Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Apollymi]

For once in her life, Angelica was along for one of Charles's adventures. She'd never been able to accompany him while he did something new, but here and now theyw ere both engaging in completely new territory. Those fingers within her body were clutched by the natural inclinations of her body as he reached a certain spot. She wasn't sure why humans engaged in such manual stimulation but she was sure they were onto something. She was quite fond of this partuclar interaction and woud do nothing to halt progress. In fact she'd already given the lad the verbal go-ahead to continue only to have him take her at her word. The muscles of her legs relaxed and they opened a bit wider to allow him access.

Just the same a surprised widening of her eyes would occur as the lad curled his fingers within her. Oh, that came with a verbal warning of sorts, but the sensation alone still managed to wipe her brain momentarily and clear her thoughts almost completely. She understood now how some could reach the meditative state she'd been in before without the actual mana transfer. She had to hand it to the innovation of mankind to have come up with something like this. "Ah~ That... again, a lot." she mumbled against the side of Charles neck. She probably shouldn't just allow him to prod her so very much without doing something herself. "Should I be doing something else? I don't want to be selfish..." she asked of the lad she was with. She didn't want to interrupt his exploration, but how should she actually handle this situation? Well, she was the type to ask so ask she did.

[Bloodedge]

With further instruction, there would come further activity. Though he wasn't sure whether he was accomplishing anything or not, there were a few inferences to be made based on Angelica's physical reactions. Every clench around his fingers left him believing something was worth doing. Lo and behold, there was a particular reaction to the curling of his fingers within. That one came with words ─ words which urged him to repeat the action... a lot. How very specific. "Eh? A lot?! Well... alright," he conceded. If that was what she desired, he'd be rude to do anything else. As such, the curling of Charlemagne's fingers became a repeated motion posthaste. Something against his fingertips was very textured, though. Ignorant as Charlemagne was, those movements were made careful to avoid anything like... well, he didn't know for sure, but he was somehow concerned his fingernails would pose an issue against that textured interior. . .

In addition to the other goings-on, Angelica wondered if there was something she should be doing. Charlemagne's eyes widened slightly, yet immediately. Could he answer that? No, that would just be selfish on his part! "N-no, I don't think there is!" he said quickly. No way was he going to mention any of the things he could have! "It's fine. I think this is probably all people do for this part!"

[Apollymi]

Angelica thought to be specific when expressing her likes and dislikes. Doing so in this manner was mostly due to her own inability to feel shame. She'd been told that her own desires as related to the feelings of her body weren't anything to fear. As such she sate them as they arose, using Charles as the catalyst since this was their undertaking together. Happily enough, the lad was satisfied to do as she asked, seemingly eager to please. She liked that about him, and the continued prodding at her undercarriage made it that much more exciting. Angelica's body continued to relax around his fingers and she continued to kiss his face and neck and observe his actions.

This of course, led to her noticing his reaction to her question of what she should be doing. Ah, another shocked but somewhat off response. She'd noticed something about Charles long ago, and in the context of their current situation it made a bit more sense. She knew a simple push or two would be enough to get what she actually wanted out of the situation, and strangely couldn't feel bad about being a bit more aggressive when it came to tilting his hand. "You don't seem to sure about that Chuck~" she was still moaning but moved her face to look at him more directly. "If this is something we do together, we should both be involved. I can't say I really understand it, but it feels good. It'd make me pretty selfish to only be doing something I want and that only feels good to me, while you are doing something I want without you getting something you like or want out of it," she mused while looking at him rather directly. Her face was quite red, but her eyes had a very assertive light. "So, share with me. What to do, what you'll like... all of that," she stated while bringing her hand up to the side of his face. She didn't understand this extra human stimulation. But she would have likened it to bonding and harmonizing mana. There was no real way for the exchange to be fair if only one side was being fine tuned, as such she wanted to offer to Charles what he did to her. In whatever way that was done for guys.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne had no idea what he was doing. Apparently though, he was doing something well enough to produce results. He surely didn't need anything done by Angelica, however. Ah, but it already seemed she wouldn't be allowing that. As fingers tentatively moved within her core, Angelica pointed out the lack of surety in Charlemagne's response. Of course he wasn't sure. The moment she spoke of doing anything, a slew of ideas entered his mind. None of it counted as something he could easily say, though.

