Lahmu Keep

Albertus had been in a few vehicles over the years since his reincarnation. Never before had he been inside one like this. Looking around, the back alone was more like a human sitting room than a car. Side-by-side in a backseat that could hardly be called such, they had all he knew was necessary for just... living. "Yeah, really. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty sweet. This whole night is, really. You think so too," he commented. Just at the end there, Albertus seemed to understand things in a deeper way than he should have. His eyes shifted toward Meron, almost as if he were looking through her body to something deeper. Maybe it was a simple matter of imagining what was beneath her clothes? Sadly, that was not the case. As a God of Creation, he had a sense for certain opportunities. Said opportunity was for creation itself, and the sense had adjusted appropriately enough through his own arousal, that he was able to feel Meron's in a way he understood.

The longer he observed, the more he understood... and the less he understood. It made sense that Meron seemed like one of his own people, but it also made no sense at all. She couldn't have been the one affected by his reincarnation spell, could she? There didn't seem to be a big enough divine spark, even though one certainly existed in there somewhere. Maybe his mana had passed into her and dissipated over the additional years, prior to his rebirth? If that were the case, perhaps it would show itself fully if activated? There were no others he felt with a similar enough presence in this world. "Something's different about you. Makes me wonder if you're something I've been looking for over the years. Are you?" he wondered aloud.

According to Albertus he thought this whole setup was 'pretty sweet', and he thought the whole night was, and commented that she did too. She wouldn't deny this, it was quite the night for her. "Ah, well yes. It's been one of the better nights I've had," she mused. A chuckle was the best she could offer such a moment. To be honest she probably hadn't had such a positive night since her divorce. Beyond that, she seemed to be having an interesting time. Ah, but there was more, Albertus seemed to be staring through her, such a look made her squirm a little under his gaze, she wasn't really used to anyone looking at her like that.

In the interim he said some more words. Was she something he'd been looking for over the years? Maybe, but she had no reason to know what he'd been looking for. "Ah, well... I wouldn't really know right. The only one who could answer that is you," she answered in a manner which was almost cheeky. "Regardless... I am just a person who happens to get along with you right now, and that is enough for me," she concluded. Long term engagements, or life-long dreams weren't necessarily things Meron entertained anymore. In the most direct terms, this man stirred her loins, challenged her mind and softened her heart in current times so she didn't need much else right now. She just wanted a little physical atteniton and whatever happened beyond that wasn't something her drunken mind could bother being concerned with. No she had more direct concerns, she was looking at his lips staring into his face and she couldn't help but lean in a little bit, ah well they did have quite a bit of privacy and her hand was now resting against his thigh, it'd be a bit direct to reach, right?

Both parties could say their night had been far better than other nights of recent years. A few years was hardly a long time for Albertus, but as one who enjoyed existence as he did, it was still nothing to shake a stick at. "I can tell. You're glowing," he said nonchalantly. Albertus' words were true; his own perspective showed a special glow around Meron. In this world, she was the perfect specimen for creation. Surely there could be no better host of foreign mana, right?

Albertus truly wondered if this woman was the one he sought. Something was very wrong, yet something was so obviously very right. He could never claim to understand all things, and in truth, the reincarnation spell was not something of his own creation. That sort of thing was the work of his twin brother multiple cycles ago; Albertus had never learned every detail about its functionality. According to Meron, he was the only one who could tell if she was the one he sought. The important thing for her was that they got along for the moment, which was all Meron needed to have and show interest. Perhaps... that was all that really mattered overall. Perhaps the here and now was all he needed to finish the spell. Perhaps it was all irrelevant simply because he could be enjoying himself, regardless of the spell and all its workings. Yes, that was the best outlook. He'd worry about the matter of his reincarnation when it became relevant. First, Albertus would concern himself with Meron's current approach.

Meron's hand was resting on his thigh. Why was a simple touch something he found pleasant? That was something to think about later. More imperative was the brazen staring into his face, particularly around the mouth region. He'd once known one who did not always speak their desire, instead showing a number of specific signs to hint at them. In this case, Meron's approach was somewhat familiar. As she leaned toward him with eyes on his lips, he understood the indirect request, the desire for... a mana transfer, as it was once called. He took the hint and leaned in as well. There was hardly any space to close before dampened, liquor-stained lips pressed gently against Meron's. He was reincarnated into a humanlike vessel and thus had less to offer than his original self, but even the small portion of mana found in Albertus' saliva was beyond this world. Meron had no reason to know or understand, but... many would find his energies to be well beyond lifechanging in some way or another. Perhaps Albertus would get to see what humans were like when they had epiphanies, or whatever sort of thing they went through in such moments. . .

