Charles Patricius

Finally back to the stage, Dreameater was also right back to skating a circle around it. The song wasn't quite over, despite being at the end of its final verse. No, Dreameater had a need ─ a need to really wow the audience with one final, strong chorus. He'd physically deliver it just as he did originally, albeit backwards. His voice, however... well, he was still making a point.

"TO STAND OUT!♪ ABOVE THE CROOOWD~♪
EVEN IF I GOTTA SHOUT OUT LOUD!♪
TILL MINE IS THE ON-LY FACE YOU SEE~♪
GONNA... STAND OUT... STAAA-AAA-AAAND OUT, YEAH!
STAND OUT!♪ ABOVE THE CROOOWD~♪
EVEN IF I GOTTA SHOUT OUT LOUD!♪
TILL MINE IS THE ON-LY FACE YOU SEE~♪
GONNA STAAAAAAAAND OUT... TILL YOU NO-OTICE ME~♫"

One final strum of Dreameater's guitar occurred. In that same instant, dozens of multicolor fireworks burst all in unison. The fourth song was at its end. How would he top it with so many left to go? Could he top it? Time would tell, but the concert would continue uninterrupted for a full two-hour block of time. In that same two hours, much would be happening elsewhere. . .

The concert and its applied happiness would continue on for quite a while yet. In the meantime, there was a certain beach house containing three people which was nearing an end to one particular journey. Sakura had been enjoying herself quite a bit, bent over with her arms cuffed behind her back as they were, being railed. It was quite the experience and one she'd not gotten on Gaia since being here. That wasn't to say she'd not had some enjoyable sexual experiences, even ones in which she was physically dominated. Even so, this was something else entirely and was to be savored in its own right as a stand alone type of experience. Credit was to be given to Hiruko for managing something many could not, impregnating a goddess and getting her to the point of forgetting her initial plans when starting something. It wasn't often that one like Sakura managed to forget something important like the reason she started an endeavor. Even so, she kept up her own movements. That constant wiggling of her hips seemed to be chaotic in nature, like all she was seeking was the meeting of flesh and that slick and musical sound that came from constant pounding. "Hirrun♥~" she moaned while turning her head up to look up and into his face. Her own completely reddened and her tongue crossing her lips before she managed any other speech. "What are you doing to me?~ I feel like I forgot something~" she mentioned not knowing at all how she managed something like that. Rare was it for things to go missing from a mind like Sakura's but all the feelings her body and soul were receiving she couldn't quite place it.

Hiruko could claim the strangest mark of success as he continued to batter Sakura's backside with his pelvis, doing the same to the end of her womb with those long, forceful strokes. She'd forgotten something? How strange. Sakura seemed to be the brainy type who had a photographic memory and a very organized mind, so of course... he could claim that as an absolute victory. Sadly for Shota, it only marked a greater loss for him. He was witnessing the type of mental break he'd been pushing for, but... again, it had to be a test run, right? He and Hiruko thought the exact opposite upon seeing that reddened face. "Yare yare. You can't just go forgetting the plan, Sakucchi ─ it was your idea. I think that sort of negligence is grounds for punishment in these cases," he said while grabbing Sakura by the hair.

In the following moments, Hiruko would be removing himself from the lass, stepping away from the couch and pulling Sakura by the hair. In doing so, he'd ensure her head was turned toward Shota. Perhaps a quick glance in his direction would jog her memory. "I've got one. Get on your knees and use your mouth until you remember. Do a good job, and we'll see about making you forget... well, everything♥~"

It was indeed quite the feat to make Sakura forget anything. Technically speaking it was also a feat to get her to emote or try her hand at seduction. Hiruko was winning a gambit he might not even know fully existed. Ah, but after mentioning her current thought process or rather the missing one, Sakura found herself being exited by Hiruko. It was an interesting sensation beyond much else and almost as satisfying as the first entry had been. She couldn't go forgetting a plan because it was hers? Yeah, that did sound pretty familiar but she wasn't given a lot of time to focus on it, as she was moved around by her hair, a warm tingling sensation spreading across her scalp. She squealed excitedly as she was turned around, "Ayyye♥!~" that pleased sound tampering off immediately as Kakihara Shota made his way into her vision. Right, they were cucking him for his audacity. She remembered now, ah, but there was still something more important in front of her.

