Charlemagne claimed to be a different person since his transition into the lower world. Because of this he claimed one couldn't say the things that she'd just. Another scoff left Angelica at that notion. If anything his more recent reactions to things said he was very much himself but perhaps he didn't understand. "You're as much yourself as you want to be, Chuck," she claimed. In truth her observations of him the last few times she'd seen him, said he was as much himself as he always was, maybe with a bit of extra added in, but that was for him to mediate or figure out.
What didn't need to be figured out however was how she was going to work in sexual situations. No matter the thing she couldn't pinpoint, Angelica was going to continue to move forward, blazing ahead, with some sort of desirous abandon. And in this case, the insertion she forced into her uterus seemed to contribute to a rather sudden convulsion of her loins around this lad's still unmoving shaft. Just the same that finger of his was also forced quite a bit deeper into her rear. She squealed and swooned this sort of randomly abrasive entrance was indeed worth it. She'd call it... dynamic if she had to describe it as anything. That splash, of semen within her was also something she noticed. "I don't know what you're looking for, but that's pretty great yeah?" she asked, as she caught her breath. She began moving properly. It was like the first orgasm was enough to kick start her brain. She began moving with a bit more urgency as she grinned happily. She sat up, and pecked the lad's lips as she began coitus with more purpose than Charlemagne currently had. Perhaps he'd begin moving properly or maybe he wouldn't it didn't really matter, she could do it herself, and wanted to, now that the fire in her womb had been fed, it seemed to be growing rapidly.