Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Bloodedge]

If Charlemagne happened to be dreaming at the time, it was soon to become a very strange one. Upon being greeted by the very first glimpses of consciousness, his ears caught wind of Angelica's moaning. That sound invaded his dream and interrupted whatever process he was going through during it, causing a waking already hastened by all he felt. He mumbled again, eyes moving whilst lidded. As his eyes began opening, prior to the blur disappearing from his vision, it seemed he had something to say. "To... sa..."

Whatever words he meant to string together were lost as Charlemagne realized where he was, and what was happening. The disappearing fog heralded the visage of Angelica, her full nudity, and that massive veil of hair that almost functioned as a tent for him presently. "Eh? Angie?" he questioned. Just then, Charlemagne's eyes shifted down. Doing so allowed him to take in the full breadth of the Holy Princess's nudity, and moreover... the fact that they probably hadn't been separated while sleeping. Even if they had been, Angelica had obviously woken with a few plans in mind. "What are y─ahah!" he babbled. Well, one could surmised that they were at it again this morning. Charlemagne obviously had no real say in the matter, but... he also wasn't offering any complaints. Whatever that dream of his was, any importance had been lost instantaneously.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that Charles had been trying to say something. Whatever it was initially it wasn't completed. Instead the lad seemed to be struggling with what was happening as he woke. His first complete thought was questioning Angelica about the activity she was currently engaged in. She'd recently come to a halt as she'd experienced a grand flourish which left her core choking that which was buried in her depths.

She looked down her body at the lad with a smile on her face seemingly excited that he was now amongst the woken of the day. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his forehead. "Good, you're finally awake. Well, that's probably wrong to say, you've been awake inside for quite a while," she mused seeming to be referring to the strange pulsing initially caused by his mana. Not that it mattered, she was content to restart the shifting of her hips. She'd go on to comment on his rather sudden lack of words. "Did you have something to ask, Chuck?" An innocent question while she moved her hips in his lap in a manner which was objectively not innocent at all. Just the same, she could easily continue as she was until such a time as he was certain what kind of activity he wanted to commit.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne never expected such a mind-blowing event to occur during his moments of waking. He had enough surprises on the previous day, but apparently, he was due to start the new morning in an even more shocking manner. That sudden clamp around his tool was all it took to blank Charlemagne's mind, making the shock of the morning a thing of the past. No longer would he be concerned about what was happening. Rather, he'd henceforth concern himself with what would come next. That would most likely be him... in a manner of speaking. . .

Ah, but Angelica had things to say. He'd been awake within for some time, apparently. That much was a given if one considered how Angelica managed to wake him. She also wondered if he had something to ask. Did he? There may have been something, but everything was blending together... in the background, where it belonged. "Uh... maybe?" Charlemagne said before taking note of Angelica's movements ─ specifically the nature of how her hips shifted. In that very moment, any question he previously had was replaced by something far more important. Of course, that came along with a few incoherent mutterings beforehand. "Where did you figure out how to do that?" he asked. At the time, he seemed to have fixated on Angelica's lower half. His eyes were focused, and that normally repetitive throbbing gained both frequency and intensity. Just the same, his hips were subconsciously shifting upward with every fall of Angelica's.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that Angelica would have a few moments to continue her ride before Charles actually managed to get around to asking whatever question had popped into his mind upon waking. Of course, she could only be curious about his thoughts as he'd yet to say anything negative about her current activity. She hadn't even entertained the idea of this being an inappropriate way for the lad to wake. And just the same she'd had time to figure out how to enjoy the position she was currently in.

Ironically enough, it would be the exact nature of her current activity which Charles managed to question. The movements of her hips didn't pause at all. She seemed to think about it a bit, as it was a sort of process though not one which had required a lot of thought at all. She supposed she'd never done it before and had no reason to assume that it would be an unknown thing. Humans did have to make babies, so perhaps this was something which was common knowledge in some way. "Well, I rolled us over when I stretched... and it seemed like it was time. And you did all the moving before so I figured I should do the most of it while I'm on top," she mused. "And then I started moving so I did what felt good... so basically I figured it out in the moment," she said coming to the conclusion about this thing. "Is it good for you too this way?" she asked knowing that her movements were mostly selfish even as her body was colliding with his as she lowered herself into his rising groin and lifted it off as he retreated. Such was a good way and she was rather close to another little explosion.

[Bloodedge]

Speaking of being close to explosions, Charlemagne was en route to yet another himself. He'd only been awake for a matter of moments. He didn't know how long Angelica had been straddling him. All he knew was that a very familiar feeling was building. Angelica explained how she'd evolved things to this position, giving him no insight about the time spent, but all necessary information regarding the development itself. Upon hearing her words, Charlemagne considered it a very primal way of developing a new sex position. Surely this was exactly how the humans of old did so, right?

