Castle of Loch Ness

Both of these men were grinning at her currently flustered visage. Of course, this did nothing to stop the lass from being so red in the face. To not think about this very hard, she'd try and distract herself. Hector's phallus entering her person did a rather good job of this, but the obviously teasing face she was being presented by Sir Cador let her know she was not about to be let off the hook. "Who me? With weaknesses... never~" she said in that same teasing tone. Of course, she had dozens, but Merlyn had no intention of telling what they were. They'd either come across them naturally or they'd never get to know. Sir Hector had already found out about her easily flustered nature, and Sir Cador had gotten to understand her guilt and well, her general nature. Ah, Dagonet was already familiar with her sadness... it seemed like she was already almost fully on display for the Knights of the Roundtable. Yep, she definitely... Her mind had been running but she found that hand of Sir Cador's meeting the side of her face. More teasing words... right? Wrong. Compliments. He liked the way she looked while flustered. The color complimented the shape of her eyes and face?! The blush on her intensified as her tongue ran along the length of his shaft. Those movements of her hips had already begun to add to the gentle pulsing of her nether as she finished the simple teasing tongue lashing. "It's almost unfair, to ask something like that after giving so many compliments. Even a great sorceress won't know what to do~" she mentioned softly. Still... there was nothing but a playful light in those glowing eyes of hers. In turn for his bad behavior, Merlyn took Sir Cador's manhood all the way down to the depths of her throat, while shifting her tongue around it. A gentle swallowing motion would occur within her throat once he reached her depths and she would look up at him one more with that reddened face, still... she was nothing but pleased over all. Sir Hector wasn't forgotten in the least either, she kept moving her hips enjoying him beneath her as the bed moved in gently rolling waves.

While Merlyn continued to take advantage of the situation, Arthur suffered, mostly due to the work of his own mind. The woman in his lap didn't provide him anything painful other than his thoughts and she didn't even enjoy the idea of torturing him. Her movements were still mechanical and her work was still undone and it would be until this action was complete. Still, she'd persist more than any other, but hearing his words about what she said caused a scoff from this highest order fairy. "This exact kind of conclusion is why those who see don't explain. That is such a human interpretation... its so very... short-sighted," she said as if she was completely unamused. She understood fully now why this lad didn't have extra information at all. Telling him was pointless if he was going to settle on such things without even considering what was beyond his singular way of thinking. "I didn't imply she was stupid. I stated she was and is too human. She would have made the choice to spare those she was attached to in exchange for literally everyone else. Such is a mistake bred by the selfishness of humanity. And the child simply had to be spawned of King Arthur. I didn't have to be you... I didn't expect it to be you... and I would have done the same thing if it wasn't you I found here," she was rather cold in this interpretation. But letting a few suffer some trauma to do what was needed by the world was far from immoral to her. She was still moving, and it was still aiming to make get this lad to finish this little exchange. "I don't expect you to get it. Let it go. So, I can go."

"Never?!" Cador responded, his mock state of surprise returning yet again. Redder still was Merlyn, and the Spirit Knight was absolutely relishing in it. His teasing would obviously continue, marked by the gentle caress of his forefinger against her cheek, and truly along the entire side of her face. He may have been teasing, but he wasn't lying; Cador did fancy the way Merlyn looked with such an obvious blush on her face. "Dear Merlyn, there is only one thing to do. Keep showing that face. The redness even makes your mouth looks better when it's full of me~" he spoke further as her lips finally closed around him. Oh, but Cador had put himself in a bit of danger. Merlyn wouldn't simply end her tongue-tease; no, she was going for quite the advancement right away. While still flushed, she brought about the disappearance of Cador's manhood with her mouth and throat. At his base, he could feel her tongue wafting against his flesh, and at his tip was an additional embrace brought about by her swallowing. Cador couldn't resist a sharp inhale and deep sigh as a result, effectively silencing his pestering for a spell.

