Charles Patricius

Saori had much more than the knowledge to not be horrible at fellating a man. At this point in life, Kazu could consider himself a master of receiving such services, given the list of women he'd received them from. Though not one to compare in any negative way, he could certainly give Saori a raving review, whatever her own opinion was. She wouldn't have to rely on visual confirmations, either; Kazuhiko was always very free with acknowledgement of others' abilities. "You're really good at this. You do a good job keeping consistent. Everything you put your body to, you do well," he praised earnestly.

Lo and behold, things were soon to become even more intense for Kazuhiko. As fate would have it, these acts of service always had to evolve at some point. Saori doing so came with an air of aggression he was very accustomed to, but a transition that was entirely new. He even quirked a brow as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, his hips acting of their own accord and thrusting in a shallow way. Time would pass as such, and Kazu's efforts would only become more conscious. He would eventually be found with a hand atop Saori's head, thrusting into her mouth with purpose. Several minutes had passed at least, but to whatever end... that almond flavor had already begun entering Saori's mouth in liquid form. Moments after that began, Saori would find herself at the receiving end of the full burst. Ah, but Kazu was never that rude, even in present form. He offered a bit of slack to Saori's head, along with a verbal warning. "Ready? You already know what to expect," he said, leaving Saori to take his load in whatever way she preferred.

It was interesting, Saori could count the number of times she'd performed such an act, and it was less than a handful including this moment. Even so, what she'd be receiving from Kazuhiko wasn't just his facial expressions and the like, but instead... verbal praise. He claimed consistency in whatever she put her body into, how strange. Even so, she'd known Kazuhiko long enough to know that praise that came from him wasn't empty. He wasn't a liar nor one who gave false compliments to manipulate. Such information made moments where he acted as such, surprisingly wholesome. Even now, Saori's face reddened more but she didn't stop what she was doing. Far be it from her to let a bit of praise distract her from the task at hand. No... she'd do what every normal adult did, bury that until she needed a mental pick-me-up at some other time.

And some other time would be far displaced. Her actions didn't stop, and her advancements only seemed to encourage a bit of difference. She supposed there was something nice about the idea that Kazuhiko hadn't tried to force himself in anyway down her throat until it was obvious it was something she was fully aware of... it definitely fit into the nice guy persona, which seemed directly contradictory to his current look. Soon enough there was a hand atop her head, and his hips were thrusting into her mouth quite a bit. It led to a certain rhythm of movement and a certain amount of force, being pulled in, pushing out, moving her tongue swallowing on his cock when it made certain depths. It was oddly fulfilling in this way, and she was even occasionally getting a hint of almonds which she knew to mean he was about ready to burst. And once more he proved himself something of a gentleman who warned of the coming problem to allow her the ability to take said expulsion the way she wished. In her mouth or all over her upper body were the only real options. In response to this warning she was appreciative but he only thing that showed on her face was a roll of her eyes. Well, it wasn't like her attitude was about to stop just for this. But in this case she'd take it in her mouth as it seemed to be something she desired and unlike other such instances, she'd actually swallow a great deal of that almond flavored liquid. She swallowed quite a few mouthfuls before pulling away but still she felt quite accomplished in her own talents at this point. What was more, she was pretty sure the strength ofher legs had returned to a pretty great extent. "It's really not bad but that still feels weird to do. My brain isn't wired for magic," she said in observation.

Kazuhiko was just conscious enough of consequences to avoid forcing them with his actions. With Saori's attitude toward sex, he doubted she did something like this many times. He wouldn't be one to make it a bad decision this time, if it could be helped. Just the same, he didn't want to ruin his own future opportunities. His load was inhumanly explosive in multiple ways; surely any of her previous experiences fellating someone, if there were any, didn't involve something so extreme. As such... he gave warning. Much to his physical satisfaction, that warning was not shied away from. Saori seemed fully motivated to take him straight to the mouth, without even withdrawing. The end result was Kazu grasping at her head again, as if to ground himself by using it as leverage.