No matter. Angelica's decision showed her sense of fairness, which anyone with sense could only appreciate. The fact that she reached a position widely considered a staple among sexual encounters was incredible in a way, and strangely wholesome by the method she'd chosen. Ah, and there was the question of whether it was good for Charlemagne or not. Clearly all was well for Angelica, considering she hadn't stopped moving all this time. For Charlemagne, well... he did start moving in the middle of it all. "Ah ─ well... yeah. Everything so far has been good for me. I mean, I expected something great any time I thought about it... but I didn't expect any of it to feel so awesome," he explained, managing coherence in his honesty.

Of course, the honesty of Charlemagne's mouth was hardly necessary at this point. There was an amount of moisture to be found between Angelica's folds which didn't wholly originate from her. He'd been leaking for a few moments, and excessively at that. Yet another occurrence went beyond the male's understanding. At least he understood one thing. . . "That might not mean the same thing for you, though. I don't know how long you've been going, but I'm not going to last much longer─"

[Apollymi]

Angelica's movements seemed to match Charles, as she established a ride she quite enjoyed. She'd been at this activity, long enough to have climaxed once already and as such the next build up was rather swiftly on its way due to the added friction caused by the lad below moving against her. Even so, she was pleased as she explained her process and glad to know that Charles was enjoying her actions. It wouldn't have been very fair at all if one of them was having more fun than the other. A smile spread across her face and she found herself leaning into him again to peck his lips before she sat back up. "Good, I'm glad you like it too... what I was doing earlier was I imagine a bit more... a tiny bit more selfish. It felt like I was chasing that mind clearing sensation~" she mused about her time spent moving around and grinding/riding in Charles's lap. And giving the slightest hint that she'd been at this for quite a few moments before he woke.

Moving on from that, it seemed that her movements and his combined were good enough for Charles to be nearing the end of his rope so to speak. That wasn't really a problem and given it was working she kept up the movements as she'd been doing for the entirety of his waking. "Well... that really isn't a problem, I am pretty sure it'll happen for me again when you let it out inside~" she mused. This was still mana transfer, but she assumed humans had a different word for it. She'd either ask someone about it later or figure it out in a moment. But she'd still said something that was accepting of the inevitable outcome of the lad spilling his seed within her, again.

[Bloodedge]

Once again, Angelica expressed her sense of fairness. According to her, the earlier part of her ride had been a bit more selfish than the present. Charlemagne quirked a brow upon hearing this truth. "That's cool. I promise, even if you're moving completely for you, I'll have a great time. I can't imagine any other result," he admitted. The way he felt now, Charlemagne was beyond certain there were no potential negatives to bedding Angelica. Well, maybe there'd be some hell-related trip for him in the future, but he'd try avoiding that by other means at this point.

Moving on, Charlemagne's lips were graced by Angelica's once more. Only then did he gain the sense to act, taking hold of her upper arms with both hands. It felt only natural now to be a bit more proactive ─ especially as they'd technically been linked at the groin all night. With that in mind, Angelica's kiss was met by a somewhat... hungrier variant presented by Charlemagne. It wasn't meant to have such intensity, but the moment he acted, there was a sudden urgency even he hadn't expected. He was attacking Angelica's lips before he knew it, abandoning any rebut to her words in favor of something better. His tongue was prodding away at her mouth at the first sign of an opening. Charlemagne knew of something called a French kiss, but not that it originally stemmed from swapping mana orally.

So then, why did he seek the space within Angelica's mouth? Perhaps it had to do with his body and soul's reactions to her words. Angelica spoke of her climax being expected the moment he released his own within her. Something about that idea being shared verbally in the moment was... among the greatest things Charlemagne had ever heard. His body seemed willing to respond immediately in its own way, naturally by expelling the exact fluid Angelica sought amidst a series of spastic, lower-body jerking motions. Once again strange for Charlemagne, was the realization that he wasn't producing less of it each time. In fact... it may have been more, now that he was focused and thinking clearly.

[Apollymi]

Angelica expressed what she thought was the truth of her previously chosen positional choices. Even so, there was a rather comforting claim made by Charles that even if she moved only for herself, he didn't imagine not enjoying it as well. That was a heart-warming thing to hear. She did carry a base need to balance the scales as it were. She didn't wish to be greedy nor apathetic when it came to Charles. No, instead she wished to deal with him on equal terms as much as possible. Even so, she felt like the goodness of their relationship was a bit of give and take on both sides.