According to Albertus he could tell she was having a pretty good night. How? According to the man she was in the company of, she was glowing. How strange. People usually only said such things to pregnant or exceedingly happy women. Women whose bodies were full of life. She didn't consider herself in such a way, even so she found the statements heartwarming. So much in fact, that her face gained a reddened hue and she seemed a bit sheepish afterwards. "Well, I mean... Thanks." she managed. Of course, she didn't expect a sentence like that, and being offering something like that only seemed to contribute to her sense of self.

Ah, but it wasn't just about herself either. Albertus was a very interesting man, and it was only becoming more obvious to her as they stayed in each others company. Here and now she seemed to be looking at him, and staring at his mouth but why was she doing that. She thought his lips looked kissable. She found his face attractive. With a hand resting against his thigh she didn't have any thoughts about things like 'duty' or even 'creation'. No. Her intentions were a bit less noble than anything like that. Here and now, she found her wiles still worked just a bit. Perhaps there had simply been something wrong with her husband, that he'd decided to abandon her in the way he did. How did she come to realize this? Well, Albertus seemed to understand her unspoken desires quite a bit, enough to lean down and bring their lips together.

Ah, but would she have noticed if there was power in his saliva? Likely not. No that gentle press of lips did something but it had very little to do with power and everything to do with... biology. Yes. That was a much better way to think about it. She found herself stirring in desire a long time before this first gentle press of lips, and liquor and softness and warmth was all she needed to loosen up a bit. She leaned in a bit more, finding herself capable of becoming a bit more direct in a moment like this. That hand of hers firmed against his thigh, and her own tongue darted out towards lips. She wanted him to open his mouth, her tongue begged entry. She wanted to explore, she wanted her building desire to find its outlet, as they traveled towards her home. That leaning of hers, became a bit more pointed, it was like she intended to close the space between them again, but they weren't dancing. They had no audience and they didn't really have a purpose either. No, she'd be content to slip her tongue in his mouth, rub her body against his, and even explore his mouth with her tongue. It was no matter of power, though it likely had some effect she couldn't place yet. No, this was a matter carnality which she'd indulge in with little present guilt. Those small noises of hers could be heard as the softness of her chest pressed against his side, and her hand seemed to travel along the length of his thigh even through his clothing. The muscles of her own legs seemed to tense just a bit like she was building up to something.

Carnality. Such was a concept only slightly grasped by old Creators like Albertus, formerly Anshar. Such could be called the watered-down effect of a sense for creation. What did mortals call it? It was... ah yes, arousal. Arousal was but an urge to create that abandoned conscious thought. Albertus could feel it today. Gone was the overflow of mana that demanded an outlet, and in was the simple urge to answer the call of his own body. He didn't feel like creation was necessary. He didn't feel it was time to construct a new entity or object; he felt it was time to do something very different. What was it, though? When had creation become about the act itself? For Albertus, the answer was... today.

He couldn't explain what that hand on his thigh was doing. The contact of their mouths was normal until he felt an additional warm source of moisture against his lip. Oh, it was a tongue. What was that for? Albertus may not have known, but his body reacted as humans did. His lips parted, and suddenly, there was an invasion by that tongue. What was he to do? Fend it off? Yes. No. The conscious thought was to do something about it. The active thought however, was to welcome it to its vacation home with the caress of his own tongue. The natural reactions of human bodies was so interesting. Even beyond the aforementioned new experience, Albertus' hand had unconsciously found its way to her bosom again─ both of them. She had much to offer, so of course a hand for each side was to be expected, right? That made sense. He'd have even thought of something to offer as commentary... normally. Alas, it was quite hard to speak while tongues were trying their hardest to entangle each other during the continuous exchange of saliva. Meron tasted of a medley of at least alcohols. Well, that was natural. That wasn't all, though. Being what he was, Albertus could taste the true flavor hidden from mortal senses. Beneath the alcohols, there was the taste of some... fruit? It had a sweetness to it while being nothing he recognized from the original world. Whatever it was, he rather enjoyed it. As such, he couldn't be kept from seeking more as Meron's mouth was greeted by the vengeful insertion of his tongue while his molesting tendencies returned to her breasts.

