Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

He was, of course, doing all of these things on purpose. On the other hand, Miko did not torture herself enough ─ not for the liking of people like him. True pain had no place between them, but suffering... was not quite the same. She'd surely have a terrible, wonderful time if he had anything to say about it. "Maybe you torture yourself enough for you. But, where's my fun in that? I like seeing you blush and freak out over the tiniest little things. When your eyebrows slant and your open mouth quivers, it just makes me want to... do so many things~♥" he stated with conviction. If he had his way, Iino Miko would live in a perpetual state of embarrassment. Lo, it seemed he was on his way to getting that exact desire. She finally spoke some words with real meaning, and a bit of filth to them. In doing so, Miko reached out to rub what lay over his thigh ─ his dick, as she put it. Miko wouldn't be the only one correcting herself with that. "Ho? Is it mine? The way you're fidgeting, I might think you'd rather make it yours."

Now, the two teens were mutually molesting one another after a time of one-sided contact. Miko responded quite well to having her hair tugged, much to the lad's expectation. Less expected however, was how quickly her speech evolved to something more... raunchy. In her own words, she wanted one of two things ─ either for his dick to remain inside her for prolonged period of time, or to take the reins and help 'wreck' herself with it. Her thoughts may have been all over the place according to Miko herself, but he had a different opinion to share. "Iie. I think it's finally in just the right spot," he countered. With that, the lad wasted no further time before reaching for the girl's obi. Once more, he considered how very convenient an article it was. In removing it, he would free the other, looser parts of her ensemble for the simplest of removals. Before doing anything more, he did have more to say. "In a minute though, you'll be all over the place~♪"

[Apollymi]

Torture... was apparently, not just a thing of pain. This much was obvious by the constant torturing of Miko's soul at the hands of this individual. He seemed to like the amount of duress he put her under... and apparently actually did. According to the lad himself, he enjoyed torturing her and his fun couldn't be found in the kind of torture she did to herself. And his form of torture had very specific points of interest, her blushing face, her twitching lips her furrowed brows. These sorts of things made him want to do so many things to her... "Oh, well if you say it like that... I can't really say no to your fun," she said somewhat sheepishly. Attention came in lots of different flavors, and from him she didn't mind his special torture. 'I'm probably a masochist of some sort...' she thought after admitting that. Of course there was even more to it, he was content to tease her. Seeming to understand her internal correction of the state of his dick as it pertained to her ownership. He even noted her fidgeting nature during it... "Well I fidget a lot... but, if you don't mind it belonging to me... I'll take up the challenge of making that true~" she had a little bit of a teasing nature left in her. Just a little bit anyways.

Ah, the words seemed to come a bit easier. Actually, she had no problem testing her thoughts as they flowed from her brain. 'Did that work?' she asked herself. Well, apparently yes. A bit more vulgar was her speech in this case but it seemed to press the right buttons with this particular young man. "Well, if it works for you..." she said not seeming to understand completely how flirting worked, but she was making progress at least and so was the lad in his exploration. He pulled at her obi exposing her undergarments beneath. Now in her dream state, she was wearing a matching set of lace panties and bra with filigree, and the panties in question were thongs which made her bottom look rather round and that bra could be opened in the front for access to her chest. "All over the place? That's exciting..." she almost questioned it. It was obviously one of her dreams to have sex in this shrine... she wouldn't really say no to the opportunity. She was already touching him directly, their mutual molestation could only grow and with her face tilted up she was left practically throbbing between her own legs. Those parted as he stood between them and that reddened face of hers would only continue to gain color as she was exposed to the lad.

[Bloodedge]

Miko claiming she wouldn't say no to his fun may have been dangerous at some point in the future. He committed the statement to memory, and he'd certainly be making use of it when necessary. "How exciting~" he said with that information in mind. Moreover, Miko seemed attached to the idea of... well, owning a dick ─ his in this particular case. Just as she wouldn't say no to him, he wouldn't stop her attempt. In fact... "I welcome the challenge. But, can you manage it, or will you become a slut instead? Managing both would be very difficult. Do you have the fortitude?" he asked teasingly.

That sudden development of Miko admitting her thoughts did indeed work. He could tell it was slightly uncomfortable, but more importantly... it was the epitome of honesty translated from thought to speech. He had a great interest in lost filters, whether the desire was innate or caused by some outside influence. No matter the reason, he was satisfied. Even more satisfying would be the discovery of unusual undergarments found beneath a shrine maiden's attire. Lace and filigree were the last things one would expect under that, but there the boy was, pulling down Miko's hakama to witness undergarments that could hardly be called such. He took a moment to absorb the sights, having only one comment to spare. "Gift-wrapping now, are we?" he asked rhetorically. If any answer was to come, it would be silenced by his lips in the very next moment. The time for idle chitchat was obviously over.

