth when commenting on Meron's physique, as the last person he saw with those proportions was his own daughter, another Creator from the old world. They were built that way for a reason, yet this human mimicked their structure somehow.

Whatever the cause behind her physique that would have once been considered divine, Meron had few arguments against accompanying him. In fact, she had more to say about the idea that he was a stranger by now. That was fair. "Then c'mon, join your comrade in an adventure! I'm not gonna party by myself all night!" he stated as a matter of fact. Albertus had already begun walking, albeit backwards while facing Meron. One hand was extended in offer as he expertly weaved between other drunkards in the bar, never so much as touching another person's body in doing so. How he managed as much while so heavily intoxicated may have been a wonder of the world, but his eyes never left their target. This Kujaku Meron was going to enjoy her evening just as he did, simply because it was a worthwhile endeavor.

[Apollymi]

There were more interesting sentences coming from Albertus. Here and now he was speaking about the theoretical existence of everything somewhere. Ah, she'd heard this one before, maybe read one of those quick articles that talked about it in a sense. The idea that anything that happens isn't really new but instead borrowed or shared by all humanity collectively. She smirked at his words and gave it a fair bit of consideration... "You sound like one of those philosophy students who spent too long in the library..." she mused. "I don't mind that though~" she mused. It was nice to have intelligent conversation, even if most of it was just theoretical and meant to distract her from her drowning thoughts. She'd always enjoyed talking to people with different ways of thinking and the truly clever individuals who aren't stuck up always had interesting thoughts to share.

This man was full of interesting claims. His first thoughts were that she was very different and she should never consider herself the way she'd just mentioned. She'd almost assume this man was flirting with her, but it didn't exactly feel like that either. And what was this, he'd counted the stars in the sky? Who had time for such an undertaking? And he made the claim that her physique was one which was unique and made it easier for her to have numerous children. There was that medical reason even so, cultural ones in this area weren't so forgiving. "That sounds strangely like a compliment. Most people around here would just say I was fat..." she stated. Of course, this was Japan petite, short women and equally small men were pretty standard. Anything else was pretty few and far between and being an outlier wasn't always looked upon favorably.

Then she got to witness something most amazing. Albertus began moving, extending a hand to her and commenting about there next adventure. Of course while he did this, he also was busy dodging other drunk people, not even facing the right direction. It was actually quite an amazing sight if she was being honest. Meron had never seen this amount of coordination and never had she been more inclined to simply accept it as one of this man's obviously numerous talents. What would she do though? It wasn't polite to ignore a presence like his, nor was it something she wished to do. Tentatively, she took that hand as she also dodged a few people though with nowhere near the same amount of grace. "I doubt you'd ever actually have to party by yourself. You're quite an infectious individual..." she explained. "Oh and before I forget, how many stars are there in the sky?" she asked. It was a point of curiosity but it'd gotten lost in that previous bit of conversation. She'd willingly follow him to a club after the bar, wondering contently about the things he said and if he'd actually manage to make it given the amount he'd drank already.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, is that what he sounded like? Albertus had heard many things over the years. There were all sorts of ways he'd been addressed, though it was always something strange. In this case, what Meron said was about as normal as he could hope for. "Really? Never been a student before. And I've only ever been to one library, but... it didn't have anything like what I'm telling you. If you don't mind it though, what's it matter?" he mused.

Apparently, this woman would be considered fat by her own people. That part was definitely something area-based; he knew some individuals halfway across the world who would argue that point to the end of everything. "It is a compliment. Where I come from, you could start an endless war looking like that. Maybe several. Don't listen to anyone who doesn't know how to appreciate good stock~" he said, pairing his words with a wink.

With his hand taken, Albertus continued weaving his way through the bar until the open air touched his back. It wouldn't be a far walk to the club he knew of, though he wasn't going to take the whole trip backwards. No, he turned around once they were outside, casually slinging an arm over Meron's shoulder as if they were the best of old pals. In addition to everything else, Albertus was an overtly friendly individual... and apparently one who would never have to party alone, according to Meron. "I might not be alone, but that's not the same as not being by myself. If I show up alone and leave alone, does it count at all?" he wondered aloud. Ah, but there was one more thing to be addressed as they walked down the street. Albertus looked up into the still-darkening sky, where the brightest of stars were visible even with the pollution of unnatural light. "On the best night without any interference, there are 9,096 stars close and bright enough for humans to see. That's how many you can look at from across this whole world, both sides included. That's the recent number. It's not how I remember it though... I remember so many more from a long, long time ago. . ."

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he'd never been a student and had only ever been in one library. Was he one of those previous generation homeschooled types, learning only what interested him. Free range, she thought the westerners called it. Whatever the case she supposed it didn't really matter much, it was just an interesting thing to consider. "I suppose it doesn't really matter much, you're a pretty friendly guy though..." she said with a smile.

And now they were on the move, and he was addressing the thoughts about her body type and understanding of her place in the world. His staements made the woman with him look both aghast and flattered. The idea of any war being fought over her, was both flattering and horrifying. Still, he meant his words as a compliment and came with a solidly affirming message. Ignore those who couldn't appreciate her. "Also a bit of a life coach," she said of his personality. "Also, I wouldn't want any wars being fought over me. But it is kind of nice, in an odd way..." she said thoughtfully. It was strange being the kind of person she was. Everything about her life so far made her feel quite low, but she'd felt better hanging around this man in the last few hours than she had in the last year, easily.

Ah and now that they were outside, he'd turned around slinging an arm over her shoulder in an overtly friendly manner. How strange, were all foreigners so free with their personal sphere. Ah, but once more she didn't really mind it. He claimed not being alone and not being by oneself. "Ah, I am not sure. I understand wanting friends but not necessarily a crowd. That's pretty reasonable," she said her understanding of his sentence. Beyond that though there was the matter of the stars in the sky. She could just barely see them and it was something rather interesting long term. According to Albertus there was an exact number and he remembered a time where they were even more. "Hm, a long long time ago? Like before all the big cities gained so many lights?" this was a rather innocent understanding of the man. Obviously she jumped to no strange conclusions or anything. He just seemed like a man who understood his own nostalgia.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Albertus said about his apparent friendliness. He had indeed heard something along those lines numerous times over the past decade, at least. It always seemed to be something worth embracing, so he never even thought to change a thing. Even now, he was well beyond comfortable walking the streets of Japan with his arm around some semi-random woman. He hadn't a clue why there were pedestrians looking strangely, but he also hadn't a clue that public displays of affection were not looked upon favorably in some areas of the world. None of that mattered to Albertus anyway.

Meron was bothered by something, namely the idea of wars being fought over her appearance alone. When he thought back on a few things, he was quite sure there were some Neptunians who would wage war against all of Earth for her in particular. In thinking it was something negative, Meron also expressed that it was somehow nice. He supposed he understood that as well. "Flattering, yet terrifying? That's about what I'd expect," he assured.

The last time Albertus saw a greater number of stars was a long, long... long time ago. Back then, this version of the world and its magic-leaning copy didn't exist. The visible stars numbered in the millions, but the world itself was much larger as well. In a technical sense, Meron was right when assuming his meaning. It was before big cities gained so many lights. It was before... well, before there were even cities. "Something like that. Where I used to live, these unnatural lights at night weren't an issue. The moon and stars were light enough back then. There were also just more stars, but when isn't that the case?"

[Apollymi]

An overly friendly man walked with an arm slung over her shoulder in a society that didn't appreciate public displays of affection. The only people allowed to hold hands were adults with children and only when they were truly young... Japanese society on the whole was openly joyless and hardworking. It was likely quite the culture shock, and even though it undoubtedly got them some stray stares, she couldn't discourage the man at all. Why break a friendly person's spirit. And it was quite obvious to her that he meant nothing offensive by the actions. She was beginning to wonder if it wasn't society that had this whole thing wrong. Moving on from that, her ideations about wars being fought over her was unceremoniously summed up. "Flattering, yet terrifying is pretty accurate. I am glad to know it is normal to feel that way~" she mused gently.

Still they were headed to a night club and she was going to continue to party and hang out with her new friend. Strange, she definitely could have used this sort of friendship earlier but had no problem accepting it now. He was quite good at pulling her out of her own head, regardless of the topics they were discussing. Apparently her understanding of his conversation about stars was close enough to what he meant. He once lived somewhere that unnatural light wasn't an issue, and there had just been more stars. Well, she'd read an article during a workout about how stars were constantly in a cycle of creation, death, and rebirth. She supposed that made sense. "Well, things are always supposed to be changing so it's probably always the case. Still, stars are nice, they are fun to watch when they can be seen..." she shared her own thoughts happily. "Though if the nostalgia of it gets you... you should make sure to get back there eventually and see it again," she stated. Visiting home was always important, she knew this to be the truth of the matter even when she was drowning in her own. But it was probably just as important not to get stuck there either; that was what they'd been discussing this whole time.

[Bloodedge]

Within their odd conversation about stars and change, Meron presented an interesting notion. If he enjoyed his old home so much, why would he not return? Well... he couldn't exactly do that, but he could do something close. This world was so far from the original, he couldn't even compare the two. That other one in his dreams was much, much closer. It did not contain everything, but it was magical and... very homelike. He couldn't just hop over there, though. What he could do, was continue progressing to create that video game in its image. He could enjoy the other world that way, and so could everyone else stuck over here. "It's not that simple. My old home's gone now─ poof, kaput! The closest I can get to going home is a video game I'm trying to make."

On and on they went, shirking the judgmental glances of onlookers while progressing toward the sound of music. There was another place more like the home he spoke of, and perhaps he could reach that location. Alas, it couldn't be done just yet by any means; another was required. As they approached a long line to enter the nightclub, Albertus considered any desire he had to switch worlds even temporarily. "I wouldn't mind the next-best thing. I know about a place that's almost my old home. It's where my kids went to live. But, I can't go there by myself. If I went, I'd have to take someone with me." Whatever this statement of Albertus' meant, he was once again looking in Meron's direction with a strange glint in his eye. "You should visit too. You'd fit right in. Might as well come with me when I go, yeah?"

[Apollymi]

Apparently, visiting his old home was no simple matter. According to Albertus the place he'd grown up had since disappeared. That did happen, ghost towns, urban landscaping even wildfires. "Aw, it's sad that your home is gone," she said of that, she was truly sympathetic. "But its nice you've thought of a way to recapture its wonder. Video games are interesting in concept. You definitely came to the right place if you're trying to learn more about their development," she said of the area they were currently in. "I've never really had time for games, but my oldest enjoyed them enough that I played a few. I wouldn't mind seeing one touched by your creativity~" she mused. Tokyo and its surrounding prefectures were full of life and young people. They were also full of modern advancements and technological companies who had a hand in everything from medicine to vehicles to entertainment. Even regular entertainment like nightclubs were plentiful in this area.


According to this man he wouldn't mind seeing the next best thing to his previous home. His children apparently lived in the place but he claimed he couldn't go alone. He looked at her strangely only to invite her along on this mythical future visit to such a place. "Oh? I haven't done much traveling, so I wouldn't mind seeing something new..." she mused. "If you figure it out... I'd visit if you'd like. As long as it wouldn't be an inconvenience or anything," she stated with a certain bit of surety. As they walked towards the sounds of music, the glares and weird stares seemed to die down. Nightclubs had a different sort of vibe to the regular society and the area surrounding them were full of young people with less judgmental stares to offer.

[Bloodedge]

Little did Meron know, it wasn't sad at all that his home was gone. Either Albertus lost his home, or everyone on Earth lost theirs. This way was far superior as an option. "I don't think it's sad at all. There are so many great places in the world to see, I prefer it this way. If you ask me, part of grieving loss should be letting yourself be excited by all the new options that become available," he explained. Albertus' original world was long gone... but now there were two worlds to explore and enjoy. Even if he couldn't currently make it to the second world, he could at least experience it in an imaginary sense. "That's exactly what I'm here for. I came to learn, and I did that part already. I'll start working on the company once I'm back home. First, I gotta see how stellar the parties really get down here. You help me see that, I'll help you see the game world I dreamed up," he said, winking again.

Apparently, this woman didn't mind the idea of new sights and experiences. Provided it was no inconvenience, she'd visit the place his children resided. Ah, she couldn't know what she was truly agreeing to, but Albertus was certain she'd fit into the magical version of Earth more than perfectly. "It wouldn't be an inconvenience. I told you, I know some guys who'd go to war over you. But, based on what I've seen since coming here, you probably wouldn't want to leave once you got there. That alright?" the man asked.

Moments later, they were encroaching upon the front of the queue. There were a few signs Albertus found himself looking at, including entry fees and the like. One particular thing caught his eye. Being the more experienced club-goer of the pair, perhaps Meron had an answer to his new curiosity. "What's a VIP table?"

[Apollymi]

Albertus had a very unique outlook on life. He claimed it wasn't sad that his home was gone and that he thought it part of grieving to become excited by the possibilities of new things that came after the end of a particular thing. That was some good advice, actually Meron herself could have used that advice at the end of her marriage. And she was technically getting it now so she'd keep it in mind. "That is a very insightful thing to say. It seems like it would be a bit difficult but I appreciate it as a sentiment," she explained of her own understanding. Still, this man was rather amazing. Every time he spoke he said something she found profound or new in such a way that she felt almost inclined to steep herself in more of the things he had to say. She'd long since figured out she could spend hours picking this man's brain and find something insightful from even the most mundane of his statements. Moving on from that topic, it seemed he'd indeed come here to learn about the 'gaming' industry and now that he had the information he'd be heading back home to start up his own company. How very entreprenurial. Of course, she had faith he'd not become some cut-throat businessman who never truly knew what to do with what he accomplished. Given his goal she could easily see him being a very interesting head of a company. "I don't know how much help I can be. I've not really seen much of parties in a while myself, but... I'll do my best!" she said with a certain confidence.

He claimed that if she went along with his plans and visited the place his children resided she might not ever want to leave. How interesting. She wouldn't actually mind such a thing, something new, getting out of the same kinds of places she'd always been seemed to be quite exciting. "I don't think I'd mind that. I'm trying to see things as new opportunities now~" she said in a manner that was somewhat teasing. Of course, they could converse like this for the duration, but there was still this actual nightclub and they were approaching the front of the line. A question was posed and it made her brow raise slightly but she did technically have an answer. "Very Important Person... is what a VIP is and their tables are places they can sit down inside the club. They usually come with bottle service, a nice view and a comfortable place to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. If you find yourself into that sort of thing. The tables themselves are usually kind of expensive, since you basically pay by the seat, but... parties of people tend to enjoy them."

[Bloodedge]

More and more, Meron was coming to understand and internalize Albertus' musings. He was frankly quite intoxicated, mostly talking in what he considered rambles. Even with that being the case, there was at least some substance in everything falling out of his face. Whether Meron thought she would be or not, Albertus was certain she'd be of much use in helping his enjoyment. He found that parties were only so entertaining when approaching them alone. At every opportunity, Albertus tended to involve as many random individuals as possible. No fun could truly be called fun whilst alone, after all. "You'll be plenty helpful. I don't know the first thing about these clubs, so you're the one I'll be leaning on," he stated.

It was beginning to sound like Albertus had himself a guaranteed companion in this strange non-magical world. There was always meant to be one, and though he was becoming sure this wasn't the correct person, he wouldn't be leaving alone one who could have been among his people. After all, there was always the chance his reincarnation went awry. There was meant to be an impurity Albertus himself couldn't be sure of, so maybe this Kujaku Meron was still one he sought. "That's a good attitude. We're gonna have ourselves a blast!" he declared with certainty. Onto the matter of whatever a VIP table was, Meron made it sound like a very entertaining thing. More bottles of liquor was an incredible thought of its own; he didn't know they had alcohol here as well! He didn't care about expenses. He wanted the best experience possible, so there would be no missing that sort of deal. "Groovy. We're going there!" he exclaimed, offering his 'credit card' to the bouncer and gaining clearance for two as a result. "Ah, I bet they've got the best drinks in there!"

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus, Meron would be plenty helpful. He'd apparently never gone to a club at all and thus would be leaning on her decades old prior experience. She couldn't help but laugh at that. "I suppose I do have a bit more experience than you... but only a little," she mused. Strange it was that this man would lean on her. Had he not practically rescued her from the darkest corners of her own mind not even a few hours prior to this very moment? Did he not see the irony? There was apparently a strange understanding that they would manage to have a good time, due to Meron's improved attitude. She didn't know how to feel about this assertion, but she definitely wouldn't have come with this man if she didn't think it would be fun. "I am open to fun," she explained of herself.

They were now moving on towards this club and she'd gone to explain the nature of VIP sections. What did he have to say about it? Groovy? They were going there? Her eyes widened as he produced his credit card and gained them both entrance to this place. Still she could only laugh just a little. "Hehehe~ Who says groovy?" she asked seemingly amused. As for the drinking offered in clubs what she remembered of it was a bit strange. "You get a couple of free drinks, and then bottles. I don't remember them being any better or worse than drinks at bars, but they are usually more expensive," she said seeing to have a decent understanding of the markups. The truly young would 'pregame' going out of their way to have many drinks before attending a club and dancing around in their drunken stupors with only a couple of free drinks to carry them through those couple of hours. She'd happily follow along to the VIP section and mentally prepare herself for more drinking and maybe a bit of dancing. The beat of music was nice and the constant thumping in her chest were about what she remembered of such outings.

[Bloodedge]

A small amount of experience was always enough to make the difference between victory and defeat. Knowing this, Meron's alleged 'little' bit of clubbing knowhow was more than enough for Albertus. Besides... "Doesn't that just make it better? Show me what you already know, and we'll figure the rest out together. It'll be a great!" said the ever-optimistic male.

It seemed the word 'groovy' was something worth a laugh. No one said that anymore? When did that go out of style? How disappointing! "Is that out now? Man, that's a bummer! That one is one of my favorites. Guess I'll just be a weirdo and keep saying it anyway~" he chimed. Albertus definitely wouldn't be giving up on one of his common phrases so easily. If anything, he'd pull it out of its own grave.

As they made their way inside, Albertus learned his second thing about clubs. Meron didn't recall a quality difference between them and bars, but the cost in clubs was higher for some reason? That was odd; maybe there was some secret to it. Whatever the case, there would definitely be a great deal more drinking on his part. Onward he went, his head naturally rising and falling with the beat of loud music. There was even an added little bounce to every step Albertus took; music was a very powerful thing. Ah, stepping up to the table revealed a bottle of some clear fluid called vodka in a server's hand. There were two glasses set out, but assuming that liquid was more alcohol, Albertus grabbed the bottle and drank directly from it in gulps. One, two, three gulps down his throat, and he was holding the bottle in front of Meron. "Whew! That one's got some bite to it!" he announced.

[Apollymi]

The optimism in this man was higher than Meron could have ever expected. His thoughts on how their combined knowledge and inexperienced could be used to further their good time was quite refreshing. "I feel like I should worry about how very excited you seem to be, but it is infectious~" she said as well. She hadn't looked forward to much of anything in a long while. It was rather exciting to think about the coming fun. Speaking of fun, apparently, Albertus didn't know that his word choice as a bit dated. Given his choice in slang, Meron would assume he had a few years on her as well. Ah, but that didn't really matter, he was apparently keen to keep up his slang usage. "You should. It suits you..." she said giving an affirmative nod. She'd only pointed it out because it was so very random to hear in context. But she didn't really mind his speech choice or anything like that.

Speaking of things she didn't mind, this man's excitement about the coming adventure was something she found rather refreshing. He seemed excited to try the liquor here, but given how much he'd already drank she was curious how he was even still standing and moving. Maybe he was used to drinking but just not in the public context? Meron herself was rather tipsy already and having mixed whiskey with her gin she was already sure she shouldn't be drinking vodka. But being so far in already, her own inhibitions seemed quite lowered by association. "Yeah, I think some people call it fire water for a reason~" she chimed. A bottle held out towards her, she grabbed up a glass to have some poured for her. She wasn't really the type to drink straight from the bottle, she needed to control sips to avoid a level of drunkenness that would have her unable to move her legs. She'd already loosened up quite a bit the sleeves on her sweater being pushed up. Yes, the temperature in this place would only contribute to her level of intoxication.

[Bloodedge]

Excitement should always be infectious, thought Albertus. There was no point in worrying over how excitable he was; everything was amazing and should be treated as such. Speaking of amazing, that was roughly his thought about many words he chose to use despite their aged nature. What was the point of humans coming up with words, if they were going to abandon them after a few measly years?

Moving on, Albertus seemed to enjoy yet another form of liquor. It wasn't the tastiest thing he'd ever put in his mouth, but there was something to like about its raw strength going down. Apparently, the people called it firewater. Upon hearing that proclamation, Albertus looked at the bottle in awe. "What?! That name is way more awesome than vodka; they should just call it firewater!" Humans needed to be spoken to about their name choices. Well... maybe not. He was quite sure firewater would more accurately depict something else, though he wasn't completely sure what that thing was at this point. Regardless, Meron took up a glass to drink from. Albertus didn't really get why she wouldn't drink from the bottle, but thinking little of it, he poured until her glass was full. He wouldn't mind drinking from the bottle by himself. "So, what's all the dancing for?" he asked. Albertus once knew dances to be a matter of ritual, but this world had no magic. Moreover, many of these people were dancing very... very close to one another. This wasn't some individual prayer to any gods, or any sort of spell. Albertus was no stranger to dancing as a form of entertainment. Even with that being the case, he didn't understand this particular behavior. "Why are they all rubbing against each other like that? Is that what dancing is now?"

[Apollymi]

Infectious excitement aside, firewater seemed to be a name approved of by Albertus. His excitement in discovering the term was something which made Meron laugh just a little bit. She had to agree it was cooler but there was likely a reason it wasn't the standard term. "I agree it's quite good... but it's a general term for high proof alcohol in general... the kind that burns on the way down~" she mused. Even so, she took a few controlled sips from her now full glass. She would have sworn this man was trying to get her wasted, but he didn't seem to have any ill-intentions about the whole day. He'd been very fair and straightforward this entire time. She'd taken up a glass for a very specific reason, her openness to relative strangers aside, that indirect kiss wasn't something she could wrap her head around while being so drunk.

Ah, but now was a moment of general shock. Albertus apparently didn't understand the nature of dancing. Well, that wasn't exactly it. He apparently knew what it was, understood it in other forms and didn't understand the purpose of people dancing so closely together as they were. He asked what the dancing was for, that was easy... "Fun. People dance for fun..." she mentioned. Ah, but there was a certain heat growing on her obviously pale face. She'd birthed four children she was far beyond general embarrassment, even so she didn't really know how to explain the reason that people found this sort dancing to be worthwhile. "Well.. it's just..." how did she go about explaining this sort of thing. Well, first things first, she'd take a rather healthy healthy swallow of vodka because a little liquid courage went a long way. Though she couldn't do anything about the redness in her face she'd aim for the truth. "It's dancing. It... uh... serves a couple of purposes and it can be pretty fun, as long as you like your partner," she stated. Ah, the indirectness of her culture was coming back to bite her. How was she going to explain this to someone who'd never been this sort of dancing before.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, so firewater was more of a general term for strong alcoholic drinks. That made sense; applying a moniker like that to multiple suitable targets was well within reason. Still, Albertus fancied the idea of using that particular phrase for something. Maybe he'd include something called firewater in his game. Maybe in doing so, he'd somehow have an effect on the other world. That would be quite ridiculous, but oh so entertaining.

Speaking of things that were entertaining, Meron stated fun as the sole reason for dancing. He could see that. Dances of all sorts, even ritualistic ones, were often fun for the participants. On the other hand, there was something more to this form. Meron even gulped down straight vodka to prepare herself for the admission, yet she never fully got around to one even as her face gained a red hue. Albertus would assume that redness had to do with the liquor; he'd seen it on his own face a few times by now. Maybe the explanation was just difficult, and the deep swig had nothing to do with getting it out. Regardless, what she said sounded great. If there were even more purposes to dancing than simple fun, he definitely wanted to find them! "Ya' don't say? Well, I like you. Be my partner!" he said enthusiastically. A short series of gulps later, and Albertus was wobbling just slightly away from the table. Even his lean had a fair amount of swagger to it, yet his level of drunkenness was becoming more apparent each time he moved. "Fair warning; I've got no idea what I'm doing!"

[Apollymi]

A few gulps of vodka down and Meron had managed something resembling an explanation. She knew it wasn't the full details, but even after being a married mother of four explaining something that functioned as fun and foreplay to an adult man was well past her current level of ability. But she wouldn't even really get the chance to mull over a proper explanation either, apparently Albertus liked her and understood enough of the dancing explanation to want to dance with her. She couldn't really help herself out of this now. She was just drunk enough to give him a quick glance over. He was an attractive man, nice, she liked him too... and she was drunk and dancing did seem like a splendid idea. And what was the worst that could happen? Surely, he'd figure out why this was popular and they'd come to a peaceable separation. Besides, she'd not been asked to dance in quite a while, and much like her earlier ideations of war-mongering over her, it was quite flattering.

"I can't really say no to an invitation like that..." she mused. A few more sips and she too was doing a couple little rhythmic steps towards the dance floor. Watching Albertus move she also found herself pulling at the collar of her sweater gently. She needed to focus, and make sure she was ready for what was to come. And in a moment like this Albertus had more to say, he had no idea what he was doing. "I don't really think that will be a problem. It's been a while for me too," she said as she took up a place in front of him as they made their way out to the dancefloor. "You'll get the hang of it, actually you probably understand it already just not in this sort of situation..." she mused. She didn't think it was actually possible for an adult man to lack understanding in this case. In fact, she was certain he'd come to understand as the softness of her own body would be found against his her back against his fore as she swayed to the beat of the music. There wasn't unescapable pressure between them yet. Just enough movement that clothing was brushing against skin and bits of soft flesh were rubbing against each other through their clothes.

[Bloodedge]

Once more, Meron would not be saying no to an offer of his. Frankly, Albertus never expected denial. It was interesting enough that she took a moment to consider things, however. That part was at least something new. She was looking more and more like one of his ilk, whether she was the one he should be looking for or not. Even if she wasn't the fated one, what was a bit of fun in the interim? He could sense that something good would come of this, even without knowing for certain what it would be.

Off to the dance floor they went. Albertus brought with him inexperience, and Meron brought with her a bit of rustiness. With such perfect balance between these two things, surely nothing could go wrong at all. Apparently, Albertus was even expected to get the gist of dancing in this way. As for why, he didn't yet know... until Meron took her place in front of/against him. She moved to the music as one could expect, all while Albertus stood still and grew closer to enlightenment. Oh. Well, softness against softness was immediately becoming less of a fact with each sway of Meron's hips. Anshar was reborn as a human, and thus became integrated into this world as such. He had human anatomy, and thus... human urges that his body was making him realize. It even took as little as a few moments for his own hips to move in sequence. This was far from the form of dancing he would have chosen, but he'd hardly be changing things now that the experience was in front of him. Perhaps that much didn't need saying, given what he was 'saying' physically already. Despite that, he'd comment anyway. "Oh. That's new. Is that what it's like?" he wondered aloud. In truth, arousal was a foreign concept to one such as himself. His groin could stiffen as desired, but never before as a matter of reactivity. The current predicament was a thing of humanity... though not something he was innately against either.

[Apollymi]

Meron gave this man a great deal consideration. He was interesting and the more she talked with him... the more he felt like an old friend instead of the relatively new acquaintance she'd made in a bar while trying to drown her sorrows. Of course, it would only become stranger by the moment for her as they began to dance. She wasn't sure what she expected from such an undertaking, but she knew the gist of dancing like this. Her hips were already swaying to the beat and each movement against Albertus' hips had her feeling an interesting amount of stirring. Perhaps it was her own fault, she didn't think through the long term consequences of dancing in this way. It'd seemed like a good idea and she was actually having fun.

Even so, by the time he'd brought attention to it, she could feel the length and girth of his stiffness pressed against her backside. Even just feel alone through clothing had her considering the impressiveness of his tool and such a thought felt so out of the ordinary that she had the grace to seem to be a bit embarrassed about it. "Oh? That escalated quickly," she murmured almost to herself. "This is what it's like... You do seem to understand now, though~" she managed. Pulling away was probably a good idea, but drunken brain said that doing so would be rude. And she was already moving her hips against him in a steady rhythm, and he was quite warm against the back of her person. She couldn't say she disliked dancing with him, so why not continue. Her blood was already quite warm and her heart was already pounding in her chest, a little movement like this was far from the worst thing that could have happened.

[Bloodedge]

Suddenly, Albertus understood everything about how humans perceived dancing now. This was akin to a ritual of some sort, but more of a... mating ritual. Was this what became of the old fertility dances? He supposed it made sense as a method of preparing one or both participants in creation. Besides, it was already seeming quite... fun. The words of Meron were strange, though. That escalated quickly, did it? "Really? I figured you knew it was coming," Albertus claimed. If he had full understanding of modern things already, perhaps he would have meant that in a very specific way. Looking at this woman, it was a certainty that she excelled at causing the rise of men all over the world.

True enough though, he did understand now. Well... that wasn't exactly true; Albertus' understanding was clear to both, yet true in very different regards. "Yeah, I think I get it. Feels good," he said with utmost nonchalance. Albertus was beginning to find a more suitable groove now that he understood dancing in his own way. A quick glance gave him a full detailed look at every person in the nightclub. With a few hundred examples in mind over the course of two seconds, he soon took on wider movements that became more purposed each time his lap found firmer contact with Meron's backside. His hands were loosely resting upon her hips as to avoid impeding any of her own movements, though at certain points in the dance, one or both of his hands were raised overhead. "Somebody should have told me about this years ago! This is awesome!" he exclaimed in the midst of it all.

[Apollymi]

Albertus was a very interesting man. He was dancing with her, and seemingly hadn't missed a beat even in the midst of learning the whole that the activity offered. He went on to say about her slipped utterance that he thought she knew. And while that was true it was a bit more nuanced than that. She'd had kids, she'd enjoyed making them for the most part, and as such it was more than shocking the size of the member rubbing against her backside. "I mean... well..." she was flustered beyond normal reason. She found herself trying to find the right words to describe what she'd thought would happen and her surprise at the findings. "Um, the reaction yes. The size is delightfully surprising..." she managed. "Oops, that was too forward. I'm sorry," she sputtered those words immediately. She was quite certain her face couldn't have gotten redder if she'd downed the whole bottle of alcohol.

He claimed at least to understand the motions they were undertaking and said it felt good, which was to be expected. Actually she was quite fond of this sort of movement herself if she was being honest. When was the last time she'd managed to have this sort of fun? "I think so too..." she managed somewhat meekly. It was strange to be dancing this way, but her drunken body very much had a mind of its own. She was easily swaying her hips shifting against the more rigid movements her body seeming to take on a casual bend as her hips lowered a bit before rising. Just a bit, just the length of thighs and back up. Why was she moving like this? She should probably slow down, he might get the wrong idea if she got into this too much. But... was it actually the wrong idea? Her drunken mind couldn't really get it together. Whatever the case, he claimed this experience was awesome and someone should have told him about it years ago. "Well, you have to go to places like this to find out about it. Or be a teenager, thats where this starts."

[Bloodedge]

Between the two, there were no less than six total children. Both had offspring, and neither would have any complaints about their creation. Perhaps Meron better understood the fun of creation, but Albertus was not totally without enjoyment. Regardless, Meron's apparent surprise had nothing to do with the reaction he had to her... 'dancing' as it were. Instead, it was for the sake of exactly what she felt as said reaction. The mass of his member was apparently something to take note of, even being called a delightful surprise. "Really?" he wondered just before Meron corrected herself, claiming that admission was too forward. He didn't understand why that was something worth apologizing for, but this area was out of the ordinary anyway. "If that's what was on your mind, there's no point apologizing for it. I don't mind anything you say, and I think that was even a compliment? Don't hold your thoughts back; it's not like I could be offended or anything~"

Both parties seemed to take pleasure from the current arrangement. For Albertus, this was a very new thing, though it seemed relatively new to Meron as well... at least for certain reasons. If being in places like this or being a teenager were reasons to learn about these magnificent developments, he wondered how she had any foreknowledge of her own. "So you got this as a teenager? Lucky you! I guess I'm late to the party," he mused while both hands were gliding their way down Meron's sides, en route to her hips again. It didn't seem like these grinding maneuvers were meant to stop, nor did he feel like stopping was worthwhile. With each passing moment, he became firmer still. That wasn't something worth reverting, right? Surely they were meant to keep going all the way to... well, creation itself. "I'm not too sure about that. I'm here and all, but..." Albertus hesitated for a moment, letting his gaze cascade down the back of Meron's body. "I'm pretty sure this is a you-specific thing. Couldn't have done this with anyone else here."

