Munetsuchi

Everything in a box? Mostly, if one thought about Anais's mind they'd likely see it as an archive with boxed indexes. It was helpful to her, to organize her thoughts and memories in such a way especially while actively trying to figure things out. Things concerning individuals went into a box about them, Mugen's box, was specifically being filled with details, so they were easy to recall as she tried to figure out his historical or mythological context. 'Hai hai, most things are in deep storage. I only have a few active boxes. I'll be careful...' was all she had to say about her memory choices. She figured it might be dangerous considering the limited memory of mortal creatures, but also figured there had to be a workaround she'd get to when it was necessary. If all else failed, she could spend a few years writing up her memories physically and storing them somewhere physical.

At the same time, apparently there was something to be learned about the name he'd so recently given to her internal voice. Anais felt that she might need to understand why she liked it but that also seemed like something that may not need a direct line of thought. 'Hai, I'll look forward to it,' the girl mused. Of course, he couldn't just leave. He wasn't that sort of person, instead she could feel his girth rubbing between her legs. Just a little fidgeting would seem to happen. She hadn't meant to tease this man but having it turned against her at random was outside of her normal thought patterns. And then he was gone after effectively sending a strange amount of shivers up her spine.

Oh well, by the time she would have felt lonely because of the lack of hands around her back of her hips, a different set was clutched at her from her fore. Her mind was now clear enough for her to focus on the task or rather the elf ahead, and that was its own sort of rewarding. She was finding the subtle and obvious differences between these men as she met them, and Ailen was smooth and unobtrusive. There was a better word for that... easy-going. "I'm not exactly sure either, Shishou, but I do like this..." she stated. This man had rather long fingers, they seemed to reach quite far even without him gripping onto her as the other man did. 'Eh? I wonder if this is why people can't choose?' she thought. Having moved in a bit closer her own hands slipping beneath the water's surface to begin stroking the man to rigidity once more. She really was doing better about her strange amounts of propriety.

With Mugen's presence gone for the time being, Anais appeared somewhat more focused on current events. Neither she nor Ailen really knew what the ideal approach was, so it seemed up to natural progression what happened between them. The current setup was one Anais claimed to like. As such, Ailen saw no reason to change anything. "Then this must be the best choice," he assured. Desire was quite the simple thing, after all. Simply by determining that she liked the current approach, Anais confirmed it as something her soul would find acceptable.

Perhaps Ailen would never know the cause of her earlier distraction. Well, it didn't matter. They would be progressing either way, all beginning with Anais reaching beneath the water for the elf's phallus. She may have intended to stroke it until firmness was achieved again, but the girl would find that it never lost any. Ailen felt the touch of her hand and became curious. Given everything else she did, he actually assumed it was another unorthodox technique she was coming up with. "Hmm. Trying something else now, are we? You do seem to like using your hands," he mused with that assumption made.

Meanwhile, Mugen's eyes were opening again as he sat atop the throne. What an interesting little creature this elafia was. He saw her potential for greatness, her potential for damnation, and they weren't exactly separate from one another. Soon, his time would come. It had been several lifetimes since he had an opportunity to teach. Perhaps he'd run out and find an apprentice of his own ─ one that could, and would, experience the true depth of Forbidden Knowledge.

Anais wasn't sure what she liked about being in the water for this type of thing, but she was certain she did like the water. Ailen in the moment sought only to reassure her, seeming to think it was a soul made decision. Perhaps it was, she felt quite at home in this room, and would have likely found many surfaces in this place could potentially make her happy. "Hai..." she murmured.

In place, close by, touching surprisingly rigid manhood all was well. Oh? He was on to her! Ailen took a moment to question the girl's actions expecting the girl to be trying something else. He also pointed out that she seemed to enjoy the use of her hands. "I might not be trying anything, Shishou..." the girl mentioned seeming to feel a bit caught, just the same a simple movement of her hand would have her guiding his manhood to the place between her thighs. At the vey least they needed to be lined up for this sort of thing to work right? "I do seem to prefer doing things with my hands in most cases," she admitted. Of course, she could explain that her love of music was basically a tactile fixation given an avenue to explore, but it wasn't truly necessary. No presently she could just enjoy the feeling of girth trapped between her thighs as she considered the way that copulation would likely work from here.

According to Anais, she may not have been trying anything. If that was the case, he once again wondered what her attempt at something would be like. "How curious," he muttered. It remained true that Anais had a fixation with use of her hands, as confirmed by the girl herself. Of course, he had no complaints to offer about this. "It seems so. However, it seems to be setting you apart from anyone else. Keep what makes you unique, and never let it go," he advised. This apparent quirk Anais exemplified repeatedly was something to appreciate just for being a unique expression of self. Besides... it was additional sensation as a form of sexual contact, which no one could truly complain about.

