Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Apollymi]

The connection between the various words and phrases used to describe sex seemed to be made by both of these individuals. Angelica was coming to understand the difference between how older higher order beings saw their actions and how humans saw their actions. She figured these things were lost as purpose seemed to be neglected. In her own case, she would not be giving up on her purpose and she'd answer the sensations of her body as they presented themselves. Right now for instance, she was stripping out of her clothes and watching Charles do the same. Even while separated she still felt her strange desires. Beyond this it seemed that Charles also understood what she meant, and though he seemed to be quite out of it, he had yet to disagree to her current demands. He was stepping forward while stripping himself of his clothes and she was standing still, her breasts bouncing free of a top which she pulled over her head. Her body shifting out of pair of pants which she barely registered needing in the first place.

The idea of her bedroom being covered in discarded clothing didn't even register to Angelica. Instead she would be naked and ready to reach out and touch Charles when he was within arms reach again. The feeling of making contact with his bare skin was something which sent a strange amount of throbbing through her body. Yes, that echoing feeling was definitely something that needed quelling. She would be sure to make it happen. "It is the right thing to do," she confirmed feeling as if it was the easiest thing to agree to. The explanations of things she'd been given said that first should be kissing to make sure their mana were properly tuned to each other. She was quite certain she could feel him even from here, but she'd been gaining enough understanding to simply want her lips to meet Charles's. She leaned up pressing her body into his wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders aiming to press their lips together, feeling like it might help sate the feelings she was currently having.

[Bloodedge]

Angelica agreed and reiterated that the right path was being taken here. There wouldn't be any questions from Charlemagne, who continued moving forward like some man on a long journey. He hadn't even gotten his pants down by the time they were in arms' reach of each other, which left him half-clothed by the time Angelica reached out. He hesitated. No, that wasn't right. It was not hesitation that occurred when Angelica's arms wrapped around his neck, but instead an unexpected pause. There was that unexplained pulse again.

The pulse could wait, assuming its purpose was not directly aligned with Charlemagne's own. Regardless of anything else going on, there was a goal to meet. He couldn't let himself be distracted by a bit of skin contact and Angelica's ─ once again ─ fully-exposed form. No, those pants had to be discarded as well. Strangely enough, walking all the way from the observatory to the bedroom had done nothing to reduce his erection. With that being the case, pulling his pants down took a bit of effort. Once he'd gotten them over his crotch however, they fell directly to the floor and left his manhood jutting out in Angelica's direction ─ even pressing against her pelvis as the space between them closed. It was about that time that Angelica's lips pressed against Charlemagne's own, seeming to reactivate his sense. He still didn't freak out or anything with a functional mind. No, Charlemagne instead sank into the moment, his lips puckered against Angelica's, and his hands planted themselves on either side of her lower torso.

[Apollymi]

Charles took a long journey towards Angelica actually managing to make his way to her, and discard his pants. He still wasn't exactly arguing with her about the steps they were taking. What was more, he seemed to be very specifically moving towards her. After she opened her arms to him, he seemed to settle quite a bit into her. There was nothing between them now, and she could feel him pressed against her, moreover he seemed to be apt to kiss her back. His lips puckered against hers and she seemed to melt into his body. Ah, since they were here and together now, she felt a bit more settled.

And now it was her turn to move. She'd rather gently turn the pair of them, taking steps to move both of them towards her bed. She wasn't in any rush though, perhaps she'd been both right and wrong. With Charles hands on her waist she felt rather strangely. She didn't really know how to describe it, but within his grasp felt safe. Eventually those little steps would take them to her bed likely leaving the lad to fall against the softness of giant swan down as she fell against him. Such would be what broke their kiss, but she was certain she didn't actually need to harmonize their mana. Even so, she liked the way his lips felt against hers... perhaps that was weird. Regardless, she was content to progress in whatever way that was to happen.

[Bloodedge]

Only for a few moments did Charlemagne certainly know where he was, and what he was doing. While their lips remained pressed against each other, he couldn't feel his own body at all. Only the mana flowing through him, between them even, could properly register to him. That is, until their lips separated. Such was a time that Charlemagne became fully aware of his normal senses again, and suddenly, he was... falling? Ah, it seemed he'd been moved and tipped onto the bed. Angelica was to land on him then, finally giving Charlemagne an opportunity to realize they were both very... naked. Well... that was cool, right?

