At some point in the future, the trio would enjoy the majestic delicacy known as ice cream. For now however, other consumables were on the menu. That was roughly what Charlemagne had been reduced to as Sakura encroached upon him. He'd realized moments before where her gaze was focused, but he wasn't expecting to have the lass reaching for his cock as if it were some sort of offering. Upon grasping that which held her attention, Sakura took even further steps. She said he'd help with her ascension, and that obviously wasn't up for debate ─ not that he would have argued anyway.
Alas, Charlemagne couldn't even say much at all, much less an argument. During her reach, Sakura took the time to find herself a seat... on his face, of all places. Charlemagne was immediately silenced, blinded, and nearly even smothered by round flesh and a pit of sweet wine pressed against mouth and nose. If he had anything against this sort of encroachment, his body didn't agree. In fact, the only resistance shown would only be felt against Sakura's hand as his tool throbbed within it. His breath hitched only to pass through his mouth and into the demonic goddess's crotch. Such only began the process of Charlemagne's mouth being drip-fed her juices, which he knew was something liable to have a few... mental effects during consumption. Oh well. At least Angelica wasn't judging him for not being terrified as she was. Charlemagne would be able to take solace in that whenever he died the way many men dreamed of dying.
Alas, Charlemagne couldn't even say much at all, much less an argument. During her reach, Sakura took the time to find herself a seat... on his face, of all places. Charlemagne was immediately silenced, blinded, and nearly even smothered by round flesh and a pit of sweet wine pressed against mouth and nose. If he had anything against this sort of encroachment, his body didn't agree. In fact, the only resistance shown would only be felt against Sakura's hand as his tool throbbed within it. His breath hitched only to pass through his mouth and into the demonic goddess's crotch. Such only began the process of Charlemagne's mouth being drip-fed her juices, which he knew was something liable to have a few... mental effects during consumption. Oh well. At least Angelica wasn't judging him for not being terrified as she was. Charlemagne would be able to take solace in that whenever he died the way many men dreamed of dying.
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