Charles Patricius

Kazuhiko may have been warned of inevitable crushing, but words could never portray the same truth as actions. In fact, he couldn't even begin to quantify the sensations felt as Saori lowered herself onto him. He was smothered. He was pressed. He was crushed, squeezed, strangulated, and so much more... yet none of those descriptors seemed accurate enough. Kazu knew he could adjust with time, but first, distraction was necessary even for him. Once that sports bra was torn to let Saori's breasts spill forth, he had the greatest distraction of all right in front of him.

Ah, but the visual would never be enough. It was once again Kazu's turn to take ─ something he'd do very directly. He latched onto her left nipple, even applying gentle pressure with teeth while dragging into his mouth. A healthy drink would be of help, surely. Lo and behold, it seemed to be working. At least the adjustment period of Saori's initial rises and falls wasn't as madness-inducing as it could have been. Alas... that was the only salvation he had. With each shift came a restoration of pressure, alternating in patterns with relief that hardly freed him at all. Kazuhiko could feel already the danger of this ride. What was the big deal about goddesses anyway? He'd now slept with four 'normal' women who rivaled them ─ even surpassed them in certain ways. Saori was undoubtedly one such woman. No way would Kazu be letting her call him a slacker now. In fact, if he slacked for even a moment, Kazu knew he'd be bursting once again in such a short time. That couldn't be allowed, right?

Warnings were given but apparently they didn't suffice for the situation. Regardless of this outcome, it wouldn't be stopping Saori from her current path. The movements of her hips would be something that continued on, even as Kazuhiko found himself face to face with her chest. He may have hoped to distract himself and resist the squeeze while she began her ride, but... he would find his actions had consequences. In this case, that tugging of her nipple with his teeth before he took his drink, would be something that caused a jolt of sensation directly into her core. That stranglehold would only increase as she bumped him against the entrance of her womb and a little moan escaped her mouth. "Umphf♥!~"

Saori realized in this moment that he was resisting at least the immediate physical effects of being inside her, so he wasn't exactly as much of a slacker as she might have thought. Even so, there was still a thing missing, perhaps if she reached her building orgasm and he didn't simply explode inside her she'd mention it? And so she continued her hips taking those shallow motions as she crushed him within her, not only by her own musculature but by the magical nature of Kazuhiko's own pull. He might actually be suffering in the position he was in, but... he'd mentioned his own survival and as he hadn't been a liar so far she'd take him at his word. She'd concentrate on her own movements and enjoy anything he offered to the mix, while that occasional pulse became steadily more frequent. It'd only become odder as that new magical itch had her pressing down, bit by bit as she neared her own orgasm. Well, that'd be happening over the span of time. Down and up. Further down and up... further down and up, until... the breach was made and her walls properly collapsed in this position. And in that moment she reached her own happiness with a fleshy rod buried deep in her core... that truly was a relief. It was something she'd never managed even in the non-magical sense. It was far too good a feeling by itself for her to want to not experience it again.

It was nothing new for Kazuhiko to make things worse for himself in a technical sense. On the other hand, what was technically worse... was also so much better. Some consequences were positives. Even with an extra clench around his buried shaft, he felt victorious ─ especially upon hearing that noise slip between Saori's lips. He still felt something akin to seismic impact each time her walls tightened around him. Ah, but during each of those occurrences was a pulse from his end against those same walls. Things would be quite strange in the surrounding area if they were still in the mortal realm. At this point, even the subspace was beginning to quake.

Well... Kazuhiko himself couldn't tell the dimension was shaking. In his own perspective, it could have just been him. It was hard to perceive anything beyond the point of penetration, and still Saori wasn't done. This was still more normal, human-levels of depth until Saori's ride began progressing things further. He eventually grasped tightly at each of her sides, the tension in his body showing itself through those clenched fingers. In the moment of breeching, his efforts became fruitless... or rather, fruitful, if one took things literally. There was a single splash, not quite his full quantity of ejaculate, yet far more than a casual slip-up. It took enough willpower and effort to avoid gnawing Saori's nipple instead. All things considered, Kazu figured the better sacrifice was made. He even took the time to ensure no damage was dealt in the aftermath by opening his mouth fully. "Gah! You're a tough cookie! I'd say take it easy, but... keep it coming!" he insisted. Even though he was barely holding on to this form's sanity, excitement was steadily climbing. Even Kazuhiko thought he might be drained dry by session's end.

The pulses within this magical dimension felt more akin to what she'd felt while entering the house during that incident which broke most of the glass within it. Saori understood the combinations which made such a thing happen, but a little shaking was far from the worst thing to happen. She'd consider it much like her fists meeting objects which actually held up to the force. Still, the fact that such a thing was taking place inside her body was something all together different. That struggle and little noise would eventually be joined by other things, as Kazuhiko let go or rather let slip in a couple of different ways.