As a matter of fact, it was. His hands found themselves on Angelica's hips again, only feeling natural in that particular space. He was starting to comprehend how this ordeal was called the 'Call of Creation' after all; one could almost hear their own mana making demands in his current experience. Something was telling him to throw all caution to the wind and find his place within the Holy Princess. Of course, Charlemagne had more sense than that. Anyone with half a brain knew preparation was key. Alas, the current positioning didn't really lend to that notion. "Shouldn't this be... different? I mean, how is either of us supposed to reach anything like this?" he wondered aloud.

[Apollymi]

Both of these individuals were nude and both seemed to be moving towards some unspoken goal. After falling backward onto her bed, it seemed the separation between the pair was enough to leave Charles actively questioning several things. Shouldn't this be different? She'd not considered this in a different way, she also currently had no idea what he wanted to reach or how. Again, in the fairness she maintained in at least hearing the lad out, she supposed figuring out how best to go about this so it was good for both of them was the best possible option. Still, she'd express her confusion as she rolled them gently to the side. "What are you trying to reach? I can't say I truly understand what you mean, but you can show me..." she mused.

Ah, but this was another difference in education and physiology. One which Charles would likely find out in the moment or Angelica would end up explaining. The state of her body at the point of wanting to create was 'ready to receive'. One would find her loins and body generally accepting of his body and tool without any extra work being necessary. Even so, she wasn't the type to ruin his sensibilities so if there was something he wished to do as preparation she would find out what it was and experience it with him. This was at least partly the point of their interaction as such regardless.

[Bloodedge]

When asked about their ability to reach things, Angelica rotated the pair of them. Charlemagne was still facing the woman, albeit while each of them were on their sides. Angelica wondered what he was trying to reach, as if such a thing wasn't obvious. How was it not obvious? There were only a few places in need of reaching, at least as preparation was concerned. Ah, but Angelica wanted to be shown what he meant. She meant to make it a little awkward, didn't she?

"Uh. Well..." All at once, Charlemagne reverted from the 1,000+ year-old adventurer and soon-to-be Holy Emperor, back to a somewhat nerdy teenage boy living in Japan. His hand moved tentatively, tapping at one of Angelica's thighs as it felt its way around. "Isn't there supposed to be like... something going on around..." Well, that sentence wouldn't reach its conclusion immediately. In the middle of speaking, Charlemagne had managed to locate the space between Angelica's legs ─ at which point his hand rose until he found... great warmth. That much was to be expected, but were his fingers meant to be so dampened at first contact? The shock he experienced was palpable. "Uh... what?" he questioned. Surely something was supposed to lead into this, right? Was there even more to the mechanics of this magical world he didn't know about?

[Apollymi]

Did Angelica mean to make any of this awkward? No. In fact, she wanted to be shown what he meant, simply because she didn't know what kind of conclusion to jump to about this preparation thing. Ah and soon enough he was tapping against her thigh which led to her opening up the space between the legs. Okay, so he was reaching between her legs apparently aiming to find some level of preparation for her. His actions were a bit tentative at first, but once he touched her he seemed to be quite surprised. Oh, so that is what he was on about, was this another one of those strange differences between humans and other beings? Probably, well, she didn't mind him touching her so directly and found it a bit stimulating in its own way, but strangely it wasn't really necessary.

"Oh, I wondered what you were talking about..." she said seeming to have some understanding. "For the act of mana transfer, or sex as you'd call it, as long as I decide to accept, I can do so immediately..." she explained. "I don't know about humans or anything, but don't let that stop you... I don't dislike you touching me," she explained. He could play around and rub between her legs all he liked. Her own physiology didn't require extra stimulation, but she also hadn't been told she would like it. She did so she had no problem accepting it as well. So she'd lean in and kiss his face and neck leaving open the space between her legs and whatever else he wished to touch for whatever reason. Humans were strange, but she couldn't deny they might have figured out something extra about mana transfers that was missing from her more advanced physiology. And she was fine with using their combined knowledge to have a good time with the person she wished to have a good time with.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne couldn't have been more confused if he tried. Was he actually one of those legendary, super hot guys who women were just ready to bed the moment they laid eyes on him? What was it... panty-dropper? Was he the mythical panty-dropper guy? No, that didn't make sense in any reality he could think of. It had to be some random mumbo jumbo about Angelica's existence. Whatever the case, he couldn't pull his hand away from that crevice of moisture it managed to find. Much to the contrary in fact, he pressed further into it.

