Charles Patricius

"They don't!" Charlemagne agreed. Surely the other versions of Miko understood where Anais was coming from, but there was one major difference between them. Anais had been waiting 300 years. The others could say the same by proxy, but they weren't still in wait. Charlemagne himself was also on edge, having something so freely offered and obviously ready, but being denied access repeatedly. At this point, he wondered if going through with the act would count well enough toward the 'special moment' they initially sought.

According to Miko, neither he nor Anais could be trusted. Perhaps that was true... but that little bit of wiggling from each of them was doing something incredible until the Adventurer pulled Anais away. Charlemagne was once again throbbing furiously with no relief in sight. Ah, but relief would always come with this group. The plantlike version called Nym offered herself in Anais's place. She even moved right into place, putting Charlemagne and herself in position to begin kissing. "Well... when in Rome," Charlemagne said, moving in with his full body without further hesitation. He grabbed the green one by the midsection and quickly had his tongue slipping between those slick lips, all while rubbing the whole of his groin against her thigh. Something was odd about this one's texture; her entire body felt lubricated as if she bathed in oil. There was a light stickiness to it as well, which Charlemagne seemed equally drawn to. Moreover, he felt the touch of various tentacle-like extremities ─ something that reminded him of one particular day with Sakura. This session would be something very different.

The denial of Charlemagne and Miko was something strictly done for their own good. Miko understood that waiting after a decision always felt bad, but the ends would justify the means taken eventually. And to help everyone involved. The other girls would go about quelling Anais for a few moments while Nym did a reasonable job of becoming a distraction for Charlemagne. Though Miko knew by her earlier conversations with Kazuhiko she couldn't expect a great deal of ease, his showing with Angelica simply meant that when he went looking for something he wasn't going to stop until he got to it.

That was fine, so long as he was keeping with his idea of a special moment or date. They could keep them separate enough to make sure they didn't go too crazy. Speaking of crazy, Nym was offering herself as relief, with kisses and vines taking up the area around them, she found Charlemagne rubbing against one of her thighs and immediately opened her legs to allow him the space between her slightly sticky moist thighs instead. With his tongue within her mouth, Nym was offered an interesting mix of Charlemagne and Anais, it was nice, and ingesting it would change the concentration of that mixture that oozed from her body. It would heighten sexual senses in this case, for all present, which was fine given the amount of sexual activity already in place. Since he had her by the midsection the shifting of her thighs would be one thing as her hands touched the whole of his back, slipping along the ridges of his muscles while she tongue wrestled him. In truth, her body was quite ready for any form of copulation, they only needed to decide the method, and she... was feeling passive enough to let Charlemagne decide for the most part.

Nym was a viable distraction from the apparent obsessive behavior Charlemagne and Anais were sharing. Any of the girls present would have been such, but Nym was one he'd yet to properly experience while also being the one he'd already aligned himself to spiritually. The flavor of her mouth was familiar from her earlier decision to mount his face... though it did seem to change just slightly as their tongues swabbed each other moving forward. In such close proximity with her arms wrapped around him and her legs opening, he felt the difference in textures this one presented. That sticky slickness spreading all over her body was one thing, but there was contrast to be found from the mossy leaves in select areas of her form. In Charlemagne's mind, he'd soon enough be fucking the forest itself.

Actually... a funny thought crossed his mind. Charlemagne randomly began snickering into Nym's mouth as his cock rubbed against her... petals? Yes, that seemed right in this case. "My bad," he apologized during the slightest retreat from Nym's mouth. He didn't move away enough to keep their lips from touching, but that was a conscious decision. "I just thought this isn't what people meant when they told me to touch grass," he explained. "But whatever. Fucking grass counts, right?" With that question hanging in the air, Charlemagne did decide how they would approach penetration. He was already in position to enter the girl as they were. All he did was shift both hands downward, intending to pull her legs around himself and slide her gradually onto his rod from the seated position.

The shared obsessive behavior between Charlemagne and Anais was something which every girl present understood. Any of them would throw themselves at the man before them and all of them understood the patience and negative situation that Anais had put herself in, while not being able to properly confess her feelings. Anais at least understood this so while, Robin and the Adventurer coddled Sinais, Anais had a quiet conversation with Miko, having decided to lean a bit more sadist in the moments since being stopped from enjoying Charlemagne.

