Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

The simplest of decisions had been made. Since Miko felt it fair that she respond to accumulated karma, but hadn't taken it into her own hands, he determined the best route was doing so himself. Into her mouth he went, those purple eyes of his gleaming as he felt that warm, wet embrace. Miko was rather receptive to this approach. She confirmed her practice even as he filled her mouth. Beyond that, her tongue and throat became active with zero prompting to provide an immediate medley of sensations. "Oh, really? All for me?" he questioned in a leading manner. Surely he hadn't crossed the girl's mind in actuality, or this dream would have occurred long, long before the present. Alas, time was never so linear. Even if she didn't intentionally practice for his sake, some events worked retroactively when spiritual advancements were involved.

His finger, long as it was, had yet to fully explore the flooded cave. He had to do so. "Oho? It looks like the shrine has an extra well in it now. How exciting~♪" he said as that finger delved deeper, deeper still, all the way to its knuckle before curling toward Miko's pelvis from within. He stared into her undercarriage as if giving it a thorough inspection, and lo, his eyes were not the only judges for quality. Soon enough, his tongue protruded to fend off the rising water of this new 'well' he spoke of. All the while, his hips were thrusting forward with greater force. Since she'd been through a few experiences by now, he figured Miko would see no problems having a dick buried in her gullet ─ perhaps even if he was doing so with more vigor than most others would bother with. "Or maybe there are two extras?" he asked as reference to Miko's saliva quantity. "Which one gets wetter? I'll use it to make tea. Don't let up now~♥" he added amidst a growing series of tongue-lashes against that little ball of nerves hiding away between her legs.

[Apollymi]

Miko was continually teased. Even as she rose to the movements of the lad buried within her throat it seemed he was content to question her learning experiences for his sake. He'd only crossed her mind when this dream happened, true, but as he was the only person with a face in any dream she could recall in either of her lives, it was obvious that such an experience was definitely his to enjoy. "I mean you're the only face I see here~" she flirted with the lad, and it was the truth. Actually those words were true of the Seimei Shrine in general, he'd been the only person worth talking to that wasn't brought to the place by her specifically. So he could reap the rewards of her continued experimentation, as long as he didn't mind where she picked up her techniques.

Ah and everything would continue. Eventually that long finger, would find its way deeper into her loins. And once it did he commented on the quality of wetness he found between her legs. He compared her to the well and claimed she was a second. She blushed harder if even possible. "That's so embarrassing..." she claimed. Ah, but that didn't actually sound like a complaint. He seemed to appreciate it, so she'd continue. Her throat was already working and his movements became more vigorous. All she could do was allow her saliva to coat his shaft as he moved it about with a recklessness she'd not known before. He aggrevated her throat, but eventually she'd be found humming while he plagued her depths. The tune of choice, the one she'd made for Seimei's birthday, somehow... that didn't feel sacrilegious in this case. She didn't let up but it wouldn't stop her fluids from splashing about. Still.. there was something to bring a minor hiccup to her work and that was the addition of his tongue against her depths. She'd felt this before but it had to be among her favorite things. It made her body shiver, and her canal tighten further. As he lapped away at her she followed his directions, "I wouldn't know which it's subjective~" she said of her loins versus her mouth. Even so, she continued to do her best her work on his tool as he pumped it around even more aggressively, didn't seem to slow at all, though a few extra hums and convulsions would occur as her tongue lashed at him. Obviously, his own doing at this point, but she wouldn't stop. Even if she climaxed her tongue and throat would continue. She didn't want her headpats to stop just yet. Not until at least her throat and belly were filled. Ah but what she couldn't know, was that leakage of hers was already beginning to overwhelm her actual body, she was having the wettest of wet dreams.

