Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Mugen was ready for any sort of undertaking. He was especially ready for any undertaking that involved his erection. He confirmed a few individuals who would certainly become targets of this desire ─ one in particular who had every reason to be subjected. Ah, and that one had a sense for these things. He knew she'd become aware of the impending danger. Sadly, the elf her ass was slapping against hadn't a single clue. All he knew, was that Anais had randomly become a bit more aggressive in her movements. He was the one in danger. "Hngh! I'm starting to reevaluate my opinions on alcohol," he grunted. He could hardly do anything but meet her efforts with his own, though.

There was one other who sought a more aggressive approach. Between Martha and the alleged sex devil, there was no shortage of passionate behavior. Still, the woman sought something more. Surely she understood by now what that would mean in the physical sense, but her soul was finally showing up for the party after all. He offered the woman a question which received no immediate answer ─ possibly due to her sudden moan. When she did answer, it was rather cheeky indeed. He could figure that out himself; perhaps he even knew already what the answer would be. Even so, Martha's verbal response was imperative. "Ara~♥ You're not giving me much choice, are you?" he questioned rhetorically. Regardless of any squirting or lack thereof, Martha claimed she did experience a need for this penetration. She claimed she wasn't stopping until a much greater depth had been reached, urging him to continue pushing. With that desire, the world's order made no difference at all. Mugen would once again be breaking reality. One tightened grip on the woman, one additional jerk, and one more potent thrust had him breaking fully through a metaphysical barrier and... two physical ones. He'd be found at a familiar place in Martha's womb when the shadow of a passerby cast through the door's window. What fun timing, he thought. "Is this what you wanted~? Or... perhaps not? A bit of clarity never hurt~♥" he added.

[Apollymi]

That little feeling was one which could have been spawned from anywhere, but still... it mostly resulted in Anais changing her tactics in such a way as to make her own feelings and those of her mentor a bit better. As Ailen claimed he was rethinking his thoughts about drinking, Anais could only agreed. "That's good Shishou, 'cause I've reevaluated my thoughts on drinking~" she mused as she continued to aggressively meet his now more aggressive thrusts. How interesting that just a little tiny reactionary sensation could bring them both such interesting amounts of happiness.

Meanwhile a rather aggressive dance was taking place atop a desk in one's mind. Or... maybe not. Whatever the case, Martha was quite sure she desired this particular interaction. What was more, as her soul became more active it only became a more worthwhile endeavor. Still the sex devil was content to tease about the lack of choice he was being allowed. Martha wasn't the type to give many allowances, now wouldn't be one of those times either. Still his grip increased, his movements toward her increased and even him pulling her towards him increased. Such a thing happened just as Martha's eyes shifted towards the moving shadow near the door, but all she managed to do was gasp as she felt all forms of barrier had been broken, even some she didn't readily recognize. Was it the danger? Was it the friction? Was it this exceedingly hot guy? it may have been all three but Martha upon having this sex devil's cock reach her very end and pass even by the entrance of her womb to nestle itself there, reached a peak she'd not seen coming. It was blinding and so worthwhile even just that moan could have counted as the song of freedom. Even with the additional slickness of her wounds it was rather still a rather tight squeeze, what was more it was taking her a few moments to recover as she felt both better than ever but quite odd at the same time. In truth when she finally opened her eyes they were back on that door making sure she hadn't outed herself though she was sure he had given the moaning and the roughness. "Yeah, definitely what I wanted. Not what I expected though... I don't remember that being so easy to achieve," she mused. Ah... she was talking about that orgasm... everything about that entrance had been arduous but so satisfying.

[Bloodedge]

The events occurring within that familiar classroom could have been in Martha's head. On the other hand, it could have been the realist thing she'd ever experienced. Such things were usually in flux when Mugen used his magic to recreate scenes based on another's memories or imagination. If one asked him, he'd say the chance of things becoming real made everything more fun. Blurred lines were the ultimate tool. Well... perhaps it was the penultimate tool. Mugen would hold his own tool in high regards for its ability to penetrate against the world's desires and all of Martha's natural barriers in one fell swoop.