While that took place, Nym was introduced to the curiosity of laughter from Charlemagne. According to him, there was a joke to be found about touching grass. She couldn't help but look at him with her face slightly tilted as she considered his exact words. "Oh? But I am a viable option for that too~" she said seemingly amused. Ah, but it wasn't just that, it would become something more as the shift finally occurred. "Fucking me definitely counts," she agreed in the odd way that she spoke about things as if they were absolute facts. When she left Charlemagne to decide how they would interact, she was lifted and shifted until she was in his lap and they'd begin copulation. Her legs would easily be found going along with the motions he presented, wrapping them around his midsection as she began to lower onto his tool. "This is perfect," she said happily. Still, she was allowing her hands to travel around his form and up. She'd noticed those ethereal antlers and wondered if they needed a bit of feeding and stimulation, she'd allow her hands to wander his scalp while she happily descended on his rod, and her core tightened around him.

In time, Charlemagne became ignorant to the goings-on around him once more. He had a habit of situational tunnel vision in passionate moments. The seated sex position he and Nym were entering was an amount of intimacy he didn't often find himself feeling, but it seemed right for the moment. Once her legs were in place, Charlemagne was able to slide his hands back up her sides and, moments later, onto her back. Of course, there was another form of sliding happening. Nym slid onto his cock with an ease that seemed beyond abnormal even for one of Miko's forms. They were all unusually slick within, as he well knew from first discovering how much liquid Miko produced from both top and bottom. This one... was something else.

Slow as insertion was, Charlemagne felt enough to figure out exactly what was going on. That sap-like essence leaking from her body was most concentrated inside her. It was thick, slippery and sticky all at once. If he'd ever imagined slipping his dick into a pocket of hot honey... well, even that wouldn't compare. "C'est quoi..." he murmured under his breath. Charlemagne couldn't keep his hips from shifting beneath Nym's to pump his way into her deepest depths. For all of these girls to be aspects of Iino Miko, she had to be a very versatile girl long before becoming Anais.

Charlemagne wasn't the only person who suffered from situational tunnel vision. Iino Miko had only recently mentioned having the same problem and as Charlemagne lost sight of everyone else in the orgy they were having, Iino Miko was having her blindness pointed out once more... along with a bit of appreciation from her softest self. "I meant to say before... thank you for doing what I couldn't and actually getting that confession out," she mentioned softly as her fingers explored Iino Miko's core with her fingers. "Iia, you don't have to thank me for that... I think that one was easier for me. I'm a bit more rash and all..." Miko mentioned. "Huh, we really are bad at accepting gratitude. Though us two share a problem so I think I'll help you with yours... " Anais mentioned. Miko looked at her other self curiously, she didn't think she had a similar problem so she supposed whenever that came back up, it would make more sense.

Of course, what wasn't going to make sense, was the nature of sex with the plant that was Nym. Those hips shifting beneath Nym made her respond in kind. The warm stickiness of her depths would come with an almost constricting tightness as her hips moved in little circles in response to the movements below her. Her own hands continued to explore and as that happened she spread her stickiness around quite a bit. Just the same the little buds at the top of her head were becoming bigger and more weighted. It was as if something could make her bloom. And even her little exhales were full of fragrance and appeal.

Nym wasn't the only one experiencing a form of blooming as she gyrated in Charlemagne's lap. The longer contact lasted, and in fact the longer he stayed in this planet's atmosphere, the more extreme his mana reserves felt. He could essentially feel his soul growing, though he didn't realize it meant those ethereal antlers atop his head were extending and branching out. For all he knew, the sensation atop his head was just a residual tingle from Nym's earlier touching. In truth, was that growth that continued as he unleashed more of his potential, with growth pattern guided in part by that same contact.

Whatever the case, Charlemagne's hips were beginning to rotate as well. The stirring motion within Nym that came as a result of their combined efforts, was more of a low-impact ordeal than he'd become adjusted to. Why did he find it so enjoyable? Well, everything was enjoyable in its time, but something was different about this. It was by compulsion that he offered a teasing tongue, aiming to bait Nym's from her mouth to take it between his own lips. If he managed, he'd immediately realize something he'd been missing. This one was like... a honeysuckle with persimmon flavoring somehow scientifically grafted onto its nectar production. Even when realizing this, Charlemagne's eyes would be drawn to the sides of Nym's head where those budding flowers grew.