[Bloodedge]

Miko's answer was by no means the definition of affirmative, but it was affirmative nonetheless. He'd be the one enjoying the girl who already had an idea what she was doing. His purpose was something a bit more meaningful than that, but... no matter what, his intention was to take things to a new level. "I should thank those teachers of yours then. Maybe I'll let them join one day," he said as if pondering the matter in truth. "Yeah. I'm sure you'd like that~"

Embarrassed again? Yes. In her embarrassment though, Miko became a bit more active. His cock was undoubtedly being wetted no less than his finger was, and the vibrations that came from Miko's ensuing humming seemed to serve the purpose of stimulating him beyond reason. She wanted something more from this, clearly. Sadly, she'd have to wait while the lad enjoyed himself. Ah... and his efforts seemed effective already. He felt that little skip in Miko's activity from his applied tongue. There was blood in the water, so he'd play the role of a shark. Lips pressed into her folds as one would initiate a heated make-out session. Indeed, he'd be making out with the girl's crotch while sparing no efforts of his tongue and finger. The result of his aggression was the lad crawling more effectively into place for the sake of his own access at both ends. His legs would be found on either side of Miko's head. This meant he had to release her hair, but doing so allowed him freedom of that hand to accost her thigh instead. Besides, she'd have little room to move about between his pelvis and the ground. He could have happily proceeded to fuck her throat like it was his job, and he did exactly that... for a few moments. Soon enough though, he could only rest within it and bask in the vibrations of a song.

[Apollymi]

Miko's lack of true affirmation wasn't really a problem in the context of her own mind. She was at least, learning to properly say no to things, so she was progressing regardless. Even so, it seemed that her exploitable openings would be taken and even with some strange understandings happening. It seemed that in this dream of hers, the lad with her knew of her life experiences and... had no problems with them. He wasn't judging her for actions with the men who ere her teachers. No, he was talking like he planned to enable her for one of those dark thoughts she'd had and buried when seeing them in a room together. 'How does he know I'd like that! He's on to us!' she thought but, it was kind of exciting, imagine how interesting this space would be for her later?

Oh well... she didn't have to imagine certain things. She was already experiencing something well beyond her current norm. Her mentor wasn't so aggressive as a person, this boy however was almost nothing but aggressive. She'd experienced and hiccup and he'd made it his new mission to continue, he pressed his lips into her lower ones and began an aggressive make out with her core like it was her mouth. Literally he was inverting the use of her body and she found herself moaning her appreciation. In fact, he was shifting position, finding his hips over hers he thrusted while he kissed and tongued the area between her legs. She'd experienced this from a different angle before, but from this one she could moan her happiness and gently raise her hands to caress his hips, and jewels as they dangled above her head. She found herself carefully teasing, and gently tugging as she moaned closing in on an orgasm with the lad stopped within her throat. That song she hummed was reaching its climax and they should as well, now that she felt so much less inhibited. Would it be the sensation of her loins or the one in her throat which pushed her over the edge? It didn't really matter as both aspects ofher were slick and dripping. This was so lewd, but also so fun! Such was her usual way to carry on, as she waited for the lad to spill himself within her... oddly enough she wondered what he'd taste like with her experience in the magical world being what it was. Would he be her favorite thing, or would he become it? It was interesting to think about.

[Bloodedge]

This meeting was a long-awaited one, and well worth said wait. Miko offered no response to the idea of inviting any of her teachers to their fun. Even though she said nothing, nothing had to be said. He knew she would be interested. Ah, but there were some caveats to the hypothetical invitation he spoke of. "Hmm. Which one, I wonder," the lad mused as if he intended to find an answer, preference, or anything else of the sort.

The true fun of this interaction was Miko's lack of existing experience with aggression. By now, she should have been introduced to it... but he knew she hadn't gone beyond a tease of sorts. That, too, was something she'd have to make up for... but not to him. All she had to do for this lad currently was delve into deviance, as she was currently while they orally assaulted one another's genitalia. The boy hadn't even moved for some time as Miko serenaded his tool with her throat. Her desire was almost palpable. He kept full focus, lapping, slurping and smacking away while his finger rubbed her interior with gusto. He, too, was moaning against the girl's sex. As his satisfaction grew, so did his adrenaline. All those little touches of his hips and balls spurned the lad on until he was freely thrusting down into Miko's throat again. Whether his essence was to be her favorite thing or not, was no concern. The plunging would not be stopped even as Miko discovered the taste of blackberries spilling into her crowded mouth and throat. It was quite a rush, almost certain to spill out as he never stopped aggressing the girl's face. She must have been used to men who understood that one wasn't enough, right? Obviously, Miko herself didn't intend to draw that line either.

