Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

"It is you, so of course," Mugen stated. What Martha felt was her own soul's growth, which one should never stop unless they wished to become an abomination. She'd be something marvelous quite soon. Actually... she was something marvelous already, and it would be proved here and now. Nothing orthodox would come of the current position. Once she'd straddled him successfully, Martha made a single demand: hands. Interested as he was, Mugen wouldn't be turning down a single suggestion or demand the woman made. As such, his hands were offered as support of some sort while Martha leaned back on the water's surface. She certainly had the look of an Angel of old, the way her hair and yukata appeared to be floating around her person. Ah, that wasn't all. The saint's legs were slung over his shoulders. Legs and arms were used to piston the woman's entire body atop him while giving Mugen a full frontal view of her form. How interesting. "Oho─? You must really want a new pair of chopsticks. This is intriguing," he commented absently. "Anything else, Ryu-jin-sen-sei~?"

Charlemagne had yet to lose stiffness. At the current rate, he wouldn't be rid of it for a very long time ─ maybe forever. Each day since arriving at Munetsuchi, he learned why Sakura had to be the 'temptress' mentioned by that crazy old man. She required so little effort to make him hard as steel, and even her innocent little tests just made things worse... or rather, better. For some reason, he even found her brazen staring appealing ─ as he kept eyes on Sakura as well. It hardly took much time for Charlemagne to feel that oh so familiar tingle building up again. It was such a frightening thing that he still mentally equated to an ending ─ though recent occurrences had proved otherwise multiple times over. "Hngh! This is... pretty dangerous. Didn't think I'd be here again so soon, but. . ."

[Apollymi]

It was her? Well, she supposed that made a reasonable bit of sense. Everything the Sex Devil had said implied that the state of her existence was evolving beyond what she would have understood. At the same time, she seemed to be easily walking towards such an advancement without any regrets. Such was a good way to be born into this world... well that was a truer thought that she could have realized. Still her body was rotated and she was soon given the hands she asked for so she could begin using Mugen to piston her own body around as she wished. He claimed that she was really working for those chopsticks. "I... just thought it'd be fun," she managed redness coming to that face of hers, which was not caused at all by the heat of the water. "Still if it gets me chopsticks, it's fine," she managed. She was still Japanese enough to be a bit embarrassed about forgetting something so recently said for the sake of just having fun. What was more, he asked her if there was anything else, and even called her Ryujin-sensei once more. Her eyes widened... she shouldn't like that as much as she seemed to. Whatever the case there was one more thing... "Move, resistance will add friction," that was it. Just the instruction while she used her legs to move herself up and down his manhood. Tight though it was, it would lack aggression until it was added. This man seemed to like his aggression and she'd put that to use.

Meanwhile, Charles was being pushed towards orgasm while realizing how accurately the crazy man in the prison had described his future. Sakura was not trying to tempt him, most of her actions were innocent in her own mind. Even so, that didn't stop what was happening. Sakura found his reactions fun to gauge and thought him oddly expressive, as such she kept watch of him even as he struggled. As that tingle occurred she also felt something similar and easily found herself withdrawing to respond while allowing her tongue to continue teasing his erection. "I don't think it's dangerous. And it's not very soon... you can let it go whenever you're ready~" she said happily. Ah, she'd also began swallowing him again, the tightness of her throat constricting around him as her tongue tranced the underside of him. She also wouldn't be taking her eyes off him, she'd meet his gaze and watch as he finished, it would be so interesting to Sakura, she could hardly wait!

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Martha wasn't consciously working toward those chopsticks at all. If Mugen had to take a guess, he'd say it was no longer in her active memory. It wasn't much of a guess. It didn't take critical thinking or divination to determine, as Martha's expression alone made things more than obvious. "Nothing, eh? No need to worry. I'm a man of my word," Mugen admitted. She'd have her chopsticks and much more at this rate. Ah, but what of Martha's next request? It was another demand. She wanted the demon to move, and she would be getting just that. He selected a moment in which Martha pulled away from him, to do the same. By the time she returned, he was thrusting. The waves of this hot spring obviously needed to be intensified, so he made sure there was a bit more motion created. There was no shortage of friction already, but Martha hadn't given any reason to doubt as of yet.