What of Hector? Once more, he was reduced to a nigh-mindless drone. He thought the work of her mouth would be the end of him, but he was still very much affected by Merlyn's physiology... and her womanhood was a far worse demon to face. Utmost confidence with a careful approach; such had always been Hector's way in combat. Such methods would do him no good here. Sadly, Hector could be neither confident nor calculated; it was as if he were bedding a dozen women in unison. The poor Sword Saint's face was contorting repeatedly as Merlyn's irriguous undercarriage ensnared him by the groin, smothering him in its slick warmth. Everything was wonderful, awful, and oh so terrifying. "Lady Merlyn, I beg your pardon, but─" Well, Hector's sentence went unfinished, but his intentions were clear. The second peak of Sir Hector was reached with haste and deposited into Merlyn's canal... yet still, he felt fully vitalized in the immediate aftermath? Yes, this would truly trivialize any future experiences the Sword Saint had. . .

Yet another clairvoyant woman in Arthur's life would deem it pointless to provide him answers this day. It seemed to be his destiny, being in the dark about these matters. What wasn't he seeing? What good would ever come of following the world's will, with no morals of one's own applied? The way Rie would have approached the situation was the right way, wasn't it? One's responsibility was to care for their loved ones, and others of the world were held to the same compass in a general way, right? "She's always been like that. That's why I─" No. Now wasn't the time to dwell on childish thoughts... but wasn't it? Selfishness did breed selfishness, but surely certain forms had to be deemed acceptable. Regardless of Arthur's existing thought pattern, there was a matter of greater importance here. If not him, his twin would have been the target of this approach. Wasn't it good that it was him, instead of her? Yes, of course it was... but why was he wondering the reason for said goodness? Perhaps it was good because he was the target here. No, that couldn't be right! It was good because his twin didn't have to go through this, yes! More at war with himself than with Morgan, Arthur closed his eyes in defeat. 'Why did I have to come here?' he wondered mentally. Oh well; this wouldn't last much longer. Maybe it would be Arthur himself who fell at the hands of Mordred due to the current situation, and this wouldn't become even more complex over time. Yeah... that would be nice.

Cador truly seemed to enjoy the flush on Merlyn's face, and though she was pleased, she truly wondered what he got out of such an expression. It was so innately human she'd almost forgotten what it was like until Sir Hector earlier in the day. "Never~" she chimed in response to his playful questioning. Still, there was work to be done, and even after she closed her mouth around him, he claimed he liked the way her face looked. One of the many things she enjoyed about this man was the fact that he was always full of cheeky, distracting commentary. Still she gained ample satisfaction as she swallowed him down and heard the sharp intake of breath and that gentle sigh that followed. At least he still liked what was happening, as such she'd continue, applying more pressure with her jaws while she tongue wrestled his phallus within the warmth of her mouth. She intended to use him like a straw at this point, making sure that he'd be far enough out of her mouth by the time he finished that she could taste him as well. She couldn't help that her face was still red, even so, she would be far from upset about it for the time being.

That man who'd claimed to be done in by Merlyn's mouth alone, was experiencing her in a way that very few had. That sensation she got from him locked within her person was knowledge of his impeding demise. His words even stated as much. A wicked little smirk crossed those still full lips but she turned gently and gave the man a wink. Her own body tightened around his claiming everything he expelled within him. He was still throbbing within her and her own magic pulsed outward. That finish gave her much more power and fed her as she aimed to take that same power from the tip of Sir Cador for her second meal of the day. She was now moaning across his manhood as her nether claimed Hector still buried deep within herself. Her own climax was something which came in waves and caused her hips to come to a gentle stop, though it did nothing to stop the pulsing of her within. These poor knights would be milked dry.

