Charles Patricius

Saori spent quite the long amount of time thinking. Kazuhiko was merely waiting for an answer, having no real concern for what happened. In fact, it didn't matter to him if this child was born now, in nine months, or in ten years. Marisbury intended to make the most of a new life ─ or at least to give it the best possible opportunity. For that, he knew the child's parents had to get over themselves. Even if that meant sacrificing what they believed was negotiable, they would be better for it in the end. Humans often required intervention to excel.

In this case, even the smallest concession would be a great boon. They could spend a hundred years in this subspace holding hands, kissing, fighting, or whatever else. Kazuhiko's preference had been made known twice now, and Saori's was clarified time and time again. In the end, though... Saori requested both time and privacy. "Oh? That's unexpected," Marisbury claimed. Without further ado, he was creating extra separation between the 'room' and the outside world. Walls were being restored, albeit with an otherworldly glow and presence. When an open door appeared, Marisbury would be on the other side speaking his final words for the moment. "We should be just outside of the world's time now. When those smaller cores are combined fully, Sena should be in a self-sustaining state of being; that will let her manifest at the age you both want. Knock on this door when you're done and ready," he said before the aforementioned door shut and sealed itself. There were no ins or outs to the room Marisbury created for them. Once they were alone, Kazuhiko decided to speak again. "Should have added 'easily annoyed into coercion' to the list. Oh well. What's the decision?"

Marisbury wanted what was best for a life not yet quantifiable and Saori wanted to live her own life as she intended. Irrespective of his well-meaning antics, Saori was making decisions that would destroy her life. She knew and understood this as fully as every girl in the world did when they had anything resembling and understanding of the world. But she'd already made her peace with her own actions and had already powered through the pros and cons of the situation and decided to do what she would always do, and bear the brunt of the responsibility for being irresponsible in the first place. Marisbury claimed her decision was unexpected but given he'd been subtly trying to manipulate her into acting the way he wanted since he showed up, she wasn't sure she believed him. She cut her eyes in his direction ad the room changed around him and knew that under other circumstances she definitely would have punched him.

No matter, she'd end up channeling that kind of aggression into something else later. Marisbury even went on to explain the difference in this space and how they'd know, they completed the task as necessary. Fine. "Hai hai," she said to the instructions given. And soon they were alone again and once they were alone again, Kazuhiko decided to speak and when he did it was something snarky which made Saori's brow twitch. "Easily annoyed by coercion. But I weighed the pros and cons and decided that if I am throwing my life away... I might as well do it like I mean it," she said almost sarcastically. "Anyway you said something about bending me over something and I really think I'd like to see you try," that was what she decided upon in the moment. The fastest method possible to get the innocent life to the point it needed to be the most potential benefits and the cons were what they were always going to be in this case and she'd already made peace with her life on this side swirling into nothing. The least she could do would be to have something fun to tell her friends before she disappeared again. Still she stood side eyeing Kazuhiko, she'd given his appearance a fair shake and was willing to simply enjoy a more muscular delinquent Kazuhiko. She needed to lose the tension still wound up in her fist and... settle into what was happening in the here and now.

Walls erected, door sealed, and apparently... correction made. Saori was arguing semantics that Kazuhiko would not bother delving any deeper into. She claimed to be easily annoyed by attempted coercion, but even if that were the case, she'd still dropped right into whatever trap was laid. Actually, Kazu wasn't entirely sure how much of a trap there was. That surprise from Marisbury didn't seem disingenuous at all after his other dealings with Creators. Yes, he was certain the optimal outcome was something more intense... but that didn't seem like a minimum goal at all. "Je vois," he muttered.

Whatever the case, Saori had allegedly considered the positives and negatives of the current arrangement. Her decision was inline with his earlier mention of bending her over, but talk of throwing life away would never sit right with any form of Kazuhiko. His arms were crossed as he turned to face the standing woman directly, looking down into her face with skeptical, narrowed grey eyes. "You think I'm going to do something like that while you think it's throwing your life away? Don't be stupid. As much as that's the best option for me, what's your issue with it? What makes it so important?" he wondered. Of course he'd be jumping at whatever opportunity would land him inside Saori/Martha, but unlike Marisbury and his ilk, all forms of Kazuhiko possessed a deeply-ingrained moral compass that was innately human in nature. "We've got infinite time in here. Might as well use some of it to talk."

A French utterance slipping from Kazuhiko's lips made it quite obvious that he was indeed, very much a Frenchman in his current form. More considerations were made about that, but she decided it was best not to question it too much. Saori had figured that it was fine for them to move on from this but apparently, no... that wouldn't be happening. Crossed arms and questions came her way, it seemed she'd slipped a bit in that last speech of hers, accidentally letting her thoughts leak out a bit. "Ah, not delinquent enough to just ignore that... I didn't mean for it to slip out," she admitted looking just a tad sheepish from her normally aggressive state. As for her problems they were quite numerous though according to Kazuhiko they had infinite time so they could well have a conversation. He thought this was the best outcome for him but didn't understand why she thought it was so bad, of course he didn't... she figured such a thing would only actually be understood by a girl who'd felt the full backlash of society.

How would she be phrasing her issues? Well, bluntly but... since it was just the two of them she'd clarify everything but it was even more annoying to think about from start to finish. She began pacing being very mindful of her hands to avoid the extra desire to swing them directly into anyone's body. "First, I should say that I don't think you're a problem or anything. And knowing that you heard that... I understand why we're having this conversation. It's exactly one of those better qualities of yours," she pointed out while pacing. "My problem is basically I am a complicated pessimist. Yeah, that sounds about right. Regardless of all the other magical implications going on here... this world says you're a seventeen year old boy and I am an almost thirty year old woman. I shouldn't have had sex with you the first time. Social norms say I have about 3 reasons I shouldn't have done that thing in the first place aside from that one, but I made that decision already. Marked it off my bucket list, it was something worth doing..." she said giving pause to the whole thing. "Still, to keep doing so is making an active decision to keep violating both social norms and most acceptable moral ones too. I'm the one who should be more responsible about it and that keeps not being the case," she clarified. "And then when I make the right decision, I keep being told I am somehow less right than I should be. It's fucking infuriating. Because, the people telling me this have never had to deal with the outcomes of being the girl and making the not socially acceptable decisions. I already know what it's like... so every time I make a decision I prepare for the backlash. And in this case, the potential negative backlash is, me losing my entire life, with my family, friends, work and future... for the sake of a kid I made on an impulse. And it's like everyone who talks about it doesn't have anything resembling common sense," she said.

"Yeah, I am pretty sure that summarizes it. I say no for those reasons and then I get a whole kids future dangled in front of my face like I'm supposed to make any decision other than what's best for her, because obviously I'm the one who made the impulsive decision to start with... I never thought I'd get this far, sex never actually got to the point of being this kind of dangerous before a couple of days ago. Never figured I'd have kids considering my conditions for acceptable partners are well beyond what is considered normal. Like seriously, I have a date in a couple of days and what I am supposed to do, explain that I keep having sex with a teenager for my teenage couple of days old child and that this is something they'll have to be okay with? Do I explain if this is found out that a teenage boy is actually older than me so this isn't the weirdest thing I could do? I'm not quite dishonest enough to lie, and I am also not quite childish enough to sit here holding hands for infinite time just to avoid something I would accept without unnecessary complications. It's all annoying," Saori explained. There were a few details missing but that was the crux of her issue. An annoying fact about the life of a girl that simply meant that any negative part of this outcome would be hers to bear, yet she still had to make the decision. To be a girl in this world was to lose, constantly.

Kazuhiko was not enough of a delinquent in this form to ignore Saori's words. In truth, he'd never allow himself to be. This was a state likely to shirk any authority not his own, enforce his own rules and abuse advantageous situations. No version of Kazuhiko would disregard a comrade's wellbeing, though. "Never will be. Don't get me wrong; I'll still fuck you stupid. What I won't do, is waste both of our time doing something you think is a bad idea without talking it through first. We've still got other options," he preached.

