Charles Patricius

A trophy whore was not something Hiruko ever gave full thought to possessing. Lately though, he'd given a bit of consideration to the idea through the behavior of Sakura, Kaguya before her, and Miko before that. They were all so free with themselves, Hiruko even entertained the idea of forming a proper harem. Alas, he didn't grant himself the freedom of such things. He could call upon and interact with these girls time and time again, but never could he assign true permanence to their existences in his circle; that couldn't be the case for anyone. He could always store and keep the memories of moments like this, though.

Now was such a moment he'd have to get the recording of from Sakura. Two men were in this room, and neither had ever heard something as loud or long-winded as the screaming orgasm Sakura experienced. None could deny the obvious potency ─ least of all Shota, who previously wondered if this was all a rouse. Hiruko knew otherwise, but he also found the pleasant surprise of Sakura spraying her love juices onto him, further lubricating any future entry and... wetting his abdomen just because, apparently. The way she collapsed around his dick wasn't missed either; how could he? His own ejaculation seemed almost mandatory... but Hiruko could manage a tight enough clench to avoid anything more than a 'small' accidental squirt. Perhaps he would have had more strength to resist if his back wasn't being clawed and taking a mass of his body's tension to itself as a result. "Hngh─! Almost got me for an extra. Oh well. You sprayed all over me too, so I guess that's an agreement~♥" he said, tugging that leash to pull Sakura closer to his face. "But how's that brain of yours?" he asked almost in rhetoric. If Sakura had a stable answer for him, Hiruko supposed he had more work to do as time went on.

Sakura gained in this very moment one of the most satisfying physical reactions she'd ever been given in her rather short life. As one of pure physicality she would never say it was anything other than her current understanding of the best. Even so, she didn't have much time to consider it initially. She exhaled gently, her body falling to relaxation as Hiruko spoke. She even loosened her hold on his back, if only because she gained at least a little of what she'd been looking for. That expulsion wasn't exactly enough to fully help in the process of wiping her mind, but it was just enough to catalyze a bit of magic. If a comparison was being made, it would be like a review of their agreement and not a full isgning. Even so, that mark over her womb on her lower back and even the one under her collar would likely be gaining a bit of color.

All the while, it would be a bit before Sakura could answer. Her eyes had closed and she'd tensed and then lost it all. A series of magical and non-magical things occurred at once as her mind and body tried to reach a state of equilibrium they didn't currently have. A bit more mana and perhaps she could have reached it both slower and quicker for various reasons. "Ah.... ha... ha..." she couldn't get words out immediately, her brain didn't agree with any fast processes currently. The tug on that leash which brought their faces closes together would leave her looking at him a bit dazed with a redness which wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. Those diamonds in her eyes still gently pulsing without being fed enough to fully go one way or another. "Ha... ha.... hmm....." she licked her lips he could handle a few moments of silence while she figured out how to answer his questions. Or maybe there was a better way, her body was still working after all, even if her brain and mouth were currently disconnected for the point of vocalization, she could still, peck his lips at least once as she finished as her mind and body tried to come back to the same plane of existence.

To answer Hiruko's question, Sakura had... nothing by way of words. He heard nothing but pants and moans as her body and hold loosened significantly. From what Hiruko could gather, that counted as a great success in his endeavor... though there was more to be done still. Sakura did manage something physical, however; she reached his lips with her own, as if that counted as a retort. In fact, Hiruko would let it be exactly that as his lips pursed against hers. "That's even more of a result than I expected. I wonder if it gets even better if I push a few more buttons~" he mused.

In a few short minutes, another positional shift would occur. Sakura's limpened body was stretched across a half-broken couch while Hiruko emptied her rectum of his cock. He was looming over her body, holding up Sakura's legs to rub his length between her thighs. As a result, his continued thrusting peeked through repeatedly, parallel to her torso as the drip of pre-ejaculate became more prominent. "Since you had nothing to say earlier, I'm guessing you're alright with this. Don't forget the rules~" he stated while rubbing endlessly between Sakura's thighs all to eventually eject a mass spray of his essence across her stomach, chest and face. The couch was already doomed to shattering by now; he wasn't worried about staining it. "Anything going on in there yet?"

Sakura couldn't yet formulate words. If she'd been of her right mind, she might have commented on not knowing that achieving such a sensation was possible without a proper expulsion of mana. The pure physicality of humans was something quite different from what she expected. And just as she wished she was learning from the experience, even if she couldn't currently verbalize it. The words of Hiruko were heard and processed but still no real response to be offered. If this could get better she was more than willing to find out about it. But there was something else which needed to be handled first.