Strangely, Merlyn wasn't the only one trying to milk someone. The still moving Morgan was far from as amused though. It seemed the truths she gave Arthur weren't in keeping with his understanding. She expected all of this but it was far from ideal to have him thinking so much that his body was distracted. Still, as far as dangers to her physical self were concerned this was a much better match than the one she prepared for. "Yes she has always been like that, which is why she wouldn't make the decision that was right for humanity. A person too selfish to sacrifice is only helpful to the targets of that selfishness," she said as if this made the most sense. Perhaps with her lack of human emotion by this point, she fully understood the necessity of her inhuman logic. The good of the herd, the good of the pack, the good of all. What was the temporary suffering of a few compared to that? Those movements continued and the lad seemed to gain less resistance, not physical but mental? Perhaps knowing that she would have targeted any form of King Arthur helped him a bit? Maybe knowing that the one he considered his sister wouldn't have harmed him in this way was helpful? Maybe he liked the idea of sacrificing himself by comparison. "Because you were meant to be here, the same with every person who comes here. The world needs them here so they come..." she said answering the question he didn't ask but was clear in his heart. She wasn't intending to be helpful to him, but her own logic made it seem to her that he was searching for an answer, and the sooner he got it, the sooner she got what she came here for. "Now, let go..." it was a request, but it came out more like a command. She got nothing from doing this, and his resistance was futile. He might as well surrender this and think on his own after the fact.

Poor, poor Hector. He was at a loss for words, a loss for thought, a loss for anything but the satisfaction his loins experienced by the simplest of movements from a succubus. He was completely helpless, and it was incredible. Wasn't it Hector's intention to provide for Merlyn this night? He supposed that was happening anyway, but there had to be something more he could do. After all, Merlyn's movements only halted for a moment as she achieved her own climax. At the very least, Hector could use the movements of this waterbed to help his overly-relaxed muscles allow a bit of thrusting from below. Perhaps that was the point of the waterbed after all?

Meanwhile, Sir Cador was receiving Merlyn's demands due to the very nature of her being. What a treacherous thing the orgasm of a succubus was. It was only fair that he and Sir Hector were at the same point, which made yet another reason to refrain from any resistance. It didn't take much for Cador to understand this feeling. Ejaculation was quickly approaching, yet not at all in a natural way. Still... he wouldn't have been far from it anyway, and if it was Merlyn's wish to orally receive his seed already, then so be it. "Fine, fine. Have this one on me, Merlyn," he said. She was already sucking as if she intended to draw it out of him anyway, so he'd let loose a plentiful expulsion. Of course, his demeanor still hadn't shifted a bit. His hand would cup her chin properly, his thumb and forefinger each against a cheek, as if to goad the succubus into offering a bit of a show with her mouth afterwards.

More words were spoken, and less sense registered in the mind of Arthur. The question why repeated so many times in his mind, and for so many different reasons. Oh, wonderful─ she was even answering the questions of his mind now, was she? There was hardly a thing left that could surprise the blonde male. At this point, the only remaining shock would come from Morgan deciding to dismount him, and leave this entire plan behind. Would that happen? No; he was sure it wouldn't. The way she straddled him was undoubtedly the strangest thing about this entire scenario. They were within a bathtub filled with hot water that wafted with Morgan's every movement. It was among the more romantic scenes Arthur could have imagined under different circumstances, and yet Morgan's every movement was so very mechanical. She was devoid of all emotion, truly as if he could have been a simple sex toy attached to a portable sperm bank. By the end of it all, Arthur and Morgan looked more like siblings than ever before, both being an equal amount of dead behind the eyes. "That's cool. A world of puppetry sounds right up my alley anyway. Whatever," he concluded. Surely being at the other end of marionette strings was to be his fate in any reality─ only in a more literal sense in this world. At present, he could hardly bring himself to care, and so... he was done even trying to hold back. She could have what she sought, just as easily as it would be let loose during masturbation. Indeed, there wasn't a sign on Arthur's face, yet his seed was spilled into the fairy's womb. All the while, his thoughts continued along the same repeating cycle. . .