With that, Saori would be going on a very long tangent about her views and their existing conundrum. Mostly, she lamented the problems encountered on Gaia for the sake of their sexual endeavors. She had some very solid points to make, not the least of which was the list of social standards being broken for a few hours of entertainment. That was always the way. A short amount of time spent serving one's desires could have lifelong consequences. Kazu wasn't one who would add three more problems just to fix what was originally one. One thing that stood out to him, though unmentioned in any direct fashion by Saori, was the continued violation of social standards. She remained attached to life in this world ─ enough to fear ruining it. That, too, was something he could understand. Alas, there were some things that couldn't be undone ─ things that had to be addressed with someone, at some time. Family, friends, work and future... those were things Kazu believed she didn't have to worry about at all.

Once Saori found enough space in her lungs to breathe instead of speaking, Kazuhiko thought to address her concerns in no particular order. It was all sort of jumbled, so he attacked whatever came to mind as it did. "That's the close-minded part. You're too worked-up to think it through properly. I've done that a lot. You don't need to worry about your life. We had sex. If that were going to affect your life, it'd affect mine too ─ even if it wouldn't be as big an effect. Easy answer: we don't let it affect us. Sounds dumb, right? But nothing about the way we speak or act around each other has changed, so where's the danger outside this little circle coming from? I never even considered addressing it unless you wanted to. I'm too old to do something stupid like let you be caught for something I wanted," he said first.

With that rudimentary answer to the awkwardness of a fling out of the way, he moved right on to the date Saori apparently had planned."That one could be a problem, but what of it? If you have a reason to explain what we did to the guy you're seeing, then you have a reason to explain your entire second life anyway. So... why not do that? If you two become that serious, you'll eventually have to anyway. I give full permission to invite anyone you trust with us. If you're worried about their safety, take them back to the sanctum and stay with them; you'll all be safe and happy there. My life is complicated enough as it is. I wanted the sex because you're a bombshell MILF with a ton of attitude. That's not going to change for me, and I won't act like it has. If you don't want to do it, don't do it ─ but that's not going to soften my dick. If you do want it, that's all it has to be. Just let me know. We can wreck each other like two cars on a collision course, then go right back to business as usual. So... screw the magic, screw what 'needs' to happen or what's best. What do you want? Share some of that weight."

Kazuhiko confirmed the truth of his identity with the confirmation that he'd heard her and wouldn't be enough of a delinquent to ignore her mental breakdown just to have sex with her. Though he would still have sex with her. He'd been abnormally firm about that particular point since they'd entered the room. It was likely one of the oddest things about this more straightforward form of the man she'd known. Saori's pacing paused for just a moment as she stopped to properly stare at and scrutinize this form of Kazuhiko before she just nodded her head and continued.

Her tirade had gone on much longer than she thought it would and by the end of it, she realized she'd said a lot more than she'd thought she was going to when she opened her mouth. She meant to apologize for that, she'd had no intention of trauma dumping but apparently that wasn't necessary. Though her thoughts had been more disordered than she would have normally allowed them to be for consumption by others, Kazuhiko had no problem following along, nor any figuring out how to address the overbearing concerns of her life. He pointed out that she was being closed-minded and she continued to pace but actively listened to what he had to say. He was right to a great extent, she realized it having actually blurted out all the weird things in her mind already. "Yeah, I did say I didn't think you were a problem or anything. Everything about this situation is worrying to me but that might just be paranoia. And the Sex Devil game me the same advice about something else, I just wasn't thinking about it so openly. I will... concede to mostly freaking out but there is too much outside of the norm to sort through it all. I didn't mean to say so much either..." she said seemingly apologetic. She still really wanted to hit something but in truth she'd been told something similar about a different situation by the Sex Devil. And as a person she was in control of her own decisions and she didn't think Kazuhiko was a bad one.

As for the rest of her concerns apparently her date was considered an actual problem. Apparently, there was an answer to that as well. A tacit ability to simply bring along a person she trusted. A claim that she'd have to explain her second life to such a person anyway so she might as well, explain all the oddities at once. He even came up with some problem solving for potential issues. Still Kazuhiko had nothing but compliments to share and most of them without the complications and oddities surrounding magic or anything like that... but what would be the thing to stop her pacing properly. A mention of sharing her weight. "What a randomly helpful, flattering, weird and wholesome set of things to say to me," she said staring at him blank. "You sound like my friends... Fine. Fine," she managed with a hint of her usual attitude. Technically speaking, whether she realized it or not, this man became one of her friends with his offer and understanding of her random issues. "I'm actually fine with fucking you weird stuff aside. This form of yours does actually suit me and probably more than half the world's female adult population..." she said almost absently. "So wrecked and back to business?" she said in an almost casual manner.

Once he'd spoken, Saori's pacing came to a halt. She stared; almost as if sizing him up, but more like she was reading deeper into him through their conversation. He didn't mind the amount she'd spoken; venting tended to work that way. They had the strangest relationship beyond everything else, but underneath the oddities between them was a powerful core. Sena was going to be fine one way or the other. "It doesn't matter how much you said. It feels good to vent it all, doesn't it? I've been through the same thing this whole time. You're never as alone as you think you are. Open up to someone," he said in an oddly demanding fashion. Kazuhiko left himself open, though it didn't even have to be him. Hayami Saori, even as Saint Martha, should share her psychological burdens.

Mostly, Kazuhiko thought Saori should bring her loved ones along for the magical world ride. Her attachment to this world seemed centered around them, and he didn't agree with separation for no reason. Their safety could be all but assured at the Eternal Sanctum, and Martha was free to go along with them if she wished. He wouldn't be forcibly dragging anyone into the coming battle. As for their current discussion, apparently Kazu sounded like one of Saori's friends. That was a strange thing to say. "Aren't we friends? I always thought so. At this point in life, I'm looking for the benefits," he said coyly. Saori claimed his current form was appealing, not just to her but to half the adult population of women in the world. Would they move directly into something sexual from there? Well, not quite. "Oh you're getting wrecked; that's a given. Gotta get you out of that tracksuit," Kazu said while peeling away his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. The scars already visible on this form were shown to be more numerable as his torso became exposed. "But it's worthwhile to talk business right now. How's this arrangement going? Because I'm not the type who lets go forever. I'll come after you again in the future... hmph. If it's possible."

No longer pacing Saori was left to her staring. A rather demanding form of Kazuhiko was brushing off how much she'd let slip out of her mouth. He questioned almost rhetorically how venting felt and claimed that she should be sharing her psychological troubles with someone. He also wasn't so pushy as to demand to be that person and instead found it to be better if she happened to anyone she trusted though obviously he left himself open for it. "I'm a bit too independent for that sort of thing most of the time but... hai," she mentioned looking a bit sheepish. It was likely she'd end up having contact with one or two of her other friends she'd probably be able to better understand some of them by now.

Moving on from that point there was a question about the nature of their friendship. Saori supposed part of her more rigid thinking was that she might have considered them friendly but not necessarily friends over the course of them knowing each other in the other world. "Well, yeah I suppose we are... I didn't think about it like that before..." she admitted without much extra thought, as for his coy statements her eyes cut in his direction but what she found was him peeling himself out of clothes and revealing a scarred and muscular body. While she was in general a lover of tattoos this wasn't anything to scoff at. That half zipped jacket of hers had the zipper being pulled down as she thought over his commentary. "I guess it would depend on the circumstances. Being honest I am not exactly used to this sort of thing happening more than once, so it feels a bit weird to think about it. My own cloudy future aside, I could see myself accepting again if the timing was right," she admitted. Actually, from a point of pure honesty, she'd only ever wanted to have a secondary experience with Kazuhiko or the Sex Devil but her ideations about one time sex events being standard in her life just didn't make that seem like an option. She also wasn't trying to be involved in the oddities of anyone else's weird marriages or lifestyles. But as random one off events she could see the fun and potential. Still her eyes hadn't really moved, she was sizing him up, but this seemed like the kind of experience she couldn't have gotten. The attitude of people with the kind of build Kazuhiko now had was what she looked for but usually the dick didn't match up. Ah, but that wasn't going to be a problem this time either.

