Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Sakura's advice was interpreted in a way that may not have been intended. When Reiji heard those words, he attributed them to the moments after impulse, as if they were to be linked to follow-through. Perhaps it was for the best though, as he'd follow her advice with that in mind. Once his hand was weighing down on the top of Sakura's head, he found something surprising. There was no resistance as he reached her throat. Surely he was in her throat. He could rationalize distance traveled, and more importantly, he could feel the heavenly shift in sensation. Still, Sakura was looking up at him. No signs of a gag reflex were present, and he didn't even see the typical buildup of moisture in the eyes from such a ridiculous attempt. What was this girl made of? "How much can you..." Half a question was given, but there it was ─ that follow-through to impulse. Sakura didn't need to answer his question; he needed to find the answer for himself. As such, Reiji would continue pushing down against her head, even at the cost of his own sanity and... what should have also been Sakura's ability to breathe. Ever mindful as he was, he did still remain attentive for any signs of resistance or need to release.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi was looking for more signs in the face of a prostitute. She was soon to make a discovery that would lead to a change in her life. First though, she commented on their very murderous conversation. He would have to act quickly to kill her in response to being assaulted... but not in the way he thought would be most fun. "There are at least 286 ways I could kill you from this position before you could finish me off. Only one of them would be exciting," he assured. When Kusanagi said he would fuck her to death, he meant it verbatim. She would possibly find that out herself as some expectations were considered, and then... exceeded by a great margin. That shock was beautiful, Kusanagi thought. He'd remember that moment well, as he always did. Porn star dick? That one was a first. "That's an interesting face. What happened? Is this where the berating starts? Don't go losing all that energy now; I was just getting started."

[Apollymi]

It would seem Reiji would be taking Sakura's advice in a more immediate thing. She found that firm hand on top of her head rather comforting and beyond that when she looked into Reiji's face he seemed to harbor a certain curiosity. How much could she? Take? Well, there wasn't a true limit, she was far from normal in that aspect, and it seemed that Reiji was willing to try it without even getting confirmation. 'Good good. I enjoy seeing the surprise on those faces...' as such she continued that push on her head would see more and more of him sinking into her mouth. Eventually even her breasts would be moved out of the way to allow her head to find itself directly against a rather well chiseled body. She'd even offer the man nothing but a wink as she continued to swallow around his cock finding it to be quite amusing to squeeze it within hr throat, while she was still able to breathe and the like. Still maybe a little extra was called for, a flick of her tongue over the back of shaft near the base just so he'd know how close she truly was.

At the same time, that strangely honest conversation was still happening within the hotel room. An assassin and a prostitute were talking about something strange, mostly the massive size of the assassin's cock as he lay in the floor beneath the inspecting foot of the woman dominating him just a tad. He claimed to have almost three hundred ways of killing her, but only one which would be exciting. A turn occurred as she looked at his face, "Sou, is that what it is. You looking for excitement? That's why you're freaky~" she said seeming to be flirting as well, at least until her demeanor was broken. "I haven't lost any energy... you want me to talk shit to you? " she asked as if she was thinking about it. "I have a bit more to work with now. Though would it count as berating I wonder... hard to think I can hurt your feelings when you're hiding a monster in your pants~" she was... flirting. Maybe. "So then what's wrong with you? Can't feel it? Your dick broken until someone like me does something weird in front of you?" she asked with a raised brow. "Oh? Mad cause it doesn't fit? Or the normal ones aren't interested... the freak doesn't like the kind of freaky bitches he attracts to himself..." she seemed to be a little amused. It had to be one of those things, because a dick like that wasn't just something found in a back alley. "It's weird ya' know... aside from it being really random a dick like this doesn't excite me. Or is that what makes it interesting to you? Gonna use your 'bitch breaker' on me..." The entire time she questioned him she seemed to be using that foot to caress his dick through his pants, prodding it to stiffness and waiting for the sort of reaction she could enjoy. The moment she found the truth and picked at it more. Men were easy in that way, most of the time, but she didn't expect such tactics to just work on a man like this one.