Ah, the quake of Martha's walls was particularly obvious. He expected as much. Even though she was a Spirit, there remained the fact that Martha was a Gaia human by her own understanding. Apart from compatibility, he figured that as the top reason for excessive satisfaction in such moments. Besides those simple facts, there was one more missing. Ah, but he wouldn't be addressing that right away. First, Mugen took note of Martha's gaze. She seemed to be tracking that shadow outside for a moment, and lo, that same shadow was now more interested in the room itself. Why wouldn't it be? Martha had indeed outed herself just slightly with that quality moan. More importantly, she'd accomplished something else with her words. "Easy? Humans really are pitiful now. That must be a rare sensation for you. You could feel it a thousand times over. Make a big deal of it at about thirty or so... unless that thing poses an issue," he said, glancing toward the door. He still had room to push, so he kept moving forward ─ even deeper into the saint's womb where he'd make his home for the immediate future. It seemed there would soon be some activity outside the classroom. Obviously students were very easily distracted when it came to sultry behavior in their midst. "Danger, danger. This is still forbidden activity~"

[Apollymi]

The reality or lack of reality in this situation wasn't something Martha allowed herself the ability to properly ponder. She assumed this was some sort of magical ability which simply brought out of one's soul a place they desired to see. To the best of her approximation it was made to feel and seem real... but wasn't necessarily so. She even had reason to think this way, given how the Sex Devil had showed such abilities originally. So she'd keep that one right in the back of her brain somewhere while her body tried to acclimate to the rather ridiculous intrusion she'd invited.

Still as this progress was adjusted to, it seemed that the Sex Devil took issue with the state of humans given her commentary about the ease of her most recent peak. She gave it some thought and saw in her head the lack of satisfaction normally associated with sex acts. According to him she could feel it a hundred times over but should only make a big deal at like thirty or so... assuming nothing happened with the shadow at the door. "That sounds... exceedingly excessive in my experience. I don't mind that right now though..." she said, accompanied by a few rather vivid memories concerning a certain boyfriend of hers who didn't survive entry and broke up with her immediately afterwards. She seemed to be waiting with bated breath, after shaking that thought away and willing that kid to walk away. They had to have something better to do in the middle of the afternoon right? Ah, well her concentration would be broken by a continued push forward. It would seem that Mugen fully intended to occupy the lass and she was still willing to accept it, despite the newness of the experience. "I feel like if I said I'd be quiet you'd take it as a challenge, you seem the sort... of course it's forbidden this is a classroom, sir." she murmured, still she didn't really want to stop either. Even while realizing something was happening in the hall. It seemed wrong to waste an opportunity like this, which was so very rare for her int he first place. Of course, at least it was her own classroom, she'd count her win on that and accept more of Mugen by willing her hips.

[Bloodedge]

Whether 'excessive' was Martha's definition for thirty or a thousand, one might wonder. Mugen didn't seem to care though, and neither did Martha by her own words. After all, her experience was nonexistent for one such as him. "That's what all the virgins say. And yes, you were until recently," he stated. If he wished to, Mugen could have the woman experiencing the height of bliss at every movement, or with no movement at all. Would he do so? Well, he'd at least consider it. As for the student standing outside, Mugen offered a glance as well. He felt Martha's desire to have that one person go away, but the world around her had different plans entirely. That lone student appeared to be gesturing in the hall, calling over some others from nearby.

Martha's silence, or lack thereof, was hardly a matter for discussion. Mugen wouldn't bother taking her words as a challenge, as he saw things in quite the opposite way. "Why would I do that? For that to work, I'd have to believe you could be silent. Do you even believe it?" he wondered. While considering the realism of Martha's statement, Mugen shifted his hips in such a way as to grind away at the woman's insides. Compact as her walls were, it only made sense to do a bit of wedging, as if to create more space ─ impossible though it would be to do so. All the while, the one shadow beyond lightly-stained glass became two that were obviously trying to discern any movement within the classroom, or... any sounds they could readily confirm.

[Apollymi]

According to the Sex Devil all thought of the sort of thing he offered as excessive when they were virgins. As if to understand how she considered herself, to not fall into such a category he clarified that she did apply by whatever logic he was currently using. "Am I just to assume the criteria is different then?" she wondered, most humans thought of penetrative sex being a marker for lack of virginity. If it was something else then she'd have to assume this change was made because of differences in understanding. Admittedly, thinking clearly was far from an easy thing to do with him wedged so far into her person and the imminent danger outside, that rather shabby door. Why this was within her passing thoughts as a fantasy was something she couldn't really understand. Yes the potential danger of getting caught was all well and good, and definitely did a number to keep her loins stirred. But... it was also nerve-wracking and something she definitely didn't want. But she also couldn't see the logic in stopping right at the moment either. Her life was far less bothersome when the worse thing she had to worry about was losing her temper.

