Munetsuchi

Anais was soon distracted, there was so much information flowing through her mind. She saw a strange elf woman in a large green hat, and instances of various ingredients being used in more ways than she understood. It was as if she was learning how to use all these things with her own hands, she was seeing so many images of a sharp eye'd teacher sharing her own information. It was strange but it was informative. She also saw various flashes of this man coming to his own conclusions about various uses of these same things. She was given both basics and expansion and in the same moment came to realize how studying under someone actually worked for Elves. Oh? That was it wasn't it. All the while it seemed as if a tongue was permanently aiming to reach the depths of her throat. How very strange, she couldn't really do anything but accept everything coming into her mind and try to compartmentalize it. She began treating those small images as flashcards, like she would have studied in high school. She tried not to concentrate on the fact that this man was making out with her to convey this information and tried more not to think about the fact that she was sharing her first kiss in such an intense and strange way. It was platonic, but also intimate, she understood it at her base, but it was still quite strange to be involved with. She supposed at the very least she'd have her studies to distract her from her human follies while she sorted through everything he offered her.

As one came to acceptance another did the same. Strangely, Charles had little to say about what she'd shared. He claimed that he couldn't yet process all that information and that she shouldn't worry about it. Instead he simply wished to have his mana cleansed that he might keep firm in his memory why he was aiming to go back to his former home the way he was. It was an admirable thing, his will to continue, as far as Sakura understood it. "Hai, onegaishimasu!" she murmured. Still, in the spirit of being friendly, she'd make sure the information she had was passed along to him so he had it to work with later. She continued to offer her own mana to quell the negative feelings and sought out the mana that was tainted with things that weren't innate to his nature. She'd take it all into herself as she aimed to cleanse his body by the meeting of their mouths. He didn't think his body would work, but as their mouths began to meet again with her wet tongue forced into his maw and moving about as if she intended to taste the entirety of his being... her hand came up to his chest. She began to draw it downward ever so slowly, seeming to stop at certain points as she aimed to manipulate the remaining mana in his body. She began moving it towards his core and what was more towards his manhood. If she succeeded in this, by the time her hand made it to his groin in their intense make-out session, she'd find stiffness she could work with for the purpose of their continued mana transfer. Her own desire to help him, thus she'd spur along his own release, so that she might eventually swallow it along with the rest of his negativity. All the while she was pulling mana into her body and separating it into parts. Her chest would be gently swelling as she aimed all purified mana there and all tainted mana towards her core for further cleansing and use. Such a transfer was a strange thing for even Sakura to experience but it wouldn't stop her from acting. She did not come with normal human hold ups.

It seemed Anais was receiving all necessary information; however, there were some caveats and confirmations necessary in these exchanges. Ailen had not given a transfer of knowledge like this in quite some time, given Miwa's existing understanding of things. When was the last time his purpose in exchange was alchemy alone? It had been ages. In fact, perhaps Anais would even see for herself the last person to exchange with him in such a way. He knew it to be his mentor, as he'd never taken an apprentice prior to this day.

Even when the act of tongue-wrestling was not done for solely sexual purposes, there was an eventual need to break. Ailen didn't intend to have a very long one, but he'd use those brief moments to allow reprieve for Anais' spiritual palate, so to speak. "If the transfer is too much, say so," he commented before his tongue was thrashing against hers once more. For something not so sexual, it seemed very... purposeful. Ah, but that was what Ailen meant to convey earlier. In fact, one would find that he was consciously avoiding the advancement of a typical mana transfer, despite any physical reactions that were always certain to... arise. Natural developments or not, Ailen was a respecter of wishes.