Humanity was a race of instinct. People like Meron and those of her generation didn't truly understand all of the ins and outs of mana or anything like that, but they did naturally do what their bodies wished. Meron herself had birthed four children, this was a thing done because it felt like the right and most natural thing to do. Here and now she was experiencing a strange amount of desire towards a relative stranger. But it wasn't necessarily about creating anything, she simply wanted to do something with someone who wanted to do it with her. It was a strangely simple and selfish little wish, manifesting in her as this carnal desire and arousal at a man who'd helped her take her mind off her life problems.

So, what would she do. She'd gained access to his mouth but it almost appeared as if it wasn't a natural inclination of his. Was he? No. That couldn't be the case, no man with children should be unfamiliar with kissing as she was presenting it now, right? Her mind wouldn't have wrapped around it as an idea, and it appeared it wouldn't have to. It didn't take long for him to begin moving against the wet muscle she'd positioned within his mouth. It also didn't take long for the man to begin his hand based exploration of her person again. Hands met her chest once more and she didn't have it in her to deny it at all. No, instead she'd found herself leaning into his grasp and finding her own mouth open enough to be invaded. How nice. She welcomed her new visitor with haste, finding the strokes to be something she enjoyed quite honestly. Ah and the movement of her hand against his thigh was slowly evolving as well, moving closer and closer to his manhood, she'd eventually brush against it once more. She had more clear intentions this time, she cared little if she roused him this way, she was planning to have sex, and all but the location were taken care of that this point. She moaned just a little as she tasted his mouth, it should have mostly been alcohol but was there something else there. Ah, maybe, she definitely seemed to like it a bit as she kept up her efforts. She thought herself a bit rusty at this sort of thing, but he was definitely quite good at it. That kiss was going to last and only become more intense as sensations in her breast seemed to send direst jolts down her spine and between her legs. She didn't remember her body being this sensitive. Was it something to do with the alcohol? Was it the company? Was it yes? It didn't really matter, she'd enjoy and before she realized it she was pretty earnestly rubbing against his manhood meeting his tongue, taking small soft bites at his lips and breathing most erratically.

Albertus just couldn't stop learning things about mankind this night. He realized multiple times that he was coming to understand arousal. Now though, there was something extra in the mix. This thing called passion was something becoming solid in his mind. That's what this all was, right? A simple act of passion perpetuated this entire meeting in the back of a limousine. They both could have waited, but neither was willing to. Surely that was passion's definition. Their tongues danced in the strangest way while they each busied their hands. It was all far more simple than things used to be, wasn't it? Clearly.

A single brush against Albertus' member kickstarted something very new, very different. That lone act was placed around the same time that the rubbing and squeezing of Meron's breasts took place, and then... it became something more. Meron was eventually rubbing not his thigh, but very exclusively his tool. That felt... strange, but oh so magnificent. It shouldn't have been that. He could understand the act alone as a very low-tier transmission of mana, but it hardly made sense for it to be pleasurable on his end with those trousers between. Did humans really gain pleasure from a sense of touch alone? Apparently they did. With that surprising realization, there was the briefest break in an already strange kiss, during which a heated breath passed from Albertus' mouth directly into Meron's. He couldn't even stop it; this pleasure thing was almost overwhelming. Regardless, Albertus was soon lashing out at the woman's mouth once again. His hands were groping her bosom more fervently with this new development. There was too much against each hand for either to reach everything, but they certainly seemed to be trying their best to do so. Perhaps in due time, their overall efforts would have retroactively reached every inch of those mounds. . .

A strange amount of dancing was being done between this pair of people. Learning through this experience wasn't even one-sided either. The more the man formerly known as Anshar learned about humanity, the more Meron seemed to learn about herself. She'd for a while been thinking that there was something wrong with her. That she was unattractive, frigid or some other problematic thing. But she felt heat right now, burning between her legs and in her face. She had a sped up heartrate and could also feel the pulsing of a tool awakened by a gentle touch through is breeches. Surely there was actually nothing wrong with her, right?