Hector might have been at a loss, but it seemed he wouldn't remain that way for long. Even as the gentle movements of Merlyn came to a halt the Sword Saint seemed to gather himself enough to use the bed as leverage and move beneath her knocking into her from below after her initial climax. Her eyes widened gently, what a wonderful sensation!~ What was more the hand of Sir Cador, shifted around her face as he claimed to give into the sensations she provided him. How nice of him. His seed was received with her mouth and danced over her tongue in the quantities she'd become more accustomed to, still, that hand on her lower jaw hinted at something odd. He wanted to see? Well, who was she not to comply, especially when he said her name so sweetly before? Her head tilted back ever so gently her tongue extended just a bit to show that white sticky mess splayed throughout her mouth for just a moment. What an interesting contrast it had to be given the red tint of her face and the startling glow of those magenta eyes. He could gawk until he was satisfied and then she'd swallow without hesitation, after all, she was here to devour these two until well into the night. "Sir Hector it seems, has fully realized the divinity of my waterbed~" Merlyn mused in that teasing tone. And though much time had passed, it was hardly time for her to stop. "I've had two tasty meals tonight~ If that one was on Sir Cador, I'm sure I should be returning such a favor... It would please me to do so~" she mused as her hips shifted to meet the upward thrusts of Sir Hector as she shifted just a little to look at him over her shoulder. "Still, he's been so insistent that this is for me. I'm not sure how I should provide it~" It was her turn now to tease, it might not amount to anything given how Sir Cador was, but... it would surely work to keep her busy for the next few moments as they progressed through the night.

At the same time, some progress was finally being made on Morgan's part. The longer she moved in this lad's lap, the closer she got to her previously planned goal. Though it was obvious the lad wouldn't fully understand what was going on in this world, some things simply had to be. Ah, but he looked so distressed. Even as he spoke she could feel his confusion. If she'd been a bit less the way she was, she might have cared enough to try and help him through this moment of confusion. If she'd been a bit more Rie or Vivian she might have actually tried to seduce him. But she'd been in this world far too long to care about things like romance... especially when she already knew how she would always been seen by this world and every other one. No... this way was better. "You still do not understand, but that is fine. You will eventually," she said while studying his face. Her movements came to a halt as her womb was filled. She'd already prepared for this moment and just as randomly as she had appeared within this tub... she disappeared to do whatever was coming next for her. She'd leave Arthur with his thoughts and nothing else. An entity of the world, she had no desire to interact with the younger brother of this body beyond this interaction. It wasn't her place in this world or any other.

Oh, what a show. Cador fully expected the succubus to acquiesce to his whim and open her recently-filled mouth, but she did so with a bit more flare than he could have anticipated. The grin he wore while watching her tongue slip out was less teasing, and more... content. "Good girl~" he chimed after taking a bit of additional satisfaction for himself by this method. "That may have been for me. Do remind me to return the favor, my wonderful seductress~" Ah, the unending tease was back. As Merlyn went about swallowing the load in her mouth, Cador's hand shifted once more, his fingertip pressed ever so gently under her chin.

Strange though it may have been, Hector found the motivation to participate in Merlyn's banter for once. Had he found the 'divinity' of this waterbed? Well, it could be given credit for being helpful in his efforts, if nothing else. Alas, he found it all too easy to disregard the bed's structure when offering his praises. "Non, non. I can hardly claim the bed is to blame. I do believe Sir Cador has the right of it. Femme fatale may be the word you were looking for," he said, his final words offered to the Spirit Knight. "Femme fatale? Yes, I rather enjoy that. Fitting, isn't it Merlyn?" Cador chimed. Pity, Merlyn thought to return whatever favor she thought Cador offered her. There would be no such thing, not here, not tonight. The two knights exchanged glances across the succubus, both coming to another silent agreement. "Hmm. You can return the favor by letting us spoil you rotten~"

No, Arthur did not understand. Yes, perhaps he would eventually. Right this moment, none of that mattered. The questions never ended, but were never spoken. Everything happening here was so surreal, so disturbing, he couldn't say another word at all. The most Arthur could do was stare into the face of Morgan, failing to find any sign of emotion in her visage even as she completed her ultimate goal in finding him today. If he ever managed to say anything, it wouldn't have mattered; Morgan was gone just as quickly as she'd arrived initially. During all that, he never even saw a semblance of ability to reason with the woman. Perhaps that was the most disturbing fact after all. In the aftermath, Arthur continued sitting motionless in the bathtub. His head leaned against the edge of it, and even though he could eventually move again... he didn't. The water would turn cold over time; oh well. For the foreseeable future, all Arthur would know, would be the ceiling of the castle's master bathroom.