According to Sakura, this time period wasn't very soon at all. He'd easily argue, considering how much time passed before his previous release. Perhaps he could blame the newness of an experience? Either way, it was dangerous... in a way. Sakura disagreed; she believed it was just the opposite. Moreover, the girl urged him to let loose whenever he wished. Such an offer came before he disappeared into her throat again ─ as if the licking wasn't enough already. Why was she watching him? Why did he sort of like that? Well, there was barely time for questions. "I don't think there's a lot of choice─!" he warned. It took only a few more seconds for Charlemagne's body to tense as that constant throbbing and swelling intensified greatly. He bore the look of a man recently stabbed, yet somehow in a relieving way? Well, he could only hope this was the final sensation of his life someday. Anyone of any world would be so lucky.

[Apollymi]

There was no harm done with the slip in Martha's memory. According to the Sex Devil he was a man of his word so he'd do what he claimed. She could reasonably assume this to be true given his actions so far. In fact, he was even allowing her the more demanding things she asked for seemed to be acquiesced to. In fact, her notation for movement was immediately met by an opposing set of movements. Waves rocked this pool of hot water, causing her to slosh around in the water. She was floating and now being railed, actually... she was having a pretty good time already. And that tingling sensation was evolving... or rather it'd never gone anywhere and now she was more aware of it, Their bodies separated and met at sync'd up intervals and she found herself being rocked and Mugen being buried in her depths before pulling away. An exhale escaped her and it was like blue mist tinged with magic. "Oh? That's weird..." she had the thought in passing but it didn't stop her from continuing her motions. After all she was chasing a certain sensation and the current posture of her body left her filled and working towards satisfaction. Magical transformation was a secondary thought process.

While one experienced oddity, one was claiming an inevitability. Charles didn't seem capable of resisting and there was the fact that Sakura didn't want him to either. She'd told him he could finish as he liked and soon after her throat graced his girth she found herself being filled in a very direct manner. Moreover she managed an orgasm of her own throught he contact. Her lower body tightened as she experienced a sensation she quiet enjoyed. Beyond that her face flushed a great deal more and she watched as Charles appeared to be in pain but then so relieved. It was a nice thing to see. Perhaps this was how people were when their desires were met, "Oh? What an interesting face!~" she exclaimed seemingly quite pleased. And now with a belly full of extra power she could also do the things she'd wanted to do before. In fact she had an even better idea now. "Oh! I know what to do now!" she exclaimed and rather suddenly the place they were standing started to shift around them. Deposits of mana left by Charles began to disappear and the structure within the box began to change, expand and fill itself with various things.

[Bloodedge]

The third leg of a journey was underway. As Martha moved herself and Mugen joined, there was a phenomenon seen by very few throughout history. Or perhaps... this was the first time it would be seen? Mugen could hardly tell at this point, but that mist passing her lips was something he knew the identity of. Martha called it weird, while Mugen seemed even more excited. What an incredible sign that was. If the grin on his face didn't show that he had a different opinion on the occurrence, surely the intense throbbing within the woman would. "I wouldn't call it that. That... is something revolutionary. It's even better than I thought," he mused.

Charlemagne was done for. He spilled directly into Sakura's throat with seemingly reckless abandon. Despite the ferocity, his visage didn't hint at anything more than a... partial accident, as it were. What more could happen now? Charlemagne had obviously seen and felt it all. He could do nothing but lean against the carriage door, heaving and watching Sakura have an epiphany of some sort. She knew what to do now, apparently. Charles was already rather wobbly ─ now he was stumbling back again as the carriage interior expanded to lengths he couldn't anticipate. He definitely wasn't expecting this. "A little warning!" Charlemagne shouted as he bobbled back and forth. How large was the carriage going to become? What did Sakura need with all this space? Well, perhaps he'd be finding out when the room wasn't literally moving all over. This wasn't how drunkenness was supposed to go. . .

[Apollymi]

Martha was in the middle of a very interesting shift in existence. Though she didn't fully understand it, she was at least observant enough to know what was going on with her own form she recognized it as her. Of course, the Sex Devil also noticed but he seemed to be rather excited about it. He called what was happening revolutionary, "Is it? I kinda just feel like I'm going to explode inside," she mentioned. "I won't be stopping to deal with it,~" she stated as their bodies continued to collide. In truth the build up to this orgasm seemed to be quite intense. She was having a quite the good time that feeling of two bodies meeting for maximum impact, the burning in her thighs and the tightening of her core. Everything was building further and further into a most blissful orgasm which she'd have only a few moments afterwards.

