Munetsuchi

Was Anais doing something odd? Probably. But that wouldn't change the fact that she managed to express herself as clearly as possible. According to her mentor, she should understand by now something important. His words were meant to be... lewd?! No, that wasn't quite it. More lips pressing together, more tongue in her mouth and his explanation became more clear. His mentorship of her, wasn't simply for the sake of teaching her Alchemy. She was able to study any variety of subjects under him and take from him any lessons she wished. Knowledge was hers to seek, whether it concerned power, desire or anything other thing he understood. This sort of learning seemed like the sort of thing that would make someone into a pervert. But that meant her mentor was more like a life-coach with benefits, independent study and sex practice? Hm, there was something about it that made sense. Having already spent about three hundred years in this world, she found herself lacking the ability to truly resist. Seek knowledge as she wished? Well... it wasn't like she had to explain it to anyone... Ailen's hand was on her chin, his tongue dangling its way into her mouth. Maybe she didn't need all the information today, but... she could take a bit more. Her own tongue wandered up moving as she'd already gained understanding of this muscles usage. "Hai, shishou!" she gave her understanding with just those two words. And relaxed further into his body, her arms wrapping around him as she willingly accepted more of this lesson. She wasn't quite done yet.

At the same time, Sakura was having purified mana leave her body and the active consciousness of the tainted mana that remained seemed to be trying its best to claw its way out of her body. She heard its voice whispering in her head, demanding she acquiesce and do what it wished, but Sakura wasn't the type to submit to anything like that. Still the power she felt crawling along her previously unoccupied mana circuits was far from the worst thing she ever felt. What was more, Charles took her at her word and drank from her breast with more vigor. Ah... that felt nice, like a release of pressure as she held back the tide of the corruption with her own form. Even with the work she was doing, those red lines were working their way around her form up her back and eventually even creeping along the side of her face. Whenever Charles was done, taking the most of his mana, and he spilled again from the movement of her hand against his loins, she would take that last bit as well. She would take that into herself as well. The whole entity in her body was full of fear and self-loathing but Sakura didn't know such feelings, she couldn't be manipulated by them. The container that she was could definitely hold this corruption but... she'd need to do something with it eventually. Was getting his mana back enough to keep Charles' body from falling apart. Had his core reformed and his source been sparked. She'd be staring at him all the while, accessing him to make sure. "Don't hold back... I have to make sure I have all of the corruption so it doesn't taint you..." she murmured against the side of his face. Her unoccupied hand rubbed the top of his head, in a manner most comforting, even as her physical form seemed to change to accomodate the darkness now centralized within her.

Surprise, surprise. Ailen's most recent explanation of things garnered a surprisingly affirmative response from Anais. She'd been so tentative and even fearful this entire time. After a bit of additional consideration, however, Ailen was able to feel tension leave the girl's body. It was interesting to think that his first and only apprentice was such an innocent person. For hundreds, even thousands of years, he'd been sought after by much of elf society for his vast array of knowledge. It didn't even take a day of knowing Anais for him to decide she was worthy... and lo, she was beginning to understand herself. Maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe she wanted something else as she matched his embrace. No matter the case, Anais was proving far more proactive than she'd been in any moment thus far. With her initiative, Ailen took a cue. That hand which had been looped around her midsection found its place gripping her opposing hip. While she sought further knowledge, or whatever else she was looking for, it was his privilege to enable her. His other hand shifted back to her cheek, rubbing almost passionately as their lips began separating only by exhales traveling directly into Anais' open mouth.

