Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Though Mugen knew an encounter with Martha would be worthwhile, he didn't realize it would have such entertainment value. Her very own workplace was the venue of choice. In Martha's own words, debauchery in such place was illegal. Was that meant to be bad news? If so, the purpose was gone. "You said bad news. What you just said, was that this sort of deal is more exciting. I'm guessing you've never felt so free. Here... I'll make things a bit more realistic for you."

With that offer, Mugen took it upon himself to change the space around them once more. The classroom remained as intended, but a bell rang in accordance with Martha's memory. The hustle and bustle of a busy school building could be heard just outside the classroom door. Of course, this included the familiar voices of students and coworkers at the end of a day. According to her memories, this was the utmost taboo. Students and teachers had a chance of entering at any moment, as clubs and the like had yet to begin their activities. "Better~?♥" he wondered. Wearing all the smugness of a man in charge, Mugen stopped that one hand's movement. His other hand found the desk as well, resulting in Martha being stuck between two arms, his torso, and the desk itself. She had something to say about his demeanor ─ something he certainly wasn't hearing for the first time. "I've heard. That doesn't matter. We're in your world now, and you're at risk of... what was it? Shame and relocation? What will you do with your livelihood on the line as you look upon the devil himself?"

[Apollymi]

The Sex Devil wasn't doing a very good job of dissuading Martha from assuming he was actually what her thoughts about him implied. In fact, his excitement from the sheer amount of deviance a situation like this implied said he was one of those oddities in the world. What was more, he seemed content to pull her into his excitement and much to her own surprise, she was content to accept. "I uh... suppose it could be seen as freeing, in a very specific way..." she murmured. It was definitely taboo and she definitely still wanted to do it. Strange, she didn't know when she'd decided doing such things was so reasonable an idea. "Realistic?" she almost had time to question that before the sounds began. The bell rang and people started to move about her, and with that notion her heart began beating rather erratically "Uh, I am pretty sure this is giving me anxiety," she mentioned.

Ah but even she understood that the idea of getting caught was among the things that made it so taboo. It was problematic to understand such things because while she could justify most things, she knew this to be simple a deviant desire. What was more, this man in front of her wasn't doing any kind of good job in talking her out of her particular dance with deviance. No... he was inviting her further in, standing in front of her being rather imposing. when was the last time she felt imposed upon in a way that didn't just incite anger? And he was so smug, and so close. And of course he was now questioning her... what would she be doing when at risk of shame and relocation? What would she be doing with this hot man trapping her near her desk. "I don't have much choice do I?" she mentioned removing those glasses and reaching up to pull him by his tie. She pull him close as she properly settled her hips atop the desk pushing that skirt up quite a bit, revealing those toned thick thighs and removing those high heels from the floor. It wasn't truly in her nature to back down, so he'd continue pressing forward... "Don't keep me waiting though..." she managed as she reached for the button on those pants with her now empty hand. Well it could turn into a moment of passion that was usually the point of this kind of thing. You couldn't wait, you wanted it here and now... and nothing could get in your way. She could adopt that kind of attitude she wasn't really made of patience in the first place.

[Bloodedge]

"That's the spirit," said Mugen upon the woman's agreement. She saw the freedom of this situation, and in doing so, she would soon experience freedom of a spiritual variety. She couldn't know his freedom was also being determined by this meeting... though that would not be known by anyone for some time yet. As an early reward though, he decided to add the people Martha knew from this job. Those halls outside may or may not have been real ─ he'd leave that to Martha's imagination. Regardless, there were many bodies to apparently give her anxiety. "Good," he stated.

What would Martha do with this new development? She could be caught and endangered at the drop of a hat, but apparently, she had little choice in the matter. She did, in fact... but perhaps she wasn't giving herself much choice. She took him by the tie while climbing back onto the desk. In a matter of seconds, Mugen was standing between the woman's thighs as one hand tugged him toward her, the other already working against his trousers. He wasn't to keep her waiting, was he? "Ara~♥ Why would I do something like that? This is something new for me, and new is exciting~♥" he said while a hand grasped the meeting ends of Martha's blazer. She wasn't the only one short of patience. In fact, that hand working toward unbuttoning his pants was just barely above a long bulge that seemed to stretch downward for ages. She'd already tugged him once; Mugen would finish closing the gap with a pull of his own ─ one that ended in a meeting of lips to begin the mana transfer.

