Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

Nowhere to go? Yes, that seemed to be the story of Angelica's life since she was summoned to the Nexus this time. She'd been tied up, and now she was being held captive, even her gaze was apparently not to be altered according to Charlemagne. "I'm not running... I'm... thinking," she claimed in minor outburst. Well that was true, she was thinking, mostly about how very erotic all of the situations had been today, and presently the idea that being called princess in this particular case was nice. So nice, in fact that she felt her core tighten around its invader. It was a lot to deal with.

And it wouldn't be stopping any time soon. What was more, the confession that she'd seen all that Sakura and Charlemagne had done, apparently fiipped some sort of switch in the lad's mind. He abandoned any real idea of restraint. Her body was lowered the rest of the way onto his cock and she found herself shuddering at the sensation of him resting against her womb's entrance. It was quite different knowing what it could feel like and instead feeling the tingle of sensation which would hint at the future to come which wasn't there yet. She almost wanted to pout, but it was far from uncomfortable. She nodded her head in answer to his almost rhetorical half question, she'd seen the inverse of what they were doing now, and she had no problems with it... but that wasn't all.

What was more, his finger buried within her rear didn't stop working at all. It seemed to be diving deeper in depth by the second as he questioned whether she'd liked what she saw. As for if she liked it, well the quiver in her rear was likely enough of a tell, but she was also a very honest individual. Watching Charlemagne take charge in that situation and seeing him through Sakura's eyes in the moments in which they were engaged, she was quite sure she liked what was happening, even as herself. "Yeah, it looked pretty cool..." she moaned as her hips began to shake against him. She was already latched onto his person, her body seeming to want to seek more. There was something else happening though as well, she seemed to be reaching a higher temperature and the mark on her womb, seemed to be glowing with a relaxing but stirring heat. It made her loins a bit slicker and her movements a bit less controlled as if she intended to begin movements herself while she was held up like this.

[Bloodedge]

"Thinking?" Charlemagne's questioned. For a moment, he seemed legitimately curious even as he rested within the girl and pressing that finger into her rear. His head tilted, eyes peeled open, and a question soon to be asked already visible within them. "About what?" he asked. Angelica's physical reaction to the way he addressed her was obvious, if nothing else; it was quite easy to feel her tightening in response to such specific stimuli. One could almost say those moments had their own special intensity, feeling just a bit different than it did when caused by movement.

No complaints were lodged about Charlemagne's lack of hip movement, nor his avoidance of Angelica's womb. Perhaps she found some enjoyment in these decisions, or perhaps she simply hadn't voiced anything yet... or, perhaps the movements of his finger were enough. Time would tell, he supposed. Whatever the case, the sphincter around Charlemagne's finger belied an enjoyment of the sensation itself. As for what he and Sakura had gotten into in an earlier session, and Angelica's thoughts on the matter... Angelica claimed it looked cool. "Cool, huh..." he muttered blandly. Charlemagne could take that response as neither the best nor the worst reaction, though it clearly leaned toward the former to some extent. Most interesting however, was Angelica moving in a way that caused him to grind against her cervix while that finger continued its wormlike exploration of her rectum. Angelica was self-lubricating for reasons surely beyond Charlemagne's conscious efforts, but he was none too privy to that. Still, those mobile hips required his attention. "What are you doing?"

[Apollymi]

"Yep," she responded to the question of thinking. She'd not missed the purity of Charlemagne's curiosity but she didn't know whether she felt up to answering it. It might have gone a bit against her nature to do so, but she was also still reacting to his every movement. "How my interpretation of things changes based on who says them," she managed sheepishly. The truth of the matter was, she was certain that Charlemagne could call her princess and Sakura could as well and it would receive a similar reaction from her. This was all in spite of the fact that she didn't normally enjoy the moniker. Life was a confusing thing, but perhaps that was fine as well.

At the same time, while no complaints had been voiced, the nature of their current position and the near tingling sensation of her inmon wasn't something she was fully prepared to deal with. At the moment her gentle movements began and she, much like Sakura was incidentally moving to make something happen, even without thinking about it her desires seemed to be coming to the forefront. "Yes cool..." she said seeming to have understood how such a statement could be taken in the moment. She would have to further explain later that she'd only been shown things, and Sakura had avoided allowing her to have the sensations which went along with it. No, instead she found herself searching for her own enjoyment by a combination of factors, one of which Charlemagne himself question. He wanted to know what she was doing... and she was already beginning to move at the hips by her own volition. Just because he hadn't moved didn't mean she couldn't there was no implication of that. "Moving... it feels right to do..." she said honestly. She couldn't have explained the building desire given the fact that she was currently being occupied physically without any movement but didn't seem like something that should need an explanation. "Why? Does it look like something else?" she asked in a straightforward manner. She was being rather direct in her own approach even while not understanding the pull her body was presenting herself with, she moved her hips not pushing him any deeper but experiencing sex the way she had the first time. It was still very enjoyable, and had the addition of Charlemagne's finger in her rear.

