Finis Chaldea

Trust was no stranger to this pair of individuals, whether the woman would admit it or... even realize it, for that matter. Her faith in the fact that he would do her no harm had been clear for thousands upon thousands of years. She did stand by his side in battle. She did drink herself to intoxication in his presence, and even via his own pouring. She did sleep in his care, and she did not protest to being mounted like a wildebeest. Without full faith, one would not easily allow their neck to be taken during a moment of vulnerability, and it didn't get much more vulnerable than this.

It seemed Hoshimi Eri's vulnerability had not yet reached its apex, though. There was another stage of trust which came with the admittance of Gilgamesh's rightness. Finally giving in fully, she spoke of trust and intimacy being things she offered to him. There was a slight widening to the King of Heroes' eyes in the following moment, as true victory no longer evaded him. The king's glee could not simply be determined by the rapidly-growing grin on his face; it could more easily be gleaned from the immediate burst of his familial essence into the blonde woman's undercarriage. He hadn't even moved an inch. No, he'd simply been resting and throbbing all the while, but his excitement had been brought to peak sufficiently enough. "Wonderfully spoken!" he announced, though it seemed he could be even more satisfied yet. "Once more."

Eri understood this matter of trust now, and how it related to their current situation. Of course, in gaining this understanding she couldn't do anything but study this man's face. Or so she thought. As she looked at him wondering over his potential reaction to her quite frank speech, she felt that throbbing reach a certain end. That is, the expulsion of fluids within her core as excitement spread across the face of Gilgamesh. "Aah, fuck!" a simple statement of that rather strange feeling accompanied by her own climax from the suddenness of this filling. The King of Heroes had not even moved, no final thrust or any such activity had taken place. An utterance lacking in both tact and guile brought this man to his end just by its gentle surrender. Strange.

Actually, it was all kind of embarrassing. She was looking at this man quite directly having such made about all she could offer as an emotional expression and what did he do? He claimed it wonderful. He was not lying about that excitement either, even if she might have believed he was, the fluids which filled her and the honesty of his words were undeniable. Her entire face and neck was hot rather suddenly. She was sure she was blushing furiously... why was he always like this. She cut her eyes away for just a second only to narrow them before turning them back. It was hard enough to maintain any level of composure in such a situation. "Ugh... why are you like this?" she asked but what else would she say. "I said what I said... if this is intimacy and trust, only you can have it from me," she repeated. "Stop making me repeat myself..." She wanted to be furious but she was quite sure she did not look that way. Actually, those narrowed eyes had softened quite a bit. If it made him happy she had no problem repeating herself even if she found the situation embarrassing at large.

Indeed, there was a great deal more satisfaction to be found within Gilgamesh still. Hearing such a confession once was wonderous, but having it repeated through those narrow eyes as Eri recovered from their combined orgasm was simply euphoric. What greater pleasure could he ever know? Well... there was one thing yet to leave the queen's mouth. Time would see that confession fall from her face as well, but perhaps that time was far in their future. No matter; he could take solace in the present, as not to ruin the moment with thoughts of more. "Why am I like this, you ask?" he inquired. It seemed Gilgamesh had opted to hone in on a very specific segment of Eri's speech this time. "That seems to be your favorite question. You will have an answer."

He would answer this partial rhetoric, though only after solidifying his hold on one Hoshimi Eri, whisking her toward the bed once more. In placing her there, he simultaneously removed his still-pulsing tool from her core. They were not nearly done yet; he'd only just begun properly. "Upon your own head is the blame, Queen of Knights. What you see, hear and feel is the result of a soul enkindled by the beam of your own radiance." Briefly, Gilgamesh's hand touched his own torso. In doing so, that hand traveled a line mimicking the only grave injury he'd ever been dealt. "That day, you, Artoria Pendragon, ignited a flame. A thousand years later, the inferno continues to grow..." As he continued to speak, his free hand reached outward. Pressing fingertips against the center of the queen's chest, he carried on. "And it will not stop until it reaches the only brazier capable of containing it. That is what it means to be smitten─ of this, I am without doubt."

Gilgamesh was nothing if not talkative. Their climax complete she knew he would not leave her alone. Even as he carried her back to bed and extricated himself from her loins he'd have words to share. Obviously, he was still happy and very much still ready for sex. She was beginning to believe she would truly be in for an extensive amount of physical punishment. She'd had her ribs broken, her body sent flying like a ragdoll across a forest. She had been stabbed, slashed and battered several dozen times over only to shake off her injuries and walk away. Here and now, she knew as a fact that she would not simply walk away from Gilgamesh and what was more, her treacherous body almost begged for more. Her loins ached when he left her and her mouth formed the smallest sound of protest as he left her, she could almost be considered pouty for being abandoned in such a way. What had he done to her?

