Charles Patricius

"It is you, so of course," Mugen stated. What Martha felt was her own soul's growth, which one should never stop unless they wished to become an abomination. She'd be something marvelous quite soon. Actually... she was something marvelous already, and it would be proved here and now. Nothing orthodox would come of the current position. Once she'd straddled him successfully, Martha made a single demand: hands. Interested as he was, Mugen wouldn't be turning down a single suggestion or demand the woman made. As such, his hands were offered as support of some sort while Martha leaned back on the water's surface. She certainly had the look of an Angel of old, the way her hair and yukata appeared to be floating around her person. Ah, that wasn't all. The saint's legs were slung over his shoulders. Legs and arms were used to piston the woman's entire body atop him while giving Mugen a full frontal view of her form. How interesting. "Oho─? You must really want a new pair of chopsticks. This is intriguing," he commented absently. "Anything else, Ryu-jin-sen-sei~?"

Charlemagne had yet to lose stiffness. At the current rate, he wouldn't be rid of it for a very long time ─ maybe forever. Each day since arriving at Munetsuchi, he learned why Sakura had to be the 'temptress' mentioned by that crazy old man. She required so little effort to make him hard as steel, and even her innocent little tests just made things worse... or rather, better. For some reason, he even found her brazen staring appealing ─ as he kept eyes on Sakura as well. It hardly took much time for Charlemagne to feel that oh so familiar tingle building up again. It was such a frightening thing that he still mentally equated to an ending ─ though recent occurrences had proved otherwise multiple times over. "Hngh! This is... pretty dangerous. Didn't think I'd be here again so soon, but. . ."

It was her? Well, she supposed that made a reasonable bit of sense. Everything the Sex Devil had said implied that the state of her existence was evolving beyond what she would have understood. At the same time, she seemed to be easily walking towards such an advancement without any regrets. Such was a good way to be born into this world... well that was a truer thought that she could have realized. Still her body was rotated and she was soon given the hands she asked for so she could begin using Mugen to piston her own body around as she wished. He claimed that she was really working for those chopsticks. "I... just thought it'd be fun," she managed redness coming to that face of hers, which was not caused at all by the heat of the water. "Still if it gets me chopsticks, it's fine," she managed. She was still Japanese enough to be a bit embarrassed about forgetting something so recently said for the sake of just having fun. What was more, he asked her if there was anything else, and even called her Ryujin-sensei once more. Her eyes widened... she shouldn't like that as much as she seemed to. Whatever the case there was one more thing... "Move, resistance will add friction," that was it. Just the instruction while she used her legs to move herself up and down his manhood. Tight though it was, it would lack aggression until it was added. This man seemed to like his aggression and she'd put that to use.

Meanwhile, Charles was being pushed towards orgasm while realizing how accurately the crazy man in the prison had described his future. Sakura was not trying to tempt him, most of her actions were innocent in her own mind. Even so, that didn't stop what was happening. Sakura found his reactions fun to gauge and thought him oddly expressive, as such she kept watch of him even as he struggled. As that tingle occurred she also felt something similar and easily found herself withdrawing to respond while allowing her tongue to continue teasing his erection. "I don't think it's dangerous. And it's not very soon... you can let it go whenever you're ready~" she said happily. Ah, she'd also began swallowing him again, the tightness of her throat constricting around him as her tongue tranced the underside of him. She also wouldn't be taking her eyes off him, she'd meet his gaze and watch as he finished, it would be so interesting to Sakura, she could hardly wait!

It seemed Martha wasn't consciously working toward those chopsticks at all. If Mugen had to take a guess, he'd say it was no longer in her active memory. It wasn't much of a guess. It didn't take critical thinking or divination to determine, as Martha's expression alone made things more than obvious. "Nothing, eh? No need to worry. I'm a man of my word," Mugen admitted. She'd have her chopsticks and much more at this rate. Ah, but what of Martha's next request? It was another demand. She wanted the demon to move, and she would be getting just that. He selected a moment in which Martha pulled away from him, to do the same. By the time she returned, he was thrusting. The waves of this hot spring obviously needed to be intensified, so he made sure there was a bit more motion created. There was no shortage of friction already, but Martha hadn't given any reason to doubt as of yet.