[Bloodedge]

Much to Reiji's surprise, no resistance came from Sakura as he pushed her head down. At some point, he was buried unfathomably deep in her throat. She'd even made a bit of extra room by moving her breasts, allowing her lips to traverse the full length of his cock until her head touched his body. A glance and a wink followed this revolutionary shift, but Sakura still wasn't done. Just at the base of his shaft, Reiji felt the movement of tongue. Being inside Sakura's throat was enough already; that teasing flick just before his balls caused another of those unexpected gasps. In his current state of shock, Reiji quickly released the girl's head and heaved. "Ah─! I should go on record saying that doesn't make any sense! You continue to surprise, Tohsaka-chan. It's... going to take all I've got to make do with that promise."

Kusanagi only sought excitement from situations like this. He wasn't going to get any out of something besides murder, torture or sex acts that could not be called vanilla by any means. Finally, it seemed the prostitute was going to break open a can of insults... if she could manage as much. Even she wondered if such was possible while he had such reason for confidence. In truth, there was probably no way to properly berate a man such as him. How she went about trying, however, was a point of interest. Ah, but Kusanagi could have gone down her entire list of statements by spewing one fact after another. Many things were wrong with him, but few sexually. He could feel it, though there was a lack of strong sensation without something more than physical behind it. His dick wasn't broken... but he had his preferences. As for it fitting... well, that was the matter he'd most quickly address. "Oh... it fits. I'll show you soon. You don't have to be excited. If I put it in you, you'll probably be at least braindead after the first hour. Maybe two... you've got a better constitution than the others," he commented. While they spoke, it seemed this prostitute was content to rub her clothed foot along his length for the sake of hardening it. Kusanagi kept looking into her face curiously. Stiffness was being reached, but no effects showed properly in his demeanor. "You're reserved again. Why? You could do so much more. We have time, unless you excite me too much. Oh... and for one of your questions, everything you've done feels like a child's attempt. Try harder; I don't want to kill you without getting anything out of it," he said plainly.

[Apollymi]

Another one. It would seem that Sakura brought another of those strange gasps from Reiji which seemed to elate her deep inside. And all it required was a flick of her tongue dangerously close to his balls to make him freak out. He backed away then releasing her head and giving her the room to back away which she did while he spoke seemingly amused by trailing her tongue back up as she retreated. "I haven't heard that either, interesting~" she seemed to still be flirting. "I think you'll do great Reiji-san," she said with a knowing smirk. "Besides you don't seem like the kind of man who wouldn't follow through on your promises~" she added. Still her tongue didn't properly retreat from his cock. She placed a kiss on the head of it while peeking up at his face.

Moving on from that the hotel seemed to take another strange turn. It would seem that the prostitute had managed to rile the man on the floor up a bit, but he didn't have the same potency as normal. It was quite interesting the difference in his visage from one moment to the next. But doing so let her know what kind of range she had to work with for someone who wasn't normally readable to her. "Two hours... of sex?" she seemed almost stunned by that as an idea. Well, she was a prostitute most wouldn't last nearly that long and he said it in such a direct manner that she could hardly question his potential ability. She was a prostitute, she did assume she'd be having sex with this man at some point, she'd all but agreed to it, but... it was still very odd. "Freaky," she said plainly. Still he claimed that her demeanor had changed and he wanted to know why. He called her attempts child-like and he claimed to want a better reason to kill her and told her she could go harder. "For me... is why. That change in your face was rather extreme so it became interesting to see you return to not caring," she explained. "Also with most of your blood in your dick I could probably make you bleed out faster from here..." she commented as if that was a normal thing to say. There was a methodology here one she figured he understood a bit. That toe that was tickling his cock became something filled with pressure with the heel of that same foot seeming to be dangerously close to a spot which would make him bleed to death. She started thinking about that as a better placement for killing him while giving herself a bit of space. She wasn't moronic, but there was still an act of play taking place here. It simply wasn't the friendly type. Killing him wasn't something she could likely accomplish without it maiming her in some way, but... she'd rather not. "But that's it isn't it, you're so fucked up inside you need extremes. You don't have a trashy dick, you're a mad dog on a short leash~" she said as if she'd actually figured something out. She hadn't but, she thought of a fitting punishment. She kicked him in the dick, right in the middle with enough pressure to cause a potential bruise, and then stood atop it like she intended to crush it, leaning forward for balance.

