Charles Patricius

Two shifts were occurring in unison, both toward a more natural state of being. In the dressing room, Ashikaga Kimiko began leaning more toward the 'dere' side of tsundere demeanor. More force when necessary always seemed to do the trick, so long as one could produce enough. Adding a mighty enough thrust to some magical influence was one assured method, but having that mark on her rear/soul to work with made things all too easy. One moment of submission often became something eternal in these cases. Lo and behold, eyes shone with a spade-like symbol as her anal walls convulsed around Kazu's girth, and her vaginal walls around naught but themselves. Her accompanying announcement did wonders for the camera. Kazuhiko's younger self would be inheriting goals the likes of which he never thought possible, even while believing himself some sort of god. "Oooh, that was nice♥~" he said while relishing in that extended flush of mana from the girl. With that, however, he slammed into her again, both inside and out. Kazuhiko knew exactly how things could go now that such a symbol was showing in her eyes. The alleged 'cruel princess' was no longer here for the moment. "Don't stop. Do it again~" he demanded.

At the same time, another tsundere was leaning more into her natural 'tsun' state. Such an angry girl Artoria Pendragon was, yet still she would choose assured victory. It was the better option regardless. She could be considered an equal, but only acknowledged as such ─ never in reality. He and Kimiko had long since become something of a different nature ─ something that couldn't truly exist in any reality. Rules, laws, orders... they were all nonsense. "You don't have to like me any more than you do already. Is that even possible anyway? A lot of your variants have had some interesting things to say when they weren't in tsuntsun mode~" he teased. For all she had to say, he still wasn't hearing a true negative response. Better still, it seemed any effect he had on the current timeline's version of the woman was already a non-issue. "A dream, huh? Best kind of excuse. Anyway... I can feel all the way back to Gelenka, and the darkness is here. Be valiant~" he teased further. The hand at Artoria's neck squeezed, and his other hand tightly grasped her hip. Those grinding motions intensified as he wedged himself into her very Origin. A sample of his essence would pass through her timeline from there, as if to rouse any variants of interest and appeal to any possible state of oneness in the woman. All the while, that creeping shadow enshrouding them continued to strip reality of its hold on their bodies.

The softness of Ashikaga Kimiko was something which could be considered rare to witness. Her public persona was far too rigid to be anything as malleable as she managed to be in certain sexual situations. A few people got the joy of a Kimiko who wasn't being bratty, bossy or bitchy. And those rare specimens had quite the great deal of control over her body and soul. Such would be obvious as Kazuhiko managed to get a secondary rise out of the girl which left her happily telling him of her rise. Of course, he was still recording and of course he was still receiving the type of natural disposition so rarely seen. He claimed it was nice, and she was pleased, with a blushing face and throbbing loins and rear, Kimiko could very well drown out a lot for the sake of a moment like this. Another slam into her person, both inside and out and a demand to do it again would be answered. The swirling mana in her body and the extra friction could easily do so, but the demand on her soul combined with the relinquished control would only serve to make it a necessity of both her body and soul. "Hai! Ouki♥!~" she squealed happily as that sensation continued in her body well past what should have been the limit.

Meanwhile, Artoria Pendragon was busy falling towards the self that fell apart. Unable to articulate her actual feelings and showing anger instead of genuine emotion, she worked up to this particular pace. "You could just shut the fuck up!" snapped Artoria in response to the teasing. Of course as she fell apart it was more obvious the way she thought. How she felt about people wasn't something she always said, and it definitely wasn't something she wished to be confronted with in the middle of coitus. One day, someone would just accept their victories quietly but it seemed she did not know many who would. As they kept it up, another tug of her hair left her in a prime position for a modification she quite enjoyed. A hand upon her neck wasn't the oddest thing to happen to her, and was something she enjoyed enough to make her loins twitch as another moan escaped her lips. What was he saying? The dream was a good excuse and he'd reached much further into her soul than most understood. Her hip was soon gripped and the darkness was here... oh well, that could only mean one thing. "My valiance is never in question," she claimed, the truth of that statement had more depth than many things spoken by anyone. She felt it even more then, that creeping feeling all through her self and various versions of herself. All of them feeling that innate sexual climb, pressure and the magic down to the version of her which was closest to her truest self. Such a feeling was always worth experiencing, even with the potential oddities it caused, those weren't hers to question or deal with however. No, hers was to enjoy so she would, and as he aimed to rouse various forms of her, she felt..more of herself experiencing him than even she conceptualized.

