Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Apollymi]

There were some interesting words shared between this pair. All the same they seemed to be easily enjoying each other's company and any mental troubles going on with Charles weren't ones which could be shared by Angelica. She knew that creation took intent, and as neither of them had any intention, the mana he'd given was simply being sorted and used by her body until she had a bigger idea or plan for it. She wasn't intending to make a child or anything of the sort, in fact it'd be less odd to think that the headquarters on the floor belonging to Charlemange's friends would randomly become something much better without direct interference based on that energy she'd collected.

Strangely, Charles didn't even make it through his next sentence before he was pulled into sleep. Angelica look up at his sleeping face and smiled. "You really don't have to go at it so hard, Chuck. Sleep well~" she added softly before kissing the center of his chest. Though she'd never shared a bed in such a manner, wrapped around this lad she felt rather at ease and found herself falling asleep with little or no prompting either. And when she woke early the next morning they were still wrapped up together and Charles was still buried within her body. She found herself gently rolling over until Charles was beneath her and she was atop him, their connection unbroken and the feeling of his manhood no less stiff than it had been when they fell asleep. Just the same she performed a stretch of her spine before leaning down to look in the lad's face. She liked watching him and would be content to do so until he woke. Admittedly the curtain of her hair was around the pair of them as the light entered her western window feeding her new fish.

[Bloodedge]

While Charlemagne slept, there was strangeness. He was certainly conscious of his own heartbeat through the night. It wasn't truly the beat of his heart, but something else he knew nothing about. It pulsed in his chest, through his groin, and all throughout his soul. By the time Angelica woke, that thumping had subsided. By the morning, there had been no separation between Angelica and himself. Sadly, Charlemagne would remain unaware of that as well, as he'd not yet woken. Even the shifting of his body didn't cause the soon-to-be emperor to stir.

Well, that would really depend on one's definition of stirring. He did not wake in the physical sense. Even so, his soul's activity was on the rise like never before. On a metaphysical level, Charlemagne was already battering away at Angelica's interior, fulfilling a greater purpose than humans could ever fathom. Physically, he could not yet even register the small rays of sunlight hitting his face between locks of Angelica's hair. Ah, but perhaps the movement of a soul would be enough? Perhaps Angelica's perception was just high enough to understand the greater purpose. Perhaps their souls were connected well enough for hers to join his in the greater scheme. Time would tell all tales when it saw fit. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles seemed to have some kind of strange sleep. Angelica had slept perfectly fine, and thus had woken quite a bit earlier than Charles did. Of course, in it being like this, she found herself awake, atop him and waiting for his waking. She'd been watching his face her senses as open as they always were she felt a certain stirring deep within her person. Oh? So Charles hadn't woken fully physically yet, but his mana and body understood at least what they wished to be doing. Hm... Angelica by virtue of their current connect felt a similar stirring in her own loins based around their meeting. What was she to do about this?

Well there was one thing certain in this life, Angelica didn't possess a single normal human hang-up. In knowing and feeling the pulse of Charles's mana, she knew for certain that it wished for release. His own feeling led to the pull of creation, even while he was unconscious. Given this, it would only be polite of her to relieve him of his burden, right? Yes. That made perfect sense. And the gentle slickening of her own loins allowed her to raise and lower her hips, stirring herself using Charles manhood as a tool for this point while aiming to coax his release. "I'll be taking this... though if you don't wake up you probably won't remember," she teased the lad as her hips kept up their movement. Charles had been in control of this, and she didn't have much feed back from him in the active sense. Even so, she definitely realized that she could control her own explosive properities rather easily from a position like this. She was physically active enough to gain the speed and depth she required to enjoy herself. She could even rock her hips just enough to send a chill down her spine with every movement she put forth. Yes... this was one way to get what you were looking for.

[Bloodedge]

Whether Charlemagne would remember the morning or not was irrelevant. As it stood, his mana was behaving as his Spiritual Core intended, regardless of his desires or even consciousness. Every pulse of his mana was equivalent to, if not somehow beyond, any thrust of his hips previously done for the same purpose. Angelica moved herself in his lap, surely having invented the thing called cowgirl position based on her own lack of sex-related knowledge. Even unconscious, Charlemagne could feel everything happening to his manhood. Every increase of moisture registered, as did every pressure shift and every difference in texture within Angelica's person.

Naturally, so many things reaching one's senses would wake a person, right? Well... sort of. Charlemagne was soon showing signs of consciousness, albeit early ones. His tool had begun throbbing physically in addition to the pulse of mana already experienced. Just the same, his body was beginning to shift just slightly. Charlemagne mumbled while seeming to stretch, all during a slow upward thrust of his hips ─ which itself seemed to be a subconscious movement.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was on top of Charles. It only made logical sense to her, that if he wasn't moving himself in and out of her, that she could do it herself. Taking advantage of a sleeping person, nor anything nefarious about her behavior never came to mind. Instead there was a succinct feeling as pressure began to build in her loins. The throbbing of Charles's tool was soon felt by her as well. And it gave her a bit more rhythm to work with while she figured out how to go about her rather devious ride.

Of course, this leisurely paced ride, would soon be something very different as the push for consciousness in Charles gave him more prominent physical reactions. Soon, one of her movements was met by something up an upward thrust by the lad. It was slow, but not deliberate but still she aimed to meet it, sinking down towards it as it pushed itself upward and into her. It was without a doubt one of the most delightful things she'd ever felt, and she found herself letting out an audible moan soon after. Her hips would for a second come to a stand still as the feeling of a slow reached climax seemed to take her into a slow breathing period of minor recovery. It was quite different being in complete control of movements which sent her over the edge.