[Apollymi]

Meron was experiencing a strange spiral of emotion. She couldn't really help it, she'd said something aloud that her drunken mind had let fall between the grooves of her brain. She'd never had said such a thing if she'd been sober, but it was apparently well received. The difference between Europeans and Japanese people had to be quite long as a list. After all, he'd taken what she'd said as a compliment and seemed to enjoy quite well her words about him. He claimed she shouldn't apologize and that it sounded like a compliment, she managed to be slightly abashed, but even so relaxed just a tad. "I mean, I did mean it as a compliment. I probably wouldn't have said anything... it seems a bit rude," she mused. Her upbringing seemed to have a rather interesting effect. "Also yes really, it might be dangerous women have gone crazy over less," she said with a sureness of understanding that came from being a woman in the world.

So she continued to move those little shifting hips of hers. Did she get to enjoy this sort of a thing as a teenager? Well, yes just a bit. "I married pretty young, but clubbing was still a pretty popular activity to celebrate after exams and the like," she stated. Ah, but this kind of dancing was pretty normal stress relieve and foreplay for people wanting to wander off. Or for shy couples who weren't sure how to break the ice between themselves. It was a known fact of their culture so it almost went unnoticed as a thing. And then there was so much more that last little dip of her hips had her bending over with an arch in her back before she wiggled those hips of hers against his pelvis. She was probably getting a little too into this for the current situation. She should be trying to calm down by her own logic but... why was that again? By the time she stood up she'd leaned her back against him, the space between their bodies disappearing as she kept moving her hips back and forth. "I don't remember this being so fun before, I'm pretty sure you have a lot to do with that too~" she mused. Oh, she'd just keep being a bit more forward than she had been since Albertus himself didn't mind. She gave a casual glance upwards, she was no small woman but he still managed to be a great deal taller than her. Her mind left her tracing his face in the dim and sparse lighting wondering exactly how they'd gotten to dancing in a club together with no space between them and her more than a little entertaining the idea of being more forward with him than she'd been with anyone else in the past.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, Meron did mean those words as a compliment. Good; he'd find it strange if that had been anything else. As for it seeming rude, he would be remiss to discover she was refraining from anything. Albertus was a very open and free individual who believed in living life to the fullest. Naturally, that included speaking brazenly in all regards. "It's not rude if it's honest," was all he said. Meron had more to say as well, namely the thought that he was somehow dangerous. She was technically right, but she had no reason to know exactly why. So then, what exactly did she mean? "There's something about me that makes women crazy here? That's the first time I'm hearing about it," he said, assuming Meron referenced some unknown trait that affected women within this world or region. He knew of many magical plagues, and knew seeing one of those would be quite problematic.

Many things were already problematic, actually. There wasn't much change in how Albertus danced. In fact, the only changes occurred when he realized Meron was getting lower and lower as she rubbed against his lap. His hands no longer reached her sides by the time he noticed this, but... there was much more to notice. Was there some importance to that arch in her back something of importance? Albertus couldn't know why, yet he certainly felt it was, as evident by his loins' throb of a reaction. Perhaps it had to do with the full visible curvature of her body? It was obvious that arousal came as the immediate result of attraction, which was a concept he could now grasp. Speaking of grasping, the hands on Meron's hips seemed ever so inclined to inch back just a bit. Albertus nearly had both hands upon the woman's backside while she was bent at the waist, but just before he made enough progress, she rose again.

In straightening her posture, Meron somehow left even less space between the two of them. For some reason, it felt only natural for each of Albertus' arms to wrap just slightly around her midriff at such a time. Her hips hadn't stopped moving, and neither had his. This was becoming more and more like the process of creation with barricades. Was that just more of the point? Either way, Albertus was being gazed upon directly as they continued grinding against one another. Meron commented on the fun of this shared activity while passing some of the blame his way. "Hey, I'm just going with the flow you started," he said with a look of certainty. "You got me all worked up, so this is what you get back. I can't take any blame for that~"

[Apollymi]

It's not rude if it's honest. What a foreign concept. Meron was quite certain there was an implied bit of rudeness to saying the types of things that crossed her mind. At the very least the society around her encouraged a lack of that kind of honesty. Still, she wasn't against being honest with the man if he enjoyed hearing such words from her. "You are insanely free-spirited," she said with surety. She'd likely never meet another individual like him in her entire life, but she also figured that was fine. Truly free-spirited individuals were supposed to be rare finds in the world, she considered herself lucky to have crossed his path at all.

As for his question of causing craziness in women. The fact that he had to question it at all, meant he was either super conniving or well-meaning enough to have not figured it out already. Given his nature, she could assume the latter and speak on the issue as she grinded her form against his to emphasize the explanation. "Well that personality of yours is kind enough I wouldn't assume you to do it purposefully," she said with a soft smirk crossing her lips. Perhaps the extra alcohol helped along her honesty a bit. "Even so, this..." she marked that with a movement against his manhood to punctuate her words. "Is something women would covet, keep locked up and have crazy ideations about. Being well-endowed would be like a double-edged sword..." she said. "It'd have a hypnotizing and hysteria causing effect all at the same time if you were to go about just giving it away~" she said and those words almost seemed joking but they were quite true. There was many a story in her old friend group about the jealousy caused by covetousness, especially in relationships with well-endowed men. Still it was nothing like the magical effectiveness he was thinking, or maybe it was but in a different way.

All the while those little maneuvers of Meron's seemed to be enticing a bit of exploration of Albertus. His hands were moving down her hips to her backside as he seemed to be coming to some interesting realizations. She could tell this by the placement of those hands and the pulsing of his groin against her bottom. It really would be fun to experience it... she thought, not truly acknowledging that she had such a thought at all. And as she stood back up, those arms of his wrapped gently around her waist. Oh this was terrifyingly good to feel. He was a strangely safe individual to find yourself tucked against, she could almost forget she'd only met him a couple of hours prior to this, a hand extended upwards giving a comforting pat to the side of his face. Weird she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so inclined to touch a man as such. "Well, you could take a little," she said of their blame. But if what she got out of stirring him physically was a gander at something surprising she couldn't really argue with the results. "Though with the current exchange I can't say I mind~" Honest, a little flirty and accompanied by more of those motions of her swaying hips with just a bit more pressure applied than normal. She couldn't even bare in mind the thought of stopping though she probably should have at least entertained it a bit more.

[Bloodedge]

Was Albertus insanely free-spirited, or had this version of the world become far too reserved? Time would tell which thing was to be considered true. For the moment, Albertus was showing himself as being particularly free with his hands. As if he were a young one going through puberty, or even as if he'd simply become exceedingly excited, Albertus' hands kept up a continuous rubbing motion wherever they landed on Meron's body. Currently, he was almost molesting her abdomen with that gentle grasp. Soon enough, even that would evolve. . .

His lack of understanding was taken mostly at face value, as Meron presumed any madness he caused in women would be accidental. Of course, she'd also go on to explain exactly what trait caused said craziness. Her every move was already seemingly focused on rubbing against his groin, but as part of her explanation, there was an especially focused grind against him. Ah, the endowment of men was also a cause for the sin of Envy now? That was not always the case, but he could fully understand it as a development. "Really, women are like that too? That's new," he mused, grinding against Meron's backside with an amount of purpose that matched her own. It felt only natural that as she pressed more firmly against him, he'd do the same. It wasn't even a conscious thought; it was more of a natural reaction at this point. Human functions were interesting in this cycle. "So this is a pretty good one, huh? Good to know," he commented. In truth, Albertus had no idea where he stood physically among human specimens after reincarnating. In his own era, there was little to no importance in it, as far as Albertus knew.

Alas, this world seemingly held such things in high regard. Meron's demeanor had been changing bit by bit. Initially more reserved than anyone he'd once known, she now seemed like what would have been considered a prospect for creation partnership. Frankly, it was a prospect he would have undoubtedly entertained. Her hand was soon resting on his cheek in the strangest way. With that, his own hands were on the move again. While the left slid its way onto her left hipbone, his right went up instead. Amidst all the grinding and flirting, Albertus was discovering how much his own body reacted to titillation. It could have had something to do with the alcohol, or it could have had nothing to do with that at all. Whatever the cause, his right hand was sliding up Meron's abdomen. If it were uninterrupted, it was to stop only when grasping her bosom. Albertus knew nothing of this desire, but this current body apparently did. "Don't mind what? Taking all the blame yourself, or me being worked up? If I'm being honest, it seems like you like the second part. Unless I'm mixing signals," he muttered. At this point, could it even be believed that they were still dancing? It truly seemed more like the 'creation' Albertus once knew, albeit with several added caveats since being observed by mankind. . .

[Apollymi]

Meron was getting to know Albertus in the strangest way she had so far. His wandering hands and inquisitive personality. He was rubbing along her flesh where he grabbed her and she couldn't remember the last time she felt so very comfortable in the arms of a man. Thinking about it now, she hadn't really been touched since she got pregnant with her last son, so it was quite odd to feel this way. Here and now, his wandering hands were allowed their freedom and she was left to consider the new information he processed. He didn't know women were prone to jealous rages over men and their endowments. She supposed if one never really dealt with a woman long term, or if one didn't have enough female friends it would be strange information to have. "We're only human. There is a lot of pressure on women to not show such negative personality traits, but that wouldn't stop them from existing completely, it'd only bury them deep below the surface until they bubbled over. There are a rare few individuals free enough with themselves and other people to not experience jealousy or the tinge of ownership but many aren't that kind of nice," she explained. It was a simple truth. She wasn't the sort who would stop someone from going to find their true happiness, it was part of the reason her divorce had hurt so much. Her husband didn't have to cut her out of the lives of their children, he could have left her and she wouldn't have held it against him. He was entitled to his desire, just not entitled to use it to hurt others. "That is a modest way to interpret my words. But keep that, it'll be easier to be happy if you don't become full of yourself~" she mused, sharing her own understanding of men with a decent man to offer the kind of woman based advice she thought men often went without.

Over the course of this conversation and dance, Meron had found herself to be opening up more and more. She didn't even mind the movements of his hands against her body and found herself acting impulsively as well. By the time he had a hand upon her hip her body had instinctively bent at the waist causing that hand groping her bosom to receive more of a handful. This could barely be called dancing at this point, most would have called this dry-humping which is exactly why teenagers discovered it first. The movements of her hips and the added pressure of his against hers was almost enough that if she'd been any more stimulated she would have moaned. But that would have been quite indecent. After all, they were already catching a few extra wayward gazes. Though she couldn't properly register them given her own level of intoxication. "I... well..." how to describe this. "If I am being honest, it's probably a bit of both but more the second. I didn't initially mean to, but it's nice to know I managed to get a rise out you," she admitted a bit sheepishly. Still she didn't break away from him nor did she feel inclined to stop herself. "You don't mind, right?" she asked almost innocently, but it was almost impossible for her to appear innocent. Not with her body, and her movements and well that bit of moisture that was definitely already building between her thighs. This man was quite dangerous in this sort of situation in public, and if she was less drunk she likely would have put a more proper bit of space between them. But now, she found herself looking up at him, not minding where his hands were placed, hearing the voice in her head goading her into the idea of trying something new today. Or rather someone.

[Bloodedge]

Only human, she said. That sort of notion should never have applied to Albertus, but now, it did to some extent. It was not even a human trait to possess jealousy, or really anything of the sort. Still, humanity's greatest strength was always going to be its greatest weakness. Humans could become anything just as the Heroes before them did. While they could always use that to better themselves, it made them equally susceptible to all potential negatives as well. For every positive, there must always be a negative. "It makes sense when you put it that way. I can't really afford to do that kind of thing with any random person anyway, so I think I'll be alright. Solid advice though," he admitted. It was quite true, there was a chance Albertus could put an accidental end to any mortal he shared a proverbial bed with. This woman, however, could undoubtedly only be made whole by something like that. From the looks of things, she was naturally climbing the stairwell toward that very eventuality.

Indeed, necessary steps were being taken. The new placement of Albertus' hands caused Meron's own body to shift. She bent forward slightly when his left hand met that part of her hip. That sort of movement did give him even greater access to a bag of flesh he already couldn't fit into a single hand, but... it did much more than that. The product of this shift was another arch in Meron's back while she stood, accentuating the already massive curve of her backside. Albertus had to change his earlier opinion the moment this was realized. "Wow! I thought this was top-notch before, but I think I was wrong. I've never seen anything like this before," he muttered. Albertus' drunken mind couldn't stop the truth spilling out of his face. If nothing else, his true meaning didn't emerge verbally. It seemed this woman had the proportions of later Creators, albeit with the mortal alterations that came after childbirth. Her curves were therefore even greater than what the Creators typically boasted, not simply because her mana dictated it, but because she was affected by the laws of physics or whatever humans called it.

Based on the reactions of his body, Albertus figured humans had kept their instinct and then some. The one called Kujaku Meron was not one he felt an unbreaking attachment to... yet she was certainly something he felt something else toward. "Oh, me? I don't mind much of anything. If it makes you happy, I'm glad to have contributed," he assured. The true meaning of that statement didn't much matter. As she looked up at him, his gaze was returned. All that grinding had never stopped in spite of wandering eyes. In fact, it seemed things were elevating even more. Albertus' right hand felt so naturally placed, he squeezed Meron's breast as if to keep it from falling out of his grasp. His left hand also firmed its grip on her hipbone, inadvertently keeping her bottom and his groin pressed securely against each other. To Albertus, it felt almost like sinking his manhood into a cloud, while the reality of it was that his sizeable bulge had succinctly wedged itself betwixt her massive cheeks.

[Apollymi]

Meron gave advice and it was strangely accepted at face value. Albertus claimed to not be capable of such a thing with just any random stranger, but Meron considered herself a random stranger to him. Perhaps it wasn't as deep as she thought. Maybe, they'd just found each other at the right time and ended up getting along more than he'd managed with any other random woman so far. Perhaps he had a physical type and she fit that mold, with her out of the ordinary body for a Japanese woman. "I felt like you didn't really need that advice, but I'd feel a bit bad if I didn't give it in advance," she stated calmly. Of course, she would, she was Japanese and politeness was the corner stone of their society.

Whatever the case, the bend in her posture caused by his grip on her hip. She couldn't really help it, such a thing was practically or rather impractically programmed into her body. What was more, an utterance about the view he received was something she'd not expected. She'd recently stated that she'd been a bit pleased by the idea of being able too get a rise out of him. Imagine her surprise when he outright admitted to the joy of the view of her rear and back. Was it possible that he'd not experienced placing himself at the rear of a woman before. Did he not know the joy of sinking between folds from behind the target. "Don't say that... it makes my mind wander~" she mused. Of course she meant that in a very specific way. She was trying not to go too far, but it was getting harder and harder. Especially with the most recent development.

This manhood was pressed between her cheeks. And that was an interesting sensation to say the least. There was also a firmer grip on her breast which kept them from properly separating. The smallest moan slipped from between her lips. That was more than a bit embarrassing, how was she supposed to deal with this man being so close and managing such a feat? "Again, a strangely optimistic outlook... still it's probably good you don't mind," she stated in a manner most obvious. She couldn't help it, those firmed grips had her moving against his hips and finding herself having problems distinguishing what should be her activities from what was her current activities. Her body was shifting against his, and she wasn't even sure it had anything to do with music anymore? Was she even on beat? Was it purely reactive? Did she want to stop when she was certain they could dance the night away.

[Bloodedge]

"I probably don't, but I'll never say no to a friendly hint. Having that in mind might keep me from slipping up in the future," he stated. Even the most knowledgeable of individuals could benefit from the occasional reminder or advisement from others. Albertus was far from a genius in regards to this world, so he'd undoubtedly take all the advice he could get.

Apparently, he'd be taking more than just advice. Meron's body kept making allowances, and his body kept taking advantage. He was wedged between her buttocks and had a bit more room to throb as a result, so he did just that. It seemed almost as if his manhood wished to fill all possible space between those lumps of flesh, even though there were at least two layers of clothes between. It was true that he'd never experienced this angle before. Even so, these new urges were taking care of things themselves. Was it not simply the case for him? That much was a possibility, given Meron's own words. She claimed his observation was making her mind wander, though in no specific terms. "Wander where? Don't go keeping it a secret; that sounds exciting!" Meron may have been trying to avoid going too far, but Albertus had no such inclinations. He was a Creator of the old world. They could have begun the process of creation in a moment, before a thousand spectators, and it would have been completely normal in those times. Perhaps that wasn't the way of humans in this world and era. It certainly didn't seem like that, though, with Meron reacting so freely. Though... the drunken state may have been at least partially to blame, not that Albertus would fully grasp something like that.

He'd never really get the point of privacy while Meron was content to moan the way she did. Even in the times before 'creation' became more than simply performing one's duties, enjoyment of one's craft was once naturally understood. The meaning of a moan was obvious. The wayward glances were not so obvious, however. Perhaps there were whispers throughout the club, or even direct callouts. Alas, Albertus was making another discovery. So much movement immediately after drinking massive amounts of alcohol seemed to have... activated the liquid's effects. He could hardly see straight, much less hear and process in normal time. On the other hand, the reason felt like some redirect to another sense: his sense of touch. Everything happening between them currently felt incredible beyond belief. This should have been how the Creators of old observed their craft. Had they done so, the population of that old world would have soon trumped both this planet and its dimensional twin.

[Apollymi]

Albertus was an interesting man. So interesting in fact, that he apparently took her advice and managed to find it useful, even though he didn't think he'd need it. How interesting. Many men wouldn't just take such blanket advice, and more than that would have thought her stupid. "I'm glad it works for you..." she mused. Of course, Meron couldn't help feeling extra at ease by the end of this, her body had lost tension and she seemed to be swaying to no particular beat.

Not that it mattered, it seemed that Albertus was content wedged between her cheeks. Of course, that was pretty interesting. She could feel him there and found it nice. She couldn't help but move against it and more than that her mind was indeed actually wandering. Actually it could be said that she was arguing with her desires. This man with every movement and every word, was becoming a pretty viable target. There was no reason she shouldn't get to experience some form of happiness in her life, and what was to say he couldn't provide a bit of it in the here and now? He seemed content enough to join her on her little journey, he was roused and waiting for the main event. He was also quite handsy. "I... um... it's a bit difficult," she started trying to think of a way to phrase her thoughts. "My mind is wandering towards the next phase. You seem pretty interested. And I'm interested," she said. "So would you be interested in seeing more things you haven't yet?" she asked in an obviously flirty way. Actually given the placement of his hands and groin she was certain even if he hadn't seen the whole show he had no reason to not understand what she was getting at. Besides, she was a little bit aware of the glances and gazes on them, it wouldn't be long at all until someone showed up to tell them the time was up on their table and to encourage them (none too gently) to head for somewhere more private to express their affection. Besides those words were marked by gentle shifting of her hips and a firmer press against his person, even her unoccupied hand was meeting his against her hip, entwining their fingers as she enjoyed the feel of him against herself.

[Bloodedge]

Maybe, amidst all their movements that had taken on a totally different purpose, these two were still moving in sequence with the music. Maybe. Albertus definitely had little to no concern for the music at this point. This surely couldn't have been leading anywhere but that one blaringly obvious path. How did humans go about getting there, though? There were so many avenues to explore─ especially with all this woman had to work with.

Ah, but what did she intend to do with all that? She spoke of her mind wandering, much to his curiosity. He didn't know what sort of argument she was having with herself, but the journey was only important to the wanderer in cases like these. In his case, he walked a parallel path with only closely-related events along the way. His was one of discovery. What would come next? How did it all differ from what he knew? What would be occurring beyond that? Apparently, Meron's mind also moved toward the immediate future. He was interested, she was interested, there was no reason to do anything but move forward.

What more though? Meron alleged that there was something more he hadn't seen. That was a surefire way to get and keep Albertus' attention. A sigh passed his lips as his crotch experienced even greater pressure than before. That hand atop his own seemed like a physical invitation. His still-free hand was outright groping her chest, a single finger even finding a peculiar bump that could only be a nipple beneath those layers. "Even more?! Groovy. I'm pretty sure you can't show me something I wouldn't like. What've ya' got for me first?" he asked as if he expected something to occur in this very moment. Whatever she was talking about, that had to be a possibility, right?

[Apollymi]

Humans? They went about these kinds of endeavors in a strange way. Kujaku Meron wasn't exactly someone who picked up men to take home with her. But in the case of Albertus Animusphere, she felt like she would be doing exactly as her drunken brain thought she should. Hell, at this point it wasn't even just her brain, she was being tuggled along the proper path by her body as well. Actually, this man's hands on her body was just enough to lead her away from a more controlled path. Beyond that, she seemed more than willing to take this road less traveled with someone like Albertus. In fact, she'd be quiet for just a bit as they explored a bit further.

How? Well, he was now holding her hip rather tightly, and her fingers were entwined with his. Actually, she could feel not just his manhood pressed against her backside, but also his finger finding the peak at the tip of one of her breasts. Another little slip of a moan escaped her lips, how could it not? This was a bit worse than she remembered it being, or rather better. Of course, there was the moving along they were talking about. And now he seemed pretty excited to move on as well. Still, he didn't seem to be making any extra moves, or extricating himself from their rather close quarters. Maybe things were truly different where he was from, "I would say we could go back to my place... but I don't know if you'll make it..." she mused feeling his girth against her she doubted he'd get very far with most if not all of his bloodflow diverted. "We could go to a love hotel, before they throw us out of here for being too... expressive," yes that was the way she chose to phrase it. Perhaps these phrases would make sense, perhaps they wouldn't but she still hadn't bothered stopping this man from touching her the way he was, and more and more wayward glances were now coming their way.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus was very keen to know what Meron had in mind. The status quo of human interaction was entirely foreign to him. Meron had at least four births of experience under her belt, so it was expected that she be more than capable of guiding. Albertus had every reason to believe their activity of choice would be performed here and now, but alas, that was obviously not to be the case. That was strange. When he was the divine being Anshar, he and his paired one Kishar being observed was a privilege to all. Onlookers viewed them whilst awestricken, as if seeing the birth of a new star. In all honesty, that would sometimes be the case. Why then, was Meron talking about going elsewhere?

Ah! She did speak of madness in women, so perhaps it was in his best interest to keep matters more private. On the other hand, there had already been enough buildup that putting things off would be far from pleasant; Anshar could tell as much without any prior knowledge. It also wouldn't have been a very good idea to move around just yet, considering. "I don't know if I'll make it either. Feels like I probably won't," he explained. Albertus continued 'dancing' if it could even be called that anymore, eventually settling on additional words after a few silent moments. "Shouldn't I not let this be seen anyway? I figure walking around now would make somebody crazy. So, what's a love hotel?"

[Apollymi]

The creation rituals of the old world, were something that would have been viewed as exceedingly foreign in the new world. Here on the side where science and logic prevailed, people had long since become secretive in how they joined bodies. No one was sure when it happened, but most wouldn't want to be viewed while in the act of copulation. It'd become the shame of people a long time before, even the birth of children was seen as problematic outside of a few specific instances. In the great view of world history here was probably a reason for that, but in the here and now, it was simply a matter of decency politics. Ah, but that didn't matter, here and now they were dancing. During this dance, it'd become obvious that the pair were drunk enough to not think things through. Like how they'd be making the transition to private places. But admittedly it was rather hard to think, with hands placed on her form and her body naturally progressing so far towards the peak of arousal.

Ah, but they did need to move. "Um... I... think... I..." she seemed to be putting together her thoughts and organizing them in a strange way. "Oh right. I was prepared a bit anyway," she said. Now, she'd not been prepared for a sexual encounter of any sort, but she'd been drinking and it wasn't always safe for women to wander home intoxicated so she often used a car service when she'd had a few too many. Here and now, she needed simply to send a message to her driver for the night to make sure she and her guest could be taken to her home. And they only needed to make their way across the dancefloor towards the door, without revealing his aroused state to the masses. In a moment she used a hand to reach into the neckline of her top only to come out with a small electronic device in the shape of a rounded rectangle. In a single moment she moved it andit seemed to split in half revealing a screen which lit up dimly. Ah, and now she was typing in the name of the club she was at, with more than a few spelling errors requesting the car pick up her and a guest to take her home. It went something like "Meed Rude Hime 4 2. At club down street frm hotell ber" Ah, that poor driver found himself looking at a text like one he'd seen a few times before but also different. His patron had moved on from a hotel bar to a club? Good for her, but the message was just as unclear as it always was after she'd been drinking. Good thing he'd gotten used to it, and knew she needed a ride home, for two people? Goodness. Instead of trying to figure out where she'd wandered off too, he used a set bit of information to figure out where she was, it was sort of new and called GPS. Ah, well... now he knew so he sent back a message. "Will arrive in front in five minutes, Ma'am." Good good, the driver being an upstanding citizen would even make sure the car was stocked for the lady's 'adventures' in the next few minutes.

The swaying of her hips didn't stop at all and now they had an out. "Yosh! Now, we just have to make our way to the door, I have a car service coming to pick us up," she mused. "If you stay close we can avoid shifting backwards and exposing you~" she mused. Ah, and she'd slipped a bit more in the last few minutes seeming to reveal a strange happier side of herself complete with a little slang.

[Bloodedge]

There weren't many ways to escape the current predicament in Albertus' mind. Most of his ideas involved using magic, but he couldn't be seen doing something like that. Maybe he could get away with making them both unseen by creating some sort of shroud? Yes, some cloak of invisibility would be a wonderful invention! No... that was apparently unnecessary. It seemed Meron was prepared for this eventuality, or at least something along those lines. She reached into her top, and looked from Albertus' angle to be fumbling around her breasts. Was she changing her mind about the whole privacy thing? While wondering, Albertus found himself further molesting the right side of her chest.

What Meron actually did was fish some device out of her top. Ah, he'd seen something like that before; it was one of those portable communication devices. Human innovation proved useful enough that she could proceed to acquire transport for both of them in a few moments. He really had to get one of those things if they were that practical. Maybe he'd make one. Whether he did so or not, any current problems they had were officially solved... apart from the fact that they still had to reach the exit like this. That wasn't much of a problem at all though, was it? All Albertus had to do was prevent being separated from the woman in front of him; his body was already onboard with the plan. "Not a problem! You won't feel me move away for a second; pinky promise!" he stated with a wiggle of his smallest finger. True to his word, when they began moving toward the exit, his groin would remain firmly against Meron's posterior as he seemed to be dancing onward without a care. "But no promises once we're somewhere else. I'm excited in a way I've never been before. Anything could happen; I've got no idea what. That alright?"

[Apollymi]

Plans were in motion. It didn't escape Meron's notice that this man had become even more handsy while she fished out her phone. She'd found herself biting her lips just a bit trying not to moan from the extra attention. Surely this man knew exactly what he was doing, and knew the kind of stirring such activities could cause. Even so, she actually managed to utilize her own plans to get them an out to a problem their drunken minds and wandering hands and body had created for them. He even went on to claim that she wouldn't feel him move away for even a second while they made their way across the club. He offered innocently a pinky promise. "Ara? That's such an innocent thing to do, still~" she mused extending her own pinky. She placed her phone back into her bra and started their movement forward.

They danced across the floor, stopping when appropriate and the man not truly separating from her person. As they moved she found her own mind wandering to what he'd actually want to do. She'd never actually been inclined to take a random man home, but here and now she felt like it would only be right if she did. Ah, but his promise came with a warning, he couldn't promise anything afterwards, when they were alone together. He was excited in a way he hadn't been before? Oh? A man like him with children of his own already was excited for her? "It's more than alright," she said blushing intensely. Oh this man was doing strange wonders for her self-esteem. She couldn't believe such an interest was taken in her, and beyond that even while flirting he managed to make her feel desirable. It was bound to be quite the experience for both of them. Eventually they'd make it out so close together and a breeze would greet them along with a long car.

A black limosine with tinted windows and a man with a hat in hand stood outside the back door. This was of course, the care she'd called for, her most trusted driver nodded his understanding of the situation with a small smirk crossing his lips in the moment. "Good evening, Ma'am. It seems you've managed to have a pleasant evening, home?" he confirmed with here waiting for her to enter the backseat of the vehicle. "Yes, of course, we're both going. Sankyuu~" she managed sliding into the backseat first and extending a hand to Albertus as well. The divider between the drivers compartment and the rest of the car was already up and several items would be found in the back. This included bottled water, a variety box of condoms, sodas, snacks she enjoyed and a small trashcan in case anyone got sick. Every precaution taken once both passengers were inside, he'd close the door and go back to the front seat. He'd turn his own music up and shake his head. He'd not seen his employer look quite this happy in a while, though she seemed like she was pretty close to breaking a few social taboos, he could only feel relieved for her sake.

[Bloodedge]

This little journey through the nightclub got off without a hitch. Sure there was a moment or two in which they had to stop and avoid some random other clubgoer, but for Albertus, that was just more time to feel the strange pleasure of grinding against Meron's rear. Albertus now knew what anticipation was truly like. By the time they were met by the outside breeze, he throbbed furiously against Meron's backside─ something he previously didn't even know was possible. What were they to do when there was no longer music to dance to? Well, it seemed Albertus was content to keep hold of Meron's hips while remaining pressed against her. Luckily, their transport vehicle was just ahead.

For a car, this one was particularly long. Just after Meron entered the back, Albertus slid in behind her. It became clear that this was a very, very different vehicle than he was used to. He looked ahead, and he couldn't even see the location meant for a driver. Hell, there was even the sound of music coming from what would have been the driver's seat─ loudly enough to drown out sounds from where he and Meron were seated. Was this what Meron meant by 'love hotel' earlier? Food and beverage were assorted, along with a few other unrecognizable things; it all reminded him of old Creator temples. So, upon seating himself on a chair spanning one full side of the vehicle's rear, Albertus expressed his curiosity. "This is new. I keep seeing new things today. Didn't expect any of this to happen when I came to Japan," he mused. Albertus hadn't been sure what would happen once they were out of the club, but now that they were, he was momentarily too awestricken to act on much of anything.

[Apollymi]

They'd make it all the way through the club. There were even a few lovely breaks where the movements of Albertus hips against her backside left her swooning just a bit. This was truly going to be an experience. She could even feel the throbbing of him on the thin leggings and basically nonexistent undergarments she wore. Even upon reaching the breeze the man stayed pressed against her. She might have found that strange, but in his case it was actually pretty comforting. It'd been a long time since she'd felt like a man was trying to keep hold of her, keep her close and knew for a fact he was beyond excited to be with her. After a few passing words to her driver and having a general idea of how long of a ride it was going to be before they arrived, she watched with contentment as Albertus joined her in the limo.

Strangely, he expressed wonder at the vehicle. It was obvious he'd never been in one before and while that wasn't completely strange it was something worthy of a cheeky joke or two as she settled in next to him. "Really?" she asked seeming to find his words on the moment rather strange. "Well, I will admit to this being a rather different sort of night, but you might want to get used to limousines. If you're planning to do something world renowned or innovating, being able to travel from place to place with privacy and snacks is a must," she said. Ah more strange advice from one who already lived a 'privileged' sort of life. She knew in general of his plans, and the idea of a videogame on the proportions of a world sounded exactly like the sort of thing that could easily skyrocket a development team to fame unknown. And now that they were all alone and she knew her driver wouldn't be too traumatized given he couldn't hear she settled in properly against Albertus' side. She wasn't innately demanding attention again immediately instead she seemed to be a bit lost in her own sensations and understanding of the moment. She stared at him again taking in the details of his face in dim lighting as they moved, being gently rocked against him as the car traveled. There was no need for them ot miss out on everything, and in looking around apparently her driver thought she might have needed a bit care, having made some pharmacy pick ups as well. She'd have make sure he got a good tip, she always did the morning after he picked her up on one of these sorts of nights. He'd been a loyal employee her entire marriage, even opting to continue working for her instead of her husband when their separation was announced.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus had been in a few vehicles over the years since his reincarnation. Never before had he been inside one like this. Looking around, the back alone was more like a human sitting room than a car. Side-by-side in a backseat that could hardly be called such, they had all he knew was necessary for just... living. "Yeah, really. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty sweet. This whole night is, really. You think so too," he commented. Just at the end there, Albertus seemed to understand things in a deeper way than he should have. His eyes shifted toward Meron, almost as if he were looking through her body to something deeper. Maybe it was a simple matter of imagining what was beneath her clothes? Sadly, that was not the case. As a God of Creation, he had a sense for certain opportunities. Said opportunity was for creation itself, and the sense had adjusted appropriately enough through his own arousal, that he was able to feel Meron's in a way he understood.