Kazu's breathing was erratic throughout ejaculation. Each swallowing motion of Saori's throat warranted a throb, and even a tremble through the rest of his body. One could even call those movements small jerks forward. "Hnnah!" he moaned audibly. It took Kazu a moment to bounce back. In that time, Saori offered her commentary about the strangeness of swallowing magical semen. "I've got no experience before the magic, but even I agree it's all weird. Still glad you did it. Merci~" he said while retreating. Kazuhiko offered a playful bow to the woman, noting the strengthening connection of sub-cores in Sena's display nearby. Well, he'd lost no firmness; the yet incomplete state of growth in Sena was just another excuse. "Legs working yet? We're not nearly done here."

Consciously or unconsciously, the right balance was achieved. It was in general a good mark for men everywhere that such acts managed to be completed without feeling forced. And true to his own thoughts it wasn't the sort of thing often done by Saori, but she didn't mind it, in this situation. Her motivation held even through a bit of extra grabbing of her head, and the continued throbbing within her mouth and throat. Ah, but all was well as she was eventually released and he took a moment to catch his breath. She could take great satisfaction in doing that and having it turn out the way it should, whether she felt fully responsible or not. When she commented on the oddity, Kazuhiko spoke on it as well. He had no experience with sex before it was a magically enhanced thing, but claimed even with magic as his only point of reference he though it was weird. Still he was pleased it had happened that way and thanked her for it. She looked up at him with a raised brow, she'd keep an initial wandering commentary to herself. "Don't thank me for that..." she managed sounding a little cross but also a bit sheepish.

Moving on from that he playfully bowed and she only scoffed but there was a little upturn of her lips. Perhaps she found him a bit more amusing than she'd willingly admit. She also took a look at the cores of their soon to be daughter and knew they weren't quite bonded enough. That being said, at this point it didn't really matter, as for the state of her legs. "Yeah, it's not like I skip leg day or anything..." she said extending her arm for a hand up. Once she was standing again she'd stretch almost casually. "What's next though?" she asked, she'd been bent over for a couple of reasons and on her knees, but the flow of this situation didn't dictate any particular outcomes. Anything could happen so she was willing to be a bit flexible about what came next.

According to Saori, she was not to be thanked for a blowjob. There was no way she thought that would discourage Kazu. He was grateful, and he would express it. "You did something you didn't have to do ─ something you seemed like you didn't want to do when we were talking earlier. You're getting thanks for it," he demanded. The fact that she considered it weird in the aftermath only furthered his need to express gratitude.

Regarding Saori's legs, there was more snark. She extended a hand while claiming she never skipped leg day. While reaching down for that hand and offering a supportive lift, Kazu took the time to look at the legs they discussed. "Obviously. You could crush melons with those things," he said. As for what came next... Kazu happened to keep hold of the hand he'd taken. He used that hold to pull Saori all the way into himself, forcing the closest embrace including an arm wrapped around Saori's midsection. He'd keep that hold in place while backpedaling toward the bed. "Next? I like it turn-based. You can try crushing me with those legs if you want. Promise I can handle it♥~" he flirted. Whatever happened next was left in Saori's capable hands. He reached the bed's edge, but he did not take a place on it. He could sit, lie down, or remain standing; it didn't matter which. What did matter, was the interest in seeing the extent of the legendary Saint Martha's ability. "You classed Rider, right? I'll be your mount whenever you like~"

Kazuhiko was still himself even with that more mature form and snarky behavior. Nothing made this more obvious than his commentary about the thanks that Saori claimed she didn't need for her offering of fellatio. He all but forced the thanks upon her, using the logic that she did something she didn't have to do, that it looked like she didn't want to do... "Mendoukusei, that's a really you thing to say," she said rubbing her head a bit. She didn't much see the point in that sort of thing for herself, but she was a fair person. "Fine, do what you want," she said. If he wanted to thank her she had no real means to stop him. And while she understood his logic there were a few reasons she didn't see it as necessary in this case. Regardless, they were still having fun and she'd continue on that.

