Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Once his lips locked with Angelica's, a previously unknown tension began slowly leaving Charlemagne's muscles. On the other hand, however, it couldn't leave completely. No... tensions were growing, all funneling into his groin. His tongue sloshed about in Angelica's mouth ─ audibly so as salivation continued without halt. Even as a sloppier than normal kiss occurred between them, those glowing eyes never closed fully. There was... power. Power radiated from the lad's person as his need, his urge to find the status quo, forced him deeper into that strange state. This time however, he was fully conscious... even guided by it.

While Sakura abandoned the bed and effectively turned trio into duo, Charlemagne continued his forceful assault on the blonde's mouth. Angelica would eventually be seen at a 45 degree angle as he pushed against her body, holding her still by the back with that hand previously seen behind her neck. It was an abrupt moment that saw the lad pulling his lips away ─ just slightly. His tongue still hung from his mouth as a thick trail of saliva bridged them, even drooping instead of snapping when he spoke that question at last. "What about you, huh? Do you want me to do whatever the hell I want?" he inquired. His words were direct, but a certain foreboding accompanied them. Charlemagne's next actions were entirely determined by Angelica's retort, for better or worse.

[Apollymi]

Angelica soon enough found herself to be the center of attention once more. She thought she might gain some reprieve today, but it appeared that both Charlemagne and Sakura had similar eyes for the blonde goddess. Whatever the case, it seemed that Charlemagne lost the tension in his body, except for what was happening around his still exposed groin. Of course it was something like that, but Angelica was also fine with this and became most distracted. Her eyes came to a close as she found her mouth being thoroughly explored by the lad before her. It wasn't as rough as the end of their previous moments together, and instead she found herself easily wrapped up in it. Swapping saliva between their mouths.

She found her face heating up and her loins doing the same. So easy it was for them to find harmony that she doubted she could have done anything but enjoy. She didn't even register it being a problem that Sakura was just aimlessly watching as she processed her current string of thoughts. Still she'd be rather breathless as that string of spittle broke between them dropping down onto her breasts as she took a deep breath. Something about Charlemagne's current tone tickled her fancy deep inside. She had a new found appreciation for the desire of Sakura to let the lad do as he pleased, when he said it the way he was saying it now it sounded like a reasonable idea. "I um..." she gave it a bit of thought. "Full disclosure, when you say it like that... it sounds like it might be cool to let you try something," Angelica murmured. She was still blushing furiously but it was kind of open-ended. "Just uh... nothing too crazy. I don't have enough experience to honestly say I wouldn't slap you if something freaked me out," she offered the lad. Along with her general sex education lesson she'd seen a bit of what Sakura and Charlemagne had been up to while they were together and nothing she'd seen so far seemed to be outside of her understanding. "Uh, if it helps, I've seen most of what you've done with Sakura and I don't have any problems with that stuff," she finished up her sentences. She knew he was trying to figure stuff out, and she knew humans of his sort liked a limit or two, or at least a bridge. She didn't think about sex for fun until very recently but she could expect a certain amount of likeness between her and someone she was choosing to have sex with given the magical aspects of it. It seemed that before she was completely worked into any particular situation, Angelica still understood how to be mostly honest, she'd even warned him of her potential for violence so she felt she'd covered all potential bases.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne's eyes followed that line of saliva as it landed upon Angelica's bosom. Immediately afterwards, his gaze fixed on her eyes instead. What would her answer to his question be? It seemed fluster was the way to go for the blonde goddess ─ a bit of a stammer even starting her speech before some proper thought came forth. The way he asked made it sound like a good idea, she claimed. He could tell as much by the look on her face. "Yeah, I figured. Not important," he stated.