Sakura's physical changes were confusing, yet acceptable. It wasn't like Charlemagne could find an explanation for it if he tried, so he didn't try at all. Besides, he was busy. That mana was pouring more rapidly into his mouth to be swallowed upon every inhale. That alone would have been enough to keep him occupied, but Sakura was also still tugging away at his manhood. She had something to say as well. He wasn't to hold back, eh? That was difficult to do anyway; it didn't really need saying. She claimed to be making sure there was no remaining corruption in him. Was that the truth of it all? He didn't feel any, but he supposed additional checks never hurt anything. Besides... it all felt too good to deny wholeheartedly. Even if he wanted to reject these advances, he couldn't do so from a point of lacking desire anymore. No, Charlemagne's body could never lie even if his mind told it what to want and what to reject. His very soul, or what remained of it, couldn't reject something like Sakura. Even though he was still very much fragmented, this exchange could be the last thing he ever did... and it wouldn't be a bad way to go in reality. As such, he let himself relax while absorbing the absolute purity pouring into his mouth. In relaxing his body, his tool pulsed. A few spastic hip jerks later, and he was sure to begin spraying a much 'cleaner' spurt of 'creative' fluid into the air and... probably all over Sakura's moving hand, or whatever else was around.

The affirmative response and the relaxation of Anais's body was met by further comfort from her mentor. In truth, she was willing to explore quite a bit with the understanding that she wouldn't have to explain it to anyone, but she was willing to learn her limits bit by bit. As a hand found its way to her hip, she seemed to be a bit uneasy. No that wasn't right, as she actively sought his tongue with her arms wrapped around him her knees seemed to weaken and her thighs seemed to rub together a bit. There was something about this which was strangely arousing. Of course, she'd been given the knowledge already that saliva transferred knowledge and acclimated mana, but the gentle wetness pooling in her breeches wasn't something that she fully expected until it was happening. She found herself seeking a gentle sensation which involved tightening those muscles incidentally as their oral exploration continued. Their mouths only separated a bit as they continued but she didn't feel any immediate need to speak... there was still quite a bit going on in her body and mind that she had to relate back to information she'd already been given. That was fine though, he seemed to be rather accepting of her figuring this sort of thing out on her own.

Moving right along Sakura was busy stroking Charles manhood again and allowing him to feed himself directly from her person. She was soon rewarded for her efforts with a spew of his fluids without any residual traces of the evil within it. She could tell this simply by feel but since her breasts had now shrunk back to their still massive but more standard size she sat up. When she released his manhood she gently brought her hand to her face her tongue tracing a sample of those fluids as she checked them more directly for residual dark energy. "Hm, that's much better... it isn't spicy anymore... tastes more like almonds..." she mused. Yes that was much much better. Stability had returned to Charles, but he wasn't quite finished yet. There was no creation of new core nor an awakening of anything unseen before. Ah... perhaps the first two were just necessary for stability and now they were to find out how to make him into a proper person. Such a connection would also definitely tie them together while she figured out what to do about the influence of the darkness which had crawled up her legs. "Char-kun... it's time for your awakening and mine... I hope you're ready," she mused. As a goddess she didn't require any extra stimulation, but strangely she didn't feel like this would be a bad experience regardless. As she shifted her form, she'd soon be straddling Charles's exposed manhood hovering above it. She found herself taking in the lad's visage, but this wouldn't stop what would eventually be her descent upon his manhood.

Arousal tended to be inevitable in any transfer of mana lasting longer than a few moments. In the case of Ailen and Anais, the 'lectures' offered by the former were sure to be long. As such, both parties would be doomed to the same fate regardless. Ah, but that was also natural. In any form of mana transfer, the body and soul would always understand the easier path to success. Some would call it the Call of Creation. Others might refer to it as the seeking of truth, among other similar titles. It remained unclear what Anais wished to gain from this meeting. She agreed to accept Ailen's knowledge, but the movements he found her making were wholly unnecessary. Speech had come to a stop between them as well. Ailen knew his own reason for this; what was hers? The next time he got a chance, Ailen would be asking. "You're fidgeting," he said, once more returning to her mouth. "What's the matter?"

Charlemagne spewed himself all over Sakura's hand. Of course he did; he couldn't free himself from her chest in time to give any warnings. In typical strange goddess fashion though, she seemed completely unfazed. No, it was so much more than that. Her hand stopped moving over his groin, moving instead to her own mouth where she... licked his seed from it. No. No, no, no. She had to know what that looked like, right? Regardless of her reason, that was an act of seduction. It wasn't solely the flow of mana which kept him hard as steel thereafter. He couldn't even keep his mouth over her nipple during the shock of it all. "I-I... that was... um..." Well, that was all very interesting. What more was there? Apparently he tasted like almonds. Noted. Moving on. The purification had been done, and the time had come for his awakening as well as Sakura's. Now she was speaking his language! "Yosh! I'm ready!" he said, assuming the next phase would be something more normal. Oh, how wrong he was. . .