Ah, but her life had also been far more boring, then hadn't it. She was telling herself to live a little. Well, one didn't live more than she was living right now, with a demon buried further in her person than she should have thought possible. As more gathered she seemed to be ill-at-ease, but that didn't stop the reactions of her body to constant prodding. How odd. As for the question of her belief in herself, she decided honesty was the best way to answer as her hips seemed to move on their own in protest to that wedging sensation. "If it had been any other day before today... I would have said yes... and meant it. But right now, no is the answer..." she stated. Well at least Martha's application of her no nonsense attitude seemed to apply to herself as well as everyone else. She held no extra or lesser faith in herself than she expected from others... she was fair. Right now, she was clinging to Mugen her hips helping him wedge his cock far deeper than anything ever needed to be, even while understanding the friction would be going nowhere. There was so much going on right now, that Martha would have neared sensory overload if she'd been very normal, but she wasn't and as such she continued especially with the building sensation of her loins.

[Bloodedge]

"Slightly," Mugen answered. In truth, the core meaning of virginity remained the same, even for residents of Gaia. Things had become rather muddy somewhere down the line, but that was of little consequence. Ah, but the misconceptions remained as such. "To become anything but a virgin, is to become a new person. A mana transfer is meant to ensure you're never the same person again. Get my meaning?" he inquired. If Martha didn't understand his deeper meaning by some chance, it didn't matter; she'd learn for herself in time. In fact, she'd soon learn quite a bit beyond that.

As the danger of discovery intensified, so too did Martha's willingness. Good. This entire ordeal would have been for naught if she was just going to lean in the more 'human' direction that enabled cowardice. To transcend limitations, one had to push boundaries ─ mostly one's own. Now, Martha didn't even believe herself capable of maintaining silence. Students would surely be making a discovery at some point, but by her own words, Martha was beyond truly considering it an issue. "Kuhu! That's the spirit. So what if they all hear? You're breaking free of restraints, and that's got nothing to do with them, right? Even if some of them are real~" he stated casually. Gone was the time of idle chitchat. Since Martha was putting forth the effort to work him deeper into her core, the demon matched that effort once again. His grip would have her lifted just slightly off the desk as their pelvises touched, his dick lost somewhere in her torso. There, mana pulsed from the intruder through Martha's body before he began pistoning away in her canal and chamber. Even if Martha had managed some silence, those students probably would have been alerted eventually ─ if only by the sloshing and slapping sounds that would ensue. Truly, it seemed discovery was inevitable.

[Apollymi]

Oh? There was an answer which wasn't quite as firm as others. Apparently there was a slight difference in the understanding of virginity and purity between the worlds. His further words seemed to make the distinction clear, but she couldn't call sex a life changing event... well, not until this very moment at least. "Maybe..." she moaned out about understanding his meaning. Of course, she might have understood it, but it wasn't really an issue of understanding or not. At this point it would seem that this was more of an active learning exercise than anything else.

Speaking of activity, Martha was pushing aside her boundaries and the innate fear that came along with being a human in such a compromising situation to... well, actually enjoy herself. Ah, but this was technically about more than that... she was breaking free of restraints, and helping someone else in the process. It was far from the worst thing she could be doing... and so they could continue. "Real?!" there was a bit of surprise in that. Because this came from her own mind she assumed it wasn't even possible to be real... she still wanted to assume it wasn't really but in a world of magic she couldn't actually be certain. Perhaps it would come up later? Or maybe she was just locking herself into full time life in the magical world without a job or life left to come back to on this side? These thoughts were ones for later consideration, perhaps after all this was over she'd find the consequences or lackthereof. Whatever the case, moving forward was the only option and apparently up. Martha felt mana within her body not her own and then the piston of Mugen's cock within the depths of her person which only added more soft moaning to all that roughness. She could do nothing but enjoy it. If anything was inevitable, it would be another orgasm on the horizon for a lass who'd had more in the last few hours than she had in the entirety of her life.

[Bloodedge]

Real. With all Mugen said, Martha was keen to react aloud only to that part. One could call his little spell an illusion ─ a creation of a pocket dimension, in a way. Everything around them had been pulled directly from Martha's subconscious, but his powers were never so limited as to be sheer illusion. "Yes, real. Even in a dream, strong impressions can be enough to bleed into reality. We're blurring lines one after another here~" he teased. Nothing about their surroundings had to be real. Conversely, some of it would surely be. That was simply the way things went.