What was important to Angelica, it seemed, was that he not do anything 'too crazy'. Frankly, Charlemagne didn't have a clue what classified as such, but he supposed that answer would be discovered if he was slapped at some point mid-coitus. Already having that cherry-red face to gaze upon, he figured that wasn't much of a risk at all. In fact, anything was worth it for such a view, so Charlemagne went about placing a hand upon the goddess's breast and squeezing. She alleged that all he'd done with Sakura thus far was no problem at all for her. That was all so very ordinary; Angelica didn't even know half the things they'd done... unless she'd been told. "Most, huh? That's hard to believe," he claimed while the hand behind Angelica's back pulled her closer. She'd soon be pulled off the bed entirely, suspended in the air against Charlemagne's torso. His other hand left her chest to lift her leg against his side. That wasn't the end of his hand's journey, though. Once he secured Angelica's position, Charlemagne was prodding at both of her holes ─ slowly slipping his rod into her canal again whilst copying the process with his middle finger slipping into her anus. All the while, his gaze never shifted from the girl's face. "Did you see this?"

[Apollymi]

It seemed that at the very least Charlemagne was no longer questioning his attractiveness to the goddesses, which was a happy bit of knowledge for Angelica who'd seen the lad not understand her interest in him before. Moving on, it seemed that it didn't matter that she was considering giving him free reign over her body in the coming minutes. He seemed to realize that by her reactions. "Good to know," she said quickly cutting her gaze just a tad.

Of course, this wouldn't be all the happened, Charlemagne soon had his hand traveling down to her breast and squeezing. She moaned in response to that squeezing her nipple hardening in response. It seemed that he didn't believe she'd seen most of the actions he'd taken with Sakura, but what he couldn't know was how very honest and open Sakura had been upon finding out that Angelica didn't know a lot about sex. "Yeah..." she said thinking back on it, all of it was kind of steamy and always seemed quite intense, maybe that was simply how Sakura was... she supposed she'd be finding out whenever it became their turn to properly explore each other. But for now, she'd fully sink into Charlemagne. In this case she was being lifted into his torso. He was prodding both her holes now, one with his hand and the other with his tool. She couldn't help but feel excited her face reddening. She was asked a question had she seen this... not exactly, but there was something similar enough in their previous morning's activities. "Not this one exactly, but something like it..." she said remembering she'd seen his tool buried in Sakura's rear instead of his finger. Still, she moaned, happily. Both her holes seemed to be squeezing already as he prodded his way inside. Her face was still quite red, but now she was softly biting her lower lip and clinging to Charlemagne pressing their chests together as he buried himself within her.

[Bloodedge]

Angelica's averted gaze garnered even more of Charlemagne's attention. "Nowhere to go, princess," he said as if to imply her shift was an act of fleeing. Whether it was or not, well, it didn't matter. Charlemagne had a plan that would satisfy himself in more ways that even he realized. Squeezing his way through her vaginal walls and rectum simultaneously would only be the beginning, and hardly the focal point regardless of the lad's intentions.

As he lowered Angelica onto his shaft bit by bit, the blonde admitted to knowing quite a bit. Surely she hadn't seen what he was doing now, given her position at the time. If she'd seen something similar though, it meant she had likely seen everything. He'd have to keep that in mind, and perhaps try something without an out-of-body experience being the trigger. The way Angelica's rear put a strain on his finger during its entry, he might be able to sign himself up for the best thing ever. How strange; that wouldn't have normally been a thought for Charlemagne. No matter. "Something like it, eh..." he repeated. No further effort was spared in Charlemagne's effort to lower the lass. In a few additional moments, he reached her cervix and rested against it.

The work from that moment forward would be done by his middle finger, which pumped her puckered keister in such a way as to add phalanges in sequence. Once the count reached three, his full finger would be curling against her rectal walls as if searching during each pump ─ none of which managed to retract his finger at all. "And did you like it?" the lad asked, continuing the current topic of discussion. All the while, that additional satisfaction unknown to Charlemagne would begin as his desire manifested through that blue seal. One property of the thing called inmon was a triggerable state of supernatural arousal, similar to an animal's heat cycle. In this case, Order blended itself into the effect just slightly, influencing a state in the bearer that mimicked Charlemagne's earlier bouts with the current red-eyed state. Over time, Angelica would be subjected to that same sort of influence from within herself.