[Bloodedge]

There was some small amount of deflection on Angelica's side, but it seemed she was indeed thinking of something. She made the very recent discovery that some things, when presented by certain individuals, could be received differently. Given the context of that claim, he could easily figure out that it had everything to do with the 'princess' remark from moments before. Thinking about the intended future, however, he couldn't let that one sit for very long. "Don't get used to that one," he advised. Technically speaking, Angelica couldn't classify as a princess whilst being the wife of an emperor. That was something to work out later, however, as the entire position of emperor was in question as Charlemagne was concerned.

No matter. Most imperative at present was not Angelica's proper title, but instead her choice of movement. Rather, a response to his question was simply... moving. She continued to do so, never breaking stride or causing any additional developments. Even as her demeanor shifted slightly, a status quo seemed to be in place. "It doesn't look like anything else, obviously... but something feels different," he stated. Maybe some alteration to the physical nature of their encounter was having an effect on him? That could have been it, at least in Charlemagne's opinion. Regardless, nothing was going to make him stop, and it seemed Angelica would be having none of that anyway.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was told not to get used to her strange understanding of liking to be referred to as princess. She scoffed outwardly, "I don't need that kind of advice, Chuck. You of all people aren't about how to change how you talk to me when you're feeling...cheeky," she decided that last word was the right one. She knew Charlemagne well enough to know that the lad would probably keep referring to her as princess even if her title officially changed. It wasn't as if her demeanor would change just because she gained something, no... she'd remain the same as she ever was with no real doubts surrounding her person.

More important than this though, was the new and constant movement of her hips. She seemed to be quite enjoying it, even as Charlemagne continued to observe. He claimed it didn't look like anything different than what it was... that was good. Still, he claimed it felt different. She could only scoff once more. "Of course it feels different, you're not moving... leaving stuff to other people changes a lot, Chuck," she claimed from her own point of view. True enough, she was at least enjoying the sensation of determining how he rubbed along her insides. Her own movements seemed to be gaining a bit of fervor as they went on, but she'd still not bothered broaching the threshold at the end of herself, even while knowing it was a good possibility. No, it seemed like something she'd quite enjoy if she worked up to it. Sakura's idea was a good one, even if Charlemagne saw her actions oddly, and though he'd even moved to emulate them in some ways, he seemed not to understand truly. Her own desires weren't being determined by her mind, but by her loins and as such she was following without much forward thought. Just more movements becoming steadily less gently nudging the lad around inside her depths while occasionally causing him to rub against the entrance to her womb. That sensation was so good, it was even amplified by that finger in her rear, which while she wasn't purposefully abusing did seem to be a reliable enough presence to get a few more reactive hip movements out of her. All the while, there was heat and pressure, building and building... until such a point, where her aim would be, to orgasm, specifically when that happened, her aim would be to slam down causing the entrance into her womb and the full depth of that finger, irrespective of everything else.

[Bloodedge]

"Well, who's to say? I'm not even the same person I was a few days ago," Charlemagne argued. Even he didn't know what would change and what would remain the same within his own mind. Each day since that initial fall, he continuously felt like he was becoming something different. It was sometimes a matter of transitioning moments, and other times a matter of sleeping and waking. Charlemagne could easily become a whole new man in five minutes, as far as he knew. Of course, there were some caveats. He felt that way, but it was only due to the extremes from his own baseline. There were occasional dips into some personality of Father An's life, some influences from the power of Order, and some darker leanings that weren't original to his personality ─ he couldn't even tell the difference at times. Soon enough, however, all would become normal... whether Charlemagne knew that or not.

