Charles Patricius

Sakura was indeed on the right track to success ─ success Hiruko wanted her to achieve. Things would be boring if neither participant reached the ultimate goal of sex in any of its forms. Hiruko simply thought things were worth a bit more when worked for, so... a bit of work for both of them was in order. On Sakura's end, she'd have to convince Hiruko to allow either party's ideal conclusion. On Hiruko's end, however, there was a need to resist most provocation. There was an interesting dance of offense and staged defense being entered. Hiruko even wondered how he would fare by the end. Sakura had been put in the position of a dealer... and the dealer would always win. The only variable in this case, as with all others, was the time said victory would take.

Whatever the passage of time had in store, there was one guarantee: entertainment. Already, Sakura was bringing something new to the table. What good was a bit of credit? Hiruko believed it could be whatever she made of it, but as he was in the position of dominance, he supposed that decision was up to him. "It counts for the usual. One request, as long as it doesn't go against the current agreement. Alternatively, I'll let you rack up seven credit points and... maybe even give you what you want at seven~" he teased. With that, the time of beginning had finally arrived after all of Sakura's stroking and rubbing. Hiruko could feel it ─ that nearly impossible to bypass clench of taut flesh at his tip. Ah, but it wasn't by wanting to give that he'd be breaching the entrance. No... the thing that allowed his entry was an urge to lay claim ─ a deeper desire to ensure his name was called again, and again, and again in future. That alone was the reason he would be slowly stretching that entrance to allow a forward thrust that may as well have taken hours to complete.

The dance created by the rules was one which would involve both parties working towards their collective pleasurable experience. One of resistance and pull. Pull was something somewhat natural to Sakura's being, even so, resistance was something she always found amusing. Her inner sadist and her inner demon enjoyed breaking things and even things she wanted to preserve she enjoyed breaking to some extent. Sakura had to come to understand the person she was dealing with an a semi-high pressure situation, and how she'd fare in that was unknown.

At the very least her ability to banter was something which she could count on. It would appear her desire for clarity would work on several fronts. And Hiruko was even bright enough on his own to come up with a running exchange for the currency she was amassing. "Oh? Seven... huh?" she questioned almost seriously. That number had a great deal of significance where she was from, but it wasn't something she expected to make its way over to the non-magical world. That was one of the things that'd require more research later. Right now though, Hiruko was making a push towards her insides with an intent to lay claim to her person, which she fully expected him to be able to do. "I hope it doesn't take me a whole seven, but I also didn't expect the most immediate cover, well, I wouldn't make a contradictory request... though maybe an equivalent one would be a better bargaining tool~" she thought a bit. If he was content not to cum inside until she convinced him to, perhaps torturing him after he tried would do a bit towards convincing him to release her. If they were both held to not orgasming at all... that could promote a certain amount of breaking. A wicked grin spread across Sakura's face. "This is going to be torturous~" she mentioned with a similar amount of tease in her own voice, as her body relaxed. His entrance would be torturous and full of friction but that would be fine, perhaps she'd use her own body as a cock-ring instead of an artificial one? That might work especially with that vibrating quality happening within her body, that wouldn't just be working against her by the end.

"Yeah... seven," Hiruko confirmed. As a gambler, he was quite attached to the number seven ─ an attachment he had even before his first casino trip for reasons unknown. He thought nothing of the way Sakura questioned that number. In fact, he found it normal to do so. He and Sakura both preferred the idea of it taking less than seven credits for her supposed victory. In fact, Hiruko had another strange feeling. "We're in the same boat. I feel like if it gets to seven... something crazy might happen," he mused.