Ah, but first was on a relative scale. She was eventually turned in such a way that he was able to remove himself from her rear and rub between her thighs his work to do so would see him ejaculating onto her body instead of inside it. And perhaps she would have had something catty to say about that, except, there was still a device vibrating at full strength within her core. How was she supposed to regain hold of her faculties while such a thing was happening. "WAAAAAH♥!~" Sakura moaned as she was sprayed across her body and face. She licked her lips as a consequence but found herself trying to speak. "I can't...." she managed finally. That vibrating within her core making her squirm keeping her from regaining herself. Leaving her huffing and trying to recover and not capable of it. "Hirrun, tasukette!~" she managed just a few words. Well that likely wouldn't make complete sense, but maybe he'd notice that still vibrating device within her body, she was not sure she was going to be able to put together her thoughts based solely on this particular small device. She understood now, what it mimicked and why it was truly useful. Interesting choice the humans made, for people who couldn't feel mana they were at least capable of mimicking its effects even without its potency. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Hiruko had potency already... he didn't need such an addition and it was simply done to contribute to the over stimulation of Sakura obviously.

Though he had Sakura's legs held together in front of himself, Hiruko looked around them to watch the result of his own work. In doing so, he caught sight of the girl licking her lips after the initial spray. That may or may not have been acceptable, depending. "Hmm? I sure hope you didn't just swallow some of that, Sakucchi~" he said as if wondering whether she did or not. "I like seeing it on you a lot more than I should, though. You're the type of girl someone would want to have walk around wearing their load as marking~" he added, holding her legs together with one hand while the other reached forward. The fore and middle fingers of Hiruko's outstretched hand would be dragging some of the spillage from Sakura's cheek onto her bottom lip. All the while, the remaining outpour from his cock began pooling on her belly and the space between her breasts.

Ah... that sight gave Hiruko an idea. Sakura pleaded for help to no avail, or perhaps she was setting herself up for another condition. "Help? Help with what?" Hiruko asked. One might note that he'd completely let go of the remote during transition, leaving it beside his phone on the coffee table. It wasn't in his original plan to turn that thing off, or even down. "How exactly can I help you, Sakucchi? Tell me♥~" he asked of the barely intelligible girl. Perhaps she'd actually manage to acquire his assistance with whatever she was talking about?

Sakura was being put through the proverbial wringer. At present, Hiruko was commenting on her act of lip-licking hoping she'd not ingested any of his essence. What he couldn't know was the truth of the matter, that it having contact with her person started the process whether he thought human bodies were capable of it or not. "Didn't..." she murmured softly. Ah, how was she supposed to concentrate with that pulsing feeling leaving her feeling like she should be digesting but being unfed by any real standards? She wouldn't be answering him directly on that front but as far as she was concerned she'd not broken any part of their pre-existing arrangement. The more worldly ideations about marking were oddly normal for Sakura and she found that logic strangely demonic. Still there wasn't quite room for her to comment, only a single world would be escaping her, "Demonic..." she muttered once more. That logic was indeed demonic, perhaps if he leaned hard enough that way he'd understand why he should have filled her instead. Ah, but humans and their oddities were far from something Sakura found herself disliking in general.

Whatever the case, there was the matter of help. Something she needed which was mostly for that mimicked sensation to end so she could put together a cogent sentence or two. In his current line of sadism he wanted an verbal answer as to how he could help. A pout came to Sakura's face, that jizz pooling at her stomach and having been dragged across her face she had to fight the urge to ingest it as her body would have desired. "I can't..." she started, her legs still twitching around that constant vibration. "Follow your rules..." she stated. "Deal with this inside me..." she said her hand gently gracing that vibration from the outside. "And talk," she complained. "It's too much," she added. If he wanted some combination of those things, he'd have to give. If he wanted her to have any words worth sharing either he'd have to forego that vibration or end the rules so she could feel her brain and soul. Otherwise, she was developing something of a strong hunger which couldn't be quelled by the quality of food available on this planet.

For a while yet, Sakura proved capable of no more than single word responses. She didn't consume any of what he left on her face. Good. If she'd gone against the arrangement, he'd have to figure out some sort of 'punishment' to administer. At present, there was enough on Hiruko's plate... and Sakura's as well, from the look of things. Beyond all that, there was another short utterance from Sakura after his mention of marking. Demonic, she said. That was a rather interesting way to put it, but not one he'd disagree with even as a human from the non-magical world. "Doesn't sound like something you'd hate, though. Maybe it's even something you're willing to try?" he wondered.