[Bloodedge]

Reiji managed another compliment Sakura had never heard before. The way she was now, he found it surprising that she hadn't heard everything in the book. She was obviously one who had prior experience. Apparently, that experience involved taking things to unknown extremes. She was right, though. Reiji wasn't the type to go back on his promises, so he'd have to find some way of delivering. He couldn't just sit there as a throbbing mess of a man all day, right? Surely then, it was high time for some progression. "You're right. Everything you're doing is making me want to establish myself as an excellent choice. I could always... see if I can manage to break that sadist streak," he said, a peculiar glint of ambition in his eye.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi was seeing something else in the prostitute's eyes. As he looked at her, he saw... shock at some point. It had been obvious for some time that she lacked a great deal of positive sexual experiences. Now, it was beyond clear that she'd never been truly in the position she placed men in. Kusanagi could put her in that position. What would her face look like then? He could only wonder for now. She spoke of making him bleed out with quickness by jamming that heel into his groin, but... "You could, but you would have to... oh?" He paused mid-sentence as that heel found itself over just the right spot to cause death. Her face didn't say this was something she'd done before... but it did say she knew what she was doing still. Once again, his face twisted into a smile. "That's exciting. You've really thought about this a lot. I like you," he said. Shortly afterwards, the woman was evolving her tactics. A kick to the cock was something Kusanagi could actually feel, even if it only warranted a slow intake of breath. As she stepped on his dick and applied downward pressure, the green-haired male chuckled. "That's more like it. It's more satisfying that way, isn't it? Just think... you haven't even taken it out yet~" he goaded.

[Apollymi]

Sakura hadn't heard everything in the book but what most people thought of as compliments were simply the truth as Sakura understood it. Such things wouldn't gain acknowledgement from her any more than telling her something like 'the sky is blue'. Whatever the case, it seemed that Reiji himself was properly motivated to prove himself an excellent choice. There was hardly any need for that given Sakura's own understanding of the man... given his lack of collapse under her existing methods she could all but guarantee his lack of failure. Ah, but he was a motivated individual. He had a newfound desire, or no... ambition. He wanted to break the sadistic habits Sakura was currently showing. That was interestingly enough very possible. "Oh? That is an excellent idea. I do wonder what that will be like," Sakura said almost as if it was something she enjoyed. "Ah, but before that, you should cum in my mouth... I'm interested in that too~" she claimed while going back to her act of fellatio with renewed purpose. After all, there was something interesting about this man and she had to figure out what it was. And she was already quite certain she'd enjoy it.

Meanwhile in the hotel room a certain kind of understanding was happening between the two inhabitants. The prostitute was still thinking she may have to fight for her life, so she as setting herself up for a potential killing while also seeming to learn how to satisfy this strange customer's desire for a murderous lay. Perhaps it was the very real danger which presented itself that made this situation a bit more interesting than the norm? She couldn't know that just yet so she continued with her actions and was rewarded with another one of those, twisted smiles. She'd done something exciting again... "It's still fucking freaky for you to say you like me when you know I'm thinking about killing you..." she claimed. "Weirdly enough you might be growing on me a bit," she admitted while basically holding another of his vital points hostage. Oh, but now she'd gone and kicked him in the cock and gotten from him one of those sounds which could more readily be related to pleasure than his usual conversation. Soon enough he was chuckling as she was left looking at him, with her brows furrowing. "It is better..." she admitted, if she survived today... she was buying a pack of smokes. She'd deserve one after all of this. As for the rest of his statement. "You really want me to see it don't you? Pull it out then... I'm not bending over to end up slapped in the face with it..." she ordered as if it was well beneath her to undress a man. She'd give his dick one more quick kick before moving her foot to leave him room.