Shortly after speaking of the next phase, Sakura moved. Charlemagne assumed she would be preparing for a nonsexual arrangement, but she instead threw a leg over his lower body. She didn't even hesitate before getting into prime mounting position, which Charlemagne was now very familiar with. Needless to say, he was surprised once more. "Wait, so you mean─aaAah~!" Silenced again. Charlemagne could feel a warmth against his groin that far exceeded the touch of a hand. That, too, was something he now understood. She was descending, and he was... somehow failing to say anything that would stop it. Did things really have to go this far?

Anais found herself diving into a certain amount of this form of arousal, but she'd never physically experienced it before. In her life in this world, upon the discovery of her specific type of protection, she'd been told that she had to retain purity to retain power. She was encouraged to deny pleasures of the flesh which weren't in general a problem for her because she didn't speak to very many people nor feel very many things. She knew from her 'tutoring' that such a thing was nothing to fear about her power, but even when knowing what arousal was like in theory experiencing it in first person was... odd. Thus her legs and thighs seemed to fidget quite a bit and such movements didn't go unnoticed. No, Ailen commented upon them between moments of their kissing. "I... feel strange," she stated at first. "I know what it is, from the explanations in my head, but it's different to experience the sensation of it, after only witnessing it before..." she stated as their lips came back together. "It's difficult to feel and reconcile as I try to unlearn 300 years of forced shame and modesty," she answered honestly before their lips were brought together again. Ah, she felt like she had to get all her sentences out pretty fast, almost like it she'd have her mouth occupied more than anything else. How much would she adjust this day? Well, she supposed when she found her stopping point it would be obvious to her.

Sakura apparently had no problem shocking Charles into speechlessness. She told him of the taste of his mana, and of the purity it now possessed and he seemed fine with it. What was more, he seemed to be quite done with the more senseless parts of his arguments against the things happening here, until of course, she began to lower herself onto his manhood. He'd agreed already but by the time she was lowering herself he seemed to be thinking something else. Ah, but that was a sound of pleasure and happening she sank into his lap and her internal walls closed around him. She stare into his face from here and begin slowing moving her hips at pace. Everything she'd been told about mana transfers said they were to be shared experiences. Charles's mana and her own mixed well, so they should be able to reach the ultimate truth simulatenously while his new core formed and his source woke. Still her mouth wasn't occupied so she had no problem speaking even as those now blood red eyes seemed to be taking him in. "Of course this is what I meant, Char-kun. There would be no strength to the bond without a true transfer, and there can be no creation of a core without the act of creation... as they say, besides I might need the truth to figure out what to do about this corruption I am holding within me," she said to quote some of the previous generation, all the while she explained her motivation. She could always think of something to do, but there were many options even while this nagging self-loathing and fearful evil tried to eat away at her. Those red lines on her skin were exceedingly sensitive and where they made contact with Charles's body she could feel little jolts of a stinging or rather a tingling sensation. Just like the one she was getting as the fore of her sex made contact with his pelvis. How interesting.

The amount Anais would adjust was something to be learned by both parties. Her stopping point would also be learned by both herself and Ailen, as his was nonexistent due to various circumstances. Apparently, she felt strange. She was experiencing something that had been transferred into her mind as theory, having no previous knowledge of the sensation itself. That made perfect sense. 300 years was quite some time for one who seemed as mentally young as she, so it also made sense that she'd not immediately unlearned her habits. All things took time. Speaking of time, he'd take a few additional moments between lip meetings to give a fuller explanation of things. "Ah. I understand," said Ailen. "That is the cost of restraint. As with all things, there are prices for overindulgence as well as underutilization. Am I still right to assume this is the most you desire from the physical aspect of exchange? The next step would synchronize your Spiritual Core to better adjust the physical sensations of your new knowledge."