Actually in more ways than one. Apparently, she was being given a punishment and she was to service Hiruko with her mouth and if she did a good job, he'd reward her by helping her forget, everything. Sakura's brows drew together in genuine confusion. 'I don't think humans truly understand the concept of punishment. Ask about that later...' she thought still, she wouldn't ever turn down a few meal and with her hands still locked behind her, she supposed she'd have to make a bit of extra effort to get everything where it needed to go. "If that's my punishment... I'll do my best, Hirrun♥~" she mentioned. She'd lean forward then, that giant piece of meat before her being treated to lavishing strokes of her tongue from around it's middle up to it's tip. At the glans, she'd grace it with a playful little kiss before she'd open her mouth and begin the process of sucking him in deeper. Without the use of her hands, this was a bit of work and exertion, but knowing the kind of meal that was coming at the end. She didn't mind working for it. 'I really don't see this as a punishment.' she thought happily as she looked up into Hiruko's face with those alluring eyes of hers full of light and offered a wink. She remembered what she was doing but that didn't mean she planned to stop doing this either.

Sakura didn't seem to grasp Hiruko's meaning when he claimed a punishment was in order. She was obviously new to this sort of play; perhaps there was something to learn when exploring from the other side. Whatever the case, that expression Sakura wore was clearly one of confusion. "Ho? You don't get it, huh?" he wondered as a hand landed atop the girl's head. As she licked, kissed and sucked upon his member, Hiruko was able to relax.

Ah, but an actual punishment had to come about at some point, didn't it? She clearly enjoyed what she was doing, whether bound or free. As such, Hiruko placed a finger one-third the way down his shaft before Sakura's lips reached that point. With a smug grin, he went about explaining the next little detail. "There's your stopping point. Don't go past it, or I'll have to... well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. If you get your memory back, maybe there'll be a reward instead♥~" he said teasingly. All the while, Shota was in relative shock. He'd seen Sakura's recent response to hair-pulling, and he couldn't get a grip on what was truly happening. She was vehemently opposed to that sort of thing just a day ago. What could have facilitated a change? He could only wonder. . .

Sakura indeed didn't understand. Of course, it wasn't beyond her notice that he'd relaxed quite a bit as she started to work on his shaft. Hiruko had been quite forthcoming with information so she assumed he'd be clarifying eventually. It was the truth that nothing about servicing someone she enjoyed the taste of seemed like a punishment. And beyond that point as he'd already claimed distaste for things she didn't count as sex she felt there was nothing to worry about. Ah, but there was something, a mark about the third the way up that massive cock was given as her 'stopping' point. He knew already she didn't have such a stopping point naturally and apparently some punishing would come if she crossed said line. Oh, but if she remembered what she'd forgotten she would get a reward instead. So back towards the end of his dick she'd go, so she could flick the tip with her tongue as she spoke. "Sou ka, I mean that almost seems like more a punishment for you than for me, Hirrun♥~" she explained her understanding while going back to stroking his cock with her tongue up to that one point he'd marked.

"Still, I like rewards from you Hirrun... so," she went back to work making sure to stop exactly where he claimed she should. Each movement of her head, came with strokes of tongue and lavished suction as applied by her mouth. She'd prefer someone buried in the depths of her throat, but this could be considered low impact. She did lots of intimate things without thinking much of them and she'd seen something similar before. 'Ah, right, Kazzun did something similar to An-chan. I can exploit that a bit later,' she thought happily. Her brain was working once more, but that didn't change the fact that she remembered already exactly what she was doing. She also had a unique understanding of the number of eyes on her, and as such, she continued to appreciate the dick in front of her, with a flushed face and happy tongue and mouth movements. Without depth or hands adaptation was necessary, she could have a bit of fun with that.

Hiruko would have the privilege of seeing what the little temptress could do with limited ability. Restraining her arms had only been the start originally; this would be the true showing. Apparently, she didn't intend to break the given rule. He'd been wondering about that, as Sakura seemed the type to have a few bratty tendencies. Instead, it seemed the showing of that would be via speech instead. Was it a punishment for him instead of her? Well... "Not really, Sakucchi. See... I'm still just a guy. Even if all you do is rub your face against it, it'll still do the job for me~" he explained.

And so, he took the front-row seat to adaptation. Sakura's ability obviously wasn't limited to her lack of physical restrictions. Hiruko would place her tongue-work in the expert category. Shota, however, saw it as the work of a whore ─ work that didn't involve his own efforts to break her down. Maybe it did, though. Maybe he'd been the one to shatter her mind the previous night, and the lack of his presence left her so cock-hungry that she sought the nearest one instead. If that were the case, he'd only have to ensure she came back around to understand her place. If Sakura was going to be a commode, it was only right that he be the owner as the man who freed her from that purposeless boyfriend she'd been dealing with before! Yes, his eventual freedom would have to involve quite a few developments. Little did he know what those developments would actually be. . .

