Munetsuchi

[Apollymi]

While Anais used a hand to stroke Ailen and her mouth to suck and lubricate the man seemed to have something to say. He made the claim that she might be surprised by what she was capable of, but he also had nothing negative to say about her current methods. It seemed that her own methods were interesting enough that the man was studying her very closely. Anais found herself looking up at him as he looked down at her... something about that inquisitive look was strangely attractive in her mind. Actually her own face blushed harder at the thought. That was a strange thing to realize, whatever the case, it definitely made it easier to get into the activity she was currently undertaking. The strokes became more comfortable, her mouth became more wet and he could find his length traveling further and further into her mouth. It was no conscious effort to take him further into her mouth she was simply finding herself more interested in the activity over time. Well the overalls in this case, would be her stimulating this man into releasing his essence, as such he'd have to get a base amount of enjoyment out of it, still he'd already mentioned being fine with her methods so, she went on to have a good time with the combination she'd come up with for general purposes.

It would seem that Charles was busy trying to work his way through his previous clairvoyant dream. He made some kind of assessment and Sakura showed off her dark grail with a huge bit of happiness on her face. He had to do something and she'd one one of the other things besides the sex that she'd wished to do. As such she could put a bit more concentration into the work being done by Charles. He was looking past her grail and into her face, and then both his hands were cupping her face. How strange, he was soon leaning in as if he aimed for a kiss. "Char-kun?" she questioned lightly as their lips were brought together. She was pretty sure he wasn't interested in this sort of intimacy, but he'd been the one to start it so perhaps she was wrong in her assertion? If that was the case, then she'd submit to the coming kiss. Her lips pressed against his and her hips stopped moving gently. Her arms would be found around him soon enough that cup at the side after she had it fall from her hands. Strangely enough, that wasn't a problem either.

[Bloodedge]

For some reason or another, Anais had a strange reaction to something unknown. He'd been observing her intently enough to realize that when she met his gaze, Anais seemed even more flustered. Why? Whatever the reason, the movements of her mouth and hand became more consistent right away. Ailen would have to ponder this phenomenon a bit more, or perhaps even present Anais with a question about it. If he chose the latter though, it would have to be later ─ much later. He may have said her methods were interesting, but the truth was much greater than that. Anais was succeeding at pleasing him physically, which was something he expected of only the literal goddess, Miwa. Ailen could always make himself ready for an exchange of mana or knowledge. With this sort of ingenuity on the table, he imagined the singular act of sex was something worthwhile as well. Even while carrying on with her methods, Anais was getting closer and closer to the expected norm... yet she didn't abandon her ways to do so. How very... "Mm~ Interesting."

The Dark Grail constructed by Sakura was something of a sign to Charlemagne. With its opposing nature as a corrupt item, he could attribute it to devils. As such, he could solidify in his mind that Sakura was the one called Temptress. She would know the Devil, which would somehow apparently form a link to the Nexus. The Nexus was what he needed to reach some way or another, and drinking from the Holy Grail alone didn't get him there. Maybe he could go through Sakura and follow the path from there? She seemed curious or even confused, but never did she shy away from the coming kiss. Of course she wouldn't. Even though Charlemagne didn't specifically seek intimacy, even though he seemed to accept it wholly by the time their lips met. Even Sakura's arms wrapped around him again, even as her hips stopped moving, and even as he felt that blackened grail hit his back during its descent, he easily sank into the moment. He was holding on to the girl's back with both hands, feeling her skin against his own. Something was out there in the ether; he'd find it soon enough.

Meanwhile, the man called Qin finally seemed ready to take advantage of the time without too many interruptions. The pink-haired brat was still hanging around, but he didn't seem like too much of a bother without the others. As such, he was casually sitting atop that bedlike throne of Miwa's in an open-legged and frankly provocative pose, one long-nailed finger beckoning the woman toward him. The plan before any others arrived had been very clear. Now that the riffraff was gone, he could take advantage of the moment.

