Finis Chaldea

Gilgamesh did indeed have multiple words to share, but the state of speechlessness was over by that point anyway. Even so, he seemed just as content to observe as Artoria continued appraising his girth with hand, tongue and face. One might wonder if Excalibur was truly such a beautiful sword, or if it merely received enough attention from its master to gleam so spectacularly. If Gilgamesh were to say, he would half-jokingly presume the latter. What more would she offer, he wondered. Well, he didn't have to remain curious for very long. It took no prodding at all for the woman to take his head between supple lips, warming that which otherwise felt the cool breeze upon its moistened flesh. It seemed not much was visibly accomplished by this effort, yet her hands continued moving─ a thing often foregone even by the likes of harlots. Two brows were raised as he stared down into the Queen of Knights' face. Natural talent was not to be understated, though it couldn't truly be called such. It was not sexual prowess that Artoria exemplified, even of a natural variety. What she showed was pure, meticulous and methodical attention paid to her possessions, of which his tool had been claimed as one of.

She would treat it as she pleased, and he would accept it, she said. Such a thing uttered after only holding its tip in the warmth of her mouth for a few moments was... oddly acceptable. Her machinations were rudimentary at best for acts like this. One could easily judge her lack of experience, but what she had beyond building desire was that air of perfectionism and dominance she exuded at all times. One needed nothing resembling foresight to know she would thwart all other experiences in due time, and in fact, she'd already done so in quite a few ways. Did Gilgamesh enjoy this treatment that would have been called atrociously unfit over a millennium ago, from his own mouth? Strangely, yes. It was genuine, pointed, candid, and a bit sassy. Overall, he could call the use of her applied techniques and decisions titillating at minimum. Of course, this did not mean her words would go unpunished. "How very defiant of you. Very well. You will receive no warning," he countered smugly. Whether she knew what he spoke of or not was far from his concern at present. If she knew, she knew. If she didn't, she'd know some time during their slow approach to the Citadel of Uruk.

Use of hands, tongue and a few choice words and defiant stares would be what Gilgamesh could look forward to in his life. Artoria did not seem keen on changing everything about herself to suit him, nor was she the type to bend to the will of another in any way that would seem complete. Instead she saw this interaction as making allowances for a man she enjoyed and saw it as fair knowing she was not an easy person, in any sense of the phrase. Regardless, she'd continue in her efforts getting to know this new addition to her collection with the same amount of interest she gave every weapon, admittedly with very different logic applied. There was a claim that she would not be receiving a warning of some sort after some rather cheeky commentary. 'Oh?' Artoria was far from stupid, and given her captivity it would be far from something she could be surprised about, if they were referencing the same thing. She supposed she'd find out eventually.

Actually.

Did he mean to finish this way? She had no problem with this from a point of fairness. She knew young men to be capable of recovery and the like... again she wasn't without base knowledge but strangely, she wasn't aware anything she did in such a scenario could accomplish that sort of reaction. She knew she was inexperienced, and also knew she was only doing things to interest her and learn her new tool... given that information she was innately surprised by the idea that she could do something like that. 'Do I like the idea of doing that? I think I like the idea of doing that...' Artoria's mind played dangerous games. She did not like being bested nor did she like failing to meet a set standard. Given this she'd continue her efforts, but not without an active blush and tingle in her loins. She might have been developing yet another problematic interest. So, with hands moving and mouth now back on the move she went about testing new waters. Her tongue had traveled a decent bit around the head of his manhood and now, she allowed it to travel down his shaft quite a bit. Her mouth was closing in on him and he was going further into her mouth to be lashed out at by her tongue, even in those warm depths. What was more, added slickness would help along this act of polishing and give her new textures to learn and play with. All the while she could not help but think that she truly did not dislike the way this man's skin tasted within her mouth though she had no idea why it did not simply taste like skin. And then suction was to be applied, a little right. She imagined such a thing was meant to copy coitus in some way, and her own body told her such grips were a part of it even without extra understanding. She'd learn this as she learned all things, by instinct and with her own logic applied. All while trying not to dwell on the fact that she was enjoying this for various reasons. Those little twitches between her legs were beginning again.... and that dull ache at her core was more prominent in these passing moments.

Something resembling recognition danced across the Queen of Knights' face in the wake of his words. So, she did understand his implication. That was fine; he'd just offer an immediate response to whatever Artoria herself retorted with. Well... that was the plan, but there were no words from her side. Instead, she went right back to her devices after mere seconds of silent contemplation. What was going on in her head? He almost needed to know, but he couldn't bring himself to care either. How could he? Her movements had carried her mouth from tip to shaft, where her tongue took quite the journey. That pulsing would never see its end at this rate. Was she trying to bring about his end? Frankly, he wouldn't put the notion past her. He would even relish in the idea that she aimed to do so with purpose.

