Charles Patricius

Kazuhiko very much enjoyed dealing with this time-traveling pair. Every time they met in a different way, there was a new discovery to make. That spiral of mana Kimiko felt in her bottom was something he remembered applying. Kimiko herself may have been a bit snippy about confirming it, but... he definitely knew what it was. "That's awesome! I mean, I knew it worked before, but I figured it wouldn't respond in this body or in a time before I put it there. That just makes the plan easier!" he exclaimed jovially. As for the plan itself, Kazu put it into action posthaste, first by adding a twisting motion to his hips. Once the process of stirring Kimiko's rear began properly, his hand moved to cup the very same cheek that first swirl had been applied to. A stirring of the soul would ensue, opposing the motions of his dick and mana within her. This one didn't need to be told what happened when hurricanes and typhoons met one another, nor did she need to know what it felt like inside her own body by now. If anything, Kazu would be keeping his camera at the ready for the coming moments... all to give his past self another goal to reach for.

Ari did enjoy figuring out the 'killing' part of encounters on her own, and such wanted no spoilers of the potential future event. Yugi shrugged. "I never said you killed it. That's part of the unknown list," he answered. Apostles and those they were connected to remained a relative mystery, even to those who vacationed in the time vortex itself. No matter; it was more imperative to someone like Yugi that people of Ari's ilk be flustered at every viable opportunity. He didn't have to say, she claimed. She was wrong. "Yeah I did," he insisted. With that, they would begin the session at long last. Ari had but a single warning as he gradually entered her body, and... it wasn't much of a warning at all, really. Yugi took more from the panting that occurred as he slid forward. "You think I'll complain about being on the bottom? As if. Careful, though. Talking like that will lead to you falling for different reasons~" he teased while reaching the end of her canal, where he proceeded to throb against her cervix. "Unless that's what you want♥~"

It would seem Kimiko's snippy answers were enough for someone like Kazuhiko to run with his assumptions. Marks placed on the soul responded to the one's who placed them or more accurately the soul of those who created them. It was easy enough for something to exist on a soul that would be there to respond to the right energy contact. "It wouldn't respond to your younger self, it'd only respond to my Ouki. That's the way stuff like that works~" she claimed. Kazuhiko would go through quite a lot in his life, changing him into the version of the man who was her favorite to interact with. As it stood, the body he was currently inhabiting was only just beginning that journey so... it'd be a while yet. How would she be rewarded for telling him this information? A swirling sensation in her rear, which was met with an opposing one from her soul. Ooh, that was always something interesting. A pair of storms seemed to be combining within her soul. As the swirls reached their maximum her face changed. She drooled her tongue flew out of her mouth and her body hummed with erratic energy. It was always such a chaotic feeling, it always fed so many different aspects of her to feel it. She'd do nothing but enjoy it in the meantime.

Ari on the other hand was being told about a version of her who might not have killed something, interesting. "Sou ka, it's always nice when you can't kill something. Though I feel like I should worry, I tend to marry things I can't appropriately kill," she murmured seeming to tease herself about a bad habit she currently had. Oh well, her violence was one thing, her attitude was another and now, without question she was living a different kind of life. Yugi claimed he had to say the thing he did, and she could only disagree, she knew it was one of those little jabs to make her fluster, but that didn't stop the natural reaction. Her body was always a traitorous little beast, and being reborn had changed nothing about it. Still he finally reached the end, of her, without crossing the barrier, he throbbed against the entrance to her womb and teased her about his placement in this endeavor. "Hmphf, say that now..." she murmured still there was more to do and depth to reach, she didn't remember telling him he could hold back against her either. "What I want is for you to finish what you started!" she snapped, "Deeper!" a command to be taken the way she wished was exactly what she would do, as her body waited for compliance and she fell into the groove of such an activity.