As was often the case, Kazuhiko was having the time of his life. There was a series of images that could be seen through a pair of eyes in the throes of passion, each standing out in their own way. The spade symbol was among the harder ones to deny for its witness, as it presented opportunities quite difficult to come by. People were busy, things had to be done, and there were discussions to be had... but none of that mattered in moments like these. Seeing those eyes, Kazuhiko had reason to believe Kimiko had only a single desire ─ one only he could answer as its current trigger. Rising to the occasion just once wouldn't be enough; he had to reach a more absolute end than normal. Continuance demanded wasn't enough either. Even if it endangered his current body, Kazuhiko had to uphold a certain minimum output from himself. For starters, he had to begin the filling process by letting his mana spill into her rear. Beyond that... well, he'd have to keep that going at pace, presumably for quite some time. Such was how one tended to respond when faced with the 'self-destructive' spade.

Once more, Artoria leaned toward the pricklier side of things. The more she suffered the existence of her own feelings being addressed, the more she relapsed. How cute, Yugi always thought. It seemed she really wanted him to be silent, but... did she really? Did it even matter? Well, the answer to one of those questions was an absolute no. "Still waiting for you to make me," he stated, not at all for the first time in their relationship. Whatever the case, that growing darkness was quickly removing them from Gaia's reality as Yugi completed the process of reaching all Artorias in existence. Her valiance was not a thing to question, as always. To be a light amid the darkness, she'd only enable Yugi's process of consolidating her selves. The power of connections boasted by one world met the density of another as he flooded her womb and Origin. As they'd experienced quite a few times before from Yugi's perspective, the usual flow into the branches of Artoria's Origin would spread out quickly, only to be drawn back in toward the center, dragging those it reached along with it. They wouldn't all be brought inward in a literal sense, but one could call the result its own type of convergence... or perhaps harmonization?

Kimiko was also having the time of her life. In respect to those she allowed to see her in this light, she always seemed completely capable of throwing sensibility to the wind in order to have fun. Kazuhiko as one of his major charm points was always able to make that seem like an even better idea. She could feel it now, the desire for being completely destroyed in the manner she preferred which had been bubbling just below the surface since they met today. And now that she wanted to be 'self-destructive' and he was enabling it, she'd do nothing but accept. How many times, would she reach climax? How many times would she feel that mix of storms exploding within her? Well, it would come with filling and such a filling was rather pleasant. Even as it flowed into her rear power stemming and mixing inside her person. She'd only continue to enjoy it, as she found herself at his mercy. Well this was no problem, he could try and fill her, and she'd accept it.

Meanwhile, Artoria was being told once more that she never properly made the person she told to shut up, quiet themselves. They were always waiting for such an action, but she was always busy at the time, it was like fate. Right now, she was busy, feeling the expanse of his mana across various forms of her existence. All connected to her and her base form at the core. They weren't being pulled into her or anything like that. No, instead as she felt the orgasm building in her own loins, each of them felt it similarly. All versions of herself would be busting at the seams, radiating light which bounced and harmonized all across her timeline. Oh well, it wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, even so it was always such a strange feeling mixing with the overwhelming release which followed it. In fact, at this point those backward bounces gave way to her legs buckling beneath her, and the only thing holding her up physically was the countertop beneath her body and Yugi's hand upon her throat and hip. "Aaaaah!~" Such would be the ringing endorsement, even to her close sleeping form in this very city.

And so began a process that wouldn't reach a quick end, but would reach an absolute one in time. Kimiko's 'destruction' was assured so long as Kazu could pull the ability out of this body. Luckily for him, the mark of the storm could carry some of the burden moving forward. How many times would Kimiko reach orgasm? The count no longer mattered, if it ever did. In time, their position was changed again. The changing room's bench became quite useful, as Kazuhiko was able to lean Kimiko against it, leaning her at a downward diagonal as he plunged down into her rear. Even in a state of acausal existence, the ambient mana of this world was suffering their combined storm. Oh well. Those two had every ability to reset the world, whether it was a difficult feat or not. If Kimiko let things reach such an extent, surely she intended to make any necessary repairs as well. Ah... but his task was now to leave her in no such state, wasn't it? A few more minutes of pummeling would reveal whether there was issue or not either way. . .

In that same passage of time, Artoria was saved from a promised fall by that poor, poor counter. Alas, it only survived the round thus far due to Yugi's intervention. His mana functioned as a buffer for physical constructs of all sorts. Even so, the crumbling began eventually between two orgasmic surges of mana boasting infinite potential each. The material world would be fine, but the same could not be said of the 'sleeping' version of that counter beneath Artoria. If she actually fell, he'd merely descend with her. The pumping of his hips wasn't nearly done, after all.

