Finis Chaldea

The sun danced across the sky from afternoon to evening, and all the while, Gilgamesh's tongue danced across and within Artoria's womanhood. Tides shifted in every favorable direction for the King of Heroes. Over time, the legs that clenched his head so firmly were felt draped over his shoulders, doing nothing to detain him, bar a few jerk reactions. Still, those same legs were crossed behind him. Perhaps there was still part of Artoria that thought to force his hand? Regardless, an additional and likely more purposeful pull was accompanied by words at long last. It had been quite some time since his ears registered an utterance resembling speech; one might have wondered if Artoria had any words left for a time. What were the words she had to offer at long last? She had no desire to be teased forever. She could not continue with the goings-on at present, and required that he answer the aching of her loins.

Ah. The two voices she spoke with were in sync, finally. Body and mind spoke as one, and he would answer that unified front. Alas, he would not do so here. Nearly a day had been burned away in this boring old fountain, and it wasn't up to par for relations anyway. Where would they go, then? Well, Vimana still had some use, and his chambers were connected directly to a balcony. With that being the case, he summoned the ark and removed himself from the queen's undercarriage. In the aftermath of cunnilingus, the King of Heroes savored the bouquet of his afternoon-long treat. "H'oh? I suppose you are overdue then. Come. You will receive the king in his own chambers, and nowhere before," he said, stepping back and levitating himself onto the golden ark's throne. He watched intently while waiting for Artoria to join him, relaxing atop the throne in his full unclothed glory. The hot spring would be returned to the treasury only when she had done so, and Vimana had taken to the sky.

It was strange to note that even in a moment like this Artoria wasn't exactly the type to ask for things. Her words still held just a touch of demand in them... even so, it seemed that Gilgamesh would acquiesce to her most recent request. That was a relief. Ah, but... now there was movement to be done, how would that occur. With the King of Heroes choosing nudity and Artoria herself taking just a moment gather her own wits. She was not a nude person without purpose. So when she extricated herself from the water, she first dealt with a moment of her legs being wobbly. Her eyes widened just a moment.. 'Why?!' she questioned herself even so. She would slip into the singular under piece of her dress. She simply did not have it in her to be naked and on the move. What if she needed to kill something?

Regardless now clad in that one piece, sticking to slightly dampened skin she joined Gilgamesh standing very near him atop Vimana. A quick glance to her side let her know he was still naked. How he managed to be so shameless she did not know. Still, she did not dislike that about him in moments like this. She'd wait a bit absently trying her hardest not to think too much about the fact that she could barely feel her legs and that she'd just demanded sex. What was going on in her head. Yes, she'd come to him for exactly this purpose but, in outside of the actual moment she had no idea at all how to deal with that. Was she supposed to say something? Do something? Was she being weird or awkward right now? Was it rude to put on clothes in front of someone who was naked? There was no conventions that would have prepared her to move venues in a sexual situation. She opened and closed her hand a few times... she wanted a weapon. Weapons made her feel safe and gave her less anxiety in moments where she manifested it. And already her face was red again, was it normal to be this embarrassed? She'd have to ask her sister when they next spoke. It could be it was one of those things that became easier as time passed.

Watching and waiting, Gilgamesh discovered oddities from the moment Artoria first move, to the moment Vimana ascended. Firstly, she chose to clothe herself even partially for what Gilgamesh himself viewed as no good reason at all. Instead of approaching him as recklessly as she'd done before, she stood next to him, creating an unnecessary amount of distance. One final strange occurrence was observed mid-flight, high in the atmosphere. That movement of Artoria's hand could almost be called a nervous tick of some sort. She still had it in her to brandish those? Well, as always, Gilgamesh would be the one to turn around the purpose of something by teasing. "H'oh? Never have I seen one be so uncomfortable along a road to bliss. Does the queen find herself in need of a weapon to fill her hand, or has enough desire been seeded into that body to take up a different tool? Choose wisely, for one may require further adjustment," said the king. She previously joined his jest in claiming there was no tool she could not master, and in this case especially, there was only one way to do so. He'd seen her looking, as always. How much innocence could she harbor at this leg of the journey, he wondered.