[Apollymi]

Anais's reaction to the face of her mentor wasn't something she would have been able to explain to him. Actually, it was probably for the best that she wasn't asked about it. Her ability to continue the task she was undertaking had quite a bit to do with the fact that she was managing to be rather calm about this exchange. Moreover she was finding looking up into his face while her mouth, tongue and hands moved around his girth to be a rather interesting set of sensations. She was fairly certain she hadn't considered that she might like this sort of thing, and that was something else she now knew. Firmness, movement, and tongue motions all seemed fairly continuous. He even had words to share, which caused her left brow to raise almost in question. She didn't know how she managed to be interesting while doing this. He was definitely married and the goddess didn't seem to be the type to think about things the way humans did, so he likely experienced something far better than her inexperienced self could have offered. She'd allow that thought to settle but didn't mind, it wasn't as if she was the type to abandon any part of her studies, even this. Given the multiple sets of movements she was able to even manage to give her jaws a break while he remained in her mouth. Her hand traveled more of his length, while her tongue moved against the tip, this was done mostly to give her cheeks a break but she didn't have to lose anything to go about it this way. Strange was this decision but it wouldn't take a moment to get back to what she'd been doing.

Sakura was soon experiencing something very different. Whatever conclusions Charles had made, he was seeking a kiss most intimate and seemed to fall into it, after he pressed their lips together. It remained chaste for a time, but as Sakura's hips were no longer moving other things started to instead. Her tongue traced his lips aiming to gain entry into his mouth knowing that a bit of extra transfer between them would likely help the lad stabilize even more. Their harmony was to be reached and as far as she knew he hadn't yet formed his new core, nor his 'Source' and as such she still had more work to do to ensure she did all she was meant to. Perhaps this kind of intimacy would help? She didn't know but if she got where she was going a slow movement of tongues would be encouraged and she wouldn't deny liking such a thing as her nether pulsed around him. Yes... this was fine for whatever reason. She understood a little more as this was happening.

At the same time, the throne room had died down and only one remained. Unlike many others, Miwa didn't care if the pink haired boy remained to be witness to whatever was happening in the throne room. Still, after all that had happened, she looked over to the rather flamboyant male and found him sitting rather provocatively. Of course, he knew today wasn't his day, but that hadn't stopped him from asserting himself. To be fair, Miwa was a bit of a sucker for the more forceful attitudes that happened from a few of her men, so... she found herself easily walking towards that beckoning claw. "You know the others are going to be upset at you for skipping, Qin-sa~" she mentioned as she stood between his legs. She was leaning into his face, her blue eyes seeking something, but she didn't question his desire at all. Those little strips of cloth barely counted as clothing and being as she was... she would likely be flashing the lad below. Not that it mattered. If one of her husbands wished for her and didn't mind the flack he'd be handed, she could always make a bit of room for them. It wasn't like she ever got truly tired or anything like that... and it wasn't like she was making anything important... the mana could be left to mix for a bit.

[Bloodedge]

Ailen found himself curious about his new apprentice's immediate future. What more would she do to surprise him? Nothing thus far even seemed intentional, but the purpose was served regardless. She had his interest and his undivided attention. Soon enough, she'd have something else of his as well. Ah, but first, Anais did indeed have something new. She removed him from her mouth seemingly to speak, yet no words came. Was she... resting? No, that wasn't quite the case. Anais's hand continued moving, and her tongue repeatedly met the tip of his rod even though it no longer rested in her mouth. "Oh goodness. Is this some new idea? It seems quite a bit more intimate," he commented. All the while, it seemed he was experiencing a certain shrinkage of scrotum. Its occurrence was slower than he'd become used to, yet also beginning much sooner than normal. How very unusual.

Charlemagne fell completely into an intimate exchange, with Sakura reciprocating easily. Maybe it was something she wanted from the beginning. Was it something he wanted from the beginning? The truth was... no, but also yes. The sensation of Sakura's protruding tongue resulted in a gentle parting of Charlemagne's lips. Strangely, he didn't wait for her intrusion. He chose instead to let loose his own tongue to meet hers at the door it knocked upon. The new Core, the Source, all of those other things were unimportant to the lad. He had to find a way to connect with the Nexus. If Sakura was the supposed method of transport, he'd find it through her. Besides... they were already mid-coitus anyway.