So what was being given? After she spoke on the idea of being able to reach other flourish simply by virtue of Charles depositing his building one within her, she found that he'd begun moving a bit more vigorously. It was like he was excited by the prospect. What was more, he'd gripped her arms and began to kiss her with a bit more urgency than she'd know in their previous moments. His tongue found its way into her mouth and it was a rather surprising sensation. Even so, she found herself rubbing against the invader, gently at first, but then with more reason as the sensation of her loins built up faster and faster. And then, it happened, Charles spilled himself within her, and she found herself coming to a stop, slamming him home within her person and clamping down upon his manhood. All the while she was moaning her climax directly into Charles mouth as their mana mixed together. It was such an intimate thing and it was just as entertaining as any other time they'd connected their bodies together.

Filled as she was, Angelica was glowing and practically brimming with energy soon after. But found herself searching for breath while her body came to relax against, Charles's fore. "That was... really good, I think... amazing." she murmured against his chest. Their bodies still pressed together as she tried to recover but also consciously enjoyed being in such close proximity.

[Bloodedge]

As his seed was spilled into Angelica's undercarriage for a third time without any removal, the sensible part of Charlemagne's brain had one question: Where did it all go? He felt as if there was so much each time, he couldn't imagine there still being room for it all. Was it some magical absorption? Maybe it just felt like a lot more than it truly was; keeping up with how things worked in this magical world was difficult. Besides, he had bigger things to concern himself with, such as his own surprise maneuvers and Angelica's equally surprising reciprocation.

Alas, all things seemed so fleeting. A dance of tongues lasted only for the duration of shared orgasm, which itself seemed to squeeze an additional spurt of seed from Charlemagne's groin. Their mana swirled and intertwined to such an extent that even Charlemagne could tell what was happening... mostly. This must have been what Heroic Spirits felt like ─ at least in terms of energy transference. Either way, the separation of their mouths resulted in Angelica offering commentary. It seemed she'd managed to enjoy herself. Charlemagne was sure he'd be in that boat regardless, but the certainty of it all this time was unquestionable. "Haah... yeah. Same. I feel like a different person. I didn't even do anything," he said. Loosening his grip on Angelica's arms, Charlemagne found one of his hands resting atop her head, which itself had found a place on his chest. He didn't understand how she was tolerating the heavy rise and fall of his ribcage, but if she was alright with that, he had no complaints about her being there. Besides... "Eh... I don't think I can move─"

[Apollymi]

Were did all of the seed spilled into Angelica go? Well, technically into her body, circulating around because the truth of 'semen' or 'bodily fluids' in general were that they were mostly mana. So it'd be absorbed into the body of a creator as they were meant to accept and receive mana as much as possible. That didn't matter though, she'd easily find herself not leaking an enormous amount of fluids from her body. Regardless, Charles's hands moved from her sides to one resting atop her head while the other was on his own chest.

He did seem quite winded but she didn't have any problem with the struggles of his breathing or anything like that. Actually, she was quite fond of this post coital cuddling. He claimed he hadn't even done anything but he felt like a different person. "Hm, you feel a bit different than before, but not new... I don't know if that makes sense," she said not knowing how to qualify the difference in the way he felt now, versus how he had even just yesterday afternoon. Beyond this, he went on to claim only that he didn't think he could move. "Ugh, if I am being honest, I am pretty sure I can't either..." she said giggling. She'd stay where she was a few more minutes before purposefully but gently dislodging the man from her depths and rolling casually into his side after doing so... "Alright so... given that it's morning someone will probably be by to get us eventually. Want to have a bath or something?" she asked not knowing what else to do with their abundant energy and current spare time.

[Bloodedge]

In the wake of a technically night-long sexual encounter, the pair relaxed and conversed. Charlemagne equated the scene to something one would see in a movie. Given how he felt, he imagined many in his old world had a small sample of euphoria, and pushed to replicate what they imagined its ultimate form was when creating fiction. Here he was, living the dream. Charlemagne would have expected himself to be over the moon about such an experience in its aftermath, but instead he was fully relaxed and at peace with the world.

Apparently, neither party had it in them to move at the moment. Well, Charlemagne took no issue with lying still for a while longer. Angelica took the liberty of extricating herself from his groin, moving over to his side with a simple roll. In doing so, she wound up atop his arm, which wrapped around the princess's shoulder almost naturally. "Oh, awesome. I was expecting to be the only one," he mused. True enough, someone was sure to arrive eventually for the purpose of collecting them. His coronation would be this day, after all. Charlemagne hoped for a bit of time to investigate the current mystery surrounding Jeanne d'Arc, but part of him wanted to lie in bed all day, skipping everything else. Hell, even going for a bath seemed like too much a chore. "I wouldn't mind one... if I could move. I don't see myself wanting to do that until I have to, though. . ."