He knew how independent Saori was. It was one of her biggest flaws, and a major endearing trait as well. Regardless, she seemed willing to accept sharing burdens. Never one to push beyond reasonable levels, he left it at that. Saint Martha was no liar; she wouldn't just agree to get him off her back. Besides that, they were friends. She may not have given it proper consideration, but if one were to ask Kazuhiko... he'd say they didn't have to be friends in two directions. Whether he was considered a friend or not, those he counted as friends would remain as such. What he wondered, however, was if they would consider each other just a half-step beyond that under the right circumstances.

When his coat fell and his shirt opened, Kazu watched Martha. The way she was looking at him gave every implication of desire, but he knew better than most how one's mind could battle the body and soul. The zipper of Saori's jacket was descending. They were in for a session now, regardless of whatever future lay before them. She was more used to one-time experiences by her own admission, but apart from the reasons behind that past, her future sounded open enough. "Sounds like a deal to me. It'd be a shame to never go another round. We haven't even done that much yet," he said. Those black bandages around Kazu's arms and neck, as well as that loose necktie, would be going nowhere. Even his shirt was just left open as he stepped confidently toward Saori. Kazuhiko was soon standing right in front of the woman, his breeches being pulled down slowly but surely as his eyes traveled up and down her body. "You're moving slowly. That body's hard to resist, you know? Keep taking your time like that, and I'll just rip through the tracksuit to get what I'm looking for." As if to affirm his claim, when Kazu's pants descended toward his knees, his stiffened cock sprung forth. He'd not achieved full firmness yet, but he certainly had more than was necessary this early in their meeting. "But if you're feeling like you don't need those clothes, feel free to keep going slow. It's pretty sexy in its own way."

The independence of Saori wasn't something to be taken into consideration. She was however beyond most things a woman of her word, so if she said she would do something, she would. At the very least she'd try to be better about how she handled her own emotional stress and not let it boil over into the territory of problematic. What was problematic however was the undressing of Kazuhiko, which was oddly distracting as he wasn't even getting fully naked but somehow the movements of his body still demanded a certain amount of attention. Regardless, her open-ended offer of acceptance so long as it didn't get in the way of anything else was... agreed upon. That was good, but the cheeky commentary was something which caused an eye roll. That adventurous part of his personality was somehow both cute and annoying. "I suppose, I'll just mentally make peace with the an oddity I wasn't expecting," she said about everything else.

But what of Kazuhiko? His confidence in this form was way beyond that of his light-hearted and more childish self. And what he had to say in it was rather... exciting. She'd not been removing her jacket slowly on purpose, but his words did nothing to speed up her progress. "That is not going to help me get undressed any faster!" she claimed, in an almost haughty way. Actually, she had more of these tracksuits right? The only one she really liked was the one with the rising dragon on the back, other than that she was kind of not too attached to any of the dozens of these things she owned. "Hm, I think I'm going native," she mumbled quietly as she looked down at a throbbing erection, which was still probably the most formidable she'd seen in her life. "Definitely gone native," she commented with her eyes now drawn to the most dangerous thing in her vicinity. How her clothes came off in front of this man was no longer a direct line of thought. No she was more concerned about being bent over something and reamed for a while.

Saori would be making peace with an oddity, but Kazu didn't think it would become such a big deal. He didn't intend to make her another wife, or even a girlfriend for that matter. "You don't have to think about it too much. I won't bother you every day, or even every week... probably. If you need a good session, though, you can look my way whenever you want. Hell, I'll even spar with you if you want," he offered as compromise.

Regarding his mention of her slow stripping, Saori claimed it wouldn't make progress any quicker. That sounded like the words of someone willing to have their clothes shredded to Kazu. Lo and behold, her next words were about going native ─ those words being spoken while she stared brazenly at his exposed groin. Kazu flashed a wide, toothy grin that featured pronounced canines. His next words weren't spoken until after he stepped forward again, snatching Saori by the waist and pressing that 'dangerous thing' she stared at into her side. "That a new way to say going commando? Time's up either way. Let's see what we've got here," Kazu said as his free hand grabbed Saori's track pants at the hip. He pulled roughly to rip them apart on one side with ease, yet with enough care to leave anything underneath intact.

Saori had developed something like distraction and in watching Kazuhiko disrobe had taken quite the slow approach to her own. But that wasn't for naught, apparently, there were a few more words to share. Kazuhiko wasn't planning to bug her on any regular basis. It was good to know it wasn't within his thought processes to try adding her to his crazy lifestyle which was also a bit relaxing in that context. Ah, but there was a counter offer on the table as well, she could call him up, and he'd even spar with her... "That's a great fucking compromise!" she was way too excited about the idea of violence but there was a good reason. "I haven't hit something at satisfying strength in days, it makes me antsy," that was probably the last of her confessions for the day. Whatever the case, if she could have a spar, given her own connections between sex and violence, she could probably also easily switch between the satisfaction of fighting and the newfound satisfaction of sex.

Well, Saori thought she'd confessed her last, but it seemed there were a few more confessions left within her. She'd gone native enough to think that a more aggressive start up was exactly what she was looking for and would soon find it being exactly what was offered. There was also a toothy grin and a sudden collapse of the distance between them as her jacket finally came undone. She was wearing beneath it a black sports bra and underneath her pants a black pair of spanks with a grey band which stopped right under her bottom. Well, that wasn't at all what girls were taught was cute. Still, she couldn't say she disliked being manhandled in such a way. "Well, that was nothing resembling a warning!" she exclaimed, but there was nothing truly upset about her words. And moreover there was a little pink tint on her face. "Sorry no such luck. I just put on spanks after my shower. I wasn't expecting my day to go like this..." she murmured. That strange advice that Jeanne was always spouting had never seemed to apply to her, but maybe she should have thought it the rest of the way through. Though now with a throbbing cock against her side, she was sure today was about to take a vivid turn.

It came as no surprise that Saori hadn't utilized her full strength in some time. Even in the magical world, she was notorious for being a heavy hitter. Even a percentage of her physical strength would probably pulverize a punching bag in this world, unless she went through a heavy, heavy regression beforehand. Either way, Kazu would keep in mind the ringing endorsement of that compromise. "Deal. It'll be fun. Hit me as hard as you want," he stated. Kazu knew the fist of Martha was dangerous even to him in his current state, but... he could survive it now more than he could before, so it would be fine.

He'd given more than enough warning about the ripping of Saori's clothes, contrary to her exclamation. "Tais-toi. I told you what would happen," he said. As if to emphasize his earliest point, Kazu forced his lips against Saori's right then. Ah, but there was another confession on the way from her. She didn't throw on anything the general masses were looking for after her post-workout shower. As luck would have it, though, the pair of spanks Saori sported were perhaps perfect for Kazu's current mood. "Haha! It's definitely a you choice. I like it," he said. With that, Kazu pressed that same hand against Saori's mid back. With the other still on her hip, he aimed to hold her lower half steady while pushing the upper half. He did say she'd be bent, after all; they'd have to start over the nearby dresser. "You going to stay like that, or will I have to force it?" he asked while one finger began rubbing against Saori's crotch through those spanks.

Saori might get to hit something at a strength that would satisfy her in the near future. It was generally the case, that she didn't get to go all out against opponents in spars, but at least she'd get some contact out of a proper strength individual. As it stood, she hadn't actually made physical contact with anything and her fists in days, as she would indeed pulverize a sandbag with just a tap. A ringing endorsement for fighting and then maybe sex was something she could get behind without much thought.

