Excessive and wayward thoughts and inquiries. Anais presented this information about herself as if others considered it negative. The uneducated had such bothersome opinions at times, Ailen thought. "Those are desirous traits, not reprehensible ones. Excessive thinking and questioning can only become negatives if they keep you from taking action... or if you never gain the knowledge you need. Remember this: Knowledge is neither a gift, nor a privilege. It is a tool most important, and one must never neglect any they have acquired. All information has its purpose. . ." With that said, Ailen briefly set his gaze upon the incomplete potion again. He still wondered if it would be potent enough in the end, but after a small test of her own, Anais determined her own wellness. She continued saying she was fine, so he could hardly do more than believe her word. So then, what of her requirements before moving on? She had none, apparently. Ah... but there was one thing. Anais was curious about the thing called orgasm; she wished to understand the experience for herself. Curious as always, Ailen wondered about a few small details. "Hmm. Seeking knowledge for the sake of curiosity alone is sometimes the most satisfying. This should be an excellent study for you. Alright. What will be your preferred method?"
Charlemagne wasn't moving. Well... his body wasn't moving. Inside, there was a different story entirely. That spiraling sensation become one which reached out to Sakura, seeming hellbent on pulling parts of her very soul into its pattern. Strangely, there was another occurrence Charlemagne was unaware of. That little thread stretching from him into the sky, severed, its remnants becoming wrapped in the spiral as well. From that moment forward, the spiral would compress itself more and more, until... it burst. A wave overcame the Zen Pavilion and carried on for meters, kilometers even. Souls all over would be stricken by a sense of calming as Charlemagne radiated an ambient golden glow. Ah, but that glow would quickly recede, becoming something a fair bit darker in color. That would cause a second, less-explosive wave which reeked of... desire.
Of course Miwa would bring up subjectivity. Oh well; he didn't care about that either. She was still holding out, to her credit. With her taking on some movements of her own, the fun could truly begin for both sides. Mugen's senses were open to every little shift in mana, which also happened to inform him of the pink-haired lad's peeled eyelids. They were being watched intently by one who absorbed much information from the exchange, and then... that calming wave spread. Mugen was in strong opposition to such a thing on a spiritual level, but what of the second, duller pulse? Well, he was obviously a desirous individual. The second wave left him grinning and slamming his hips into Miwa's backside as if he meant to tip her over each time. Just the same, the observant Astolfo was standing off to the side, lifting his skirt and taking hold of his own unnaturally-girthy rod. The younger male was getting riled-up quickly; he had to do something about it.
Charlemagne wasn't moving. Well... his body wasn't moving. Inside, there was a different story entirely. That spiraling sensation become one which reached out to Sakura, seeming hellbent on pulling parts of her very soul into its pattern. Strangely, there was another occurrence Charlemagne was unaware of. That little thread stretching from him into the sky, severed, its remnants becoming wrapped in the spiral as well. From that moment forward, the spiral would compress itself more and more, until... it burst. A wave overcame the Zen Pavilion and carried on for meters, kilometers even. Souls all over would be stricken by a sense of calming as Charlemagne radiated an ambient golden glow. Ah, but that glow would quickly recede, becoming something a fair bit darker in color. That would cause a second, less-explosive wave which reeked of... desire.
Of course Miwa would bring up subjectivity. Oh well; he didn't care about that either. She was still holding out, to her credit. With her taking on some movements of her own, the fun could truly begin for both sides. Mugen's senses were open to every little shift in mana, which also happened to inform him of the pink-haired lad's peeled eyelids. They were being watched intently by one who absorbed much information from the exchange, and then... that calming wave spread. Mugen was in strong opposition to such a thing on a spiritual level, but what of the second, duller pulse? Well, he was obviously a desirous individual. The second wave left him grinning and slamming his hips into Miwa's backside as if he meant to tip her over each time. Just the same, the observant Astolfo was standing off to the side, lifting his skirt and taking hold of his own unnaturally-girthy rod. The younger male was getting riled-up quickly; he had to do something about it.
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