Artoria seemed to be... enjoying herself a very interesting amount for her activity of choice. Strange; that was usually to be expected of the more promiscuous types. Was that a light hint of arousal playing across her face? It certainly seemed to be. "Is that lasciviousness I see in you, Artoria Pendragon? Perish the thought that fellating the King of Heroes would cajole your loins," he teased once more. Alas, it was about the most he could manage. Artoria bolstered her own efforts as if on a mission, taking the tip of his phallus into her maw once again. Down she went this time, applying hand and tongue again as well as suction. Not once did he feel the grind of teeth, a thing commonly attributed to the inexperienced and unknowledgeable. He could certainly achieve satisfaction through this mix of efforts. The question was of course, could Artoria manage as much before they reached the ziggurat? Time would tell. While awaiting the answer to fate's question, he would continue goading the woman sitting on his leg. Perhaps that would have some sort of effect.

Artoria's efforts were steady and as she became more comfortable her mouth relaxed and applied suction at its own intervals. The words spoken by the King of Heroes about her activity of choice and her reaction to it, garnered a bit of a glare from Artoria. Did she think to answer him though? No, not immediately. She continued to work until the movemens of her hands were slick enough to continue without cease and she could aptly remove him from her mouth without causing herself any problems. Having something in ones mouth for so long was different, considering the rate at which she consumed food that was an amount of exercise she did not foresee. Something else she did not foresee was the amount of sass not coming from Gilgamesh as she went about her efforts so earnestly in the moments prior. Those hands of hers had steady pacing even slickened as they were she was not the type to rush her own endeavors, especially not something as sacred as such a bonding experience. Controlled, meticulous and always steady. This was the heart and mind of an assassin. "What you see in me is a matter of your perspective is it not?" she mused as her tongue trailed gently between moving fingers of her hands and down his shaft. "Still you are so content to defy me," she murmured but to whom? She'd told this man not to tease her, but perhaps it wasn't because she did not like it. She found the abrasive parts of his personality endearing in certain moments, this was one such instance.

But what she'd said was also something which could be taken as her speaking directly to his manhood instead. Especially given the idea that she'd most recently had within her own mind. Ah, recovered enough she was to continue so she did, her mouth moving to close around his head again and she'd proceed to suck him into the depths of her mouth those constant movements of her hands had not stopped. Actually one of them was wandering further and further down his shaft. She'd been told to wield such a tool two handed but there were associated parts to deal with as wetness dripped down the length of him to the jewels that rested between his legs. Well, she was the sort to take an entire package deal. A gun was useless without bullets after all. And given her own past as a person of the opposite gender... she understood this. A caress just as gentle and purposeful with that hand, and the movement of the one on his shaft, the suction of her jaws and movement of her tongue. A full experience for every piece of this tool, as she did this the amount of dexterity that a millennia of swordplay would give her became obvious, minute accurate moves, to control this situation as she continued all aspects of this work from this man's lap. This was indeed something she liked, Kink Acquired.

True enough, what he saw was only a matter of his perspective. In this case however, his perspective was the ultimate truth. Artoria could not hide her arousal from him, no matter how much she deflected. Why she even tried, he did not know. She was allowed to be as wanton as she wished; he would especially not complain while she serviced him this way. In fact, it could hardly be considered possible for him to complain about anything. For a time, there were no wrongs in the world. Trials and tribulations, work and crime─ none of those silly things existed for now. The only things in the world were himself, Artoria, and the bond she was content to create with his groin. "And yet my sight is set in reality. You needn't try to conceal your urges from me."

Speaking of bonds with his groin, it was not simply head and shaft that she addressed. Upon letting her mouth be filled by his member, Artoria thought to apply her free hand to the king's family jewels as well. Such a careful touch could never have been learned by observation; it could only be her natural leaning. Though that was not a surprise after all he'd seen of her thus far, Gilgamesh was oddly shocked by the sensation of his own heartbeat and lung pace. At this rate, he'd actually be done for. When was the last time he felt that powerful tingle in his loins? Without a doubt, it had been well over a millennium. Ah, perhaps that had been what Artoria was referencing when she last spoke. That statement of hers could have been for his ear directly, but he doubted it. No, she most likely spoke to the object her attentions were focused on, which meant... well, she was in luck of that defiance coming to an end at this rate. Perhaps she would even know what the retreat of his gonads meant, or perhaps she wouldn't have a clue. Whatever the case, another sign was quick to make itself apparent as his shaft began to swell in her mouth. He said nothing about this. After all, he did tell the woman she would receive no warning. Oh well; perhaps that, too, was fine.