[Apollymi]

It would seem that Martha was on the right track. What was more, this demon apparently thought it was good that she was anxious. She wondered in this moment if this was going to eventually come out as one of those odd translation issues like her title, where anxiety and excitement have similar feelings attached to them so they were being interpreted as the same word. Regardless of the truth or lack there of, in her thoughts, they were already moving quite quickly. It was for the best, making sure they both got what the needed before they were caught was likely the point here. Even if they weren't caught it'd be a bit weird to get caught with one's pants down even in a dream you could experience embarrassment. Actually she didn't get enough information about this, but perhaps that was also for the best.

At the same time progress was being made, this delinquent seducer was occupying the space between her legs being tugged along by the tie and having his pants fiddled with. He had much to say during this, he claimed to be surprised and claimed he wouldn't be keeping her waiting. He also claimed this was exciting. Aside from sex in this new world, Martha couldn't really remember the last time she thought such a thing would be exciting. But here she was, heart beating fast man between her legs. She was reaching for his pants and found his firmness going even farther down than her hands could currently reach. 'They definitely don't grow them like this back home...' she thought, what an exciting prospect as their lips were brought together and the mana transfer began. Ah, the meeting of the lips was quite intense. This as likely among her favorite things, though something she found rare quite honestly considering. Such a meeting as these seemed to be bringing up comparisons and memories of disappointment to be replaced by excitement and that gentle twitching of the msucles in her legs and between her thighs. She was sure the little thong she wore was more than damp even as this man fiddled with the buttons of her shirt. Ah, he did claim to like the dishelved look, perhaps he also enjoy making it? Whatever the case, she sank into that meeting of lips as she let go of his opened pants and downed zipper and reached for whatever was left beneath. This was bound to be exciting.

[Bloodedge]

At last, they were approaching Mugen's favorite part: the part in which bodies connected. Martha was missing some information, but as she hadn't asked, Mugen wouldn't tell. None of it mattered anyway. What mattered was that they had means of helping one another in the future, and that said help could be manifested in the present. Martha would reap the benefits first, whether she could rationalize it or not. The future was so much closer for the woman, and just as endless moving forward.

Snatching and kissing began it all. Mugen picked up on the aggressive start by Martha, finding himself falling into things quite naturally. In truth, this was his element. Martha's hand found that bulge as lips began smacking, and her initial thought was cause for a cheeky smirk to appear against her mouth. Ah, but there were bigger things to bother with ─ literally. Mugen had a second hand against the woman's blazer. He pulled left and right simultaneously, opening it with blatant disregard for its buttons in the same moment his tongue forced itself into Martha's mouth. The same disregard would immediately be shown for Martha's shirt, which would have its buttons flung about in the same manner a moment later. If being caught was a concern, it clearly wasn't a worry of Mugen's. Martha's new clothes weren't going to be left with much integrity, if any at all. Indeed, creating that disheveled look was something he enjoyed... almost as much as the moment a hand fell upon his bare rod, which seemed to permeate reality with its forbidden, yet entrancing aura. 'Exciting' didn't even begin to cover Mugen's intentions. Limited as these opportunities were, he had to take full advantage where possible.

[Apollymi]

Bodies meeting was a very interesting thing. Mugen was more Martha's type of several reasons not the least of which being his was in general more substantial physically. Muscular guys were among her favorites regardless of build as a person who took a lot of pride in her own body. And right now that body was being revealed in layers. Beneath those popping buttions a black lace bra and a black lace thong. Both simple in design but suited to the kind of outfit that Martha normally wore. She was busy though, not considering the potential of actually hiding but instead reaching out to something entrancing.

Mugen's manhood was among the largest she'd ever laid eyes on. She hadn't missed the smugness in response to her thoughts but she also couldn't really do anything about the way her mind reacted. Best to just let him take the compliment as intended and touch... that which almost seemed to demand it. Very odd was this meeting and somehow very different from the others. She had no reason to fully understand it, but she was also quite busy wrestling with the tongue in her mouth. 'I should have stretched for this...' she thought. Astolfo had been quite the tight squeeze, she imagined this being significantly more intense. Ridiculous as a thought but also... exciting. Her legs opened up more knowing how such things would eventually have to go. Perhaps with this level of intensity she wouldn't have to worry about anything strange. Oddly enough her senses were still quite active. She was sure this was hot. Not just from the physical interaction but spicy. 'I like my spicy kaarage as much as the next person but this seems almost excessive,' she thought as she wrested with an intruder in her mouth and the building intensity between her legs. Had this ever been so exciting? As her hand ran along his length she was sure it wasn't, but that wouldn't stop her from aligning him and using that tool now rested against the desk to slide that little string out of the way. This felt almost pushy but... he didn't seem to mind.