Speaking of those who were mid-coitus, Astolfo had the absolute pleasure of watching those who were soon to be so. Qin watched the approach of his wife, knowing completely how upset some others would be over his actions. Why should he care, though? "That is no concern of ours. We desire your touch today, so we shall have it," he said bluntly. In the meantime, Astolfo had a very interesting view of the goddess's undercarriage beneath a flap of cloth just barely out of place. Ah, but Astolfo wasn't the only one with that view ─ nor was he the only one staring a hole into... well, into Miwa's holes. Another man with very long, black, red-tipped hair styled into a loose mullet was walking into the throne room. He wore an oriental-styled black tailcoat with red clothed insides and gray trousers. His tailcoat was toil-patterned with gold and dark blue colors, joined by a black belt alongside a styled metal decoration on his left thigh. He also wore a black glove on his right hand. Bandages could be seen around his right arm, right thigh, and on his left hand, the latter of which he was actively re-wrapping during his approach. What approach? Well, he seemed to belong here well enough that he was walking directly up to Miwa's rear... where he would proceed to slap her on the arse with a freshly-wrapped hand. "Ara~? Are we out of turn again?" he questioned. His eyes were narrow, and an eerie smile was upon his face. The voice he spoke with was a deep one, though it was almost inhumanly smooth. Having made his presence known by first slapping the ass of the local goddess, he proceeded to snatch her by the hips with both hands. He'd continue while pulling her back until she pressed against his own lap. "Da─rin~♥ If you're going against the order you claim to hold so dear, stop wasting your time. I don't mind if you skip ahead to me. Neither do you, right?"

[Apollymi]

Ailen was being treated to the inexperienced workings of a formerly human mind. The tongue she allowed to play at the tip of his phallus while she waited for the sensation in her jaw to return was seemingly noted as a thing of intimacy. Was that intimate? Well she supposed she was using her tongue in a fashion that most would have used to kiss. That being said it had already been within her mouth and seemed to be working effectively for what she intended. She rounded his tip with her tongue thinking of how to reply. "It seemed like a good idea..." she mentioned seeming to not really explain how she came to the conclusion but deciding the use of her mouth in this moment needed to be more focused. Jaws were all but rested now, so she gave another delicate swirl around the hole of him as she opened her mouth a bit to accept him back into her mouth while her tongue traced the underside of his phallus. She'd get back to her work, but her hand hadn't stopped moving either. She knew this was going to be something that went into her mouth, she was preparing herself mentally for something that likely wouldn't taste good, given what men's locker rooms and the corners of hallways they used to masturbate in smelled like. But her own knowledge said it wouldn't be much so she could deal with that... maybe it'd be ignorable.

Ah, while someone was about to learn about taste, the gentle kiss and exploration seemed to be taking place between Charles and Sakura. Surprisingly to the young goddess, her tongue wasn't simply allowed to enter Charles mouth, he met her protruding tongue instead and they exchanged saliva in the open air between their mouths. Sakura exhaled panted little breaths as her core seemed to close in around his rod with purpose even without her hips moving at all. It was quite the strange experience but she found herself enjoying it, even as her hands were found in the lad's hair as she seemed to be trying to merge with him at an even greater frequency. She was harmonizing their mana in a constant cycle through where they connected as if to synchronize them to the same frequency.