Whatever the case, it seemed Sakura's mind was at work once again. She may have had a request in mind, though not one that was voiced. Her claim that this would be torturous was par for the course... but that tone and grin said it couldn't be taken the usual way. No, Sakura had a plan to take something into her own hands. This may have been less of a dance, and more of a battle. Time would tell. For now, entry was the only thing Hiruko could fit on an agenda. Without a doubt, he found Sakura's rectum to be the most difficult of visits he'd ever experienced, but he would not be stopped. Luckily, those extra vibrations from her neighboring hole provided an occasional distraction from the clench itself, and Hiruko's pride wouldn't let him be felled by mere difficulty. "Being difficult, Sakucchi? I'll have you know... this is my crawlspace~" he said regarding the cavity he forced entry into. Of course, Hiruko meant those words despite their earlier discussion and whatever it truly meant. Regardless of any arrangements Sakura had, he felt a need to claim her every hole as his own... even if only in the moments of their union. He'd be doing so now with her ass, as he squeezed his way through the most friction-filled thrust of his life, eventually wedging himself deep in Sakura's rear. Once he felt the skin of her ass against his balls, Hiruko rested and exhaled a breath he'd apparently been holding for some time. "Hah... that is, unless you've got a problem with that. There are no problems, right?~" he asked while swelling repeatedly within that tight canal.

Confirmation, was what Sakura received and the way it was delivered she could make the assumption that the significance of it might not have been aligned to her knowledge. It was yet another thing to be set aside for a later time. Oddly enough, the always thinking girl, found herself very much wanting to put her extraneous thoughts to the side so that she could concentrate on what was happening in the moment. According to Hiruko, if they got to seven something crazy might happen, "Oh? You're right about that, best do my part to ensure you're thoroughly convinced~" she flirted right back. Perhaps that was a sign of investment or perhaps it was the sort of distraction needed to help coalesce idle thoughts into streamline ones? Whichever was the case, she'd likely keep doing this until such a time as her orgasm was reached and a certain amount of fun was had. After all, it wasn't like she was in anything resembling a rush.

Interestingly enough, there were other things which didn't require her attention. Kakihara Shota was all but forgotten in the grand scheme of things. A bad decision left to rot in his own problematic nature. Still some things would find their way back, karma made it so. For instance, Hiruko made the claim that the place he was entering on her body was 'his' crawlspace. And such a claim was made with a comment about her being difficult, a little chuckle escaped her. "Oh? Well, the difficulty is simply natural... I haven't started being anything, yet~" she claimed in a manner most teasing. Ah, but he wouldn't be stopped from his entrance and being claimed in such a way wasn't something she disliked coming from him. "Though I suppose I should do something~" she said in a teasing way. And when would that something be happening. After the man made his entrance. Arduous though it was that pulsing in her rear would be met by a similar sort of twitch in her rectum. As a certain fit was achieved and another unknown bit of magic would be making itself obvious to her at least. A bit of 'locking' would be occurring deep within her person, and it'd only be finished by a certain kind of ending. Even so, when skin met skin against his body in so intimate a position, Sakura found herself leaning into Hiruko's face and bringing their mouths together. Something likely considered hedonistic and filthy in this world but she knew the truth of her own body. And once said kiss ended she'd lick his lips sharing a certain happy sentiment. "Okaerinasai, Hirrun♥!~" she chimed seemingly pleased that he'd found his way inside.

Sakura would be working to ensure this game ended before the count of seven. Meanwhile, Hiruko would be making a push as close to the number seven as possible. In fact, the idea of reaching seven didn't seem like it would be a bad thing ─ it just felt like something ridiculous would occur. Perhaps he'd find out what that was, or perhaps Sakura would prove victorious. Time would tell.