The longer he observed, the more he understood... and the less he understood. It made sense that Meron seemed like one of his own people, but it also made no sense at all. She couldn't have been the one affected by his reincarnation spell, could she? There didn't seem to be a big enough divine spark, even though one certainly existed in there somewhere. Maybe his mana had passed into her and dissipated over the additional years, prior to his rebirth? If that were the case, perhaps it would show itself fully if activated? There were no others he felt with a similar enough presence in this world. "Something's different about you. Makes me wonder if you're something I've been looking for over the years. Are you?" he wondered aloud.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he thought this whole setup was 'pretty sweet', and he thought the whole night was, and commented that she did too. She wouldn't deny this, it was quite the night for her. "Ah, well yes. It's been one of the better nights I've had," she mused. A chuckle was the best she could offer such a moment. To be honest she probably hadn't had such a positive night since her divorce. Beyond that, she seemed to be having an interesting time. Ah, but there was more, Albertus seemed to be staring through her, such a look made her squirm a little under his gaze, she wasn't really used to anyone looking at her like that.

In the interim he said some more words. Was she something he'd been looking for over the years? Maybe, but she had no reason to know what he'd been looking for. "Ah, well... I wouldn't really know right. The only one who could answer that is you," she answered in a manner which was almost cheeky. "Regardless... I am just a person who happens to get along with you right now, and that is enough for me," she concluded. Long term engagements, or life-long dreams weren't necessarily things Meron entertained anymore. In the most direct terms, this man stirred her loins, challenged her mind and softened her heart in current times so she didn't need much else right now. She just wanted a little physical atteniton and whatever happened beyond that wasn't something her drunken mind could bother being concerned with. No she had more direct concerns, she was looking at his lips staring into his face and she couldn't help but lean in a little bit, ah well they did have quite a bit of privacy and her hand was now resting against his thigh, it'd be a bit direct to reach, right?

[Bloodedge]

Both parties could say their night had been far better than other nights of recent years. A few years was hardly a long time for Albertus, but as one who enjoyed existence as he did, it was still nothing to shake a stick at. "I can tell. You're glowing," he said nonchalantly. Albertus' words were true; his own perspective showed a special glow around Meron. In this world, she was the perfect specimen for creation. Surely there could be no better host of foreign mana, right?

Albertus truly wondered if this woman was the one he sought. Something was very wrong, yet something was so obviously very right. He could never claim to understand all things, and in truth, the reincarnation spell was not something of his own creation. That sort of thing was the work of his twin brother multiple cycles ago; Albertus had never learned every detail about its functionality. According to Meron, he was the only one who could tell if she was the one he sought. The important thing for her was that they got along for the moment, which was all Meron needed to have and show interest. Perhaps... that was all that really mattered overall. Perhaps the here and now was all he needed to finish the spell. Perhaps it was all irrelevant simply because he could be enjoying himself, regardless of the spell and all its workings. Yes, that was the best outlook. He'd worry about the matter of his reincarnation when it became relevant. First, Albertus would concern himself with Meron's current approach.

Meron's hand was resting on his thigh. Why was a simple touch something he found pleasant? That was something to think about later. More imperative was the brazen staring into his face, particularly around the mouth region. He'd once known one who did not always speak their desire, instead showing a number of specific signs to hint at them. In this case, Meron's approach was somewhat familiar. As she leaned toward him with eyes on his lips, he understood the indirect request, the desire for... a mana transfer, as it was once called. He took the hint and leaned in as well. There was hardly any space to close before dampened, liquor-stained lips pressed gently against Meron's. He was reincarnated into a humanlike vessel and thus had less to offer than his original self, but even the small portion of mana found in Albertus' saliva was beyond this world. Meron had no reason to know or understand, but... many would find his energies to be well beyond lifechanging in some way or another. Perhaps Albertus would get to see what humans were like when they had epiphanies, or whatever sort of thing they went through in such moments. . .

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he could tell she was having a pretty good night. How? According to the man she was in the company of, she was glowing. How strange. People usually only said such things to pregnant or exceedingly happy women. Women whose bodies were full of life. She didn't consider herself in such a way, even so she found the statements heartwarming. So much in fact, that her face gained a reddened hue and she seemed a bit sheepish afterwards. "Well, I mean... Thanks." she managed. Of course, she didn't expect a sentence like that, and being offering something like that only seemed to contribute to her sense of self.

Ah, but it wasn't just about herself either. Albertus was a very interesting man, and it was only becoming more obvious to her as they stayed in each others company. Here and now she seemed to be looking at him, and staring at his mouth but why was she doing that. She thought his lips looked kissable. She found his face attractive. With a hand resting against his thigh she didn't have any thoughts about things like 'duty' or even 'creation'. No. Her intentions were a bit less noble than anything like that. Here and now, she found her wiles still worked just a bit. Perhaps there had simply been something wrong with her husband, that he'd decided to abandon her in the way he did. How did she come to realize this? Well, Albertus seemed to understand her unspoken desires quite a bit, enough to lean down and bring their lips together.

Ah, but would she have noticed if there was power in his saliva? Likely not. No that gentle press of lips did something but it had very little to do with power and everything to do with... biology. Yes. That was a much better way to think about it. She found herself stirring in desire a long time before this first gentle press of lips, and liquor and softness and warmth was all she needed to loosen up a bit. She leaned in a bit more, finding herself capable of becoming a bit more direct in a moment like this. That hand of hers firmed against his thigh, and her own tongue darted out towards lips. She wanted him to open his mouth, her tongue begged entry. She wanted to explore, she wanted her building desire to find its outlet, as they traveled towards her home. That leaning of hers, became a bit more pointed, it was like she intended to close the space between them again, but they weren't dancing. They had no audience and they didn't really have a purpose either. No, she'd be content to slip her tongue in his mouth, rub her body against his, and even explore his mouth with her tongue. It was no matter of power, though it likely had some effect she couldn't place yet. No, this was a matter carnality which she'd indulge in with little present guilt. Those small noises of hers could be heard as the softness of her chest pressed against his side, and her hand seemed to travel along the length of his thigh even through his clothing. The muscles of her own legs seemed to tense just a bit like she was building up to something.

[Bloodedge]

Carnality. Such was a concept only slightly grasped by old Creators like Albertus, formerly Anshar. Such could be called the watered-down effect of a sense for creation. What did mortals call it? It was... ah yes, arousal. Arousal was but an urge to create that abandoned conscious thought. Albertus could feel it today. Gone was the overflow of mana that demanded an outlet, and in was the simple urge to answer the call of his own body. He didn't feel like creation was necessary. He didn't feel it was time to construct a new entity or object; he felt it was time to do something very different. What was it, though? When had creation become about the act itself? For Albertus, the answer was... today.

He couldn't explain what that hand on his thigh was doing. The contact of their mouths was normal until he felt an additional warm source of moisture against his lip. Oh, it was a tongue. What was that for? Albertus may not have known, but his body reacted as humans did. His lips parted, and suddenly, there was an invasion by that tongue. What was he to do? Fend it off? Yes. No. The conscious thought was to do something about it. The active thought however, was to welcome it to its vacation home with the caress of his own tongue. The natural reactions of human bodies was so interesting. Even beyond the aforementioned new experience, Albertus' hand had unconsciously found its way to her bosom again─ both of them. She had much to offer, so of course a hand for each side was to be expected, right? That made sense. He'd have even thought of something to offer as commentary... normally. Alas, it was quite hard to speak while tongues were trying their hardest to entangle each other during the continuous exchange of saliva. Meron tasted of a medley of at least alcohols. Well, that was natural. That wasn't all, though. Being what he was, Albertus could taste the true flavor hidden from mortal senses. Beneath the alcohols, there was the taste of some... fruit? It had a sweetness to it while being nothing he recognized from the original world. Whatever it was, he rather enjoyed it. As such, he couldn't be kept from seeking more as Meron's mouth was greeted by the vengeful insertion of his tongue while his molesting tendencies returned to her breasts.

[Apollymi]

Humanity was a race of instinct. People like Meron and those of her generation didn't truly understand all of the ins and outs of mana or anything like that, but they did naturally do what their bodies wished. Meron herself had birthed four children, this was a thing done because it felt like the right and most natural thing to do. Here and now she was experiencing a strange amount of desire towards a relative stranger. But it wasn't necessarily about creating anything, she simply wanted to do something with someone who wanted to do it with her. It was a strangely simple and selfish little wish, manifesting in her as this carnal desire and arousal at a man who'd helped her take her mind off her life problems.

So, what would she do. She'd gained access to his mouth but it almost appeared as if it wasn't a natural inclination of his. Was he? No. That couldn't be the case, no man with children should be unfamiliar with kissing as she was presenting it now, right? Her mind wouldn't have wrapped around it as an idea, and it appeared it wouldn't have to. It didn't take long for him to begin moving against the wet muscle she'd positioned within his mouth. It also didn't take long for the man to begin his hand based exploration of her person again. Hands met her chest once more and she didn't have it in her to deny it at all. No, instead she'd found herself leaning into his grasp and finding her own mouth open enough to be invaded. How nice. She welcomed her new visitor with haste, finding the strokes to be something she enjoyed quite honestly. Ah and the movement of her hand against his thigh was slowly evolving as well, moving closer and closer to his manhood, she'd eventually brush against it once more. She had more clear intentions this time, she cared little if she roused him this way, she was planning to have sex, and all but the location were taken care of that this point. She moaned just a little as she tasted his mouth, it should have mostly been alcohol but was there something else there. Ah, maybe, she definitely seemed to like it a bit as she kept up her efforts. She thought herself a bit rusty at this sort of thing, but he was definitely quite good at it. That kiss was going to last and only become more intense as sensations in her breast seemed to send direst jolts down her spine and between her legs. She didn't remember her body being this sensitive. Was it something to do with the alcohol? Was it the company? Was it yes? It didn't really matter, she'd enjoy and before she realized it she was pretty earnestly rubbing against his manhood meeting his tongue, taking small soft bites at his lips and breathing most erratically.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus just couldn't stop learning things about mankind this night. He realized multiple times that he was coming to understand arousal. Now though, there was something extra in the mix. This thing called passion was something becoming solid in his mind. That's what this all was, right? A simple act of passion perpetuated this entire meeting in the back of a limousine. They both could have waited, but neither was willing to. Surely that was passion's definition. Their tongues danced in the strangest way while they each busied their hands. It was all far more simple than things used to be, wasn't it? Clearly.

A single brush against Albertus' member kickstarted something very new, very different. That lone act was placed around the same time that the rubbing and squeezing of Meron's breasts took place, and then... it became something more. Meron was eventually rubbing not his thigh, but very exclusively his tool. That felt... strange, but oh so magnificent. It shouldn't have been that. He could understand the act alone as a very low-tier transmission of mana, but it hardly made sense for it to be pleasurable on his end with those trousers between. Did humans really gain pleasure from a sense of touch alone? Apparently they did. With that surprising realization, there was the briefest break in an already strange kiss, during which a heated breath passed from Albertus' mouth directly into Meron's. He couldn't even stop it; this pleasure thing was almost overwhelming. Regardless, Albertus was soon lashing out at the woman's mouth once again. His hands were groping her bosom more fervently with this new development. There was too much against each hand for either to reach everything, but they certainly seemed to be trying their best to do so. Perhaps in due time, their overall efforts would have retroactively reached every inch of those mounds. . .

[Apollymi]

A strange amount of dancing was being done between this pair of people. Learning through this experience wasn't even one-sided either. The more the man formerly known as Anshar learned about humanity, the more Meron seemed to learn about herself. She'd for a while been thinking that there was something wrong with her. That she was unattractive, frigid or some other problematic thing. But she felt heat right now, burning between her legs and in her face. She had a sped up heartrate and could also feel the pulsing of a tool awakened by a gentle touch through is breeches. Surely there was actually nothing wrong with her, right?

Albertus surely didn't think so. No, he was exploring her mouth so passionately she was certain she'd die of fever long before they reached their destination. Actually, his hands had taken on a more fervor filled exploration seeming to want to reach all the surface her massive bosom possessed. It felt so nice, being touched in a manner so desirously. It seemed to help tear down those remaining negative thoughts. Why shouldn't she? Became the mantra of her movements. That hand of hers, could rather expertly free him of his breeches, she could touch the skin beneath as she breathed him in. Surely, he wouldn't be stopping her any time soon right? If she managed she'd free him and stroke that tool that had sparked her curiosity directly. She suddenly felt like a teenager unwrapping someone for the first time instead of a mother of four. But that was fine too right? She hadn't asked as much as she would have anyone else, but he seemed to be quite alright with how she chose to progress. His actions elicited more moans from her throat, her body's natural reaction of warming and stiffening beneath his hands. Nipples hardened, core slickened her eyes gained heavy lidded attributes and even those little sounds of her mouth became more fevered. As one hand rubbed his manhood the other traced back up along his face, to be found slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him in playing in sliver locks. She'd probably gotten far too into this, but she truly couldn't stop herself from partaking at this point.

[Bloodedge]

How very odd. The notion of feeling with body alone was a foreign one to Albertus. Even so, he dived headlong into it after discovery. After all, what purpose was there in restraint? He was an enjoyer of all things as he always had been, so he'd enjoy this new thing as well. Meron moaned repeatedly, and he at least knew that to be a positive thing. So then, he kept things going as they were... or tried to.

There was an aspect of this ritual that Albertus found both strange and exciting. In his time, any clothing that actually existed would have been done away with magically. In this world and era, things seemed very different. Meron was grasping at the zipper to his trousers, working toward freeing his tool by her own merit. Albertus could only believe this to be a new version of old rituals. Yes, perhaps humans enjoyed disrobing each other? With that in mind, Albertus knew what he'd be doing next. First came something else. First came the efforts of Meron successfully unleashing his throbbing shaft from its confines. What a relief that was. Endowed as he was, these human breeches were perhaps the most constricting thing he'd ever known before his cock was allowed to burst free. He could only imagine how constricted Meron should feel in that top, especially while her nipples gained firmness under his hands. Surprise surprise, Albertus took hold of her top and lifted it after a marked amount of effort only to find... that there was still something else in the way? He hadn't lifted it fully─ just enough to hike it over her breasts. By the time his hands landed on those mounds again though, there was more fabric still. What were all these layers humans wore? He wore pants only because it seemed to be the standard, but was he to be told there were layers expected underneath? That didn't make sense at all, and he hadn't even looked to see what this was yet! Of course there was ample time to look, but Albertus' eyes were closed at the time. That was about all he could manage to avoid looking like an idiot, as the hand stroking his uncovered meat left his eyes rolling back into his skull.

[Apollymi]

Feeling with one's body was human nature, and it was something Albertus was discovering and Meron was rediscovering. In all actuality, she was discovering the fun in being molested in such a way. Though she'd been married before, never had sex or foreplay between them felt this kind of passionate or intimate. It probably spoke to Albertus' credit while simultaneously discrediting her former husband that this felt so very good to her. Even so, she took a marked bit of pride in being successfully able to free the man from his breeches without any undo harm coming to him. And only wiggled slightly as he pulled at her top, knowing it was a bit different to try and get someone out of girl clothes if you weren't used to doing it.

It didn't matter though, she'd been quite enjoying the feeling of his hands against her, and as he finally managed to lift her shirt one less layer between his hands and her skin was something she could appreciate. She didn't even question the man's lack of undergarments, she doubted he would have had a good time finding them considering the size of his member. Regardless, whenever he actually managed to open his eyes again, he'd be confronted by the view of Meron's chest within a lacey blue bra. It matched in design type and color the underwear she wore beneath her pants, which were thongs of lacey quality as well. She'd not intended for anyone to see this, even so, she seemed to be content to allow his gaze to wander, if it pleased him. Instinct had led them this far, and instinct would eventually have her separate her mouth from his, leaving a string of kisses along his face and neck as her heated breaths danced over his skin. All the while her hand found some sort of rhythm against his manhood stroking with the same kind of passion she'd had at their start.

[Bloodedge]

If he wasn't sure before, Albertus was now certain this was the meaning of passion. Various things were happening between the two, but no one thing was allowed to take away from other occurrences for longer than a single breath. Even as Meron shifted to make his lifting of her shirt easier, her hand was still moving up and down his length. It wasn't until their lips parted by machinations of Meron that his eyelids peeled open again. Ah, he could finally see what this additional layer of clothing was. It had the look of something meant specifically to cup her breasts, blue and slightly ornate like a ceremonial garb. When looking at it, he thought to comment... though it wasn't coming out as easily as he expected through the sharp breaths each time Meron's lips met his skin.

Humans obviously knew nothing of mana transfers. Albertus however, had more than just physical sensations to go by. The slight dampness of her lips on his face and neck allowed tiny traces of mana to seep in and flow through his very soul. What he already felt as growing arousal was thus intensified even further, but... perhaps he was just really into this? Either way, the spikes in his breath eventually allowed something coherent. "Doing something special today? Looks like a big deal," he commented. Albertus thought about lifting that article as well, but he'd been through enough of a struggle getting her shirt up. How was that thing supposed to work? Maybe it was simple, or maybe Meron would somehow note his confusion and inability to function. After all, the latter was occurring based on her rhythmic stroking of him anyway. He could hardly do more with whatever a bra was than fondle her from the outside of it. Well, he could also put forth the effort of acclimating her to his mana as well. She'd gone for his face and then neck. By the time she settled into his neck, he had ample room to bring his own lips to her neck. Several times over, there was a smacking of lips against bared skin.

[Apollymi]

Passion, this interaction definitely had it. Meron found herself almost incapable of acting in a manner not so panicked. She kissed along his face and neck without any idea of the magical implications. She figured given his words and the reactivity of his body, that maybe he simply enjoyed this level of intimacy. After all, she enjoyed kissing his neck feeling her skin against his, and the amount of closeness their bodies currently possessed. It was rather strange, for a pair of adults to be aggressively making out in the back of a limousine. Even so, there was a certain undeniable urgency with which they needed to act, Meron's body told her so, and she was drunk enough to avoid trying to think past her own urges.

Speaking of urges, it seemed that Albertus was finally capable of opening his eyes and speaking past the stroking of his cock and the lips pressed against his neck. He shared with her an idea that he thought she might be doing something special today, given the decorative nature of her undergarment choice. It was time for another small life lesson, which may or may not have been a bit rude to her fellow women everywhere. "Ah, no... it's a girl life thing. I was feeling bad when I got dressed so I put on something cute to help pep myself up. You like?" she questioned a bit deviously. He was already kissing her neck as well, and yet another moan fell from between her lips. Something about the spots that he kissed tingled, but such a thing always happened when two people found each other attractive. Or at least, that was the way humans understood such interactions. A gentle bit of shifting would occur as she left herself more open to his progress.

[Bloodedge]

Human understanding always fell just short of the truth. Attractiveness may have played a small role in that tingling sensation Meron experienced, but that could never be the whole of it. Originally, such feelings were caused by a natural mana compatibility during mutual transfer. Such feelings were the penultimate certainty of one's ability to pair with another.

On the other hand, Albertus could totally grasp the other aspects now. He was asked in the most interesting manner if he liked that additional garment of hers. Considering what he could easily compare it to, there was only one true answer. Ah, but there was even more to it than any comparison to old ceremonial garbs. With the senses of these new-age humans working for him, he felt there was something about that additional ornamentation, paired with the mystery of whatever hid beneath. As for the reason she wore it, well... she made it sound less outstanding than it was. "Cute? Weak word. You make it sound like you've got better," he said while imagining the actual ceremonial clothes he remembered on this woman's form. What an exciting idea that was. "But yeah. I do like. Haven't disliked anything yet, and I don't expect to soon either," he concluded. Now, the mana in his saliva was blending with traces of residual mana along Meron's skin. His tongue emerged and pressed against her neck where he'd previously been applying his lips. In trailing a curved line along her neck, he tasted of their blended mana. Little did he know, this was yet another thing humans had already discovered in a way. . .

[Apollymi]

A certainty of compatibility, that was a strange idea. Humans didn't normally get certainty in life, they did trial and error and until they found what worked for them. Obviously, Meron had already tried at least one, but she'd not felt like this before. Oh but there was more going on than just that, she'd deviously asked if he liked the undergarments he claimed he did but that her choice in wording was weak. Apparently, it made it sound like she had better, this was... "Objectively, that statement is true I do own a few things I think are better," she mused with a smirk. Ah, well she likely shouldn't be admitting such things, but she wouldn't mind showing him anything else he wished to see. Besides, he claimed he liked her current underwear and hadn't disliked anything that had happened between them so far. How relieving.

Oh, there was something else now though. After speaking on such matters as her undergarments and his perpetual like of their interactions there was a certain thing happening which made Meron's breath catch in her throat. And of course it would, there was currently a tongue being dragged along the most sensitive part of her neck making her swoon and shiver only slightly. She was pretty sure her mind had been blanked in a single instance. She found herself clutching him just a bit tighter while the movements of her other hand continued. And why wouldn't it? Only a second later she was pulling back just a bit, she wanted to help this along and knew the size of her chest could potentially be a bit intimidating. Of course, when she did this she grabbed the underside of her bra and moved it for a second only to remember something important.

"Right. I forgot..." she mused as she stopped and pulled from within her cleveage, her cellphone, keys and one of those slim fit wallets and tossed them to the car seat. Then after that, she actually went about a grand unveiling pulling up her bra to reveal the ample bosom which fell out in almost popping fashion well past the amount that was normal for most people. In all actuality large blemish-less breasts fell before him for his viewing pleasure.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus' assumption was accurate; Meron did have higher-quality undergarments than what he saw now. He found himself wondering what else humans of this world had come up with. The way they decorated their own bodies was interesting beyond belief. "Really? Now my mind's wandering," he commented. It was strange how easily he considered things that would keep him occupied when he normally lived moment by moment. Strange though it was, he didn't think twice about it. Any future opportunity to see something new and exciting was one worth taking.

Luckily for Albertus, Meron made the decision of dealing with that bra herself. She pulled away from the event of their mutual growing arousal to do so, but it would all be worthwhile in a matter of moments. Albertus watched as she took the article in hand before coming to a realization. What had she forgotten? There were apparently multiple important things stashed away in her mammary holster. She took them all out and tossed them aside with seemingly reckless abandon, and then... something unbelievable occurred. The bra was pulled up, and Albertus was staring with great intent. He saw lace sinking into supple flesh as gravity forced those mountains down against the rising garment.

Eventually, gravity won. Two gargantuan mounds spilled out underneath with a force and impact that surely could have silenced the great storm of Jupiter. As easily as those incredible things could accomplish something like that, they brought about the biggest shock Albertus had known since his rebirth. "Far out!" he exclaimed after an extended whistle of appreciation. He couldn't keep his hands away for another moment, and now, Albertus couldn't keep his mouth away either. Large breasts had always played host to great mana reserves. These in particular seemed capable of holding enough for a species, so of course he would start sucking away at the one nearest to him with haste. He did so while using one hand to cup the breast he suckled on, while his other hand seemed hellbent on stimulating the mana tap of its twin sister via pinching and twisting.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, in admitting that she owned pieces she liked more, Meron caused the mind of Albertus to wander over the articles of clothing. Of course, she had something rather flirty to say, "Maybe you'll see~" she added seeming to find it humorous. Of course, she'd show him anything he wished to see, and they were headed to her house so it wasn't like she wouldn't show him any of her other items.

Moving on from this point Meron managed to place the important items out of her bra and then reveal herself to him properly. Ah, he seemed to be a bit in awe for a second or two, this was good. She still wasn't thinking clearly, she might have felt properly rejected without something close to a reasonable reaction. And it'd taken a bit more work to get the free, but she wasn't a woman used to revealing herself. Here and now though, she received a two word statement, far out. That one was classic. She giggled just a tad, but didn't have time to react properly. Why because as soon as they were revealed and he'd positively appraised them he was touching her. Actually, that was the wrong phrase, he was sucking on her nipple causing distinct jolts of electricity down her spine as his other hand molested the other in similar order. Oh what would she do? She'd moan sharing a thought she figured would be worthwhile just in case. "Umph, if you do it like that... milk might actually come out," that was a warning but it felt really nice. She couldn't help it, even as she kept up the movements of her hand against him she was prepared for any eventuality.

[Bloodedge]

Maybe he'd see. There were a few exciting possibilities ahead, not the least of which was new garments of varying quality to see. Actually, most of his excitement had to do with answering the many demands his body had as of today. Whatever affliction he was suffering from by integrating with this world, Meron obviously had the cure for. That would have been a fair discussion to broach, but Albertus was obviously preoccupied. His lips opened and closed, but not to speak. Instead, they opened only to close around Meron's nipple and draw it into the man's mouth.

Kujaku Meron was a kind woman. She gave him a warning that milk would come from her breasts if he kept at it. How cute. Alas, Albertus took it more as a suggestion than an actual warning. If she produced milk, all the better. Albertus' opinion on the matter may have become clear as he glanced up into her face, his brow raised and a glint of interest in his eye. He sucked with more fervor while his hand upon the other teat spread its fingers─ all but the forefinger and thumb still closed around her nipple. He wanted to continue stimulating, but he also thought to grab as much of her breast as possible at the same time. Since she was content to continue stroking him, he almost had to do everything possible for the distraction alone. Besides, the taste of Meron's mana was more than satisfying─ enough that he'd drink it as intently as he drank alcohol.

[Apollymi]

Why was she in such a teasing mood? Meron couldn't explain herself if she tried. Saying words like that to Albertus implied pretty heavily that she'd be showing him more of her wardrobe than he'd found her in at the bar. It was a curious endeavor but she'd recently found herself to feel attractive enough in his presence that showing off a bit wasn't at all a negative thing to do. Actually, even her kind warnings and her gentle stroking of his manhood seemed to be eliciting nothing but positivity. What else was there?

Oh, that glint in his eyes and his raised brow implied that he had no problem potentially ending up with a mouthful of milk. Actually, it seemed like he was doing just that, as his attentions were multiplied.. How unusual. She'd gotten various shocked reactions from her husband while he'd known she'd been breastfeeding from that exact thing happening. At this point though, it felt so good she wasn't really in a position to do anything but moan under this attention. This car ride had been pretty smooth but had been gaining upward and downward shifts. Enough that she felt herself moving against him as he paid attentions to her chest. He'd find himself rewarded for his efforts as he continued. He'd get a mouthful of liquid milk in a spurt as he sucked with such fervor. All the while, Meron would feel a slickening of her loins which felt orgasmic. This sort of stimulation had never felt so good.

[Bloodedge]

For the first time in countless years, even in multiple cycles, Albertus gained the sensation of raw mana squirting into his mouth. It was... different─ very much so. One could easily say there was hardly any mana at all, but there was quite a bit present. It was undoubtedly not pure energy in liquid form, but that was somehow a positive. A sharp inhale passed through his nostrils while the taste of Meron's life-cultivating fluid spewed forth into his mouth. He seemed nothing but elated even while pulling away.

Why did the man pull away, though? Was there something amiss? No, not at all. That milk had to settle on his tongue before being swallowed for maximum enjoyment. This opportunity was hard to come by, in addition to being far more enjoyable than he anticipated. Such things had to be savored properly. A hint of mana paired with a particular sweetness only found as a result of humanity's presence in the world... wasn't that worth appreciation? "Whoo~! Where can I get seven bottles of that? You telling me I wasted my whole night drinking the other stuff? You've really been holding out on me!" he declared. Alcohol was amazing and all, but this was both amazing and nostalgic─ a real double whammy to mind and body alike. Almost greedily, Albertus even lashed out at Meron's nipple with tongue to lap up that extra little trickle at the end.

[Apollymi]

Meron had no baseline for understanding anything of Albertus' actions and behaviors. She was in for quite the surprise as he actually managed to bring for milk from her body and upon receiving a mouthful of it he seemed to stop. Ah... it was a strange thing to realize probably, but in all honesty he seemed to not be displeased by the event. In fact he seemed to be savoring it. No. That couldn't be right, surely that wasn't exactly what she was witnessing as the man seemed quite content with the fluids he'd drained from her body. She had a pretty vivid memory of her ex-husband freaking out about random leaking when he knew her to still be breastfeeding so...

Wait. He was appraising it. Claimed that he wanted more, felt left out for having been drinking alcohol all night when he could have had that instead?! "What?" she seemed to be in shock, she was soon enough pinching her own face, to assure herself of her current state of consciousness. She was awake and then he leaned in to greedily lick that little trickle away from her nipple. It made her breath catch in her throat in her shock the movements of her hand came to a stop for just a moment, only for the gentle rocking of the vehicle making her remember. "For a moment there I thought I might be dreaming..." she said her face flushing. "I wasn't holding out on you either, I didn't expect you'd like it..." she mentioned sheepishly. Still, she could do nothing but accept the compliment of his words and resume the movements of her hands. If she happened to be dreaming, she'd rather it keep going at this point. She might be too far in on her fantasy creation to let go of such a moment of happiness when she did something as insane as offer it to herself. This man had an interesting kink, one she seemed to be made for, besides that... it was rather flattering to not get a negative reaction from the natural state of her being. It'd do wonders for her self-esteem. She didn't have any idea how long this car-ride would be lasting, in large part due to the fact that she was quite drunk. Still, there was a certain heat that hadn't dissipated at all, and if Albertus was keen to continue she would as well.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, Albertus was keen to continue alright. The thought that he wouldn't like milk was a byproduct of sheer ignorance. Meron couldn't be blamed for her lack of knowledge of course; she had no reason to know why such bodily fluids were desirable. Nothing would stop them being desirable though; that much was clear to Albertus. Any thoughts he had of humans failing to compare with the old world denizens disappeared in a heartbeat. "As if! That's the most radical thing I've drank since I was born! Seriously, bottle it up and send it my way!" he insisted. Albertus had seen infants in this world drinking from bottles, so he figured it was being done somehow. . .

The movements of Meron's hand had stopped briefly, but that wouldn't be the case for long. In the midst of their exchange, she returned to her efforts in a manner he now thought to have an understanding of. Was she simply stimulating his shaft the same way one stimulated a nipple? Surely that had to be the case! Human innovation was incredible! Ah, and the thought of that reminded Albertus of something. Sharing mana from one's body as Meron so recently had was a kindness. Kindness was to be reciprocated. An offering of his own mana would suffice, surely. "Oh, and thanks for that drink. Want a bit of mine? I hear it's top shelf~"

[Apollymi]

Albertus was an interesting man. Meron wasn't sure what to make of his outrageous claims but she liked them. He even made the claim her breastmilk was the most radical thing he'd drank since he was born. "That one's a bit on the nose isn't it?" she asked giving a bit of a giggle. Most babies got breastmilk some got formula but it was pretty much known as a fact that only children got milk that often. Ah but more surprises were to ensue, even as Meron had settled back into the motions of her hands, Albertus made a rather cheeky bit of commentary.

He offered her a drink as it were, and Meron's eyes widened. Though there was likely to be a bit of misunderstanding between them. Actually, it wasn't something she was against, she'd had a couple of boyfriends while she was a teenager, and had the experience of providing oral service to them. Her husband hadn't been interested in such a thing, even though she was certain her technique wasn't bad or anything like that. She was still blushing but she wouldn't really say no to him at all in a moment like this. "I've never heard a proposition like that before..." she said as she settled herself between his legs. Being drunk did wonders for her in a moment like this. Even so, she took a moment to adjust her hair up and out of her own way, with a hair tie previously around her wrist. "It's been a while since I've done this..." she said as a warning. She readjusted herself, after a quick look knowing this manhood was far beyond her expectations, setting her extra large breasts into his lap and leaving the head and a bit of his girth sticking out of the top. Pressed between her large breasts she'd easily began teasing the tip of him with her tongue as he was sandwiched between her breasts. The gentle movements of the road and her own rather careful movements around her teeth would leave him going in and out of the warmth of her mouth. Actually, this man smelled pretty nice now that she was thinking about it. She gave a little glance upwards to see how he'd respond to her efforts and take a cue or two.

[Bloodedge]

Maybe Meron didn't fully grasp his desire to consume the milk of her breasts so casually. Whether she did or not, the seriousness of Albertus in that speech was real. "Is it? I mean every word; I could drink you all day," he said with a startling amount of earnestness. If she bottled the product of her breasts and sold it like alcohol, he'd undoubtedly be her first and best customer.