In the meantime someone else was going to be trying to get behind her. She'd found herself being somewhat teased by Kazuhiko, as the lad claimed that she'd been warned enough, and then quickly applied his lips to her own. Physical contact was indeed something she reveled in so even in this context she found herself a little satisfied. A small sound escaping her throat as that contact was made. But her choice in undergarments wasn't one to impress but was instead one of convenience and functionality. Apparently, it was a her choice and one he liked. "Well, as long as you like it..." she commented absently. Now she was being bent, over a dresser with her hips being held as she was rubbed through those spanks and suddenly finding herself quite twitchy. She was asked something in the meantime, would she stay like this or would he have to force it? "You will definitely have to make me!" she said firmly, she wasn't the type to allow any less contact than she was going for and somehow it felt right to remain a bit argumentative even while in agreement with his actions overall. Ah and with a hand on her loins she had no problem finding herself with building arousal the physical contact seemed to do that for her, along with her skin touching that dresser and the sensation of his hand against her back.

"I only like it because it's got your personality all over it. Besides, you're shapely enough that it doesn't matter if skin's showing here; I can see all I need. But..." Despite his willingness to accept a pair of spanks on Saori, Kazuhiko did come into this meeting with an overarching goal. It seemed, according to Saori herself, that said goal would require effort and forcing from his side of the equation. That much was to be expected from her. Ah, but he didn't imagine it would be much of an issue. That one hand managed to bend her over the dresser, and her body's reaction to his other hand's indirect touch made clear her openness to stimulation. He surely had the ability to force her continued bending with more stimulation, right?

Well, they'd both be finding out soon enough. They originally used combat as foreplay, but not today. Today, he'd be kneeling behind the bent woman, lowering the hand from her back to pinch at her spanks right around the crotch region. With that pinch, he pulled to either side and tore a hole in the garment to unveil Saori's entire undercarriage. Of course, the current angle also provided a certain positional leverage. It took nothing from that moment on for Kazu to dive face-first into her folds, tongue at the ready to lap away at a slick pocket of fresh as if he'd already been at it for several minutes. He'd seen enough times a reaction to rapid stimulation, and theorized that it would work to keep Saori in position and... reasonably softened in a manner of speaking.

A clear observation and more of those oddly flattering words came from this version of Kazuhiko's mouth, "But..." oh. That didn't actually require an answer. It seemed that he was content to rip those open from the bottom. Well, she had dozens of these things anyways, she'd already decided the clothes meant nothing. No she wouldn't be remaining in this position she didn't think, except... he took knee behind her and began lapping at her folds. Saori's eyes widened and a moan escaped her lips. That was quite different and the lack of care taken to start such a thing was well beyond what Saori could consider normal. "Uuuah!~"

After that sound escaped her mouth she found herself relaxing into the attention. Well, that wasn't quite right, no. As this kept happening, her hips back shifted but her body remained bent over that dresser even as her knees weakened and she approached orgasm from a type of stimulation which was not often presented. Instead her hips were wiggling against Kazuhiko's face as her body moved towards orgasm and Kazuhiko was rewarded with Sudachi flavored mana for breakfast. Eventually though breakfast proper would be served as orgasm swept Saori and gave a flush to her already slickened loins and she... had her knees buckle under the pressure that release. This was less violent than normal, but didn't lack the physicality that she enjoyed.

There were no more words from Kazuhiko. Once his tongue made contact with Saori's loins, he proceeded to do nothing but lick and suck away for a seemingly endless amount of time. By the time his efforts yielded a rush of sudachi flavor to signal forward progress, Kazu was fully immersed in other successes. Saori had indeed been kept in position ─ even goaded further into it as he felt the backpedaling of her body into his face. Such was only more reason for his efforts to continue, and eventually even advance.

Kazu was not idle at all either. As time passed, many different advancements were made. Some moments would consist of two hands upon the saint's arse. Others featured an inserted tongue, or perhaps even a finger or two. In some cases, he even had her labia dragging between his lips. Kazu wasn't in a state of need this time around. This time, he was acting on desire alone... and he'd enjoy himself to the point of satisfaction, whether Sena's core was in its complete state or not. Uninterrupted, Kazu's face would be buried in the purple-haired woman's undercarriage for hours in this little pocket dimension outside of time. Clearly, he had no need of a rush. . .

No rush and no immediate need to sate anything but an existing desire. That wasn't something normal to someone like Saori. She was a very controlled individual with specific ideations in mind. As such the amount of attention paid to her loins in the aftermath of that first orgasm was more surprising than anything else. She'd not even fully recovered and the man behind her was still lapping away at her loins. And it would only get worse. The dresser she'd been bent over would be used as support. And her legs and knees would shake almost uncontrollably as hours ticked on. Why?

Well, that was easy, there was a slew of changing tactics. Different sensations and feelings. Some teasingly shallow, some deep enough to elicit moans and all of them causing multiple orgasms over the course of the passing hours. Her loins reached a state of pure saturation, more than she was used to feeling and even in that slicked state she could feel tongue and fingers doing all they needed to for her to reach that sweet point of bliss. But with this came another realization. The longer such an activity went on, the emptier the feeling became, an ache developed deep within as a desire to be filled sprang up. Desiring sex was easy, and one would initially think that what all that was necessary was the sensation of orgasm. But that wasn't quite it. There was more to be had and no rush in sight, but still that dull ache that came with empty orgasms would leave this woman panting over the dresser as if she'd run for hundreds of kilometers. "Fuck! You aren't going to keep doing this to me!" she barked. "Get to fucking me already!" yes, those were the demands of one who wasn't passive completely but who was being driven to madness by foreplay alone. She said this even as her legs shook uncontrollably amid a recent orgasm.

Kazuhiko was relentless in this form. He was the one who would consciously drive a partner to overstimulation, relishing in the satisfaction of doing so. In this case, even when Saori seemed to be holding herself up by the dresser alone, he didn't intend to stop. Of course there were magical benefits to this. He was becoming more attuned to Saori's mana, which would further help the offspring they were evolving via penetration of some sort. None of that mattered to Kazu, however. He was here to enjoy himself; Sena could have been completed with any amount of physical contact after all.

Only one thing apart from his own whims could stop him. Saori spoke, demandingly as it were. She'd grown too tired of the emptiness that came with this foreplay. He couldn't blame her; Kazu himself had been hanging on to a powerful itch since before they began. His tongue retracted, and Saori would feel the upturn of his lips against her nether. "Oui, Maîtresse~" he said teasingly. With that, Kazu rose. A straight, upward path left Kazu in the perfect position to have his shaft rubbing under Saori's folds by the time he stood fully. One hand gripped his cock, and the other took the back of Saori's neck as he leaned into her ear. "But if you fall to your knees, it'll be your turn," he warned while thrusting to rub against her dampened flesh pocket. He didn't seem to be leaving much by way of options ─ instead issuing a very direct challenge. With that hanging in the air, Kazu stabilized himself to thrust his way into her core. The initial entry was rough and swift, but from there would begin the slower process of exploring her womb. As it stood, he wouldn't stop until his pelvis felt the soft-yet-firm impact of her ass ─ after which he'd be seeking that impact again and again with every pump he took.

Relentless was definitely a good way to describe this form of Kazuhiko. In addition to the added maturity of the form it was somehow both very much the same and very different from his base self. Both individuals had decided that it wasn't necessary to try too hard to do something about that baby of theirs. Any amount of activity between the pair of them would likely help that situation. But between getting the baby where it needed to be and the end of their time in this space there was a lot of time to be filled. And before that time was filled Saori herself wanted to be filled. It would seem that Kazuhiko had been eating his fill so far and she'd been left with achy and empty insides. But upon being given a demand she felt a smirk which she'd attribute to his own satisfaction against her loins. He also spoke more French which definitely did nothing but cause her loins to twitch. Playing at student and teacher had been their thing before, he hardly counted as such now, but something about that teasing tone was... gratifying.