And then there was the throne room. Miwa's flirty little conversation was one thing. She'd teased Qin a little about skipping in the order but she would have still used him to test out her new knowledge. "Alright then... " there was a pause in her statement as a firm hand met her rear. "Eeep!~ Muu-chan!♥~" she seemed to know it was him without even turning to see him. Was it tone of voice? That firm hand against her rear, or the feeling of that almost foreign energy? Well probably a lot of things. Even as he pulled her against his lap by her hips she didn't really argue the point with him. Actually, this kind of forceful approach was something she'd come to enjoy from him. "Well, it isn't exactly like that... there was a bit of an emergency after I went missing yesterday, some people fell out of the sky today... and Ailen is comforting one of them," she said about the strange order to their day and why the man who was supposed to be present wasn't here now. Ah, but he wanted to skip in line if she was skipping around. "Muu-chan you've had me more recently than anyone else... I do try and keep the order. You guys are the ones making it difficult," she stated. Still, she hadn't said no. Actually if she was being honest, it was really hard for her to say no to this particular man...

[Bloodedge]

"Did it? Well, I agree," Ailen said with certainty. If his opinion on the matter was worth anything, he'd certainly call it the best of ideas. Even his experiences with Miwa dictated that slowing things down from time to time was better for everyone. Now though, he wondered how much the goddess herself knew about these techniques. They'd have to discuss such things... eventually. For now, he was content to feel. Anais was back to inhaling his phallus soon enough, still stroking away at it with that hand. Ailen's breathing deepened over time. The satisfaction he felt now was far beyond anything he expected of any non-Miwa individual. "Ahh~. I take it you're ready? I'm surprisingly close," he admitted. If Anais continued her methods, she'd soon be... potentially quite surprised. That smell she knew of was nonexistent here. Whatever flavor she expected was nonexistent here. That miniscule quantity she anticipated was nonexistent here. When Ailen ejaculated, it would be something great in quantity, which both smelled and tasted of... honey.

Anais would be receiving a taste of something new. In the meantime, Charlemagne could taste only that familiar bouquet of cherry wine, with a strange aftertaste of... almond? That part was weird, but the original and familiar flavor was more noticeable. Sakura's breath passing into his open mouth was like inhaling a vapor for added effect. His own breath was drawn as he went about clutching at the lass in an almost desperate fashion. Before he even knew it, Charlemagne was going at her mouth as if answering a thirst. It was difficult to remember his purpose in all this. The more their mana danced, the closer Charlemagne drew to losing himself entirely. It was exactly that sort of danger he meant to avoid earlier in their interaction. Now, it was more like a gamble he had to take. Huffing, heaving, rubbing his fingerprints firmly into her back, Charlemagne remained on this uncharacteristic offensive path. Sadly, it seemed he might have been hastening the process of fragmenting his own soul in doing so.

A firm slap, and Miwa knew exactly who she was now dealing with. That innocent little tryst with Qin was inconsequential; she'd surely much rather have a more entertaining experience. Muu-chan, she called the man who pulled her into himself. "Muu-chan? Iia," he said, his lips close enough to Miwa's ear to brush against it with every word. "Use the one you save for when no one else is around. Our little guest might be curious, and Zheng-chin looks like he needs to know," he added. Miwa spoke of the ongoing situation, and would surely follow-up with some excuse that may counter his placement in the 'rotation'. Knowing that was sure to come, he prepared to retort immediately. What words would he offer? None, initially. Alas, by the time Miwa spoke of difficulty and trying to keep the established order, she'd be dealing with his covered meat rod as it slowly, yet firmly grinded against her backside. "Oh hush. I don't hear you saying no. It'd be less difficult if you just said yes."

Having his bounty of the afternoon literally snatched away, Qin seemed to be in a rather foul mood. That red-eyed cur had such an annoying habit of overstepping his bounds. Qin had half a mind to put the rabble in its place. "Mugen. Are you stepping on our toes today? We have killed for less," he said, a mighty air of intimidation spreading throughout the throne room. Sadly, that aura was soon dispelled... or rather, replaced as Mugetsu's blood-red gaze briefly fell upon Qin. When he spoke though, it was once more to Miwa. "Da─rin. I'm hearing a lot of birds chirping, but not the name I came to hear. Fix it for me~♥"

[Apollymi]