When asked about her legs, she'd been snarky, but also given a hand up with another set of compliments. "I've done it before," she said about crushing melons but there was something almost prideful in that admission. She always found those kinds of moments amusing, so she wouldn't be denying her physical abilities ever. As she stretched she found herself pulled into an embrace. How odd, but when making contact with his form she could only look a bit surprised. In any other circumstance, if someone had pulled her in like that, she likely would have punched them but here and now, her guard was a bit lower than normal. He moved them towards the bed, standing in front of it and keeping her close. When she asked what was next he claimed she could try crushing him with her legs. He claimed he could take it and flirted with her to that point. "That's a dangerous statement," she stated honestly. He wanted to take turns and that was very much like him and he brought up her class as Rider and she knew the most effective way to handle the situation. Saori was a special case though, even as a human on Alaya she'd been classed as a rider without allocating anything to the skill, her natural leaning made her capable of Riding and taming dragons which she was certain made her dangerous in such a position of power when added to her physical prowess. in her mind, that dick of his seemed perfectly mountable but, it was still risky. Her eyes narrowed as she looked and him, "If you're sure you want that... I'll do it, but... if your dick breaks you're explaining it to the other girls," with that she washed her hands of the situation and turned into him, placing her hands on his shoulder and pressing him down into the seated position. Once that happened she'd be found straddling him her body lined up over his cock as she stared into his face. "Last chance~" she mused, knowing that if she settled into this ride she wouldn't be stopping until she found satisfaction.

Saori had indeed crushed melons between her legs before. Oh, to be a melon, Kazu thought while still staring down. The rest of her track pants had long since been torn away, and barely anything was left of the spanks. As such, he had full view of Saori's thighs. "You're making me add things to the list," he said. To have his head or dick between thighs like hers was always a dream, whether he realized it or not. Perhaps they'd get around to that during this session, or perhaps... he'd save it for a later time. Regardless, Kazu knew what he wanted now. Saori herself didn't believe it was such a grand idea, however, granting him chances to back out even as she coerced him into sitting to be straddled.

His was the responsibility to explain to the others if Saori broke his cock. He fully believed her capable of doing something like that, but doubted he would fall victim. The intensity of those warnings, though... it made him think she must have had a bothersome past. Kazu stared into the woman's face. Why so many chances to change his mind? "You've never been able to go all-out before, have you?" he asked. One thing Kazuhiko never liked was someone having an inability to give their all to something that gave joy. Even though he doubted he'd suffer injury... if doing so was the risk taken by letting Saori push herself to new heights, he'd take that damage every time. "I'll be fine. Give me all you've got with no worries. If it breaks... no, that won't happen. If I let that happen, I'd miss out on seeing you enjoy yourself next time. There's too much I want to do with you for me to allow that♥~"

According to Kazuhiko the confirmation that Saori had once crushed a melon with her thighs made him add things to his list. At this point, she was quite sure that men had death wishes. She had to assume some sort of mental lapse to make someone want to put their head between someone's thighs when they'd admitted to being able to crush a melon. Human heads weren't that sturdy normally and she definitely had the experience in life now to know that information. "I don't know how to take that..." Saori said aloud.

Saori gave Kazuhiko plenty of warnings and the full ability to back out of this particular situation. Placing her in the driver's seat so to speak wasn't necessarily a good idea in her own experience. In general if she could move her own hips of her own accord completely someone was in danger. Though her experiences in the last couple of days gave a bit of hope, one of them had been situations in which she'd taken more than what was needed. She'd not allowed herself that kind of freedom with someone else's body. Deep within there was still a bit of trauma surrounding such a thing. Of course, Kazuhiko wasn't exactly dumb especially not in his current from he seemed to understand where her base reprehension came from. "I was a monster long before the magical world," she explained. The truth of the matter was, that there weren't many who matched up her physically when she was younger, and one of the few times she got past the start she hadn't been able to find satisfaction, instead that night ended up with a hospital trip, a night lamenting even trying to have sex in the first place, and... a lesbian experience. Well that was too much information to share for no reason.