[Apollymi]

Nowhere to go? Yes, that seemed to be the story of Angelica's life since she was summoned to the Nexus this time. She'd been tied up, and now she was being held captive, even her gaze was apparently not to be altered according to Charlemagne. "I'm not running... I'm... thinking," she claimed in minor outburst. Well that was true, she was thinking, mostly about how very erotic all of the situations had been today, and presently the idea that being called princess in this particular case was nice. So nice, in fact that she felt her core tighten around its invader. It was a lot to deal with.

And it wouldn't be stopping any time soon. What was more, the confession that she'd seen all that Sakura and Charlemagne had done, apparently fiipped some sort of switch in the lad's mind. He abandoned any real idea of restraint. Her body was lowered the rest of the way onto his cock and she found herself shuddering at the sensation of him resting against her womb's entrance. It was quite different knowing what it could feel like and instead feeling the tingle of sensation which would hint at the future to come which wasn't there yet. She almost wanted to pout, but it was far from uncomfortable. She nodded her head in answer to his almost rhetorical half question, she'd seen the inverse of what they were doing now, and she had no problems with it... but that wasn't all.

What was more, his finger buried within her rear didn't stop working at all. It seemed to be diving deeper in depth by the second as he questioned whether she'd liked what she saw. As for if she liked it, well the quiver in her rear was likely enough of a tell, but she was also a very honest individual. Watching Charlemagne take charge in that situation and seeing him through Sakura's eyes in the moments in which they were engaged, she was quite sure she liked what was happening, even as herself. "Yeah, it looked pretty cool..." she moaned as her hips began to shake against him. She was already latched onto his person, her body seeming to want to seek more. There was something else happening though as well, she seemed to be reaching a higher temperature and the mark on her womb, seemed to be glowing with a relaxing but stirring heat. It made her loins a bit slicker and her movements a bit less controlled as if she intended to begin movements herself while she was held up like this.

[Bloodedge]

"Thinking?" Charlemagne's questioned. For a moment, he seemed legitimately curious even as he rested within the girl and pressing that finger into her rear. His head tilted, eyes peeled open, and a question soon to be asked already visible within them. "About what?" he asked. Angelica's physical reaction to the way he addressed her was obvious, if nothing else; it was quite easy to feel her tightening in response to such specific stimuli. One could almost say those moments had their own special intensity, feeling just a bit different than it did when caused by movement.

No complaints were lodged about Charlemagne's lack of hip movement, nor his avoidance of Angelica's womb. Perhaps she found some enjoyment in these decisions, or perhaps she simply hadn't voiced anything yet... or, perhaps the movements of his finger were enough. Time would tell, he supposed. Whatever the case, the sphincter around Charlemagne's finger belied an enjoyment of the sensation itself. As for what he and Sakura had gotten into in an earlier session, and Angelica's thoughts on the matter... Angelica claimed it looked cool. "Cool, huh..." he muttered blandly. Charlemagne could take that response as neither the best nor the worst reaction, though it clearly leaned toward the former to some extent. Most interesting however, was Angelica moving in a way that caused him to grind against her cervix while that finger continued its wormlike exploration of her rectum. Angelica was self-lubricating for reasons surely beyond Charlemagne's conscious efforts, but he was none too privy to that. Still, those mobile hips required his attention. "What are you doing?"

[Apollymi]

"Yep," she responded to the question of thinking. She'd not missed the purity of Charlemagne's curiosity but she didn't know whether she felt up to answering it. It might have gone a bit against her nature to do so, but she was also still reacting to his every movement. "How my interpretation of things changes based on who says them," she managed sheepishly. The truth of the matter was, she was certain that Charlemagne could call her princess and Sakura could as well and it would receive a similar reaction from her. This was all in spite of the fact that she didn't normally enjoy the moniker. Life was a confusing thing, but perhaps that was fine as well.