Anais was rewarded with confirmation that her idea had been a good one. Well, it was good not to fail at achieving ones goals and beyond that, being able to achieve pleasing someone who knew what they were looking for had to be considered a kind of win. Actually, it was more than that, as Ailen found himself back in her mouth he claimed to be quite close to the eventual ejaculation. She looked up at the man and seemed to accept that if he was ready she was too, she'd been a bit prepared but the expulsion that would happen would fill her cheeks with its volume. She felt it slide down her throat a bit and her eyes widened. She had a minor coughing fit which left her tilting back her head to swallow. Then she had another problem, there were sensations filling her mind to go along with all the general information she learned but she couldn't really think about that presently because she had a problem. She was confused again, and confusion seemed to happen to her a lot but this was something entirely different. As she tried to recover she was still coughing a little but managed to voice her absolute confusion. "I...ugh... don't... understand," she managed. Now her tongue was flickering over the roof of her mouth. "Why does it taste like...good? I didn't expect that, it's honey?! Yes... I recognize that I wasn't prepared for that. Smell from my memories says that isn't right... what is this world?" there was so much confusion. She didn't hate it. "Ah... and the sensations...so many sensations," she found herself shivering slightly. Still, she'd done what she intended and now she was simply red-faced, embarrassed and confused as to how she'd gotten to this point.

Charles soul seemed to be fragmenting, just the same, Sakura could taste a bit of herself and Charles together on her tongue. That taste by itself worked rather well together and she was fine with the mix, but that being said she also knew what was happening. Fragmenting wasn't exactly what was occurring with Charles, he was breaking but if all his pieces actually broke he should come back together around the new sensation. She kissed him deeply urging him to continue. If only he would let the rest go he could actually achieve something great. It was a hard thing to communicate, even so she melted into him. She allowed him to feel her, not just physically but spiritually, she left herself open for his exploration and explored him the same, that movement of mana was the pair of them truly getting to know each other, really forming a bond.

In the meantime Miwa was being tortured. Well that wasn't entirely true, she was having a good time, now pressed up against one of her husbands, she was explaining the situation but even she knew that much like Qin there was no real arguments to be placed here. They were both technically trying to infringe on another person's day, so it wasn't really a matter of fairness, still his request to be called something else, specifically what she called him when they were alone was one which made Miwa's blue eyes widen. "You're just trying to stir-up trouble... I don't want you lot fighting all the time. Which is why you should stick to your schedules, all of you..." she mused. Still once he was an option, he was one she'd take, he was quite right about that. The others were much more flexible about time and rotation, but Qin alone was always a bit more ego driven. But there was no real stopping it... and with Qin being the way he was this was going to happen huh? There was no real denying it and with his covered but stiffening manhood against her rear, Miwa had started to feel a bit antsy herself. "Anata!♥~ You aren't supposed to tease like this... and you know how Qin-sa is," she murmured. Ah, but she'd still said it, mostly to try and get him to stop rubbing himself against her backside halfway because the sensation alone seemed to draw it out of her. It was quite difficult dealing with a man with such a firm personality. Even so, she couldn't deny liking his bossy nature.

[Bloodedge]

Once he spilled his essence into her mouth, Ailen witnessed something else new. Anais entered a coughing fit the likes of which he'd never seen during a mana transfer. She was indeed new to this, but she seemed comfortable enough to be ready... and she'd even been warned. Why would she cough? That part was not explained at all by Anais, though she did prattle on about its flavor and her confusion surrounding it. "Honey, you say? Hmm. Yes, that is normal. That has been the comparison for at least 2,000 years now," he mused as if nothing was amiss. In truth, everything Anais spoke of was totally normal. His seed had always smelled and tasted of honey. On the other hand, Anais's expectations were that it would taste... bad? That made no sense. "This is the natural way. If it tasted bad to you, you would hate it. Hmm. I didn't assume I had to explain that part of mana transfers. That may be my failure as your mentor; sumimasen. If you would allow me, I can explain... but I don't fully understand your confusion," he said.