Of the three visitors to Munetsuchi, two were presently having their mouths tongue-punched by someone they met mere minutes ago. Sakura took Charlemagne's insistence to progress by first kissing him again. Well, that was at least something he'd come to expect from this one. He even needed the relaxation that came as a result: the gentle reprieve from all that building negativity. He didn't seem to be reciprocating very much, yet there was one thing he couldn't avoid. Sakura's hand moved down his torso and acted as a magnet for his mana, shifting it to precisely where she wished it to be. Of course, the desired location was his manhood... because where else would she want it? With that sort of ability, surely she could have moved it all into his mouth or something, right? Whatever the case was, he couldn't argue with it much as the response of mana became mentally conflated with physical desire for normal humans. As well, there was an influx of strange understanding in Charlemagne's mind. Physically, he felt there was certainly something desirable on the way. Spiritually and mentally, he was beginning to feel there was some merit to all Angelica, and now Sakura, explained to him. Why did this suddenly feel so normal? He'd understand fully soon enough, maybe even before that throbbing phallus of his subsided... or maybe after.

Anais was receiving an immense amount of information. Of course, she didn't see a problem with anything happening even as her throat was being basically assaulted by another person's tongue she was gaining knowledge. Not just of alchemical ingredients, but of mana transfers and what they meant, how they worked and the depth of exchanges. Those done in this case between Master and Apprentice weren't things to be considered the same way that she was taught. The ideals of things like virginity and chastity were simply false. These weren't necessary to her understanding of life in this world. Oh? How interesting, it was like all the morals she'd been given in two lives didn't need to be considered. If she needed knowledge she could get it here. She could come to understanding the difference between exclusivity in a relationship and the exchange of knowledge, it was a rather open amount of information to receive. Strangely, she was pulled away from as she was organizing her thoughts, a brief intermission took place in which the elf who was her mentor mentioned, that she should let him know if it was too much. It went without saying that Anais was flustered, but it wasn't an unpleasant experience it was a lot but not too much. "Iie," she murmured only to have him place his tongue back into her mouth. It was quite an experience as she realized he was just kissing her and his body had come to experience what she knew previously to be shameful arousal. No, that wasn't it, this was the natural response to the situation she was in as it developed, what was more, she experienced a wetness beginning to pool between her legs. Ah, it wasn't just knowledge of mana and its purposes, but also the act of sex as a whole. Oh...

Ah, as Anais learned the ways of the world by virtue of experience, Charles was given a very interesting amount of information and mana manipulation. There wasn't much reciprication on his part, but given the situation Sakura didn't expect it. No... she was a goddess by her nature and she knew her body would allow itself to function as long as she wished it to. She could only hope the lad was able to handle everything happening to him in the moment, she'd been reserving the more extreme measures to be laid out overtime only when needed. As for his thoughts on why she moved it down, there was a reason, the natural movement of mana was similar to that of digestion or the movement of blood. It had a starting point and a spreading point, to move it in the opposite direction would disrupt the flow and impede the process. Besides, it would all likely move back up to his upper body when he reached the proper conclusion. As such Sakura would continue, she'd handle him with care, beginning to stoke his manhood after the proper amount of mana reached it. He didn't fully understand yet, but maybe he would. She'd continue her work feeling the build up of mana and whenever it reached it's maximum there was a very specific task she'd undertake. She had to take the rest of this mana and to do so she'd allow the expulsion of what remained of the mana she was moving into her mouth. She'd bend herself to accept it and continue the methods she had for making sure every ounce of the evil his grail possessed left his body and entered her own. Strangely the only thing that would leave her body would be goodness, but that would require him to take it directly from her body. Specifically she'd feed it to him in the way of parent and child, from her breasts. At least that was her plan as she began the process of subduing the evil of his cup.

Indeed, the relationship Anais had as a student with her mentor was not to be considered the same as she and others would expect. Just the same, it was not to be considered some scandalous thing, nor in the same way as friendships or intimate relationships of varying levels. An apprenticeship was an all-consuming thing where, in many cases notable in elf society and some others, two participants became everything to each other. The master would be the student's lifeblood, their enabler, the one who made them the most they could be. At the same time, the student would be the master's legacy, their cause for continued study, and even the reason they lived and grew up to the point of taking said student. Such was how it had always been for elves, and how Ailen viewed the current arrangement. He would be Anais' living dissertation, and in exchange would make her his magnum opus.