Of course, just as she watched him, Gilgamesh's eyes never truly left Artoria. She couldn't even be surprised he'd noticed her nervous habits. Though they very rarely showed themselves, nowhere was she more, comfortable and nervous than in the company of Gilgamesh. Actually, that probably had something to do with the fact that he could always tell when she was out of sorts. And that unlike literally everyone else in the world (sisters aside) he chose to directly address said issues when they arose. Here and now was one such moment. What did she get from the King of Heroes as far as encourgement in her current moment? Teasing. Words that connected back to their earlier discussion of weapons mastery. Ah, he understood that nervous tick of hers. Normally she kept her hands behind her back for exactly the reason of not showing such a habit to the masses. But obviously she was comfortable enough around this person to steadily reveal a bit of herself every time they were together.

Still, Artoria had a bit of a snarky reply immediately fall from her mouth, even as her brain processed the information stated and made her face blush in response. "Exceeding the expectations of reality is a task I was born for," she sniped. Yes, she would not simply fall to gentle banter at every turn, only a few completely set her off. Ah, but there was the actual statement to do something about. Take up a weapon or a different tool? She had to choose wisely or risk further adjustment? Artoria's eyes narrowed slightly. "I do not know if I take that as challenge, threat or teasing, but I am sure I told you not to tease me," she stated. How to approach such a situation? There was a level of uncertainty she possessed, but also a level of recklessness. Instincts of her body said to touch him. Gilgamesh had already made it clear that too much space was always between them, Artoria's mind said she couldn't let him tease her to death even while being uncertain. Such a strange way her mind worked. Weapons made her comfortable, and she'd already decided a while before now that she did not dislike holding his tool within her hands. It'd give her something to do with her empty hand at least... though that likely would not make her feel less awkward.

'Oh well, one step at a time...' Strangely, she was still committed to the original task she ventured out for, always one to hold herself to her own teachings, she would not abandon a task. She moved closer and closer still, occupying the space between his legs, she aligned herself to one side of him, giving her open hand access to his person. She took his statement as all three things, and given his own nature did not assume she needed permission to touch him. Her own natural inclinations would have her first touch of his manhood be dance of finger tips over the head of him before they trailed downward in similar fashion. She seemed to settle a bit into the activity taking a seat on the leg she was aligned to, as she began the upward stroke to follow. Hm, as far as things to do to keep her from worrying too much in a moment this wasn't so bad. Though in touching it directly she remembered something important. 'How exactly is this supposed to fit inside me?' she wondered. Yes, that was a real problem. She rushed recklessly into many things but this did not seem to be the sort of thing she could do that with.

As a new discussion took place between them, Gilgamesh took comfort in leaning against the back of his own hand. The grin he wore would never be stripped from his face, even as... or perhaps especially as he sat in the nude atop a throne. Artoria was born to exceed expectations, was she? In that case... "Then it should be my prerogative to expect more of you, no?"

The teasing would never stop, no matter how much she insisted. Artoria wore an expression far too glorious to look away from while at the receiving end of such abuses, so he would remain relentless. Ah, and where did that get him? Apparently it put the King of Heroes in perfect position to see the return of Artoria's hand to his rod, tentativeness disappearing over passing moments as she claimed his leg as a seat.

And so, the stroking began. Gilgamesh found himself further relaxed immediately, and Vimana's pace through the sky reflected that. Would he be satisfied by this? Well, yes and no. There would always come a time for his mouth to open again, and that would always result in something ridiculous. "So quick to acquiesce. Of course, I do not mind. Become acquainted with it as you would a weapon. You are even free to use it as a confection at your leisure."

Artoria expected nothing less than teasing or cheeky commentary from Gilgamesh and she was not disappointed by his reply. The idea that he could expect more from her gave the lass a gentle bit of shock."Your prerogative is yours to figure out. I will do as I please and you can anticipate as you will," such was the statement of Artoria Pendragon.