So, she waited giving that time to back out but... much to her surprise he simply claimed it wouldn't be backing out. No, he claimed that he wouldn't break and that she should give it all she had. He claimed that if he let himself break, he'd not get to see her having fun and he didn't want that. He wanted to have fun with her next time too. Saori found herself looking down into Kazuhiko's face while her own blushed just a little. She felt something odd in her chest, like an abnormal beat, and came to a unique understanding. She knew in this moment, exactly why the girls outside were in the process of making the choices they were. "Sou ka, I didn't expect to hear something like that... but I suppose you fit the bill already," she mused while leaning in she pecked his lips. She felt he deserved that for making such a friendly offer even to his own potential detriment. Her own friends had once told her they could help her with the sadness she had surrounding her sex life and offered themselves to the situation. Odd though that was... it'd done what was necessary to help Saori out of her shell. If such a moment existed now, she supposed she had no choice but to take him at his word. He didn't lie anyway. And with their bodies already lined up, she began to sink down onto his manhood. She was kneeing with her legs on either side of his torso beginning to squeeze both externally and internally as she worked him into the tightness of her properly muscle controlled body. Such was somehow far tighter than any other method of entry like the muscles of her abdomen were simply always tensed from this exact angle and it contributed directly to the tightness of her sex. The oddity of this was, she hadn't tightened up all... it would be really obvious if she did.

"However you like," Kazu replied without hesitation. It didn't matter how Saori took his words; it only mattered how she took his actions. There was no effort to reject any ideas present, so he'd keep them logged for later. For now, he was more concerned with the development of something Saori had never gotten the full enjoyment of. He'd seen a number of women take to riding and seemingly find unspeakable pleasure in it. If she was missing out on that potential, there was a problem in need of rectification. Her problem extended beyond Alaya into her original life. The more Kazu learned about this, the worse it seemed. No way was he backing down now; there were too many reasons to chug forward.

Well, there was nothing for him to actually do. Saori was ultimately the one who had a movement to make, but first came the reddening of her face again. That sort of reaction kept happening around Kazu lately, even more so than during his random adventures of the past millennium. As for the transition itself, Saori's descent began in moments. Such a smothering experience it was; he would have assumed it was an anal insertion if not for the obvious wetness of it all. "Hngh─alright. Sign me up for something new and unexpected, I guess," he commented with an extended wince and accompanying clench. There was a plan he needed to execute, so he'd find a momentary distraction with that. Saori still had a top on; that couldn't stand. Well, he'd just casually go about grabbing her shirt and splitting it across the center to bare an unsurprising sports bra. That would have to be torn as well.

Kazuhiko claimed that Saori could take things as she liked. Well, she intended to do that but... it was quite dangerous as a thing to say given what they were already discussing, "Hai hai..." she murmured. Whatever the case, Saori was the one who had to lower herself onto his manhood and she did so. While her hands relaxed against his shoulders, she slid into position. Well, as easily as slid could be applied when one considered the sheer friction of a ride from her with this precise angle. It'd been quite a while since she made such a descent but still, she aimed to do it without potentially causing problems, and to get a feel for it. Still the fact that there was an obvious showing of surprise was somehow both comforting and disturbing. She knew that from this angle she was absolutely disasterous. She'd found that out when the idea of her taking charge had been passed around as a method of giving the man in question a break. It hadn't worked and the break he'd received was not at all what he'd thought he was signing up for.

Kazuhiko in this case, had been told... though not explicitly exactly the sort of situation this was, but she supposed some things had to believed. For now, she was receiving the first interesting moment for herself, when her own lowering stopped upon reaching the entrance of her womb. She'd not felt something like this before while being in charge of it. And the sensation alone made her pause as she exhaled at the same time that wince of Kazuhiko's took place. He claimed he was signed up for something new and unexpected, "Iia, I warned you," she mentioned as shirt was ripped away from her form. Up next would be sports bra but much like all her workout clothes she had dozens, it wasn't as if she'd miss any one set at all. "That's almost a relief..." she mentioned having someone buried not completely but some amount without this situation completely coming to an end while the tool was the fleshy sort she could feel the response of was refreshing. Well, being still wasn't really going to work so movements would have to begin. She started with shallow motions, simply lifting her hips and lowering them to move him away from her womb entrance then back towards it. Like this a gentle kind of sensation was being built up, but unlike others it had all the rhythm of a repeated reps cycling. Consistent as they were, ever so often, her core would tighten, though it was reflexive in nature. No purposeful strangulation of his manhood was applied, she was simply moving herself in the way which felt most natural to start such a thing.