Martha's future was assured, whether she understood it to be so or not. She had a quality of existence that put her well beyond trivial matters such as career stability. In fact, her career wouldn't be in danger at all, if she simply wished it so. "You're worrying too much; I can feel it. Do you really think you can be held back by the rules? This is your school," he claimed. Mugen's instruction was of a strange variety, but that was just another thing she'd get eventually ─ or he'd go on to explain it soon. First, he was going to enjoy the saint. Even disregarding her magical potential, she seemed physically capable enough of sustaining his invasion. With that being the case, he could freely pummel away as if her moaning was a motivational speech. In treating the woman such a way, he continued removing her from the desk. She'd soon enough be suspended in the air just away from it, moved by alterations in Mugen's grip as his hips thrusted away.

[Apollymi]

Martha was being given some interesting knowledge, mainly that the sex devil had way more powers than she would normally be comfortable with anyone possessing. They were blurring lines, he claimed. The difference between reality and dreams was apparently rather fragile and they could bleed into each other. that was somehow both comforting and not really much at all. "That's a...ah- lot to process..." she managed. Her ability to argue or not was being stripped moment by moment, bit by bit. Why would she even try at this point. She'd already decided on the action itself, it was far from the type of thing she would stop doing before she was satisfied.

Ah, and according to the Sex Devil she was worrying too much. Of course she was, even if she was willing to accept not truly being human... being raised as one wouldn't lead her to immediately switching ideals or methodology. Did she think she could be held back by rules? Well that had some variables right. If this was a dream of some sort, even if it challenged reality in some way, it was likely lucid in which case she was in charge. Actually, his words seemed to imply that and unless she got clarification she'd likely take it that way. "Aah♥~" she moaned more. She might be held to rules somewhere but it wouldn't be here. That much was already obvious by the actions she was taking. Technically speaking if she couldn't get out of her own head enough to enjoy what was obviously great sex than she might be doing it wrong. That was fine... something she wasn't doing wrong current though, was accepting those movements. Actually, she was being moved away from her spot on the desk being... held up? Interesting, there hadn't even been wincing at such a lift, and he was still plunging into her at that! How exciting. She couldn't help the sudden shift made her latch onto him a bit, pressing her chest against him as her arms found a place to rest against his shoulders. Actually, like this it was more akin to a ride, and she'd found it was something she was quite good at... his movements would be met by movements of her own hips as well... she was a 'Rider' after all. And her physical form could react to such a thing regardless of their actions together... so she'd enjoy herself. This way, feeling that delightful pressure close in on her mind she'd find her form clenching his cock and a gentle flow of her own juices leaking down past his lap.

[Bloodedge]

Mugen was aware of how convoluted his shared information was from time to time. The uninformed would always find processing 'the truth' difficult, until they were well and truly on the path. "And to think, we've barely scratched the surface," the demon commented. Martha's 'freedom' was the more important thing, though. She didn't have to concern herself with any realism or lack thereof. The only thing she had to worry about was the moment, whether she held to that or not.

Whatever she decided to do mentally, Mugen's biggest concern was what would be done to the woman ─ specifically by him. His mana was surging within his own body, surely resonating with the saint as he pumped and pumped at her core. She'd eventually come to know the proper sensation of his energy, but not before he had his fill. She apparently had no issues being lifted fully from that desk. Actually, it seemed to be the preferred outcome. The state of her 'heart' said it was, and so did the movements of her body as she latched onto him. Ah, she'd even taken to some movements of her own. Was this a thing Mugen should start expecting? He didn't have much reference lifting while facing his partner; it was simply a convenience of preexisting placement this time. The way her fluids were flowing down onto him, though... that was familiar enough. "Ara? That's new. Is it normal for someone to move in your position like this, or are you just that eager?" the demon asked. He truly wasn't sure, but it was another thing he would add to the growing list of future endeavors and demands. Either way, Martha's initiative currently would only serve as further motivation for his own efforts.

[Apollymi]

Surface-level understanding was far from what she'd call what was happening right now. Even so, Martha wouldn't find herself disagreeing with anything happening right now. She decided in the moment to go for focus, specifically, she'd focus on enjoying herself and deal with anything else afterwards. Whether this counted as freedom or not wasn't really important. But what was currently the most important thing to happen to her, was her lifting off of that desk and the subsequent extra movements of her own hips, which seemed to take the Sex Demon by surprise. Actually, it wasn't even supposition at this point, he clearly voiced his own curiosity in a way which shocked Martha. "New?!" she seemed almost shocked as her hips chased a sensation which was so close to the surface she'd send herself over the edge before she could even properly formulate an answer. A happy moan would leave her lips as her hips kept up their new rhythm even while her nether pulsed around its invader. Slowly afterwards she'd breathe out a sigh and find it somewhere in her vocabulary to speak some words which made sense.