Was there anything to worry about as Kimiko's continued destruction went on at Kazuhiko's hands? Not really, there was a certain amount of energy that Kimiko could always absorb into herself. Even when delivered directly she could contain the storm and feed on it. Kimiko was the kind of entity who could take and take, but even she had an upper limit somewhere. It wasn't something she thought herself capable of reaching most of the time, but a few shining entities could sometimes... make sure she got her fill. Kazuhiko was one such entity, and she realized it even as she kept moving her own hips and stirring up that storm. Her body had long sense shifted and as he pummeled her against that bench diving down into her depths from above she could feel it. Her exhales being those of powerful magic which were spilling from her overflow. She'd be magically condensing most of it, some of it she'd have to release to the wind, while the other... simply spilled over. Oh well, it was worth it for every release she felt as her body convulsed and she reached the state of mindlessness. "Aaaah♥!~ That's it!~" she claimed while those spades in her eyes flickered erratically. She was quite literally bursting at the seams, but it was far from the first time she experienced such a thing.

In the meantime Artoria was being pummeled as well. Her natural disposition was one of opposition, but while she was being held against the counter she was far from being against the actions of the lad behind her. The material version of the world was fine, but the sleeping version obviously found herself falling in an odd way. Whatever the case, her heart was beating swiftly and she'd easily continue on. Even as the realer version of Artoria continued to move her hips against the man feeling that push towards yet another end which had her clamping down upon his cock with prime fervor. "Fuck!~" she cried as she reached another rousing finish her hand clamping down on that counter top to help her stabilize just a little. Just the same all the versions of herself felt much the same, and that smaller version would have a certain tell-tale wetnes spreading between the legs of her sleeping form.

It seemed there was less cause for concern in the session between Kazuhiko and Kimiko. There was often wanton destruction in the wake of meetings between such powerful beings, but... in some cases, a simple matter of desires leaning in a specific direction created some leeway by circumstance. Kimiko was a greedy individual ─ perhaps even the idea of greed incarnate, as she sometimes seemed. That greed had her taking most of the expended energy into herself, including... seemingly, the destructive capabilities of it. Well, she did currently bear the spade. Being at the receiving end of destruction was the overall goal, so Kazu couldn't be surprised. He could, however, be further motivated. Kazuhiko lived a long life that involved many, many dealings with demons of all sorts. He learned of the spade symbol during the time period they were presently in, and he'd known since then... that 'satisfaction' wasn't enough. It was a sign of someone who'd been pushed well beyond their capacity, and liked ─ rather, loved it. He'd be doing a disservice to Kimiko, the mark, and himself as one of its contributors, if he didn't bear down his weight further and pummel her into oblivion with everything he had. So... of course, that was his immediate choice. Her body was forced to curl as he slouched over her. One hand pinned her neck to the bench, the other held his phone firm. As for her elevated bottom half, it was locked in raised position by the piston constantly pouring a liquid maelstrom into her body. In this moment, Kazu thought it was high time he pulled off something heard so many times ─ including when it was asked of him. "And what's that? Actually... who are you?" he asked. Finally, his time had come ─ unless it had already? Time-travelers were weird. "Who is Ashikaga Kimiko now?"

All the while, Yugi was busy destroying that which didn't truly exist. The crumbling counter was being used as support by Artoria, but for how long? Well, that would depend on her. Of the two males in the vicinity, he was the most demonic by a long-shot. Kazu saw himself finally having an opportunity to delve deeper into demonic tendencies, but Yugi's were activated. Artoria's outcry was a viable trigger. "Ho? You want what now?" he asked with a devilish grin, twisting her choice of word to his own agenda. He wasn't going to be letting up from that moment on. In fact, what remained of that counter would undoubtedly be pulverized as he, too, weighed down on his partner of the morning. Even if they moved to the ground, he'd continue taking her in prone position with strokes that nearly extricated him prior to each deep burial.

