Charles Patricius

Saori would be making peace with an oddity, but Kazu didn't think it would become such a big deal. He didn't intend to make her another wife, or even a girlfriend for that matter. "You don't have to think about it too much. I won't bother you every day, or even every week... probably. If you need a good session, though, you can look my way whenever you want. Hell, I'll even spar with you if you want," he offered as compromise.

Regarding his mention of her slow stripping, Saori claimed it wouldn't make progress any quicker. That sounded like the words of someone willing to have their clothes shredded to Kazu. Lo and behold, her next words were about going native ─ those words being spoken while she stared brazenly at his exposed groin. Kazu flashed a wide, toothy grin that featured pronounced canines. His next words weren't spoken until after he stepped forward again, snatching Saori by the waist and pressing that 'dangerous thing' she stared at into her side. "That a new way to say going commando? Time's up either way. Let's see what we've got here," Kazu said as his free hand grabbed Saori's track pants at the hip. He pulled roughly to rip them apart on one side with ease, yet with enough care to leave anything underneath intact.

Saori had developed something like distraction and in watching Kazuhiko disrobe had taken quite the slow approach to her own. But that wasn't for naught, apparently, there were a few more words to share. Kazuhiko wasn't planning to bug her on any regular basis. It was good to know it wasn't within his thought processes to try adding her to his crazy lifestyle which was also a bit relaxing in that context. Ah, but there was a counter offer on the table as well, she could call him up, and he'd even spar with her... "That's a great fucking compromise!" she was way too excited about the idea of violence but there was a good reason. "I haven't hit something at satisfying strength in days, it makes me antsy," that was probably the last of her confessions for the day. Whatever the case, if she could have a spar, given her own connections between sex and violence, she could probably also easily switch between the satisfaction of fighting and the newfound satisfaction of sex.

Well, Saori thought she'd confessed her last, but it seemed there were a few more confessions left within her. She'd gone native enough to think that a more aggressive start up was exactly what she was looking for and would soon find it being exactly what was offered. There was also a toothy grin and a sudden collapse of the distance between them as her jacket finally came undone. She was wearing beneath it a black sports bra and underneath her pants a black pair of spanks with a grey band which stopped right under her bottom. Well, that wasn't at all what girls were taught was cute. Still, she couldn't say she disliked being manhandled in such a way. "Well, that was nothing resembling a warning!" she exclaimed, but there was nothing truly upset about her words. And moreover there was a little pink tint on her face. "Sorry no such luck. I just put on spanks after my shower. I wasn't expecting my day to go like this..." she murmured. That strange advice that Jeanne was always spouting had never seemed to apply to her, but maybe she should have thought it the rest of the way through. Though now with a throbbing cock against her side, she was sure today was about to take a vivid turn.

It came as no surprise that Saori hadn't utilized her full strength in some time. Even in the magical world, she was notorious for being a heavy hitter. Even a percentage of her physical strength would probably pulverize a punching bag in this world, unless she went through a heavy, heavy regression beforehand. Either way, Kazu would keep in mind the ringing endorsement of that compromise. "Deal. It'll be fun. Hit me as hard as you want," he stated. Kazu knew the fist of Martha was dangerous even to him in his current state, but... he could survive it now more than he could before, so it would be fine.

He'd given more than enough warning about the ripping of Saori's clothes, contrary to her exclamation. "Tais-toi. I told you what would happen," he said. As if to emphasize his earliest point, Kazu forced his lips against Saori's right then. Ah, but there was another confession on the way from her. She didn't throw on anything the general masses were looking for after her post-workout shower. As luck would have it, though, the pair of spanks Saori sported were perhaps perfect for Kazu's current mood. "Haha! It's definitely a you choice. I like it," he said. With that, Kazu pressed that same hand against Saori's mid back. With the other still on her hip, he aimed to hold her lower half steady while pushing the upper half. He did say she'd be bent, after all; they'd have to start over the nearby dresser. "You going to stay like that, or will I have to force it?" he asked while one finger began rubbing against Saori's crotch through those spanks.

Saori might get to hit something at a strength that would satisfy her in the near future. It was generally the case, that she didn't get to go all out against opponents in spars, but at least she'd get some contact out of a proper strength individual. As it stood, she hadn't actually made physical contact with anything and her fists in days, as she would indeed pulverize a sandbag with just a tap. A ringing endorsement for fighting and then maybe sex was something she could get behind without much thought.