Of course those words alone would never be all from him. Always did he seem smug and pleased never on her life did she imagine enjoying such a thing. What she sought truly was the ability to shut him up, but that seemed to be a minor consequence of her personality. She did not like losing nor having her resolve challenged. He did both but she found herself liking both him and his earnest behavior it was quite comforting and confusing.

Regardless, her seat in his lap was taken and the stroking of his manhood began. She was told she could familiarize herself with it like she did a weapon? That she could take it as a confection, at her leisure? Fine. It was much easier to share her thoughts with tools than people, she would take the occasion to behave as she always did. Her pace on this tool slowed to that which she normally took when handling a weapon, specifically the bonding of cleaning and sharpening. "This man as audacious as ever and you are just unruly. I wonder if he truly understands what he has just given me permission to do~" she teased just lightly. Still such motions gave her peace and time to listen... what kind of feeling would grace her ears along with the texture of her hands? All the way up and all the way down, every vein and texture difference noticed by her fingers and palm. The gentlest pressure applied to his silken member. From this distance she could have easily ran her tongue along the tip of him barely having to bend her head to do so. Ah but would she be so bold? Yes, because once upon a time Artoria or rather Hoshimi Eri had been exactly the type to run her tongue over a blade. So, she would do so... as a part of her bonding. She had never considered how sexual such a thing could be considered until a moment like this... no matter. She would continue with her inspection at her own pace.

Artoria Pendragon would do as she pleased, just as he'd come to expect. Frankly, Gilgamesh saw it as one of her most appealing qualities. Too long had his been the way simply because all others would bend the knee. Each time she answered him with spite or sass, he only became more enticed.

Ah, but even he had not yet realized exactly how important such a trait would be to him. In response to his goading, Artoria did indeed treat his tool as if it were here own weapon. However... the way she treated her weapons was very far from conventional. Gilgamesh would soon be caught with widening eyes as those unnaturally dainty fingers slid up and down his shaft slowly, meticulously even. She even spoke, not to him, but to his member durectly. How very... strange? No; it was strange, but it was more something else entirely. What was it?

Well, something else would soon force a pause in that train of thought. A slight incline of her head, and Artoria lashed out at his rod with her tongue. It was no new experience for the king, yet it remained a shocking and satisfying turn of events. Never had such a thing been done to him without obviously being a matter of utmost servitude. Artoria wasn't doing this solely to please him, surely. Far be it from him to think she even understood the actions she now took. One thing could be said at least; those actions were her own.

Oh. He knew what it was. Above everything else this exhange could have been, it was... infinitely exciting. Ah, he'd been silent while taking it all in. That, too, was something different. "You manage to take even me by surprise. What then, have I given you permission to do? These actions of yours have made me curious."

Kink discovered!

Artoria had known the kind of person she had been at base, the type who had an unhealthy relationship with weapons. The lass often said she served no gods and offered no worship, but that wasn't wholly factual. She praised and worshipped weapons. She kept them as friends, she relied upon them for strength and comfort. As such Gilgamesh's tool was being treated to an introduction to Artoria's collection. Spoken to with all the respect of a close friend and even chided in a teasing manner.

Her hands moved at the pace they wished and she settled rather easily into how she wished to handle this particular Divine Construct. Fingers rubbed the surface and each movement of her hand garnered her new understanding. The sexual aspect of this became clear to her in this moment but it did not initially exist. But here and now she was understanding what it was to take such desire into her own hands. In the silence she spoke more, "Maybe unruly was a bit harsh. Though it is still difficult to imagine sheathing working as intended. Oh and quiet from the one who bears you... I never would have guessed," there was amusement and light in her eyes. Even as that tongue of hers flickered outward and his shaft would eventually be found resting against her cheek.