During their brief intermission, Anais refuted the idea that their exchange was becoming too much. Ailen's hands had shifted slightly, giving his palms a feel of the girl's cheeks. There was a warmth upon them that wouldn't have been found in most exchanges with other elves. Fluster? Yes, the manner of her response seemed to support that idea. No matter; he'd take the girl at her word. Any other time it became necessary to breathe properly, he'd have something else to say amidst broken trails of saliva. "General background then," he heaved into the girl's face. "Ready?" he asked, fully prepared to reinsert his tongue and impart knowledge not related to mana transfers or that particular potion ─ knowledge of all plants and other ingredients within this very grove. Of course, he questioned her readiness because it was quite a lot of information to share. In his understanding, it would take many revisits to the current exchange alone for someone to grasp everything about these ingredients. His intention was only to prevent a baseline, that Anais could begin her own experimentation in an informed manner. This exchange, however, was considered dangerous. Ailen was an elf with a vast array of knowledge to share about most things, and this was a rather extensive list of things. If Anais retained even some of the things he shared, she was once again proving herself as a perfect choice. A guarantee would have been a different method of transference to deliver the 'feeling' in addition to knowledge, but that was a matter he chose to leave in Anais' hands. How studious was she? Time would tell, but all who learned would be left to do so mostly at their own pace. Such was Ailen's way.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne was left wondering if this entire world was just some pervert's dream scenario. All the way down to the base functionality of everything here, there was something sexual. Well, whatever. He supposed it would just be his fate to make-out with some random young goddess while simultaneously receiving a handjob. Actually, Charlemagne hardly realized it, but his tongue was starting to move against Sakura's. If he forgot about everything else, he'd say this was all a very pleasant experience. Sakura's hand met him with a gentle touch that surprisingly managed a lot in terms of providing sensation. Perhaps this would have worked without all the magical mumbo jumbo? No, his mental hang-ups wouldn't have allowed that. Though, if it managed to start... he could see it finishing/ Why was he thinking that way? He shouldn't have been thinking that way. It seemed now that the aggression was tapering off, he was suffering the effects of being in a goddess' presence. Charlemagne's eyes closed not even to shut himself away, but because he was starting to enter a state of ─ albeit undesired ─ bliss. More mana was welling up in his groin than ever before. His manhood felt ready to physically burst constantly, and there was even more of a similar sensation building within. That strange pulse was back as well. Why? He'd been under the assumption that it was a very Angelica-exclusive feeling previously. Was it a goddess effect, or... was there something else to it? Charlemagne dreaded the latter as an idea, but as he looked at Sakura now, he couldn't completely discredit it. How very bothersome.

Student/Advisor relationships were very different in the world Anais originally came from. Even so, she could accept that the two of them had some kind of almost symbiotic connection now as people who were moving towards similar goals. She was aiming to learn the depths of a new craft and trying to learn how to make something better, and he was trying to impart all he knew for similar purposes. She could accept this information as he gave it and try to work with everything. Apparently what was up next was general background knowledge, when asked if she was ready, a simple murmuring would happen. "Hai," she agreed and soon after she was drowning. Unlike her earlier bits of information she was being impractically bombarded with all the information she could ever really want. Everything in this lab, every plant and all its uses, every animal part and every discovered use, not just in physical description as words. Her body went almost limp as she tried to process it. Her earlier mental creation of various flash cards wasn't something she'd be able to do with this type of information. All she could do to absorb it a bit. To remember things like names and early uses but even those were being buried by information within her mind. She had to relax, this was a lot to take in. There was also the hands on her overly warm face which did nothing for her present state of embarrassment.

Moving on from that point, there was Charles dealing with all the things in his own head concerning his feelings and Sakura not truly understanding his hang-ups. This much made sense given her up bringing, just the same she continued to do what she would. That deep kiss and the movements her hands against his manhood were done specifically with the idea of taking darkness into herself and feeding him back that which belonged to him. The constant pulse of his mana was something that Sakura felt and could easily match with her movements, that kiss of hers deepened as she explored. She was stroking away ready to receive the rest of his mana. What she was taking out of his upper body wasn't the most of it. A more direct burst was what she was expecting and she'd have to break their kiss to make this happen. Actually one of her hands moved, to his family jewels as she would work on the rest and she'd pull away. "You can relax, I can sort through the rest if you allow it to flow more freely," she said letting him know that he should expend himself. Of course, if he did as she asked her mouth would move to accept the explusion which she'd swallow and finish filtering. All the while she'd begin lowering her kimono a bit to free her ever expanding breasts. Well, it was technically the least invasive way she could give him back the mana he expended.