As Kazu received a more proper explanation of how certain magical interactions worked throughout space and time, he found satisfaction. He would have missed the ability to abuse this particular interaction. Now that he had it, though, he wouldn't be wasting any time. Two active mana storms happening within a single body was dangerous. Forming them within a body with such dense mana was even more dangerous over time, but... they'd done worse. What did it matter if they nearly made a black hole or something again? Not worrying about something like that allowed him the freedom to keep pumping into Kimiko's rectum while collecting images of her reaction to the magic. Ah, but there was more. Kazuhiko decided to leave his former self a video as well this time ─ one he started recording only after speaking of its existence. "That's my Ishy! Let's push it! I'm switching to video!" he announced.

Much to her own credit, Ari did have an interesting track record of marrying people she had issues attempting to kill. He'd been one of those, and so had at least two others. What of the Apostle, though? Well... "You do have a habit of that, huh?" he replied, neither confirming nor denying any marriage she had or didn't have to the aforementioned being. Moving on, the topic of Yugi finding himself on the bottom was one Ari continued to push. No way would he think negatively of that eventuality. For now though, he was content to rest where he was... until Ari began spewing demands as he knew she always would. Deeper, she ordered. A wide grin spread across Yugi's face, and that poor counter's fate was sealed for the near future. "Well who would I be to disappoint Artoria Pendragon herself? A shit knight, I think?" he said cheekily. The density of his mana entered her womb before he did so physically, only intensifying as he actually pushed beyond that final barrier to legitimately fill the chamber. "Deep enough, or is this an Origin deep kind of day? You tell me."

Kazuhiko and Kimiko were combining things that should have likely been left separate. It wasn't their first time doing so, and probably wouldn't be their last, it was very much a thing Kimiko enjoyed along with generally getting herself wrecked. As a low pressure system and a high pressure system of opposite polarities met within her body, Kimiko felt the density of her own mana and his meeting and couldn't keep the pleasurable sounds from escaping her. She knew her face was probably doing several crazy things, from her eyes rolling back to her tongue hanging out, maybe even a little drooling, though she wasn't as prone to that one as some others. Ah, but what was he saying now? He was switching to video! "You're going to have me looking crazy in 4k!~" she mused not even knowing if that one made sense in the present time, but such jokes were too normal for her to avoid. She happily continued moaning, moving and feeling that magic condensing in the deepest parts of her body. Making a storm like this had some magical effects which would reverberate quite a bit but that was neither here nor there... it was nothing which couldn't be handled.

Speaking of things that couldn't be handled, the bad habits of the blonde now leaned against the counter were acknowledged. She was made only passingly curious by the idea that may she'd decided to marry whatever an apostle was, based solely on the fact that she'd not managed to kill it. Perhaps some would say that her litmus test for potential partners was a bit odd, but it was definitely a mark of hers. She'd accept it and move on from now. Whatever the case, that throbbing against her cervix would not be allowed to be the end of anything. In fact, she'd not taken anything like that even before... she was definitely not accepting anything resembling a half-assed attempt. Ah, but it seemed he acknowledged that with gusto. Providing her with filling sensation that was thick while only being the 'atmosphere' of such a sensation and then moving on to passing the barrier in question. Her knees wobbled just a bit at the sudden intrusion. "Definitely that..." she wheezed out as her core convulsed and she felt that tension ease just a bit. That being said she was far from being disappointed and in the here and now. "I'm still standing~" she mentioned in a teasing voice as she regained her balance and bounced back against him. Was there even any point in holding back? No one among them would ever encourage such a thing... "Is there even any point in asking that right now?" she countered. "I didn't say it was deep enough~" she claimed.

Kazuhiko may have been actively evolving the approach of his past self here and now, all by providing a video of Kimiko instead of just the pictures. Some things were too great for still images, he once learned. The ability to see movement, to hear sounds, to process words and phrases, all to truly replicate the moment and leave no room for memory lapses ─ these were features he found worthwhile. Kimiko however, thought she'd be caught looking crazy in 4k resolution. What an interesting thing that was to say right after his recording started; it triggered a certain desire within the male as he watched her face contort. "As if! You look way more awesome now! Say hi~" he urged. In the meantime, the pair of storms occurring inside Kimiko had something slipping between them. Streaks of mana were bursting forth like lightning within the storm, delivering unto Kimiko sensations well beyond anything produced with physical movement ─ even without altering any movements he made. Such would be how he continued for some time to come.