In the meantime someone else was going to be trying to get behind her. She'd found herself being somewhat teased by Kazuhiko, as the lad claimed that she'd been warned enough, and then quickly applied his lips to her own. Physical contact was indeed something she reveled in so even in this context she found herself a little satisfied. A small sound escaping her throat as that contact was made. But her choice in undergarments wasn't one to impress but was instead one of convenience and functionality. Apparently, it was a her choice and one he liked. "Well, as long as you like it..." she commented absently. Now she was being bent, over a dresser with her hips being held as she was rubbed through those spanks and suddenly finding herself quite twitchy. She was asked something in the meantime, would she stay like this or would he have to force it? "You will definitely have to make me!" she said firmly, she wasn't the type to allow any less contact than she was going for and somehow it felt right to remain a bit argumentative even while in agreement with his actions overall. Ah and with a hand on her loins she had no problem finding herself with building arousal the physical contact seemed to do that for her, along with her skin touching that dresser and the sensation of his hand against her back.

"I only like it because it's got your personality all over it. Besides, you're shapely enough that it doesn't matter if skin's showing here; I can see all I need. But..." Despite his willingness to accept a pair of spanks on Saori, Kazuhiko did come into this meeting with an overarching goal. It seemed, according to Saori herself, that said goal would require effort and forcing from his side of the equation. That much was to be expected from her. Ah, but he didn't imagine it would be much of an issue. That one hand managed to bend her over the dresser, and her body's reaction to his other hand's indirect touch made clear her openness to stimulation. He surely had the ability to force her continued bending with more stimulation, right?

Well, they'd both be finding out soon enough. They originally used combat as foreplay, but not today. Today, he'd be kneeling behind the bent woman, lowering the hand from her back to pinch at her spanks right around the crotch region. With that pinch, he pulled to either side and tore a hole in the garment to unveil Saori's entire undercarriage. Of course, the current angle also provided a certain positional leverage. It took nothing from that moment on for Kazu to dive face-first into her folds, tongue at the ready to lap away at a slick pocket of fresh as if he'd already been at it for several minutes. He'd seen enough times a reaction to rapid stimulation, and theorized that it would work to keep Saori in position and... reasonably softened in a manner of speaking.

A clear observation and more of those oddly flattering words came from this version of Kazuhiko's mouth, "But..." oh. That didn't actually require an answer. It seemed that he was content to rip those open from the bottom. Well, she had dozens of these things anyways, she'd already decided the clothes meant nothing. No she wouldn't be remaining in this position she didn't think, except... he took knee behind her and began lapping at her folds. Saori's eyes widened and a moan escaped her lips. That was quite different and the lack of care taken to start such a thing was well beyond what Saori could consider normal. "Uuuah!~"

After that sound escaped her mouth she found herself relaxing into the attention. Well, that wasn't quite right, no. As this kept happening, her hips back shifted but her body remained bent over that dresser even as her knees weakened and she approached orgasm from a type of stimulation which was not often presented. Instead her hips were wiggling against Kazuhiko's face as her body moved towards orgasm and Kazuhiko was rewarded with Sudachi flavored mana for breakfast. Eventually though breakfast proper would be served as orgasm swept Saori and gave a flush to her already slickened loins and she... had her knees buckle under the pressure that release. This was less violent than normal, but didn't lack the physicality that she enjoyed.

There were no more words from Kazuhiko. Once his tongue made contact with Saori's loins, he proceeded to do nothing but lick and suck away for a seemingly endless amount of time. By the time his efforts yielded a rush of sudachi flavor to signal forward progress, Kazu was fully immersed in other successes. Saori had indeed been kept in position ─ even goaded further into it as he felt the backpedaling of her body into his face. Such was only more reason for his efforts to continue, and eventually even advance.

Kazu was not idle at all either. As time passed, many different advancements were made. Some moments would consist of two hands upon the saint's arse. Others featured an inserted tongue, or perhaps even a finger or two. In some cases, he even had her labia dragging between his lips. Kazu wasn't in a state of need this time around. This time, he was acting on desire alone... and he'd enjoy himself to the point of satisfaction, whether Sena's core was in its complete state or not. Uninterrupted, Kazu's face would be buried in the purple-haired woman's undercarriage for hours in this little pocket dimension outside of time. Clearly, he had no need of a rush. . .

No rush and no immediate need to sate anything but an existing desire. That wasn't something normal to someone like Saori. She was a very controlled individual with specific ideations in mind. As such the amount of attention paid to her loins in the aftermath of that first orgasm was more surprising than anything else. She'd not even fully recovered and the man behind her was still lapping away at her loins. And it would only get worse. The dresser she'd been bent over would be used as support. And her legs and knees would shake almost uncontrollably as hours ticked on. Why?