Ah, but that wasn't all. Soon enough there was a cock between her legs and a hand against the back of her neck. Kazuhiko was leaning over her and saying something... if she fell to her knees it would be her turn? Though performing fellatio wasn't something she had a great deal of experience with, she'd done it a time or two in the past without complaint. And given the sheer number of orgasms she'd had, she had no reason to say no... this was especially true when magical world logic was applied. "Hm? Well I'd have to fall to my knees~" she said in a challenging manner. She'd managed to hold for the duration, it wasn't like it was about to stop now. Even as a swift entrance had him within her core and her body trembling as she yelped. "Hyuck!" A swift entrance with all that extra contact could easily cause an orgasm long before he began poking around inside her womb and rubbing against her insides properly. But violence was still how she understood most things, and her entire core tightened around the unruly cock which would be found pummeling her. Her hands were casually against the wall... as said pounding began to cause the softness of her ass to meet his pelvis. It would only be a matter of time before not just tightening but a bit of movement of her hips occurred. Going with motions was natural enough, Saint Martha did possess the riding skill.

Kazuhiko issued his most recent challenge with a great deal of understanding. It was just as much a challenge taken unto himself as it was one given to Saori. They'd be here for ages if he tried to wear her down physically. Using anything magical didn't seem right either, so his approach would instead be... for sensory overload. If the feeling was rerouted from Saori's extremities to her core, he had a more reasonable chance. Another thing he had... was the belief in his own ability. "You will have to fall to your knees. When you do, I'll let that end of you rest for a bit~" he said as if her falling was certain.

And so began the actual sex segment of their encounter. The initial hiccup and orgasm of Saori were signs for Kazu to appreciate. They were the first signs of a possible future collapse, and he... was feeling particularly offensive. Saori favored combat, so surely she understood. When an enemy's shield arm buckled under the first assault, the time was ripe to strike again. So then... strike again, he did. When Saori decided to meet his thrusts with her own body, he angled upward in her womb. That tightening was nothing new, and indeed only contributed to the pull of gravity Kazu's dick provided. To fill completely while also drawing every nook and cranny into place was the way he operated unconsciously.

Consciously though, his efforts showed elsewhere. The hand on Saori's neck crept upward, cupping the crown of her head as fingers slipped between purple locks. It was with that grasp that he aimed to turn Saori's head toward his own. "You're always cute when you're aggressive. Even better when you're letting it out," he commented. Kazu's free hand was also on the move. He wouldn't be waiting around or making suggestions, direct or otherwise. He wanted Saori's mouth, so he grabbed her by the chin and used a thumb to pull at her bottom lip ─ all while slamming into her from behind. Once he'd pulled that lip down enough, his tongue would be en route to the warmth of her maw.

Kazuhiko was bringing a very different energy to this round of sexual activity with Saori. And with this man proving himself at every turn and event she was more certain that this kind of interaction was exactly what he could expect from a wide range of the population. Right now, the confidence he spoke with and teasing nature of his statement had her internally pulsing at the thought. She really didn't think she was into fellatio but she was very interested in what would be leading up to it, in this case. "You sound so sure..." she said in an amused manner. It was at least worth looking forward to, and her legs were strong surely she had some time before they gave out regardless.

Well, she did have some time, but that time was also being mediated by the man's natural ability. Her body felt like it was internally shaped to what was inside it, and beyond that the feeling of him plunging in and out of her wouldn't be the only thing she felt for a while yet. Her hair soon hand fingers in it that she could feel near her scalp and her head was being turned as he kept moving his hips. Even with her own body fighting back she knew, she'd already begun to spiral. Ah, but it was great to feel and she wouldn't think anything less of it. And soon enough her face was turned to the side and she was looking into Kazuhiko's more rugged and mature face. And what did he have to say...

"Cute?" she questioned. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been called something so soft. The question was asked aggressively but the sensation within her core and a newly developed thumping hinted that she might have enjoyed that too. No matter what though, it seemed that Kazuhiko was content to have his way, and with the energy he was giving, she was content to let him have it. A thumb opened her mouth and soon after his tongue was in there. But it'd find no friendly warmth and instead be wrestled. It was outrageous that he was putting up this much of a fight, but also great in ways she couldn't explain. If he had this sort of energy the first time he spoke to her about something like this, she would have accepted without hesitation. She'd have to remember to share that information with him, this was the kind of energy women needed from men they trusted. Her whole body was coming to life, and repeatedly she'd find herself convulsing on a shaft buried deep within her body. Multile times would she orgasm, moaning her content into his mouth sucking on his tongue and aggressively meething his lips. Yes... alll of this was fine.

Kazu sounded so certain of himself simply because he had every reason to be, and this particular incarnation wouldn't look for reasons to be modest. If he put forth enough effort, he knew the potential for overpowering results. Just the same, he knew the potential for danger... but they weren't exactly on Gaia; he just had to find the right level. "You'll see why," he assured.

Before any new techniques were applied, there was a question... sort of. Saori had an outward reaction to being called cute. Kazu fully meant that assertion, though that wasn't all. He offered response after a momentary break in the ensuing battle of tongues. "Yes, cute. What? Cute and sexy at the same time is a thing, you know?" he replied cheekily. One more lash against her tongue preceded one more statement. "And you're doing it," he added. With that, he'd be following through on Saori's latest climax. A bit of winding added to his thrusts allowed an equal amount of swirling within Saori's core. Such would normally result in pushing against her walls in alternating fashion, but Kazuhiko's constitution allowed a bit more than that. Where one side was pushed, would-be void space was simultaneously pulled form the other end. Deviants would say things along the lines of turning someone's insides to putty; Kazuhiko did so in a literal sense with no conscious effort of his own. He'd even keep that up while battering away, fighting and sucking Saori's tongue here and there between. It didn't matter how long he had to commit. Whether it took minutes, hours, days or eons, there was time worth committing.

Kazuhiko was so full of confidence that it was hard to deny him. Truly, if he'd approached every situation with this lack of modesty while maintaining his better qualities he could do or have anything he wanted. This was the full potential of an individual like him, and more appealing to people like Saori than she could even explain. Of course, there were spiritual explanations for this sort of thing, but none of that truly mattered to what they were doing. "Uh, the fuck is this..." she muttered. This was definitely the person she could call a comrade.

But beyond her own outbursts there was still whatever was going on within her insides. She was still kissing him and being near surprised that she'd been called cute. Not many could even think to do so, nor had anyone in years. He had something to say about it before a change in his actions. Cute and sexy at the same time... that was the assertion of the lad currently causing her knees to wobble with force that she didn't understand could happen. "Ugh, Shut up! Who told you to talk to me like that!" of course that would be her response, having something like that said to her was beyond embarrassing. There was a change as he swatted her tongue a bit with his. Truly she was hilariously contrary but also couldn't help herself. Rare was it to embarrass someone like Saori and he succeeded simply by virtue of confidence and applied word usage. What about her core though? A building orgasm happening because of a swirling motion which didn't fit a normal explanation of physics. She was sure something should have felt empty in turn but it didn't. No. Instead she felt near constant fullness, her loins wouldn't help but accommodate and nothing about the tightness of her core or flexing from this angle was lightening the load. All of her control went back to her core, and when she lost it, and orgasm washed over her, those weakness of hers wobbled like she'd been squatting maximum weight for twenty years straight. Ah, but she wouldn't be giving up, several courses of this could happen, several hours or days, and several orgasms before the one that came with an audible scream an a weakening of her knees that she couldn't stand through. "Aaaah, FUCK!~"

Someone did tell Kazu he could speak to the woman the way he did. Saori would have her answer mere moments after her outburst ─ all while Kazu continued holding her chin and pressing her lip. "You did. When you decided you liked it, you told me to keep going. Remember?" he teased. And so began a seemingly long stint of plunges, swirls and the like. Kazu didn't care to keep track of how much time was passing, but he did continuously take note of climaxes experienced by Saori.