Gilgamesh had interesting words to share with Artoria. He claimed his sight of her was set in reality and that she needn't try and hide her urges from him. That was a refreshing thing to hear from someone like him. Granted, she'd admitted to being a remorseless killer in both of her lives, it seemed that she had ended up with the girl trait of not wishing to have her sexual desires misconstrue her. She barely had any desires to speak of and she still found it to be annoying? Yes, that was probably the right word, considering her own life experiences with being a small young woman, being a sovereign ruler. Or maybe a bit shameful? Even so, she wasn't one of the people using such a thing to harm others, so she did not think badly of herself, and if nothing else the man who currently inhabited her mouth of all places was not in any real position to claim he disliked anything about her, not that she felt he would. Perhaps, if she remembered she'd clarify her thoughts about that matter, but it was not a priority.

What was a priority was well, this new tool of hers that she'd become rather well-acquainted with in the last few moments. Her hands were still moving, and her mouth around him did not stop what it was doing either. What was this stiffening along his length, she could feel that easily through her hand. Ah, there was also the movement of his jewels as well... Ah, the end was near was it. Well, there was only one thing to do... she'd continue. 'Hm, this will go into my mouth. I do not know if I will dislike that, I suppose if I do not like it I could always spit it out.' Her logic was simple at best, but changing at such a junction would never truly be helpful as far as she understood such things to work. So her motions would continue. That careful and gentle squeeze of those retreating jewels, the careful strokes of her tongue and movement of her tongue and... without question those steady strokes of his length. Artoria had already gotten a bit lost in such a thing, she did not assume this would spark a true release for her, but it did at least work to keep her within the mindset of being accepting of the King of Heroes advances.

It would have been foolish to think even for a moment that Gilgamesh would judge or shame any act of debauchery she decided to undertake. In Uruk, they had sacred prostitutes for a reason. Sex itself, in all forms, was a divine thing to be appreciated as such. Sure, it was connected to that wretched Ishtar, but that did not discredit the act itself. Nothing could change an event the people chose to hold in high regard. Just as highly regarded would be the matter of its eventual conclusion. What sort of expression would he soon see on the face of Artoria Pendragon? Her brain was ticking even now; she likely knew what to expect. It would become something of a pastime for Gilgamesh to seek new expressions on that faultless visage, and many of the potential upcoming shifts were near the top of the desired list.

Ah, but first would come the conclusion itself. How interesting it was that she didn't even release him from her mouth to speak. Gilgamesh could normally expect any amount of sassy rebuttal, but no... she'd taken on a job she was hellbent on completing. Was this a mark of victory for her? Well, it would be a well-deserved one at least. "Hmph. How very committed," he mused. Refusing to address the state of his own being at all, Gilgamesh simply kept his relaxed posture. Of course, this was something he could manage only visibly. As buildup continued, there was a tightness to his groin and the entire area surrounding it, spreading through his thighs and abdomen. Artoria wasn't letting up at all, and that was quite conducive toward his eventual end. How much time would pass? Only seconds flew by before the eruption of a load over a thousand years in wait. When that moment came, he said nothing. He kept grinning, and he kept watching the queen's face, whatever it happened to be doing as the first of many, many hefty expulsions erupted from his depths like gunfire. Perhaps he should have given warning after all; he'd have told her to be mindful of drowning. . .

Committed? Hm, Artoria supposed that was the right word. But it might not have been all. In truth, she was simply not the type to back out of an activity she decided. It was dishonorable not to follow through on one's own words. She was never that type of person even when honor wasn't part of her ingrained personality. Here and now, she saw this as something she had decided to do, seeing it through to the end, was a simple matter of conviction. It was also its own form of victory. She was unsure why it counted as such, but... there was a comforting feeling in accomplishing something even when one know only the basics of the task to be undertaken. Her own ability to apply logic notwithstanding, it would have been very much against her nature to not become a worthy adversary even in this way.