Kimiko was the type of person to take problems unto herself, instead of letting them expand outwards. Her own personality and issues, meant that she could and would under most circumstances, absorb the consequences of her own actions, or redistribute them at a time which was much more convenient to her. At this point the purely magical and physical nature of her current destruction at Kazuhiko's hands, was far from the sort of thing she wouldn't simply, aim to swallow whole, for lack of a better term. Whether she could actually succeed at such an objective or not, wasn't really a problem. Instead...s he allowed herself to simply fall to his antics, each motion into her body, each filling simply allowed her to come apart at the seams and sink into the depths of her own masochism. By the time he asked her who she was, a lesser known kink of hers was making an appearance, a downgrade of the self, from her usual high and might status, to a simple receptacle was all she had to offer. But Kimiko was also known for having some rather colorful language choices, so what would she be calling herself to Kazuhiko at this current moment in time. "Ouki's Cum Slut♥!~" she mused seemingly pleased by the idea, with a twisted face as she orgasmed and those spades pulsed where her normally round pupils should have been. There were probably hundreds of degenerate boy sand men who imagined themselves on the receiving end of such words, but the number who could say they actually battered her into saying them was.... phenomenally low.

At the same time, a different approach was taking place between Artoria and Yugi. A swear slipped from between her lips and in so doing, she found herself at the end of a teasing statement. Yugi would twist things to suit him, he'd done so with the very concept of gaming already. In the here and now he was twisting her words to suit him, but in her current mood she wouldn't be having that at all. No, even as the counter beneath her began to crumble, she would seek to clarify, "Fuck you... that clearer?!" she aggressed in a contradictory manner to the tightening of her core around him and her near constant orgasming.

When he questioned Kimiko's identity in their current situation, Kazuhiko wasn't really sure what to expect. He was just fishing for something of interest to leave his younger self ─ something that would motivate him to become something capable of dealing with Ashikaga Kimiko and her ilk. What he got instead, was something silently regarded by the masses as an impossibility. Ashikaga Kimiko was quite the prim and proper girl in the public eye. She could do no wrong, and even the moniker of 'cruel princess' had mostly been an empowering thing. Ah, but Kazuhiko counted among the privileged few who laid claim to her sensibilities. Even so, the statement she offered was certainly one worth having one's memories altered for. The past leading toward his present self had become very, very interesting. He was even feeling a tangible effect from those spades ─ a link which manifested like a chain and collar from Kimiko to himself. With it, he'd continue until...

Ah, but there was another link of another sort nearby. Twisted words were not being allowed as normal, though Yugi didn't require anyone's allowance. If she thought to turn matters around on them, he'd just flip them again. Artoria's state of mind and her position were not aligned. Though the former was no less potent than normal, her body's reactions sang a different tune. "Well that's half the usual plan, isn't it? But..." It felt only right at this juncture to have Artoria feel the sudden sensation of double penetration. Yugi had every ability to spawn a secondary cock, and he'd do so without warning, growing it directly into Artoria's rear hole during an already forceful thrust into her womb. "It doesn't seem like you're doing that, so I figured I'd keep going. Cool?"

Kimiko and Kazuhiko were having a kind of fun that was unknown to many in the world. The truth of the matter was, when it came to entities that could 'destroy' you, some women became entirely different entities as layers of their personas were pounded into paste. Kimiko was a woman like this, who became something else as the girl in charge called the 'cruel princess' became someone's slobbering mess of a depository. Ah, but there were no issues with that, she'd always been open while having these sorts of encounters, and given how very selective she was, the individuals who saw this form of her were truly worth the effort. Such was made obvious by Kazuhiko's continued performance, and even with a collar around her neck and a chain connecting it directly to Kazuhiko, she'd continue to enjoy the ass pounding she was receiving while, containing the power of their combined storms in the depth of her being. Magic, physicality and sex... were such a great combination for her, pure degeneracy which she found was always worth falling into...

At the same time, Artoria was falling into a different sort of issue. She was more firmly becoming the person who would argue her own even while her body did whatever the fuck it wanted, 'Ever treacherous...' she thought of her own physical form, before it became more so. Yugi wasn't the type to let things go, no... if he twisted words and had them twisted in return more was to follow. Strangely enough more, seemed to be what was called for in this instance. "Half a plan... hardly," she chimed in while her concentration remained. But surely she'd be losing it. Apparently as she wasn't fucking him, she'd be fucked instead, "Eh?!" she had only a little time to get that out before a particularly forceful stroke became two... A double penetration was something which happened from time to time, but it was always a surprising thing, as it wasn't something Artoria sought by her own will most times. A contradiction would occur in this moment as Artoria's body fell to an instant and more powerful form of dual orgasm due to the general roughness and unique feeling. Of course, her mouth said something else, "Ahhh. Fuck me!~" Well, that wasn't really a contraction, more like an observation, but regardless, she'd continue to be pummeled into for some time to come, until... a certain kind of release as achieved...