According to Sakura, the difficulty he experienced was natural to her being as opposed to something she did consciously. It didn't matter; it was still her being difficult in a way. Ah, but there was the implication that she could do something consciously. That was a thing of interest. Something felt unusual once Hiruko solidified his entrance, though not at all something he could call negative. He couldn't quite place his finger on what it was, though. It wasn't the twitching; that part was normal. The abnormal factor could not be quantified by the likes of Hiruko yet. Regardless, his claim of territory resulted in something that would shock Shota beyond belief. Sakura accepted the blonde's arrival and welcomed him home with tenderness, a kiss, and a bit of playfulness. Shota didn't receive that sort of greeting, despite fishing for it. Hiruko, on the other hand, expected no welcome; he was carving a path for himself regardless. "Tadaima, Sakucchi. You're quick to go for the mouth. I was right about my name for you," he stated. And with that, Hiruko began letting gravity do its job of lowering Sakura's body. In doing so, he then put his arm to work for the sake of lifting her, all while his hips pistoned to enable some shallow but focused thrusts. Of course, he hadn't let go of that remote either. As they could both feel its vibrations, Hiruko decided to turn the dial once more, producing a rapid pulse vibration at low frequency.

As far as Sakura was concerned, regardless of who won this interaction both would be winning something. Though the full breadth of the win would likely be unknown to Hiruko for a couple of days yet. After all there was a need for confirmation with the others before she fully exposed the other world to someone new. She wasn't always one to take such advice but they'd been making decisions together as a group, there was no need to change that now.

Admittedly though, a few in that group had already been privy to Hiruko's antics and one of them had a bit of an implication. He couldn't feel getting locked in... but that didn't matter, he'd eventually understand the truth of what he was doing today. And for now, he'd benefit from all the things Sakura had learned previously and being good enough by her own standards to receive them. She welcomed him inside herself with a healthy kiss and happy speech as she would anyone who belonged within her. Belonging in this case, being a matter of worthiness. And he responded in kind, noting she was quick to go for the mouth. He apparently was right about a name he had for her, and that made her brow raise just a little. "Oh? Did you pick a name for me... I wasn't expecting something like that... I wonder if it's possible," she said genuinely curious about something which she'd give no details about. Much like that mark against her lower back, womb and around her neck. The process of naming her was something which was magically quite taxing. The other girl's hadn't mentioned anything like that and she was quite curious about the nature of this naming. If he was doing so at the depth she thought him capable of, it was only another nail in this coffin of his mortal existence. Ah, but before that there was a change in that device within her, a strange pulsing taking place as he began to use gravity against her along with that low frequency pulse. Her legs and thighs began to twitch around him as he moved in and out of her body. Her arms once again settled against his shoulders as her hips began to wiggle just a bit, aiding in his movements. Just the same there was pure satisfaction within her, had she done smething karmic accidentally? Maybe~

Karma, sealing and all those magical things taking place were entirely foreign to Hiruko. He had a few strange feelings in certain moments, but that was about all. Aside from those feelings however, there was something stranger still. He'd casually mentioned having a nickname for Sakura, and upon questioning it... she questioned its possibility. What a strange girl Sakura was. Well, perhaps she simply understood enough about his line of work to wonder if he had such permissions. Going with that assumption, his answer would oddly be one that also applied to Sakura's true meaning.

"I can, and I did," Hiruko said first and foremost. With Sakura aiding the movements of her own body in his lap, and Shota whimpering like a lost pup, Hiruko thought it would be a good idea to share that name. To do so, he paused the movements of Sakura's body. He'd merely throb within her rectum for a while, leaning closer to her face to keep whispered words from being heard by Shota. The names he gave weren't meant for all ears, after all. "I figured Passionlip would be a good one. Pretty fitting, right?" he asked, shifting his hips around for the sole purpose of wedging within the girl's rear, fully avoiding the previous pumping motions.

While the magical understanding was missing, Sakura had already learned that this wasn't always necessary for the fun aspects. She also knew this man had knowledge of things she didn't and as such didn't much question how he chose to answer her inquiry. She'd been moving herself a bit, as encouragement and as part of her overarching plan to 'convince' Hiruko into his own orgasm, so she could deny him as well. Of course, that wasn't going to happen as her hips were stopped and that pulsing vibration made her moan gently while his throbbing erection had her swooning. "Ughhh~" she moaned gently. But what of that name?