According to Sakura, this time period wasn't very soon at all. He'd easily argue, considering how much time passed before his previous release. Perhaps he could blame the newness of an experience? Either way, it was dangerous... in a way. Sakura disagreed; she believed it was just the opposite. Moreover, the girl urged him to let loose whenever he wished. Such an offer came before he disappeared into her throat again ─ as if the licking wasn't enough already. Why was she watching him? Why did he sort of like that? Well, there was barely time for questions. "I don't think there's a lot of choice─!" he warned. It took only a few more seconds for Charlemagne's body to tense as that constant throbbing and swelling intensified greatly. He bore the look of a man recently stabbed, yet somehow in a relieving way? Well, he could only hope this was the final sensation of his life someday. Anyone of any world would be so lucky.

There was no harm done with the slip in Martha's memory. According to the Sex Devil he was a man of his word so he'd do what he claimed. She could reasonably assume this to be true given his actions so far. In fact, he was even allowing her the more demanding things she asked for seemed to be acquiesced to. In fact, her notation for movement was immediately met by an opposing set of movements. Waves rocked this pool of hot water, causing her to slosh around in the water. She was floating and now being railed, actually... she was having a pretty good time already. And that tingling sensation was evolving... or rather it'd never gone anywhere and now she was more aware of it, Their bodies separated and met at sync'd up intervals and she found herself being rocked and Mugen being buried in her depths before pulling away. An exhale escaped her and it was like blue mist tinged with magic. "Oh? That's weird..." she had the thought in passing but it didn't stop her from continuing her motions. After all she was chasing a certain sensation and the current posture of her body left her filled and working towards satisfaction. Magical transformation was a secondary thought process.

While one experienced oddity, one was claiming an inevitability. Charles didn't seem capable of resisting and there was the fact that Sakura didn't want him to either. She'd told him he could finish as he liked and soon after her throat graced his girth she found herself being filled in a very direct manner. Moreover she managed an orgasm of her own throught he contact. Her lower body tightened as she experienced a sensation she quiet enjoyed. Beyond that her face flushed a great deal more and she watched as Charles appeared to be in pain but then so relieved. It was a nice thing to see. Perhaps this was how people were when their desires were met, "Oh? What an interesting face!~" she exclaimed seemingly quite pleased. And now with a belly full of extra power she could also do the things she'd wanted to do before. In fact she had an even better idea now. "Oh! I know what to do now!" she exclaimed and rather suddenly the place they were standing started to shift around them. Deposits of mana left by Charles began to disappear and the structure within the box began to change, expand and fill itself with various things.

The third leg of a journey was underway. As Martha moved herself and Mugen joined, there was a phenomenon seen by very few throughout history. Or perhaps... this was the first time it would be seen? Mugen could hardly tell at this point, but that mist passing her lips was something he knew the identity of. Martha called it weird, while Mugen seemed even more excited. What an incredible sign that was. If the grin on his face didn't show that he had a different opinion on the occurrence, surely the intense throbbing within the woman would. "I wouldn't call it that. That... is something revolutionary. It's even better than I thought," he mused.

Charlemagne was done for. He spilled directly into Sakura's throat with seemingly reckless abandon. Despite the ferocity, his visage didn't hint at anything more than a... partial accident, as it were. What more could happen now? Charlemagne had obviously seen and felt it all. He could do nothing but lean against the carriage door, heaving and watching Sakura have an epiphany of some sort. She knew what to do now, apparently. Charles was already rather wobbly ─ now he was stumbling back again as the carriage interior expanded to lengths he couldn't anticipate. He definitely wasn't expecting this. "A little warning!" Charlemagne shouted as he bobbled back and forth. How large was the carriage going to become? What did Sakura need with all this space? Well, perhaps he'd be finding out when the room wasn't literally moving all over. This wasn't how drunkenness was supposed to go. . .

