Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Bloodedge]

The fact that he'd managed to say anything at all was surprising even to Charlemagne. Neither of his experienced upbringings were conducive to anything he could have suggested or requested ─ especially the more recent one. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck for the young man that Angelica was so very forward. 'Whatever she wanted' equated to immediate exploration of his person. Their lips met again, and she spoke of forward progress against a thousand years of habits. Well... apparently progress was good, according to Angelica's own demands of earlier.

Angelica's hands began traversing the expanses of his torso, starting at the shoulders. Whether it was the daintiness of her fingertips or something to do with mana, he didn't know, but there was a certain tingle just under the skin everywhere she touched. If Charlemagne didn't know any better, he'd assume she had some form of mana magnet under each of her fingertips. He was squirming ever so slightly under every touch, all the way down his abdomen while Angelica seemed to almost be studying his build. "Are you..." He meant to question the presence of any magical influence, but it was all too late. The moment her fingers brushed over the tip of his manhood, Charlemagne froze. Well... that wasn't quite accurate. Most of his body froze, but his tool became quite rowdy. There was a peculiar twitch of the fingers buried in Angelica as well. Only after the warm embrace of her hand did he and those fingers relax again, though his mana seemed hellbent on traveling en masse toward his groin. Strange as that was, it felt oddly... pleasant.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was definitely studying the build of Charles. This was a thing of appreciation. He was a well put together young man and works of art were to be gazed upon. This was a simple matter for someone like Angelica. She was however present enough to notice the squirming of Charles under the scrutiny of her finger tips. She figured this was simply a reaction to her touch, but she wasn't doing anything in particular to make it happen. So when he opened his mouth to speak and didn't finish the sentence she questiond him. Even as his manhood was moved up and down the palm of her hand. Yet another thing she was appreciating.

"Did I, what? Something on your mind, Chuck?" she asked of the lad. Just the same the strange movements of his fingers seemed to be pushing her closer and closer towards a feeling similar to the one she'd achieved in the tent. She wondered if she should warn him, if it wasn't his intention to cause such an outbreak he should stop a bit... but then again, she also didn't get the point of foreplay. She knew that it felt good and had every intention of experiencing it. Ah, she could mostly ignore it for a moment or two longer, even as her nether clutched at his fingers, and added slickness seemed to hint at the coming flourish.

[Bloodedge]

A question unasked resulted in one sent his way. That much was to be expected. Charlemagne wasn't sure whether any magic was involved in this exchange or not, nor did he think it really mattered in the end. As for Angelica's question, one could easily say there was a lot on his mind. The problem was, he couldn't process any of it. Her hand was steadily moving up and down his shaft, and something else was moving with it. Was it natural? Was it instead mana? It could have been either, or even both. In reality though, it was primarily the latter.

"I uh... yes? No? A lot's happening, and I─ah!" Suddenly, he fell silent again. At least, he could be called silent so long as failed words counted. Otherwise, he was blurting out incoherencies as randomly as spasms overtook his body. There was an almost natural inclination to thrust his hips, though that didn't make much sense in his mind. Whatever that feeling was, he very much enjoyed it. "No problems here!" he blurted out. With all his writhing, there was a great danger. Charlemagne's physical showings were a bit more extreme than Angelica's, but her signs were also noticeable to the male. Did it mean what he thought, though? Perhaps. "So uh... is it just me, or? I've got a thing going on here... I think─?"

[Apollymi]

Angelica received no immediate answer to her question, but it didn't stop her from continuing what she was doing. Why would it? She was content, those little jumps in Charles mana were cute, and she could feel them beyond most things. Well, perhaps cute wasn't the right word, but she found it amusing how he was reacting to it. Once more she was made to gently reconsider how she was about teasing, she could at least see the merit in teasing him in such a way as an activity.

Whatever the case, he finally had something to say and it was that a lot was happening. Though that simple sentiment was punctuated by several breaks in speech. She smiled at him in a manner that was far from one which should have belonged to a Holy Princess, instead it likely looked like the more self-assured smile of a demoness. All the while she gently handled his manhood within her hands, only to have him blurt out that there were no problems. 'He really does make it really easy to tease him,' she thought. Ah, but he did have something more pressing to say, he was asking now about a feeling wondering if he was the only one who had it. "Hm, no... it isn't just you... it feels like it did earlier. I'm pretty close~" she mused. Hm, she had no idea the kind of power a sentence like that contained, just the same those gentle jumps of her insides became more and more consistent, even the movements of her hands did the same. Oh....