At the same time, Sakura was expanding the space that she and Charles currently occupied. He claimed he wanted warning but she looked at him and shrugged. "Warning? Yeah, I suppose it might be a bit jarring... I just decided what to do..." she said seeming not to think to much about it. "My soul is inactive and everyone's desires seemed to be for different things though there are a few consistencies..." she explained. "But I can make this space bigger and include everything everyone would like and make it a living space for all of us while we are on this adventure," she explained so that the coming changes would be less frightening. First the walls and rooms seemed to be put into place. Bedrooms, bathrooms a weird basement room with no windows. A table appeared in this front room as the mana dispersed. Several more comfortable seats appeared as well as hallways and pathways. A kitchen was being formed along with other things. "Everyone's desires are so interesting..." she explained of her current making progress.

[Bloodedge]

An explosion from within was about what Martha had to deal with soon. Rather, she'd be having to deal with two soon enough. One of them would be more familiar, however. "Ara? That's an interesting coincidence. I was thinking something similar~" the demon joked. He figured Martha wouldn't stop to deal with one pending explosion, but perhaps the other would be just a bit different. Martha moved toward her own orgasm, and with it, came the start of Mugen's nigh-endless flow of mana into her womb. He obviously didn't care if the entire spring became saturated with his energy. In fact, as he understood it... Martha's energy would have a more direct effect than he would. The first breath was always a special kind of potent.

Sakura 'supposed' this sudden development might be a bit jarring. There were so many words in a single sentence that Charlemagne wanted to call out, but he was quite busy trying to keep stable. "Did you decide to make me throw up?! It feels like that's what you decided!" he responded. It wasn't easy at all to stabilize. As he continued the attempt, Sakura explained the convoluted desires of their journey's members and how they could be met by expanding the carriage. It started looking more like they were inside a mansion. There was even a table that looked markedly perfect for some desires Charlemagne had earlier, right in the room they currently occupied. Finally, everything stopped moving so Charlemagne could stop wobbling all over the place. "Ugh. That... was a trip. Did that have to happen all at once?"

[Apollymi]

An explosion from within would be a specifically related to the Sex Devil at least initially. It seemed their continued movements would lead to the man deciding to explode within her as well. She didn't mind this... in fact it felt needed. The start of his constant seed pumping seemed to be feeding into something. Her own orgasm made her feel as if something was unfolding inside of her. As her mouth opened she moaned her content her body seeming to be squeezing the life out of the man who was currently railing her and beyond that the light energy she'd once exhaled seemed to be building up be something spectacular. If nothing else it felt as if something was unfurling inside her person. Her finger tips were tingling, her toes were as well. Martha's core was tightening but also seeming to be expanding within her body. She couldn't say she understood what was happening but something far beyond her mortal understanding was taking place. "Aaah♥!~" that last exhale took place as a light overtook her entire form, and that of the hotspring. A wash in energy which would feel rejuvenating but also full of something... indescribable.

Just as indescribable was the strangeness of Charles during Sakura's creation. He claimed that she was going to make him throw up, that didn't make sense. "What is throwing up?" she asked legitimately curious. His lack of stabilization could only last so long and by the time he found his legs, she'd already folded this entire mansion into the inside of this carriage. She'd enforced it quite a bit to hold the dimensions and basically reconfigured it so the carriage itself was a door to the entire space of the mansion and... everything within it. "There. everyone has what they want now," she mused. As for if it had to happen all that once, "Well, if I did it in smaller bursts it would take longer. Besides, making all of it at once means I wouldn't forget anything," she said seeming to not understand why someone would want to do this piece by piece.