Hiruko was another man who told Sakura that men didn't require much to achieve ejaculation. That was something she understood but given what she'd seen of this world that wasn't a benefit to anyone. There were thousands of things wrong with knowing that sort of information an existing in the world, just the same she wasn't one to argue the point. "Well, I know it doesn't take much, but I don't think people like you should sell themselves short~" she claimed. That was the truth. The kinds of men that Sakura truly enjoyed could for the most part do what they wanted and it'd be worth the experience. Just the same, her mouth continued to work and adjust to its limitation.

As was the case with most things, Sakura was capable of learning through experience. The truth was, limitations like the ones she was being given, left her to observe and make use of her tongue and the gentle suction of her cheeks. She'd massage that small amount of shaft, and use her tongue to entangle different areas of it periodically. She actively developed her own sort of techniques swirling her tongue around his cock up to the point of his marking only to apply suction as she worked her way back out. Little kisses would pepper the tip and then she'd start up again. Actually as muscles tongues were quite useful... she could easily figure out quite a few things by using her body in this way, her mind was working once more on all the different ways she could use such techniques as the ones she was developing. She also thought of asking a few questions to her peers, the ones who'd gained more experience in such things. Maybe it would be easier to just observe? Speaking of observing... Kakihara Shota came back into her mind properly, if only because she had an inkling of the kinds of desires he currently had. She felt those and she disliked him more in the moment. She didn't know what kind of logic he was currently using but she knew truthfully he was going the wrong way... she'd continue to work Hiruko around in her mouth looking up at him, panting, licking, sucking, likely looking quite desperate but the truth was, she was still enjoying herself immensely.

According to Sakura, he was selling himself short. Hiruko did no such thing. Something so simple could always be appreciated regardless, and he'd even been on the receiving end of a few such 'teasing' approaches. "It's nothing like that. That's just the honest truth; it doesn't take much. Well... something like that would take way longer, but sometimes it's all about the show~" he specified. Sakura didn't have much to worry about either way, considering the show she was presently putting on. Considering the restrictions placed on her, performance could still be called exceptional. In fact, Hiruko would wager she had a very specific fetish.

Such an active tongue this girl had; that wasn't even the whole of Hiruko's experience. The fact that Sakura kept pecking the tip of his cock with her lips all but confirmed his suspicions. If not for the fact that he needed a moment to compose himself, Hiruko would have already provided his commentary. Ah, but he would get around to it eventually. "That's some pretty good cock worship there, Sakucchi! I didn't know you had it in you♥~" he said. Hiruko knew her desired result, but even in that, there were questions. The time for that would come soon enough. For now, he was gripping her hair again while pulling himself away just slightly, further limiting the distance she could travel until only his glans was available to her. "I wonder, though. . ."

Hiruko claimed that just rubbing against her face would take longer to accomplish the goal, but also insisted that he wasn't selling himself short. That there was an aspect of showmanship which made some things better than others even if they couldn't fulfill the same goals as quickly as others. She took the logical sentiment and assumed such a thing would only be done for the show part, and not expected to fully be the act itself. Still beyond that there was further confirmation of the human need for visuals. Though she enjoyed watching things herself, the entertainment needs of humans from Gaia were far beyond her own understanding. Perhaps some more normal human exploration would clarify that as well. "Sou ka..." she murmured.

Sakura continued to learn and would keep up the ideations for the near future. Unlike Kakihara, the things Hiruko said could be put into practice for him and anyone else she deemed worthy of her time and effort. The number of people worthy of effort in her case, were quite limited but she could easily count Hiruko as such. He'd already more than proven himself. Speaking of proving himself worthy there was an addition made to Sakura's vocabulary as the term 'cock worship' had never appeared before but now had a place and immediate logical understanding within her head. There was also an amount of praise given by this statement which was oddly gratifying. "Oh? I really do like the way you talk to me, Hirrun♥~" Sakura replied. That was such a pleasant thing on her ears and soul. And then her boundary was moved forward. Just the tip, how teasing. She looked up at Hiruko almost curiously. Whatever he was thinking she wasn't entirely sure, but this sort of limitation would only make her use her tongue more. Once again, a gentle kiss was placed at just the tip. Then her tongue flicked along the opening at the tip of his dick. She prodded it gently before using her mouth and lips to passionately kiss just the tip. Lips, moved in and around it, her tongue lashed and swirled around it her mouth even occasionally opened to allow a warm resting place for it. If one looked at it from the outside, it would almost appear that she was making out with his glans, using it as a replacement for his tongue, appreciating and learning every trace of skin there. Even a gentle flick along the underside which dragged saliva outward into one of those snapping lines was something done. Why? Because it felt most natural and because she liked the sensation.