Albertus' offering had been taken, oddly, as a proposition. That was strange. Of course, the old Creator had no idea that humans had essentially inverted the purpose of mana offerings. When he offered a drink from his own loins, he did so with the mentality of one from the old world. Simply put, such a thing was once exclusively meant for the one now viewed as a service provider. It was such a human trait to turn things around the way they did, but alas, it didn't seem to matter how the offer was taken. Either way, Meron was content to receive his mana after, for some reason, tying back her hair. It had apparently been a while since she'd done this. Had no one ever offered mana to such a fine specimen? Well, that probably wasn't something mortals comprehended enough to do so... but still, it seemed wasteful somehow.

More confusion was to come Albertus' way. In deciding to take him into her mouth, Meron did not do something simple like... well, just leaning in a bit. No, she placed herself in the gap betwixt his legs. Furthermore, those massive flesh bags on her chest were each placed atop one of his thighs, where they served the overall purpose of making his rod almost disappear. Of course, it didn't disappear entirely; there was just enough peering from between them to... apparently occupy Meron's mouth after a quick warning. What was that warning again? Albertus had a difficult time grasping it in hindsight, after her lips closed around his girth. Ah, his lapse in brain functionality was short-lived enough. She claimed this was something she hadn't done in some time. Those words were essentially meaningless; Albertus couldn't tell it had been more than a few hours since she'd done it. Why were her breasts closed around him like that? The use of her mouth was natural as it was a viable receiver for mana, but everything else turned that foreigner to the world into a clear, swooning Englishman in the back of a Japanese limousine. Meron may have been looking up for a reaction, but his gaze would be the last thing she found. Why? Simply put, his eyes were trapped somewhere above their respective lids at the time.

[Apollymi]

Meron definitely didn't understand his desire to drink breastmilk. She figured it was probably just some kink, but there were definitely worse ones to have. She'd not be asked to do anything truly strange, but still couldn't help but feel a bit bashful knowing the man claimed he could drink from her all day. She wasn't even sure why she found such a statement to be a compliment, but she was certain it was and it was enough to make her blush.

Regardless, he'd asked for the sort of favor she was more used to from men, and as such she'd easily found herself able to comply with his wish. Yes, this was a misunderstanding, a different in timing and understanding, but that didn't really matter very much. For Meron the end result would be the same and he'd get a bit of relaxation from it so it wasn't like she wouldn't do it. Actually, given how long he'd been quite firm against, her she felt almost responsible for helping him get rid of it. Ah, well, at least she could feel a bit more comfortable with it after her issued warnings.

His manhood was nothing like any she'd had in her mouth before. It was quite girthy and beyond that even when being buried within her breasts it was larger than the others she'd had within her mouth. Ah, so what was she doing? She was using her tongue to massage his tip while sucking some of his girth into her jaws. She was mentally being very careful to avoid the use of her teeth and given his placement between her breasts she'd started giving it a gentle rub. A little saliva to keep it moist between would likely help along the process and as she looked up to observe his face it seemed he was completely out of it. That was new, he seemed a bit lost, but there was nothing negative in his visage, she assumed she'd keep going. Strangely enough, even with her breasts to guard her against it, she found his manhood going farther back against her tonsils than she would have liked. It was probably good she was drunk her desire to lurch was held back even as she kept up the work of her breasts and mouth. Perhaps he'd have something to say eventually.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus didn't have a single idea what was happening specifically here and now. He understood only a small part of the goings-on, while everything else about current events was a new and exciting mystery. What was Meron doing with her breasts? It seemed they served the purpose of covering his member with soft flesh while her mouth was applied only to his tip. Perhaps the strangest thing going on was how he felt while her lips moved around the farthest end of his tool, and while her tongue caressed him from within her mouth. Creation, or sex as the humans called it, had always been something pleasant to the senses. This, however, was pleasing beyond belief... and it had only just started.

He couldn't see. Ah, that was probably due to the position of his eyes. Meron's breasts were rubbing against his shaft in a way he'd never before known, her tongue and mouth moved in a way that wasn't simply meant to apply suction, and he was absolutely reeling as a result. There was moisture pooling between his tool and her mouth, but it was coming from her instead of him. A little bit was to be expected, yet this was a bit... plentiful, to say the least. Was he feeling that same liquid dribbling down? That seemed to be the case, though Albertus was feeling too much of everything to tell fully. Maybe this wasn't something meant to be first experienced while intoxicated. Alas, he wouldn't change a thing about it. Albertus would even consider it a thing worth reliving in the future, and again... things were only just getting started. "Wow, that's also new. You said it's been a while. Where'd you pick that sort of thing up?" he wondered. Could it have been true that humans were just like this now? Or was it the case that Meron had a higher quality of ingenuity than others of her species? Albertus couldn't have a clue unless he experienced another human, though he couldn't see much desire to do that while having such prime access at present.

[Apollymi]

Meron went about her newfound work seeming to find it enjoyable in a strange way. It wasn't directly stimulating and the few times she'd done anything like it before it hadn't been either, but in this case she enjoyed that she wasn't abandoning any part of this man to the elements while working on his phallus in such a way. The movements of her mouth and tongue around his girth wasn't just meant for suction but that wasn't her understanding of giving oral pleasure. As far as she understood this man's reactions he at least enjoyed it quite a bit and she wouldn't be left too long to figure it out on her own. Albertus managed to speak eventually and when he did he spoke of the newness of the experience, wandering over her finding out this sort of thing.

"Ah, I'm glad you like it, but well... it's a bit embarrassing actually," she stated as her tongue flickered over the head of his phallus. It truly was strange to her he hadn't experienced such a thing, who were women putting this in their mouths without a bit of room? Did he know one of those mythical women who could throat something like this? "When I was young I had a boyfriend who was really into this sort of thing, but his didn't come out so far, even before these got so big," she said in reference to the act itself and her. "My husband wasn't much into anything like this so it's been quite a while since I tried it," she explained while occasionally allowing her tongue to drag along his exposed length. All the while she seemed to have a fairly consistent movement speed and rhythm, with the movements of the car to help her along. "I just thought it would be good to keep it from being exposed and to help you along," the kindness of this woman belied a certain truth of humankind which might have been unknown. And that was the need for stimulation for human males to male the sort of offering that Albertus was trying to give.

[Bloodedge]

Embarrassing was how Meron quantified the technique she applied. Albertus had no idea how that could be. What could ever be considered embarrassing about this? This entire ordeal was something divine; of this he was certain. Alas, Meron's story would somewhat clear things up. She'd done this sort of thing in her youth with less to work with on both ends. The most interesting thing of note in that statement was that her breasts were not so large at the time. Yes, that certainly confirmed a few things. Humans in this world had no real way of gaining additional mana to store in such bulk, so her size was truly due to multiple features.

One problem arose. It seemed Meron's former partner had no interest in what she was currently doing, hence her warning of being allegedly out of practice. In admitting this, Meron lapped at him with her tongue, which he saw in the most sensual light. What was not to like about this? Some humans were interesting for all the wrong reasons, it seemed. "How could anybody not be into this? This is my favorite thing now; I can't wait to see what's next!" he declared. Albertus had no shortage of excitement this night. He couldn't even wonder why the current exchange was not considered an offering, but instead a service. If it was always like this for humans, maybe he was the one being treated after all. At least, that was becoming his perspective on the matter, developed while he throbbed furiously betwixt her breasts and against her tongue. "I don't care how long it's been since you've tried it. If ya' ask me, I'd say this is something I should pay you back for."

[Apollymi]

Meron was one to answer all necessary questions. She was polite enough after all to not think much of her explanations irrespective of how embarrassing she found them. Just the same she was subjected to the rather furious throbbing of Albertus manhood as she treated it to her attentions between her soft answers to his questions. Despite how rusty she was, it seemed she was still good enough at this activity to potentially get the job done. If Albertus' physical reactions and downward looks were enough to go by, he was quite entertained.

But it wasn't just those things Meron had to go by. Albertus had been since they met, quite the talkative individual. Here and now he was taking in what she had to say and what she was doing, including those little flickers of her tongue and claiming not to understand what wasn't to like about this sort of thing. He seemed to enjoy it, and said he was currently enjoying it and looked towards the future optimistically. "I don't really get it. But I tend to go with the flow on things like this..." she stated. Her own carefree attitude seemed to surround sexual endeavors. How interesting. That sort of reaction made the whole thing worth it. Her previous partner that had enjoyed this made it pretty worthwhile, but it never felt like she was truly accomplishing anything before the big moment happened. At least here and now she could take pride in the fact Albertus was actually enjoying himself. How much? Enough that he claimed that he should probably pay her back for the activity. "Oh? I... should probably succeed at this before you consider paying me back~" she mused slightly embarrassed by the concept. Albertus was such a forthright man she was sure he'd do his best for her, besides that she'd never encountered a specimen like him before she was quite certain she'd see true happiness during their encounter. And given that, she was more than content to see him reach the climax his manhood implied was coming... and as such she continued, this time managing to closer her mouth around the tip, massaging his manhood with her tongue, applying suction and teasing him with sensation all while her breasts enveloped him in their warmth.

[Bloodedge]

Going with the flow was about all one should expect of anyone. The fact that Meron claimed such a thing was something Albertus could appreciate. It was how he chose to approach life, and unlike him, her life was abysmally short. Obviously, it was a far bigger deal for her to live that sort of life. Even better was the fact that Albertus getting to partake in sharing that lifestyle for a moment, and enjoying the spur-of-the-moment choices Meron made.

Albertus had nothing but positive things to say about everything occurring here. In fact, he couldn't even find enough words in the human language to quantify everything. Between breasts, lips and tongue, he wasn't even sure what would do him in first. The medley of it all would be what truly caused his end, but Meron first had something interesting to say. He thought to pay her back, yet she thought she should succeed before he considered doing so. What? That didn't make sense at all. "Not another word. You're succeeding already; that's not up for discussion. Actually..." Albertus paused, understanding what the release of mana was like when stimulated by another. The trademark tingle of mana expulsion in the loins was something very different now. Before, it had been a simple sign. Now, he felt it as the greatest sensation the world could offer him. Was it the alcohol, or Meron herself? He'd have to find out for certain while sober at a later time. For now though, both parties knew what was soon to come... though their expectations were likely leagues apart.

Albertus' breathing gradually became one sharp inhale after another. This was all so very new and exciting, it was nothing for the mana to build up within his testicles until it was all ready to spill forth. "Mphf! Speaking of succeeding─" he started, cutting the statement short with a sudden gasp. Along with that gasp was a stronger pulse throughout his member, heralding the release of his seed. Ah, but then came the likely difference in expectation. Human ejaculation was but a few milliliters... but Albertus could never have known that. In this particular case, the amount was at least twenty times what humans would consider normal. Alas, Albertus knew it to be only a casual release for one of his ilk. Mana dictated quantity, and he had mana in spades. Well... maybe it wouldn't be a very major deal at all. . .

[Apollymi]

Meron very rarely felt like explaining herself, but for Albertus she made several exceptions. Here and now, she was having a rather interesting time helping Albertus along to his climax. She had certain expectancies, but she wasn't really upset knowing what would be coming. Actually, the words of Albertus seemed to imply that he wasn't displeased. He seemed to be encouraging her, specifically wanting her to believe in her abilities in this case. And beyond his encouragement he made it obvious his end was approaching, good good. A smirk crossed her lips as her tongue extended once more, "Oh? Well, you can cum whenever you're ready~" she mused then.

Ah, and he did. Apparently her success was obvious, but what wasn't obvious was the difference between Albertus and other individuals. Actually, she'd been prepared given the tension in his member, she was in general content to have a bit of semen on her tongue. What she didn't expect was the amount that came out. A little spurt was all humanity in general had to offer. The little spurt was a huge gush like someone had shaken a soft drink. What she'd expected to catch on her tongue filled her mouth and strangely tasted of water? But there was something else. As the first taste slid down her throat, her loins clutched internally. It was like she could feel nothing but pleasure from this explusion that wasn't hers alone. She'd never felt anything but generally satisfied even in service, but this was a bit ridiculous. Her face was reddened, as seed spilled along her breasts and out the corners of her mouth and though she could have swallowed a great deal of this expulsion much of it ended up on her chest and even a bit on him as well. "I... ah, this is so much more than I expected," she managed finally. She was having a strange reaction, wondering if she had just become a bit strange. "It normally doesn't taste so good, nor is it usually so much..." she stated licking her lips. "Oops, I didn't mean to say it like that..." she seemed abashed as well. This was probably the most confusing orgasm she'd ever taken part in, and it wasn't originally her own. Maybe she'd just become strange.

[Bloodedge]

Had Meron become strange? Well, no... not yet. The consumption of his mana would make her something otherworldly over time, though the world they were in may have extended that timeframe quite a bit. Apparently, this world's limitations for humanity was far more than Albertus expected. Normally, Albertus would have expected his expulsion to occur in the depths of another Creator's throat, not a drop of it spilled. Meron, however, had taken him only as far as her mouth. There was also seemingly an issue of quantity in place; a great deal of his expulsion spewed out of her mouth to land upon her breasts, and even on Albertus' abdomen. Luckily for him, his shirt had been pulled up just enough to avoid being soiled.

"Haah~ that's better than I thought," he commented while his breathing moved toward normalcy. Speaking of things becoming normal though, their leisure was stepping in the other direction. Meron alleged that the quantity was some amount of excessive, and the flavor was more pleasant than expected to boot. Had he miscalculated? Well... frankly, he figured it would be fine to avoid changing his natural expulsion at all. This was a rather fun event that he intended to enjoy naturally. "Sounds like you liked it. That's good. Well... you might've let a little bit slip out there," he quipped. Looking down, he saw quite a bit of white liquid upon the woman while she filled his lap. Though it should have been considered a waste of valuable mana, he rather enjoyed the sight. How strange. He'd have to apologize for judging his brother about such things when they next met, having previously been in disbelief about something so wasteful being worthwhile. "So how did you mean to say it?"

[Apollymi]

There was so much to unpack about what just happened in the back of this limousine. Meron, had just fellated a guy, that wasn't all together too odd. But before that he'd drank her breast milk and been pleased about it. That was pretty weird. Albertus, had seed that tasted only of mineral spring water, and made her orgasm in her own pants, that was likely a bit weird. She felt like she'd wasted quite a bit of it by virtue of it feeling nice. She'd accidentally said something and had it sound slutty, that wasn't all too abnormal given her drunken state, but Albertus himself didn't really seem to mind it. Her understanding of men had been completely shifted this day. As for his quip, she ended up replying to that while licking her lips and examining the spillage on her body. "Well... it was kind of a lot. I did like it. I wasn't expecting it," she said not knowing how he'd take such information. Perhaps it'd simply been a long while for him too, and he didn't masturbate or anything like that.

Still, Meron was quite pleased, glad he'd enjoyed his release and she'd enjoyed providing it. Though there was quite a bit of spillage, it was far from the worst thing that could have happened. As for what she originally meant, she wasn't sure completely how to explain it, and managed to look more abashed than she had even in moments prior to this one. "I well... normally it's like a bitter little spurt. The consistency is also grossly thick, the combination usually isn't very good. But this is like almost drinkable so it's just surprising I guess. I didn't expect to like it, it was shocking," Ah a bit of honesty but she couldn't really get over the fact that she'd actually had a minor orgasm of her own from the act of swallowing. Maybe, it was just a powerful thing and it just felt good to succeed? Perhaps that was a good assumption. Whatever the case, she'd work herself up and out of his lap, only to hear a little tap on the divider which would make her jump. "We'll be arriving in 3 minutes." said the driver through the muffling before the music went back up. Meron's eyes widened, she'd almost forgotten they were in a car in the first place.. "Definitely forgot I was headed home in the first place," she said rubbing a bit of extra off her face and very unconsciously dragging it towards her lips. Definitely not something she would have done outside of such a moment. Soon after she offered the man some wet wipes so that they might make themselves a bit closer to presentable before they had to leave this car. Perhaps they'd avoid that bit of shame.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, things were beginning to make sense. With Meron's explanation, Albertus had a better understanding of the oddities he presented. She did like what she received; it was just strange to her. Her experience dictated that such fluid from a man was bitter and in small quantity. Albertus definitely wouldn't be changing the way he functioned if that was what he had to do. Indeed, he much preferred the idea of being totally outlandish in a satisfying way. "Oh. Groovy," he replied.

Somewhere, in some time period, a man who probably looked like the black-haired version of Albertus may have been sneezing... if he could even do that now. Albertus really owed that one a conversation in which his understanding was shared. That destructive brother of his had been right all along. Albertus couldn't have agreed more while watching this ridiculously-curvaceous woman lick his fluids from around her mouth. "Well, let me know if, when and where you want anymore of that. It's my job to make that happen," he said in a strangely serious fashion. What he spoke was truth; it had always been Albertus' duty to provide exactly what Meron would soon be trying to clean up. Ah, but why was she bothering with that? A quick notification from their driver mentioned the amount of time before their arrival. Meron had forgotten about their journey, and so had Albertus. Being handed moist cloths of some sort however, he had no idea what he was expected to do. Would it not simply absorb? "Well, what's three minutes? That's plenty of time, I think," he said before addressing the presumed purpose of these wet cloths. "Why don't you just leave it on?" Albertus wondered simply, knowing that a Creator would have already absorbed the seed into their flesh if they were in a hurry of any sort. Perhaps it would have helped if Albertus knew anything about these 'kink' things humans had. . .

[Apollymi]

An explanation was all that Albertus would receive. In truth, if this was the oddest sexual encounter Meron was to have, it was far from the worst thing she'd ever experience. Reproductive fluids that tasted and smelled like water were far better than those bitter, bleachy splotches she aimed to get rid of and spit out almost immediately. Ah, but that didn't really account for what would be happening her. Eventually, Meron caught herself and stopped the strange desire she had to lick herself clean and feel the gentle pulsing of her nether as a direct side-effect. She was simply starting to believe she'd come to like such secretions in her time of being starved. Luckily enough, there was something more strange to distract her from her own changing tastes.

First and foremost there was a strange offer from this man to give her his fluids wherever, whenever and if she wanted them. Her eyes widened as such a statement. It was made so seriously and in earnest that she hadn't even considered it to be a thing she could say no to. Even so, it was also strangely heartwarming to hear in such a way. Did he truly think it worthwhile to do something for her? It seemed like he had essentially made himself on-call for her sexual desires, even if he hadn't stated that in a way which was most obvious. "That's a pretty direct offer, I don't think I mind though..." she mused. It was strange, but this whole thing seemed like one of those intense romance novel things. Where she was becoming a part of a lifestyle she didn't necessarily understand completely given her own originally vanilla choices. Ah, and that thought would only become more ingrained as she tried to pass this man a wet cloth and he made the suggestion she leave it on herself. He wanted to mark her with his seed? Was this some sort of possession? Why was that kind of... hot? There was a bit of surprise in Meron's face, and her natural disposition made her a bit submissive in the first place so she'd accept it. She blushed pretty hard when thinking of how to answer him, "It's a bit kinky isn't it? Marking someone like this... I don't really mind I just wasn't expecting it. Guys who are into that sort of thing are usually pretty abrasive and don't participate in the softer more romantic stuff," she explained her own understanding. Still, with three minutes left she decided she'd at least, go about tucking herself back into her clothing. It wasn't nearly as sticky as she thought it would be, given its consistency it might sink into her skin in the same manner that lotion did over time.

[Bloodedge]

Meron didn't mind his offer to be an on-demand mana supplier. That much was something Albertus always expected; his energy had always been in very high demand after all. In this case, maybe it wasn't for that exact reason... but what did the specifics really matter? Whether for power, lifeforce or simplistic enjoyment, he tended to keep himself available and interested. "Then it's settled. Call on me whenever you like," he declared.

The time had come for something else out of the ordinary. His suggestion that Meron leave the fluid on her breasts and face was called... kinky? That was a human way of calling something bizarre or perverse, but how could that be? He wasn't sure. In terms of marking another individual, he could only understand it as injecting them with his mana, which technically always linked two souls together in some respect. "Well I'm down to participate in anything fun. And why wouldn't I mark you? You're perfect for it!" he said in a manner that was, for him, entirely innocent. While making proclamations that may or may not have been strange in this world, he reached out to take another trickle of liquid mana from Meron's face unto his thumb. He purposely left a bit, which may or may not have contributed to further misunderstanding, but what he did move was gently rubbed across the woman's bottom lip. "And honestly, it looks good on you. I really figured people around here would be excited to be seen with this on them. That's how things were where I used to live. It gives you a special kind of glow~"

[Apollymi]

Albertus seemed pleased by the idea that Meron might call on him sometime to be 'supplied'. Of course, they likely had some very different ideas about this whole thing but, Meron wasn't really truly in any position to deny him, nor did she really want to. "Alright, I will..." she stated. Still it was strange, Albertus made it seem like she was such a desirable thing to have, after she'd been all but abandoned and discarded by her husband. It was quite refreshing to be wanted again, and oddly esteem building to know he didn't mind being publicly or privately connected to her.

To further this idea, he proclaimed that he was up for fun. And beyond that made the claim that she was perfect for marking and the like. This man truly had a strange and wide variety of kinks applied to his list. Adding to those he swiped at a bit of what had been left on her face dragging it towards her bottom lip but leaving some where it had been. He contentedly drew it across her bottom lip, leaving her to lick it away once more out of a reflex but also making her stare at him strangely. "I... well... if you say so," she managed. She'd not been so flustered in quite a while and it likely didn't help her current understanding at all. Oh well, it was fine right. He claimed that he expected people to be excited by things like that... and that where he lived it would have been seen as exciting, bestowing upon the wearer a special sort of glow. She couldn't deny there was something kind of good about being wanted. It made her feel like less of a failure as a woman, even so there were many things this man could do to her, that she didn't really think about, "I feel like you might have grown up in a way that most would find a bit strange. It makes you pretty unique I think..." she mused. His man was definitely some mix of hard and soft that she wasn't actually used to dealing with. Tonight was going to be strange to her in some way, and she was pretty well aware of that, even so she couldn't really say she wasn't looking forward to trying something new and having it not just be something that ended up making her feel ashamed of herself. Eventually they'd arrive and she'd be mostly put back together, though not without a couple of smudges of semen on her face and shoulders. Her clothes were back in place and she'd be ready to exit the limousine with her items in hand by the time the driver approached to open the door for them.

Her home was a modern style mansion with all the modern amenities and an open concept. It was mostly white, grey, and silver, sleek and exceedingly clean. She lived in this place alone and had neighbors on either side of her, but it wasn't a bad neighborhood and everyone mostly kept to themselves. She would at the very least before leaving this car, pick up that box of condoms. She didn't know what she wanted in life anymore but she was quite certain making babies wasn't supposed to be part of her weekend of fun.

[Bloodedge]

And so, there was an arrangement made between Albertus and Meron, as one would have been in ages long past. Some others would have called it a binding vow or something of the sort. Ah, but Albertus had no interest in forcing 'lesser' creatures into things like that. What was the point of doing that sort of thing, if the other individual didn't even know what it was? No, he'd much rather leave it at an agreement between... comrades? That seemed right.

When he rubbed that small amount of semen onto Meron's lip, she licked at it. That could have been some natural response, he supposed, but it was inconsequential. Albertus thought this exchange was perfectly normal. He didn't get some sort of jolly from it, nor was he intending to mark Meron as his in any way. Well, he wasn't at all opposed to showcasing their apparent connection. It seemed Meron wasn't opposed either, even if she took his gesture as such. It was true either way that he'd grown up very differently, and as a result saw the world in ways humanity never could. He never even saw the point of covering himself up, but he'd go about doing so before the limousine door opened, simply because he'd been warned against exhibitionism. It took no effort at all to fasten his breeches prior to exiting the vehicle, at which point he was essentially pinned to Meron's backside just as he had been when they entered. His erection hadn't gone anywhere after all; he still had use of it. "Nice place," he commented from her rear while looking out unto the building they would soon enter.

[Apollymi]

Meron came to be in an agreement with Albertus. She had no problem with what she was agreeing to in a technical sense, a developing friendship that might have some sexual connotations if she was willing to be involved was something she considered reasonable for her current aspect of life. Here and now, she was just trying to get over the past, she couldn't have even thought of something more commital, and wasn't even sure she'd look for it if she could. No, technically for the time being, she wanted space and the ability to come to know more about herself not simply in the context of being someone's wife and mother and that was fair enough.

Moving on from that, when they finally left the car, Meron kept her eyes suspiciously down, but that didn't stop a little smirk from appearing on the face of her driver. It was good to see this woman enjoying her life and he wouldn't ever speak to the contrary. The man she took home was quite the specimen and in his humble opinion a great step forward and up from her former husband. Regardless there was a bit of commentary about her place, while her eyes widened knowing about the remaining stiffness of this man's erection. He didn't appear to be any younger than she was, so it wasn't youth keeping him stiff. Did he really just find her so attractive that the spillage from earlier wasn't enough to drain him? That was an interesting thought, wasn't it? "Thanks, it took me a while to get it the way I wanted, but I'm pretty satisfied with it now," she said of the house, which she'd taken a great deal of time and money to change out of the image her former husband had of it. That little ring of keys jingled in her hands as she opened the doors. She flickered on a few lights and opened to a big breezeway with a large window at the end leading to some open steps. She had clean and sleek greys, whites and a little bit of black dotting her furniture as decorations and a breakfast bar opening into a large kitchen as well. A sectional couch seemed to surround a fireplace and that was all the ground floor. And on this floor past the steps was her own bedroom/bathroom combination. She had a few guest rooms up stairs but she rarely went there. "Do you need or want anything?" she asked seeming to want this man to feel comfortable within her space.

[Bloodedge]

Now that he was pressed against Meron's backside once more, Albertus came to realize something new. He was not acting on his nature as a Creator to remain firm. No, the hardness he currently boasted was indeed sheer excitement for what was obviously soon to come. Both parties were taking massive steps forward. While Meron gradually moved toward freedom from her past, Albertus gradually moved toward a new and riveting future. As for the building they were entering, it allegedly took some time for Meron to design it as she liked. That was a strange notion for Albertus, but... at least she had something she was satisfied with. "I guess any amount of time invested is worthwhile as long as you're happy in the end," he mused.

Soon enough, they were stepping inside. Albertus glanced around the mansion's interior and saw not just a house, but a most magnificent canvas. Maybe one day, one of his kind would be all about the visuals of spaces like this. As Albertus thought about this, he could almost feel such a person in his Source. One day... maybe. Whatever the future held, the here and now was more imperative. Albertus no longer needed to remain pressed against Meron's rear, but he didn't seem to be going anywhere regardless. He had a glance at the sitting room and kitchen from this entry hall, even having a peek up the stairs from where he stood. All the while, he was still throbbing gently against the woman's rear. "There's almost as much space here as there was in the club. You should get music and some of those fancy lights," he commented absently. Moving on, Meron wondered if he needed or wanted anything. Albertus was an old soul from a bygone world; he didn't really need anything. There was something he wanted, however. "Hmm. All I want is what I came here for, really. If there's something you want to throw my way, I don't mind. But... I'm just here for you."

[Apollymi]

Albertus' state could only be interpreted as excitement by someone like Meron. Even so, she seemed to be comforted by it, it'd been quite a while since she'd even acknowledged a man showing interest in her as a real thing, here and now it seemed like he was just happy to be in her presence and invited to her being in anyway. Oh, that was really an interesting thought... perhaps if she wasn't drunk she would have considered properly explaining her thoughts. But right now it wasn't important. She played happy hostess and introduced the man to her living space seemingly happy to be there, "I... thanks, I guess I hadn't thought about it like that," she stated. She knew many thought her redesign of her house was a waste, but she couldn't live in a space that only served to remind her of everything she'd lost.

Ah but losses didn't matter now. All that mattered was that she was playing happy hostess while being drunk to a man she was planning to sleep with properly who was by his own physical characteristics still planning to sleep with her. He claimed her house had about as much space as the club and stated she should get some lights and music. She could only chuckle at the notion. What would she be doing with club lights and music in her house? Well... "I'll consider if you're coming to dance with me... I mean I have a sound system but I wouldn't want to wake my neighbors~" she mentioned as they moved. It was something she realized, that even though this man could have separated himself from her, he was still rather firmly pressed against her. In turn she seemed almost excitable about her movements forward. She dropped all the things she didn't need at a stand by the door, slipped out of her shoes and walked about barefoot within her own space. But her little question to this man had been answered in a specific way. He'd take whatever she offered, but he only came here for her?! Her eyes widened and she glanced over her shoulders at this man seemingly surprised by him. She was blushing intensely, it was strange to her, to feel so desirable. "Hm, o-- okay. Follow me then~" she managed, though she still wasn't quite over the shock. But she was definitely more turned on in the moment. Ah, and she was still drunk, she realized this with every step she took, every little giddy heartbeat in her chest and hitched breath. Yes, he'd definitely be getting what he wanted out of her.

In opposition to all the light colors of her living room, her bedroom was a great deal darker. It had dark wood floors with charcoal grey paint in the walls. It had big windows covered by thick curtains and a king size bed, technically suspended from several strong beams in the ceiling to it floated off the floor just a bit. Off to one side she had a bathroom and a door to her walk-in closet within. There was a chair present in the room and a vanity with high stools and a large mirror. Upon leading him to this room, she strangely made time for separation though she almost didn't want to... "Give me just a second to freshen up, you can make yourself comfortable here~" she said. Her home was a rather secure place, and though her bedroom was a bit dark, it was still a bit cozy. And then she'd run off, to her bathroom, and then into her closet stripping down to search for a more pleasant set of undergarments to show him.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus seemed to almost exist for a singular purpose: informing others of better ways to view their own lives. Well... he did have another obvious purpose, but that was neither here nor there; it would be found somewhere better than a breezeway. In the here and now, he could only acknowledge the building they were now in. "That's pretty much what I'm best at. My outlook on everything tends to be a little different from most people. You're welcome," he said from a position not very far from Meron's ear, given how close their bodies were at the time.

Meron admitted that she would potentially go for the setup he suggested, if he was coming to dance with her. As suggestions went, that one was grade-A in his book. "Dance with you? Any day you like; I couldn't get enough of the dance we had. I figured it'd be even better if we didn't have to leave before the clothes came off," he mused nonchalantly. Ah, it seemed Meron did at least have music in her abode. She didn't want to wake her neighbors, but... that was another thing Albertus didn't fully understand. "Isn't volume a thing?" he wondered earnestly.

Moving on, Albertus was instructed to follow the woman. His words were true; there was only one thing he intended to gain from this visit. If Meron had anything else she intended to share, he'd entertain it as an idea. Primarily though, he wanted only one thing, and he fully intended to be forthright about it. Albertus followed along with a light wobble and heavy swagger, up the stairs and into a bedroom that was rather interestingly set up. Albertus whistled upon having a quick look around, taking special note of the dangling bed farther in. "I like it. Since you said get comfortable..." Without much hesitation at all, Albertus stepped away from the already-parting Meron. He'd take it upon himself to flop on that hanging mattress, waving off the thought of Meron 'freshening up' as it were. "Not sure why, but go ahead and do whatever you need. This is an awesome spot; I'll be here when you're done doing whatever~"

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus his outlook on everything seemed to be a little different from everyone else's. Upon hearing this all Meron could do was laugh a little, "I think that is a bit of an understatement~" she said. Still, this man was quite the interesting individual. She couldn't help but like him the more and more he spoke. Actually she was probably also just a bit turned on, given how closely those words were spoken to her ear, she could have moaned given that sensation but managed, to hold it back, or at least she thought she did.

Moving on, their newly thought of dance, was apparently something that Albertus would agree to. Or rather, he seemed content to be involved in a dance with her, especially if they wouldn't have to go anywhere else before getting naked. That was such an interesting bit of news. It further fed into her idea of simply being well liked by this man, surely he couldn't be so open about being so sexually interested in her? Ah, but he definitely was, even claiming his knowledge of volume as if it was enough. "I mean yeah... volume definitely exists, if you'd take a quiet little dance I suppose I'd be fine with that too. I don't have club lights though, only dimmers~" she chimed. Dimmers were another design choice fueled by the way she thought, sometimes she didn't want bright and happy and nothing made that more obvious than her bedroom.