Whatever the case, Hiruko would have his answer soon enough. It took several attempts and a few very separate words that only somewhat formed a sentence in the end, but Sakura got her point across eventually. Between the rules of their play, that very active vibrator and having to talk, Sakura was at a loss. At least one of those three things would have to go. Which would it be? Well, the passage of time would see to that. Hiruko decided that if one thing had to go, it would be the need for Sakura's speech. She'd surely entertain him after a shift forward, a finger in the ass to add to that vibrator's work, and his cock draped over her face. He'd settle for that as the next few minutes passed.

Demonic was an apt term for what was happening here. It was odd to Sakura that she wasn't the one being it, but that was also fine as far as she was concerned. It'd been mentioned previously by Iino Miko, that Sakura didn't know the meaning of a foregone desire. That she was taught and lived her life to follow everything she wished with zero negative consequences. As such, she was even taking this odd turn of denial as something she wished to experience. So, even when she stated that he was demonic, she hadn't meant it as a negative thing, it was simply an observation. When it came to experiencing the more demonic forms of aggression she was more than willing, but she wasn't yet able to put together the right sentences to explain herself. It left her looking quite quizzical and a bit dazed. She wasn't one to back away from experiences. That much was obvious to all who encountered her.

Beyond that point, it seemed she'd managed to properly to convey her thoughts. It was becoming further obvious to her, why her mother wasn't good for answering questions immediately following encountering her father. There was way too much happening to her right now for her to give decent feedback about anything. Ah, but it seemed that Hiruko didn't really need it, or rather he decided that this was the thing which was expendable. Her ability to talk would be further kept away from her as a finger was eventually added to her rear and that vibrating device wasn't at all stopped or slowed within her. She assumed by his actions he knew what he was doing and the cock dangling over her face was by her own logic her new activity. Well at the very least she'd kiss lick and tease it with her mouth, being careful of his supposed wish to not spill within her person at any cost. It was quite odd. Perhaps calling him demonic was faulty as a thought, given truly demonic methods would result in an overdose and not a denial at all. It would be logged away with the rest of her thoughts as she went about the work she was doing with his dick and made no further moves to speak.

Once more, Hiruko heard nothing from Sakura. No matter; he'd already decided his form of 'help' would involve sacrificing her speech for the time being. As a pleasant surprise, the act of draping his cock over Sakura's face resulted in licking, kissing and all manner of general treatment... but never did she forget the major rule. Hiruko would be keeping that in mind as time passed.

As that middle finger of his pumped against Sakura's rectal walls, his hips thrusted to cause a repeated rubbing of the rod against her mouth. Minute by minute, he proceeded with that plan until that familiar tingle built again. He realized some minutes before that a follow-up ejaculation could be brought about easily, and it was fully within his plan to see it through. In fact, Hiruko eventually angled his cock downward during a withdrawal. Doing so caused the subsequent thrust to push into Sakura's mouth. The throbbing of his cock had become more of a swelling, which meant only one thing. At the time, Hiruko was clenching to hold back an expulsion. He stared into Sakura's face, indirectly challenging her once more. If she made much of a move, he'd be spilling a bit into her mouth. If she didn't, Hiruko would instead thrust slowly into her throat, though... even that eventuality would probably meet the same outcome.

Sakura was the kind of person to operate within established rules and norms. When she felt like acting for someone, she tended to do so within the structure they presented her. Hiruko was finding himself on a very short list of people that Sakura would bend to for any random reason, it just so happened that he pressed several of her sex related buttons and as such his control was something very particular. And with that information, there were kisses, licks and general mouthing happening to his cock but never did she swallow any of his fluids per their general agreement.

Of course, as time went on it became obvious to her that he'd be ejaculating again, and she wondered what he'd be doing with it, though not at all consciously. So she was genuinely surprised when his throbbing dick crossed the line of her lips of its own accord. Into her mouth he went and staring into her face he did. She found herself unmoving, captivated by the look in his eye. What did he want her to do? Well, he still had his voice, and as she struggled not to squirm or orgasm there was a certain pressure which seemed to be applied as a challenge. She didn't move at all and found that he was pushing further into her throat as a result. Interesting, perhaps he thought this some sort of training? It was a passing thought enough to be logged away for some later understanding, when she had both the brain power and lack of stimulation to consider it. Regardless she wouldn't be taking blame for his spillage, even as it occurred further into her throat. The only thing she had to offer were her still twitching loins and ass while he sank into her mouth.