[Apollymi]

Charles and Angelica spent the moments after dislodging cuddled up in their shared afterglow. According to Charles, he was surprised that it wasn't just him that suffered from the indolence induced by their previous bout of sexual activity. Beside him with his arm wrapped around her Angelica spoke her head resting on his shoulder and her body in close proximity to his. "Of course it wasn't just you..." she stated as if it was obvious. She wasn't at all used to the type of activities that they'd been enjoying together. Though she'd received the greatest energy from their exchange, her body felt as if moving immediately wasn't the right call. Lethargy was something she didn't experience often but it felt right in their shared bliss.

When she offered a bath, she'd done so for the sake of making them move. Though Charles himself didn't seem interested in moving much at all. "I also don't feel like getting up, but I figured I'd make the offer and force myself to get up if you did~" she said. Ah, what a strange use of Angelica's inborn sense of fairness. Of course, she found herself further relaxing into Charles side. "Fine, most people can't just burst in or anything. Or wouldn't..." she mused seemingly fine with taking the super relaxed approach to the day.

[Bloodedge]

And so, relaxation was the thing to focus on for the time being. Neither of them felt like getting out of bed, uncommon as that was for both parties. Charlemagne took a deep breath once the decision to laze about was agreed upon. A bit of rest and relaxation was nice every now and then, and he'd been enjoying a fair amount of it for the past 24 hours. "You don't have to make yourself get up. Sometimes it is better to do nothing. Let's enjoy a minute of peace before life gets hectic again," he said while stretching lightly.

In total, the new couple had about two hours of relaxation time to spare. At roughly the two hour mark, Floor 99 would be visited by the tallest of Charlemagne's associates by far. Fierabras the elf stood in front of the Sapphire Palace, sans weaponry and armor. He appeared to be sporting the official robes of the Holy Templar Order. One couldn't be very surprised; he was part of the group answering directly to the new Holy Emperor. Unlike some of his peers, Fierabras did not enjoy a close enough relationship with the Holy Princess to seek her directly. Since Charlemagne was likely wherever Angelica would be found, this man sought one of the latter's servants to send her way. The time had come. The Twelve Peers of Charlemagne had already been called to Floor 100. All they needed for the coronation was Charlemagne himself, as well as the would-be Holy Empress. Surely there would be no complications. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles had more life based advice for Angelica. He claimed that she should relax while she could because their lives could get hectic again. Perhaps, it was good indeed to take some time and enjoy these moments of silent and lazy relaxation. She'd enjoy it that way, cuddled up with the lad for a couple of hours in post-coital bliss.

All of this until of course, the interruption they knew was coming ended up here. They'd be called upon by one of Angelica's own personal servants, who called up to let them know of the arrival of someone called, Fierabras. Angelica didn't recognize the name, but assumed he was one of Charlemagne's people. She stretched in bed and gave something of a request. "Alright. We'll be down in a bit, serve tea in the meantime," Angelica mentioned. Of course, there would be quick baths and dressing before the pair made their way down Angelica's tower. Though they'd not truly prepared for the interruption, Angelica was far from off put by the wait. Out in the gardens a pot of tea and a few cups were waiting. Fierabras could partake if he wished, but Angelica would be content to take Charles downstairs at his leisure. "Do you want or need anything in particular? If not we can head down when you're ready..." she mentioned as she stood in her closet placing layers of clothes onto herself. She was content to be lead down another rainbow type path.

[Bloodedge]

During his wait, Fierabras was approached once more by a servant of Angelica's. He was told of tea being served in the gardens, and subsequently escorted to that very place. He supposed he'd be sitting around with tea for a bit. He somehow managed to situate himself comfortably while waiting for Angelica and the man of the hour's arrival.

Said arrival would occur eventually, but only after a time of bathing and dressing. Charlemagne eventually stood by the foot of Angelica's bed, equipping his graves while leaving other pieces of armor behind. Considering there would soon be a coronation, he doubted he'd be keeping the same clothes for very long. Throwing on all that armor would be a waste. With everything excess left in a neat pile beside the bed, he stretched. "I don't need anything. Honestly, I'm just ready to get this over with. There's still so much to do," he stated. Moving about was still a minor annoyance, but he could manage for the time being. "Besides, Fier isn't the most patient guy around. He's always really chill about stuff, but he gets a little... different when he's been waiting around doing nothing."