Martha was in the middle of a very interesting shift in existence. Though she didn't fully understand it, she was at least observant enough to know what was going on with her own form she recognized it as her. Of course, the Sex Devil also noticed but he seemed to be rather excited about it. He called what was happening revolutionary, "Is it? I kinda just feel like I'm going to explode inside," she mentioned. "I won't be stopping to deal with it,~" she stated as their bodies continued to collide. In truth the build up to this orgasm seemed to be quite intense. She was having a quite the good time that feeling of two bodies meeting for maximum impact, the burning in her thighs and the tightening of her core. Everything was building further and further into a most blissful orgasm which she'd have only a few moments afterwards.

At the same time, Sakura was expanding the space that she and Charles currently occupied. He claimed he wanted warning but she looked at him and shrugged. "Warning? Yeah, I suppose it might be a bit jarring... I just decided what to do..." she said seeming not to think to much about it. "My soul is inactive and everyone's desires seemed to be for different things though there are a few consistencies..." she explained. "But I can make this space bigger and include everything everyone would like and make it a living space for all of us while we are on this adventure," she explained so that the coming changes would be less frightening. First the walls and rooms seemed to be put into place. Bedrooms, bathrooms a weird basement room with no windows. A table appeared in this front room as the mana dispersed. Several more comfortable seats appeared as well as hallways and pathways. A kitchen was being formed along with other things. "Everyone's desires are so interesting..." she explained of her current making progress.

An explosion from within was about what Martha had to deal with soon. Rather, she'd be having to deal with two soon enough. One of them would be more familiar, however. "Ara? That's an interesting coincidence. I was thinking something similar~" the demon joked. He figured Martha wouldn't stop to deal with one pending explosion, but perhaps the other would be just a bit different. Martha moved toward her own orgasm, and with it, came the start of Mugen's nigh-endless flow of mana into her womb. He obviously didn't care if the entire spring became saturated with his energy. In fact, as he understood it... Martha's energy would have a more direct effect than he would. The first breath was always a special kind of potent.

Sakura 'supposed' this sudden development might be a bit jarring. There were so many words in a single sentence that Charlemagne wanted to call out, but he was quite busy trying to keep stable. "Did you decide to make me throw up?! It feels like that's what you decided!" he responded. It wasn't easy at all to stabilize. As he continued the attempt, Sakura explained the convoluted desires of their journey's members and how they could be met by expanding the carriage. It started looking more like they were inside a mansion. There was even a table that looked markedly perfect for some desires Charlemagne had earlier, right in the room they currently occupied. Finally, everything stopped moving so Charlemagne could stop wobbling all over the place. "Ugh. That... was a trip. Did that have to happen all at once?"

An explosion from within would be a specifically related to the Sex Devil at least initially. It seemed their continued movements would lead to the man deciding to explode within her as well. She didn't mind this... in fact it felt needed. The start of his constant seed pumping seemed to be feeding into something. Her own orgasm made her feel as if something was unfolding inside of her. As her mouth opened she moaned her content her body seeming to be squeezing the life out of the man who was currently railing her and beyond that the light energy she'd once exhaled seemed to be building up be something spectacular. If nothing else it felt as if something was unfurling inside her person. Her finger tips were tingling, her toes were as well. Martha's core was tightening but also seeming to be expanding within her body. She couldn't say she understood what was happening but something far beyond her mortal understanding was taking place. "Aaah♥!~" that last exhale took place as a light overtook her entire form, and that of the hotspring. A wash in energy which would feel rejuvenating but also full of something... indescribable.