Ailen said quite a bit, but that didn't change much. The moment his lips stopped flapping, they were smacking against his apprentice's once more without hesitation. Unlike her, he was no stranger to the arousal that came from these meetings; his mentor had gotten him adjusted to such things many centuries ago. Ah, but his was also a case that was less important. If he was not physically sated by sharing knowledge, it only meant he'd have to go through the veritable hell of getting Qin out of the way to meet with Miwa. That didn't have the highest chance of working, but a chance was a chance. Anais however... well, hers was a situation he was not privy to, so he could not assume ─ nor could he do anything more than guide.

In the meantime, Charlemagne's outburst resulted in total failure. Perhaps it wasn't failure, though. Some might call it a great success instead, and perhaps Charlemagne fell into that hypothetical group. Whether he did or not, there was no undoing one fact: he had now begun the act of fornication with a relative stranger. Sakura lowered herself onto his tool, which she proceeded to clamp the hell out of in a way he imagined only those goddesses could manage. Charlemagne had always been a pretty talkative guy; Angelica and Sakura had become the two capable of silencing him very efficiently. "Transfer? Can you even call it that?! It's like you're trying to crush me─" he groaned. Even so, there was no way to interpret anything resembling displeasure in his visage. He did seem disgusted with himself for this, but his hands were moving about as if they wished to take hold of Sakura. To think, she hadn't even started moving properly. What would that be like? Though he believed he shouldn't have been, Charlemagne was undoubtedly excited to find out. Such a filthy piece of garbage he was inside.

After she managed to explain herself, Anais was a bit surprised to find her mentor giving a bit more advice. Well, he'd said his job was guiding her, so she supposed extra advice when she was confused, regardless of the subject that confused her, was likely well within the bounds of his offerings. What was he saying... her current lack of reconciliation was the cost she paid for her restraint. She hadn't understood when denying herself for so long that it would mean not understanding her own physical needs and desires. He made the assertion that the next step was one which would help her better rationalize her physical sensations and wondered if this was still the stopping point for her. She took a moment or two to consider. There was no real danger in extra exploration, no one could question her. In this case it wasn't a thing which was considered naughty by anyone present so maybe a single step forward wouldn't be so bad. Her body seemed to want something more from this exchange, and that among other things was included as part of her instinct. She had trusted her instincts and they'd not led her astray so far in life... so why would now be the time to let teachings she knew to be false take precedence over how she felt? "If I am going by feeling, this isn't the most that I want..." she stated honestly. "I don't know how far is far enough to become overindulgence though..." she offered honestly. She needed a bit more clarity before she was sure, but she was almost certain she wanted her body to stop aching. It was hard to concentrate.

While Anais took baby steps towards debauchery and understanding, Sakura seemed to dive headlong into a shallow pool gaining understanding with her body in a single moment. She sank into Charles' lap and had him respond to her words by speaking of the rather forceful grip her body had placed upon his. She looked down at him studying his face for a few moments and came to a single conclusion. "You say that but..." she paused gently as she placed a hand covered in those same read markings upon his chest. "You like it, Char-kun..." she mentioned as she used her hand as a point of leverage. "You can hold me or touch me... if you like. I don't mind the contact will help us both~" she said almost teasingly, though it was the truth. She began to lower and raise her body on his shaft. She didn't remove him from her core, but instead allowed a gentle shift of him within her folds. Each rise was met with relaxation and each lower with a gentle rock and clench internally. This wasn't something she thought about, but instead was something cause by a jolt of sensation as her pearl made contact with skin and she received the briefest jolt of sensation. It was nice, she began to understand as pressure pooled in her loins that she should be working to relieve hers as her hips moved to achieve release from Charles. "Do you need something specific to help you too? Or is it fine if I do this?" she asked as her hips moved in the slow rhythm that allowed her to chase the pleasantries she felt in her loins.