He wasn't moving; that was the excuse given by Angelica for the 'different' feeling Charlemagne mentioned. No, it surely had nothing to do with that, even though he didn't know the precise reason. "No... it's not that," he said. Something specifically felt different about Angelica, and separately within himself. Pinpointing the cause was annoying even as a thought, so Charlemagne decided against doing so. All he did was continue those pumps of his middle finger into Angelica's rear, but lo... Angelica herself had something else in mind soon enough. In due time, the Holy Princess lowered herself in such a way as to take Charlemagne into her womb and force the full insertion of his finger as well. Charlemagne hadn't intended to speak again just yet, but the brief gasp caused by air catching in his throat could have been the start of an interjection. Of course, it was no such thing ─ he was simply taken aback by the sudden shift. One could note as much by the small amount of leakage now entering Angelica's womb again. . .

[Apollymi]

Charlemagne claimed to be a different person since his transition into the lower world. Because of this he claimed one couldn't say the things that she'd just. Another scoff left Angelica at that notion. If anything his more recent reactions to things said he was very much himself but perhaps he didn't understand. "You're as much yourself as you want to be, Chuck," she claimed. In truth her observations of him the last few times she'd seen him, said he was as much himself as he always was, maybe with a bit of extra added in, but that was for him to mediate or figure out.

What didn't need to be figured out however was how she was going to work in sexual situations. No matter the thing she couldn't pinpoint, Angelica was going to continue to move forward, blazing ahead, with some sort of desirous abandon. And in this case, the insertion she forced into her uterus seemed to contribute to a rather sudden convulsion of her loins around this lad's still unmoving shaft. Just the same that finger of his was also forced quite a bit deeper into her rear. She squealed and swooned this sort of randomly abrasive entrance was indeed worth it. She'd call it... dynamic if she had to describe it as anything. That splash, of semen within her was also something she noticed. "I don't know what you're looking for, but that's pretty great yeah?" she asked, as she caught her breath. She began moving properly. It was like the first orgasm was enough to kick start her brain. She began moving with a bit more urgency as she grinned happily. She sat up, and pecked the lad's lips as she began coitus with more purpose than Charlemagne currently had. Perhaps he'd begin moving properly or maybe he wouldn't it didn't really matter, she could do it herself, and wanted to, now that the fire in her womb had been fed, it seemed to be growing rapidly.

[Bloodedge]

One more thing was said for the sole purpose of being ignored by Charlemagne. He did a great many strange things, but he would not be adding mid-coitus psychoanalysis to the list. Of course, he was also trying to figure out what this strange sensation was, but that was something far beyond a normal chat at family dinner. What was he looking for? He didn't know. Maybe he wasn't even actively searching at all, past everything going on between the pair. Maybe there was just another thought in the recesses of his mind ─ something he wasn't conscious of. Maybe Sakura wasn't so inactive after all, and it had something to do with another intervention of hers.

No matter the cause for this oddity, Charlemagne had a specific goal to chase. Now nestled within Angelica's womb and rectum by her own machinations, he found things a bit... beyond expectation, in a way. There were no issues to be found, however; it remained a positive turn of events... if a little bit forceful. "I don't know what I'm looking for either, but yeah... it doesn't matter anyway," he eventually said, just before having his lips silenced by Angelica's briefly. Her movements began anew irrespective of his own involvement. It almost seemed she was being driven by something, and not in the typical way. Maybe his new physical attributes were to blame? Yes, that could be it. Whatever the case, that sense of urgency was contagious. Charlemagne couldn't keep himself from moving forever, as his hips were taking action of their own in response to Angelica's shifting. It wasn't much of an effort initially, but he seemed to be catching up to pace while kept relatively in position as his head was effectively lodged.

[Apollymi]

The things going on between this pair of individuals technically wasn't being directly influenced by any outside source. Though far to caught up in her own mental musings to comment properly, Sakura wasn't actually interfering in what was going on between Angelica and Charlemagne. She was far too busy sorting though what she knew about humans to figure out the issue Charlemagne saw with her behavior and those like her. She was far from a true answer, and as such she was still busy processing. Still, what she'd done already was likely contributing since, Charlemagne had neither the magical senses or knowhow to actively manipulate the inmon. It was instead functioning as intended, making the pair act on their desires regardless of their hang-ups and lack of understanding. This was technically much easier to achieve when one wasn't actively fighting against themselves but humans seemed to want to argue with their natures far too much.