The first of which was the expulsion into her womb in a rather direct way. It wasn't what she'd come to know as a full blast from Kazuhiko but it was still enough to add to her existing orgasm. "MMmmm!~" she groaned against the sensation while her body reacted to it. With Kazuhiko letting go of her nipple that pulsing sensation within her loins became a primary feeling. What did Kazuhiko have to say with his mouth unoccupied. She was touch and he'd like to tell her to take it easy. Still she could see the building excitement and felt it in a clutch of her sides which physically was way more what she wanted out of a situation. If everything with her was a fight, she'd consider this a moment of grappling in a very specific way. Still... that was just a start, so perhaps it was time for a bit more, now that she'd adjusted to the feel. Still, his words were encouraging, "Alright, but you asked for it. I'm not taking your complaints after!" Saori said. That extended survival was commendable but if she was to continue she'd need a bit more leverage. She began moving her hips again all the while using consistent movements, but more force on those downward strokes. She'd push against the man's fore while doing this. Giving herself a better range of motion which came with greater depth. It would be now that the natural flex of her muscles both internal and external increased by a great margin. But still it wasn't a matter of speed for Saori, no... she was looking for intensity instead. "You're still slacking by the way. The whole point of a ride is resistance. Do it with the rest of you..." she claimed. As her thighs flexed around his torso. What she needed was a mount that bucked... obviously that was how you knew you were riding.

There would be no complaints from Kazuhiko, no matter the outcome. Even if the supposed breaking he didn't think possible were to occur, it would be his fault for biting off more than he could chew. Oh well; his primary objective was fun, and that involved avoiding that eventuality. All that took was some heavy focus, even though that hadn't worked spectacularly thus far. Luckily for Kazuhiko... the end was never the end. In this case, the end was truly just a beginning ─ one which Saori had some words to start. Rides were given purpose by resistance, she claimed.

No lies were spoken. Even in this current position, Kazuhiko had a part to play. Of course, that could have been leagues easier than it was. "No need to rush. Trust the process and take the stillness as a compliment." With that said, Kazuhiko felt ever so slightly spiteful. He released Saori's sides, one arm extending behind himself to support against the bed. With his other hand, he reached behind Saori, making a swift and firm impact with her rear ─ one that lingered to become a firm grasp. With two points of leverage in place, he'd proceed to become that bucking mount Saori sought. Actually, a bit of movement from his own end served as another viable distraction for Kazu. Perhaps he should have started earlier after all.

Kazuhiko had no complaints, but Saori was developing an odd thirst. With the ability to complete the first round for herself without a hitch she would have to continue. One couldn't get rid of multiple lives worth of trauma in a single moment. No... it was time to build upon experiences. And in her general way... to allow her friend to be of use to her, as odd as that made her feel. But oddities were not being discussed currently, she was too busy communicating her rather demanding desire to continue with resistance. Kazuhiko had no way of knowing, but such a demand wasn't actually very normal for Saori, she didn't expect to get this far. Oh well, it seemed her demands were being responded to, with a bit of snark and a plea for acknowledgement and trust.

Saori was told not to rush, and to trust the process... she'd scoff in response to that. Whether this could be considered a win in her favor or not, she was far from just making those kinds of assumptions. "If stillness is a compliment then knockouts are flirting..." she asserted. Granted given her personality that might have been true for her at some point. Whatever the case, there was something new. Kazuhiko leaning back and slapping her rear, causing a odd reaction as he began to buck his hips. What sound would escape this very adult woman? "Hehehe!~" a giggle. She giggled in response to the physical stimuli and the start of movement. And found it rather easy to meet bucking motions with the movements of her own hips. She wouldn't be talking about that little noise that escaped her initially. No, she was too busy having fun. In this case, her legs tightened around his torso and her movements shifted so that she was doing down when he was coming up and vice versa. Powerful were the meetings against the end of her womb, and they left her swooning as she happily matched this kind of pace and chased a more intense orgasm than previously offered.

There was a snarky aura radiating from both parties involved in this experience. It seemed fated to constantly bounce from one to the other, with Saori presently comparing his alleged 'compliment' to another hypothetical. Perhaps knockouts could be likened to flirting in the right circumstance. Either way, Kazuhiko would instead be twisting words a bit in his response. "Sure, why not? If you flirted with me, I think it would be a knockout. That has to count for something~" he chimed.