Charlemagne was inching closer and closer to breaking apart spiritually. Sakura was content to urge him forward into that very event, whether he realized it or not. Well... he didn't realize it. They were already deep into a make-out session brought about by his own decision; that was taking precedence over nearly everything at the moment. Charlemagne had decided Sakura was a necessity for his near future. What he didn't know, was what he had to do to reach the Nexus. He didn't know the journey was not something he could survive while being so broken, nor did he know the pieces were currently chipping away. He did know that if Angelica rejected him for his actions, this damn temptress Sakura would be someone worth chasing. Wait... no. That wasn't right, was it? Maybe it really was. Why was he starting to feel so attached?

Qin was not a fan of the other male's interruption. He had a plan for the day ─ it didn't include Mugen at all. Sadly for him, Mugen had a long list of plans that only involved Miwa and himself. She thought it was best they all stick to the schedule, as she didn't want all the infighting. How ludicrous. "Give it a rest, Little Lady. If I stuck to some stupid schedule, when would you find time for an impromptu nap throughout the week? Nobody else here is trying to fold you like origami. Start treating your body right," said Mugen. He proceeded to blow gently into the goddess's ear, slipping one hand into her hair as well. No matter what she and/or Qin thought, there would be no escaping his advances today. Ah, and there it was. A bit of grinding was all it took to have Miwa letting that favored name of his slip. Upon hearing it, Mugen relished... and Qin showed disgust. "What?! This is buffoonery. We refuse to entertain this nonsense. Have at it, if you are going to be so desperate in the middle of court," he said while rising from the throne. Meanwhile, Mugen hadn't stopped rubbing himself against Miwa at all. In fact, he would only continue so long as he knew Miwa wanted to stop him. That was but a surface desire; he'd peel it away until the true urges erupted from underneath. Well... something would erupt in the end regardless, he decided.

[Apollymi]

Why did Anais cough, well because it was way more than she expected and some of it slipped down her throat before she was ready. She recovered easily enough but it was definitely something she'd commit to memory to avoid the same thing happening again. Overall, she'd call that experience a pleasant one if only a bit confusing for what she had going on in her own brain. According to Ailen for over two thousand years he'd been told that he tasted of honey and it smelled the same. That was a bit odd. "I don't think I was prepared for that to be normal," she murmured seeming to give it a bit of consideration. Even so, Ailen was apologetic about her confusion and claimed he didn't give her that information, she managed to look up at him sheepishly. "Iia, it isn't like that.. I had certain expectations from Sex Ed, so it was just surprising in practice... Like I was told originally it'd be like a tablespoon of fluid and it'd likely be bitter and have a more mucus-like consistency. The fact that it was none of those things as unexpected so it came about a bit like drinking too fast... But it wasn't an unpleasant experience or anything like that," she mentioned sheepishly. "You can explain anything you like Shisho, and you don't have to apologize or anything like that," the girl stated seeming to fully accept the experience for what it was and be happy about the pleasant surprises.

Meanwhile Charles was falling into the depths with Sakura. The girl had no problem with what she was doing, and seemed fine to join Charles on the way through his destruction and rebirth. Whatever strange feelings he maintained, she was willing to allow him those as she discovered the interest of bonding with someone in the way which led to this closer connection. She was kissing him, her tongue playing with his, her body shifting gently against his, and eventually her hips started moving again. She was slow grinding against him, her body not rising or falling but more or less rocking or scooting direct against his. Each time she did this there was a pulse within her loins which had her core tighten around him and sent a jolt of sensation right up her spine. She was approaching another great flourish, but she could tell it was going to be great, given their current closeness. Would she come up with something else? Would she be able to provide him more mana to help along this new core creation? Would she do something else? She didn't know but all potentials were exciting.