Eventually, his efforts were paying dividends. One screaming orgasm from Saori accompanied a very noteworthy loss of stability. That was precisely what Kazu had been looking for. "Haah?" he muttered. Just to see if the milestone had been properly passed, Kazu promoted another movement. He stepped back, pulling at Saori by the hair to move her away from the dresser. He wouldn't be allowing any free support if now was the time for her legs to give way. He would, however, ensure any collapse wasn't so sudden or impactful. "Careful. Turn me on too much, and I might just come looking for you sooner next time," he warned.

The demands of Saori weren't going to be unmet. That was a very unusual thing to have happen. Even so, it would seem that her questions were her own to answer, at least... that was Kazuhiko's stance. The rather cheeky mature version of him, claimed that she'd been the one to give him permission to talk to her the way he did, by telling him to continue and liking it. "That's... ugh," she couldn't even get out a proper argument. She had told him to keep going. And what was more she didn't dislike how he spoke to her either. It was quite a confusing thing to realize. Whatever, there was time for introspection at later, now was a time for fun.

Speaking of the fun, eventually everything he did culminated in quite the heavy orgasm. She'd been placed on that dresser ages ago, and had been using it to support herself. Her legs turned into jelly and it seemed that she wasn't the only one who noticed. Kazuhiko's more mature self, seemed to be quite interested in that sort of thing. Could she stand though? Well, she wasn't going to be given time to properly regain her footing. "Careful? It's only been a day to begin with, deal it it!" she mentioned as her legs wobbled and gave way. Well, it'd been one hell of a session so far and even she wasn't exactly sure how long they'd been going at it already. Even so, she remembered that she'd thought that this wasn't the worst possible outcome whenever it popped up. So here she was staring up at him with an expression that could only be described as... bitchy. "Well? Hurry up, I'm not going to wait around down here forever!" she snapped at him, not willing to remain in such a position for long if she wasn't going to be occupied. This choice was his and she was willing to allow it, she'd met the conditions of the switch after all, and wasn't unsatisfied when it happened.

Just as Kazu expected, there was eventually no further supportive use to Saori's legs. He knew it to be just an eventuality, with the only question being in regards to time taken. The outcome, however, was no less brilliant than he'd hoped it would be. Ah, but his warning saw to the return of Saori's abrasive demeanor. Had it been only a day? He couldn't tell. "It'll be a year if you keep looking at me like that~" he teased. That bitchy expression she used to stare up at him couldn't have been meant to arouse, but that was all it did. Even with a nonchalant smile on his face, Kazu moved as if a shock or chill struck his spine in that moment.

What's more, Saori was outright rushing him. Kazu hadn't even finished walking around to her fore by the time she began barking orders. As for her not waiting around in the floor forever... she was right. He didn't expect her to do that, but Kazu had another quip to share by the time his drenched cock was held in front of her face. "I doubt you will. But you'll be waiting down there until your legs start working again. This is a huge moment for me; I'm going to appreciate it," he stated. With that, he was shifting his rod about, rubbing its glans against Saori's bottom lip and staring endlessly down into her face. Already, he was throbbing with excitement. "Tastes like sudachi. Give it a try~"

A year if she kept looking at him the way she was currently? Well, it wasn't as if she'd intended to stop what she was doing. She couldn't do so consciously. She was abrasive and aggressive until she wasn't. Those who were fully able to experience a version of Saori that wasn't abrasive were growing steadily in number, but also... not very numerous. Whatever the case, Kazuhiko would never be one who received only the soft version, it could be said that even the mature version of him rubbed her the wrong way, or the right one if they were talking about it in specific contexts. That little chill like movement which happened while she stared only proved it, there was a certain weakness to her attitude that most people maintained and it just an invitation for her to keep being aggressive. Blood in the water... as some would call it.

Ah, but she wasn't alone in her behavior. According to Kazuhiko, Saori would be waiting until her legs worked and he'd be enjoying. Of course he would, she wasn't as innocent as someone like him, she knew the dreams of men and breaking people with bitchier attitudes. "Appreciate all you like, but I'm not going to wait around..." she commented not losing her own abrasive nature. She also knew by experience most could not do it. So, here she was, at the receiving end of something fairly new to her own experiences, with a cheeky man rubbing the tip of his cock against her lower lip. Oh well, she'd be bound to open up her mouth again regardless, but not because she didn't already know what it tasted like. She was more than well aware of how she hit the senses of others, "I am aware. I don't need convincing," Still haughty she managed to be as her mouth opened and her tongue extended. It'd been quite a while since the last time she gave a blow job, but she at least had the pointers of her original friend group and the added ones from Kaguya given the magical world additives to understand what was important. The sudachi flavored mana that was her own coated her tongue and filled her palate, but there was a hidden almost nutty flavor somewhere below. With that in mind her cheeks collapsed as she began sucking him into her mouth while accosting him with her tongue. With his body in front of her, she'd use his thighs for stability all the while staring up into his face with that same bitchy expression.

Once again, Saori claimed she wouldn't be waiting around. She wouldn't have to; Kazu himself wasn't feeling very patient either. "Well, obviously your mouth still works," he quipped. Kazu had already started learning how different people brought different things to similar experiences. Saori proved herself to be a whole new level of that very concept. She brought such bite, such snark, such pure emotion not necessarily linked to the sex acts themselves. Her partner could be immersed, distracted and surprised all at once in the right situation.

In this specific situation, Kazu was laser-focused. This truly was a colossal moment for him. It had nothing to do with any ulterior motives or some bucket list, but everything to do with this moment being a perceived impossibility that may have crossed his mind a few dozen times more than necessary. This new life that he once found so jarring, was more and more becoming the best life to live. Things only got better in the exact moment Saori's tongue made contact with his cock. He didn't even have a chance to comment before her lips closed around it, concave cheeks and all. Hands upon his thighs was somehow a nice touch ─ especially with those spiteful eyes staring up into his face. From Saori's perspective, what she could see was the strangest mix of excitement, confidence, anticipation and... a bit of cheekiness.

Kazuhiko and Saori were having a good time. Saori had come to understand that this more mature version of Kazuhiko had the kind of attitude and general personality she enjoyed and because of this, she was having a much better time than she would have normally been capable of. Even with the switch of positions which placed her int he more, subservient role, she wasn't exactly feeling very subservient. It was often that she found herself fellating someone, but she had at least the base knowledge and attitude not to be horrible at it.

That constant staring into Kazuhiko's face, wouldn't be shifting at all. Without speaking she had no real way of knowing of such a thing was going well without a few visuals. She was using his legs to balance her upper body and moving her head back and forth with consistency. Even within her mouth her tongue was moving as well. So much so that eventually the only sudachi left was that of her own mouth and she'd gotten to some kind of nutty flavor against his skin. Oh well, she supposed she'd be finding otu the truth of that at some point in the future. Her face was gaining redness and her work with her mouth would continue. What did she see in Kazuhiko's face? Well it definitely wasn't disapproval or anything like that... given this she'd simply continue though at some point she'd find her mouth a bit too full and need to swallow all that built up salvia. Doing this had her taking him much further back into her mouth than normal and swallowing. After being told that she could take anything she wanted into herself, a little test was well worth the effort. She chose her own mind and body over conventions all the time, so pushing past her gag reflex was something she could only take as a triumph, even if sucking dick wasn't a primary function of her life. She'd add it into the other techniques to be used against the lad as such things only ended one of two ways, by expulsion or tiring of it and she was sure men didn't simply tire of such things in the same way women did.

Saori had much more than the knowledge to not be horrible at fellating a man. At this point in life, Kazu could consider himself a master of receiving such services, given the list of women he'd received them from. Though not one to compare in any negative way, he could certainly give Saori a raving review, whatever her own opinion was. She wouldn't have to rely on visual confirmations, either; Kazuhiko was always very free with acknowledgement of others' abilities. "You're really good at this. You do a good job keeping consistent. Everything you put your body to, you do well," he praised earnestly.