[Apollymi]

Miko was proving herself to be a rather honest individual in most cases. Even her admittance to going along with antics which weren't necessarily normal for her were received well. Odd though it was, she felt more comforted by these truths. Apparently the boy found such things exciting and in truth Miko found them anxiety producing. Of course, in thinking like that... she realized that anxiety was its own sort of excitement. Ah but that wasn't all... apparently when it came to the ownership of this lad's dick her challenge would be one which was welcomed. And he even claimed she'd need fortitude, to avoid just becoming a slut. He also saw doing both as an acute sort of distinction. "Well, challenges are meant to be difficult, and I'm fairly confident in my own fortitude. Like everything else, I'll try my best!~" she chimed. Whether slut or slutty dick owner, she knew what she was aiming for.

Still, Miko felt so awkward she was sure her face would be permanently blushed. Even if it wasn't, her body was being exposed which would do very little to make her feel less awkward. Well, until the visual apprasial started and she was sure she saw nothing discouraging in the lad's visage. She'd not chosen wrong. Good. Ah but as he spared a moment for her, she found herself slipping into his pants for a more direct feel of what she'd been molesting. Such was more her nature than anything, she really wanted him naked but cared not for the order in which he was stripped. Ah, but there was something else, she was asked if she'd gift wrapping, given her attire. "I'm a... " she was reflexively questioning her status but it wouldn't be happening. No, her lips would instead find themselves being smothered by the lad's and her brain would immediately be firing on all cylinders. Did someone really see her as a gift? That was embarrassing, and fairly arousing. Still, she found her fingers searching for the bare skin of his dick while her own body was exposed and they both seemed to be focusing. With their mouths together she found herself almost panting with her face being as heated as it was. She didn't remember ever kissing this lad before now. She should have! She wouldn't let it slip by her again.

[Bloodedge]

One could only expect the girl named Iino Miko to do her best in whatever aspect she set her mind to. In this case, he could be content that her mind was set on doing... well, him. They'd find out together what became of her in the coming challenge. In truth though, the true challenge would not be one that took place in a dream. That was of little importance, however. The excitement of their bond began here and now, as their lips and bodies met in varying ways.

Ah, and this was her dream after all. She reached into the lad's pants to find the bare skin of his cock. Whatever she was looking for, she'd find ─ very specifically to whatever her ideal preference would have been. He'd be working with whatever she required of him mentally and spiritually, and just as she wished it... he was suddenly without clothes and looking the part of an ideal footrace specialist or basketball player. Whatever this meant to the girl, he was engaging in something greater than prior moments. A tongue found itself in Miko's mouth, and she'd immediately find herself pushed back until... she wasn't on a well anymore. No, her back would be making contact instead with the front shrine. The manipulation of a dream would be occurring on two fronts, all in accordance with the normal progression of imagination.

[Apollymi]

The bond between these two individuals was becoming something more real than the girl in this situation considered. Miko hadn't even considered that anyone would be attracted to her, and hadn't noticed how attractive some others were. Here and now, she was experiencing a level of attraction to someone from her original life as mostly her original self and that was special. She really would be trying her best, even if her best was simply because she felt safe doing so.

In her dream, Miko would find the lad she was now molesting had quite the long and girthy cock hiding beneath his clothing. She might have questioned it, but it didn't seem necessary. She also found his form to be lean but muscled which was indeed her potential idea. He was quite tall compared to her, which was something else she liked. Potentially this lad was one of her most ideal partners... how had she not noticed? Ah, well right now it simply got her attention until his tongue entered her mouth. Well, it wouldn't be allowed a lonely stroll. No, she'd be moving against it, moaning happily as her hand explored his cock and her body was back against what had been a well but rather suddenly became a shrine. 'This seems like sacrilege... it's hot. Can't be sacrilege right? Activity is Sei-approved~' she made her happiest conclusions. Ah, but would she need to be completely naked? Likely not... it was fairly easy leaned back like this to align his manhood after pushing that small lace string out of the way. If she was going to be a present, she'd leave it to him to unwrap her, just the same she was finding herself rather excited to continue experiencing him.

[Bloodedge]

Few experiences could be superior to what occurred in a dream. In one's imagination, there were no limits. In Miko's dream specifically, her imagination and that of the lad accompanying her would both contribute to a special kind of union. The girl lay atop the front shrine in naught but her undergarments and an open kimono, and he lay atop her in nothing at all. Miko didn't need to be made naked, nor would she be. She'd find that this individual fancied a bit of clothing, and would leave her with her top while unfastening that bra to bare her breasts. His hand would then be found sliding its way down her torso until it reached her thong. What would he be doing then?

Surely he wasn't going to waste a good garment. His middle finger rubbed itself against her slit. He hadn't moved her undergarments at all, but the touch itself met only flesh and moisture. Miko didn't seem to be equipped with crotchless panties before, but that was certainly the case now. The dance of tongues between them progressed as they began an act of sacrilege, at least as Miko saw it. He wouldn't let it carry on for too long, however, as there were words to share. Ah... but what would stop him from speaking whilst her tongue was held between his teeth? Nothing, of course. "You lost something. You're a...? A willing little slut for your favorite guy?" he teased in questioning. Since his hand was unobscured, that same middle finger he'd applied to the girl's sex kept sliding down until it found itself a cavern to burrow into. He was having a few ideas, and even considering a little detour in the advancements of debauchery.