[Bloodedge]

Mugen wasn't going to stop pumping his essence into the saint until the entire spring was polluted with his mana. Of course, that would be the case so long as Martha couldn't metabolize it all, but... Martha wasn't going to be the same in a matter of moments. Even as she tightened around his rod, she was erupting from within ─ conveniently while he was erupting within her. Well, Mugen understood this to be a positive. She would become something far beyond mortal comprehension, and having an excess of additional mana during such transitions could only be a boon. Furthermore, her transition seemed to engulf not only herself, but the hot spring around them as well. It was his own fabrication, but it seemed... the hot spring would not be solely connected to Mugen henceforth. "Well, that's... even more interesting," he mused.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne was receiving yet another unusual question from Sakura. She didn't know what throwing up was? Well, that was starting to make sense rather quickly. For all that spinning and wobbling, Charlemagne never felt so much as a tingle in his throat. Perhaps there was some understanding to be gained from this. "Throwing up is... something I weirdly don't have to do anymore. It's a sign of sickness, where everything in your stomach gets shot out of your mouth. It's gross, and... probably some human mana incompetency, huh?" he wondered, managing to make use of that 'Spark of Wisdom' thing for once. Now that he wasn't fretting over simple things, perhaps he'd keep some consistency with it. On the other side, it seemed Sakura's inactive soul urges did nothing for her sense of efficiency. "Well yeah... it would take longer. It'd also help people who have no idea what's going on avoid freaking out over what's happening. Again... warnings are nice─"

[Apollymi]

Martha wasn't going to be the same. Yes, that was very true... in fact she probably hadn't been the same in quite a few moments already, but the longer this went on the more she realized she was also very much the same. That pumping within her body and the influx of fluids seemed to be running its course. It was being allowed to fuel the burning and exploding sensation within her person, not metabolize it and put it to use, but burn it like fuel as her finger tips began to glow. Her eyes closed for just a moment and it felt like the whole of her body was shifting and becoming something different after the orgasm she was just experiencing. An explosion of that energy finally lashed outwards, washing over everything around her, the entirety of this place and herself. But when she opened her eyes... and began to shift under the water's surface she was still physically speaking the same. That explosion within herself had all but settled and her shell remained what it had been. A buxom and violet haired young woman with taunt musculature and a figure to die for, sharp eyes and flowing locks. "Oh? That was interesting... I feel lighter~" she mused not knowing exactly what happened but knowing that she felt but great regardless.

Speaking of strange, Sakura was being told some rather interesting things. Apparently throwing up was something humans did when they were sick, where they ejected the contents of their stomachs out of their mouths. That really did sound gross, but apparently Charles had an idea about why it happened. According to him it was something which was attributed to mana related incompetency. "Hm, that sounds about right. All orifices are for taking things in, so the idea of throwing up is odd as you describe it," she said thoughtfully. "Though I suppose if you didn't know how to get rid of mana you couldn't metabolize it and you don't know how to get rid of it in a more stable way that makes sense," she expressed. Ah but what didn't make sense to Charles was apparently her decided upon efficiency versus what happened before his very eyes. "Protect human mental stability by offering warnings of ongoing actions which may break their understanding of world mechanics... okay. I can do that..." she murmured. She was trying to learn certain things but figuring out how to deal with humans being surprised by things she thought were normal was a bit different. "Still, everything you guys want is here... even though I don't understand some of the things here," she said having made a much of things work the way people remembered or desired them working without having any idea about the objects themselves.

[Bloodedge]

For all that energy being released by Martha, all that power connecting her to a hot spring that didn't even exist before this meeting, and the end result of her transformation was... nothing. No. This change was far from nothing, closer in truth to... everything. Everything, that is, apart from physical aspects. It was always strange to see Spirits show no signs of their identity in physical form, but there was always something. Mugen glared into the woman's eyes. They appeared normal, but something was underneath the surface. Indeed, looking into her eyes was much like looking into the spring itself. Had it always been that way? No, that couldn't have been the case. "You look... the same, mostly. Just behind the eyes, though ─ that's where the good stuff is," he said. By now, she had to possess more than the proper quality for another transfer. Mugen had yet to stop flowing into the woman, even as he freed one of his own hands to reach forward. He'd take her breast in hand, squeezing flesh and stimulating the nipple. By his approximation, the floating woman should easily become a fountain by now.