Some consideration would be given by Anais. As the apprentice, it was very important that decisions be her own. His was a duty of care, a privilege to be the baseline to ensure informed decisions. She didn't seem to be wrestling very much with the thought. When lips next parted, Anais expressed that this oral transfer was not the most she desired... in terms of feeling. Proving herself once again to be his ideal apprentice, she further noted a certain lack of understanding. She didn't know what counted as overindulgence. Making a note of that was good ─ excellent even. "It's good to be wary. The limits are also yours to determine. Here; I'll give you all the information you need." With that said, Ailen tightened his grip again. Just the same, he was right back to kissing the girl deeply for the sake of delivering a second course of mana transfer-related knowledge. Anais would be getting all the specifics. She'd know that connecting their genitals would allow her to utilize their power as a pair. She'd know that receiving the purer form of his mana orally would allow her to digest his power and knowledge in a way that made it her own. She'd know that receiving it anally would allow her use of his mana in a more unfiltered form. She'd even know how to give pure or mixed mana from her own body. Perhaps most importantly, Anais would learn that the thing called orgasm was, in truth, an awakening of wisdom... which was achievable via any form of mana transfer for those who knew the truth. All of this information was streamed directly into the girl's mind through their kiss. When the transfer was complete, it was not Ailen who separated them. The time seemed right for Anais to make her informed decision.

Final decisions were taken out of Charlemagne's hands at that time. It felt as if he was being betrayed once more today, and by his own body and soul to boot. He spoke of crushing, and Sakura responded with a hand pressed into his chest. He liked it. He understood that, and so did Sakura. Still, she didn't have to say so aloud. "You didn't have to say it─" he said tentatively. Charlemagne was already giving thought to what a steaming pile of trash he was; he didn't need the extra proof. Sakura's next words were about the contact he obviously felt like making. Apparently, a bit of extra contact would help both of them. Did he need that sort of justification? Well, yes. Obviously a filthy pervert such as him needed to have an excuse lined-up, right? Right. With that acceptance, those lifted hands found Sakura's hips as if reliving a memory. There were brief flashes of the time spent with Angelica passing through his mind, and it seemed Sakura's existence was trying to overwrite those memories. Well... he couldn't let that happen. He held firm to those memories even while Sakura made herself more and more his focal point by rising and falling upon his member. She spoke as if the entire mana transfer ordeal was something new to her, but this all felt so much more... experienced. Did he need anything else to help him along? Absolutely not? "Huh?! What do you mean anything else? I can hardly manage with what you're doing!" he admitted in a state of fluster.

More praise was coming Anais's way. She was apparently right to be wary. Beyond that point it was acceptable that she figure out what her limits where. In response to the curiosity she posited to her mentor, she was gripped a bit tighter and their mouths joined together more forcefully. She was given the rest of the information about mana-transfers and the true understanding of them. She came to understand how best to digest the information she would be given and how to seek knowledge given the sensation known as orgasm. She'd come to know that any method could give her the sensation she sought as long as she understood what was really happening. That was interesting to know. Strangely with the extra she could easily mark off one. Much to her own chagrin what Ailen had mentioned before was quite true. She wasn't interested in receiving mana anally as she didn't just want power with no exchange. The kiss they were experiencing in its deepest form was something which allowed her to acclimate to his incoming mana, and as such she felt it was most likely she could easily digest the information given through oral contact. In the moment, she was a bit certain she wasn't quite ready for true sexual contact, but maybe a taste and the spark of wisdom as the euphemism in her head stated, would be fine. When she broke contact with his mouth she was stunned just a little but managed to speak. "That clears it up a bit..." she murmured. "Shishou, I'm most ready to receive the rest of my lesson here..." she mentioned, pointing to her own rather wet mouth. As the other had passively found itself traveling down the man's sides towards his waistline. The younger lass had dropped to her knees in a position she found oddly comfortable for various reasons not the least of which was her previous life.