At the same time, the throne room and the throne itself had become a hotbed of contention. Miwa was told to give it a rest, that the infighting wasn't a problem and that Mugen as he was called, planned to fold her like origami so she could take naps. He was truly the one of her men so willing to tax her form physically, and she was willing to bend a great deal to accomodate him. Even now, Qin seemed cross but let the other man take his turn. 'Ugh, I'm going to have to make up for that later...' she thought to herself. She never wanted anyone in her harem feeling left out, and Qin was a hard one to keep in line. No matter, she'd take care of him later. That breath which went into her ear made her shiver and the hand in her hair seemed to make her knees weak. She really wouldn't say no to this man. "It's been so long and you're still so problematic..." she almost moaned, as he rubbed against her rear. She couldn't even properly chastise him because she knew she was about to give in. "I planned to test my new knowledge today, but I can't really do it, if you keep it up like that... but I'm sure you'll like it... if you let up a bit~" she teased gently. They were moving right along, knowing that Qin would be something she apologized for later, she'd take to enjoying the man with her now and deal with that afterwards. Maybe she could shift around some of the others and make sure Qin got his uninterrupted turn. All the while, she was thinking of a position she witnessed from the goddess of death and figured her husband might enjoy witnessing it to, given his likeness to that demon she'd come across.

[Bloodedge]

In the wake of her recovery, Anais began an explanation. She mentioned something called... Sex Ed. Figuring that out was simple enough; she'd taken some sort of course on sexual education. The purpose, however, was missing to him. Whatever purpose the course had, it misinformed her. A tablespoon of fluid that tasted bitter and felt of mucus? That sounded absolutely repulsive from multiple perspectives. "Disgusting," he blurted out. Anais didn't find the current experience unpleasant, as she shouldn't have for this apprenticeship to work out. Once she said he could explain anything he liked, he gathered his thoughts. "No, I must apologize. I'm not used to being the mentor. That was something I should have explained earlier. As for these things you expected, they are signs. Receiving mana orally can be used as a test. The flavor, the texture, the scent are all things that tell you all you need to know about the transfer. If its quantity is insufficient, you will obviously not get much from it; either plan for more plentiful transfers, or accept dissatisfaction. If its flavor and texture are not markedly enjoyable for you, it simply means you are naturally incompatible. That should be a warning to avoid taking it into another orifice, lest you have a very tough time metabolizing it. Remember... an oral transfer allows you to begin making incoming mana your own from the beginning, allowing the mana within your own saliva to meld with it. It is the simplest way to receive, and the reason it is the best for delivering massive amounts of information through this form of transfer. The knowledge I gave you just now ─ it feels like your own experience, doesn't it?"

After a matter of moments spent rubbing tongue against tongue, Sakura began moving her lower body again. She was back to grinding, which provided no sensation resembling a thrust, but gave Charlemagne the unique feeling of... how would he describe it? One way, there was a moist rubbing sensation against his tip. The other way, there was a similar, yet more textured rubbing against the whole underside of his rod. That sudden tightening added to the mix was squeezing the life out of him... or something else. As it started, one of his arms passed through Sakura's body. That... probably wasn't good, but instead of expressing concern or signs of pain, Charlemagne continued. He did halt briefly, if only to speak around Sakura's tongue. "I'm not sure what's happening," he said.

In the meantime, another male seemed very sure about a lot of things. Qin was making his way out, leaving Mugen with only one thing to say. "Fly away, Little Peacock~," he chimed. According to Miwa, he remained problematic after being around for so long... yet she was reacting to his antics as if she found them appealing. "Bad choice of words. What do you really mean?" he wondered aloud. That hand in her hair had a firm grip for just a moment, but it seemed Miwa had an idea that involved its removal. She had some new knowledge to share. Based on the way that information was delivered, Mugen assumed it was knowledge of a more deviant nature. She even assured him that he would like it, so there were very few options in the end. "Ara~? Well you know how much I like seeing you try something new. You should have brought it up sooner." With that said, Mugen let loose the goddess's hair only to slap the exposed side of her rear with that same hand. He didn't seem very keen on moving away at all. Of course, he also had no clue what sort of 'knowledge' she'd be testing out today. Maybe he'd have a spark of inspiration from it?