The questions in Charlemagne's mind were quite different from the ones Sakura pondered. She was curious about how his mind was working, it was obvious he was still thinking, even as he struggled through sensation after sensation. It was quite glorious watching him try, she didn't know she'd find such a thing so amusing. She was fully understanding the habits of a few of her fathers in experiencing the flustered and unreasonable states of both Angelica and Charlemagne. Still it wasn't just Charlemagne and Sakura involved, there was an open amount of questioning happening as Angelica recovered, and when she did, Sakura's gaze shifted just a bit to take her in.
In fact, she'd not forgotten about the other lass, but had decided that she'd been roughed up enough for the time being and would only offer her softness. In the meantime, Charlemagne answered her question, speaking specifically of intensity. "It looks intense," Angelica replied but she was openly curious as she stared back at Sakura. "It is both, as is the case with most things, it doesn't have to be one or the other..." she explained of her own actions. "I wouldn't try and separate their aspects," she explained of herself. Mixing things up was the name of the game. Speaking of which, those heightened breaths and moans of Charlemagne made her shift her eyes back towards him. He seemed to be approaching an interesting point, and he questioned aloud whether this was what she liked. "What I like is complicated, Kazzun..." she explained. She leaned forward, the rise and fall of her hips becoming more shallow, allowing his cock restrained though it was to experience a gentle breeze along its moistened shaft as she lifted her hips a bit. She rubbed his tip against her inner walls, repeatedly, making her own breathing something much more intense but still she looked in his face. "It's not the sort of thing that can be discussed, it has to be experienced..." she explained. This was the truth. What she liked about her current torture act, was him trying and failing to figure it out. She liked watching his face as he tried to piece it together. She liked the idea of denying him his release as she helped him figure out how to manage himself, and she liked the idea of him taking charge, but only because he wanted to, not because she'd asked him to.
In truth, what she wanted was to experience the version of him that was confident in his actions, but one couldn't just place that on someone as they learned. No... it was the sort of thing that had to be experienced. And in truth she'd rather figure out what buttons to push to elicit the reaction she wanted, rather than tell him what she was looking for, it'd feel more organic to the situation that way. And thinking of it made her grin deviously. "You want to understand it right An-chan? Come... I'll explain it to you~" she offered Angelica. Knowing that Charlemagne's actions were limited but he'd started trying to move meant that she was on the right track. Angelica moved towards her as she rode Charlemagne and their lips connected. Sakura would slip her tongue into the other girl's mouth as Angelica closed her eyes and received directly information on the type of gratification that Sakura was looking for, and while she did this, she peeked to the side at Charlemagne's face, winking at him once more. What was a little secret between girls while she rode his cock to her own pleasurable flourish? Those actions would eventually cause her climax and the collapsing of her walls as she moaned her happiness into Angelica's mouth. Even so... if Charlemagne's body wished to do the same, it would find constriction in the form of that tentacle, staving off the sensation of relief for quite some time to come.