[Apollymi]

There were many things in the mind of Miko, which of her mentors might appear here wasn't something she wanted to think about. Mostly because thinking about one of them might make, she'd only just started dreaming, she wasn't ready to shift just yet. Ah... but mental shifting was one thing physical shifting was another... "I don't know..." she said truthfully, knowing any or all of them would be acceptable aside from her knowledge of needing to go in a specific order. She didn't know which of her mentors she had the most preference for, and she wouldn't until she experienced them all. Her little tastes of the ones she'd had and this experience led her to believe she'd have a hard time figuring it out.

What she wouldn't have a hard time figuring out however, was her enjoyment of deviance and aggression. In truth as they carried on she realized that without any negative stigmas she easily enjoy a more rowdy approach, at least in this case. It somehow made her feel desirable, but that felt like something she shouldn't like as much as she did. He hadn't moved in a while and she was still singing her hearts content. His focus on her own loins lead to that building pulse of glorious pressure which seemed to be going higher and higher... until... it spilled over. Another couple of floods would be taking place. One in her loins and directly into the mouth and tongue of the lad who lapped at her, her canal clamping down on that finger as if it sought something much girthier than a single finger could be for most people. And the one down her throat as she tasted... blackberries?! 'This is great!~' she thought absently as her mouth filled and overflowed a bit onto her cheeks but she swallowed with purpose around that still thrusting cock. He kept going so aggressively even as she she was swallowing him down her throat. What wet quivering would only continue as liquid mana was a good medium for carrying sound and she'd further rattle that rowdy cock as it assaulted her. Her her hands too continued, even though the muscles in her legs jumped as they tried to close around the top of the lad's head. So nice was his work, she didn't want to stop him, but a sigh of content and her still tingling and flowing loins was all she could offer as confirmation. Her tongue continued its work though, so did her throat, it seemed she'd at least be fed while she gave her up body weight in fluids to the lad's approach. They didn't need to stop, they could continue and so they would... with this kind of action and moment feeling like forever until it shifted for whatever reason.

[Bloodedge]

And so, the brunette received exactly what she'd been searching for. The taste of blackberry was something she would not know a shortage of, especially as the boy kept thrusting and kept pumping mana into her mouth. Such would be the way things progressed, as Miko did nothing to stop the continuation. Ah, but the way she was clutching his finger had other implications ─ implications of a greater desire. Oh well. He wasn't very bothered about that, but... this was still a dream. Night fell before any change in position occurred between them. Several hours had passed since they met, but in a dream, it was a simple transition of one moment to the next. What would come of that transition though?

For starters, Miko hadn't been moved at all. The male loomed over her once more, staring into her face as a hand pressed under her chin. No time had been wasted. He was forcing his way between her folds, ignoring the joining puddles atop the shrine and fully intending to make things much, much worse over time. Grinning widely, he decided to present the girl with a question during penetration. "Finally ready to break, Mikan? Or have you been done in already?" he wondered. With that curiosity expressed, his free arm hooked under the girl's thigh, lifting it and pinning it to his torso. He'd make use of that leg to enable a full-force thrust into her womb. "Either way, I've got the strangest urge to breed you at this shrine~♪"

[Apollymi]

Miko received for quite a while, a taste of blackberries which she was sure she liked before but definitely liked now. It would seem that there was no rush, but the body of Miko knew what certain things felt like already, because of this, over time her mentality was shifting. Even as she enjoyed every orgasm that happened over the shifting day, there was a certain emptiness which seemed to come from multiple orgasms which occurred without her body being filled. It was burning in her brain, even as her legitimate body oozed fluids repeated, soaking the spot she slept in and encroaching upon her bedmates.