[Bloodedge]

Martha's form of body positivity was one rarely seen. Whether perusing Gaia or Alaya, a human woman taking pride in her physical ability was a sorely lacking occurrence. Mugen could count himself lucky for having the experience of such a unicorn. Naturally, he'd have to relish the moment. It seemed the only viable way to do so, was aggressively ─ which was perfectly fine with the demon. Buttons flew across the room, ricocheting off Mugen's body, the desk below Martha, and the floor itself before each settling somewhere. Her musculature was made clear, but he would not be paying it much mind just yet. He would, however, take note of those lace underthings right away.

"Ara?" Mugen said, though he didn't pull away from the saint's lips to do so. "Is this just what the reserved types are wearing on Gaia now? It's a good trend," he claimed, each segment of the clause bridged by another tongue-lashing within Martha's mouth. The woman believed she should have stretched before this undertaking, but surely she knew by now it would do no good. Added intensity was only a bonus, after all. Speaking of bonuses, Martha soon proved her own dragon aspect to the demon. One wasn't normally forward with him. Martha, however, was bold enough to move her undergarments aside by using his cock as a lever. It wasn't pushy ─ it was audacious. It was... precisely the sort of blatant disregard one would expect of the age-old Spirits. Mugen surely wouldn't be complaining about such a rare proof of existence, particularly once he felt the heated moisture of Martha's folds against his tip.

[Apollymi]

Martha's content with her physical abilities was rather rare for a girl. As a teen she'd routinely been referred to as a 'tomboy'. That being said, she simply enjoyed the activities she enjoyed. Physical activity kept her mind from wandering and allowed her to avoid overly violent most of the time. Beyond that part it allowed her to be very aware of her own physical strength. But the strength of Martha seemed to fail in comparison to those buttons popping off and around the room with reckless abandon. That would be ridiculous to clean up after if she had to do it. Whatever the case, after the buttons were removed from her blazer and shirt the lace panties and bra she wore became an interesting topic of conversation. Though it would take a while to get through considering the tongue still being shoved into her mouth at random, perhaps the undergarments of those of Gaia were only truly worn on Alaya by those who were familiar with them. "Probably. I know it's pretty common among girls and women even those who aren't having them seen on a regular basis," she murmured during the tongue lashing. "According to my sister, they work as a psychological pick-me-up... and improve the quality of your day," she said paraphrasing. In truth Martha's younger sister, claimed that she spent so much time in the gym working on her body that not treating it to girly things like cute panties and other frilly bits was some sort of crime. She also claimed it would be good for confidence not that Martha thought she needed it but it did improve her mood a bit. Besides it was like advertising to yourself that you were confident even if the rest of you didn't appear to be so...

Little did Martha know, that last explanation was one which applied to a certain other person she met recently. But that wasn't important in the moment, what was important was that... a bit of confidence seemed to be falling out of Martha now in a way which it hadn't previously manifested. She used this Sex Devil's tool to clear his entrance to her person and sighed into his mouth as his tip met her folds. At the very least, this was bound to be eventful. She wasn't sure she'd ever felt so excited about having sex before... it was quite the new experience. She couldn't help but enjoy even that first bit of pressure, even while knowing that it would only get worse. And if he wouldn't push himself forward of his own accord, those hands of hers would move down to his hips and begin pulling him in, as her core did the same quite literally aiming to crush him as he entered. It truly was quite the tight squeeze and honestly even after Astolfo she couldn't imagine taking all this in, but that was no reason not to try. What was more, Martha's soul seemed to be waking just a bit, those kisses would begin to taste quite sour, and reminiscent of a Sudachi.

[Bloodedge]

Martha's words implied that such undergarments were more common than expected on Gaia. If that happened to be the case, he'd enjoy setting up a vacation home in the other version of the world. Actually, he could count quite a few from Alaya who would enjoy something similar. Ailen, for example, had recently processed a similar thought. "Well, they've improved the quality of my day. I'll have to... go see how many different types I can find to look at," he mused, logging the thought away for the later torment of... someone.