Ah, but true silence was not part of Gilgamesh. He wished to question the permission he had granted, how did she explain? "That question is complicated, Gil. But if I had to explain... I would say you gave me permission to keep this weapon and treasure it as my own. That is something I understand in my own way, irrespective of your feelings about it. You can not take it back either~" her words came out a little teasing. Her meaning may not have been clear either but basically, she was content to claim his tool as her own and use it as she would. This required no input from him she would treat his tool as she liked. This included gentle strokes, licks, playful pecks and conversation... none of it having to do with pleasing Gilgamesh and all of it having to do with Artoria's own interest.

Unhealthy was no descriptor for how Gilgamesh would consider this approach. Perhaps he would call it... misplaced. Treating weapons this way was a waste, but what she did with those mannerisms now was something the heavens should look upon favorably. His tool was a thing to be introduced to her collection? With behavior like that, it would be right at home along with its wielder.

Of course his lack of words was something to address; what more could be expected? "There are times when words are unfit to describe a moment. Rejoice, for this is such a time," he answered. Shaft against cheek, there was hardly a suitable statement in any language that could portray his elation properly. Silence explained far more than words could in this case, he believed.

What did the future hold? This was but the first night of many, and the first experience for the rest of eternity. Each shift of fingers, each touch of tongue or lip was met by a pulse as Artoria carefully interacted with Gilgamesh's groin as if it were her own prized possession. She was not winning his favor; she already had it. What she gained in these moments was an amount of attention she may both regret and adore later. "H'oh? Bold it would be to assume I could ever think of turning back. Your methods please me because they are of your own volition. Take that thing unto yourself, and never treat it less brilliantly than you do now. I expect this greatness to be only the first step of many."

Artoria had taken much of the day to consider the sexual needs of herself. While her current actions would not have immediately struck her as sexual, in the moment she understood how such things became known that way. She had an intimate relationship with the weapons she collected, similarly, she'd started an intimate relationship with the King of Heroes manhood. It should be noted that she initially had no real expectancies one way or another about what this experience would be like. But even with her tongue rolling over his manhood and her hands exploring it, she did not feel off about the situation. It did not taste bad, it did not feel bad... it could not be counted as such. Actually, she could say she did not mind exploring this using her tongue at all... that was an oddity among things she realized.

So what did the King of Heroes have to say for himself while Artoria busied herself with the exploration of his manhood in such a specific manner? That this was a moment of speechlessness... she should rejoice in it. She supposed then he did not take issue with this treatment. She supposed she'd garnered that much already considering the rigidity of his manhood and those pulses she felt within it, both with her fingers and tongue periodically. "Oh? So many words to express speechlessness~" a little bit snarky for one who was without words the last few hours. Of course, that did not really stop her from being a hypocrite, but hypocrisy from monarchs was pretty standard. Regardless those gentle flickers and caresses were prone to evolution even if it was only by instinct that she realized the nature of her own desires. She did not mind such a taste perhaps then there would be no issue taking the tip of it into her mouth. Warmth would encompass this fleshy bit as she listened for Gilgamesh's speech.

Strangely, this wasn't specifically something she did with her weapons. It could be said that Artoria treated her weapons carefully because she adored them, she'd do the same here, making the connection and alteration to her own line of thought rather easily. If this weapon was hers, she'd treat it as she wished. She may like this a bit, so she'd treat it, and the one who bore it, to the warmth of her mouth. She'd also take it as a moment of reassurance. If her mouth could stretch to accommodate surely she could manage with other parts of her body. Careful as always, she figured most would not like being bitten and took care to avoid using teeth. Her abstract lines of thinking kept her hands busy as well... she did not assume the ability to take nearly the entirety of her him into her mouth, so she'd compromise. Though the movements of her hands was not truly something she'd stop on her own. When she'd figured out if she liked or disliked this exploration she disengaged but not without a teasing flicker or two across the tip of him. "I will treat it as I wish and you will accept it," she said, truly she did not like being told what to do. She clearly wasn't, but that did not stop a glare being tossed his way as she casually flickered her tongue over his girth once more.