Yugi's maneuver to abuse his own mana's nature seemed effective as always, causing a wobble in the blonde's legs as he moved toward 'true penetration' as it was often called. She agreed that he'd be a terrible knight to disappoint in this moment, but that didn't seem it would be the case at all. She regained balance before any major alterations took place. Still standing indeed was the woman, but what did Yugi think of that? "For now, yeah," he said simply. When receiving Artoria's counter, he sensed... a challenge of sorts. If she didn't think the end of her womb was deep enough, surely she was signing herself up for something on a different type of scale entirely. Yes, that must have been the reason for that long ponytail ─ something for Yugi to snatch with one hand as his pelvis slammed into her backside for the second thrust. Stretching her entrance and womb wouldn't be enough, especially when she could handle so much more. "Then what are you saying? Instructions unclear; dick stuck in limbo," he stated. Even so, his mana signature was already creeping its way into the fabric of her soul, reaching out first to parallels of herself in a technically dangerous manner. If he kept at it, there was a chance of some issues to fix in this reality later, but... what was the point of cars having brakes anyway?

Crazy in 4k was actually something Kimiko found to be quite normal. Even so, those with the realest version of images of her, never had a cross word to say about those images they received. In fact, the future form of Kazuhiko was on a very odd mailing list of hers in the past, where she'd send him a batch of images to help pick her favorites. No matter, if a video was what he wanted, a video he would receive. Still, she was told to say 'hi' and complimented so why not? "Hi...Hyuck!~" a bit of a storm was one thing, but those lightning strikes within her person were something all together different. She found herself moaning and hiccupping instead. Well, no matter she was having quite the good time already so there was no need to do anything but enjoy the experience. She moved her hips, contributing to that storm, all the while they worked her together to another orgasm. The magical nature of the space around them would do a bit to hold it in, but 'Diviner' was becoming a space occupied by the divine instead of one that simply dressed people divinely.

At the same time, Artoria Pendragon was busy holding herself up against one of those rare unstoppable forces she seemed to enjoy encountering. "I don't need that kind of negativity right now," she affirmed as she found her balance and bounced her rear back against him. She'd had her core desire acknowledged and the lad had plunged all the way into her depths. There was the odd weight associated with him which had her feeling something almost oppressive just from the feeling of his cock buried within her. And what was more, it wouldn't be stopping. She knew this man quite well by now, and knew that he didn't resist things he was provoked into regardless of the consequences. She'd once questioned this, but now it was simply something to take advantage of, "I'm saying go as deep as you can... no one comes to you for anything half-assed," she asserted. She could already feel it. Though he'd claimed to be in limbo, she was sure from the core of her being she felt other versions of herself already experiencing the kind of pressure she did. Such should have been dangerous but that was his problem to fix if it caused it. Yes, that was how she decided to think about it, and that is how most people thought about interactions with him. Instead she'd enjoy the feeling of a single entity touching multiple aspects of her existence across space time through her.

Well, Kazuhiko certainly got the 'hi' he was looking for. He got that, and a bit more, through the camera phone for his younger self's viewing pleasure. The memories he had of this event were even beginning to shift accordingly, as if they were blown around between the storms and supercharged by the pulses. Obviously, these alterations were safer than he thought. Nothing else in his memory changed, as the goal he decided upon this day was a firm one regardless. No... actually, something did change. His past self was becoming even more dedicated in the time leading toward a reunion with Kimiko. The day they met again had become a bit more intense than he first remembered, but surely that was fine. Actually, since things were already changing and he'd successfully gotten that greeting, Kazuhiko wondered why he shouldn't make another push when Kimiko reached orgasm again. In the end, he decided there was no reason to avoid taking the chance. "Oi oi, everything's getting way better! Anything else while we're rolling?"