[Bloodedge]

Sakura wondered what it would be like to have her sadistic tendencies broken, and so did Reiji. He could see the signs of it, from her normal behavior to her alleged sexual preferences as mentioned earlier. She may not have been entirely a sadist, but rather... a sadomasochist? It would be interesting to find out how right or wrong he was. "That makes two of us. We may yet find out," he suggested. Ah, but Sakura had a suggestion of her own. Another interest of hers was the experience of receiving semen in her mouth. What a strange girl. She even went right back to servicing him orally, seeming to do so with a bit more intensity than before. Why such a strange and specific desire? Well, he couldn't say it was a bad suggestion to hear. "Hngh~ You may be waiting longer than you'd like for that. I'm not sure why that's something you want anyway. Don't you think it would be better if I satisfied you first?" he questioned.

Kusanagi very much enjoyed this woman. She could call it freaky all she wanted to, but his criteria was unusual regardless. Most who encountered him were unnerved or outright terrified. For someone who didn't have a large count of murders under their own belt, earnestly thinking about killing him was a respectable feat. She even claimed he was growing on her; that didn't just happen under any circumstance. "That's interesting. What's your name?" he asked ─ something he'd done only a handful of times in... possibly several years. She went on to agree that this current adjustment to her approach was better. Kusanagi agreed. She didn't intend to put forth the effort of pulling his cock out, though; she would be leaving him to do so. Ah... no. If she didn't want to do it herself, that was just more reason for her to do it. "You're a prostitute. I don't remember that being in your terms," the male spoke. In that moment, his gaze was back to its usual impassiveness as if he were studying the woman. "By your own rules, you should bend over for whatever reason I want you to. Don't tell me it would be the first time you were slapped in the face by one. . ."

[Apollymi]

There was a certain teasing quality to the idea that Sakura and Reiji might find out the true definition of her sexual preferences. She was a sadist, yes... but also a bit of a masochist in a specific type of situation. "I'd be interested in that~" she teased back seemingly amused by the idea. When she went back to servicing him, it would seem that he wasn't expecting it, but those very vulgar words she chose didn't seem to get a negative response in context. She supposed after deciding to have sex with her, a few things were easier to comprehend. 'Time and place... I suppose.' she thought absently. Still there were legitimate questions. She figured she'd answer him after moving back to tease the underside of his cock with her tongue instead of sliding it down her throat this time. "I want to taste it." she said simply as the reply. "But I understand your concern for my happiness, there are a lot more variables in this sort of thing than you might think. I'm fairly certain you won't need nearly the amount of recovery time you think, even if you came right now. You can trust me on this part, Reiji-san~" she claimed.

In response to her declaring him freaky, the man on the ground wanted to know her name. Interesting, they'd gone this long without discussing formalities she'd not even realized that this was something he would wish to know. She'd answer the way she always would in this kind of situation. "Princess." she said not using the true form of the word. And then there was something else, a return to impassive because she refused to reveal his cock for him. She wasn't the type who went looking for dick... it came to her in all the forms that happened. So in general she didn't undress others and hadn't in quite a long time. But it wasn't just that she was opposed to it, "You told me I could do what I wanted to you... and that you wanted honesty from me. That is the honest response to someone trying to show me something I'm not directly interested in..." she said as casually as she did anything else. She didn't mince words nor did she actually care. "Or is it just because I don't want to, you are quite weird about that. I guess that leans more towards the bitch breaker..." she commented thinking it over. She wasn't interested in dicks in general, she was a sex worker because she understood it and it'd been quite a long time since someone had been able to force her to do something like this. The masses who came to her for service followed her directions and didn't often have alterations to make to her behavior. This one was... an annoyance and an oddity she didn't really want to come too close to, while still being unsure if she was going to have to attempt a murder. Still, she leaned over, standing around his legs and reaching for his zipper. She'd have to get close enough to avoid falling over as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She seemed to be vaguely trying not to think too much about it potentially springing forth as a rather deft hand slipped down to begin wrangling it free of that pants leg. Work would be required but she'd eventually free it. And it would definitely still be slapping her in the face regardless of her own dislike for that sort of thing, which was locked in the depths with the rest of the abusive things she avoided in general.