Lo and behold, things were soon to become even more intense for Kazuhiko. As fate would have it, these acts of service always had to evolve at some point. Saori doing so came with an air of aggression he was very accustomed to, but a transition that was entirely new. He even quirked a brow as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, his hips acting of their own accord and thrusting in a shallow way. Time would pass as such, and Kazu's efforts would only become more conscious. He would eventually be found with a hand atop Saori's head, thrusting into her mouth with purpose. Several minutes had passed at least, but to whatever end... that almond flavor had already begun entering Saori's mouth in liquid form. Moments after that began, Saori would find herself at the receiving end of the full burst. Ah, but Kazu was never that rude, even in present form. He offered a bit of slack to Saori's head, along with a verbal warning. "Ready? You already know what to expect," he said, leaving Saori to take his load in whatever way she preferred.

It was interesting, Saori could count the number of times she'd performed such an act, and it was less than a handful including this moment. Even so, what she'd be receiving from Kazuhiko wasn't just his facial expressions and the like, but instead... verbal praise. He claimed consistency in whatever she put her body into, how strange. Even so, she'd known Kazuhiko long enough to know that praise that came from him wasn't empty. He wasn't a liar nor one who gave false compliments to manipulate. Such information made moments where he acted as such, surprisingly wholesome. Even now, Saori's face reddened more but she didn't stop what she was doing. Far be it from her to let a bit of praise distract her from the task at hand. No... she'd do what every normal adult did, bury that until she needed a mental pick-me-up at some other time.

And some other time would be far displaced. Her actions didn't stop, and her advancements only seemed to encourage a bit of difference. She supposed there was something nice about the idea that Kazuhiko hadn't tried to force himself in anyway down her throat until it was obvious it was something she was fully aware of... it definitely fit into the nice guy persona, which seemed directly contradictory to his current look. Soon enough there was a hand atop her head, and his hips were thrusting into her mouth quite a bit. It led to a certain rhythm of movement and a certain amount of force, being pulled in, pushing out, moving her tongue swallowing on his cock when it made certain depths. It was oddly fulfilling in this way, and she was even occasionally getting a hint of almonds which she knew to mean he was about ready to burst. And once more he proved himself something of a gentleman who warned of the coming problem to allow her the ability to take said expulsion the way she wished. In her mouth or all over her upper body were the only real options. In response to this warning she was appreciative but he only thing that showed on her face was a roll of her eyes. Well, it wasn't like her attitude was about to stop just for this. But in this case she'd take it in her mouth as it seemed to be something she desired and unlike other such instances, she'd actually swallow a great deal of that almond flavored liquid. She swallowed quite a few mouthfuls before pulling away but still she felt quite accomplished in her own talents at this point. What was more, she was pretty sure the strength ofher legs had returned to a pretty great extent. "It's really not bad but that still feels weird to do. My brain isn't wired for magic," she said in observation.

Kazuhiko was just conscious enough of consequences to avoid forcing them with his actions. With Saori's attitude toward sex, he doubted she did something like this many times. He wouldn't be one to make it a bad decision this time, if it could be helped. Just the same, he didn't want to ruin his own future opportunities. His load was inhumanly explosive in multiple ways; surely any of her previous experiences fellating someone, if there were any, didn't involve something so extreme. As such... he gave warning. Much to his physical satisfaction, that warning was not shied away from. Saori seemed fully motivated to take him straight to the mouth, without even withdrawing. The end result was Kazu grasping at her head again, as if to ground himself by using it as leverage.

Kazu's breathing was erratic throughout ejaculation. Each swallowing motion of Saori's throat warranted a throb, and even a tremble through the rest of his body. One could even call those movements small jerks forward. "Hnnah!" he moaned audibly. It took Kazu a moment to bounce back. In that time, Saori offered her commentary about the strangeness of swallowing magical semen. "I've got no experience before the magic, but even I agree it's all weird. Still glad you did it. Merci~" he said while retreating. Kazuhiko offered a playful bow to the woman, noting the strengthening connection of sub-cores in Sena's display nearby. Well, he'd lost no firmness; the yet incomplete state of growth in Sena was just another excuse. "Legs working yet? We're not nearly done here."

Consciously or unconsciously, the right balance was achieved. It was in general a good mark for men everywhere that such acts managed to be completed without feeling forced. And true to his own thoughts it wasn't the sort of thing often done by Saori, but she didn't mind it, in this situation. Her motivation held even through a bit of extra grabbing of her head, and the continued throbbing within her mouth and throat. Ah, but all was well as she was eventually released and he took a moment to catch his breath. She could take great satisfaction in doing that and having it turn out the way it should, whether she felt fully responsible or not. When she commented on the oddity, Kazuhiko spoke on it as well. He had no experience with sex before it was a magically enhanced thing, but claimed even with magic as his only point of reference he though it was weird. Still he was pleased it had happened that way and thanked her for it. She looked up at him with a raised brow, she'd keep an initial wandering commentary to herself. "Don't thank me for that..." she managed sounding a little cross but also a bit sheepish.

Moving on from that he playfully bowed and she only scoffed but there was a little upturn of her lips. Perhaps she found him a bit more amusing than she'd willingly admit. She also took a look at the cores of their soon to be daughter and knew they weren't quite bonded enough. That being said, at this point it didn't really matter, as for the state of her legs. "Yeah, it's not like I skip leg day or anything..." she said extending her arm for a hand up. Once she was standing again she'd stretch almost casually. "What's next though?" she asked, she'd been bent over for a couple of reasons and on her knees, but the flow of this situation didn't dictate any particular outcomes. Anything could happen so she was willing to be a bit flexible about what came next.

According to Saori, she was not to be thanked for a blowjob. There was no way she thought that would discourage Kazu. He was grateful, and he would express it. "You did something you didn't have to do ─ something you seemed like you didn't want to do when we were talking earlier. You're getting thanks for it," he demanded. The fact that she considered it weird in the aftermath only furthered his need to express gratitude.

Regarding Saori's legs, there was more snark. She extended a hand while claiming she never skipped leg day. While reaching down for that hand and offering a supportive lift, Kazu took the time to look at the legs they discussed. "Obviously. You could crush melons with those things," he said. As for what came next... Kazu happened to keep hold of the hand he'd taken. He used that hold to pull Saori all the way into himself, forcing the closest embrace including an arm wrapped around Saori's midsection. He'd keep that hold in place while backpedaling toward the bed. "Next? I like it turn-based. You can try crushing me with those legs if you want. Promise I can handle it♥~" he flirted. Whatever happened next was left in Saori's capable hands. He reached the bed's edge, but he did not take a place on it. He could sit, lie down, or remain standing; it didn't matter which. What did matter, was the interest in seeing the extent of the legendary Saint Martha's ability. "You classed Rider, right? I'll be your mount whenever you like~"

Kazuhiko was still himself even with that more mature form and snarky behavior. Nothing made this more obvious than his commentary about the thanks that Saori claimed she didn't need for her offering of fellatio. He all but forced the thanks upon her, using the logic that she did something she didn't have to do, that it looked like she didn't want to do... "Mendoukusei, that's a really you thing to say," she said rubbing her head a bit. She didn't much see the point in that sort of thing for herself, but she was a fair person. "Fine, do what you want," she said. If he wanted to thank her she had no real means to stop him. And while she understood his logic there were a few reasons she didn't see it as necessary in this case. Regardless, they were still having fun and she'd continue on that.