Nym and Charlemagne were having an already very interesting session. From Nym's perspective, this was becoming a thing to stick to, perhaps the clingy behavior of her base self was a bit different in this plant-like form. The expanse of moss they were all laying upon was growing still, and as it grew and collected more mana it wouldn't be slowing in its growth rate at all. Just the same, Nym couldn't help herself as she allowed her fingers to play along Charlemagne's scalp as she continued to see something ethereal and felt the need to help it along.

Just the same, she was being helped along. A teasing tongue temped her actions and as one who didn't know denial in the traditional sense, Nym couldn't help what would be happening as her own tongue moved to meet Charlemagne's. With her tongue between his lips and her hips still gyrating in his lap, a tiny noise escaped her as those little buds on the side of her head continued to grow in size as she took in more and more nutrients. Just the same as the buds on her head, several seemed to be appearing around the bed on one the vines, though for whatever reason they'd yet to flower. Instead of dwelling on this, her body continued to move her hips seeming to enjoy the continued actions and her body aimed to suffocate the man within her drowning him in nectar, even her tongue seemed to be covered by it as he captured it. The only choice would be to take in more of her.

Antlers and flowers weren't the only things growing as Charlemagne and Nym explored one another. Jupiter, the planet they were currently upon, was not a place even denizens of Alaya such as them could readily inhabit. The atmosphere was vast, thin at its entry and impossibly dense as depth was gained. It was all a matter of ambient mana spreading across the planet from a key point ─ a point they were presently at the epicenter of. They resided within what earthlings acknowledged as the Great Red Spot, in its eye ─ the only place there was calmness. Even within that vacuum, the sessions taking place were creating another spiral of wind and cloud. The original was larger than their home planet. This one they spawned into existence within, may have currently been the size of a large kingdom made spherical. Here, at its center... plant life was being made.

Ah, but nothing bloomed just yet. Minutes more would pass with no outstanding alterations, but over time, Charlemagne felt his own hips spiraling at a faster pace to stir Nym's insides with equivalent rapidity. Just the same, his arms were urging the green girl to match that speed. He even encouraged a rise and fall as well. Why did he bother? Well, several minutes of continuous activity within that sap-filled canal was doing more for Charlemagne than he normally experienced. Everything felt like so much more than it was, even Nym's hands on his body and his hands on hers. Yet another explosion would come from Charlemagne and enter Nym's body, but despite feeling strange about it happening this time... this burst wouldn't just be spreading outward in the same way as the others.

Antlers and flowers were one thing, but all the girls who weren't currently being plowed could see the changing weather and feel the differences happening around them. It was quite odd to realize but Riri had mentioned the idea of 'seeding' a planet, perhaps she meant that more literally than anyone but Nym knew. Whatever the case, the storm around them hadn't ever appeared to be a problem and aside from feeling the gravity none of them seemed to be very worried about anything.

At the same time, Nym was following Charlemagne's lead. She left herself open to nudging in various ways and would respond in kind to the energy put forth. Her rather passive behavior was quite normal for her. Her body encouraged him to feel more and in feeling more he encouraged her movements. The speed and movement of her hips was increased as well, she couldn't help but enjoy the sensation as well, "Oh? Like this?" she questioned almost innocently as her hips began to raise and lower as she gyrated in his lap. She couldn't help but keep up the sensations and her own canal was being properly manipulated in such a way to help her feel like she was getting more and more for the movements. Hands, bodies, the slick fluid which appeared from her and spread all around his body, that twisting sensation of his cock, oh. Everything was great, so great in fact that when the build up finally reached its pinnacle she had no idea what would happen. But still she fully accepted it, into the depths of her being. Minutes had passed and the sensation or orgasm had been building and then it spilled over. As the explosion spread in her body, Nym's belly distended initially and then several things happened at once. "Hmmmmahhaaaa♫~" she sang her orgasm as the bed they laid upon expanded exponentially. The flowers on her head bloomed into soft pink lilies and everything became more dense, including the vine filled leafy hair she had which grew down to waist length in a matter of seconds. Several of these flowers appeared around this bed, but also the bed itself seemed to extend downward but not really, there was no where for those roots to go as they descended initially, but that wasn't a problem either, "I bloomed♪!~" Nym sang excitedly. At the same time those on the bed seemed to feel the extra growth as well. It was all very different and there was one other oddity, as all those nutrients were absorbed, Nym's body continued to grow. She fell back, away from Charlemagne but her body seemed to take up more and more space, her thighs were eventually thicker than the average person was tall but she maxed out at a mere 12 feet in height.