At the same time, while no complaints had been voiced, the nature of their current position and the near tingling sensation of her inmon wasn't something she was fully prepared to deal with. At the moment her gentle movements began and she, much like Sakura was incidentally moving to make something happen, even without thinking about it her desires seemed to be coming to the forefront. "Yes cool..." she said seeming to have understood how such a statement could be taken in the moment. She would have to further explain later that she'd only been shown things, and Sakura had avoided allowing her to have the sensations which went along with it. No, instead she found herself searching for her own enjoyment by a combination of factors, one of which Charlemagne himself question. He wanted to know what she was doing... and she was already beginning to move at the hips by her own volition. Just because he hadn't moved didn't mean she couldn't there was no implication of that. "Moving... it feels right to do..." she said honestly. She couldn't have explained the building desire given the fact that she was currently being occupied physically without any movement but didn't seem like something that should need an explanation. "Why? Does it look like something else?" she asked in a straightforward manner. She was being rather direct in her own approach even while not understanding the pull her body was presenting herself with, she moved her hips not pushing him any deeper but experiencing sex the way she had the first time. It was still very enjoyable, and had the addition of Charlemagne's finger in her rear.

[Bloodedge]

There was some small amount of deflection on Angelica's side, but it seemed she was indeed thinking of something. She made the very recent discovery that some things, when presented by certain individuals, could be received differently. Given the context of that claim, he could easily figure out that it had everything to do with the 'princess' remark from moments before. Thinking about the intended future, however, he couldn't let that one sit for very long. "Don't get used to that one," he advised. Technically speaking, Angelica couldn't classify as a princess whilst being the wife of an emperor. That was something to work out later, however, as the entire position of emperor was in question as Charlemagne was concerned.

No matter. Most imperative at present was not Angelica's proper title, but instead her choice of movement. Rather, a response to his question was simply... moving. She continued to do so, never breaking stride or causing any additional developments. Even as her demeanor shifted slightly, a status quo seemed to be in place. "It doesn't look like anything else, obviously... but something feels different," he stated. Maybe some alteration to the physical nature of their encounter was having an effect on him? That could have been it, at least in Charlemagne's opinion. Regardless, nothing was going to make him stop, and it seemed Angelica would be having none of that anyway.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was told not to get used to her strange understanding of liking to be referred to as princess. She scoffed outwardly, "I don't need that kind of advice, Chuck. You of all people aren't about how to change how you talk to me when you're feeling...cheeky," she decided that last word was the right one. She knew Charlemagne well enough to know that the lad would probably keep referring to her as princess even if her title officially changed. It wasn't as if her demeanor would change just because she gained something, no... she'd remain the same as she ever was with no real doubts surrounding her person.

More important than this though, was the new and constant movement of her hips. She seemed to be quite enjoying it, even as Charlemagne continued to observe. He claimed it didn't look like anything different than what it was... that was good. Still, he claimed it felt different. She could only scoff once more. "Of course it feels different, you're not moving... leaving stuff to other people changes a lot, Chuck," she claimed from her own point of view. True enough, she was at least enjoying the sensation of determining how he rubbed along her insides. Her own movements seemed to be gaining a bit of fervor as they went on, but she'd still not bothered broaching the threshold at the end of herself, even while knowing it was a good possibility. No, it seemed like something she'd quite enjoy if she worked up to it. Sakura's idea was a good one, even if Charlemagne saw her actions oddly, and though he'd even moved to emulate them in some ways, he seemed not to understand truly. Her own desires weren't being determined by her mind, but by her loins and as such she was following without much forward thought. Just more movements becoming steadily less gently nudging the lad around inside her depths while occasionally causing him to rub against the entrance to her womb. That sensation was so good, it was even amplified by that finger in her rear, which while she wasn't purposefully abusing did seem to be a reliable enough presence to get a few more reactive hip movements out of her. All the while, there was heat and pressure, building and building... until such a point, where her aim would be, to orgasm, specifically when that happened, her aim would be to slam down causing the entrance into her womb and the full depth of that finger, irrespective of everything else.