When asked about her legs, she'd been snarky, but also given a hand up with another set of compliments. "I've done it before," she said about crushing melons but there was something almost prideful in that admission. She always found those kinds of moments amusing, so she wouldn't be denying her physical abilities ever. As she stretched she found herself pulled into an embrace. How odd, but when making contact with his form she could only look a bit surprised. In any other circumstance, if someone had pulled her in like that, she likely would have punched them but here and now, her guard was a bit lower than normal. He moved them towards the bed, standing in front of it and keeping her close. When she asked what was next he claimed she could try crushing him with her legs. He claimed he could take it and flirted with her to that point. "That's a dangerous statement," she stated honestly. He wanted to take turns and that was very much like him and he brought up her class as Rider and she knew the most effective way to handle the situation. Saori was a special case though, even as a human on Alaya she'd been classed as a rider without allocating anything to the skill, her natural leaning made her capable of Riding and taming dragons which she was certain made her dangerous in such a position of power when added to her physical prowess. in her mind, that dick of his seemed perfectly mountable but, it was still risky. Her eyes narrowed as she looked and him, "If you're sure you want that... I'll do it, but... if your dick breaks you're explaining it to the other girls," with that she washed her hands of the situation and turned into him, placing her hands on his shoulder and pressing him down into the seated position. Once that happened she'd be found straddling him her body lined up over his cock as she stared into his face. "Last chance~" she mused, knowing that if she settled into this ride she wouldn't be stopping until she found satisfaction.

Saori had indeed crushed melons between her legs before. Oh, to be a melon, Kazu thought while still staring down. The rest of her track pants had long since been torn away, and barely anything was left of the spanks. As such, he had full view of Saori's thighs. "You're making me add things to the list," he said. To have his head or dick between thighs like hers was always a dream, whether he realized it or not. Perhaps they'd get around to that during this session, or perhaps... he'd save it for a later time. Regardless, Kazu knew what he wanted now. Saori herself didn't believe it was such a grand idea, however, granting him chances to back out even as she coerced him into sitting to be straddled.

His was the responsibility to explain to the others if Saori broke his cock. He fully believed her capable of doing something like that, but doubted he would fall victim. The intensity of those warnings, though... it made him think she must have had a bothersome past. Kazu stared into the woman's face. Why so many chances to change his mind? "You've never been able to go all-out before, have you?" he asked. One thing Kazuhiko never liked was someone having an inability to give their all to something that gave joy. Even though he doubted he'd suffer injury... if doing so was the risk taken by letting Saori push herself to new heights, he'd take that damage every time. "I'll be fine. Give me all you've got with no worries. If it breaks... no, that won't happen. If I let that happen, I'd miss out on seeing you enjoy yourself next time. There's too much I want to do with you for me to allow that♥~"

According to Kazuhiko the confirmation that Saori had once crushed a melon with her thighs made him add things to his list. At this point, she was quite sure that men had death wishes. She had to assume some sort of mental lapse to make someone want to put their head between someone's thighs when they'd admitted to being able to crush a melon. Human heads weren't that sturdy normally and she definitely had the experience in life now to know that information. "I don't know how to take that..." Saori said aloud.

Saori gave Kazuhiko plenty of warnings and the full ability to back out of this particular situation. Placing her in the driver's seat so to speak wasn't necessarily a good idea in her own experience. In general if she could move her own hips of her own accord completely someone was in danger. Though her experiences in the last couple of days gave a bit of hope, one of them had been situations in which she'd taken more than what was needed. She'd not allowed herself that kind of freedom with someone else's body. Deep within there was still a bit of trauma surrounding such a thing. Of course, Kazuhiko wasn't exactly dumb especially not in his current from he seemed to understand where her base reprehension came from. "I was a monster long before the magical world," she explained. The truth of the matter was, that there weren't many who matched up her physically when she was younger, and one of the few times she got past the start she hadn't been able to find satisfaction, instead that night ended up with a hospital trip, a night lamenting even trying to have sex in the first place, and... a lesbian experience. Well that was too much information to share for no reason.

So, she waited giving that time to back out but... much to her surprise he simply claimed it wouldn't be backing out. No, he claimed that he wouldn't break and that she should give it all she had. He claimed that if he let himself break, he'd not get to see her having fun and he didn't want that. He wanted to have fun with her next time too. Saori found herself looking down into Kazuhiko's face while her own blushed just a little. She felt something odd in her chest, like an abnormal beat, and came to a unique understanding. She knew in this moment, exactly why the girls outside were in the process of making the choices they were. "Sou ka, I didn't expect to hear something like that... but I suppose you fit the bill already," she mused while leaning in she pecked his lips. She felt he deserved that for making such a friendly offer even to his own potential detriment. Her own friends had once told her they could help her with the sadness she had surrounding her sex life and offered themselves to the situation. Odd though that was... it'd done what was necessary to help Saori out of her shell. If such a moment existed now, she supposed she had no choice but to take him at his word. He didn't lie anyway. And with their bodies already lined up, she began to sink down onto his manhood. She was kneeing with her legs on either side of his torso beginning to squeeze both externally and internally as she worked him into the tightness of her properly muscle controlled body. Such was somehow far tighter than any other method of entry like the muscles of her abdomen were simply always tensed from this exact angle and it contributed directly to the tightness of her sex. The oddity of this was, she hadn't tightened up all... it would be really obvious if she did.

"However you like," Kazu replied without hesitation. It didn't matter how Saori took his words; it only mattered how she took his actions. There was no effort to reject any ideas present, so he'd keep them logged for later. For now, he was more concerned with the development of something Saori had never gotten the full enjoyment of. He'd seen a number of women take to riding and seemingly find unspeakable pleasure in it. If she was missing out on that potential, there was a problem in need of rectification. Her problem extended beyond Alaya into her original life. The more Kazu learned about this, the worse it seemed. No way was he backing down now; there were too many reasons to chug forward.

Well, there was nothing for him to actually do. Saori was ultimately the one who had a movement to make, but first came the reddening of her face again. That sort of reaction kept happening around Kazu lately, even more so than during his random adventures of the past millennium. As for the transition itself, Saori's descent began in moments. Such a smothering experience it was; he would have assumed it was an anal insertion if not for the obvious wetness of it all. "Hngh─alright. Sign me up for something new and unexpected, I guess," he commented with an extended wince and accompanying clench. There was a plan he needed to execute, so he'd find a momentary distraction with that. Saori still had a top on; that couldn't stand. Well, he'd just casually go about grabbing her shirt and splitting it across the center to bare an unsurprising sports bra. That would have to be torn as well.

Kazuhiko claimed that Saori could take things as she liked. Well, she intended to do that but... it was quite dangerous as a thing to say given what they were already discussing, "Hai hai..." she murmured. Whatever the case, Saori was the one who had to lower herself onto his manhood and she did so. While her hands relaxed against his shoulders, she slid into position. Well, as easily as slid could be applied when one considered the sheer friction of a ride from her with this precise angle. It'd been quite a while since she made such a descent but still, she aimed to do it without potentially causing problems, and to get a feel for it. Still the fact that there was an obvious showing of surprise was somehow both comforting and disturbing. She knew that from this angle she was absolutely disasterous. She'd found that out when the idea of her taking charge had been passed around as a method of giving the man in question a break. It hadn't worked and the break he'd received was not at all what he'd thought he was signing up for.

Kazuhiko in this case, had been told... though not explicitly exactly the sort of situation this was, but she supposed some things had to believed. For now, she was receiving the first interesting moment for herself, when her own lowering stopped upon reaching the entrance of her womb. She'd not felt something like this before while being in charge of it. And the sensation alone made her pause as she exhaled at the same time that wince of Kazuhiko's took place. He claimed he was signed up for something new and unexpected, "Iia, I warned you," she mentioned as shirt was ripped away from her form. Up next would be sports bra but much like all her workout clothes she had dozens, it wasn't as if she'd miss any one set at all. "That's almost a relief..." she mentioned having someone buried not completely but some amount without this situation completely coming to an end while the tool was the fleshy sort she could feel the response of was refreshing. Well, being still wasn't really going to work so movements would have to begin. She started with shallow motions, simply lifting her hips and lowering them to move him away from her womb entrance then back towards it. Like this a gentle kind of sensation was being built up, but unlike others it had all the rhythm of a repeated reps cycling. Consistent as they were, ever so often, her core would tighten, though it was reflexive in nature. No purposeful strangulation of his manhood was applied, she was simply moving herself in the way which felt most natural to start such a thing.