A whispered bit of speech would occur, as it seemed such a name wasn't fit for one like Kakihara Shota. The fact that Hiruko thought himself capable of naming her was one thing... the fact that he actually uttered it in her presence was another. It'd get a rather interesting reactiong. As she moaned her body quivering gently against that wedging sensation as well as the vibration she couldn't quite ignore just yet. 'Passionlip' was the name chosen, and it was one accepted. Whether Hiruko was fully aware of what that meant or not. "Oh?!♥~" she almost moaned as her being processed that name. "I... ah♥ quite like that one... I didn't know you had it in you~" she claimed in a manner oddly similar to the way both Miko and Kaguya took such names without any knowledge of them doing so. She leaned into him while he continued to wedge into her, speaking directly into his mouth while completely ignoring the sad little whimper that had escaped from Kakihara. "You have no idea what you're doing to me Hirrun♥!~" she said a look of earnest frustration and concentration moving across her visage. It was quite odd to feel denial, and even more different have someone else holding her hostage in such a way with enough power to name her even. If he spilled within her at the place she didn't need to convert, she'd probably have enough power for days worth of true magic even on this planet.

Hiruko felt the name applied to Sakura, Passionlip, was quite fitting for her behavior thus far. In fact, speaking the word to her directly somehow made it seem more fitting than before. The same feeling came from addressing Miko and Kaguya by their new codenames, but Hiruko simply wrote it off as a good fit each time. Apparently, Sakura didn't realize he had the capacity for naming in such a way. That couldn't be made sensible to Hiruko, but it didn't matter much. "Glad you like it. It'll come up again later, so be ready♥~" he said in that usual flirty tone, albeit with an added air of ominousness.

Whatever purpose that name held would be saved for later. Hiruko wasn't the same as Shota; he used the term 'Sex Friend' far more appropriately to the phrase itself. He and Sakura would be in each other's company for more reasons than fornication. Once they were... relevance would make itself known. For now, Hiruko was accomplishing something with all that wedging. He fully intended to accomplish much more than a bit of moaning, but... not too much more. A grip on Sakura's bottom made it possible to force a bit of movement on her end. In doing so, he had both of their hips gyrating repeatedly. "You're right; I don't have any idea. You should tell me♥~" he suggested cheekily in the meantime.

It would appear to Sakura that Hiruko definitely understood friendship quite a bit better than Kakihara did. He was glad she liked her new name and claimed it would be coming up again later. That had some great implications and made her quite pleased. This was overall, a much better experience and one she'd like to repeat. As an aside she'd also already just been enjoying Hiruko's company, and that was far more than could be said of Kakihara who was a person whom she didn't enjoy very much at all. "Hai hai, I'll be waiting♥!~" she flirted right back.

And it wasn't just that, there was a certain chemistry which was present during conversations and activities with Hiruko that was simply missing in her experiences with Kakihara. There was nothing hollow about the words or phrases shared by Hiruko, he wasn't looking for anything in particular no, he was simply enjoying the present and seeing what would happen. That was a feat, and another was taking place as well. Hiruko had taken to moving Sakura's hips and his own. That wedging sensation was multiplied and those moans of hers kept slipping. She'd mentioned he didn't know what he was doing to her, and he'd claimed she should tell him. That wasn't an expectation of anything in particular. As such she'd freely give her own observations and feelings clearly, "Well, you're so deep inside, and it's so much pressure. I feel really warm and worked up but also like I'm just standing at the edge of a cliff you know? I want you to cum inside but I also want to cum so it's terrible!♥~" she explained of herself. "Hirrun♥!!~" she moaned his name. "You're torturing me and it makes me want to do it back♥~" she expressed of her current inclinations. Still her plan for the future hadn't been fully explained, but that tightening of her anus and the movements of her hips would be something she started up as well. She wouldn't be holding back her own movements only keeping up his rules while her own body began to feel feverish from not releasing the energy building up within her. Oh well, he couldn't know what would happen if she didn't release this sort of energy, but perhaps it would be good, letting it all go at once would allow her to do something usually hard in this world.