Angelica claimed she could be prepared for mana transfer simply by making the decision. He would have, could have, and probably should have questioned that, but he wouldn't. In the moment, it was... cool. He could do exactly what he felt like doing in that case! Alas, Charlemagne couldn't stop the exploration of his fingers. It seemed Angelica didn't care to have him stop either, so onward he went to discovering a variety of textures tucked away behind a cushion of flesh. "That sounds like a cheat skill to me. Cool. Honestly though, I don't have a clue what I'm doing," he admitted.

[Apollymi]

This moment was interesting. It was awkward a bit, but also intimate and sweet. Charles seemed to think over what Angelica had to say about the way her body worked, and came to the conclusion that it was a cheat skill. Even so, he didn't stop prodding her canal with his fingers. He thought it was cool that she was like this, that was for the best. Even so he claimed to have no real idea what he was doing. Those prodding motions were quite acceptable so perhaps she'd just explain how she felt.

"It isn't a cheat. I assume that others like me work the same way," she stated. Her father's explanation made it sound like it was the case that she'd always be capable of this and that the one who matched her would do the same. She'd have some residual questions for other women later, but for now... her insides were tightening around fingers which intruded and small moans left her lips. "As for not knowing what to do... I don't really know either, but we can figure it out together. I like that by the way, you can keep doing it~" she shared. Interestingly enough, being a bit strange might make this a bit better for them both. As Angelica didn't have normal amounts of shame about her sexual endeavors she'd be rather honest about enjoying or not... anything they did together. They could progress at their leisure and she would be fine with it.

[Bloodedge]

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Charlemagne had heard something along those lines many a time during both his lives, so here he was now, moving fingers that had no earthly idea what their greater purpose was. Angelica took the time to insist she had no cheat skill, and assumed others such as herself functioned the same way she did. Either way, he felt a certain tightening around his two most extended fingers, which twitched in response to the sudden grip.

Since it was stated that Angelica didn't dislike what he was doing, Charlemagne figured it was something worth continuing. It wasn't as if he could stop anyway. Already when he tried to move, he was gripped as if to keep him in place. His fingers found their way into a chasm at some point, and there they would seemingly stay for some time. Exploration was part of being an adventurer after all, so he'd go about exploring a cave by Angelica's own request. "So you like it? Well... if you want," he said tentatively, his fingers curling and extending repeatedly within a strange, new and fleshy domain.

[Apollymi]

For once in her life, Angelica was along for one of Charles's adventures. She'd never been able to accompany him while he did something new, but here and now theyw ere both engaging in completely new territory. Those fingers within her body were clutched by the natural inclinations of her body as he reached a certain spot. She wasn't sure why humans engaged in such manual stimulation but she was sure they were onto something. She was quite fond of this partuclar interaction and woud do nothing to halt progress. In fact she'd already given the lad the verbal go-ahead to continue only to have him take her at her word. The muscles of her legs relaxed and they opened a bit wider to allow him access.

Just the same a surprised widening of her eyes would occur as the lad curled his fingers within her. Oh, that came with a verbal warning of sorts, but the sensation alone still managed to wipe her brain momentarily and clear her thoughts almost completely. She understood now how some could reach the meditative state she'd been in before without the actual mana transfer. She had to hand it to the innovation of mankind to have come up with something like this. "Ah~ That... again, a lot." she mumbled against the side of Charles neck. She probably shouldn't just allow him to prod her so very much without doing something herself. "Should I be doing something else? I don't want to be selfish..." she asked of the lad she was with. She didn't want to interrupt his exploration, but how should she actually handle this situation? Well, she was the type to ask so ask she did.

[Bloodedge]

With further instruction, there would come further activity. Though he wasn't sure whether he was accomplishing anything or not, there were a few inferences to be made based on Angelica's physical reactions. Every clench around his fingers left him believing something was worth doing. Lo and behold, there was a particular reaction to the curling of his fingers within. That one came with words ─ words which urged him to repeat the action... a lot. How very specific. "Eh? A lot?! Well... alright," he conceded. If that was what she desired, he'd be rude to do anything else. As such, the curling of Charlemagne's fingers became a repeated motion posthaste. Something against his fingertips was very textured, though. Ignorant as Charlemagne was, those movements were made careful to avoid anything like... well, he didn't know for sure, but he was somehow concerned his fingernails would pose an issue against that textured interior. . .