Meanwhile, another form of time was being endangered in a very different way. First came Artoria's mention of negativity, which Yugi wholly disagreed with. "Isn't falling positive? This isn't a war," he responded most casually before moving on. In progressing toward the next topic, he found that breach of Artoria's soul expanding even further still, and with much rapidity. She wanted him to go as deep as he could. True enough, Yugi was never one to half-ass his effort in these situations. Interestingly enough, he could sense the variants reached by his soul. Among the closest was not a matter of time or actual closeness to Yugi himself, but instead one of proximity. Hoshimi Eri, her 'original' self, wasn't very far from their current location. Such was the problem he'd considered, but also a problem he didn't care much about right now. "All ass or no ass. You got it, Ari♥~" he agreed while pulling that ponytail closer to his own torso and stretching himself through her timestream. He'd do so until he reached what some would call... an Old One deep, deep down the multitude of lines. Every version of Artoria would be feeling the force of his thrusts henceforth ─ even those which didn't exist yet.

Kimiko's day was going swimmingly. She knew for a fact that whatever she'd done this particular day, definitely influenced the actions of the lad she was with, by a lot. She had that knowledge already simply remembering her own first day with him, even so... that didn't mean she'd short him anything on their 'first' meeting, so long as it didn't have the sort of effects on the time line that would need to be fixed later. Using his older self as a medium she was allowed to have the fun she'd been missing out on when they'd first encountered each other and... thus felt a bit more pliable. She'd given him his hello, even with proverbial cosmic lightning striking in her soul. And it would only get worse as he continued on, she was moving towards orgasm with rapidity, but there was nothing to be done about it. By the time he asked her if she had anything else to say, she was so close to orgasm that she only wanted one thing, "Blah!~ You know better, if I wanted to say stuff, I would, just fuck me~" she sounded like she was begging and in truth she was, she was far too close to the edge of the abyss to back off now. No, she needed a release, of the stormy variety, even if it meant her full destruction. Kimiko was technically a very specific kind of girl, she wanted partners who took charge of her life in one aspect, because she spent so much time in control of all other aspects. If she decided someone was good enough to fuck, they didn't need extra permissions or anything like that... just to get to work.

Meanwhile, falling was presumed to be a positive, as this wasn't a war. "It's always war...." Artoria claimed. Even if she willingly walked into these sorts of situations which would destroy her sensibilities, that didn't mean she always felt like losing. Those things had to be separated and she had to take victory in her valiant efforts instead of the outcome, such was how she made peace with her own behavior. It was probably also how she ended up married to the ones she didn't want to kill. In the meantime Artoria was hearing something she'd heard quite a few times dealing with this one, 'All ass or no ass...' was one of those odd statements which always rang true to her, even in her more prim and proper forms. "Good!~" she claimed, as he pushed even further in. The movements of her hips were something she was in control of, but she could barely tell with the sheer pressure being extended across her existence. She could feel it in versions of her she knew and those she didn't. It only became more intense the deeper in he went, until that feeling met even the eldest version of the woman in front of him and it seemed to even crack an eye at the intrusion but enjoy it nonetheless. The tightening of her core, which started wouldn't be stopping. These sorts of entanglements usually meant she'd lose control of her legs in the near future, but that was also fine, for the time she had them, she'd use them even as she orgasmed repeatedly under his scurtiny.