[Bloodedge]

Charles had an understanding of what was happening to himself, and apparently Angelica as well. While he couldn't grasp why it was occurring so soon, the way he felt left no room to argue. Ah, but there was something else ─ a mighty urge to act. That almost eerie, somehow seductive smile on Angelica's face wasn't helping either. "Alright. Not just me. Awesome. But I..."

As with many things this day, Charlemagne was unsure about the urge he felt. His mana itself was making demands, and it was taking no arguments. Charlemagne was probably better off mentioning this desire, but before he knew it, his fingers were removed from Angelica. He realized what was happening only after noticing that... his body had moved already. Suddenly, the male was hovering over Angelica, a supporting arm on either side of her body. There really was no fighting against that urge. He wasn't entranced, but he was... possessed in a way. "I feel like... like I should..." Nothing was making much sense. One would find Charlemagne reaching out to move one of Angelica's legs aside by the thigh, all while his body lowered. All these movements came even more easily than breathing. Whatever the cause of it, that burning desire would see him expelling his mana only after penetration. Why? He couldn't be sure, though the questions were very easily overpowered by action.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that both of these young people were well on their way to experiencing bliss together. Strangely, Charles was less sheepish than Angelica would have expected. Well, that wasn't entirely true, it seemed that when Charles was truly confronted by the urge that his body put forth, even he was forced to answer. How did he take this? Well, he moved himself and Angelica around a bit. He seemed to have something to say but didn't exactly get through it. Instead he took action, moving her body enough to send a girlish giggle from her lips.

He felt like he should do something. "Oh? I figured it'd be me, but go ahead~" she chimed, her body relaxed as she prepared for his entry. Such a thing if done would be tight, but not uncomfortable for either of them, aside from a tight squeeze. No matter, she was more than ready for what was to come. Her womb seemed to be resonating with just the idea, almost throbbing with the demand to be filled. Charles was present on either side of her body as well as lowering himself over her. It was great, they would do what was intended of them. He'd give her the power she needed to create and without as many arguments as he'd had against even their closeness earlier this day. Oh, yes, this was rather exciting, and now she was looking up at him appraising his body, this was becoming something she was thinking about.

[Bloodedge]

Was that some sort of flirt Angelica offered? That sounded like some sort of flirt, though it could have been taken as something else, Charlemagne thought. Perhaps she simply meant to say something else, like believing she would have been the one to move instead. Frankly, he'd been expecting that as well. The last thing on Charlemagne's mind was making any moves himself, and yet... there he was, looming over Angelica as their lower bodies drew closer and closer together by the moment.

"I'm not sure what you meant. But... I also figured it'd be you," he said, knowing the statement applied regardless of Angelica's meaning. It was without hesitation that he continued onward, his manhood seeming to line itself up quite naturally. For whatever reason, he had no need of stabilizing. Yet another magnetic effect of sorts was felt by Charlemagne, this one seeming to tug on his manhood and draw it toward Angelica's core. Just at the point of entry, Charlemagne found the only resistance he'd known outside of his own head. Well... it couldn't truly be called resistance at all. Entry was something filled with an all-consuming pressure that he felt well beyond even his shaft. Was his mana being squeezed as well?

No, that wasn't what he felt. His groin was the thing being squeezed so fervently, and his mana was all being pulled toward the very tip of his member. It was all happening with such rapidity, and from every inch of his body all at once. Oh... it wasn't simply mana either. Right, he'd been basically on the edge already; this was therefore a very different type of pull as well. "Uh─! I'm not sure this is what's supposed to happen now─" Charlemagne stated. Even with this sensation building rapidly, he was still plunging deeper into Angelica's womanhood. It seemed nothing would stop him from progressing ─ even his own end.

[Apollymi]

Was Angelica flirting? Well as much as she was capable of such a thing. Truly, she figured it would have been her, choosing to address directly the connection between their bodies. Even so, she was more than shocked it was Charles and beyond that she was... pleased. She appreciated how many of his old habits he had to be breaking to take such actions, even if they weren't truly conscious of him, she'd say it was more natural than denial which was good. Yes, that is how she chose to consider it. "I thought it was obvious, I figured I'd be the one to make this kind of connection," she mused happily. "Even so, I'm glad you're doing it~" she mused. She didn't mind allowing Charles this sort of freedom with her form. She wouldn't get in his way if something was his decision, especially when it would benefit them both.