Ah, but that wasn't a problem for her now. No, she was too busy, with a shift occurring which didn't change her body's placement but did change the way the boy was positioned on top of her. She was looking into his face, her own blushed licking her lips as he held a hand under her chin. He was aligning and beginning a push forward. "I'm fine... well not really... I feel, excited?" she said it as if it was a question. She knew being broken shouldn't be exciting but... she couldn't help but want him to at least fill her current level of emptiness given how much he'd teased her with his tongue this day. His words about breeding her seemed to cause a strange reaction, her womb seemed to tense and a wave of true excitement washed over her, "Sei..." she probably should have been more prepared. No, she couldn't be. That leg lifted and the rather sudden entry he was capable of because of it left her hiccupping at the sudden and swift entry all the way to her womb, caused it to quiver. He pushed forward like he fully understood the mechanic and she welcomed it with her tongue flying out of her mouth and her eyes rolling back in her head. Her canal sloshed and tightened immediately as she reached climax from swiftness and force as she felt this from an action not caused by her own deviant behavior. That aggressive entry into her person gave her something she'd really wanted to experience climaxing around that perfectly sized thickness which left her panting and wanting, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to speak... "Waah~ It went so deep! You can breed me!♥~" she chimed, a surprisingly slutty sentence. One more bit of wetness had occurred as two small tears emerged from the corners of her eyes. That might have been too much sensation, so why... did her hips move as if encouraging the lad to continue, even with her leg up and over his shoulder? Well, only time would tell... but the spot she sat in might become something much deeper than a puddle if he kept this up.

[Bloodedge]

Miko claimed she hadn't been done-in just yet. Rather, she claimed excitement over the idea of being broken. She actually was all over the place at times, approaching things in a skittish manner only to be 100% into those same things once they were properly underway. She transitioned from innocent school girl to sex monster in a heartbeat. Frankly, he found the change more titillating than anything.

She'd almost managed to say his name, and perhaps something more? Whatever Miko intended, having her womb suddenly invaded silenced the lass. Well, silent wasn't quite true. It seemed she was keen to practice her vocals instead, strange though it was to do such a thing with one's tongue hanging out. Maybe it was some new technique? The boy laughed at the thought, or perhaps he was laughing at Miko's reaction. Whatever the case, he could feel her having a veritable seizure around his cock just before the most interesting declaration of her life was made. He grabbed her by the face, his hand becoming wet not from tears, but from his own fluids that remained on her cheek. "You say something like that with a load of cum on your face, and that makes me want to put more on it. Think of the story that'll make for a shrine~" he teased. Perhaps there was such a tale somewhere in reality, but it hardly mattered at present. As this was a dream, he had time to do everything... so he'd use this infinite time to churn the girl's womb as if his intention was to permanently wedge himself in her cervix. It was a bit too early for maximum effort, but not too early for a greater intensity than what was in Miko's memory. "You're starting to look different. Who are you now~?" he asked teasingly. A full shift would occur at some point; he wouldn't stop a moment before it did. Once that change was confirmed, however, things would change forever. Altering Iino Miko's identity as an existence would be a turning point in the history of many realities whenever he managed it.

[Apollymi]

Miko hadn't been done in, but... she might be approaching such a state within just a few short moments. Why? Well, she'd found her body penetrated beyond her normal belief and what was more it was only becoming a bit worse. There were teasing words shared by the lad now deep within her womb and her hand on her face, mixing in with fluids he'd left behind. He claimed that hearing her words made him want to contribute more of a mess to her face. Did she like that? Well... her body reacted as if she did. It seemed to pulse internally as she gave it consideration. "That would be a really strange story for a shrine," she decided in the moment. She couldn't imagine someone trying to explain such a situation to a random shrine attendee, especially while knowing she was the topic of such a story. It sounded outright scandalous. It was definitely the sort of story she'd read and get to the aforementioned moment and close it in second-hand embarrassment.

But she didn't currently have time to think about second hand embarrassment. Why? Well, after launching himself way too quickly into her womb, the lad on top of her continued to wedge himself in, as if he intended to leave his mark on her... mind, body and soul. She could almost feel the firelight behind her eyes flickering with each movement. The sounds escaping her mouth and throat were harmonious though oddly muffled. She couldn't do anything to immediately respond. She looked different according to him, and she couldn't have expressed what it meant. "I don't know... I still feel like me~" she chimed. Of course, that was the truth but it wasn't exactly going to change, but 'me' in this particular context was likely very open. Her hips were moving along with his as she realized she was enjoying this new roughness. That churning sensation wasn't something exactly normal and she was certain the reactions of her body were well beyond anything normal. That tongue was still hanging out of her mouth and she was panting. She was sure she wanted more... but what did this make her? Perhaps she'd give it some more thought when she woke. Just the same she was presently soaking the bed she was sharing with others... the story of this dream was going to be embarrassing to share.