She watched as this man went to collapse on her bed, seeming to enjoy it quite a bit by his own words. "I'm glad you like it~" she mentioned happily. He claimed he'd be there when she got back and she could only hope so... As for what she needed to do, it was simple. She figured since he'd been a good sport about everything and she was now really feeling everything he might as well get something interesting out of it. She went about stripping out of her current clothing, rubbing the unabsorbed semen with the motions not seeming to realize it'd basically sunk in like lotion up to this point. Ah, and now she was looking through her closet but only after beginning to gargle. Why? She was looking for a little black negligee, with a black lace thong and a bralet made out of the same thing leaving a great deal of her skin exposed. Ah, she even managed to find the little short robe that was basically just a see through piece of silk to wear on top of it. She gargled, spit and with fresh breath, a clean mouth, and a newly donned outfit she looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe there really was something to his words, she felt like she looked legitimately happier in the moment, and went about coming out to find Albertus. "Alright, I'm pretty sure, I'm ready now~" she said, stepping out leaning against the wall, waiting for a bit of appraisal and approval while dimming the lights of this room just a bit. After all, there was nothing worse than staring into a bright light bulb at random.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus hardly needed to be told that he was very... different compared to the humans of this world. He knew all too well, though it couldn't be said what the differences really were. The man could only remain silent in such regards, leaving Meron to go about her business. Of course, her business involved many things that included addressing music volume and its existence overall.

In all honesty, Albertus wasn't one who cared about the volume of music. So long as it could be heard, he'd dance to it. Actually... he could dance to music that wasn't even heard─ even music that wasn't real at all. She didn't have to have strobe lights so long as there was music and a viable dance partner. Ah, and what a coincidence... Meron claimed she had both. "Quiet or loud, light or no light, I don't really mind. A quiet dance actually doesn't sound too bad on the old ears. I'm not opposed to dancing slow either~" he chimed.

After a few words were shared and Albertus took his place in a bed of utmost comfort to his drunk and swimming mind, Meron wandered off to the washroom. He didn't mind a bit of waiting. In fact, he took the time of waiting to further appraise the room around him. It was a great bit darker than other locations throughout the house. Albertus could assume why, but there wasn't a lot of room for assumption regardless. No, it was quite clear why the room she spent at least half of her days in was so bleak. The bedroom was a reflection of the mind... but it seemed the mind was undergoing a great many changes at present. When Meron emerged from the washroom, she revealed the fact that she'd also visited the closet. No longer was she wearing those leggings and that sweater. Meron now sported something black and primarily lace, including some strange belt connected to her legwear. Those undergarments could hardly be called what they were, being virtually nonexistent and being translucent where they were. Albertus was quick to sit up and behold the woman leaned against the door. The lights may have been dimmed, but nothing affected his sight now. "Far out!" he exclaimed. "This is what you meant, huh? Don't ever wear that other thing again; this is way better! Why didn't you open with that?"

[Apollymi]

More words passed between this pair of individuals and it seemed they came to another agreement. Albertus was fine dancing in the quiet, slowly with or without lights... he apparently simply wished to dance with her. What a strange sentiment. So heartwarming and somehow still exactly what she needed to hear. Strange was a man who managed to say all the right things in the right way to someone like her who'd all but started to fly completely under the radar of things. "That's... good to know~" Meron mused. It was quite surprising to find someone to agree with so randomly, and she really couldn't help but enjoy his quippy replies. The room her bed was in, might have been a point of conversation for some, given the brightness of the rest of her house this one room seemed to be quite bleak indeed. The assumptions of Albertus weren't wrong either, her mind was a dark place and her room reflected that beautifully. Still, somethings still had the opportunity to change, much like the woman herself...

Here and now, Meron was managing to emerge from her washroom, with clean mouth in sexy lingerie, instead of her cute fare, and obviously very ready to start their 'dance'. It seemed in leaning against the wall, she'd managed to avoid being called on the cliche and instead had her general visage appreciated. She wasn't sure what kind of reaction to expect, but as he had with most things this night, Albertus sat up expressing only excitement about her choice in attire. He claimed she should never wear the other thing again and wanted to know why she hadn't opened with this, as it was much better. A smirk crossed her face as it tinted red, this man was very good at compliments. "Well, I mean that one was cute, for self-support and what not. I didn't go out under the assumption anyone would end up seeing them," she expressed of her previous underclothes. As for these, she'd made sure to wear them for this very specific occasion though they'd previously been purchased with something else in mind. "This is more... sexy for someone to see. I am glad you like it though..." she said as she approached the bed, having dimmed the lights to the amount she wanted them to be. She'd end up right in front of Albertus wondering gently what kind of thing he had in mind, or would she be deciding? She supposed anything was possible given his own temperament. Whatever the case, she found herself easily inspecting him in her bed, and appreciated that view as she built up a tinge of anxiety about their coming interaction.

[Bloodedge]

In the world Albertus once knew, clothing had little importance. Any articles worn were for practical reasons, and here Albertus was discovering a different form of practicality. Clothes that barely counted as such were worn in such a way as to accentuate more important parts of the body, with these even purposely failing to fully obscure what was beneath. Albertus' imagination hardly had holes to fill regarding what lay beneath the black. Just looking up top, he could see the whole of her nipples and areolae. Who knew veils of any sort could be used in such a way?

How many strange things would Albertus see and hear this night? There was at least one more: the idea that Meron went out whilst under the assumption no one would see her undergarments. Albertus had nothing to say about the assumption itself, but everything to say about the way she approached things. "Bad move. You look way more satisfied having those on. So what if you wore that and nobody saw it? You'd be ready if someone did," he rambled, sitting up in bed and even elevating one knee to rest his arm atop. "Here's a tip: always be ready to have the best time of your life. Anything less, and you're just ready to settle for whatever happens. You shouldn't settle for anything but the most awesome thing ever, every day. Don't walk around thinking you don't deserve it."

One life lesson after another passed Albertus' lips, even as he sat in a foreign country, in some newly-met woman's bed, fully clothed and fully erect. There remained the matter at hand, however. Meron had thrown on those new articles for a reason, and that reason had all to do with something Albertus wasn't sure how to approach. Right, it was probably worthwhile to address that before it was too late. "Oh. I should warn you. I've got no idea how you all carry on around here. Got any advice? I'm all ears for whatever you prefer."

[Apollymi]

While Albertus looked her over, Meron got the distinct feeling that she'd made the right choice in her undergarments. Still, she'd made the assertion that she'd not expected anyone to see her undergarments in the first place, which gained her a specific sort of reaction. The reaction in question was a quickly spun life lesson, something Albertus seemed to be fairly good at doing. He claimed that she should have gone with the more risqué option regardless because she looked more satisfied wearing it, and if no one saw it, it wouldn't matter, but she'd be prepared if anyone did. "Hm, I don't think I'd considered that..." she said honestly. Everything this man said seemed to be worth pondering at least a little bit. Beyond that point he claimed she should always prepare to have the best time, instead of setting herself up for having to settle for whatever sort of time she ended up with. "That is some pretty solid advice. I'll keep it in mind," she stated. Strangely, she didn't think she'd ever be capable of forgetting any random thing this man said to her.

Moving on from the matter of her clothing, having already taken a seat beside the man on her bed, she was confronted with something rather new. She was being told he wasn't sure of the pace their interaction should be taking. Albertus was open to advice on the situation surrounding their copulation, making it sound like either, wherever he was from things were done very differently, and like it'd been quite a while since he last partook. Hm, that last one was almost unbelievable, a guy like him should be capable of pulling any woman he wished. He was charming, kind, and very attractive, surely it couldn't have been that long. His warning was kind of cute as well, in an odd sort of way. "Ano, I'm not sure I expected this..." she stated seeming to give his words some hefty consideration. "I suppose I don't actually have many preferences, I've only experienced this a few ways myself and I haven't disliked any of them. I think it would mostly depend on how you want to move..." she said. It was in her nature to be a bit closer to passive, even so, it would have been a shame if a person like Albertus couldn't stir any random woman to movement. "I think... we have to start with getting you out of your clothes..." she mused leaning towards him, beginning to flicker with buttons and zippers to help him towards that eventuality. "I can keep this, get rid of them or a few things in between, but that'd mostly be up to you..." she said the state of her own dress not being very important to her. "Ah, we could start at the beginning though, get even more worked up and play it by ear~" she teased gently as she pressed her lips against the side of his neck. She'd get back to this sort of interaction, leaning in slowly from the side, never did she move to position herself in front of or on top of this man... it was a mental hang-up, one even she hadn't noticed about herself that made her avoid wanting to do anything that would put her weight down on people.

[Bloodedge]

The time for Albertus to give advice had passed. As Meron seated herself beside the male, it became time for her to take up the mantle of guidance. He could have easily lifted them both to a higher plane of existence, both spiritually and physically. Alas, actively doing so would have produced many questions and concerns in this world. Sadly, Meron didn't seem to have all the answers either. She first expressed shock, whether it was due to his ignorance, the request for her perspective, or both. Afterwards though, she claimed to have no preferences... while mentioning that she'd only experienced a few variations herself.

Albertus wasn't an expert on the intricacies of human debauchery or anything, but something about Meron's words seemed... wrong. He believed all that she said, and that itself was the issue. She spoke to a certain level of inexperience while having four children in her list of creations. The math of it all just didn't add up. Were humans actually... boring? No, that couldn't be! Meron had been nothing but exciting thus far, so there obviously had to be another factor at play. Here she was now, talking about getting rid of his clothes while taking the necessary steps to make it happen. She also didn't spare a moment of progressing events, applying her lips to his neck just as she'd done in the limousine previously. "I ah... feel like you should've done a lot more. No offense. I don't think that's your fault at all," he commented, his gaze shifting suspiciously toward the woman's face. Someone had wasted several opportunities, which made someone else lose just as many opportunities. Having already established Meron as one who settled for less than the best, Albertus understood better how he'd be approaching the night moving forward. There was a choice to be made as well. Would he move toward nudity and leave Meron's clothes in place, or would he rather she be bare as a newborn babe? "Decisions are tough. I'd go for nude, but this is new and I like it. If it's in the way, how about we deal with it as needed in the moment?" he suggested. Now to do something about Meron's lack of experiences to be excited about. "Anyway, I've got an idea. What's a thing you've always wanted to do, but never had the chance to try?"

[Apollymi]

The advising was over and now was the time for negotiations. Meron was unsure of what she would have desired sexually given the situation, but at the same time Albertus was apparently not one to hold back on any of this thoughts. According to him her lack of experience didn't necessarily match what he figured it would. He claimed to not mean this offensively and Meron herself didn't take it that way to start with. "I don't think that is too odd a thing to say. I was married pretty young so the only things I know besides what I've done is like girl talk over drinks..." she stated as if this explained most things. It likely didn't help that women being experienced wasn't what most people were looking for and would have drastically decreased her chances of being married in the first place. That suspicious look didn't go unnoticed though, it made her wonder what exactly he thought in a moment like that, if he wasn't blaming her for her lack of experience.

Moving on from this though he made the statement that making decisions was hard. Albertus would apparently like to make decisions about her clothing as needed which was fair enough and beyond that he seemed keen to figure out what it was she'd like to do with herself. Her known experiences were rather limited but she still had friends. She still heard a few things. Breakfast mimosas after a night out with the girls usually led to some interesting stories from her more adventurous friends. She'd heard of a few things she wouldn't have minded trying and a few more than that which she'd actually tried and gotten little to no feedback for. As for what she'd like to try, she gave it some thought, her face reddened and she managed to look more than a bit embarrassed, and thus averted her gaze. Was it actually okay to say the kind of thing she was thinking about? She was still a bit too tipsy to properly feel ashamed of herself and feeling too forward to stop words from falling out of her mouth. When speaking with her female friends the matter of being on top came up more than a few times they made it sound like fun, and she always wanted to try, but the comments she received from her husband made it seem like he wouldn't have allowed her to try it. "Hm, I've sort have, always wanted to try being on top, my friends made it sound like it was fun." she said those words and her face went red. "Oops," that one she hadn't meant to let slide out from between her lips. She was a fairly imposing woman in Japan. Significantly taller than most people and weighed quite a bit more thanwas allowable, she definitely shouldn't have said that. She was far too polite to want to impose like that.

[Bloodedge]

Meron also understood how strange it was that she had such limited experience. Given how she was built and how humans took the act of creation as a thing of leisure, even Albertus figured there were a hundred ways she could be handled. That figure was only the first thought as well, and had no application of magic in any possible situation. He was keen to give multiple things a try just tonight. In fact, he'd have been so keen even if they had both taken this journey sober. "Well I'm from a pretty weird place that has different values. We can both figure some new stuff out," he muttered.

Now then, what would Meron be choosing? One could say the world was her oyster in the here and now. Nothing that could be done was beyond Albertus' ability, even what most humans considered outlandish for any physical build. According to Meron, what she wanted was... to be on top? Oh, things were sounding far simpler than Albertus imagined. He knew there would be no magic, floating, or even direct power application, but just 'being on top' was astoundingly ordinary. To make matters worse, she even seemed embarrassed after stating her desire. Albertus had already let his hands roam free, one claiming a breast to squeeze while the other explored the length and thickness of her thigh. If he'd been any more shocked, it would have halted his movements... but he managed to keep his cool well enough. "Oops? Sorry to say, you're not exactly making a tall order here. If that's all you want, you didn't even have to say. It's a bummer you haven't gotten to try it yet."

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he came from a place with different values. That much was obvious by how freely he handled himself. Where he was now, was no such place of freedom, or rather it hadn't been for people like Meron. But no matter, she was having enough fun now to more than make up for her less than stellar start on adult life. Whatever sort of things he found himself wanting to try, she'd easily find herself going along with, given her own lack of true knowledge in the subject. "I like figuring stuff out~" she claimed, which was a pretty factual thing.

Ah, but there was something else. Now as she thought over her request as it were, she'd let her own desire slip out a bit too freely to take it back. At the same time, Albertus was already squeezing one of her breasts and exploring the thickness of her thighs. And where he touched her, her flesh seemed to bubble under his attention, breaking out into gooseflesh, hardening her nipples and even bringing fresh redness to her face. The latter thing wouldn't be going away anytime soon as her mention seemed to cause some kind of reaction in Albertus, he didn't stop what he was doing but expressed a commiserate idea that she wasn't asking for much at all and it was a shame she hadn't gotten to try out what she wanted up to this point. That oddly sounded like agreement to her, but she felt the need to explain her slip just the same. "I, well... it just seemed a bit selfish. I wouldn't want to impose or anything..." she mentioned with an abashed visage that made it sound like it was a completely normal thing to be apologetic about. But if he didn't mind, she'd have that and then whatever he wanted, that seemed fair enough. Perhaps in the near future she'd be figuring out what was what... and how all this actually worked. In the meantime he was content to help him out of his clothes, it was actually quite an exciting prospect, she'd not seen many naked men in her life. And this one was bound to be interesting given how much of him she'd already seen.

[Bloodedge]

"Same," said Albertus. If they both enjoyed finding out new things, they were both in for one hell of a time this night. As for her position of choice, it was the simplest and most easily-translated thing he could think of. Creators had an optimal method at their disposal which involved both parties sitting in a way; her suggestion was therefore something natural to him. Meron, however, thought different of it. None from Albertus' world and time would know why she thought it was a selfish request.

Actually... Albertus' confusion may have become tangible if he heard something else along those lines. Something had to be done about the way Meron viewed life and sex. "It's not imposing, it's not selfish. What we're about to do isn't for me; it's for us. What's the point if you don't get what you want in the end?" he mused as a genuine curiosity. Whatever Meron thought of this insight, they would progress. His shirt was being tugged on. What a shame; he'd soon have to free his hands for a moment. Well, that was best done sooner rather than later. Albertus released the woman's breast and thigh before wriggling his way out of that shirt. Beneath was something totally natural to his world, his people: a sculpted torso that any conscious existence could only consider perfect with its chiseled musculature and lack of excess in all regards. He didn't harp on the reveal of himself or anything. No, he took the time he had to reach out for Meron again. This time, he made sure eye-contact was maintained while rubbing both of her bare thighs from above. "You put yourself down too much. That's alright though; I'll pick you up."

[Apollymi]

Both of them would enjoy the things they'd discover this night, but apparently one of them had their imagination go a lot farther than the other. Meron was a woman who seemed to be quite simple, or rather... life had taught her to be rather simple both because of culture and the way her relationship had played out. She'd gone into an almost reclusive state hiding away in her home at some point, even so, here was Albertus to help her out. One such manner of doing so had to do with his understanding of her words however skewed they were.

In a moment like this, Albertus spoke to Meron of her desires. He made it clear in this moment that she was neither imposing upon him, nor being selfish. Admittedly, experience had told her very different, but this man had given her no reason to distrust him directly so she'd take his word on her lack of imposition. Then he posed to her a question and it was one she'd never properly thought to ask herself, if they were completing a cooperative experience, why shouldn't she also get what she wanted out of it. So much so far, she'd been taught to give of herself without any thought of taking anything, she was almost shocked by the utterance. "I... hm, I never really considered what the point would be, but at the time I thought I was getting what I wanted..." she said tentatively. Perhaps she'd always been thinking about it wrong. Perhaps she'd just been tricked into giving more of herself than the exchange was worth?

Whatever the case, there was now an entirely different problem to look into. Her tugging at his shirt had him stop touching her for a moment only to wiggle out of it. When he did, she got a look at him unclothed and was stunned. This man had perfect musculature hidden beneath a shirt and she was almost appalled by the fact that she'd not noticed before now. How was he just skipping past this reveal while talking to make her feel better? He was looking her in the eye and that was also rather comforting as well, still she couldn't really let it go. Even while maintaining that eye contact and feeling his hands against her thighs she let a thought slip out of her head. "I'm willing to bet you can pick up anything you want... we can't skip over this you know..." she said gesturing to this man's torso.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus figured he had little to nothing else worth offering in terms of life advice, but apparently not all wells ran dry. Meron seemed to have one epiphany after another since their meeting earlier this night. He didn't mind; it was quite satisfying to be of use in such ways. He'd never turn down an opportunity to help innocents along. That was especially to be the case for one he'd linked his immortal soul to. "Oh come on, you can't just think you're getting what you want. Feel it. If it doesn't feel perfect, then it's not," he said plainly.

His hands had a great deal to grasp with those thighs alone. He had much to see within those giant blue pools lodged into Meron's face. It seemed she had a fair amount to look at as well, considering her sudden pause after his shirt rose overhead. Oh, was he to find out that something else about him was outlandish? It had always been the case that those considered 'gods' were perfect in every way, some select few even possessing a special trait beyond perfection itself. Something of a quip passed Meron's lips. She claimed he could pick up anything he wanted, gesturing immediately afterwards to his upper body. They couldn't skip over this? But... he was still busy rubbing her thighs, his concern very much elsewhere. "I can pick up a few things. And what? What's the big deal?" With that question asked, Albertus leaned further inward until he could begin licking the woman's neck once again. They didn't seem to be progressing very quickly, but that wouldn't keep him from doing something.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus thinking she was getting what she wanted wasn't enough... she had to feel it? And if it didn't feel perfect it wasn't right? What strange advice this man had to give. And so very useful... "I'll remember," strangely this woman always took what this man had to say and etched it into the depths of her memories. She knew for certain that this man could help her heal her broken heart and beyond that, that he was just a good person.

Ah, but there was more at stake here than just her heart. Her body was currently being rubbed against as he downplayed the ideal of his physique being at all distracting. He seemed to be quite busy with her large thighs but now she was beyond distracted taking in a chiseled physique and a perfect visage. "Um, the big deal is... you're perfect!" she exclaimed seeming to look at him in greater detail, her hands placed on his shoulders. Actually those hands trailed over muscled chest and abdomen she changed her mind about her word choice. "No, not perfect, better than perfect. Godly? Yeah... that sounds closer to right than anything else," she mused as her eyes traveled back towards his though not without a few more obviously distracted downward glances. This man had what had to be the biggest tool she'd ever seen, gave good advice, had a charming face, has a rocking body, and the fluids of his loins tasted like mineral water. It wasn't fair in the world for anyone to be this far above the denizens of humanity. Those lips of hers pouted at the thought of such perfection, she had to experience it for herself right... someone had to!

[Bloodedge]

While he kept himself occupied with Meron's neck and legs, the woman explained her earlier utterance. According to her, he was perfect, or rather... godly. That made perfect sense to Albertus. He was godly by mortal standards simply because he was an actual god. That probably wasn't something he could actually say in this world. Yes, he'd leave Meron to think whatever she liked. After all, she obviously had some intention to stick with her train of thought as her hands traversed the full front of his torso. "If that's what you want to think, I'll leave you to it. Sounds like you're into it," he mused.

There was hardly a need to remain concerned about Meron's observation. Unless she had something to take issue with, Albertus would continue moving onward without worry. "You don't have much room to talk though, do you? A goddess couldn't even make herself look like you," he said. Perhaps the strangest thing about this admission was its truth. Albertus hadn't lied; he hadn't even exaggerated. He knew goddesses of all sorts and how they worked. No matter how much mana one accepted, that alone couldn't make a figure like Meron's into one's natural state of being. Well... perhaps one could arbitrarily force the matter for a time, but this additional curvature was something possible only with the material world's physics in full effect.

[Apollymi]

Albertus was busying himself with Meron's neck and legs, she gasped only slightly being fairly certain that it was desire alone that had her feeling a bit antsy while he touched her and nothing nearly as negative as she was used to feeling. She'd told him his form was godly and he'd only committed to allowing her to believe in its truth. Too bad, she wasn't just exaggerating this man was literally the sort of being who could have been every girl's favorite man. "I don't think it's a matter of want. I am certain it isn't just me... and yes, I'm definitely into it~" she said while looking this man over her hands coming to rest where his torso ended over his pants. She'd gently trace those lines down to the button of his pants if only to help him out.

Ah but what was this, he wasn't just content to accept her praises either. According to Albertus goddesses couldn't make themselves like her? How very unrealistic! But... that was a compliment right? Yes, definitely a compliment. And she wasn't used to anyone appreciating her form in that sort of way... so what could she do besides blush harder as he paid attention to her. "I... well... if you say so," she finally settled on that statement. Still she leaned in to peck his neck gently. She couldn't help it, wanting to appreciate his sentiments while being incapable of believing him fully. She didn't see herself the way he saw her, but maybe, just maybe she'd try out having the sort of confidence in herself that he seemed to express about her.

[Bloodedge]

"Maybe it's not. Or, maybe it is. Who cares either way, right?" Albertus asked rhetorically. Of course he knew the truth; it wasn't just her. It was only the natural order of things that dictated his physical perfection. In this case however, it was only imperative what Meron thought. He wasn't here to serve the world itself by creating, he wasn't here to be viewed and worshipped by all people for power and status. He was here only so Meron and himself could entertain themselves and each other, so his prerogative was that and that alone.

Even Meron was onboard with the plan. She brushed off his compliment just as casually as he brushed off what was said about him. Surely she had little reason to take his words as truth, but... since when was there a line between objectivity and subjectivity? Albertus didn't remember such a thing existing, so it couldn't have been very thick at all. Now then, Meron's hand had traveled quite far since being placed on his chest. She settled around his beltline presumably as a hint to the time in their endeavor. With that, one of his hands left her body to grasp his own trousers and tug down. He'd be freed soon enough with only a slight lift being required to let his trousers fall beneath the floating bed.

[Apollymi]

"Right." It didn't matter if she was fawning all over him along with the whole of humanity. Here and now he was hers to have and as such she'd find herself easily falling prey to his antics. Whatever he was, he was currently the most interesting person on the planet to her, and she was keen to find out how much more that could be true.

That traveling hand of hers found his hips and he acquiesced to an unspoken wish, freeing himself from his trousers and leaving them to fall into the floor beneath her bed in time. She couldn't keep her eyes, nor hands off this man, seeming to find him to be almost irresistible. This man's existence didn't seem fair at all... he seemed to tug at her a bit more than she remembered, but she was also still a little tipsy. That was probably for the best, given it would have been rather hard for her to move forward without a little bit of liquid courage. Ah, well that didn't matter now at all. Whatever he decided to do, she'd go along with it as he prepared assumably for the position she'd suggested, unless it would just be something to happen a bit later. Just the same she couldn't seem to keep her hands or eyes off this man. Her eyes traveled the full expanse of his body even down to his exposed legs and manhood, while she continued to wonder what she'd done in life to deserve a romp with such a divine creature. Even just watching him remove his clothes had her nearly lost for breath and not at all sure she should take on this situation at all.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus was officially without the impediment of clothes, and there was Meron, watching constantly and appraising him with no less purpose. Eyes wandered up and down... mostly down. All the while, there were no words shared between the two. The last thing Meron did was give an affirmative response to Albertus' rhetoric. Since then, there had been nothing but his nudity and her observation.

Ah, but there was something to be done, wasn't there? There was no point in Meron wondering what she'd done to deserve this encounter. Sometimes, things simply happened with no explanation. She was in the right place at the right time, and so was he. This stroke of luck would lead to the pair of them having a very interesting time for the foreseeable future. It would all start with penetration, as these things tended to. They'd spent some time mucking about in the limousine, and Albertus had a sense for his partner's readiness. There was always a chance of him being a bit off in this world, but... he had faith. "So, am I wrong about how this works? You said you wanted to be the one on top. If there's something else to making that happen, let me know. I still might be missing something~"

[Apollymi]

A very naked man was occupying the same room as Meron, and that hadn't happened in long enough that she was questioning her good fortune. While stared at each other for a while and the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. Even so, there was something they were supposed to be doing and she'd managed to let herself get a bit distracted with just the visuals. Actually, this was definitely the sort of man she could have just looked at all day and been happy to have seen. Ah, but she wouldn't just be looking today and she'd done far more than that in the last couple of hours already. So when he finally spoke and broke her concentration her eyes immediately wandered up and she realized she'd been both silent and staring for quite a while.

Meron would always have the grace to look a little embarrassed at least, even so scooted herself over and patted the edge of her bed, finally managing to pull her eyes away. "Full disclosure, you're really distracting naked~" she teased just a bit. "But no you probably aren't missing anything, you can lay here..." she said pointing to the large expanse of bedspace beside her. Whenever he took that space she'd shift herself so she was hovering over him, her legs straddling him on either side. Once again distracted enough to just be looking down into this man's face. There would be several things to cross her mind in these moments. One of those things, was elation because looking down at this man was no less flattering of his physique than anything else so far. Another was about this process of hers, which involved moving her underwear aside and while doing so still finding herself more than ready for this endeavor and third was realizing that she'd never actually done this before and thus would need to do a bit to get everything where it needed to be. She slid herself along his manhood with the intention of lining them up, only to remember upon making contact with it that it was bare and she'd intended to use a condom. Ah, but she hated condoms... everyone did. And, it felt so nice and all she was doing was rubbing against it. Actually, she couldn't really stop herself immediately from sliding back down it, even though she'd reached the tip and should have been properly aligning herself for penetration. No. Instead she was content to tease her already dripping loins and somehow she was becoming more stimulated just from the act. How dangerous.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus wasn't concerned at all that Meron was openly staring at him. In fact, he hadn't taken his eyes off her once since she returned to the bedroom. That didn't even have anything to do with her choice of attire when coming back; she was purely the most magnificent specimen he'd come across in literal eons. Any God of Creation belonging to the male persuasion would be elated to swap mana with such a gem as her. Hell, one didn't even have to be a Creator for that. Had she been born in the world prior to its segmentation, she'd have been the most desirable and revered goddess of all. Even he couldn't fathom the amount of mana she'd be capable of storing in that body.

"Distracting, huh? That's a first," he mused upon hearing a new form of address for himself. No matter; he was soon to be following Meron's instruction by sliding toward a more open section of the bed to lie down upon. "But, I get it. Almost. I'd call you a distraction even clothed, though there wouldn't be a point. I'll call you the main focus," he added. Flat on his back, Albertus watched with maximum intent while Meron mounted his lap. It was interesting to see that her clothes were something she thought to just move aside, but... more interesting still was that moist pair of lips previously slightly hidden beneath lace. Seeing its gleam directly was quite different; he didn't expect that from a human. "Wow," Albertus chanted while brazenly staring this woman in the crotch.

He then expected penetration... yet that was not the next step. One brow lifted while Meron rubbed her lower lips up his tool, spreading moisture onto his skin from base to tip. Ah, so she meant to lubricate it with her mana before insertion? No? No seemed to be the answer. Just before what could have been insertion, Meron slid her way back down. Albertus immediately figured this was all part of the plan. Having the spongier pair of lips she possessed rubbing against the underside of him was startlingly pleasant─ pleasant enough that he was pulsing with an influx of mana to the groin, and he hadn't even made it a conscious effort.

[Apollymi]

This world was full of contradictions. Albertus could tell Meron all he wanted that she was attractive and she would only think back to the way her culture worked to know that it was just a difference in upbringing. Perhaps over their encounter she would gain enough confidence not to feel outed by her physical appearance. Actually, she was already considering that maybe everyone else hadn't been capable of understanding the type of person she was at heart. Only her friends seemed to understand her at all and now Albert was being added to the list of people who understood and wanted to help her become the best version of herself.

In the meantime, her unabashed staring hadn't been commented upon, and instead she'd had her confidence further affirmed. This man claimed that she could be a distraction for him, or rather he'd consider her his main focus. That was a stunning thing to say. She looked down at him after he spoke those words. A tint of embarrassment stained her face as she heard this, she could swear she hadn't blushed this much since she was a teenager. "That's... I..." she couldn't even get out a response. If this man continued to spout such things at her, she might actually start believing it was others who were wrong. She might gain confidence the likes of which this world probably didn't need.

Ah, but it wasn't just that either. Now she was sliding herself along his length, feeling the sensation of flesh against flesh and struggling with the idea of even wanting to use a condom. Why was that a good idea again? She'd almost moaned as she rubbed herself backwards against him and then after reaching the base moved herself back up. Whatever this man saw in her, his words never implied anything truly negative. Just the same it was such an interesting thought to skip the condom and just go for it. She was the mother of four, not some virgin girl. She knew condoms were an annoyance between someone and supreme feeling. Of course, this feeling would only be more intensified as she slid back up again that pulse in his member was something she didn't feel directly but it still managed to spur her movements onward. And as intoxicated as she was, it was truly a struggle to try and talk herself into using that godforsaken rubber barrier.

[Bloodedge]

Nothing was said in response to Albertus' most recent proclamation. In exchange though, Meron's face took on a shade of scarlet more intense than what he'd already been seeing for the whole night. With a reaction like that, he could assume he'd said something very right. Kujaku Meron would eventually blossom into the vibrant flower she was always meant to be; of this Albertus was sure. Well, that exact phrasing was more likely the words of another... but even divine beings grew on each other. If Albertus had to put things into his own words, he'd say she was on a path toward having an awesome time. Yes, that was more to the point.

Speaking of points, Meron was continuing to just miss one... namely his. She continued rubbing herself along his length only to descend again. Surely this was supposed to be something done inside, right? This was a very pleasurable tease, yet teases could last only so long. Oh well; Albertus was one to go with the flow. If Meron was gaining something greater from this for some reason, he'd go along with it. Actually, the look on her face gave him reason to believe just that. "Looks like you're having a rockin' time already. Don't go too far without me now~" he said with a slight air of teasing in his voice. Of course, there was one thing Albertus didn't know about. He hadn't a single clue how much of a mental battle was happening right over him. The thought of a condom hadn't even crossed his mind, though he knew of their existence. Any time he'd heard about those things, he heard someone complaining about how much they took away from the sexual experience. He wanted no part of that, even though he'd not be opposed to Meron's wishes if she did. Ah, but surely that wouldn't be an issue, right? He was a premier God of Creation. Already rubbing their loins together, surely Meron could never have anything but desire for the unfiltered experience... right? Procreation was basic instinct when dealing with Creators.

[Apollymi]

Kujaku Meron's inability to respond in a moment to Albertus wasn't something he harped on. This was a bit of a relief though she was quite certain she'd be waiting quite a while yet for the redness to fade from her face. Whatever he took from her visage like this, she'd never actually stopped looking at him and saw nothing resembling disapproval so it was quite the relief.