Angelica wasn't done with the callout, sadly enough. She seemed keen on establishing a form of balance. The way she insisted sounded like some sort of pornographic material from Charlemagne's old world. On the other hand, the fairness of her suggestion was not to be questioned. Could he do anything about it though? That was yet to be discovered. "That's not sensible at all!" he blurted out. Of course, it was incredibly sensible... albeit embarrassing. Making himself request anything was all but impossible. As such, what came from his mouth was not a request at all. "I mean... if you want to do something that badly, do whatever you want, I guess. It's not like I know what I'd like or anything," he mumbled. That was about all one could get out of Charlemagne in a moment like this. In fact, Charlemagne himself was surprised he'd even managed that much. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles was an interesting person. They were locked now, in the early stages of passion, both of them seemingly inexperienced aside from a very basic understanding. Of course, Angelica understood only the mechanics of this entire thing, and Charles seemed embarrassed by the progression when he was given time to make considerations. One such moment would be him blurting out his initial response. She was certain her words were logical, and her feelings were as well. So while she stared at him, she realized that he was having one of his knee-jerk reactions. She smiled at him when he did this because she knew that there was more coming.

And... she was rewarded. Soon after Charles claimed that if she wanted to do something, she should... he didn't know yet what he liked either. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips seemingly pleased by the revelation he'd given. "That's a start, but I suppose it's good for breaking a millenia of bad habits," she commented. That being said Angelica now had something to work with as far as doing things. She could do what she wanted so she supposed she'd start by exploring with her hands. The first of which would gently trail across Charles's shoulders and pecks. Then would follow to a gentle brush down his abdomen. She traces his muscles appreciating every detail and then would reach his phallus. If his own actions were anything to go by she'd handle it with care her finger tips tentatively brushed the head then down the shafted before her fist closed softly around it.

[Bloodedge]

The fact that he'd managed to say anything at all was surprising even to Charlemagne. Neither of his experienced upbringings were conducive to anything he could have suggested or requested ─ especially the more recent one. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck for the young man that Angelica was so very forward. 'Whatever she wanted' equated to immediate exploration of his person. Their lips met again, and she spoke of forward progress against a thousand years of habits. Well... apparently progress was good, according to Angelica's own demands of earlier.

Angelica's hands began traversing the expanses of his torso, starting at the shoulders. Whether it was the daintiness of her fingertips or something to do with mana, he didn't know, but there was a certain tingle just under the skin everywhere she touched. If Charlemagne didn't know any better, he'd assume she had some form of mana magnet under each of her fingertips. He was squirming ever so slightly under every touch, all the way down his abdomen while Angelica seemed to almost be studying his build. "Are you..." He meant to question the presence of any magical influence, but it was all too late. The moment her fingers brushed over the tip of his manhood, Charlemagne froze. Well... that wasn't quite accurate. Most of his body froze, but his tool became quite rowdy. There was a peculiar twitch of the fingers buried in Angelica as well. Only after the warm embrace of her hand did he and those fingers relax again, though his mana seemed hellbent on traveling en masse toward his groin. Strange as that was, it felt oddly... pleasant.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was definitely studying the build of Charles. This was a thing of appreciation. He was a well put together young man and works of art were to be gazed upon. This was a simple matter for someone like Angelica. She was however present enough to notice the squirming of Charles under the scrutiny of her finger tips. She figured this was simply a reaction to her touch, but she wasn't doing anything in particular to make it happen. So when he opened his mouth to speak and didn't finish the sentence she questiond him. Even as his manhood was moved up and down the palm of her hand. Yet another thing she was appreciating.