Ah, apparently that wasn't the question at hand. What had she done to him? She'd nearly killed him once. He traced the place on his flesh where such a wound would have stood if he was ever prone to scarring and Eri's eyes followed unabashedly. She did like looking at him, now that she fully understood what it was she was looking at... Whatever the case, what was he saying? This was her doing? She'd set a flame to his soul and now he sought his home entangled in her own soul as a result. Apparently all of his words, actions and the like towards her were a direct result of being, smitten. What a strange word. She knew what it meant, and understood it at base but why did he apply it to his feelings about her? Eri's entire face flushed brilliantly. "I almost kill you... and you become this?!" she was near outrage her face covered with her hands. She'd handed out many a near-death experience in her lifetime, and as far as she knew, no one turned that into feelings of attraction as this man did. "Only you could say something so ridiculous and make me feel happy at the same time," ah, she was becoming strangely honest in these moments of discourse. It was his fault too, her words became more blunt as time went on and the truth became something she could not hide. She didn't hate his words though, why was that? Those words made her feel strangely and she wasn't sure why, that gentle hand upon her own chest with that light touch caused her flesh to goose beneath it. Her radiance? She had none, he was obviously some kind of glutton for punishment. Obviously, he just liked people who were contrary to him... defiant as she was she probably just pushed some strange button in his head, but... ah it didn't seem like just that either. Why was everything surrounding this man so confusing.

Something quite interesting was worth taking note of. The honesty sealed deep beneath the surface of Artoria Pendragon, deeper even than Hoshimi Eri herself, was becoming visible. The door to that seal was forced ajar just slightly, and the head of truth peered outward more and more with the passage of time. Alas, there was inaccuracy to her belief. She'd nearly killed him, yes. The time of that event was one in which he could have walked into Irkalla's embrace willingly, and in fact, he would have if others hadn't recovered his body against his own wishes. Still, that event had nothing to do with the state of his being. "Don't be such a fool," he said. "Become this? No. What you see before you has always been Gilgamesh. It was not until the appearance of Artoria Pendragon, the fated queen of this world, that a thing viewed only as a dream became reality. That day, these eyes finally gained the ultimate clarity."

Gilgamesh did not remain still during this exchange. Gradually, he moved forward, taking his place over the woman's body. One hand left his own torso, taking her leg while the other pressed to guide her down onto the bed. That leg would be lifted, and the other would follow soon after. In fact, he wouldn't stop pushing her legs back until doing so lifted her rear from the bed. "If that belief is the source of your happiness, though, I suppose I will allow you to continue thinking so. This newfound honesty of yours is worth additional generosity, don't you think?"

The words of Gilgamesh were ones she heard and processed. Of course, she understood those words. He'd apparently always been this, the act of almost dying did not make him like her. If she interpreted his words correctly then he dreamed of her before, and seeing her then and there only spurred on his actions. Words like that would almost make her forgive his completely audacious approach, of course as she was she couldn't process his desire for her, she was barely comprehending it now. She wanted to sink into nothingness, disappear into the depths of her own soul. "You can't say shit like that... it's like you're trying to embarrass me to death," she snapped as she was further moved about. Pushed back, legs begin lifted, what all was he about to do?

In fairness, the previous positioning had been her own choice, and she'd not disliked anything he'd done thus far. Beyond all that, it was clear to herself now as well as him that she trusted him with herself so... this act of contortion her form was currently undergoing was no great menace to her. What else was he saying now? He'd allow her to keep thinking that way if it made her happy. She'd used the word happy? "Ugh..." Lying back the way she was she covered her face with both her hands peeking out from between her fingers. "I..." there was a pause her bottom was up in the air already, surely he did not intend to plunge into her at such a ridiculous angle. Well, actually he probably did intend that, was it generous though? "It's not like I was dishonest to start with..." she said seeming to fall back into a more normal way of dealing with her feelings. "I won't say no to more though..."

"H'oh?" What an interesting thing to say. The notion of embarrassing this woman to death was not one to be taken lightly, nor was it one to claim untrue in a certain sense. "You may be right. If embarrassment shall do the trick, then let us eventually witness the death of your current self. In its place, I will gladly observe the birth of a new woman─ the bride of mine that sleeps within you," he rambled while staring unwaveringly into the woman's eyes. A symbolic death had always been his plan; he'd see it meted out without fail. Even if the true death of Artoria Pendragon happened to coincide with that, it would not be beyond Gilgamesh to drag her back from that fantastical afterlife she was fated for.