Once again, Kazuhiko was learning. He'd been getting better and better at well-placed things that would have once been considered too awkward to even attempt. Now, a slap on the ass that had once been attempted as an accident, was done with purpose... and to seemingly great effect. He'd have to go for another if the moment ever presented itself. Saori didn't have to speak on her reaction; Kazu already had it engraved in his mind. He'd keep it there long after combined efforts produced a proper rhythm between bodies and... ever so slightly endangered the subspace over time. Somewhere outside, even Marisbury began feeling the rumbling of high physicality and great spiritual depth colliding. Time may not have been passing, but it seemed a lot of time would be burned away. How much time? Well, that was of no importance at all. . .

In response to questioning if knockouts counted as flirting, a twisting of words occurred. Kazuhiko claimed that her flirting with him could be counted as a knockout. She scoffed once more, he'd always been a bit cheeky but this more mature form of him was something else entirely. His attitude matched something that Saori needed, a bit of assurance and self confidence went quite a long way with her more challenging personality. Oh well, she could enjoy it. "You know what, that was cute. I'll let you have it," she conceded. Oh, when did she start making concessions?

Well, she didn't have much of a choice at present. Given their combined rhythm she was having the time of her life. The crashing into this space as a pure physical match to overwhelming spiritual might was the kind of fight that Saori didn't know she needed in either of her lives. But now that she was experiencing it. She was having the time of her life. As time progressed she'd find herself repeatedly crashing against his pelvis while her arms ended up wrapped around his rather massive upper body. Nothing stopped the intensity of her lower body but a certain level of intimacy was achieved as she reached orgasm in the next however long. Such a thing came unexpectedly and caused her to continue her motions even through the intense squeeze, as if she thought there was more sensation to wring out of it. This was the resistance she was looking for and she'd be having it as she pleased for as long as she could take it.

Kazuhiko was experiencing a bit of déjà vu. In this subspace, there was no cycling between day and night. Whatever light there was beyond those magical walls, was exactly what it would be regardless of time spent within. As such, it was comparable to his time spent in the Nexus. Minutes were obviously passing as they perceived them, but how many? How many times had minutes become an hour, and how many hours accumulated into days? The answer was not Kazuhiko's to determine; he could only keep track of events.

Those events happened to be ejaculation, just as before. Two, four, seven, nine; Saori was having the easiest time bringing them out of the male. In her case, he was naught but a wet towel she had every ability to wring out repeatedly. So it was; so it would be. At a certain point, the throbbing of his erection was unending. Sena's code was advanced as much as it needed to be. Whenever that happened, Kazu didn't know; he'd long since given up keeping track. There was one thing he hadn't given up on, though. "It's been a while, and you're not any looser. You don't get to play at being an old maid anymore when you're capable of something like this," he commented. Kazu's body was glistening with sweat. His breathing was labored, and he'd lost his ability to sit upright. He had instead taken a horizontal position, back against the mattress and knees elevated at the other end of Saori to enable upward thrusting that was more like a workout routine than anything. That twitchy dick of his was working overtime. It was by sheer force of will and spiritual capacity that he'd manage to last against the crushing force of Saori this long. On the positive side, he'd yet to find a limit to his enhanced stamina.

No cycling of day or night wasn't just a thing noted by Kazuhiko. In this space Saori felt like time passed but not in any normal way. If anything she'd have to count her own orgasms as markers and she'd stopped counting those after her releases from oral stimulation alone. That same count had only restarted with her mounting Kazuhiko and since doing so, she'd lost count once more after determining that he could resist the sheer crushing force of her insides. It was giving her something quite new to consider. At the very least finding someone that wasn't crushed by her, made it worthwhile to consider the future.

In the here and now though, she'd found herself capable of attaining relief in all the ways she'd come to like. And moving well past her ingrained traumas and into a new sort of understanding, both of herself and this act called sex. Kazuhiko's words about how she carried herself made her scoff, even as she moved herself to meet his upward thrusts with both hands resting on his pecs using him for extra leverage. "Oi, cut that out! I wasn't going for old maid... more like no nonsense big sis," she said having her own jokes to make. "Also I've relaxed quite a bit already..." she claimed about the nature of her core, as if to prove it, she continued that ride, but had a plan for a certain and sure action. She was satisfied which was something quite uncommon for her. She decided in the moment to give Kazuhiko something he'd technically asked for. "Ready up, slacker... I've got one more thing I want to do... just to see how it goes~" she claimed. Ah, and what would that be? As she neared orgasm, that pulsing of her loins would continue, but unlike other times, she'd tighten her core with purpose, intentionally adding a strangling squeeze to the lad below her before she relaxed properly, coming to a complete stop. She'd done more than enough, it was time to give her muscles a break.