This particular offering of knowledge was a hefty one, but Ailen had confidence in Anais' ability to retain more than a reasonable amount. He did have a few minor concerns, though. Some would experience a sense of overloading from such quantity. Ailen believed Anais was far too accepting of new information for that, he thought. As for the transfer itself, the physical aspect was steadily building. The heat of Anais' face was a more pleasant development than it should have been. Ailen's hands were busying themselves gently caressing her face. Was it some part of the process to better transfer information? No, of course it wasn't; it was just more natural progression in the exchange. Once more, there was a very slight parting of lips. "How do you feel? This is a far rougher and more dangerous way of sharing so much. If this is your physical limit though, it is the only way. I trust you to get something from it," he said. Before any opportunity to retort came about, the lip-smacking returned with a vengeance. With so much to learn, Anais would have to find the time to respond herself.

Speaking of finding time for responses, Charlemagne hardly had any since Sakura first leaned into him. She was steadily stroking his tool in the most tantalizing way, and just as steadily consuming him by mouth. When the latter ceased, Sakura made it clear that she meant to consume him from somewhere else. How... lewd. What she specifically said was something about sorting through the remainder, provided he let it flow freely. Interestingly enough, that was very easy to interpret. "That's such a weird way of putting that!" he exclaimed. Just then however, he realized what that secondary feeling was. It was somewhat masked by all the mana-related madness, but once he got past that, it was something very familiar: the feeling of pending ejaculation. How had he missed it before? "Ah─! If you're still waiting on that warning, this is it!" he blurted out. So sudden was the realization of what was happening, and just as suddenly, he'd be spewing what had the look of normal ejaculate from his tip. Sure, the quantity was a bit excessive for what he understood of human production, but it didn't look any different. What Sakura with her senses were sure to pick up from it, however... it was a darkness that had no place in this world.

That very intense kiss was continuing to happen. As far as Anais was concerned she never really had time to consider the physical sensation of it, mostly because she was mentally still trying to process a lot of information. She was accepting of it, and figured if she needed to recall it, she'd be able to with a few moments of valid thought towards the subject in question, like being asked trivia. Whatever the case, soon enough the kiss was broken again, if only for more words to be spoken by her teacher. He continued to caress her face, in a way which likely made this seem a lot less professional as an exchange, but she also didn't mind this at all. He conferred that this was a bit of a dangerous way to give so much information she could see that, he asked how she felt and claimed to trust her to receive all he had to offer. She didn't immediately get a change to offer, as lip smacking continued. She supposed it would be strange not to answer, so between those instances of lips meeting, she managed a few short answers. "I'm fine really..." she managed quickly before their lips were together again. "I'm compartmentalizing..." she claimed. "It's only a little embarrassing," once more. "I'm managing I think..." she offered at last. That was mostly a complete thought. Her brain was still functioning.

While Anais had to figure out how to deal with the new intimate teacher student relationship she had, Charles had to deal with the problems of his mana cleansing. Ah, in this case, Sakura shared words with him, which he understood, but claimed were weird. She managed to look at him as if slightly confused. "But you understood," she mused as if it was the most sensible reason to speak in such a way. Granted she also didn't see those sentences as lewd, she had no reason to suspect anything else. Ah, having separated their mouths, she recieved just one more warning as the pooling of mana in Charles body was expended through his phallus. Of course, she moved her mouth to catch all that was expelled, closing it gently over the tip for just a second or two to make sure all ended up where it needed to. Even while she removed it, she left her mouth open after the initial swallow just in case there were any residual spurts of mana to be given. All the while her face seemed to redden though not innately for the reasons one might think. Here was an echo of power in her chest in the same moment, as if something had just manifested within her person. Sakura knew his grail was tainted but this feeling was like the purity of evil condensing within her person. Even as she separated the purest pieces from the dark, it seemed to be condensing near the core of her being.