Soon enough, Gilgamesh's movements came to a halt. He was lined-up properly enough to leave his tip resting against Eri's entrance, his arms keeping her legs firmly in place. Apparently, this woman had always been honest. Poppycock! "To be honest, is never the same as not being dishonest. Do not mix the two," he demanded. True, her words had never been deceitful... but they did not often speak the truth in its entirety. So many omissions, and so many diversions were attempted throughout their meetings. Even so, he was rather fond of her deflective demeanor; it was always a treat to see her flustered. The fact that she seemed as such here and now, even, was enough to strip the restraint from Gilgamesh, resulting in a rather sudden invasion of her core once again. "But if you are not saying no, I will take it as a resounding yes!" he proclaimed. There was no hesitation this time around. No, Gilgamesh performed that single thrust and immediately let his hips take control of the situation. The halls would have their ears open to the schlucking that would ensue, and Gilgamesh would leave his eyes and ears attentive to the audiovisual cues of Hoshimi Eri alone. The night, officially, had begun.

Gilgamesh spoke of embarrassing one Hoshimi Eri to death. That was about what she expected, actually... that made sense. He did not seem to want her true death but he might actually find her particular figurative death as one worth pursuing. "I won't let it happen!" that was about the only sentiment she could manage. She might die of embarrassment but it wasn't exactly in her nature to succumb to anything, least of all Gilgamesh. Perhaps eventually that would make some semblance of sense.

Ah but now he was lined up with her entrance and she could only moan in response. What was this, being honest was not the same as not being dishonest? "Splitting hairs, Gil..." she moaned though she did not necessarily disagree. She toed a fine line between being herself and being the Queen of Knights. Somewhere in the middle of two strange beings there was a whole individual, one she could not be in truth for any long amount of time. She had no reason to falter of course. She would enjoy this lad as he was, and she wouldn't tarry about the semantics of their situation. Moreover apparently, as long as she did not say no, he'd take her words as yes. And this 'yes' came with a resonating plunge within her person. Her pupils dilated her breath hitched as she aimed in inhale and could not take a meaningful breath. Her tongue flew out of her mouth as the movements of his hips took on new life. She could not dislike it, but her whole mind was something which blanked in the moment. "AAAAAAAAAAaaaah!" that was all she could do. Her whole mind was something she could not feel and the girl known as Hoshimi Eri disappeared in a moment as the rest of her resurfaced. Once Gilgamesh had asked this girl the difference between a King and His Horse... Hoshimi Eri understood this, but Artoria Pendragon did not yet. Whatever the case, parts of her seemed to get themselves inline at least a little. The two parts of the Queen of Knights both seemed to understand their feelings surrounding this man atop them.

With that apparent understanding, there would come progress. It would not certainly come quickly, nor would it necessarily be long-awaited. As for the disconnect between personalities within the woman's body, the shift was clear to one such as Gilgamesh. Operations of Hoshimi Eri had come to a screeching halt amidst his plunging. That wasn't quite the 'death' he'd been looking for, but it was quite the amusing thing to witness nonetheless. None could ever say Gilgamesh was opposed to either persona living within that body beneath his; both had their marvelous strengths and brilliant weaknesses.

Ah, but what were some of the final words spoken by the Hoshimi woman? She would not allow him to kill off her existing self, yet here she was, collapsing mentally and retreating beneath her other self. How ridiculous. "Hmph. Though that is not quite what I meant, I suppose I should bid the queen good morning. You have the privilege of waking to greatness!" the king announced, sparing not a single effort in his hips' cycling. He'd been wondering how long it would be until Hoshimi Eri returned to this world's version of herself. In knowing the cause of that occurrence, he wore a grin that could not be torn from his face. "Surely you will not fall to this as well. I would be remiss to continue pummeling a vegetable. Do not disappoint."

Artoria Pendragon had slept for the duration of time that her instincts needed to confirm their feelings. Once such an understanding had been reached, the Queen of Knights was restored like a simple blink over the span of the night. She'd never truly get used to such a thing, but she understood within seconds why her other self had returned her to such a moment. "Why?!" was the only thing she could have said in a moment like this. There was the constant knocking of Gilgamesh against her furthest depths while her legs were up in the air. "I have hardly woken... and this is what you are doing already!?" she seemed almost outraged, but she couldn't deny that she felt well in the moment.

Her other self always left her in the strangest of situations, but it was definitely not the worst possible moment she could have woken to. More plunges peppered her eyes with stars, but she would not fall to such an aggressive advance on her person. What was he saying now? Something pompous without a doubt. "I do not know the meaning of falling, nor of disappointment..." she said her eyes shifting to the side as she was quite sure there was something great on the horizon for her. Pummeling of this magnitude would only end one way the eventual climax of a woman whose brain was just barely being strung together within a few moments. "And good morning..." she murmured softly, the Queen of Knights was nothing if not upright. She'd been greeted and she would greet him in return, yes even in a moment like this one where such greetings were everything including completely unnecessary.