What she didn't find relief in however was the movements of her hips against his shaft. Ah, that really was a tease but she was trying to be responsible here and needed a moment to break the contact that she'd initiated without thought because she was already drunk. It seemed that Albertus had taken note of this and decided to tease her a bit as well, what fortuitous timing! She managed to look just a tiny bit sheepish but still the movements of her hips hadn't really stopped. "Well, I mean this is delightful, in its own way and I didn't plan on going too far without you... but again, I was a bit distracted or maybe too focused~" she mused lightly. She said with that cheeky smirk on her face, "I ah... planned to have you use a condom and skipped over it in my thoughts, but by the time we were touching I really didn't want to anymore~" she explained of herself in earnest. "Still, I should be at least a little responsible and not accidentally a baby, even though I absolutely hate condoms. Everyone hates condoms~" she mused. She'd only skipped ahead a bit in this because she'd already sipped of his loins. Obviously she wasn't particularly concerned about catching anything from such a unique individual. No, she only wished to avoid the accidental creation of a child. Another set of gentle moans escaped her, she looked towards the edge of the bed and saw the string she'd dropped from the box after simply searching out the largest ones in the box she'd been left. 'Great job drunk me!' she thought to herself as she slid forward and reached taking old of the string of foil wrapped rubbers. She moved her hips again and tore one off, moved them back and ripped it open. Slid it out the package and slid back slowly. This was actually way better for condom application than any other method she'd ever seen. "Responsible me has won, I think..." she said. And if she had no presented objections she'd begin sliding that object down his manhood watching it stretch even though it was the largest available size and even being conscious of the well at the top for catching those fluids as she rolled it down. It was a damn shame, but it'd be fine. She could still enjoy it without the added risks.

[Bloodedge]

Oh? Meron had indeed entertained the idea of using the thing called a condom. She'd gotten a bit ahead of herself, though. A bit of contact was all it took to have her wanted to avoid condoms entirely, which was about what Albertus would have expected. He also had no desire to use something that would limit the experience. As a Creator, it was also his natural inclination to... what would the humans call it? Breed? That sounded right. "Sounds about normal. I wouldn't want to use something like that either. Least of all on you," he stated. In speaking, Albertus let his eyes wander up and down the woman's body. She called to creation, as it called to her. Doing anything but utilizing her assets the only way he knew how, was a crime. Alas, Albertus wasn't in this world to act as a Creator─ not yet.

It seemed Meron would be choosing responsibility as a human instead of answering what should be her very soul's urges. How... strange. That shouldn't have been possible, and Albertus was stunned beyond words when she moved to grab a string of the contraceptives. What sort of human was she, that she resisted nature so heavily? Was he weakened so severely in this world? No, that obviously wasn't the case. Maybe she was the one he sought after all. "Huh," the man muttered. Meron went on to tear open a condom wrapper even while she continued grinding against his erection. Nature was obviously playing its role; she was simply overpowering it somehow. Regardless, he wouldn't be stopping her decision. He'd merely sit there while she continued rubbing their loins together, even while a device that was so strange to him was stretched and rolled down his length. It took only a couple of centimeters for Albertus to fully understand why those things were so terrible. "That's... interesting. I didn't think you were gonna do that─" said Albertus, wholly dumbfounded by this turn of events.

[Apollymi]

Meron's work on this man's rod hadn't stopped even as she was unwrapping a condom to put it on him. Of course, he expressed some manner of discontent, his actual words about the situation hit her ears in a strange way. He claimed that he wouldn't want to use something like on her either. That phrasing made it seem like he wouldn't have minded the incidental outcome of making a baby with her. Or rather, it made it sound like he might consider binding himself to her on purpose. "Ara? Isn't that a dangerous sentence. I kind of like it and you definitely aren't helping me be more reasonable here~" she complained in a rather teasing way.

Ah, but luckily or unluckily she managed to stick to her guns about this condom related thing. It wasn't even that she liked condoms, it wasn't that she worried about pregnancy or disease, she simply wouldn't impose like that on someone else. Regardless of what he said a few moments ago, she wasn't naturally that sort of rude as an individual. In this moment it seemed that she'd managed to properly surprise Albertus with her actions. She supposed a man like him would likely have girls lining up ready to be inpregnanted by him. She would have counted herself among them if not for some very specific circumstances running around in her mind right now. Even so, that expression of disbelief made her smile as she rolled the condom fully into place. "Being honest, I didn't know I would either. I don't even know if I'll stick to it~" she said of herself in an honest fashion. "Still, tomorrow when I think back on it I will have the moral high ground of knowing I tried and that is a success for me right now~" she said seemingly pleased with herself. Was it because she actually managed to think past that weird instinct/obsession she was developing? Or was it simply because she managed to surprise this man? She couldn't know. It could have been something so much more simple. It could have been because having done this she was about to participate in an act she hadn't in literal years and she was still so excited to do it.

Her hips slide forward again and this time she aligned them properly. The tip of him even incased in rubber nudged into her entrance and she slid down on top of lightly lubricated rubber. It was a filling sensation the likes of which she hadn't felt before. It was so thick and firm as it sank into her she was nearly surprised. She'd never been in control of this sort of thing before and she was quite surprised by how very far into her he managed to reach. Even past the thickness of her thighs she could feel it like it was touching the bottom of her stomach. All the while she just thought, 'This would be great without the condom.' Slowly but surely those hips of hers would begin to move as well, raising and lowering as she found a strange knocking sensation entirely towards the very depths of her person with every motion, What was that?!

[Bloodedge]

True enough, it was not Albertus' intention to make sure she was being reasonable. By his own understanding and belief system, it was entirely unreasonable to block the flow of mana directly into a potential recipient. "I guess I'm not. But, that's not what I'm here for; I'm here for fun. If you want to use that thing though, who would I be to complain? It's your choice," he assured. As much as both of them obviously disliked the idea of condoms, Meron believing they were the better option for her life was all Albertus needed to acquiesce.

Meron made an interesting note eventually. She shared his surprise in her own acquisition of contraceptives. The woman didn't even know if she'd follow that plan all the way through, but the attempt alone was satisfying enough for her future, sober self. "That's not very committal of you. I won't say a thing about it, but if you're that likely to go around changing your mind, I'd like to know ahead of time." However Meron took this message, Albertus fell silent just after delivering it. Of course, there was much reason for his silence. Meron had completed the application of a condom, and immediately went about positioning herself at last. He felt her opening at his tip, spreading just perfectly to tightly embrace that which it wished to consume. She took him in almost as he would expect a fellow Creator to... almost. Creators had a sense for each other. With that sense, came a desire─ one that Meron did not immediately answer. Maybe she couldn't fathom it. Albertus could feel it as she went about squeezing the brunt of his girth between her folds, but alas, he would personally make no moves. Well... that wasn't quite true. He wouldn't move his hips while Meron was gaining a new experience, but her breasts were too massive and in sight to be ignored. So then, surely she'd have no problem with him reaching out to grope each one while she found her way.

[Apollymi]

There was permission granted, or rather... Albertus granted her permission to carry on the way she wished. Though apparently he simply wished to have fun and thus thought he had no right to complain. "I mean, it's alright to complain a little..." Meron said with a cheeky smirk on her face.

These two individuals were finally about to start a rather interesting journey. Meron had come clean in the moment about the use of prophylactics and her lack of like of them. She'd also cleared up her still arguing brain. This had Albertus questioning her intentions. He claimed that she should be clearer about her intentions over time and she could only laugh about it. "I'll make sure you know when I change my mind. It's pretty likely to happen..." she stated honestly. Of course, she'd actually managed to insert this man into herself and when she did she seemed to be quite happy about it. Still, it could always be better and Albertus was more than doing his part as she figured out what she liked best about this sort of movement. How? Well he groped at her breasts while she moved herself about. How interesting. Each movement she took now, came with a slight shift, her legs moving outwards her hips shifting forwards or backwards. Oh that was quite nice, each movement made her tighten around his tool... ah but she couldn't really stop that nagging thought. 'How much better would it be to feel it with nothing in the way?' This could continue, and it would. She was starting to feel it rather deeply within herself, a building pressure and sensation which she would not fight against. Actually it was quite enticing as a feeling, even with a barrier she did not like between her and the feeling of enclosing upon flesh. Ah, would she really like it, finishing around a lie?

[Bloodedge]

"I wouldn't dare. I don't have a single right to say anything about the choices you make for your own life." Even if he didn't have an entire speech to offer, Albertus had a bit of sense and fairness left in him yet. More than anything else, he was finally nestled in her core, even if it was a bit sensationless with that rubber thing on. There was no room for any real complaint either way.

Albertus was to be given clarity, as he was told in the most interesting way possible. She'd tell him not if she changed her mind, but when she changed her mind. It was likely to happen, she said. Albertus would be the first to agree based on his own existence and passive abilities, but he'd also jokingly agree for very different reasons. "Oh, good. That would keep me from having to take this thing off myself~" he teased. Meron's movements in his lap had begun. Albertus was relishing in her warmth, yet simultaneously dreading everything about the barrier between flesh. Oh well. If nothing else, the way Meron's hips shifted lent more to pleasure than creation itself. One could presume things already felt better than simply 'creating' with a human while free of such constraints. Of course things could be better, yet still, this was nothing to turn one's nose up against.

[Apollymi]

He couldn't say anything about choices she made with her life? Hm, that was new, she was certain that the whole of society had something to say about how she was living her life. There wasn't a whole speech this time, just that one. How very nice. She couldn't help but want to keep going with this and even with the barrier between them. Still she'd move on from this point, enjoying the movements of her body. That rising and lowering the shaking of her hips as she moved up and down on his manhood was actually really nice. It could have been better, if not for the barrier between them but for now she'd decided it should stay.

Still, it seemed like that underlying struggle was being acknowledged. Her words to Albertus came out with a bit more certainty. She had told him that she'd tell him when she changed her mind, not if. Ah, yes, because the more she moved the more she found herself longing for the contact she knew she should be having. Going back to condoms after not using them for years, was quite a difficult thing to do. "I wouldn't make you take it off yourself, that'd be a bit rude of me after I was the one to put it there~" she mused. Ah, and as she moved she built upwards and upwards. Her hips, his groping that little twitch caused when she moved down and his phallus reached the end of her sex made her shiver, and twitch internally only to feel it rather randomly. To someone like Meron, normally this moment was a build up of another person's work. An angle shift, a building speed pummeling away at her until it just sort of happened. Here and now it was her own slow grinding and hip shaking that built in a single rhythm over time, which left her singing, in a most literal fashion. A pitch perfect noise which left her lips as she reached climax around that rubbery material and sank to a halt in his lap. She internally tightened so much around him that she was certain she could almost feel what she would have considered normal.

[Bloodedge]

Meron alleged that she wouldn't leave him to remove the condom himself if it came to that. How very interesting. With that sort of idea in mind, Albertus could see something very interesting in the near future. Given how much Meron was struggling already, and given the fact that she'd already consumed his mana in bulk very recently, he was sure no amount of resistance to his nature would let her fight the instinct for too long. Eventually, she'd know the tingle of creation in the company of a Creator. That would be fine, however Albertus figured the second would come with a promise of greater potential. By that time, he expected a very different sort of conversation to be had. "I wouldn't call it rude. But, again, it's all your decision in the end."

Before any of that came to be, there was the here and now, the building arousal of two 'humans' until one of them literally exploded with it. In trying to make the best of this whole condom thing, Albertus was giving it a fair amount of leeway. Four children deep was Meron, yet still she managed to grasp his length with the tightness he'd expect of a Creator. Those individuals could never be worn-out, and obviously physics hadn't done that much to Meron either. By the time she trembled her way down to a stop, she gripped him with great power. The natural response of his phallus was to pulse, expanding as if it had intentions of filling every nook and cranny of Meron's depth. It was in a moment like this that Albertus became curious. Was this what made condoms acceptable? That thing was a bit more than skin-tight despite being a rather thick barrier, but for just a moment it felt just about nonexistent. Well, maybe none of that would matter soon anyway.

[Apollymi]

All was her decision in the end. Meron had been a strange individual for the duration of her marriage. She was more the type to defer than to make her own decisions. But in these moments with Albertus she'd made several decisions and she wouldn't have called any of them bad. Perhaps, in not making her own decisions she really had allowed herself to live a less than satisfying existence. Perhaps, she should have been seeking all that she truly desired and not just what was expected of her? Hm, that was a rather dangerous line of thought considering...

At the peak of her pleasure, Meron sang and sank onto a pulsing member. It wasn't exactly the type of feeling she remembered but it was close enough that it didn't completely detract from the experience. In all actuality being the one moving while causing herself such a sensation was probably one of the best things she'd ever experienced. The only thing that could make it better would be that compounding feeling of warmth buried within her while it responded to her movements. "That was... something. Yeah, definitely something..." she mentioned. Her hips began a gentle grinding motion just barely raising and lowering causing herself both internal and external stimulation enough that the orgasm she'd so recently reached seemed to crash in waves instead of a single moment of relief. "I... ah... did you want to do this some other way before I end up like this all night~" she mused speaking both to liking this position and her willingness to change things up. That low grind of hers was its own kind of enticing and she couldn't help but wonder what other kind of small adjustments it would take before she found something absolutely perfect for herself. But this was a shared experience, she wouldn't take all agency away from the man currently below her.

[Bloodedge]

Something that continued resonated in the ears, mind and soul of Albertus was the sound of Meron's voice that began with her climax. If she had any usable power as one would in the other world or his original world, that sound could have been a very mighty tool. He once knew some residents of Venus who would ask her for singing lessons. That may not have been the case for all of them, but it would certainly have been a hefty number. What caused that? "Is that the kind of thing I'm expected to listen to alright? Cool~" he chimed.

Meron was right; that was... something. Of course, if both parties were to say that, they would each be doing so for a very different reason. Albertus thought it best to leave Meron her satisfactory new experience, for whatever it was worth to the woman at present. She went on to warn of a potential, specifically one of her keeping this position all night unless he had something else in mind. In the moments following those words from Meron, Albertus chuckled. "It wouldn't be the first time I did something all night, but like I said... it's all up to you. If you like this that much, go for it. But... if there's something else you're interested in trying, I'm still all ears. I've been having a rockin' time just watching you up there."

[Apollymi]

Meron had slipped just a little, the sound of her voice coming out as pitch perfect music after reaching her climax. That was interesting, she hadn't actually done any singing except as lullabies to her children in forever. It was the sound she usually mae bit it was rarer still for her mouth to open to such a sound without coaxing. "Ah, yeah probably. It's been a while since I last sang a note like that~" she mused. Ah, she couldn't really help it though, perhaps she'd lost the muse of her idol days a long time before, but this man kept bringing strange things to the forefront of her personality.

Moving on from that, there was the slow grinding of Meron's hips, now that she was managing to strike the end of herself with any fair amount of consistency she felt her skin flushing and goosing with every downward stroke. It was such a lovely sensation she couldn't have denied it even if she wanted to. Those little circular hip movements continued and seemed to bring her a special brand of happiness. She'd even forgotten the lack of extra sensation she would have normally expected while the newness of this one seemed to settle in. "Ah~" she moaned another finish while her body clutched onto his tool rippling a splash more fluid around it. Something about this was far too good to stop doing. And according to Albertus she wouldn't have to stop if she didn't want to. The movement of her hips didn't stop this time, she seemed to have adjusted a bit, even so she leaned into the man pressing her chest against his and kissing his neck while thinking over her response. All the while just her hips lowered and rose atop his tool stirring herself without the use of her whole body. "I don't know if I have that kind of stamina. Yesterday was leg day and I'm pretty sure they won't survive the extra workout that long~" she teased a little. "Besides I can't really just have you watching me have a great time, you've gotta have one too, right?" she asked mostly rhetorically. Yes, the use of her legs and hips in this way was really going to wear on her, even so, she would enjoy it for a while to come.

[Bloodedge]

"A while, huh? Well it's been a pretty long time since I've heard anything like that. Wouldn't mind hearing a bit more," said Albertus. Moments later, there was strangeness. Meron had taken on a slower pace in the wake of her orgasm. That was its own form of pleasantry even with limited sensation. Maybe the drunkenness was doing a bit of heavy lifting for the sense of touch? Whatever the case, she eventually found another crest from those slow, focused movements. How? How had Albertus been so very wrong? He was sure none of his power had utterly disappeared, and obviously his influence remained in place within this world as well. Perhaps Meron truly was the one he sought.

Alas, more was to come as the woman rested her upper body atop him and gave attention via mouth to his neck. Her breasts were pressed into his torso, causing Albertus to move his hands aside and grasp fleshy hips instead. Meron wasn't sure she'd actually be able to remain atop him all night due to her human stamina. Albertus knew this would never have been true, had she taken in a sufficient amount of his mana. No matter; there was another clause to the point. He was to have an equally amazing time, not simply watch her do so. "I'm having an awesome time regardless. I could spend the whole time just looking at you, and that'd be fine," he assured. True enough, Albertus was an appreciator of physical form. The sex itself was an unnecessary yet desirable bonus, but he certainly could have enjoyed himself just observing. If she thought it best for him to take charge however, he'd happily oblige. "If you insist though... that's fine. I'll take the top when you're ready to get off~"

[Apollymi]

Albertus apparently hadn't heard singing like Meron's in a while and wouldn't have minded hearing more. That was hardly a thing that would have to be said, considering how easily this woman found herself achieving orgasm while using this man at various angles within the depths of her body. "I'm sure I won't be able to stop myself for a while longer at least~" Meron teased a little bit. Those high notes in their harmonic sound just kind of slid out of her mouth when she was experiencing orgasm and it definitely wasn't something she would aim to stop if Albertus was enjoying it.

Drunkness did do a great deal for Meron. Her inhibitions lowered and her general openness was much greater. The fact that Albertus was also just good company brought back the light her personality had been lacking for the last couple of years. One comment which seemed to do exactly that was the idea that Albertus could enjoy just watching her and still have a good time. Once again her face flushed, and with his buried in his neck she was quite sure he could feel it. "That...umph... is quite a claim," she said softly. How very embarrassing this man managed to elicit such girlish reactions out of her. But he was also content to take over whenever she got ready to allow him to do so. As such she allowed herself a hip shifting ride from right against him to yet another climax this time when she was done her loins relaxing from clutching around his girth and the notes in her voice fading she slid off his lap and into the bed space beside him, freeing his movements however he wished. "Now then the question has to be, if you are going to be doing the work what would you like to see while you do?" she questioned gently. A man being in charge of the work of sexual endeavors was something that allowed for several different kinds of positioning to take place. Just the same she was also sliding that condom off his manhood with one hand, rolling it down his girth because she was certain that what was next was definitely something she wanted to feel.

[Bloodedge]

"Oh? Good," the man said upon hearing that Meron's song would continue. Music had always been another form of creation. It was not as appreciated as some other forms such as birth and the like, but Creators themselves once envied the singers their elatedness while working. Meron could have been one of those types if she had the desire, and if she'd been born in the right world/era. The future would have quite a few options for her.

Another claim that was apparently ridiculous had left the mouth of Albertus. He'd spoken nothing but his truth, whether Meron believed him or not. It couldn't have been more obvious that he and this world didn't have matching ideations most times, but that was perfectly fine; he rather enjoyed being an outlier. Meron continued moving in his lap, the clench of her inner walls shifting in a very stimulating fashion. Albertus felt additional tightness at one point of his shaft, and it moved up and down as the angle within her changed slightly yet repeatedly. Ah, but then... another notable clench occurred while the melody returned. Really, another one? This meeting wasn't becoming any less odd. Moments after her third orgasm however, she was gliding off his length and speaking again... while her hand lingered behind the rest of her.

"I thin─... oh?" Albertus experienced a pause in his thought process upon realizing why Meron's hand stayed behind. He felt her touch on his tool. It felt almost like the strokes of earlier moments in their sexual encounter, albeit with the added sensation of... the condom rolling off? "Finally giving up? Met your 'responsibility' quota for the day?" he wondered. While she went about removing that which impeded them both, Albertus' eyes traveled up and down the woman's body. How would he have her? Decisions were still quite difficult. "You're not making this easy for me. There's a lot to see in front, but I feel like being behind you would be an adventure. I already don't know what to grab while we're going at it. Know any way I can see everything at once?" he asked. Albertus knew of an old position that would do the trick... but that wasn't something he thought possible in this world, unless humans had become very progressive.

[Apollymi]

Good. Huh, she hadn't sang in ages, had her pitch really not faded at all. Was he truly so content to hear the noises she made while climaxing? It could be said the answer was yes in a general sense, but it was quite a relief. She'd become rather quiet in general in the last few years. The whole of her person seeming to collapse in on itself after her children and husband were gone. Ah, but she seemed to be reviving in moments like this, slowly but surely.

One markedly obvious way she was changing, included the decision to remove the condom from Albertus. There were several reaosns for this, but the man upon noticing what she was doing seemed to jokingly wonder about her responsibility quota. A smirk appeared on Meron's face as she slipped that little piece of rubber off, reaching over to drop it into the dust bin beside her bed. "It's nothing like that... it's really hard to go back to using condoms when you haven't in a really long time," she said with a knowing smile. "Besides, I feel like I'd much rather feel this the way nature intended," she mused carefully. "Of course that puts a decent bit of responsibility on you, not going inside and all~" she stated cheekily. Granted there was a time in which she would have accepted such a thing, he could spill in her mouth on her body or anything like that if he wished, she was just trying not to create a new life for no reason.

Ah, but now there was the matter of Albertus wish, he wanted to see everything while being behind her. That was an interesting order to fill, but it was also strangely simple as Meron saw it. Actually, she owned something that would help this situation out quite a bit. "Actually, I think we could handle that, if you don't mind a quick change in venue~" she mentioned. After saying so she sat up swinging her feet over the edge of the bed stretching before allowing her feet to hit the hardwood floors. She would then motion for him to follow and lead him into the large bathroom connected to her bedroom. And passing by the bathroom she entered into the large walk-in closet. It was arrange with drawers on the bottoms, hanging racks in the middle and shelves on top. Various shoes, clothes, dresses and the like were organized in this space and at the end of the walkway within there was a chaise longue chair set up in front of a window where a lot of natural light came in. Strangely right before that window nook set up... there were six mirrors at angles in the opposing walls showing everything between them in double including just the end of the chair with a large skylight overhead. "Would this work for what you want?" she asked. She wasn't fond of looking at herself during sex or anything obviously this mirror set up was completely for pratical reasons, but, she figured it could technically be used to fulfill his current desire. The hole of the space was even comfortably carpeted so it wouldn't be much a problem even if he would have preferred sitting in the floor to have sex.

[Bloodedge]

Meron had an explanation for her active removal of the condom. As much difficulty as Albertus had adjusting to such a thing, she'd gone with them, then without, only to try using one again. It was hard to tell which situation was worse, but Meron's was definitely its own sort of nightmare. "I understand," he stated prior to her additional mention of responsibility. Meron claimed she wanted to feel things as nature intended, which resonated with Albertus on more levels than he could possibly explain. However, she also claimed he was responsible for not... 'going inside'? Did she mean he shouldn't be ejaculating within her? Well, she did allude to wanting no additional children, so there was some sense to be found there. Alas... this would not be a thing without difficulty. "That's a bold move. You're going to trust me to pull it out when I'm done? With you? Baby, that's downright criminal~" he mused. Even while saying such things, Albertus had a very casual air about him. For the sake of enjoyment, well... "Oh well. If that's what you want, that's what I'll do." What a shame. He wouldn't be questioning Meron's decisions even if they went against his very existence, but... it did still go against his existence. Maybe he'd make a few new discoveries, though. . .

Speaking of discoveries, Albertus was soon to learn that human innovation could once again rival Gods of Creation. Of course he didn't mind a change in venue; that was just another opportunity for excitement. Bedrooms were so much like temples in the end. Going somewhere else was sure to give Albertus a proper new experience. "New place? Groovy; let's go," he said while exiting the bed with a bit of unnecessary flair. To be specific, he lifted his legs and kicked out with both, essentially launching himself from the mattress behind Meron. He was once again pressed against her backside even though there was no need to do such a thing. At this point, it simply felt right to let his meat nestle into those fleshy cheeks. Not at all to his surprise, it was even better when no clothes were in the way. He followed along with his shaft in the woman's crack, but alas... there was a single hiccup in this method. Meron still sported that thong that had been pulled aside. By the time they stopped in the walk-in closet, an extra half-step and a throb had him tucked under the lace string stretched over her curve. Strange though that was, he was looking at that set of mirrors and seeing multiple angles of Meron already. There was also a notable structure right in front of the mirrors, which seemed quite perfect as some sort of curved prop. "Oh it'll work alright. It might even be perfect!"

[Apollymi]

Understanding. Meron received understanding for the problem she was having with birth control in the form of condoms. If Meron was being honest, she'd not bothered with a condom in ages. Using one tonight had been her sense of responsibility, but in all honesty she had a preference for the sensation of skin against her own, and one other thing. That last thing though was an all costs thing to be left alone. She wasn't trying to have any more children at her present stage in life, and she wasn't going to do anything to potentially inconvenience the man she was starting to grow fond of. Still this man had words to say that left her eyeing him from the corner of her vision just a little. "I know I am asking quite a bit of you, gambare yo!" she exclaimed. Of course, there was a bit of deviousness in such a statement. She actually quite enjoyed the sensation of filling and figured it would be even more enjoyable with someone like Albertus, even so, she had no intention of taking that experience.

What she would be taking however, was an interesting walk into her closet. This included the rather flair filled exit of the bed by Albertus which left him once again wedged between her cheeks. He seemed to be quite interested in that space, like it was his favorite place to be overall. Ah, and there was even more to it as well... considering he was now sliding between her skin and the thong she wore the woman almost moaned on the spot. He was far to good feeling against her bare skin. "You're so agreeable it's almost criminal~" mentioned Meron. Even so they entered the space of her closet and she received the answer to her question. This might be perfect. A look of surprise came over Meron's face as she cut her eyes in his direction. "Really? Well, I am glad that it works then~" she stated carefully. Now then, she'd take to sliding those panties off her hips moving them past Albertus' manhood as well as down her own calves and ankles. Doing so would lead to her being bent over in front of the mirror but she was trying to have an experience so why shouldn't she, make sure there was actually nothing in her way. Gentle little steps would leave that article to be kicked towards the laundry chute while she took a look at Albertus. Maybe it was time for some mirrors in other places, it'd be quite nice to see him while he was buried in her depths.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus thought Meron was asking a lot of him. By her own words, Meron thought much the same even though she expressed it in a devious way. Little did she know, she was essentially asking him to forsake his very existence. Ah, but he'd do it anyway for the sake of having a fun time. "Really, you're gonna lay it on that thick? Come on, at least let me sulk without the extra~" he joked.

Into the closet they went, and into the space between flesh and thong Albertus went. Sadly, he wouldn't have time to bask in his shaft being forced against Meron's backside, as she soon went about removing the article holding him there. It wasn't so bad, though. In pulling her undergarments down, Meron naturally bent herself over. For the first time, Albertus saw the full curve of Meron's rear, and what a curve it was. His eyes traveled down and never shifted up again. He was... mesmerized. There was so much. There was too much. Albertus was one of the greatest Gods of Creation to ever exist. He was without question the one male entity most suited to copulating with the most curvaceous of women, of any species. Even this unquestionable truth in the history of this world could not stop Albertus from wondering if he could even handle what he was seeing. "... Wow. Never thought I'd see the day, but I don't know if I'm good enough to deal with this." As he spoke, Albertus moved his hands as if entranced, grabbing hold of Meron's backside to the best of his ability. His member had hardly moved, yet now it was nestled between Meron's cheeks again whilst aimed upward. This whole 'pulling out' thing was going to be the most difficult experience in his very, very long life─ he knew it. "I might need more luck. . ."

[Apollymi]

A joking Albertus claimed she could have let him sulk without adding in the extra. He claimed she was laying on her ideations with smothering types of quality. A little smirk passed her face, at his words. "Oh? And why should I let you sulk?~" she questioned while shaking her hips just a little. She definitely wasn't going to let him off the hook, so to speak. No, she was having a very good time being the one teasing but she was about to experience something rather new.

Well, that was wrong, she'd been experiencing new things in this man's presence the entire time they'd known each other. But here and now they were doing something very different, they were having a good time, and he was looking at the uninterrupted curvature of her rear while she bent over to remove her panties. She didn't know exactly what this man was going to say, but looking at his face in the mirror she was sure he was entranced. Did looking at her bottom really do that to him? Well if his words were to be taken at face value then the answer was yes. "I don't think I've ever heard a sentence more affirming in my life..." she muttered in that moment. She'd definitely been with the wrong man. He hadn't been terrible to her, but he also hadn't made her feel like she was something otherworldly. Every girl should get to feel like this, she was certain. It did great things for all of her mentality, "If you're not good enough, I doubt anyone else would be..." she mentioned while shifting her hips against his manhood where it found itself between her cheeks. "But I have faith in you... gambare," she finished up. Truly this man was a god among men, if he thought himself unworthy it was everyone else who fell short. Ah, well... he could take it at pace, she'd allow him that much though admittedly anticipation was building, just the same she watched him through the mirror wondeirng how he'd choose to attack.

[Bloodedge]

Sulking was obviously not allowed, according to Meron. Albertus would have continued joking around about it, but the movement of Meron's hips rubbed his crotch just the right way to produce... utter silence from the man. Was this another human thing? His erection was being gently tossed out of its resting place and onto Meron's cheeks with each movement, only to land right back in the crevice by the end. For some reason, this was something he enjoyed. There was no obvious trace of mana beyond the expected human amount in her flesh, so there had to be something else at play.

The missing factor in Albertus' mind was simple arousal. He entertained the idea of it numerous times since they were only flirting. Now as he gazed endlessly into that hypnotic rump, pulses traveled through his member like never before. Meron took his claim of unworthiness in a very interesting way, but he actually meant every word. If he wasn't good enough, who would be? Well, maybe if he actually failed, he'd send his brother her way; that would do the trick. "Well I could call my brother. We're twins, but he's more of a... destroyer than I choose to be. Or, I could try something more his speed. Maybe I could even call him over while I'm still here. Whatever you're into," he mused. Regardless, Meron expressed faith in his ability. The continued movement of her hips had already riled him up enough for his own hips to thrust gently. Since that was the case, he briefly enjoyed the feeling of rubbing between her cheeks, similarly to how she used her breasts on him before.

Eventually, his length glided its way back down enough to be aligned with Meron's opening. There was no further hesitation before the head was inserted. There, he rested, thumping away. A few moments were required to really savor the sensation he'd not felt in eons. Albertus felt at home again. Of course, feeling at home only meant that he couldn't remain in the shallows for very long. He was moving forward bit by bit, palpitating with every little bit of gained depth. Inserting himself was such a squeeze, he almost wondered how Meron had managed this herself with such ease.

[Apollymi]

Sulking was indeed disallowed but there were playful reasons for that sort of thing. Beyond that point there was something else said by Albertus which gave Meron a great deal of pause. When she teasingly mentioned that if he wasn't worthy she didn't know who would be, he claimed that he had a twin brother he could potentially call upon to make up any difference. If she liked. What?! The amount of absolute shock in her soul couldn't have been denied. "I... uh... I don't even know what to say to that. I am certain that two of anything like you is way too much for me and probably for the entire world," she said, not even knowing the truth of such a statement. She imagined there being two general types of twins, the kind that were the same person essential and the kind who were opposing. Albertus twin was implied to be an imposing opposing person and Meron was certain she wouldn't even know what to do with such a man.

Ah, but with that out of the way there were other matters to attend to, like the gentle movements of her hips which left Albertus manhood shifting around her cheeks. He seemed so strangely fixated on her person she wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Even so, she was rather excited for the coming events. What would he be doing, how would it be playing out. A position like this wasn't one she found herself in very often at all, her husband hadn't tried something like this since before their first child. Even so, she imagined the depth that a person like Albertus could reach was much more interesting than what she'd been used to.

Eventually, his shaft would be found traveling towards her opening and slowly pushing forward just a bit. Meron could swear just with this slow insertion she could feel an almost maddening pulse as just the tip of him rested within her. A sigh passed her lips, because she'd been the one taking him in at the other angle, this one provided an even tighter squeeze which only served to contribute to her current level of feeling. He was steadily gaining depth and Meron's breaths were getting caught in her chest as her hips gently wiggled with each forward movement. This man wasn't teasing her, it just seemed to be taking quite a bit of time for the build up to hit its maximum and all the while her sex seemed to be stretching to accomodate. Ah, positional changes did the most and all she could do was enjoy as he found his depth and rhythm.

[Bloodedge]

The idea of interacting with Albertus' twin brother was one that didn't sit in the most positive way for Meron. She didn't seem inherently opposed to the idea, thinking only that two individuals like Albertus himself would be too much... for the entire world? She wasn't wrong there. He and his brother could hardly function at capacity in the original world, at least not at the same time. Both of them existing in one of these fragmented planets would probably send it spiraling into utter chaos. Even so... "I'm not so sure. I think you could handle it just fine."