When dealing with Ashikaga Kimiko, there was always one certainty. Either one would rise to challenges spoken and unspoken, or one would fall. Once upon a time, Kazuhiko did both. Earlier this very day, but so long ago for his current consciousness, he rose to all challenges presented by Kimiko and by himself... and he fell short. Such was how his current iteration was brought here, sadly. Ah, but the glorious day of reckoning was ahead of them still. He'd see and remember the day tables were turned, when top became bottom and the role of victor switched. In the meantime, his current self had something to do. Kimiko didn't have anything else to say in the moment, but there was an order... or was it such? No, that tone wasn't so demanding as to be called an order. Balance that once flipped from one side to the other had long since become something more equal... but in equality, there was chaos. Balance wasn't eternal; it was a constant state of flux as Kimiko and Yugi had once explained. Here and now, it seemed shifted in Kazu's favor. What was he to do with it? Well... "Wooh, testy! It's not like you're in dire need of a fix or anything!" he stated. Even with that claim, Kazu upped the ante in a physical sense. He'd not been working his hips with too much focus before now, but doing so affected the mana storms at their cores. Of course, he also thought to let that empty hand collide with Kimiko's arse once more ─ this time in a spiteful manner which fueled that swirl in her backside with a surge of extra mana to bring it forth fully.

Just as one could expect of Artoria Pendragon, she insisted that sexual encounters were always war. They would likely never agree on that matter. If one were to ask Yugi, he'd let sex and war fall under another umbrella ─ one he'd be mentioning shortly. Tugging Artoria's hair a third time, he pulled her head close enough to be kept in proximity via a hand at the front of her neck. His own face was positioned next to hers, their lower halves limited to a deep, rough grinding for the time being. "It's not a war; it's a game. War's a game too. You can either lose against me, or win with me. Your choice," he stated firmly. In that time, there was something eerie leaking out of his shadow to encompass himself, Artoria, even the counter beneath her. His call of 'all ass or no ass' was to be taken very seriously. Danger to the counter was the least concerning thing now. The more Artoria tightened around him, the more Yugi's mana swelled within her. Acknowledgement from the Old One was also noted as he stirred the womb of this vessel. "That's almost as deep as possible. Say, you don't remember exploding during this time period, do you?" he wondered.

To challenge the nature of others was simply a part of Kimiko's being. That was something she shared with her main and likely truest partner. That being said, there was always room for growth and expansion which was something she acknowledged through various means. A time or two, one called Kazuhiko might have found himself incapable of meeting such a challenge but that didn't mean she'd stop seeing him. If only for moments like this one, where she found herself being stirred in quite the magical way and being treated exactly how she desired. He was one of few capable of this sort of thing, and she wasn't one to turn him down when he was capable of it. Even if her demands were made in a less than friendly manner. She was called 'testy' by Kazuhiko as he began working his hips properly. That extra stirring had her body pushing towards its end once more, but it would only be added to by that slap on the ass which properly activated the mark on her being. On her butt cheek showed a swirling mark and in her eyes pupils glowing in the shape of spades. "Aaaaah, I'm cumming♥~" she moaned delightedly. Of course she didn't mean for him to stop, simply an announcement this time, as he'd earned it. Beyond that she continued on, even as her hips continued accepting his movements and her empty core collapsed around nothing. Her entire attitude though, did seem to switch, from demanding to sweet in just a few moments of a long orgasm.

At the same time, Artoria was being confronted by one of those facts which in general set off her more violent tendencies. According to Yugi, this wasn't war, but war was also a game, and one could either win with him, or lose against him. A simple choice true enough but that didn't mean she had to like it, "This kind of filthy cheating fuckery is exactly my problem with you~" she moaned. Of course, that didn't mean she would chose anything other than her own victory regardless of the extra cost. "I will always chose to win... that doesn't mean I'll like you more for it!" she claimed almost tersely. Well such was the nature of a tsundere and she'd been rather open about her emotions for too long. A few too many of these kind of moments did indeed lead her back to her roots, regardless of how far she'd walked away from them. Still she kept up her motions against his intrusion as he claimed to be about as deep as he could go, he asked if she remembered exploding in this time period, that took a bit of thought... "I didn't think like that during this time period. If I am remembering this day correctly, I did wake from a dream with messy sheets, and simply assumed I'd murdered something awesome in my dreams~" she claimed as if it was a reasonable explanation for that sort of sensation. But if it was instead, a simple proximity cross of her more mature self, with her younger one, she truly didn't envy time-travelers their lives.