When she looked up and made eye contact with Charles, little hints of red had entered her once purely blue eyes. "Oh? That's what that's like... it's a lot of power to take mana this way," she mused as if she'd simply learned something new. But nothing else about her speech pattern had changed. "Hm, this taint is its own entity... that's strange. It tastes spicy..." she murmured seeming not to think about it too much. Now her chest was being exposed, she moved up again. She moved in such a way as to force her now exposed chest into Charles's face. "Char-kun, you have to take back the purified mana. I have condensed it all here. And I'll do this once more to make sure you don't have any residual darkness left..." she murmured as she placed a hand back on his groin. There was a nipple hanging directly over his mouth as well. Her entire chest pulsed with pure mana, waiting to be taken. She was making an offering of purified mana back to the lad, he should have no problem pulling on it for himself. All while she continued to try and compress the evil she'd consumed.

Anais did indeed find time to response. Between small breaks that appeared here and there, her words were offered bit by bit. To hear that she was compartmentalizing was good; that meant she was retaining something. He couldn't fathom why she considered it embarrassing, though. Why was that? Well... the best way to find out was asking in this case. As such, Ailen spoke again the next time an opportunity presented itself. "It's only us here. You're doing exceptionally well, especially for a beginner. Don't be embarrassed," he said, each sentence spaced with another meeting of lips or lash of tongue. The intensity seemed to only grow by the moment. Ailen wouldn't release the girl until all information he planned to deliver was given, and there was much left for the first lesson. Soon enough, one of his hands had left her face. That same arm wrapped itself around Anais' midsection and held her tightly against his fore. Once more, he seemed to completely disregard his own physical signs of arousal, even as it pressed against the girl. Mostly, his maneuver to keep them closer to each other was one that took advantage of his height. Tongues dancing inside Anais' mouth while his own was higher, there was the addition of gravity to the saliva from his tongue to hers. The flood of knowledge would only become more powerful until it reached its end.

That very same statement could be applied to a lot of things. For example, Charlemagne experienced a flood of sorts that only intensified until its end. What would have been a spillage of seed became something sucked directly into Sakura's mouth. More and more, he was seeing the ridiculousness of divinities in this world. What was with magical things being connected to sex acts? She was definitely taking the corruption from his body, as Charlemagne himself could confirm by feeling... but it was heavily overshadowed by the lad feeling as if her intention was to pleasure him. 'Just the tip' should have been fine... but it wasn't. So much sensitivity in such a place only resulted in those additional spurts Sakura stayed behind for feeling more natural. In clearing it all, Sakura seemed so very nonchalant. She spoke casually about the type of energy she'd taken, and Charlemagne's eyes finally reopened. Ah... he probably shouldn't have done that. In doing so, his first sight was the bared chest of Sakura hanging right over his face. "... Eh?" he muttered immediately. She wasn't so voluptuous before, was she? Maybe she had one of those easily-concealed figures. No, that wasn't right. Her kimono couldn't have covered those without some sort of wrap underneath, and he saw no signs of something like that! Why were they in his face? Why did he feel inclined to suck them? Why was her hand on his crotch again?! Well, that last one had an answer given by Sakura herself. Actually... so did the earlier questions. He remembered speaking with Angelica about mana transfers and how the act of giving was done by women. Oh. So he was meant to suck it out directly after all. Charlemagne winced upon realizing this, but in the end, his mouth was slowly opening just to close around Sakura's nearest nipple. With that, he'd begin to inhale and... remember not to be surprised by the thought of a breastfeeding non-mother. . .