Squeezing his way into Meron's depths without any sort of barrier between them was precisely what Albertus needed. The difference in sensation was massive and arguably superior to anything he'd ever known. He was breathing slowly and deeply while pushing forward. Humans really had a leg up on even Creators now. Albertus wondered if going with limited senses for a bit had affected how he perceived the current goings-on, though he wouldn't wonder long as he was gradually reaching the end of Meron's womanhood.

The journey was long. Many agonizing moments went into his descent into the woman's core, each one filled with the blinding mass of her backside assaulting his retinas and the palms of his hands. His fingers sank into the plumpness of her rear with even greater ease than his tool had penetrating her orifice. Finally reaching the end of a narrow tunnel, Albertus exhaled a deep breath and took another moment to... recover, so it seemed. "Well that's different. I didn't even..." Albertus paused once more. He meant to bring up the fact that he hadn't utilized the mirrors yet, but then, he did. In his view was the very same rump he'd been watching all along, but also her face and those breasts that consumed most of her body from the forward-viewing angle. "Wow," he said. If nothing else, Albertus had a new point of focus. He'd be capable of seeing various angles of Meron while the pivoting of his hips began, causing a rather gentle knocking against the end of her canal at intervals of a few seconds each.

[Apollymi]

Albertus in his infinite strangeness apparently thought Meron could have handled both he and his twin. Wasn't that a flattering sentiment, when Meron herself was certain two men like that would be terrible for the world at large for a very specific sort of reason? Whatever the case, she couldn't help but enjoy it as an idea even if it was one she had no intention of delving very far into. As for something being delved into, there was Meron herself, and the slow push that Albertus was making into her depths with apparently a great deal more difficultly than Meron herself had taken while taking that ride of hers earlier. What was more he eventually reached the end of her much to her own chagrin.

She'd found his slow push forward to be equally agonizing to her as it had been to him. Of course, it was plenty enjoyable as that dive into her depths was something that she couldn't have denied liking nor had she ever felt anything like it before. A qualitative difference between him and her previous lovers was rather obvious to her. What was more, his was seemingly developing in the moment. He hadn't even? "Oh? You weren't looking yet?" she teased just a little. And then she got a wow as he appraised her through all those mirrors and angles. Suddenly though there was a problematic thing happening. He'd begun pivoting his hips against hers. She felt those plunges into the depths of her body and she squeezed in response of this thrusts. Each knock at the end of her though seemed to be enticing in a way she didn't know it could be. And before she realized it her own hips were rocking against his, meeting his thrusts with similar vigor. Just the same her face was reddening and there was a certain spot being reached with enough repetition that she could feel herself falling towards a certain eventuality.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus had a desire to see everything at once, and now he'd have exactly that. Each of those mirrors in front of Meron gave a slightly different angle to appreciate when compared to each other, and of course there was the direct view he had of Meron from behind. This was far from how a Creator of his era would have done. Even with that being the case, Albertus considered this method somehow better. Meron was bent at the waist, which created a phenomenon unknown to the male previously. With each of those slow thrusts came a gentle swaying of her breasts. That alone took his attention again and again.

Indeed, he hadn't been looking originally. Now that he was however, he couldn't possibly look away. "I wasn't. Fat chance I'll stop now though," he responded. Where was he to put his hands? They were more than full already with Meron's backside, but there was so much more to potentially take hold of. Her breasts, for instance, would be shifting more as his pace increased and hers did so with it. He was a fair bit taller than the woman; he could reach them without much issue at all. Would he be doing that? Sort of. His right hand shifted from ass to hip, functioning as leverage while his left hand slid up Meron's back and around her chest. One would be enough, right? It certainly had to be, as Albertus squeezed and lifted just that one to wonder if normal humans could even manage doing so for very long. Maybe they couldn't. He could, of course, and would whilst letting the other behave however it wished.

[Apollymi]

It was interesting, the fact that both the participants in this debauchery were having new and varied experiences. Meron would have hardly believed that someone as strapping as Albertus made it to be walking around this world without such experiences, but they'd come from different times, completely. Here and now, she was busy being rather directly assaulted by his manhood. Well that was quite a deal rougher as a statement than what Meron would have called it. Even while being bent over at the waist, she was being pummeled in a way that was gentle enough to be enticing to her own body's movements.

At the same time, Albertus answered her teasing question with the idea that he wouldn't be looking away again. Sure enough when her eyes moved from their spot on the mirror upwards she'd find herself capable of looking at this man's eyes as they took her in at various angles. How committed. "That's a lot of attention, you know~" she mused seeming to be fighting back against sensations she was easily swooning over. Actually she was stunned to find him so bemused by the sight, maybe he was just a voyeur of some sort. Whatever he wasn't it wasn't simply someone who enjoyed watching. This revelation was given as he reached for one of her breasts from behind her, stopping those gentle movements as she moaned at the random attention she'd not been expecting. It definitely wasn't normal for anyone to be able to reach so far and actually manage to stop her even a bit but that only made it more exciting. Her upper body would end up raising slightly unconsciously as she increased the angle of his penetration and also gave him more access to her upper body. The arch in her spine became more pronounced by virtue as well. She seemed to be adjust pretty easily to the strokes he delivered and as such she continued to meet them knowing she'd approach her end and the quaking of her walls hinting at the incoming crest. And when it happened she felt her knees weaken slightly as he plagued her body with such interesting treatment.

[Bloodedge]

With his hands each finding something new to hold, Meron altered the position of her body a bit. She became more upright in a way, albeit with the most pronounced curve in her back. Something was especially appealing about that angle. It wasn't even exclusively a visual thing; the feeling of her walls collapsing around his girth was enhanced twofold at least. Yet again, Albertus realized a difference between creation and sex. When creating, all things were perfect for the sake of creation alone. As things were going now however, there were peaks and valleys to every sensation. Just now, Albertus was experiencing more of the peak side.

The amount of attention he offered Meron was allegedly a lot. Albertus didn't mind that at all. He always had a propensity for the excessive. There was no sense of the old competitions he had with his brother this time. Even so, he relished in the excess. "You say that, but I think you like it," he said. This slightly-altered position resulted in a change to Albertus' methods as well. His thrusting was ramping up bit by bit, and now it was also shifting angle with every forward movement. Each future movement would see his length pivoting its way into Meron in such a way as to grind its tip against her canal's end. That little 'pulling out' plan of Meron's was looking less rational by the moment. Albertus could feel his own mana as it gathered in his groin. In keeping with the woman's request, he at least attempted to restrain it. Alas, Albertus knew nature would always run its course in due time. Perhaps Kujaku Meron would eventually understand that as well. . .

[Apollymi]

Every movement of this man's body made Meron squirm a little bit. And rather suddenly those intrusive thoughts started again, just as her angling and the movements of Albertus' hips. Something about the nudging against the end of her being and those different angles, had her giving consideration to the idea of making sure he didn't leave the confines of her body when it was time for him to reach his end. How ridiculous it was, for her to think something like that after protesting so much. Perhaps if she'd known about his extra advice ahead of time, she might have already been on birth control, but she didn't exactly expect to suddenly find herself in this situation. Given this the constant thought that she should tell him to wasn't exactly something she wished to confess to just yet.

Luckily for her, she wouldn't have to immediately, as cute and moaning notes kept leaving her lips, it seemed that Albertus was content to comment on the fact that she seemed to like the attention she was receiving. "I find myself liking a lot right now..." she mused while exhaling a hearty breath. Something great was approaching of that she was sure, that constant knocking and her own collapse around his manhood. "Am I indecisive if I change my mind again right now?" she asked almost rhetorically. Of course, she was looking for absolution but it wouldn't really help. Sober her would be mad about it, but here and now, she'd be tickled pink by the sensation she was now looking for. Right at the end of her.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus hadn't a clue what kind of thoughts were floating through Meron's head. Of course, he knew his own thoughts, and knew how unusual they were for him... though part of his process was very on-brand. He felt the urge to create, to utilize this magnificent specimen of a woman to make something incredibly powerful. After all, this world had no divinities present currently; having a few could uplift it to a state comparable to its sister planet. How could he feel anything else? Mana would be so easily cultivated in this woman, she wouldn't even need to have knowledge of creation as an art form to produce greatness.

Meron claimed to be liking a lot of things presently. As the piston of his hips reached something resembling a steady pace, the sound of wet flesh squeezing into that narrow corridor resonated repeatedly through the room. It made a rather interesting backdrop as a sound effect, pairing naturally with the melody of Meron's voice. Albertus himself even found a few notes slipping out in a much deeper tone. Ah, and then there were some lyrics applied to the music they made. A question was presented. Would changing her mind make Meron indecisive? One might wonder what the change was, but Albertus thought the answer was pretty clear regardless. "Pretty sure that's the definition of indecision. What's the point of being decisive about anything though? Not having plans is a pretty fun way to live, if you ask me," he rambled, eventually getting to the point of his new curiosity. "So, what, thinking about putting that condom back on?"

[Apollymi]

This world had no divinities and that was probably for the best. If one believed in the histories of more magical peoples, they were always a source of ridicule and eventual torment. Torture was the only thing that came for those considered divine in this world, but that wasn't a matter to be discusses or even one that Meron would fully acknowledge. No, as this man fought against his nature, Meron took steady strides towards her own. Each step bringing with it a taste of the reality which would lead her only one way.

If one had asked her why she started thinking this way, she wouldn't have an answer. For all she knew and understood of herself, the entirety of this interaction had been nothing but a fantasy. A thing she did based solely on her own desires in the moment. As she was being stirred from within by the godly form of Albertus, she had to catch her breath managing to shake her hips against him as he plunged steadily in and out of her person. Soon enough the sound of Albertus' voice was added to the sounds she was hearing from him and what did he have to say. Changing her mind was by definition indecisive, but there was no need to be decisive. Not having a plan was somehow good? Ah, that was his way, wasn't it? "Oh!~ I guess you're right... I am pretty indecisive, I'm usually not though..." she claimed with a smirk on her face. As for his present curiosity she couldn't help the little giggle that escaped her when thinking about it. "I wish I was only thinking of that. That would be easy..." she mused seeming to think about it more. She should share shouldn't she? It'd be best if she didn't keep it to herself in this kind of moment. Each thrust she met encouraged her line of thinking more and more. If this were a different kind of world, she would have called it magic. But here and now she'd call it instinct and science, "I was thinking to tell you cum inside, it'd be really irresponsible of me, but also really great... I feel it in the depths of my being~" how very true it was, even as that last word came out a moan and as an elongated note which could have sang all on its own. "What do you think? It think it's a good new plan~"

[Bloodedge]

Meron's indecision was no concern of Albertus'. He'd never been one to advocate a decisive nature, nor would he ever be one to do so. Meron claimed she usually wasn't on the fence about things. In Albertus' frank opinion, she and everyone else would be better off just rolling with whatever happened at the end of any path. He'd done that sort of thing when moving forward from the old world, and though one could claim he wound up in the wrong reality as a result, this way was far more exciting and therefore the superior choice.

Now then, what was Meron's indecision all about? It seemed condoms had nothing to do with it at all. What she considered was the matter of pulling out─ her recent thoughts regarding having Albertus do no such thing. She really was all over the place, wasn't she? Albertus didn't expect this sort of evolution to occur so soon; he wasn't that close to being finished. Apparently, his senses were still just a little bit off. "Huh. Must be the liquor," he mused. Whether that line was about Meron's admission or the end of his own internal monologue was left a matter of mystery. Either way, Albertus kept stroking and grinding away at the woman's interior. Whether he deposited his mana into her or not made no difference to him, at least mentally. He could technically keep plunging into her nether all day without expelling any mana at all... though he wouldn't. As for what he thought of the apparent plan, Albertus had only one thing to say. "Honestly, I don't have an opinion either way. I liked watching it splash on you, I liked seeing you drink it, all that good stuff. Your life, remember?"

[Apollymi]

Meron's indecision was sending her spiraling into a world of pleasure and 'forbidden' ideas. She kept the movements of her hips up and even found herself singing more the praises of this man with moans and minor utterances. Eventually, she'd explained the thoughts she was having and for a while there was only the symphony of flesh meeting and the stirring of loins entangled in passion. Whatever look she had upon her face wasn't something she registered within her own mind. She would however keep listening, because eventually, Albertus would speak.

So agreeable was this foreigner he claimed that choices about tonight were hers to make once more. He claimed that he liked all things he'd witnessed today, including but not limited to all the places he could potentially spill his seed. How interesting. Though most would never actually admit to such a thing this man was so open and so agreeable she felt herself collapsing around him. "You might be a bit to agreeable, you know that?" she asked of him but at the end just another moan would slip out as her hips maintained a rhythm against his that left her knees gently shaking. "I am interested in all of that if I am being honest... but also inside, it'd be a shame to waste it after all~" she said those words in a teasing fashion but still she meant them. She couldn't necessarily go back on her usual antics and everything about this situation told her to continue, to go, to feel what it was like to have this man's seed planted deep inside her. She had no real reason for this, just a nagging itch, an annoying background sensation.

[Bloodedge]

The music continued. This little number being performed between two parties should have been considered the natural evolution of song and dance. Perhaps it was, somewhere in one of the worlds. A partner who sounded so magnificent could turn the sounds of two bodies intertwining into an orchestral masterpiece, such as what Meron was creating here and now. That wondrous music resulted in Albertus further delving into the abyss of pleasure. He soon enough had a hand at each side of her bosom, squeezing, groping. In the meantime, his eyes traveled down to the point of their strongest physical connection. . .

Meron was treading a fine line between simple desire and instinct from the dawn of time. If she continued down that path, there was only one possible result. She'd do better with that knowledge. Regardless of how agreeable Albertus was to any situation she presented him, even a drunken Meron had to be aware of the greater consequences. Humans didn't seem to view the creation of children in the same ways Gods of Creation did. "Well... I agree. I do hate wasting things, but..." Albertus paused there. One more thrust had him leaning forward until his chest was pressed against Meron's back, and the curve of her rear settled into the bend of his lower abdomen. He was still thrusting forward. Now, he'd taken the more direct approach again. His pelvis had yet to properly meet with Meron's flesh in all this time, but as it finally did so, there was another meeting occurring within her body. That rear wall... or rather, gate, was peered through by Albertus' tool. It seemed almost keen on inspecting the secret hidden behind: the chamber that hosted life as it was established. With a bit of himself starting to occupy that space, Albertus could feel every bit of potential their creation could have. Only then did he share the facts. "You know there'd be no avoiding it. You can feel it, right? You'd have a child, and if I'm being honest... it wouldn't be like any other you've had or seen," he warned.

[Apollymi]

The movements of these two people and the sounds of voices and flesh were all this space needed. If Meron was being honest, she'd never been so involved in an act like this, and she found that to be quite shameful considering she'd considered those experiences to be good before this night unfurled the way it did. Actually, the changes in Albertus' hands was something her body seemed to appreciate. He could grope her breasts while she shook those hips of hers against him for all of time and she doubted she'd have reason to complain.

That being said they were moving on to the dangerous territory here. Ah, the impending doom, which came with a visit to a strange place. Never had the end of Meron been breeched by anything but a child exiting her body. So imagine her surprise the first time it was knocked against by this man's phallus. The feeling alone was quite intense and she didn't hate it then. Now imagine that happening with a tight squeeze type of feeling that she didn't really understand as he nudged himself into the space beyond her depths. He reached for the womb and he'd find it as she moaned contented pleasure at something she knew shouldn't have been possible. Maybe she was just drunk and feeling it deeper than she had before? Maybe she was simply enjoying the sensation too much and let her mind get away from her? Whatever the case, she would soon be glancing towards Albertus, first in the mirror and then quickly over her shoulder. "Ah, well, I've had too many children to not understand that tingling desire to create more..." she mused in a nonchalant way. "Still, it isn't like babies are guaranteed outcomes. Plenty of people never actually have babies, having one who is different or special is far from the worst thing that could happen..." she mused. "I'll stress could, most people aren't that good at being marksmen~" she chuckled. Ah, but that little joke came from a place of human understanding. For a normal person pregnancy took a great number of tries especially after the creation of others before. As far as Meron was concerned she was just as likely to never see a child born of the two them, though she secretly hoped for it, to solidify the idea that she'd not just been dreaming him up. Just the same that clutching sensation of her insides would continue, would he spill? Would he withdraw? Would they be... doing something else? Only time would truly tell.

[Bloodedge]

Meron understood the urge to produce additional children, as one who birthed them could be expected to. On the other hand, her grasp on procreation was tainted by human limitations. For all that moaning and clutching she did during deep penetration, it sounded like she'd yet to fully understand the certainty of a child between them. She was one who easily cultivated mana, and he was one whose mana was easily molded. There was no other way. "They're not guaranteed... normally," he corrected.

In human terms, one could say Albertus' "swimmers" were more effective than others. Sadly, he had no grasp on the concept of mortal sperm. What he did have, was a grasp on the certainty they were headed toward. "You should be feeling it. It's not a chance we're dealing with here. It's something definite. I guess you could say I'm the best marksman there is. If that's what you want, be sure about it," he stated. The pace was increasing once again, and with that increase came the repeated invasion of Meron's womb. He was delving deeper and deeper, as if to make certain the deposit of every drop if spillage became an eventuality. It didn't matter to him that doing so was likely to leave a sample of mana within the organ of Meron's that would call out to it. If she wanted something different, he trusted she would be capable of expressing that anyway, given proper knowledge of the future. "Like I said, it's up to you in the end. You've probably got about ten minutes to choose~" he warned based on his own development at the time.

[Apollymi]

Normally. That is the qualifier that Albertus had to use to clarify his point. Was he calling himself abnormal in this case? Apparently. Mana wasn't something that Meron currently understood. She knew herself to be fertile but it didn't really matter very much in the long run. Albertus had enough of an explanation while she nudged against him and he nudged against her opening. What more could she actually say? Nothing really.

He claimed to be the best marksman while her hips moved back and forth against his own. He claimed that there was a certain defiance to the creation, it would be happening if she went along with her current line of thinking. Of course, Meron couldn't help but chuckle at this, the surety in Albertus was something she never really got over, truly. That increasing pace of his also did nothing to detour her. She was sure she felt him invading her womb, sure she felt extra tingles of pleasantry with each stroke. Perhaps she'd become kind of strange during the whole divorce proceeding, or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, she'd continue moaning her happiness and rocking her hips to meet his thrusts while considering the time limit imposed upon her. "Ah, well, ten minutes is kind of a long time... I'm sure whatever I say at the end of it will be what I want~" she mused. Two fertile people could potentially make a baby, but it seemed a bit outlandish, but she doubted she'd deny herself the sensation she sought.

No, actually. It was truly impossible to deny herself what she sought. Each movement of his at that increasing pace seemed to wipe her brain of its primary functions. It left her needing more and more with each movement. Eventually a thrust would have her hiccuping, tongue hanging out of her mouth. And she'd make a cry as he approached a certain climax that needed but a simple push to get her where she needed to be. She'd seem near crazed when she finally spoke a sentence she likely hadn't had any thought of making up to the point. "PUT A BABY IN ME!♥~" she demanded, he'd better, this climax would be the greatest she ever felt, of this she was certain. Her slickening insides and pulsing walls demanded to be sated.

[Bloodedge]

Ten minutes was a long time? That amount of time wasn't even a blink to one such as Albertus. Whatever the case, Meron insisted that her answer in ten minutes' time would be what she truly wanted. Albertus was willing to believe that as they both danced to the beat of their own bodies colliding. Given the ramp-up of movement between them, it wasn't long before Albertus felt his pelvis slapping against Meron's rump with every thrust. At long last, he'd reached something resembling normalcy for Gods of Creation. In this case however, it was something far greater. Meron's cervix may have been acclimating to Creator physique, but Albertus didn't think it was as forgiving as what he'd once known. In some strange way he couldn't understand, the added resistance was something far greater.

Ten minutes passed, and Albertus found a rhythm most strange. What he did from behind Meron could no longer be described as creation; it was something entirely different. There was a certain roughness, a certain urgency that couldn't be compared with creation at all. In the midst of all that, Meron spoke again. Had it been ten minutes already? The tingle of his loins said so. Meron demanded via outcry that he... put a baby in her. Was that how humans said such things? One could only believe so. Hearing her over the repetitive sound of skin slapping against foreign skin, Albertus knew there was little to no time for turning back. "You sure about that?" he wondered. Despite this curiosity being expressed, it would be a matter of seconds before it was too late. Mere seconds later, another thrust of Albertus would insert him to the utmost depths within her. A gush of liquid mana was to be expelled from his member, pouring directly into her womb to the point of filling it. He wouldn't be pulling back at all just yet, but if he were to do so, there was sure to be an excess of fluids flowing out with him into her canal. Such a strange occurrence this was for Albertus. He'd never known this simple pleasure before now. So, was this what that phenomenon called 'premature ejaculation' was? He sure thought so. . .

[Apollymi]

Ten minutes was indeed a long time. Not in the grand scheme of things, but in a single moment. For a time, a drunken divorcee and a relative stranger stood in her closet having what could only be described as the most passionate sex of that woman's life. It was body to body, skin to skin, and slapping wetness against warm phallus. Meron was treated to a depth which shouldn't have been possible in this world, and found herself enjoying it beyond measure. What was more, at the end of that ten minutes. When the sensation of being pushed against from inside was too much to bear, she'd asked for him to put a baby in her. Now this might not have been the most conventional sentence, but she knew it would convey her sentiments. "YES!♥~" she was quite certain and that last word came out as a moan, why?

Because within seconds, there was a deep spillage within her very womb. It was warm, plentiful and all together the greatest feeling she'd ever known. In response, to it, her body tightened around his member, seeming to want to hold it in at the depth it current possessed. What else, well, there was her screamed orgasm, the feeling of absolute pleasure which washed over her as she felt filled and satisfied for the first time... in a long time. What was more, it was beyond the normal satisfaction she knew. It was something deep and throbbing and heavy. Ah, yes, this was exactly the kind of sensation she was looking for. How could she not want this? She might have thought herself a little irresponsible, but she couldn't deny enjoying everything that had happened. Even now, Albertus remained buried deep within the confines of her body and she in turn found herself happily sighing in the aftermath. "Wheew~ I... that was great! You were great!~" she mused in a moment. Ah, that was far too much goodness for any one person, and Albertus was far to free in handing it out. Of this she was certain but for now, she was happy and that was all that mattered.

[Bloodedge]

A 'yes' was given to Albertus in response, but it was no simple answer. When Meron offered it, it was a moan, perhaps even a scream. Humans sure took their matters of pleasure seriously. Oh well. In moments of that affirmation, they both discovered a new height of physical bliss. Meron learned what it was to be filled with the fruit of a man's loins in the most direct fashion possible, and Albertus learned what it was like to empty his essence into another for reasons other than sheer creation. However satisfied Meron was, Albertus was the same if not more so. The feeling of her womanhood clamping around him, walls and gate alike, was almost too much to bear. He could have known nothing else in this new life, and he would have been more than content.

Being content was no way to live, though. There was always more for oneself and others. Where would he find it; how would he find it? The mystery alone was worth a great deal of investment. For now, Albertus was bearing half of his weight against Meron's back as the final trickles of his mana flowed into her. Soon, his member would eject himself from her womb. Excess fluids would flow back along his shaft even while he remained partially buried within her, his head resting on her shoulder. "Don't say that. I was average. You were incredible," he said, primarily complimenting her ability to lie with a Creator whilst being only human. Still in the heat of their encounter, Albertus found himself kissing Meron's neck repeatedly. He still hadn't released her breasts or freed himself from her womanhood. After all, the afterglow was only normal while a female Creator began the cultivation of new life. . .

[Apollymi]

This pair of people were both now experiencing the afterglow of a new experience. Both had managed a certain level of newness and now Meron was experiencing something strange. Albertus continued kissing her neck his head resting on her shoulder and praising her? She'd not been doing anything amazing. She was a drunk woman who happened to really enjoy sex in a moment like this, but that wasn't particularly impressive. She'd not even done much of anything by her own understanding of how life worked. How could he even talk like that while ejecting himself from her womb which made her knees just a little bit weak, in addition to the rest of the sensations she was currently dealing with. "I think we have two very different ideas of what constitutes incredible..." she said thoughtfully, her breathing having somewhat returned to normal.

It was probably for the best that he still had such a firm grip on this woman. And what was more, she also managed to be much calmer than normal even after this. When was the last time she was cuddled post coitus, it'd been quite a while. He was even seeming to appreciate the extra closeness, how could she do anything but relax into it while a final moan slipped between her lips. Why he was still lodged within her like he was, she was unsure, still, Albertus seemed to be quite comfortable in his current activity and as such she wouldn't interrupt. "You are still quite something, I probably have better words to describe it somewhere in my head~" she mused seeming to find it funny. Just the same she'd allow their continued closeness and would only move to extricate herself a bit later.

[Bloodedge]

True enough, their opinions differed quite heavily. Meron thought Albertus was great, when he knew himself to be doing nothing out of the ordinary. Albertus thought Meron was incredible, and she knew herself to be acting only on desire. This wasn't a matter they could agree on without each having context from the other side. They could, however, agree to having an interesting time in each other's company. "Seems like we do. You're the wrong one, but that's alright," he insisted.

Meron didn't need to go fishing out a better version of her most recent claim. Albertus knew what he was, and he knew what he wasn't. Her opinion of him notwithstanding, their business reached a natural lull. Albertus was left partaking of Meron's neck while he kept wedged within her loins. He knew his mana would go on to embed itself in Meron's soul. He knew the mana between Meron and himself would coalesce into a new existence. He could feel the process starting already, albeit far less efficiently than a proper Creator's body would have managed. No matter. Albertus continued pressing his lips against the woman's neck, seeming to enjoy the small traces of her jumbled energy upon his lips. In the meantime, he still did not withdraw. Whether it was strange in this world or not, Albertus' member was no less firm than the moment Meron was first entered by it. Maybe he should have done his research on humans, or maybe it didn't matter at all.

[Apollymi]

She was wrong. According to Albertus, Meron was wrong in her understanding of who had been more or less awesome in their particular endeavor. He was allowed to believe that she was something incredible. She figured that she was much more interesting than she'd initially given herself credit for, even so, she seemed to be relaxing into his touch. Still this man hadn't bothered to separate from her. She wondered if he understood it made it seem like impregnating her was exactly his intention. He did seem to be a bit displaced from more standard human activities.

Whatever the case, it didn't escape Meron's notice that his manhood was still rather firm while being buried within her body. She wouldn't have assumed it had anything in particular to do with her, but his words tended to make her feel like she was more or less responsible for his physical reactions to her. She wondered if he knew, but couldn't bring herself to properly question it, given their closeness which she was enjoying far too much. Even past the point of their initial meeting his lips making contact with her skin almost sent tingles down her spine, eve though he hadn't moved directly. "Tomorrow is going to be a doozy," she murmrued. Mostly about her completely nonchalant attitude which would all come crashing down the next morning when she woke with a strange in her bed. She'd never been one to spend too much time so close to someone else, not even her former husband. Even so, she couldn't help but continue look him over both through the mirror and correctly. She could only hope she wasn't misinterpreting him as she began shifting her hips gently against him. "You'll make me think you want to continue if you keep it up..." she mused happily.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus was basically living in the neck of Meron. There was a notable lack of movement between them, neither party doing anything to separate their lower bodies. It would eventually be Meron who moved her hips, just slightly after mentioning something about tomorrow. It was going to be... a doozy? Albertus couldn't fathom why if he tried. He knew nothing of the problems associated with excessive alcohol in human bodies, bar the few things mentioned by Meron earlier in the night.

Whatever she was talking about, Albertus wouldn't be able to question. Just after she'd spoken, there was that movement around his girth which accompanied something of a tease. Was his continued erection really so strange? As Albertus himself would believe, even a normal human should be able to experience some enhanced stamina when dealing with women of this quality. Apparently, keeping something up would make her believe he sought continuation. What had he even been doing? She was the one moving and rubbing their loins together anew. "What? I thought this was just how things wound down. Though if that's what you want, you won't get a no out of me. You seem like the one ready to start again from where I'm looking."

[Apollymi]

The space occupied in her body and the tingling kisses along her neck, stirred Meron just a bit. Of course, she understood this to be something of an increased desire. That being said, she wasn't purposefully pushing towards a restart, she simply wasn't used to the added affection of this caliber. Ah, but she could get used to it, and so she would, perhaps her problem wasn't this moment, but simply every moment preceding it not living up to the new shining example that was this. As for her spoken words and those little shifts of her hips, it was to be expected. But how would she answer Albertus? Cheekily.

"Well, if this is a wind down I am not sure my body understands it as such~" she mused. Coming to a stand still once more only to just start separating them, though she wasn't very inclined to do so. "I really don't get it, but I don't really want to separate us, but I also know we shouldn't really stay like this, it's like a contradiction of instinct and sense," she explained of her current movements. "Still, unless you plan to sleep buried in me like that... we should probably separate eventually~" she stated in a teasing manner. Of course, only a single bit of separation had been forced and she almost felt empty for the single inch of separation given. Why did it seem so enticing to leave him buried within her like this? Wasn't it against normal logic and decency? Shouldn't she want to separate, clean herself up and get some sleep? Yes, probably but also not, today was shaping up to be rather strange.

[Bloodedge]

A bit of confusion was to be understood. Such was especially anticipated in Meron after seeing how indecisive she became earlier. What was the reason for parting? Meron claimed to know they should separate, but Albertus didn't know why that would be the case. Sense didn't make so much sense at all to him. "I don't get the sense part. If you hadn't noticed, I'm pretty much all instinct," he quipped.

Meron took steps toward separating them, but not entirely. The notion of sleeping whilst buried within her folds was presented, bringing a previously unheard-of thought to Albertus' mind in the process. Did humans do that sort of thing? If they did, they were more interesting still. "People do that? It sounds pretty awesome. Let's do it!" So quick to become excited by new things, Albertus took hold of Meron's legs from the rear. "Just lean back a bit," he suggested. If Meron were to acquiesce and lean against him, a quick push forward would lift both legs toward Meron's fore, where he'd hold them in place and keep her elevated as a result. It was something he'd have no issue doing, and he'd keep Meron lifted while keeping her wrapped around his member as well.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he didn't get what was sensible about the situation, he claimed to be a creature of instinct. "That much is very obvious," she said with a bit of a chuckle. He really didn't have any common sense, she wondered how he managed to get anything done when he was so easily distracted and so prone to going with the flow presented. In her humble opinion it was as if his sense of rationality and purpose resided within another individual entirely. Perhaps this was the case, people often spoke strangely of how people were only half of a proverbial whole.

Ah, that nonsensical state of this man was something which was going to become more obvious in this moment. He seemed surprised by the idea of sleeping within the woman being an option. And she'd only mentioned it as a bit of a joke. That sort of kink wasn't at all normal, but something which happened from time to time as a point of exhaustion or closeness. In their case, the latter seemed to be more likely than the former, "It happens from time to time... one can occasionally find such a thing comforting for both parties," she explained. Even so what happened next wasn't at all within her expectation, though his excitement was. He asked her to lean back and she did as a matter of course given this man's ability to support her weight was something already known to her. The ease with which he did this though was about to be made crystal clear to her, as he picked her up from behind while remaining nestled within her core. The suddenness of the movement made her gasp, and the sudden lifting of her legs inspired something of a nervous giggle. "He--hehehe!~ This is a bit much isn't it?" she questioned. Though now that she was up this high with him still in his new home, she had to say she quite enjoyed the vantage point and the sensation. Perhaps she truly was aiming to continue just a bit, this was a rather new experience for her.

[Bloodedge]

Meron had no idea how very right she was. Any rationality he was meant to have in this incarnation was likely being hosted by another. Perhaps she was that other, or perhaps there was another still. The answer would come in due time, but it was of no importance presently. All that mattered now was the existing link between them, which he was content to keep active whether there was thrusting involved or not. Occasional comfort was apparently the way of the thing they discussed. Well, Albertus was not one to shy from anything comfortable.

So then, up the woman went. It was with the greatest ease that he lifted her. It was not at all more difficult for him to begin walking for the sake of exiting the closet. Of course, each step resulted in something almost a thrust in its own right. Meron thought the entire ordeal was a bit much, but it was nothing strange to him. "You said that about something before. Does that mean you like this one too?" he wondered aloud while passing through the bathroom. "I like it. This has a whole new feel to it; it's pretty sweet~" he added. Had he thought about it earlier, this current position would have been one he pushed for while they were most active.