Speaking of the decisions made with her happiness in mind, Charles began to push forward between her legs. It took him no real time to align himself and no real steadily to begin a delightfully agonizing push towards his goal. That gentle feeling of magnetism left her moaning, her hips shifting towards his forward push as if it was her desire to make the connection complete. Whatever the case, Charles seemed to question the impending feeling within his loins. Strangely, enough Angelica shared a similar feeling as the push forward increased the pressure in her loins by a great deal. She was almost certain that whenever the lad spilled his essence within her, she'd once again reach enlightenment, the sensation was similar enough already. Only, it had to be much greater as her walls clamped down around him as he pushed forward. It was such a great feeling. "Huh? Of course its supposed to be happening this way, don't stop now, I'm still really close to something amazing, I'm sure~" she moaned those words. She wasn't sure what he was having problems with, but she was certain it wasn't actually a problem. She'd be feeling great in just a moment, she was certain. The amount of hang-ups possessed by Charles would likely fade over time, she was sure of it.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, Angelica's statement was not a flirt so much as it was acknowledgment of the unexpected. He should have given that more consideration before opening his dumb mouth, but it seemed to work out well in the end either way. At least the verbal exchange went well. Physically, Charlemagne had entered a struggle he didn't know the solution to. His mana was behaving in a way he'd never experienced before, and his body was responding to it instead of his will. According to Angelica however, such was the way things were meant to go. . .

Ah. What a strange thing to hear. If Charlemagne recalled properly, the act of ejaculation was meant to be something males put off for as long as possible. This magical world was odd indeed if the opposite was expected. Then again, Angelica did understand mana transfers instead of sex, so perhaps her views were again just something different? That was always possible. "I'm pretty sure it's not! Mana transfers maybe, but anything else is supposed to last a bit─" Just before his statement reached its conclusion, Charlemagne reached the end of his initial thrust. In that moment, a simple tingle became something far more... explosive ─ literally. Charlemagne felt a powerful throb through his tool, which heralded an expulsion of reproductive fluids which didn't make any sense to him at all. "─longer!" he blurted out as this occurred. How strange. From Charlemagne's own perspective, his manhood had suddenly become more akin to a faucet. He knew how it was meant to feel; it should have been a simple spurt or three. It was meant to be pleasant, albeit fleeting. This, on the other hand, was a physical manifestation of bliss that felt like he was sacrificing half of his bodily fluids to Angelica's interior, as if he'd turned a faucet and broken the dial off. What was the cause? Was there such thing as too pleasant? Whether there was or not, the current situation was almost frightening. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles inched forward and Angelica did the same. Strangely the coming of the expulsion of his mana was apparently something he thought wasn't supposed to happen. Given what he had to say, Angelica could assume that sex was meant to be something done just for the sensations and added bonding. Yes, that made sense, but mana transfers were for power and creation. They were answering the call of creation so anything else seemed indulgent. That being said...

She couldn't deny how good everything felt, and after he finally managed to get his sentence out and before she could speak again, her body was clamping down upon his as he spilled like a faucet within her person. It was such a good sensation, she moaned her happiness as her body relaxed and she felt the wash of her own climax over her body. She relaxed soon after seemingly pleased by the full and warming sensation. It was delightful and she was so very powerful immediately after, that she was sure that she could connect to her mother with the greatest of ease Ah, but she still needed to answer him, huh? Well, she leaned up to him while he recovered from his bliss, her own breaths coming out rather short and sweet and she'd kiss his lips. "Well, then it would make more sense to just keep going after you answer the call..." she explained her rather simplistic thoughts. If he was concerned about an early spillage then he could simply keep going. From what she could feel of him, it wasn't as if he was physically incapable of continuing. And if she was being honest, she was kind of interested in knowing what the difference was between the human's idea of sex and the mana transfer that had been explained to her as a child. A gentle shifting of her hips occurred as she encouraged the lad's continued movement. She was definitely fine with continuing from this point forward.

[Bloodedge]

For a moment, Charlemagne's mind was completely blank. He felt as if he'd lost a great deal of energy in only a few moments, and Angelica apparently expected him to keep going? How?! That sort of thing wasn't possible outside of fantasy. Sure, they were in a fantasy world, but that sort of thing was surely well beyond Charlemagne's ability. Well... that was his line of thinking, at least. He couldn't be made to believe there was any continuation. If anything, he could probably keep Angelica going until he regained stamina. "I don't think it works like that, but I guess I could try something. . ."

Or... none of that thought process would matter at all. When Angelica's hips moved again, Charlemagne seemed shocked. He realized in an instant that there was no loss of rigidity to his tool. It seemed Charlemagne's mana was nowhere near done despite what should have been his natural limitations. Ah, but the moment would be accompanied by one more oddity. One particular beat of Charlemagne's heart swelled his mana alongside it. Charlemagne felt that beat in the depths of his own soul, and the quality of his very existence seemed to shift temporarily. One could almost say the lad had shattered and come back together in the same second. With that, his hips were moving again before he knew it. He withdrew, he thrusted forward again, and he began repeating the process. His hips were undoubtedly moving of their own accord, yet Charlemagne was wholly conscious and allowing his body to do as it pleased. In fact, he even sought Angelica's lips with his own once more, totally of his own accord while these motions continued. Those reprehensions were slipping away bit by bit.