At present, Anais's hand would no longer be used to stroke his length. Anais chose instead to keep it steady and align it to her own opening, seeming finally prepared to take the biggest step their relationship could have. Ailen was surprised by the amount of excitement he was harboring. If one mentioned to him the previous morning that he'd be looking forward to intercourse with anyone besides Miwa, he'd have laughed... yet here he was today, dealing with the rather arduous wait for insertion. Ah, but he wasn't going to take it upon himself. As a first experience for Anais, the pacing would be hers to determine. "I'm a bit more anxious than I thought I would be," he admitted at random. "I might suggest taking your time. There's no need to rush; find your comfort."

It was a strangely exciting thought. Anais knowing she wasn't trying anything and also wondering what she might do if she was doing something intentionally... 'Oh? If you want to try experimenting with intent, just listen to me~' Sinais spoke those words and made a small smirk appear on the girl's face. Of course she would say something like that, but Anais could at least appreciate the extra voice's opinion. Perhaps when she was less physically engaged, she would ask her opinion on the questions she'd been presented, perhaps she had a different sort of explanation Anais herself was missing. What she wasn't missing currently however, was positive reinforcement from her mentor. He made the claim that she should keep what was unique to her, including her apparent tactile based fixations. "Hai... arigatou, Shishou..." Anais was very much still herself, such praise and advice would be met with thanks and skittish shyness even in the midst of starting the act of copulation.

As anxious as Ailen found himself, Anais was also exceedingly excited. Her little fidgeting habit seemed to reappear as her hips shifted just slightly. She'd only just begin poking at her own entrance after allowing her hands to wander away from Ailen's manhood. An interesting sentence fell from the man's mouth, as he admitted to being a bit more anxious than he'd thought he'd be. 'Ooh? Anxious, excited... those words are the same, Shishou~' Sinais seemed to take a great deal of amusement from his utterance. Now that she thought about it, her internal voice almost seemed to enjoy the idea of bullying this man... in the kind of teasing way that people did in romance novels. "It's alright... I feel pretty anxious too... the good sort~" she admitted. "And I'll take my time," she mentioned smiling up at him innocently. His tool had been rubbed against her entrance, which was rather slick for a combination of reasons, and soon enough the tip of the elf's phallus would slip into the rather snug entrance of her body. Oh? What an interesting sensation, every nook and cranny of her body seemed to be something she could feel inside and outside. Gently, slowly, steadily... their bodies would be brought together, but oddly for every inch she took she'd back up a bit. Slowly forward, and backward this girl worked this man into her depths. 'Keep it that slow you might kill him~' mentioned Sinais, but that sounded like encouragement. Such pace was painstakingly slow. A start and stop and gentle push forward and the same amount back, but since Anais had a mental idea to go off of, and understood the mechanics, and found it exciting. How long would it be before all of him was home? It didn't truly feel uncomfortable or forced, but she was taking her time as instructed. Very different indeed. That slow pace would bring their loins fully together over a painstaking few moments as she adjusted to a sense of fullness that was in truth more pleasant that most things she'd felt before. So comfortable in fact that she didn't work her way backward immediately. By the end the girl was nestled against Ailen's fore, his length snuggly fit within her person. A blush on her face, her heart beating rather quickly and... something else, she couldn't quite place yet.

And so, the pair began the act of... sex ─ just sex, according to the desire expressed by both parties. No lecture was to be given, so no lesson would be prepared. Straight into the act they went, albeit at the most gradual pace. Frankly, Ailen found he pacing of Anais atrociously agonizing from the moment penetration began. Ah, but agony didn't have to be such a negative thing, Ailen learned. He was in quite the struggle, yes, but his only real complaint was that he desired more. What could be so bad about that?

Well, perhaps things could have been bad... though they certainly weren't. Ailen had never experienced being the non-virgin of a pair until this very moment, so of course he found the unique sense of tightness uncanny. In fact, his face contorted just slightly each time Anais descended, every fall seeming like a new act of penetration. After several thousand years of living and being sexually active, one would think he couldn't be surprised by something so simple. Alas, here he was. "Haah. Well... there goes the anxiety. I feel it's been replaced by... ah," he babbled, relaxing absolutely during that final, full descent. The elf even found his head resting against the stones behind him for a moment. "Incredible. So simple, yet so effective. I know we discussed this not being a learning activity, yet I learn nonetheless." Ailen actually needed a moment to recover while Anais settled herself. In having that moment, his grasp of her hips moved up just slightly. "How are you faring? Adjusting well, I'd hope," the elf said as his gaze focused on Anais again.

There was indeed an act of sex taking place between this pair, which was not done purely for the sake of learning. Even so, Anais was enjoying it quite a bit for several reasons. The slow pacing she'd chosen was quite fun and allowed her to experience a myriad of sensations. She found herself occasionally glancing towards her mentor's face and found it to show signs agony but he didn't seem to dislike it. 'Of course he doesn't dislike it~' Sinais seemed to tease more. That little bit of deviance was something shared by the pair and as such Anais also found herself enjoying her very gradual descent.