The audacious approach wasn't nearly done when Mugen realized what the woman was doing. She didn't simply mean to use him as a panty-remover, but instead intended to take initial penetration unto herself if necessary. Martha's every action reeked of both desire and impatience, with such demands appearing in ways he could only answer in kind. She wanted to speed things along? He'd gladly make it happen. Ah, but first, there was a realization. Martha's soul was finally becoming active, as evident by her mana quality coming to the forefront. He recognized that flavor. Naturally, Mugen would be addressing that before he acted. Even though Martha's hands were pulling him at the waist to enable their union, some things needed saying above all else. "... Sudachi? Kuhuhu! It makes so much sense. Let me ask you..." Mugen paused there, leaning in enough to speak directly into the woman's ear. "Do you squirt like one too?" he questioned. With that query hanging in the air, he finally responded to Martha's more physical actions. How did he do so? Well, he simply mimicked her movements. Both hands grasped the woman's hips before jerking her toward the desk's edge. In that same moment, he thrusted. The tightness found was truly abnormal, but he'd gone without explaining to Martha how the world treated these unions. Oh well; things would surely be more fun this way. "So, what's the consensus? Do you think this is something you need yet? That might be the only way it works~♥"

[Apollymi]

According to the Sex Devil, the quality of his day was improved by witnessing the lingerie worn by Martha. She was glad to be of service in that regard. No one but her and maybe her sister ever really saw them so she was far from fully recognizing why they might be appreciated. Just the same, this man had made himself overly obvious in his desires and pursuits. That level of honesty wasn't truly common and when it was it was usually the disgusting kind of person one wouldn't spare a glance for. "Glad to help. There are a lot and they are constantly being designed so it's a pretty intense undertaking but you seem like you're probably up for that kind of thing," she murmured. At the same time, somewhere... in forest, an elafia was backing herself onto the firm rod of her mentor using her hand as a point of balance. She was hearing flesh slapping and moans in perfect echoing harmony as a concert for two of which she was both composer and conduction, using a very specific baton to her advantage. And she... felt a strange tingle down her spine which made her ears twitch and her hairs stand up on end. 'I'm in danger...' she thought with her eyes wide staring out into the middle distance. 'Probably, enjoy more... just in case!' her internal voice seemed to be quite focused on the tasks at hand. And so she continued though not without an added bit of aggression.

Speaking of aggression, there was Martha's actions which seemed to be such. She was normally a fairly aggressive fighter, but she didn't remember being aggressive sexually. Whatever these last two interactions were doing to her, she was sure she wasn't going to be the same again. Did she want that? Every smacking of lips and caress of tongue implied she did. She was pulling his hips forward and finding the squeeze far tighter than she imagined. Still it wasn't enough to discourage her, even as Mugen decided to comment on flavor, Sudachi? That super zesty lime that couldn't even really be consumed alone? Was he implying that's what she tasted like? Well it would make sense in context of that soul nourishment bit from earlier. It also made sense of all that spice she'd been tasting since they'd started kissing properly. Good... she still remembered there was a reason other than her soaking wet loins for her to be here. But him leaning in to whisper a question into her ear confirmed what he meant and caused a flush of embarrassment to be added to her face. Ah, and it was further enforced as her hips were grabbed and she was pulled forward. That grip on his hips became tighter still. "AAah♥!~" she moaned at the sudden forcefulness that she didn't truly find painful regardless of the implied discomfort of such a tight squeeze with such a fast entrance. As for his question there was just one thing... "I'm sure the Sex Devil will be able to work that one out on his own, no?" she said in a semi-cheeky manner for a person who seemed pretty close to orgasm from an entrance which hadn't even completed. What of his last questions, did she need it? She could swear her body pulsed with its own desire as she wiggled her hips just a little more, relaxing the hands which had clamped down on his person in an oddly aggressive manner. "I... uh... ah♥! Consensus? I definitely need this... and I'm not stopping 'til I get it, where I want it, which is a fair bit farther ahead than it is now. I feel like it'll be good~" she mused. "So keep pushing~" she mentioned as she and her body kept trying to pull him in. Apparently no matter what, Martha wouldn't be the type to completely ignore her instincts. Her mind and soul had already jumped ahead to a potential. What would happen when he knocked on that secondary door? He had to get there before she could fully appreciate his length and girth, and as such her body was primed to accept it, so was her mind and soul. Damned be the consequences.