[Apollymi]

Charles was so misguided. It was strange that he'd question something like the mechanics of his body, but Angelica had already come to the conclusion he simply didn't truly understand its functionality. As she told him to progress, he said he'd try something, but the movements of her own hips seemed to make something click in his head. He began moving of his own accord once more seemingly with more vigor. She could feel the movement of his mana, and then the movement of his tool, it was interesting.

Well, that wasn't enough of a descriptor. The extra movement and constant plunging definitely felt good. Way better than just fingers, and seemed to fill her quite a bit. He plunged repeatedly giving her new sensations to experience as she began meeting his thrusts with her own hips. There was something of a pleasurable sensation and the building of extra pressure which she'd come to understand. it was the feeling that should be aimed for during mana transfer, but also during sex. Charles would further encurage these feelings by bringing their lips together. She couldn't even be bothered to part with him to express herself. Instead a gentle moan just left her own mouth against his. Oh? Was this truly so enjoyable.

[Bloodedge]

Never would Charlemagne be capable of explaining the events of today. His soul couldn't have been the same anymore. Whether that shift was a sign of damnation, ascension, or any other random thing didn't really matter to him now. He was floating through space again. That star previously warming his face was something now pressed against his body, and all that warmth was entering his groin before traveling through his system. Every thrust spread it more and more. This had to be what enlightenment felt like.

Charlemagne wasn't the only one moving, it seemed. From what he managed to feel beyond his own groin, Angelica's hips were shifting independently of his, all toward the same purpose. Wait, did that mean he wasn't doing enough? Surely it was a sign of dissatisfaction ─ a sign that he should have been accomplishing more by thrusting alone. Charlemagne was on cloud nine at the time, but Angelica's movements were interpreted as such. What more could he do then? He didn't want to look like some idiot just flopping about on top of someone, yet his body was determining its own movements.

Maybe... just maybe, he could fix the problem that existed in his mind by joining his self-serving body. Yes! It seemed to work once the decision was made. His mind and body harmonized, and every piston became something more purposeful as opposed to mechanical. A few of such movements shifted Charlemagne enough that a forced parting of lips occurred. Each time though, he went right back on the offensive. There had to be something else he could do for effectiveness. At the moment, his mind was racing and getting nowhere fast. Charlemagne was already confused as to how he was still erect; that wasn't helping him process new thoughts. How would he manage?

[Apollymi]

Angelica was being satisfied by the events of today. She'd originally figured it would have taken much more work to get Charles on to the same line of thinking that she already head. Perhaps, she would have consulted other women first and came to understand the human method of sex first, but she took no issue with them exploring this today.

Either way, the movements of her hips wasn't a thing done out of lack of satisfaction. It was done simply because movement seemed the right course of action to take. She could feel something building up again and chasing such a feeling was the right thing to do. But apparently such movements seemed to only encourage Charles to move more. His thrusts seemed to get more intense and each one that knocked them apart for a brief moment seemed to bring a gentle aching pulse to Angelica's loins. She moaned in response before their lips were brought back together. She couldn't help but react to such actions. Of course, there were many things to be said about this approach, well... she should likely encourage him a bit right? "Umph, Charlie keep going I'm almost there~" she whispered those words as the truth they were. She was actually having a very good time. This 'sex' thing wasn't at all bad. It seemed like a good way to bond and get the necessary tools for creation, a double win.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne truly believed his overall approach was lacking at present. It seemed he would have to come up with something to make this experience enjoyable for both parties. Of all possible things, that was the only cause he could think of for Angelica's additional movement. Perhaps he could make use of his hands in some way. Yes, that could probably make up for his apparently terrible stroking!

Alternatively, there could have been nothing wrong with his movements at all. Angelica spoke as their lips separated, urging him to keep going. How confusing. Did that mean he was doing something right after all? He could only assume so, surprising though Angelica's statement was. "Huh, really?!" he blurted out, sharing a thought not meant to be verbalized. Whatever the case, he supposed there was no point in trying to change things if they were actually working. As such, Charlemagne's hips maintained the apparent status quo. He wasn't finding it very easy to survive, but that didn't seem to matter either. Apparently, he could just keep going, if the earlier situation were to be used as a baseline.