Well, that was easy, there was a slew of changing tactics. Different sensations and feelings. Some teasingly shallow, some deep enough to elicit moans and all of them causing multiple orgasms over the course of the passing hours. Her loins reached a state of pure saturation, more than she was used to feeling and even in that slicked state she could feel tongue and fingers doing all they needed to for her to reach that sweet point of bliss. But with this came another realization. The longer such an activity went on, the emptier the feeling became, an ache developed deep within as a desire to be filled sprang up. Desiring sex was easy, and one would initially think that what all that was necessary was the sensation of orgasm. But that wasn't quite it. There was more to be had and no rush in sight, but still that dull ache that came with empty orgasms would leave this woman panting over the dresser as if she'd run for hundreds of kilometers. "Fuck! You aren't going to keep doing this to me!" she barked. "Get to fucking me already!" yes, those were the demands of one who wasn't passive completely but who was being driven to madness by foreplay alone. She said this even as her legs shook uncontrollably amid a recent orgasm.

Kazuhiko was relentless in this form. He was the one who would consciously drive a partner to overstimulation, relishing in the satisfaction of doing so. In this case, even when Saori seemed to be holding herself up by the dresser alone, he didn't intend to stop. Of course there were magical benefits to this. He was becoming more attuned to Saori's mana, which would further help the offspring they were evolving via penetration of some sort. None of that mattered to Kazu, however. He was here to enjoy himself; Sena could have been completed with any amount of physical contact after all.

Only one thing apart from his own whims could stop him. Saori spoke, demandingly as it were. She'd grown too tired of the emptiness that came with this foreplay. He couldn't blame her; Kazu himself had been hanging on to a powerful itch since before they began. His tongue retracted, and Saori would feel the upturn of his lips against her nether. "Oui, Maîtresse~" he said teasingly. With that, Kazu rose. A straight, upward path left Kazu in the perfect position to have his shaft rubbing under Saori's folds by the time he stood fully. One hand gripped his cock, and the other took the back of Saori's neck as he leaned into her ear. "But if you fall to your knees, it'll be your turn," he warned while thrusting to rub against her dampened flesh pocket. He didn't seem to be leaving much by way of options ─ instead issuing a very direct challenge. With that hanging in the air, Kazu stabilized himself to thrust his way into her core. The initial entry was rough and swift, but from there would begin the slower process of exploring her womb. As it stood, he wouldn't stop until his pelvis felt the soft-yet-firm impact of her ass ─ after which he'd be seeking that impact again and again with every pump he took.

Relentless was definitely a good way to describe this form of Kazuhiko. In addition to the added maturity of the form it was somehow both very much the same and very different from his base self. Both individuals had decided that it wasn't necessary to try too hard to do something about that baby of theirs. Any amount of activity between the pair of them would likely help that situation. But between getting the baby where it needed to be and the end of their time in this space there was a lot of time to be filled. And before that time was filled Saori herself wanted to be filled. It would seem that Kazuhiko had been eating his fill so far and she'd been left with achy and empty insides. But upon being given a demand she felt a smirk which she'd attribute to his own satisfaction against her loins. He also spoke more French which definitely did nothing but cause her loins to twitch. Playing at student and teacher had been their thing before, he hardly counted as such now, but something about that teasing tone was... gratifying.

Ah, but that wasn't all. Soon enough there was a cock between her legs and a hand against the back of her neck. Kazuhiko was leaning over her and saying something... if she fell to her knees it would be her turn? Though performing fellatio wasn't something she had a great deal of experience with, she'd done it a time or two in the past without complaint. And given the sheer number of orgasms she'd had, she had no reason to say no... this was especially true when magical world logic was applied. "Hm? Well I'd have to fall to my knees~" she said in a challenging manner. She'd managed to hold for the duration, it wasn't like it was about to stop now. Even as a swift entrance had him within her core and her body trembling as she yelped. "Hyuck!" A swift entrance with all that extra contact could easily cause an orgasm long before he began poking around inside her womb and rubbing against her insides properly. But violence was still how she understood most things, and her entire core tightened around the unruly cock which would be found pummeling her. Her hands were casually against the wall... as said pounding began to cause the softness of her ass to meet his pelvis. It would only be a matter of time before not just tightening but a bit of movement of her hips occurred. Going with motions was natural enough, Saint Martha did possess the riding skill.