In the meantime Sakura was beginning her ride atop Charles in truth. The young man's tentativeness and skittishness around the subjects of sex were strange to the now white haired goddess. Why? She was raised in Munetsuchi, she had six parents and all things natural and related to sex and mana transfers weren't things of shame here. As such she seemed to find his almost squirming demeanor around the whole thing to be cute. Hm, maybe this eventuality was why she'd bothered to stop in the first place, to seek out the falling stars? She found herself desiring his strange reactions and softness. What a weird thing to realize. It was as if the dark power resting in her body latched onto that idea, and made a slightly wicked grin spread across her face, and gave her eyes a strange light much less dead than it had been previously. What did she mean? He could hardly manage? She knew these kinds of sentences but not with this kind of tone... she'd answer his curiosity with marked movements as if testing something specific. "I could go faster..." her hips shifted quickly up, down and in circles. "Or slower..." the grinding and gentle rise which left her own hips shifting gently forwards and backwards. "I could come closer..." she said leaning in, brushing his face with her breasts and kissing his forehead. "Or back..." she mused seeming to find strange enjoyment as she leaned away exposing the whole of her form with her hand above her head. Red lines stretching and melding. It seemed that she'd been found out, but unlike Charles, the slightly negative emotion that could be used in her body, was metabolizing the power trying to prod it, not able to take her over as she had no issue using such a feeling. "You could just tell me what you like, or I could do what I like and wait for you to like it too~" she mused seeming to think it would work the way she said. The almost alien way she spoke of things would only serve to puncutate the amount of clutching her core was doing at this lad, and having found the rhythm her hips enjoyed she began chasing the sensation in her body a drop of pressure at a time as she searched for it to release. As for what she liked? Well, she took his right hand from her hip and lifted it to her mouth. She sucked his thumb before she'd aim to lower his hand gently to the space between her folds. She placed it at the apex of her sex and with the extra lubrication she'd rock herself against it causing a jolt of sensation which Charles would feel even through his rod as she rode him towards bliss.

And so, there was further contemplation on the part of Anais. She had all the information she needed, provided nothing slipped through the proverbial cracks during transfer. The decision was hers alone, so he'd patiently await whatever she came up with. Of course he did so while maintaining a kiss full of fervor, seeming to honestly believe that couldn't be an influencer to the decision at all. In fact, it wasn't. When Anais's choice was made, she spoke of it in a roundabout way while pointing to her mouth. He'd seen those who let their bodies take influence; their choices were very different. It seemed many humans believed applying their mouths to another's genitals was not at all rewarding to the one who would receive mana. There had to be some sort of penetration at the lower body for any satisfaction to be received. Knowing that was the general belief, hearing that Anais sought to consume knowledge by way of mouth was a shocking relief. "Oh? You've chosen one of the most effective methods. How interesting," he said while watching the lass casually drop to her knees, even having a hand hover around his waistline. "I'm pleasantly surprised. So many misinterpret the practical use of this method, choosing to apply their ignorant preconceptions and shun the idea."

Sakura seemed to have become a very different person in the last few moments. That soft-spoken yet almost alien girl was starting to remind him of... someone like Olivier. Anything he had to say, probably didn't matter in the long-run. Besides, he was already caught between her folds, already doing precisely what he'd been trying to avoid for some time now. Worse still, he was enjoying the experience... and would only enjoy more as time passed. He wasn't the only one either. A twisted grin had appeared on Sakura's face in the wake of his last speech, and then... the end of Charlemagne began officially. Much to his dismay, confusion and unknown pleasure, Sakura had a whole host of options for things she could do. She moved her hips with rapidity and purpose, listing a faster pace as an option. She slowed down to a literal grind, listing a slower pace as an option. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, gently assaulting his face with her bosom. That, too was an option. Sakura even leaned back to reveal the full length of her body from hips to head, and indeed, that was an option given as well. Every one of those things left her grasping his manhood in a very different way. Charlemagne may or may not have been aware, but the mana in his groin was getting one hell of a workout. Charlemagne himself couldn't tell left from right after a few moments, and he was expected to make decisions? Not happening! "Tha... that's not even fair! I couldn't pick one thing if I wanted to!" he said. Oh, things would only get worse from there. He had no idea what would happen when Sakura took hold of his hand. Was she going to put it somewhere else on her body, like her breasts? No, that would be too simple. Instead, the girl took his thumb into her mouth in the most seductive gesture he'd ever seen anywhere, ever. Oh... and that was just preparatory. After wetting that thumb, she moved it down her own body until Charlemagne experienced another familiar sensation: that of the female genitalia. "Oh. Uh. That's... really forward! Were you just hiding this kind of shit before?! You're definitely not that curious weird girl I met earlier!"