[Apollymi]

Her rightness about this man's lacking sense notwithstanding, Meron was treated to a rather sudden set of steps after her most recent utterance. This man moved about with her in his hands as if she weighed absolutely nothing. It was quite a new sensation for her, and she did enjoy it. Those little moving thrusts made her squeal just a tad as well, as she worked towards an answer. She needed to answer his question, so she worked up the ability to do so. He thought she might like this and he was quite right, "It's new and I do like it. It is something I never would have thought to ask for, and it's quite exciting..." she stated clearly. To be honest, to be so imposing wasn't at all something she would have done of her own accord. It simply wasn't in good taste to make demands like this when she was the kind of person she was.

Of course, this man had been doing wonders for her... making sure she understood that it wasn't her who lacked anything. So maybe she should have thought to ask? Well, she had it now, and it definitely would have been something exciting to try, she couldn't deny the feeling in her loins and the gentle pulsing desire she had to be sated even while they were simply casually speaking of moving on. "Though if it is something you like, we could try it this way... I'd quite enjoy it~" she mused gently as they moved towards her bed.

[Bloodedge]

Exciting was exactly what Albertus thought this to be. He was no stranger to a lifted partner, yet even he had not previously experienced this exact setup before. They were both in for something new once again. Even the simple act of walking was making him move about within Meron, if only slightly. Naturally, that small amount of stimulation resulted in periodic pulses making their way through his member. Doing anything but thrusting at that point would prove difficult.

Ah, but a stroke of luck was upon him. His journey toward the bed had something else in store according to Meron. He was hardly a few feet from the mattress when Meron expressed an interest in continuing as they were. Hearing something like that, Albertus stopped in his tracks and grinned against the side of Meron's neck. "Well, if you're sure..." he replied. It was without further hesitation that Albertus lifted the woman in his arms, pulling her most of the way off his length before thrusting up into her core. Such would be the way of his approach from this new beginning.

[Apollymi]

Exciting. Albertus had been nothing but exciting to Meron since he showed up in her life at that bar. She had no real idea how much he was going to have an effect on her life, but she definitely wasn't upset about meeting him. In fact, every little alternation to her mostly mundane life, seemed to breath life back into her soul. Perhaps she'd have to tell her friends how right they'd been about the necessity of meeting someone new and having some fun post her divorce? Yes, she'd do that tomorrow over breakfast, but here and now she was dealing with something very different.

The gentle thrusts occurring with every step seemed to stir her loins back to life with relative ease. She had no problem with what was happening here and now and then rather suddenly she was lifted almost completely off Albertus' cock, only to be thrust into with so much vigor she was sure she saw stars. That was the first of many such strokes and was marked by a hiccup and the release of her loins in an instant. "Hyuck!♥~" she moaned. Never had she been one to climax from entry alone, perhaps it was the tool in question to blame for the overt stimulation? Regardless, her flourish became something of a wave, dropping her own and his mixed fluids down his shaft as her body repeatedly tightened around his with each upward movement. She'd never been held like this before but it was definitely something she liked. She'd have to make the most out of this experience while she had access to a man virile enough to sustain such forceful play.

[Bloodedge]

That first movement of his caused the most beautiful sound to pass Meron's lips. It was something of a hiccup, something of a moan, and more of a pleasantry than Albertus could have imagined. To think, that was only the first of many thrusts made. Albertus surely had much more to look forward to, whether there was anything very different ahead or not. "Oh, nice! I liked that one~" he commented.

The wave Meron felt manifested around Albertus' manhood as a series of collapses. He felt numerous convulsions happening around him, and that wasn't all. This angle had him bent, or rather... forced upward at a sharp angle. As such, there was a permanent 'tight' feeling to his own girth already. The moisture of Meron's canal as the walls collapsed around his tool was amplified tenfold as a sensation for Albertus. He really should have done this earlier. Well, at least it was an experience he could have now. "Why was I missing this before?! Somebody somewhere deserves a piece of my mind for not telling me."

[Apollymi]

The first sound that escaped Meron was a hiccup but it was apparently a sound which Albertus liked enough to comment on it. It would be a moment before she could say anything about that, but all the while her whole body was vibrating and the plunging within her depths felt quite tight. "I... that's an interesting thing to say~" she said finally. Ah, that was quite the sensation. She didn't know if this was truly something different for this man, but she mad the assumption that it was, given the depth and angle he currently penetrated at.

Still there were many things to consider. The first of which was a statement from Albertus which implied that he'd not participated in sex like this before this moment. Well that was a bit surprising wasn't it. How did he know he could lift her body like this if he'd never attempted it before? Why did he seem so very comfortable while doing it? Why was she so very comfortable with these sort of movements. "Yes, I think we are both owed some explanations~" she claimed seeming to find it funny. Ah, well... she likely would find it funny. This man had proved himself to be beyond normal logic and beyond that he seemed to be very much enjoying himself. As her body continued to clutch around his, she'd find herself spilling over multiple times until such a time as their position changed.

[Bloodedge]

There was much more to be done than Albertus ever intended. Naturally though, he wasn't going to reject anything coming his way. This entire situation was so very new to him, and to think... he was among the first in history to copulate. He'd been missing out on so very much. Ah, but did that not mean he was overdue for additional learning experiences? It certainly had to, and according to Meron, they were both owed some explanations about something.

What exactly did Meron mean? Well, he could only assume it had something to do with both of them missing this experience. Assuming that was the case, Albertus decided to milk this newfound position for all it was worth, for their sake as a pair. "Guess we'll get those later," he said somewhat cheekily. With that, time passed without Albertus' notice. He was lifting Meron repeatedly and thrusting himself up into her undercarriage just as frequently. Eventually, the 'spilling over' of Meron was something he took note of for an array of reasons. He could already feel it at each interval. Over time, it became something of a repeated clapping sound with a certain wetness to it. With that sound reverberating off every wall, there was a warm wetness that had long since cascaded down his thighs. Maybe he'd been at it long enough, considering that last occurrence alone?

Regardless, the positional change Meron awaited would occur in due time. The exact amount of time may have been a mystery to Albertus himself, but once he realized how much of her essence had been spilled onto his own legs, he couldn't fend off the instinct anymore. Meron would be lowered onto the bed only after being lifted from his lap. When he placed her atop the mattress, Albertus put forth the effort to place her on her back. He had an urge to create, but... how would he do so? Meron had already received a great deal of mana from him─ enough that she could see a full spiritual evolution at any given moment. Indecisiveness struck him yet again, and so there Albertus stood with a stiff cock and an empty mind. "So... the baby's in you. Question is, is the next one for it... or just for you?" he asked. To Albertus, the question made perfect sense in a very specific way. Children were created with greater capacity with additional mana transfers, yet there was an extra edge to be gained by either child or mother based on the type of transfer performed. One could only wonder where humans, or at least Meron, leaned in terms of those options.

[Apollymi]

More and more and more. This man's logic and restraint were truly missing. Even so, it'd be wrong of Meron not to simply enjoy and take advantage. He held her up, ramming into her insides from below for far longer than she thought any normal man would have done. Meron to her credit enjoyed every minute of it, as evidenced by the fluids which seeped from her loins and even down to Albertus' thighs. It was a great set of moments and a time that Meron thought would never even, but it would eventually and he'd pull away from her to lay her on her onw bed eventually. While this happened she felt her body constantly twitching, her mind burning and even her a gentle shake of her and twitches of muscles she didn't know had use.

Ah, but he was saying something now wasn't he? Making the claim that she had a baby in her and wanted to know if the next was for her? Or for the baby? Ah... it seemed to Meron this man probably had one of those breeding kinks. It was far from abnormal, most men liked to plant themselves within an orifice so it was fine right. Though she was always doing something strange his question made her chuckle just a little. "Well, if I am being honest here, I am becoming less of a fan of letting a kid run my life..." she mused. "You definitely can't start spoiling them before they even appear, it's bad for personality development," she stated. "So, like all things today, I'll take for me~" she mused. She was unsure of what exactly she was agreeing to, but it was bound to be fine. She'd not experienced anything from Albertus so she'd continue allowing him to show her alll the interesting things sex had to offer them both.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus presented a question that he knew every implication of... as the old world saw it. New life could always receive additional mana before it was even born, as all mana sent to the womb would be added to the new growth directly. Mana sent anywhere else, however, was left to the mother's discretion. All beings had a method of delivering mana and one of receiving it. Women, however, had an extra apparatus for each purpose. As Albertus looked at the woman lying in bed, he determined that the ethereal glow around her person had become close enough to that of a Creator; she could be treated as if she were one well enough.

Meron decided that a child running her life was not an idea she was fond of. Albertus remembered hearing something in a similar vein to what she declared. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be so similar exactly, and he did indeed realize this... but... "Spare the rod and don't spoil the child then? Got it," he mused. Whatever the case, clearly Meron would take his offering for herself. It didn't seem she knew the full scope of this arrangement, though. Albertus knew her form possessed two mana 'receivers' as it were. There was but one way to offer mana to the unborn, while the option Meron chose left open another question. "So... up, or down?" he asked, one finger pointed to the sky while the other pointed to the floor. "I'm guessing one of those is something you've never tried before. Just a hunch."

[Apollymi]

Whatever changes Albertus saw in Meron's form, she did not know of them yet. In fact, any real changes to her physiology would simply be acknowledged as something that she simply hadn't acknowledged as possible to start with given her own lack of experience. Speaking of that lack of experience it seemed that Albertus was aware of at least a few aspects of her life that went unexplored. In this case, he commented first on her lack of wanting to spoil an unborn child and then next upon how she would receive him if it wasn't her intention to feed said child. Ah, but Albertus thoughts on this matter were a bit strange and Meron's reaction would likely feel equally so...

"Um..." she gave it a bit more thought. "I mean you aren't wrong, it isn't something I've ever tried..." she said giving it a bit of consideration. "There are a lot of things that feed into that. Seems like the sort of thing that will hurt..." she said giving a casual glance towards his manhood. "Also seems like it'd be a bit dirty...." yep human enough to not want things going into places that waste is supposed to come out of... But he'd offered so it had some interesting thoughts associated with it. What if it wasn't bad? What if it was interesting? What if she liked it? There were a lot of possibilities and if she was having a great number of experiences today she might as well see what a few more were like, right? "Down... trying something new today. Thinking about the consequences later," yes, Meron was still thinking about an immediate amount of satiation and less about the consequences of her actions.

[Bloodedge]

It seemed consideration of consequences was something frequently abandoned by drunken minds. When given two additional options, she did a bit more than just confirm her inexperience. She looked down at his groin while commenting on the pain she imagined one of two methods would present. Furthermore, she called it something... dirty. Ah, right. Humans had the innate issue of producing waste from what more stable creatures accepted as mana receivers. In Meron's case however, he believed she could already be considered well beyond such a strange limitation. That part wasn't worth the complexity of addressing, but perhaps he could do so in an indirect manner. "You might be too negative. It shouldn't be bad at all, if you accept it fully. Even better if you want it," he explained.

Albertus knew his words were most likely taken as meaning no pain had to come Meron's way. That remained true, but in actuality, any desire she had to use her additional hole for mana absorption would negate that lesser need. Considering she was willing to try something new regardless, there was only one extra step needed. "You trust me?" Albertus questioned. Divine entities such as he required only a bit of faith, and miracles could rain from above. In this case, something a bit simpler would surely occur. With that question on the proverbial table, Albertus took another step toward Meron. "For what it's worth, I'll give you a minute to set yourself up however you like. That's something you people worry about, right?"

[Apollymi]

Meron made known her misgivings about the potentials of their continued sexual encounter. According to Albertus she might have been thinking about it a bit too negatively. That was of course, the story of her life, if one asked her friends. it was pretty normal for her to be this way, and it wasn't exactly a big deal to her that she likely had a bit of a pessimistic thought pattern. Though she was obviously getting over that piece by piece, she'd chosen to take Albertus' words a very specific way. Obviously, this whole sex in bums things was a matter of mind. If she accepted it or wanted it, it could be more enjoyable. She could do that, at the very least she could see what it was like before deciding if she hated it or not. "You aren't the first person to tell me I think negatively...." she mused seeming to find humor in the statement.

Even so, she'd soon be asked if she trusted the man she was currently engaged with. What a strange question to hear so directly, she laughed at the assertion initially because it was almost ridiculous as a thing to ask. "Gomen, gomen, it's just a weird question to hear. From a man, I picked up at a bar, who is in my house, who has been inside me...." she said. There were several distinct layers of trust in their situation which she couldn't have done anything about regardless of how she might have felt initially. "Yes, I trust you..." she mentioned in a more official manner. She likely trusted this man more than she should but that would be fine right? Ah, and it was faith well placed, given he'd allow her to chose how she'd be taking on this very new experience. So what would she choose. Well, given what she knew of sex, it'd likely be easiest reached in one position and if she took it in this case, she'd also be given enough physical space to try and relax. So she took that position. Her bottom up in the air a few pillows piled under and around her chest so she could feel more comfortable. Her own knees up towards her chest, as she worked through the fact that she'd be accepting a rather massive cock in her rear. Yep, it was all in her own mind... Her hips were swaying gently as she waited. "Does this work?" she asked seemingly rather suddenly shy about the entirely of the situation.

[Bloodedge]

It came as no surprise that others previously warned Meron against her negativity. Each time something new cropped up, she seemed to meet it with questioning before excitement. That was an acceptable way to live, he supposed, but no way to really have a life. It wasn't a thing of major importance at the time, but still worth a mental note or two. At the very least, acceptance came eventually, and with that, there seemed to be some amount of perceivable excitement. "Hopefully I'll be the last. I'll drink to that," he commented, though sadly there was nothing to actually drink.

Albertus was a random male Meron met in a bar. They danced, they explored one another in her vehicle, he wound up in her house and fully inside her body over the course of a night. In all fairness, he was probably the last person she should be trusting... though she obviously trusted him a great deal already. She went on to confirm this verbally, after laughing at the question itself. Now that he thought about it, that was never a very good question in the first place, was it? "Huh, I guess there is all that stuff. Well... a little trust is all we need," he stated.

With Meron being offered a choice of comfortable position, she chose... what may have been the worst option for a beginner, as humans were concerned. She turned around and presented her backside, which was something even Albertus knew to be a call for deeper penetration. Considering her worry of pain, he'd have expected her to take more control over the depth as a whole... but alas, she did the opposite. The curve of her backside was so very intense, the call for deep penetration was almost audible. A few mana transfers had already occurred between them. It went to such extent that their loins and otherwise would soon resonate with each other, which Albertus already felt as he gazed upon Meron's second opening. Of course, Albertus once again felt the call of something else as well. There was so much to take hold of, he instinctively found both hands upon her rear while the full length of his member rubbed along the space betwixt her cheeks. "Oh it works alright. Maybe too well," he said while feeling that supernatural pulse demanding that he make offering. Multiple times did he rub against Meron's anus before his movements took a more prodding quality, the tip of him pressing against her opening and spreading it ever so slowly.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he'd drink to being the last person to have to tell Meron she thought negatively. How interesting. She was quite sure her attitude had taken a bit of a casual upturn since meeting him. She couldn't say for certain he'd be the last person to tell her such a thing, but it was seeming more and more likely by the second. "I'm sure you'll get to drink to it eventually," she said while giving a casual giggle.

Ah but there was much more than that to consider now as well. There was the matter of her trust of his person and he seemed to understand enough why that question was so strange to her. Well at least it was a little funny, but if only a little trust was all that was needed he definitely had a great deal more than that. Alone in a house with a woman after only meeting her a few hours prior was likely one of the most trusting positions a singular male could find himself in, and she was sure she didn't mind it being him. And beyond that there was the matter of their coming connection.

After taking the position she wished, (not realizing any potential negatives) she found herself waiting anxiously for him to join her. What did he have to say to her question? It worked well, perhaps too well? Hm, that was an interesting thought as he took hold of her cheeks and began to rub himself betwixt them. He did a fairly decent job of build anticipation for her, without even knowing that is how she was taking such a thing. Eventually that rubbing would lead to prodding and by the time it did she was mentally more than ready to move on to the next step. She wasn't rushing but it just seemed like time was passing so slowly for her. That gentle prodding at her rear was something she experienced with wide eyes initially as he prodded at her rear hole with a thickness her body hadn't ever known in such a way. That first moment of spread which came with prodding was one which reminded her of her current needed mentality. Accept it. Want it. She could do the first without issue, the second was following with the introduction of a new kind of pressure her mind wouldn't quite wrap itself around.

[Bloodedge]

"I'm sure I will too," Albertus mused. He'd realistically drink to anything and everything, even to drinking itself. He'd even drink to the idea of trust, which had officially been established over the course of this night. There was a certain amount of exhilaration that came with having the faith of a very random human who knew nothing of his status as an existence.

Never had Albertus expected to feel the call of creation toward a human with no magical ability to speak of. Once more, he wondered if perhaps Meron was the other half of his reincarnation. There remained a chance that she was, though there also remained a chance that such an individual was halfway across the planet. In fact, there remained the possibility that his other half hadn't been born into this era yet. None of that mattered enough to be a determining factor in Albertus' current agenda. Time passed slowly for more than just Meron; Albertus himself saw ages pass by the time prodding began. That pressure Meron felt would only grow with time, and the same would be true of a pressure on Albertus' end. Humans were so different. Insertion was something Albertus found difficult, but instead of something akin to a stabbing, it was... a wedging? Yes, that seemed about right. Time and time again, he pushed forward just slightly. Only the most miniscule advancement was made each time, until one brilliant moment breached the barrier of Meron's backdoor. At such a time, there was certain forward progress, slow yet unimpeded in contrast to the earlier gradual battering. Albertus had gone past the point of knocking on a door, and had evolved fully to traversing a deep cave.

[Apollymi]

An agreement to drink in the future was something to be expected between this pair of individuals. At this point in their relationship, Meron could easily see them remaining friends with romance on or off the table and it not having any real effect on the way they dealt with each other. Here and now though, she was wondering if she was missing out on things in life she wondered if he'd managed to as well. He didn't seem to really understand a simple desire to have sex without the inbuilt desire to create which wasn't something she understood at all. In her opinion creation was an aftereffect of feeling a bit lusty.

Speaking of lusty, there was probably no greater showing of lust-filled behavior than what was currently taking place for Meron. She had no reason to think she should allow this man entrance into her rear. It served no creative purpose and it wasn't something she was simply set up to like. Even so, it seemed that it wasn't something she could find herself disliking presently. Actually, with each prodding motion it became something she could like a bit more. That pressure at her bottom was previously unknown to her, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. And it would only become relieving as the door was finally breached so to speak. A gentle exhaled happened as that pressure gave way to something like heat and she managed to relax against her pillows as he began pushing his way further forward. 'Yes, I can do this~' she had that thought and it became that much easier. 'I might like it...' she mused more than that. Ah, what a difference a shift in attitude could make. That pressure filled from one end could be taken at face value as something both new and exciting. She couldn't say she disliked this sensation and once the build up started she was quite sure she'd properly like it. Her body seemed to adjust easily enough, inside seemed to pulse with a certain invitation to delve deeper. She probably shouldn't like that as much as she did, but she couldn't say the sensation was anything to shake a stick at.

[Bloodedge]

It took only a few moments for Albertus to realize something was... very different about this experience. Humans seemed to offer a certain amount of resistance to insertion despite any present willingness, whereas Creators met even this form of penetration with great ease. Strangely enough, Albertus seemed to prefer this resistance he was feeling. There was difficulty, but the moments immediately following struggle were filled with the firmest embrace. He felt as if he couldn't free himself of her clutches if he wanted to... not that he wanted to.

Naturally, Albertus had a bit of commentary to offer as he continued to push deeper and deeper into Meron's rear. After all, how could he not? This was all so very new to him, even while being familiar at its core, he had to share the joy of it. "Wow. I don't think pulling out is an option this time. I might be stuck here," he commented. Soon, very soon, he'd reach an unquestionable point of no return. Albertus' cock lodged itself in the human woman with a fit so very snug, thrusting would prove difficult. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from trying; it could only hold him to a slow and steady pace upon finally settling in. That much was necessary when considering the sheer friction presented by every little movement. Every push forward was like being further locked into place, and every attempted pull back was a tug he likened to escaping Jupiter in the past. Were all humans designed this way? He wasn't sure, but if they were, the Creators had been missing a prime opportunity.

[Apollymi]

Unlike Albertus, Meron expected a certain amount of natural friction and resistance. There was hardly anything that could be done about it, considering how very unused such orifices were on her person. Regardless, she couldn't say she disliked the building tension of the situation either, especially not when it finally overflowed and reached a point of relaxation for her. In a moment like this, it seemed Albertus was keen to speak once more. He claimed he didn't believe pulling out was an option this time, which Meron strangely took as praise. "Hm, well, I don't think pulling out will be necessary. There are worse places to end up stuck after all~" she mused seeming to find the whole thing rather interesting.

As true progress began, a slow and steady pacing was seemingly demanded by both people. The natural inclination of the body of both these individuals had her hips only moving gently against him as he pushed forward into the depths from this very different angle. There was heat, tension and an extreme bit of pressure. She could for her own part, definitely understand how this position could accomplish the goal of helping her achieve orgasm, and she imagined the rather tight squeeze being something that Albertus could enjoy as well. Given this she let herself fall further and further to this new sort of debauchery. And it wouldn't take long at all for the gentle notes and noises to begin to escape her lips. After all, it felt rather nice for him to be buried within her depths this way, it was far from unpleasant now that it was finally there, she could go along with it, until the pressure became too much for her, and eventually spilled over with the moisture from her loins into a deep pressure orgasm which left her clamped around his tool as if she didn't ever intend for him to extract it again.

[Bloodedge]

If it was somehow Meron's intention to ensure he was never extracted again, her body was certainly responding favorably to the desire. The longer this lasted, the farther away a future in which he could easily remove himself became. As different as Creators and humans were in these moments, Albertus had come to notice a stark similarity as well. This hole meant originally to do nothing but receive mana, was acting on its primary purpose. The more time passed, the more he felt ensnared and incapable of doing anything but... continuing to push onward.

Yes, her body was trapping him until it received his mana, just as the rear-end of a Creator would even without the latter's magical influence making it so. Or... perhaps Meron did passively utilize some divine ability, only to have it overshadowed completely by the physical wiles of humanity. Albertus couldn't tell, and he wouldn't be focusing on the difference either. No, he was far too busy losing all sense of reason, his hips moving of their own accord. He was well and truly stuck by his own approximation, and yet he didn't seem to mind the thought at all. "I wouldn't wanna be stuck anywhere else in this world; at least not of the places I've been so far. Now... is it just me, or are you trying to squeeze me dry over here? Careful, or you'll get more than what you're asking for~" he warned, knowing the mana he produced was considered excessive when translated to human ejaculatory fluids.

[Apollymi]

And on it went. This man's push forward into her rear was far from something umpleasant to Meron. She might have been a bit more worried about that sort of thing, but she could easily blame it on feeling both drunk and adventurous. Trust went a long way for humans, perhaps simply trusting this man with her pleasure was enough for her to not experience any negative consequences.

Whatever the case, that first gentle sound left her mouth and then Albertus was speaking once more. He'd rather not be stuck anywhere else? What a compliment. According to this man she was trying to squeeze him dry and she should be careful as she'd get more than what she was asking for. A gentle sigh passed between her lips as she gave consideration to those words and felt the strange amount of pressure in her nether from the opposing side. "I am not sure what I'm asking for... but you should be nice and give it to me~" she teased slightly. Of course, they'd been through the gambit of forbidden things this afternoon, she was far from arguing this minor point over a great number of the others she'd simply let slide up to this point. She continued that clenching of her rear seeming to happen at higher frequencies until the pressure of her fore hit fever pitch and she overfilled from her own loins and this man's movements in her rear. Definitely something she'd try again.

[Bloodedge]

Just as Meron considered this something she'd try again, Albertus thought much the same. This was no new activity for him per se, but the feeling of it all was something previously unknown even to such an ancient Creator. He could be brought to his end without so much as an inkling of magic, and he'd be well beyond satisfied about it. In fact, though Meron wasn't entirely sure what she was 'asking' for, it seemed that was her preferred outcome as well. How could he do anything but oblige when the outcome was desirable for both of them?

Albertus had been building to something great since moments earlier when Meron was carried in his arms. This little turn of events was only the final stretch for him as a result. "Well since you asked so nicely, even if you don't know what it is... I've got plenty for you," he commented. Albertus had already begun throbbing, even swelling within Meron's rear. His end had been quickly approaching all along, and continued to do so until finally, there was no room left for restraint. It seemed thrusting into confined spaces like this was a surefire way to complete a mana transfer with some haste. In only a short while, there was a small amount of vigor. He wasn't furiously thrusting or anything of the sort, nor were his movements carrying him very far. Instead, he remained deep within Meron's body, his movements more akin to a... pumping in a way. That pumping would eventually become something far more literal, as each future buck of his hips became a movement which caused his seed to spill. Ever the smooth operator, Albertus appeared to lose his composure quite easily in such a moment. Breath passed from lungs to mouth welling up in his throat along the way to produce something audible. From the sound of things, he didn't even know what he was feeling... but it was obviously something of great interest. That noise which could somehow be called a moan continued for as long as his cock did squirt its essence into the confines of Meron's body. All the while, his own body seemed to become less and less responsive to the decisions of his mind. . .

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus, Meron had asked nicely and would thus being receiving what she asked for. It just so happened that what she asked for was actually his seed, pumped into her rear by his own machinations as she moaned her own content. Of course, each additional movement and the added pressure of his emptying tool was something she'd not expected to feel so pleasant. Even so, it felt amazing and hot and she couldn't help the further pulses which left her loins. She found herself wiggling against him and shivering her own pleasure.

Why he moved like this, she didn't know. But she was certain it was absolutely amazing as a feeling. Somehow she felt more drunk than she did when she first started this particular endeavor. She wasn't sure why she felt this way, perhaps all that drinking was finally catching up to her. Her mouth opening for just a moment she'd be seen biting down on her pillow before her body reached supreme relaxation. "That's pretty good~" she mused seemingly satisfied. How had she ever ended up in such a situation? She couldn't have known, even so, she couldn't say she disliked it at all. Even if this ended in a new life somewhere down the line, it was far from the worst way she could have spent an evening.

[Bloodedge]

In the aftermath of all that strange pumping and the filling of Meron's rear, Albertus found himself incapable of functioning to any normal capacity. The bones in his legs were suddenly made of jam, or something of the sort. Did humans deal with this sort of thing every time they copulated? He definitely hadn't expelled that much mana. Ah, but it wasn't a bad sort of feeling he experienced either. His legs wouldn't respond as he would normally want them to, but it was... relaxing.

With this newfound relaxation, Albertus was soon found with his weight bearing down on Meron from behind. His breathing had become labored, and it seemed he was on his way farther down, toward the mattress at Meron's side. In doing so however, he left an arm hooked around the woman as if he meant to pull her down with him. It was still Albertus' intention to take rest while he remained within Meron's body; he hadn't forgotten that part at all. It didn't matter what hole he was in, nor did it matter how long humans slept. He'd abandon consciousness whenever Meron lost it, even remaining firm within the woman's bum all the while. "I'm not sure 'pretty good' really covers it. That was awesome!" he exclaimed. Truly, this had all been very new to Albertus. How many more new things would he discover over time? How many would be shown to him by one Kujaku Meron? Time would tell, surely, but he was excited to see the future regardless.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus, Meron's words about this situation were a bit muted. If one asked her, he was far too excitable as an individual. Granted, she could appreciate his excitability as a person and it was infectious she still found it amusing. Still, she found herself relaxing in the afterglow and this man hadn't removed himself from her person. Instead he collapsed into her person and bed as if to find comfort. Did he fully intend to sleep buried within her person. "Awesome, is a bit extreme, but I guess it was pretty awesome~" she mused. She supposed if he did, she didn't have to worry about anything negative happening. He definitely wasn't planning to sneak off. Perhaps that was for the best, it'd be a shame if this man turned out to be some drunken fever dream of hers.

Whatever the case, she found herself drifting off to sleep with an arm slumped around her and a man buried inside of her. Such sleep came much easier than normal, and whenever she finally woke she'd be reasonably well-rested if not a bit hungover.

[Bloodedge]

Extreme. Apparently, that was how Meron considered his assertion. It was a notion she seemed to frequently apply to things he said and/or did. He didn't particularly mind it; that was something he'd simply come to expect. Extraordinary feats ran in the family, even in old times among other Creators. Those were times very far in the past now, but the weight of such things could only become greater in a world devoid of both magic and the presence of deities.

It was only when Meron fell asleep that Albertus allowed himself to do the same. Connected as they were, he was able to essentially put himself into rest mode on a timer. When Meron's mana became active during her moments of waking, his own would lose the calmness of rest as well. Of course, he did have an open link directly to Meron all the while. If she were to dream, it would be one he shared while having a second-hand feel for how the mana coalesced within her body. Well... that was something else new for him, wasn't it?

[Apollymi]

Meron spent a night sleeping, plagued by odd dreams and odder sensations. One might have thought it was simply the matter of mana and a sensation she didn't understand. But oddly enough, it wasn't the mana and its settling within her person which seemed to eat away at her. Instead it would be the sensation of a fully erect man buried within her rear for the duration of the night which would stir her occasionally. It was a strange thing to consider, but he truly was extraordinary for his ability to do this sort of thing, and every once in a while a stirring motion or movement would cause her to realize the connection and comfortably settle back into sleep. The sensation of her mana was something entirely unknown to her and it wouldn't be until the early afternoon of the next day that she'd actually bother opening her eyes and trying to get her life together and likely failing at it.

"Ugh, what kind of night was that..." she mumbled to herself as she aimed to stretch and remembered that there was someone else occupying her bed as well, warm and taking up space next to her. Strange, she sort of fully expected this man to disappear.

[Bloodedge]

Humans did not sleep for very long at all, as Albertus was soon to learn. It was only a matter of hours before Meron's mana began moving, which caused Albertus to stir as well. His waking was an easy one. The swirling of mana was something he sorely missed. Surely none would have anything to say if he basked in it for a moment. Oh? Well, it seemed Meron did have something to say about... something. Specifically, she commented on the previous night while stretching in such a way as to move his shaft about within her. He hadn't expected movement so soon after a mortal slept.

"I'm pretty sure we already decided it was the awesome kind," he commented. With that, Albertus propped himself up on one elbow, the other arm still slung around the woman's midsection. There wasn't a single sign that he'd been asleep mere moments before, but... it wasn't as if he needed something like sleep anyway. "You didn't go changing your mind, did you?"

[Apollymi]

Another groan escaped Meron. Yes, humans didn't sleep very long in the grand scheme of things but it was long enough for Meron. A quick shift of her gaze, and Meron was confronted by a sight many would never see. Albertus looking as happy as when she'd met him, as if he'd not spent the entire night drinking. He was quippy, attractive and still, buried within her body. And what was this he was saying? They'd decided last night it was awesome? That sounded somewhat familiar but there were more pressing things to discuss. "Last night is done. Now we are on how unfair it is that you manage to wake up in godly fashion while the rest of us can't get our lives together..." she griped. She had to look horrific. She probably smelled gross. She probably felt gross, but she did like waking up in this man's arm space.

"It really isn't fair," she groaned. She felt strange. Perhaps it had something to do with all the drinking she'd done the might before. "Still, I guess last night was still pretty awesome..." she said her complaints mostly finished already.

[Bloodedge]

Of all the things Meron could have said, she pointed out an alleged unfairness regarding his state of waking. The rest of them couldn't get their lives together, she said. In Albertus' opinion, she hadn't a clue what she was talking about. "Huh?" he muttered. Upon propping himself up, Albertus had a gander at the state Meron was in. Was there something to human waking he didn't understand? If there was, he certainly wasn't going to be seeing it in her. "Who's 'the rest of us' exactly? You don't seem to be struggling to do anything~"

Well, maybe Meron's inability to see the ethereal glow of magical energy was at fault for her state of mind. Albertus couldn't tell. What he could tell, was that there was no need to 'get her life together' or anything of the sort. Whatever the case, they agreed on one thing. "Of course it was awesome! That was just the start, and the beginning's always the best! So, what's the next thing?" he wondered.