Interestingly enough, Charlemagne was right about the magical mumbo jumbo this time. It was satisfying to hear confirmation that he'd probably never vomit again. As a former ordinary human, though, he was becoming disgusted by all those unnecessary limitations. "Huh. I'm surprised I thought of that. I always expect the answer to be way more ridiculous than whatever I assume," he admitted. A few steps had to be taken by the lad. He still needed his land legs back, and apparently... he needed to see how drastic a change had been made by Sakura. This couldn't be called a carriage anymore. "Hell of a change either way. How big is the carriage now? We could have a look at some stuff if you want anything explained. It probably came from our world, and... I need to walk off the vertigo."

[Apollymi]

The Sex Devil witnessed a great birth, but at the same time it was more of a physical anomaly. In truth, Martha had retained a certain aspect of herself one could call it a 'character flaw'. Still just behind the eyes he claimed that was where the good stuff was... and she'd not really changed either. Her eyes had always been a rather clear shade of blue, however if one looked in right now, they seemed to have an almost shimmering quality to them, like liquid was moving inside of them. She laughed at that... just a bit of good natured humor in a moment of intimacy. "Hehahaha!~ Of course I didn't change much. I put in almost three decades worth of hard human work in on this body. Three decades where people usually see a maximum of seven or eight. I'm not about to give it up, when I worked so hard on it," she said of her physical form. What was more, Mugen began to massage her breast which she found to be overly sensitive at the touch. They'd never felt quite this way before but still, it only only take a little stimulation to see liquid squirting from the peak in a rather free flowing way. She also didn't seem too surprised by anything maybe there was a reason for that too? After all, her mind did feel like it was suddenly working overtime.

While Martha was surprised about her current changes in life. Charles was surprised that he seemed to have some understanding of the human condition in the way that it made sense to higher order beings. "I think it is a pretty sound conclusion to come to. Besides, orgasm is referred to in Munetsuchi as the 'Spark of Wisdom'. In this case, the release from sex allowed you to use the information you recently gained to come to conclusions about the human condition," Sakura explained the nature of minds and their better functioning to Charles as she looked around. Still there were questions about her work which Sakura was more than happy to give answers to. "I didn't change the outside dimensions of this carriage. It would have made it too heavy to move regularly," she said with a nod. "It would be more accurate to say that the inside of this place is part of the Imaginary Number Space, and the carriage is the door or shell which opens into it," she clairified. As for the things she couldn't have identified. She'd soon be sanding and those dark tendrils would be wrapping around her putting her back in her little black dress. She looked around and pointed towards the kitchen there was something near here which she wanted to question directly. "Also what is vertigo?" she asked wanting to understand a bit better.

At the same time, Yume seemed to be finally wrapping up her creation of a new Avatar. It'd taken a while, and she'd had to pick up a few pieces from some of ther other Avatars but now she was sure she was about finished. She took note of how much time had passed and knew that she still had about half the time she'd told the group it would be before she needed to be here for the waking Yuuya. She'd also been given a specific bit of chastising earlier in the day, to avoid any misunderstandings she'd reach out to her mentor. 'Mugen-sama, I have something to show you and some questions if you have time~' she called for him as if lightly amused.

[Bloodedge]

For three decades of her original life, Martha had worked toward perfecting her physical state. That said nothing for the millennium or so she spent honing that work on Alaya. There was every reason to decide, either consciously or otherwise, not to change something so near and dear to one's heart. "Well, congratulations. This is the sum of ascension if I've ever seen it. That attitude... it reminds me of another, but only slightly. You're something new. There hasn't been a Spirit born in a very long time. We're a regular pair of anomalies, you and me," he said lightheartedly. By Mugen's senses, he would no longer be able to dispel this hot spring. His signature remained on it in a way, but that was certain to happen regardless. Alas, it was no longer his to control. What was his, was that stream of milk spilling from Martha's breast. His own spillage slowed to a halt as Mugen leaned forward to drink of Martha's essence. This was precisely what he needed, but lo... some words were entering his mind. He expected to be called upon by Yume by now, but he'd gotten a bit... tied-up, so to speak. 'Ara? You should have something to show me by now, but what questions?' he asked to pass a few additional moments before making an appearance.