[Bloodedge]

If Charlemagne happened to be dreaming at the time, it was soon to become a very strange one. Upon being greeted by the very first glimpses of consciousness, his ears caught wind of Angelica's moaning. That sound invaded his dream and interrupted whatever process he was going through during it, causing a waking already hastened by all he felt. He mumbled again, eyes moving whilst lidded. As his eyes began opening, prior to the blur disappearing from his vision, it seemed he had something to say. "To... sa..."

Whatever words he meant to string together were lost as Charlemagne realized where he was, and what was happening. The disappearing fog heralded the visage of Angelica, her full nudity, and that massive veil of hair that almost functioned as a tent for him presently. "Eh? Angie?" he questioned. Just then, Charlemagne's eyes shifted down. Doing so allowed him to take in the full breadth of the Holy Princess's nudity, and moreover... the fact that they probably hadn't been separated while sleeping. Even if they had been, Angelica had obviously woken with a few plans in mind. "What are y─ahah!" he babbled. Well, one could surmised that they were at it again this morning. Charlemagne obviously had no real say in the matter, but... he also wasn't offering any complaints. Whatever that dream of his was, any importance had been lost instantaneously.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that Charles had been trying to say something. Whatever it was initially it wasn't completed. Instead the lad seemed to be struggling with what was happening as he woke. His first complete thought was questioning Angelica about the activity she was currently engaged in. She'd recently come to a halt as she'd experienced a grand flourish which left her core choking that which was buried in her depths.

She looked down her body at the lad with a smile on her face seemingly excited that he was now amongst the woken of the day. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his forehead. "Good, you're finally awake. Well, that's probably wrong to say, you've been awake inside for quite a while," she mused seeming to be referring to the strange pulsing initially caused by his mana. Not that it mattered, she was content to restart the shifting of her hips. She'd go on to comment on his rather sudden lack of words. "Did you have something to ask, Chuck?" An innocent question while she moved her hips in his lap in a manner which was objectively not innocent at all. Just the same, she could easily continue as she was until such a time as he was certain what kind of activity he wanted to commit.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne never expected such a mind-blowing event to occur during his moments of waking. He had enough surprises on the previous day, but apparently, he was due to start the new morning in an even more shocking manner. That sudden clamp around his tool was all it took to blank Charlemagne's mind, making the shock of the morning a thing of the past. No longer would he be concerned about what was happening. Rather, he'd henceforth concern himself with what would come next. That would most likely be him... in a manner of speaking. . .

Ah, but Angelica had things to say. He'd been awake within for some time, apparently. That much was a given if one considered how Angelica managed to wake him. She also wondered if he had something to ask. Did he? There may have been something, but everything was blending together... in the background, where it belonged. "Uh... maybe?" Charlemagne said before taking note of Angelica's movements ─ specifically the nature of how her hips shifted. In that very moment, any question he previously had was replaced by something far more important. Of course, that came along with a few incoherent mutterings beforehand. "Where did you figure out how to do that?" he asked. At the time, he seemed to have fixated on Angelica's lower half. His eyes were focused, and that normally repetitive throbbing gained both frequency and intensity. Just the same, his hips were subconsciously shifting upward with every fall of Angelica's.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that Angelica would have a few moments to continue her ride before Charles actually managed to get around to asking whatever question had popped into his mind upon waking. Of course, she could only be curious about his thoughts as he'd yet to say anything negative about her current activity. She hadn't even entertained the idea of this being an inappropriate way for the lad to wake. And just the same she'd had time to figure out how to enjoy the position she was currently in.

Ironically enough, it would be the exact nature of her current activity which Charles managed to question. The movements of her hips didn't pause at all. She seemed to think about it a bit, as it was a sort of process though not one which had required a lot of thought at all. She supposed she'd never done it before and had no reason to assume that it would be an unknown thing. Humans did have to make babies, so perhaps this was something which was common knowledge in some way. "Well, I rolled us over when I stretched... and it seemed like it was time. And you did all the moving before so I figured I should do the most of it while I'm on top," she mused. "And then I started moving so I did what felt good... so basically I figured it out in the moment," she said coming to the conclusion about this thing. "Is it good for you too this way?" she asked knowing that her movements were mostly selfish even as her body was colliding with his as she lowered herself into his rising groin and lifted it off as he retreated. Such was a good way and she was rather close to another little explosion.

[Bloodedge]

Speaking of being close to explosions, Charlemagne was en route to yet another himself. He'd only been awake for a matter of moments. He didn't know how long Angelica had been straddling him. All he knew was that a very familiar feeling was building. Angelica explained how she'd evolved things to this position, giving him no insight about the time spent, but all necessary information regarding the development itself. Upon hearing her words, Charlemagne considered it a very primal way of developing a new sex position. Surely this was exactly how the humans of old did so, right?

No matter. Angelica's decision showed her sense of fairness, which anyone with sense could only appreciate. The fact that she reached a position widely considered a staple among sexual encounters was incredible in a way, and strangely wholesome by the method she'd chosen. Ah, and there was the question of whether it was good for Charlemagne or not. Clearly all was well for Angelica, considering she hadn't stopped moving all this time. For Charlemagne, well... he did start moving in the middle of it all. "Ah ─ well... yeah. Everything so far has been good for me. I mean, I expected something great any time I thought about it... but I didn't expect any of it to feel so awesome," he explained, managing coherence in his honesty.

Of course, the honesty of Charlemagne's mouth was hardly necessary at this point. There was an amount of moisture to be found between Angelica's folds which didn't wholly originate from her. He'd been leaking for a few moments, and excessively at that. Yet another occurrence went beyond the male's understanding. At least he understood one thing. . . "That might not mean the same thing for you, though. I don't know how long you've been going, but I'm not going to last much longer─"