"Did I, what? Something on your mind, Chuck?" she asked of the lad. Just the same the strange movements of his fingers seemed to be pushing her closer and closer towards a feeling similar to the one she'd achieved in the tent. She wondered if she should warn him, if it wasn't his intention to cause such an outbreak he should stop a bit... but then again, she also didn't get the point of foreplay. She knew that it felt good and had every intention of experiencing it. Ah, she could mostly ignore it for a moment or two longer, even as her nether clutched at his fingers, and added slickness seemed to hint at the coming flourish.

[Bloodedge]

A question unasked resulted in one sent his way. That much was to be expected. Charlemagne wasn't sure whether any magic was involved in this exchange or not, nor did he think it really mattered in the end. As for Angelica's question, one could easily say there was a lot on his mind. The problem was, he couldn't process any of it. Her hand was steadily moving up and down his shaft, and something else was moving with it. Was it natural? Was it instead mana? It could have been either, or even both. In reality though, it was primarily the latter.

"I uh... yes? No? A lot's happening, and I─ah!" Suddenly, he fell silent again. At least, he could be called silent so long as failed words counted. Otherwise, he was blurting out incoherencies as randomly as spasms overtook his body. There was an almost natural inclination to thrust his hips, though that didn't make much sense in his mind. Whatever that feeling was, he very much enjoyed it. "No problems here!" he blurted out. With all his writhing, there was a great danger. Charlemagne's physical showings were a bit more extreme than Angelica's, but her signs were also noticeable to the male. Did it mean what he thought, though? Perhaps. "So uh... is it just me, or? I've got a thing going on here... I think─?"

[Apollymi]

Angelica received no immediate answer to her question, but it didn't stop her from continuing what she was doing. Why would it? She was content, those little jumps in Charles mana were cute, and she could feel them beyond most things. Well, perhaps cute wasn't the right word, but she found it amusing how he was reacting to it. Once more she was made to gently reconsider how she was about teasing, she could at least see the merit in teasing him in such a way as an activity.

Whatever the case, he finally had something to say and it was that a lot was happening. Though that simple sentiment was punctuated by several breaks in speech. She smiled at him in a manner that was far from one which should have belonged to a Holy Princess, instead it likely looked like the more self-assured smile of a demoness. All the while she gently handled his manhood within her hands, only to have him blurt out that there were no problems. 'He really does make it really easy to tease him,' she thought. Ah, but he did have something more pressing to say, he was asking now about a feeling wondering if he was the only one who had it. "Hm, no... it isn't just you... it feels like it did earlier. I'm pretty close~" she mused. Hm, she had no idea the kind of power a sentence like that contained, just the same those gentle jumps of her insides became more and more consistent, even the movements of her hands did the same. Oh....

[Bloodedge]

Charles had an understanding of what was happening to himself, and apparently Angelica as well. While he couldn't grasp why it was occurring so soon, the way he felt left no room to argue. Ah, but there was something else ─ a mighty urge to act. That almost eerie, somehow seductive smile on Angelica's face wasn't helping either. "Alright. Not just me. Awesome. But I..."

As with many things this day, Charlemagne was unsure about the urge he felt. His mana itself was making demands, and it was taking no arguments. Charlemagne was probably better off mentioning this desire, but before he knew it, his fingers were removed from Angelica. He realized what was happening only after noticing that... his body had moved already. Suddenly, the male was hovering over Angelica, a supporting arm on either side of her body. There really was no fighting against that urge. He wasn't entranced, but he was... possessed in a way. "I feel like... like I should..." Nothing was making much sense. One would find Charlemagne reaching out to move one of Angelica's legs aside by the thigh, all while his body lowered. All these movements came even more easily than breathing. Whatever the cause of it, that burning desire would see him expelling his mana only after penetration. Why? He couldn't be sure, though the questions were very easily overpowered by action.