[Bloodedge]

Sakura wanted... to taste it? Somehow, she still managed to become stranger. She was such a deviant, she could have worked a brothel by herself and acquire exceptional wealth. True, he wouldn't need much recovery time after ejaculation. He wasn't sure how Sakura knew that... or maybe she said it as a testament to her own seductive ability. Yes, even if he didn't naturally have the capacity, she could probably rekindle the spark in any man. That topic was broached as she lavished his shaft ─ an act which he couldn't peel his eyes away from by itself. It was quite hard to resist, all things considered. "Hn... you're right, but that's not all it's about. Regardless of all that, you can be satisfied more than I can. But, if you insist, it is difficult to say no when you put it like that. You may want to use your hands if you want quicker results."

Princess. What a load of bullshit, the man thought. She had all of her bases covered against those who sought vengeance, at least. Princess would be a suitable target for his attention for some time. No further use of prodding methods would be necessary against her soon enough. For now though, he had a few remaining. Having her pull his dick out served more purpose than merely causing discomfort. It did serve as another method of prying into her mind, but it also let Kusanagi remain on the floor... which served its own purpose. "Kusanagi," he said flatly to share his own name of choice. Regarding the reason he had for making her act, he stared blankly once again. "You keep saying bitch breaker. If you keep thinking about it, it'll happen. I do like the idea of seeing your brain snap. I wonder if you'd finally shut down after all these years... or if you'd break and lash out. It might be worth finding out for myself," he mused absently as Princess bent at a sharp enough angle to unzip his pants and wrestle free the cock within. Somehow, she let herself be slapped in the face with it despite being conscious of the possibility. What Kusanagi saw then was... a deep trauma that interested him. "Oh? Is this the part where I would start cramming it down your throat? Or is that something you did to save yourself?" he wondered while contemplating the woman's past experiences.

[Apollymi]

Sakura found herself, having something of an interesting conversation. It would seem that her affirmation of this man's ability was something he realized but his statement wasn't purely related to the recovery time of sex itself. He claimed that she could achieve satisfaction more often as if that was direct reason. "Sou ka... I'll keep it in mind then..." she said earnestly enough. If a hand would help him along, a hand he would received. Sakura would be stroking and lavishing his cock with her tongue as if this was something she truly chose to do. In fact, she was content do service this man and watch him and his reaction. He did seem to have quite a few favorable ones so far. Beyond that, it was strangely refreshing for him to be so direct while not also being weird about it. 'I like this kind of direction.' she decided in direct opposition to the demeanor of one Kakihara Shota. Either way she'd continue her service until she received the reward she was after, all with her gentle right hand along to stroke him constantly meeting her mouth and tongue movements.

In that hotel room, an exchange of names was finally happen and though this was quite the strange encounter... the irony of their chosen forms of address wasn't lost on Princess. No. She laughed just a little at that name choice and it confirmed several things. "Fucking names are ridiculous," she said as if it was funny and it was in its own way. Of course, there was something else going on here, as he tried to figure out how she would respond to the potential mind break of dealing with his massive cock. "Or I end up with a new trauma... still assuming I survive the day. Not sure about that yet either..." she said seeming to be a bit withdrawn already. That was a survival tactic in and of itself, to empty out a certain amount to save some part of herself. By the time that same cock hit her face she'd almost shut down, she was trying to crawl out of her own head by the time she managed a reply to Kusanagi as he called himself. "Not biting down is how I saved my life, but I wonder sometimes if it would have been worth it to avoid the rest," she seemed to have no problem talking about traumatic experiences. "Anyway, what do you want me to do?" she asked it was his dick and he seemed to have felt the need to take control of the situation. She'd promised him honesty so she'd give it where she could even though she saw this as a potential danger to herself. Even if she survived this was probably going to give her nightmares... she hadn't had those in years. Her parents killed when she was 12, raped and turned into a prostitute at 13 under the thumb of the Yakuza group until she was 17.... when she finally realized that the 'boss' thought she was broken and felt comfortable enough around her to make demands of her wardrobe that were potentially dangerous. To never have any one in the room with them while he fucked her because he wanted 'things' he didn't want the rest knowing about. 10 years... she'd been walking free with a target on her back. And now she was thinking about things she'd buried deep to live a more normal life.