Even as Anais became more comfortable with the exchange between herself and her teacher, she seemed to be maintaining her rather embarrassed expression. Between the heat in her face from the exchange itself and her forcing her brain to conform to the idea that this wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it was, embarrassment was all she could feel. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she was learning in the way taught by elves, and she was even being complimented. Ailen seemed to be trying his best to help her and also seemed pleased with her developments, so why? Why did the words he spoke as question and encouragement hit her ears so strangely? Her ears flapped atop her head, and she couldn't even manage being properly stunned. There was a wet tongue and smacking lips but between those she managed to explain herself maybe. "I know," she paused as more knowledge flowed into her mind. "We're alone..." she said as she tried to catch her breath. "It isn't meant to be..." she said gently. "But it still sounds so lewd..." she finally managed. "That's what's embarrassing," she managed the whole thought eventually even as she kept breaking up the knowledge. She had no problem accepting it. She even knew that the root cause of her embarrassment had to do with her prudish and lacking upbringing. She knew it was her own mind's fault for finding shame where there was meant to be none, but that didn't do well for balancing her out. Still she felt the shift of his arm around her body. His fore pressed against her in its entirety. She knew by his earlier lesson that this exchange could have been made sexually for her better understanding, but she also understood that this meant she wasn't considered unattractive in the moment. It was a strange set of things to realize, while her mind was being filled with a deep knowledge of Alchemical Ingredients.

Sakura seemed to have surprised Charles again. Even so, there wasn't much time to waste thinking about his problems with their current level of exchange. Strangely he didn't have much argument left in his soul, and did what was asked of him after only the gently explanation. Sucking upon her nipple would allow him to take mana directly from her person, which would most notably have a flavor similar to sakura infused sweet sake. Well that didn't really matter. It was a strange sensation but now Sakura was experiencing something else. She could feel a strange amount of power pooling in her body. On her skin red lines seeming like exasperated versions of her own mana circuits were making an appearance as he sucked away at the remaining untainted energy in her body. As he did this her hair also seemed to be losing color from roots to tips it was becoming more of a silvery lilac color instead of the rich purple it had been. And that redness in her eyes seemed to be spreading across them. "You can suck harder it isn't a problem for me..." she stated pretty clearly. Though she felt no different she knew the negative emotions of that dark energy would want to encompass her. She found herself wondering what this power was trying to do when it had nothing to cling to.

More short breaks were utilized by Anais for the purpose of speaking. She knew they were alone, yet still she was embarrassed. Something shouldn't be... what? Something sounded lewd. Ah, that explained the embarrassment quite simply. The behavior of virgins was quite different to others, regardless of whether they understood the truth or not. Though he could understand this fully, Ailen had one thing to clear up regarding the apparent 'lewdness' of his words and actions. "You should understand by now," he said softly. "It is meant to be," he added. "I am offering you myself." Still, words were only shared with each taken breath. This kiss would not be properly ended until the transfer was complete, as determined by Anais' own mind... or her will. "The lesson contains whatever you wish to take from it," Ailen continued. "Knowledge," he said. "Power," he threw in. "Desire," he included. "I am your mentor. Take from me what you like. Knowledge is yours to seek as you see fit." Those final words came with open eyes that stared directly into Anais' pupils. The hand that had not yet left her face slid down then, his forefinger curling under her chin as his tongue hung its way into her mouth yet again.

Charlemagne was beginning to receive the Holy Grail's pure mana. It had traveled through himself into Sakura, and would now be reentering his body in its purest form. There was a bit of his old self in it, making it all feel as natural as drinking clear water. There was also enough of Sakura's essence in it to grant it flavor and and additional sensation. What was that? Oh... that liquid mana exiting her breast tasted like her namesake. Those goddesses were strange, but it seemed they had a strong sense for symbolism. Angelica had the aura of an angel, if one could imagine such a thing being physically manifested. As he drank from Sakura, he felt a hint of something resembling intoxication while that refreshing drink washed down his throat. All the while, Sakura was changing physically. Strange, red markings were spreading across her flesh. That very obvious sheen of her hair was disappearing until it all turned nearly white. Her eyes were also becoming red, and something about her attitude seemed to shift. He could suck harder, she said. Strange; Sakura didn't seem that type before. Whatever the case, he couldn't argue at this point. Charlemagne had become like a desert camel led to an oasis. Common sense said sucking harder would let him drink more, so it was only natural that he acquiesce. Ah, he even managed a bit of movement. One hand rose to grasp her bosom from beneath, allowing him to keep it steady throughout the transfer moving forward.