Beyond this point there was now a bit more activity. While Charlemagne wasn't ready to do a deep dive into his psyche mid-coitus, he might eventually learn it was a far more natural time to do so than any other. Ah, but that wouldn't be a lesson learned today. Today he and Angelica were coming to an agreement. Finally past the barrier of her womb, the lad seemed to gain a bit of vigor. Or rather Angelica's new sense of urgency seemed to infect the lad. They were both soon moving more ably, and Angelica was fully taking advantage of Charlemagne's physique, seeming to assume he'd be capable enough regardless of any previous implied limitations. A little shifting was added on Charlemagne's part, and they began to move again. Angelica's hips were shifting, up and down and round and round. Never much stimulating deeper reaches but seeming to be exactly the same. "Good, 'cause, I feel really ready for this suddenly~" she claimed about the activity at large. Her movements gained a bit more vigor as she kept them up, busying herself with kissing along his face and neck as if to encourage him to catch all the way up to her current needs.

[Bloodedge]

As per her own words, Angelica was seeming a bit more... ravenous than he could have anticipated. Charlemagne took no issues with this development, strange though it was to see. In his current state, no difference was made. Well, that wasn't quite true. There was a difference, but it was a bit more progressive than anything Charlemagne would have come up with a few days prior. Angelica's aggressive hips were eventually caught-up to by Charlemagne, and then... there was evolution.

Charlemagne found himself retracting his finger from the goddess's rear, deciding in a moment to take hold of her bottom with a firm grip of both hands. In doing so, he was easily able to influence the blonde's movements between squeezes and lifts. Charlemagne appeared mindless, yet he was anything but. He was entirely conscious of his every action, whether premeditated or otherwise. Here and now, there was no true trance overtaking the lad as he lifted and retracted, lowered and thrusted, squeezed and released for an overall ramp-up in vigor that bordered true aggression. All the while, he had only one response for the lass. "Me too, Ang. I even had an idea," he mentioned.

[Apollymi]

Evolution was on the horizon for the pair of Angelica and Charlemagne. Though neither would have an explanation for their current feelings both would easily find themselves fully devoted to the activity they shared. Though Charlemagne currently lacked the personality blankness Sakura had shown in her memories, he did have instead a more reactive approach to what was being done by Angelica. Overall it could only be considered a good thing, especially with their current activities.

The finger which had been ravaging Angelica's rear hole was removed. Replaced instead, by hands firmly gripping her rear. He was currently controlling her movements a bit more himself. The previously wild movements of her body were changed, to ones with specific movements which she enjoyed. She easily fell in like with his current desire and found herself succumbing to the change of his tactics. Whatever the case, while she kissed his face and neck, Charlemagne claimed to have an idea. Her hips continued to move with his vigorous ramp up and she questioned this idea. "An idea, do tell~" she teased gently. She doubted the lad's ability to come up with something she'd say no to, but she still reserved the right to do so. His sharing of the idea he had would help them both, especially as she was now squeezing at his manhood with every stroke he created. His hand movement having encouraged her quite a bit she could feel him a bit deeper and was currently red faced and moaning into the side of his neck as her hips moved seemingly without care.

[Bloodedge]

The application of Angelica's lips to his face and neck had been a prime motivator in his evolved tactics. Just the same, it contributed to his train of thought that had been so recently broached. Charlemagne had a grand idea that would bridge a gap he and Angelica had yet to even glance at. Alas, a change was required... and that didn't quite feel right. "Not yet," he said as immediate response to Angelica. He may have been the one to mention it, but he wouldn't be giving details just yet.

As he recalled, an arrangement had been made a few minutes before. She'd agreed to whatever whims he had, threatening harm or otherwise if she found something unappealing. Since she made clear how much of his interactions with Sakura had been shared, however, Charlemagne was quite sure no issues would arise when his plan was enacted. Ah, but there were more important matters at hand. He first thought to continue pumping away at her womb, as it seemed quite distasteful to stop a climb of any sort midway. "After this one," he stated. Once more, he'd ensure Angelica climaxed before any sort of shift took place. Charlemagne's arms and hips kept a continuous, unchanging pace as he freely succumbed to ecstasy for the time being... eventually finding a reason to sink his teeth into Angelica's shoulder as if it would alleviate the tension welling up in his own body. Where did that thought even come from? He didn't have a clue.

[Apollymi]

Apparently Charlemagne wouldn't be giving an immediate answer to his thoughts. That didn't stop what was happening though, and Angelica didn't have any immediate arguments to lodge. She was after all, far too busy leaving kisses and gentle licks around the lad's face and neck. Just the same her still moving hips, and Charlemagne's control of the situation meant that she could continue her activities without thinking too much about them.