Eventually though like all things, she seemed to make it happen properly. When she did there seemed to be relief in her mentor's visage. And he had words to share once more. She'd been enjoying the sounds he made without speaking, but she couldn't dislike his voice at all either. His anxiety was gone was it? Good... 'Replace it!~' ah, yes, those type of words were expected. He called this experience incredible and while Anais could agree, she wasn't sure how he found it to be such. That strange completely filled sensation seemed to cause something of a muscle spasm in her abdomen which caused her loins to twitch with him inside. What a good feeling, maybe she could... Oh wait, "Ah, well, I did do this for the sake of my curiosity. It might not be a lesson in the traditional sense, but learning from experience is also good~" she explained of her own view. As for her adjustment to the situation, she looked up at him, still so innocent as her hand shifted towards her own abdomen. "I'm adjusting well... it's quite a nice sensation, Shishou~" she mused as her fingers danced down her abdomen and she sent gentle pulses of mana through her core by way of a series of taps. "Ah!~" that was quite nice for her alone, and he might have felt something beyond the tightening of her nether around him, in before her hips began to move again. Rhythm was probably important for this... perhaps she'd find one she liked? She assumed given the sensations it would be quite easy for her to bring about her own end by being in control of her movements, and his grasp on her hips was far from impeding.

Relaxed as he was, Ailen thought he was prepared for he proper beginning of their little dance. He thought. Ailen didn't have incorrect thoughts very often, but he would be doing so today. That would be something he discovered shortly. First though, there was the mention that Anais chose such a slow descent for her own curiosity. Ailen knew she could have just taken him in fully with no issues on either side, so he assumed her decision came from a bit of skittishness about the ability to do so. No, she seemed to know while choosing the path of agony for personal reasons. Once more, he couldn't complain.

"It's certainly an experience; I'll admit that. However you wish to learn is your prerogative. I have to say, though... I never thought that if I actually took an apprentice, I'd be the one discovering so many new things," he mused with the strangest light in his eyes. Just then... he learned at last how unprepared he was for the immediate future. Anais said she was adjusting well, but in doing so, she took some liberties already. A hand over her abdomen performed a series of taps. That should have been fine. The existing twitches and clenches of her inner walls was fine once the fit was adjusted to, but that additional pulse of mana was such an unnecessary, albeit astounding addition which left the elf gasping for air as frequently as it made his girth thump. This really shouldn't have been so overwhelming, but he definitely wasn't upset that it was.

An experience. Ailen thought this first sexual endeavor of theirs was an experience. That was satisfying. He also claimed that he didn't expect to be discovering so much from taking an apprentice. That was nice, Anais looked at the man and found strange light in his eyes. What was that? Satisfaction? Joy? Hm... She wasn't sure, but it didn't read as negative so she could be happy. "I'm glad, Shishou..." she mused. At the very least, her inexperience wasn't making this a bad one for the man she was with, and that was satisfying. Speaking of satisfaction, those little pulses of mana she used to stimulate herself seemed to cause an interesting reaction in her mentor.

There were several things she felt, the pulses of mana, and the throbbing of the man's groin within her person. What was more he was left gasping. Oh, that was a really nice sound, now that she was hearing it more than once. She found herself pleased and now, her movements seemed to start properly. She raised and lowered her hips at a mild tempo, seeming to enjoy the rhythm of it. And in rotations of three seemed content to tap her own abdomen with a bit of mana. She'd spoken of composing music, this one was like a waltz, in threes were her actions and each movement comprised a note of beat or an accent. In moving this way she understood sex as the dance it was, and felt, the start of pressure building in her loins. Oh? She'd clenched around his tool a few times already... what would it be like to experience an orgasm with him buried inside her? She supposed she'd be finding out as she moved herself towards that eventuality. Her own breathing came out in short gasps and she found herself relying on the movements of her legs and hips solely, but she seemed unbothered by any sort of lower body strain. That was of course, Ailen's own doing the previous day... 'Be sure to thank him for it~' Sinais teased seeming pleased.

If thanking Ailen was on the menu, it could easily be considered done already. Whatever form of gratitude she had greater than that application of mana to her already narrow corridor, surely it would leave him useless as a mentor forever. That wouldn't be good, right? Or, perhaps, he didn't need to think of his duties as belonging to a mentor. Yes, he could go about this life as a test dummy of sorts, leaving himself available to such experimentation whenever Anais desired. That sounded like a rather fun way of retiring from Alchemy. If nothing else, he'd entertain the idea for whenever all the teaching was done. What was a few centuries or millennia before reducing oneself to a sex toy? Nothing, surely.

Regardless of any future plans brought about in moments of passion, Ailen was absolutely beside himself. What was he to do while Anais found an unfamiliar rhythm and used it to bounce about atop his lap with seemingly no worry for physical strain? Well, once again, Ailen wasn't sure what he could do. He was the one with experience, but she was proving herself to be the more capable partner here. "Yare yare. I'm afraid anything I do now would be of lesser quality than what you can manage for both of us. I was right earlier to call you sensei," he joked ─ well, partially joked. At this point, he'd have to return to being innovative just to keep his status as a mentor.