Albertus surely didn't think so. No, he was exploring her mouth so passionately she was certain she'd die of fever long before they reached their destination. Actually, his hands had taken on a more fervor filled exploration seeming to want to reach all the surface her massive bosom possessed. It felt so nice, being touched in a manner so desirously. It seemed to help tear down those remaining negative thoughts. Why shouldn't she? Became the mantra of her movements. That hand of hers, could rather expertly free him of his breeches, she could touch the skin beneath as she breathed him in. Surely, he wouldn't be stopping her any time soon right? If she managed she'd free him and stroke that tool that had sparked her curiosity directly. She suddenly felt like a teenager unwrapping someone for the first time instead of a mother of four. But that was fine too right? She hadn't asked as much as she would have anyone else, but he seemed to be quite alright with how she chose to progress. His actions elicited more moans from her throat, her body's natural reaction of warming and stiffening beneath his hands. Nipples hardened, core slickened her eyes gained heavy lidded attributes and even those little sounds of her mouth became more fevered. As one hand rubbed his manhood the other traced back up along his face, to be found slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him in playing in sliver locks. She'd probably gotten far too into this, but she truly couldn't stop herself from partaking at this point.

How very odd. The notion of feeling with body alone was a foreign one to Albertus. Even so, he dived headlong into it after discovery. After all, what purpose was there in restraint? He was an enjoyer of all things as he always had been, so he'd enjoy this new thing as well. Meron moaned repeatedly, and he at least knew that to be a positive thing. So then, he kept things going as they were... or tried to.

There was an aspect of this ritual that Albertus found both strange and exciting. In his time, any clothing that actually existed would have been done away with magically. In this world and era, things seemed very different. Meron was grasping at the zipper to his trousers, working toward freeing his tool by her own merit. Albertus could only believe this to be a new version of old rituals. Yes, perhaps humans enjoyed disrobing each other? With that in mind, Albertus knew what he'd be doing next. First came something else. First came the efforts of Meron successfully unleashing his throbbing shaft from its confines. What a relief that was. Endowed as he was, these human breeches were perhaps the most constricting thing he'd ever known before his cock was allowed to burst free. He could only imagine how constricted Meron should feel in that top, especially while her nipples gained firmness under his hands. Surprise surprise, Albertus took hold of her top and lifted it after a marked amount of effort only to find... that there was still something else in the way? He hadn't lifted it fully─ just enough to hike it over her breasts. By the time his hands landed on those mounds again though, there was more fabric still. What were all these layers humans wore? He wore pants only because it seemed to be the standard, but was he to be told there were layers expected underneath? That didn't make sense at all, and he hadn't even looked to see what this was yet! Of course there was ample time to look, but Albertus' eyes were closed at the time. That was about all he could manage to avoid looking like an idiot, as the hand stroking his uncovered meat left his eyes rolling back into his skull.

Feeling with one's body was human nature, and it was something Albertus was discovering and Meron was rediscovering. In all actuality, she was discovering the fun in being molested in such a way. Though she'd been married before, never had sex or foreplay between them felt this kind of passionate or intimate. It probably spoke to Albertus' credit while simultaneously discrediting her former husband that this felt so very good to her. Even so, she took a marked bit of pride in being successfully able to free the man from his breeches without any undo harm coming to him. And only wiggled slightly as he pulled at her top, knowing it was a bit different to try and get someone out of girl clothes if you weren't used to doing it.

It didn't matter though, she'd been quite enjoying the feeling of his hands against her, and as he finally managed to lift her shirt one less layer between his hands and her skin was something she could appreciate. She didn't even question the man's lack of undergarments, she doubted he would have had a good time finding them considering the size of his member. Regardless, whenever he actually managed to open his eyes again, he'd be confronted by the view of Meron's chest within a lacey blue bra. It matched in design type and color the underwear she wore beneath her pants, which were thongs of lacey quality as well. She'd not intended for anyone to see this, even so, she seemed to be content to allow his gaze to wander, if it pleased him. Instinct had led them this far, and instinct would eventually have her separate her mouth from his, leaving a string of kisses along his face and neck as her heated breaths danced over his skin. All the while her hand found some sort of rhythm against his manhood stroking with the same kind of passion she'd had at their start.