Ah, but it wasn't just this, there was that building pressure, ever so intense. She would have been fine with it, and known what to do with it when it broke out. Little goose flesh was appearing along her skin as the movements of her hips seemed to send a drop into the bucket that was her bliss. How long would it be until it ran over. "One more huh... the wait might not be that..." she'd been about to speak more. Between the uses of her tongue and mouth she was more than ready to find out what else Charlemagne would be offering. He'd claimed before he was from a different world and maybe he knew some things she didn't... she supposed she'd be finding out soon enough. How soon? Well, that random bite delivered to her shoulder was unlike anything they'd ever done together before. It wasn't violent enough to break the skin, but it was indeed enough extra sensation to send her canal into convulsions. It sent chill through her body and directly to her loins which pushed over that bucket sending her into the frenzy of climax without much additional work being required. Her hips wouldn't be moved of her own accord as she moaned into the side of Charlemagne's neck. It was quite enjoyable this method of sex she'd never experienced before.

[Bloodedge]

Though Charlemagne gave no verbal explanation of his plan, answers would be given in due time regardless. Those answers would remain silent ones, however. Angelica offered an announcement regarding the wait, though her clause was incomplete. Regardless, he picked up the meaning with ease. At the dawn of their next activity was something neither of them had previously experienced, but first...

A few lifts here, a few pumps there, and that bite unexpected by even Charlemagne himself ─ all accumulated into the moment he was waiting for. He felt that all too familiar clamp and an accompanying wetness that could mean only one thing ─ especially when paired with Angelica moaning against his neck the way she was. Just as she stated, there wasn't much of a wait at all. With that being the case, it was nigh time for Charlemagne's idea to reach fruition. "... Long?" he questioned through labored breaths, assuming the end of Angelica's earlier sentence as his movements slowed to a halt. Charlemagne's plan would be put into action without further wait. He lifted the goddess, breaking their connection and first turning her horizontally in his arms. "That'll do. Now... ready?"

With that question on the proverbial table, Charlemagne continued turning Angelica until she was vertical again... though this time, he'd turned her upside-down. Angelica would find her head floating just above his tool while he held her by the back, leaving her legs to rest against his shoulders. In this manner, he had a direct line of sight to her moist crevice. Though lacking both knowledge and guidance, it felt quite natural to present his tongue to that slit as if aiming to separate its fleshy folds via his own effort.

[Apollymi]

There was a sweet release for Angelica one she wouldn't fully recover from for a few moments yet. Damned be the moments of relaxation though. Charlemagne chose the moment to finish her incomplete sentence. All the while she was catching her breath waiting to try and speak. "Ah... yeah... something like that..." she murmured. Of course she couldn't help but simply enjoy herself. And now with reddened face she found herself near squirming as Charlemagne withdrew from her sex and asked her if she was ready. "Yeah, I'm ready you can..." she was going to tell him to put her down but... He didn't seem to apt to do this before, but he did mention having an idea. She assumed given his words it involved a positional change, but much to her surprise he didn't simply put her down and have her take a new position.

No, she was simply rearranged. Removed from his rod and rotated 180 degrees. She squealed not expecting to be manhandled in such a way, but also coming to terms immediately with enjoying the new impractical strength of the once human young man. To her, it was simply that he was living up to the potential of all those muscles he had. What was more by the time she opened her eyes, she found herself looking down upon his newly acquired cock. Fresh from her own insides and slathered in a combination of their juices. It was kind of intimidating if she was being honest. Still, she couldn't help but lick her lips, she found herself wandering over the idea of exploring it with her mouth and she was suddenly salivating. And just as Charlemagne thought it natural to use his tongue to part her folds... she found the natural inclination to let her tongue dangle from her mouth and drag along the flesh of his shaft. Of course, this would be interrupted by a moan, as the feeling of tongue against the flesh of her sex was something completely foreign and wholly new to her. "Whoa!" she managed to moan as those thighs of hers tightened over his shoulders. It would be this exclaimation which made Sakura finally stop focusing on the myriad of thoughts she was connecting enough to bring her attention properly back to the pair in front of her. This change in position was interesting and beyond that seemed quite far outside of the norms of Charlemagne's ideologies, but... she'd been paying attention and it was his idea. "Sou sou... that is a very interesting way to do that," she commented almost absently, now she was once again intently watching. She had the necessary conclusions to move on from and as such she could easily do her next set of experiments and hopefully gain much better results.