"I... don't think it's about being eager. I mean... I am, but not sure if it is normal. I am pretty good at moving myself, it seemed pretty natural to do so," she commented her face now flushed as she realized that her rather inexperienced self had shown the Sex Devil something he considered new. "I feel like anyone who felt the same way would act similarly if they had the freedom and ability to do so. Well... unless they are pillow princesses," she commented. She'd gotten that particular phrase from random conversations and things heard throughout her career. Whatever the case, she found responses to the movements of his hips to be rather easy to keep up with... and she was starting to feel something else as well. the feeling of the Sex Devil's energy as it built up inside of him. If this had been any other situation, she might have assumed some large attack was on the horizon... but here she was sure it would be something else entirely.

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, Martha had shown the demon something new. He'd technically been alive for thousands upon thousands of years, but this was a first. She even questioned his claim just before succumbing to bliss once more. An answer was intended, it seemed. He was content to leave a fair bit of recovery time, especially as the saint suffered no interruption of movement during her climax. She was coming along quite nicely. When an answer was managed, it happened to be something else quite interesting.

According to Martha, she wasn't even sure what 'normal' entailed in this case. Moving of her own accord felt natural, so she did it. What an intriguing take. If this sort of behavior was anything but normal, things had to change. "Well, let's make it normal," he said. Ah, but Martha had more to add. She claimed anyone with the will and ability to do so would presumably add such movement, unless they were something called a... pillow princess. Mugen's movements slowed just slightly as he thought to question that title, but then... he remembered. "Ah... one of those," he said. There was a very vivid memory of such a person in his mind and soul ─ one that he'd never forget. "Congratulations on not being one of those useless things. I'll let you name your reward and repay the good karma. Make it a good one~♥" he added, certainly intending to throw the saint something extra for managing something he'd yet to see.

[Apollymi]

According to the Sex Devil, normal could be created, or rather her actions should become the new normal. This was odd logic, but she could back it... after all, habits were made over time, both good and bad. "Hai," she murmured about making it normal. After all... she had no reason but accept even her body wanted to move, it would be in bad taste to let a cooperative endeavor become too one-sided. Speaking of one-sided her mention of the term pillow princess had brought the speed of the Sex Devil's movements down slightly. She could still manage to follow his lead, moving her hips against him even at this slower place. Ah, but he seemed to understand what she meant. He called such a person useless and congratulated her for not being one.

Ah but it wasn't just the congratulatory statement, no... he offered her a reward for her good karma and would allow her to pick it. "What?!" she seemed almost confused by the statement. A reward for good karma...was he a shrine devil? Sex Devil Santa? What all could she wish for? This seemed like a very broad spectrum thing that needed way more detail than his initial statement implied. "Uh? What kind of thing can I ask for? Does it have conditions or limitations?" she asked. She didn't want to end up monkey-pawed... "Not that I even know what to ask for in the first place..." she ended that sentence. Maybe she'd think of something, but she was in general the sort of person who believed in people doing for themselves as much as possible. She also had faith in people to make their own dreams come true for the most part... and she wasn't idealistic enough to wish for completely outlandish things, so what should she actually wish for? Maybe her next orgasm would give her an idea... with that rather random thought passing her brain she kept up the movement of her hips, enhancing those wet noises and the sound of skin slapping between them.

[Bloodedge]

Mugen had a propensity for activating and enhancing karma, whether positive or negative. He could sense Martha having a fair deal of positive karma within her, and it was high time she reaped the rewards. It was nothing for Mugen to grant the desires of a mortal, if only the woman knew what to wish for. To her credit, Martha's first choice was to question the limitations of his offer. For some, he would claim there were no limits in reality. Martha was not his apprentice in any respect, so he would not be pulling out all the stops, so to speak. Even so, he was willing to allow most possible outcomes.

So, how would her question be answered? First and foremost, the saint made it clear that she wasn't sure what wish would be made. That was fine. Mugen himself wasn't sure how to explain the minor limitation applied, nor did he believe it would truly be necessary. Martha wasn't the type to seek something so ridiculous anyway. While mulling over the answer, he noted the audible meeting of bodies picking back up, and returned his efforts to what they once were. Those students outside were increasing in number without the demon offering a care; he was busy coming up with something. "There are no conditions. The limit is... it can't be anything boring. Your life seems like a drag so far. Do something exciting with it for once," he instructed. Beyond that, Mugen felt it unnecessary to mention the very few wishes he wouldn't grant.