Just as indescribable was the strangeness of Charles during Sakura's creation. He claimed that she was going to make him throw up, that didn't make sense. "What is throwing up?" she asked legitimately curious. His lack of stabilization could only last so long and by the time he found his legs, she'd already folded this entire mansion into the inside of this carriage. She'd enforced it quite a bit to hold the dimensions and basically reconfigured it so the carriage itself was a door to the entire space of the mansion and... everything within it. "There. everyone has what they want now," she mused. As for if it had to happen all that once, "Well, if I did it in smaller bursts it would take longer. Besides, making all of it at once means I wouldn't forget anything," she said seeming to not understand why someone would want to do this piece by piece.

Mugen wasn't going to stop pumping his essence into the saint until the entire spring was polluted with his mana. Of course, that would be the case so long as Martha couldn't metabolize it all, but... Martha wasn't going to be the same in a matter of moments. Even as she tightened around his rod, she was erupting from within ─ conveniently while he was erupting within her. Well, Mugen understood this to be a positive. She would become something far beyond mortal comprehension, and having an excess of additional mana during such transitions could only be a boon. Furthermore, her transition seemed to engulf not only herself, but the hot spring around them as well. It was his own fabrication, but it seemed... the hot spring would not be solely connected to Mugen henceforth. "Well, that's... even more interesting," he mused.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne was receiving yet another unusual question from Sakura. She didn't know what throwing up was? Well, that was starting to make sense rather quickly. For all that spinning and wobbling, Charlemagne never felt so much as a tingle in his throat. Perhaps there was some understanding to be gained from this. "Throwing up is... something I weirdly don't have to do anymore. It's a sign of sickness, where everything in your stomach gets shot out of your mouth. It's gross, and... probably some human mana incompetency, huh?" he wondered, managing to make use of that 'Spark of Wisdom' thing for once. Now that he wasn't fretting over simple things, perhaps he'd keep some consistency with it. On the other side, it seemed Sakura's inactive soul urges did nothing for her sense of efficiency. "Well yeah... it would take longer. It'd also help people who have no idea what's going on avoid freaking out over what's happening. Again... warnings are nice─"

Martha wasn't going to be the same. Yes, that was very true... in fact she probably hadn't been the same in quite a few moments already, but the longer this went on the more she realized she was also very much the same. That pumping within her body and the influx of fluids seemed to be running its course. It was being allowed to fuel the burning and exploding sensation within her person, not metabolize it and put it to use, but burn it like fuel as her finger tips began to glow. Her eyes closed for just a moment and it felt like the whole of her body was shifting and becoming something different after the orgasm she was just experiencing. An explosion of that energy finally lashed outwards, washing over everything around her, the entirety of this place and herself. But when she opened her eyes... and began to shift under the water's surface she was still physically speaking the same. That explosion within herself had all but settled and her shell remained what it had been. A buxom and violet haired young woman with taunt musculature and a figure to die for, sharp eyes and flowing locks. "Oh? That was interesting... I feel lighter~" she mused not knowing exactly what happened but knowing that she felt but great regardless.

Speaking of strange, Sakura was being told some rather interesting things. Apparently throwing up was something humans did when they were sick, where they ejected the contents of their stomachs out of their mouths. That really did sound gross, but apparently Charles had an idea about why it happened. According to him it was something which was attributed to mana related incompetency. "Hm, that sounds about right. All orifices are for taking things in, so the idea of throwing up is odd as you describe it," she said thoughtfully. "Though I suppose if you didn't know how to get rid of mana you couldn't metabolize it and you don't know how to get rid of it in a more stable way that makes sense," she expressed. Ah but what didn't make sense to Charles was apparently her decided upon efficiency versus what happened before his very eyes. "Protect human mental stability by offering warnings of ongoing actions which may break their understanding of world mechanics... okay. I can do that..." she murmured. She was trying to learn certain things but figuring out how to deal with humans being surprised by things she thought were normal was a bit different. "Still, everything you guys want is here... even though I don't understand some of the things here," she said having made a much of things work the way people remembered or desired them working without having any idea about the objects themselves.