All the while, Charlemagne continued to learn about the 'new' space he was in. For a moment, it sounded as if Sakura had managed to make the carriage's interior dimensions larger than its exterior. It was a pop culture reference waiting to happen, but alas, it was not so true. In truth, the carriage had been made into a gateway that opened unto a special subspace. "No 'bigger on the inside' reference then, huh?" he asked rhetorically. Regardless, he started wobbling his way toward Sakura and whatever she planned to address in the kitchen. He thought it was a shame she'd gone back to that dress, though... it had its own high level of appeal as well. Charlemagne did nothing about his own clothing situation as he followed. "Vertigo is when you feel like everything around you is moving, but it's not. Kinda makes it hard to keep balance, but it's usually pretty easy to get over."

[Apollymi]

Ascension. That is what this particular kind of evolution was being called. Martha couldn't argue with it, she wouldn't have regardless, still... she was congratulated and so she'd acknowledge that while getting a feel for the changes in her body. "Arigatou!~ The Sex Devil is an anomaly too~ And being born is obviously not the easiest thing to manage," she said knowingly. Though she had no reason to know that, she felt that making a 'Spirit' in this world was much more difficult than it should be. Still there was the matter of that Sudachi flavored mana now pouring into his mouth for whatever thing he intended to take. Oddly enough, as Martha thought of it, she had a full understanding of 'Mana Transfers' as this world called them. Weird, she didn't remember having anything but the simplest understanding of those before. What was more, she felt infinitely relaxed, though a little moan escaped her lips as mana was drawn directly from her. At the same time, Yume was having her mentor answer her back in a rather direct manner, what were her questions? 'Well, I made a new friend and he's having some problems feeling comfortable with himself. He thinks he was a worthless person but I don't feel that's true, but on Gaia he had some physical anomalies which made it impossible for him to feel normal. I was wondering if they were connected to a lack of conversion from one world to the other... you know since he claimed stepping through his gateway fixed his problems,' she posited her own hypothesis.

Ah, and then there was Charles and Sakura. Sakura had many explanations which she freely offered and tried not to overwhelming. She was still learning after all. As for the lack of reference to the space of the carriage being 'bigger on the inside' she did have something to say... "I mean if you looked at the carriage from the outside and then stepped into it, you'd likely say it was bigger on the inside," she concluded, thinking it was a fairly accurate assertion regardless. Moving on she found herself within a kitchen with high countertops and shelves. Several small appliances on the counter tops and other such things. She pointed to a standing appliance with double doors and a large drawer at the bottom. "This, is one of them... It's cold inside," she murmured. "And this, I don't much get it either," she said pointing to her side where against the sink on the bottom there was a different door with that would open and be pulled out.

[Bloodedge]

Two anomalies were locked in conversation at the end of their sexual encounter. Mugen had only a few more things to do with Martha. First and foremost, he had a hefty drink to enjoy. One inhale after another, he partook of the saint's milk and enhanced himself as a result. The future was bright; things once improbable were becoming simple matters each time he swallowed. Remaining buried in Martha's womb was certainly doing its part to help as well. Ah, but what of Yume and her questions? She spoke of a new companion and his problems as they appeared between worlds. 'Physical anomalies? Worthless? The list of potential reasons is endless. If going from Gaia to Alaya had something to do with fixing it, it's likely one of the mana-based reasons. I'd need to know a bit more,' he replied while drawing the last swig of mana he needed. The time had finally come to pull away from Martha, though he'd leave that part to her while holding up a single hand. "Hmm. Chopsticks, eh? Too easy," he said as a pair of pitch-black sticks began materializing in that elevated hand.

Viewing the carriage's interior from outside could give the illusion Charlemagne had been assuming. He'd say that was cool, but the loss of a legendary sci-fi reference was too jarring. "Well, knowing better, I wouldn't dare waste the reference like that. Don't get me wrong ─ it's still awesome," Charlemagne declared. Into the kitchen he went, by Sakura's lead. The primary item she pointed out was something he once couldn't imagine living without. The second, however, was always technically unnecessary even on Gaia. "Ah. That's a refrigerator. It's for keeping food cold so it lasts longer. Humans can have a lot of things go wrong if they eat things that haven't been held at proper temperature, or things that are rotten," he explained. Whether Sakura understood the greater purpose or not, Charlemagne would address the other object she pointed out. "That one... isn't such a necessity. It's a dishwasher. Literally all it does is wash dishes so we don't have to. Humans have a lot of lazy inventions."