Ah, but what of worthiness? She knew she saw this man as the only one worthy of her. Even so, she found herself strangely anticipatory about this ending. She felt the tension building, not visibly in this man's face, but instead, in his legs, in his tool, in his core and even in his family jewels. Strange though it was for someone to keep such a straight face, she was also used to her own poker face, she could not fault him. Ah, but he was not warning of her something else. She'd prepared herself to receive this expulsion of his in her mouth, but she was not quite ready for its quantity. Some immediately slipped down her throat, well there went the idea of not swallowing, she'd have to do so just to make sure she did not choke. 'Good thing I breathe through my nose...' she thought, the alternative would have been choking near to death. Still the look of surprise that crossed her face was absolute. Her mouth gained a fullness it had not had in quite some time, little bubbles of seed escaping the small spaces at the corners of her mouth. With it filled in such a way she would eventually withdraw, that gentle motion of both her hands finally coming to an end. It was really strange though... Her tongue met the roof of her mouth as she sat up straight and finally understood why she did not dislike the taste of him. Weirdly this was understood because the texture was not completely out of line. She'd finish consuming that which was in her mouth with the same appreciation she always did of that sort of thing. Accidentally, even considering the taste was simply something she was used to consuming in such a way. And once her mouth was clear she'd swipe her index finger at the corner before licking it clean as well. Yes, she was definitely certain of that flavor. So strange was it to find here. "Why... does it taste like butterscotch? What manner of sorcery is this?!"

Intently watching, Gilgamesh would not be let down by the show at all. His seed spilled into Artoria's mouth, and for a time, he could feel his own groin swimming in it while she processed the goings-on. This particular expression of shock upon her face was one he would keep in his memory, to be joined by many more over time. Alas, what was she to do with that deposit after receiving it? Some slipped down her throat immediately; that was to be expected with her lack of retreat. Some dribbled past the corners of her mouth, and the rest was gulped down with seemingly little thought. Oh? What an interesting decision for a first experience.

The king would be found content as his girth was removed from the Queen of Knights' mouth, but it would not stop there. Her forefinger trailed over the residual seed at one side of her mouth, and she licked it clean. Such was another interesting thing about this one. That little maneuver was the work of an experienced fornicator, yet she performed it as a simple matter of course. He throbbed again at the sight, but lo, there was greater purpose to it yet. Butterscotch? Ah, that was the strange dessert he'd seen her consuming a few times now. Why did his rudiment taste as such? Well, that was a mystery. He shrugged. "There is no sorcery," he said, reaching out to drag his thumb along the other corner of her mouth. It seemed she'd missed a spot, so while staring so intensely into her face, it was only right that he drag the remainder toward her mouth, no? "It is Gilgamesh. I have heard it compared to a great many things. Of course it would be something you find delectable. Did you expect I would offer anything less to the likes of my Impossible Queen?"

Artoria's decision seemed to be more a matter of her gluttonous nature than anything else. Technically all manner of action associated with it could be considered the same. She'd consumed something which tasted familiar to her, without thinking too much about the consequences. She'd licked her finger clean because she would have done so if she'd missed a spot in her consumption. Whatever the case, it would seem that Gilgamesh was not displeased by his experience, he seemed content at least. That was good, right? Artoria found herself strangely interested in this man's well-being and happiness. She'd realized this when he'd ended up dead before she could visit him, and it'd remained a concern of hers while she was in captivity. What was this?

As she thought over her moment, he began dragging his thumb along her lip, bringing with it the last of her most recent meal. Her mouth opened just a little based on instinct alone and given the taste of it, she easily sought the last with a flicker of her tongue. He made the claim that there was no sorcery involved in such a thing, that it was simply him. He claimed he'd heard it compared to many things, but her finding it delectable was simply a fact. He would have offered her nothing less... Strangely, her concerns about the taste of things which went into her mouth became secondary quickly, with three words... my Impossible Queen. Artoria's eyes widened for just a second and she shifted her gaze towards him in the moment. Something about that hit her ears strangely. Was it being called impossible? Or was she feeling particularly special being claimed in such a way? Did she enjoy that he continued to claim her even in a moment of random debauchery? Yes. Probably all of those things applied, but sentiments were still not exactly easy to express. She managed to only gain a reddened hue while shifting her eyes slightly. "That is a ridiculous sentiment," she stated with only a second's pause. "I should also state I am not complaining... it was simply unexpected." Yes, that was how she'd address this. She was sitting in his lap and he was still naked and throbbing and she needed to ignore that maybe? Were there conventions for this that she did not understand? She supposed she would find out eventually all the while trying to wrap her head around the idea that this man's body tasted like her favorite dessert. Did the rest of him taste like that too? Her eyes shifted curiously... she'd not given it much thought before now and wondered if he always tasted that way to her and she just hadn't considered it. Well the first two times they'd kissed she'd been drinking lots of wine, those kisses tasted sweet but that could have been the cause. If he simply tasted this way because it was her favorite that was a bit strange, but it was just as strange for it to taste like anything. 'Magical world biology bullshit!' she could have been outraged but truly she wasn't. 'Still, if it has to taste like something, a confection I like is not negative.'