In addition to the other goings-on, Angelica wondered if there was something she should be doing. Charlemagne's eyes widened slightly, yet immediately. Could he answer that? No, that would just be selfish on his part! "N-no, I don't think there is!" he said quickly. No way was he going to mention any of the things he could have! "It's fine. I think this is probably all people do for this part!"

[Apollymi]

Angelica thought to be specific when expressing her likes and dislikes. Doing so in this manner was mostly due to her own inability to feel shame. She'd been told that her own desires as related to the feelings of her body weren't anything to fear. As such she sate them as they arose, using Charles as the catalyst since this was their undertaking together. Happily enough, the lad was satisfied to do as she asked, seemingly eager to please. She liked that about him, and the continued prodding at her undercarriage made it that much more exciting. Angelica's body continued to relax around his fingers and she continued to kiss his face and neck and observe his actions.

This of course, led to her noticing his reaction to her question of what she should be doing. Ah, another shocked but somewhat off response. She'd noticed something about Charles long ago, and in the context of their current situation it made a bit more sense. She knew a simple push or two would be enough to get what she actually wanted out of the situation, and strangely couldn't feel bad about being a bit more aggressive when it came to tilting his hand. "You don't seem to sure about that Chuck~" she was still moaning but moved her face to look at him more directly. "If this is something we do together, we should both be involved. I can't say I really understand it, but it feels good. It'd make me pretty selfish to only be doing something I want and that only feels good to me, while you are doing something I want without you getting something you like or want out of it," she mused while looking at him rather directly. Her face was quite red, but her eyes had a very assertive light. "So, share with me. What to do, what you'll like... all of that," she stated while bringing her hand up to the side of his face. She didn't understand this extra human stimulation. But she would have likened it to bonding and harmonizing mana. There was no real way for the exchange to be fair if only one side was being fine tuned, as such she wanted to offer to Charles what he did to her. In whatever way that was done for guys.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne had no idea what he was doing. Apparently though, he was doing something well enough to produce results. He surely didn't need anything done by Angelica, however. Ah, but it already seemed she wouldn't be allowing that. As fingers tentatively moved within her core, Angelica pointed out the lack of surety in Charlemagne's response. Of course he wasn't sure. The moment she spoke of doing anything, a slew of ideas entered his mind. None of it counted as something he could easily say, though.

Angelica wasn't done with the callout, sadly enough. She seemed keen on establishing a form of balance. The way she insisted sounded like some sort of pornographic material from Charlemagne's old world. On the other hand, the fairness of her suggestion was not to be questioned. Could he do anything about it though? That was yet to be discovered. "That's not sensible at all!" he blurted out. Of course, it was incredibly sensible... albeit embarrassing. Making himself request anything was all but impossible. As such, what came from his mouth was not a request at all. "I mean... if you want to do something that badly, do whatever you want, I guess. It's not like I know what I'd like or anything," he mumbled. That was about all one could get out of Charlemagne in a moment like this. In fact, Charlemagne himself was surprised he'd even managed that much. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles was an interesting person. They were locked now, in the early stages of passion, both of them seemingly inexperienced aside from a very basic understanding. Of course, Angelica understood only the mechanics of this entire thing, and Charles seemed embarrassed by the progression when he was given time to make considerations. One such moment would be him blurting out his initial response. She was certain her words were logical, and her feelings were as well. So while she stared at him, she realized that he was having one of his knee-jerk reactions. She smiled at him when he did this because she knew that there was more coming.

And... she was rewarded. Soon after Charles claimed that if she wanted to do something, she should... he didn't know yet what he liked either. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips seemingly pleased by the revelation he'd given. "That's a start, but I suppose it's good for breaking a millenia of bad habits," she commented. That being said Angelica now had something to work with as far as doing things. She could do what she wanted so she supposed she'd start by exploring with her hands. The first of which would gently trail across Charles's shoulders and pecks. Then would follow to a gentle brush down his abdomen. She traces his muscles appreciating every detail and then would reach his phallus. If his own actions were anything to go by she'd handle it with care her finger tips tentatively brushed the head then down the shafted before her fist closed softly around it.