[Apollymi]

Miko would find herself, disheleved but not naked. Interesting choice, but one she'd seen made a couple of times. She might wonder at some point, if this was one of those male fantasies books and media tended to lean on being proven true, but she barely had the ability to consider it. Their tongues were moving against each other, but his hands were also on the move. Quite busy was this lad, exploring the whole of her body. Her bra was opened but not taken off, she laid in a bed of her own clothes, still lightly restricted by them but there wasn't truly a sense of urgency. A hand tracing down her stomach to find itself between her legs. Her thong hadn't moved, yet, she still got to feel the sensation of his finger as it explored the already slick folds it explored. She imagined underwear like this buried in her bag and now suddenly was completely fine with potentially finding a pair.

She couldn't contain the moan that slipped from her mouth as her body relaxed around that sudden manipulation and went it didn't stop and a lithe finger would be found slipping into her depths her body reacted to it by pulsing around it, as if she truly wanted to feel whatever intruded upon her. That kiss between them was rather aggressive and then he'd be found biting her tongue and teasingly questioning her. She'd forgotten something while they kissed, probably. Her own hands only kept moving because the feeling of his tool within it was well worth the extra time exploring. But his choice in words, dirty as they were seemed to strike strange chords within her ears. They still didn't sound truly negative and in fact, the more he claimed her as his... the less it seemed like a bad thing. "I..." she paused. 'Why do I like that?' she wondered about herself. She couldn't really deny him being her favorite guy, as far as her memories were concerned, she did make him in her dream... and in truth he was the only identifiable person she ever remembered seeing in her dreams at all. "Yeah?" she said it with an upward inflection. It seemed to be fairly close to affirmation but also a small question. "It's really growing on me when you say it like that..." she concluded. So strange, to be doing something she would have considered sacrilege but also be enjoying it so much at the same time. Her life was confusing right now.

[Bloodedge]

Surprise, surprise. Miko had been approached in a more aggressive manner than one like her own mentor would have taken. While she was no object, she remained a thing to claim. This particular lad was going to claim her with everything he had, but it didn't seem to be taking much given her apparent acceptance of him. What had she meant to say earlier? He wondered if it had to do with being a slut ─ his, specifically. There was an upward inflection to her eventual answer, but the answer remained... yes. Miko claimed the title was growing on her. Of course, that wasn't the only thing growing. He'd been brought to stiffness and was readily throbbing away in her hand, while she was throbbing around his singular finger.

This interaction wasn't going to become any less devious any time soon. A few dirty words were par for the course. Speaking of words however, there were some never shared in their earlier chat. Miko had come around to admitting quite a few things by now, but she had yet to acknowledge more important matters. She owed a debt of her own creation and her own decision. Among all the things to address, that was perhaps the most important. "If that's what you are, I'll have to take it upon myself to make sure your wrongs are righted. You have things to make up for, Mikan~♥" he chimed. Once more, there was little room for a rebuttal. The lad abandoned Miko's mouth, but only with his own. His body swung around, one hand still occupying the girl's crotch and one still grasping her hair. She'd find his cock jerked away from her hand during that grand motion, but it would quickly find its way into her recently-abandoned mouth. "I hear you've been getting a lot of practice. It was all to get ready for this, right?"

[Apollymi]

There was something about this lad's approach which was markedly different from the one she'd already experienced. Perhaps she should have been thinking about why a product of her own mind was so extreme, but after living with her darker self for the past few days, she had to assume that her current self just wasn't as aggressive as she could be. That was fine though, obviously she could learn such behaviors for... future reference. There was a a shaft throbbing away in her hands, that was something she understood now, by feel and experience alike.

Moving on, her even light agreement to his musings seemed to encourage him quite a bit. He claimed he needed to right her wrongs, and then proceeded to shift himself. He'd never really let go of her hair, nor had he abandoned her folds. Instead he simply removed himself from her hands and mouth to speak to her of her practice with such things before he began using her mouth in the most aggressive way yet. She was surprised, but still understood. Though her throat relaxed it was still twitching and convulsing as the movements of his dick weren't controlled by her. She'd been trying to answer his question when she found her mouth full. "I mean... a bit yeah," she would have said around that shaft though she wasn't sure if she was heard. Her large brown eyes would simply meet his as she gave an affirmative. Her tongue would thrash about, and eventually those convulsions of her throat would be meeting his thrusts. That hand on her head, was aggressive, but it still felt rather nice. She couldn't explain it, 'Aggressive head pats' she'd decided to call such an action as this man basically having sex with her face. Blush in place lips and tongue moving about, saliva freely flowing just like the liquid from her loins. Aggression was okay, weird though it was to come from her own consciousness. Still her hands were quite lacking in things to do, and would eventually be found tracing this lad's hips, she couldn't stop herself.