Merlyn was learning all sorts of new things about herself. Well, that wasn't entirely true, on the day they'd left Zuria she'd been somewhat inclined to believe she'd enjoy playing a bit of a pet to one such as Sir Cador. Of course, this was marked by a certain term which he uttered in the moment with a look of content upon his face. Maybe that was it? Being the object of many sexual desires, she did actually enjoying pleasing. In the case of these knights such a thing would come with a reflexive tightening of her nether around Sir Hector. Ah, and Sir Hector~ His words most recently came in response to her banter. "Oh? I was a bit worried Sir Hector had all but forgotten speech~ Femme Fatale? Me? Hm..." she playfully gave it some consideration. Of course, such a thing could be applied to her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she couldn't just take it. There was something looming over the world which such a title belonged to... how interesting. "It seems to win for me... oh, so long as Sir Hector says it in that lovely French Accent of his~" she said giving the man another wink. Sounds hitting her ears differently seemed to do a great deal of work for her. She probably should have considered that before. To return that favor though, apparently this pair wished to continue spoiling her, on to the point of rottenness. "Spoiled rotten by my two favorite knights? I suppose I'd be remiss to turn down such an opportunity~ Come then~" she mused and as such they'd continue on into the night.

Long after all of that, as Arthur stared at the ceiling of the master bath, there would be Merlyn. She... lying in bed, unsleeping because she was not capable of the action. Instead of looking up at a blank ceiling, she stared up into the starry sky. That was over at least, but even as she happy enjoyed what she could assume to be the warmth of two bodies in her gently oscillating bed, she couldn't help the guilt of her conscience. Merlyn, was not human in any reasonable sense, not anymore at least. But she wasn't as emotionally detached as the other creatures of the world. She loved mankind and felt a special attachment to the ones she helped along. As such, she felt a plaguing sense of dread any time she let something happen to one of them even if it would benefit everyone else. Even knowing how it would turn out in the end... no one wanted those they cared for to suffer. 'Maybe I was already more human than I realized. It's really quite selfish to want them to only have a good time,' The thought passed over her mind as she stared up. 'A bit of depression isn't so bad when you have someone to pull you out of it.' She rationalized to herself. 'At least he won't just try and kill himself like I did so many times...' Her line of thought continued. 'Still... I'm worried. There's a storm in my vision,' she said once again looking towards that name. 'And I can't see through it.'

Indeed, there was a body on either side of Merlyn at the night's end. Sir Hector slept soundly, though the same couldn't be said of Sir Cador. The Spirit Knight meant no slight against Merlyn, but sharing beds had become something of an uncomfortable thing for him, beyond the night's major events. He slept not like the log that was Hector at present, but more like a kitten. Even the movements of the waterbed were keeping him from proper slumber. Intermittently, he sighed. One truth was blatantly obvious to the purple-haired male, and it was the simple fact that he wasn't the only one awake in this room. It was an easy thing to notice, since all he heard was the gentle snoring of Hector, while Merlyn's breathing hadn't changed at all─ and that, he could feel through the arm he had slung around the succubus. "Merlyn, you could at least pretend," he muttered. "It's very difficult to slip out of the room while not being the only one awake. Don't tell me our intentions are shared." If both were awake, Cador thought he may as well spark up a conversation. He wasn't going to be sleeping any time soon, and he hadn't seen Merlyn legitimately doing so while watching her cell for consecutive days; she likely never did. "Back to being troubled already?"

How interesting was it, that Sir Cador also wasn't sleeping? Well, she supposed it made sense enough in context. He'd probably also be the one to realize that Merlyn couldn't have slept even if she wanted to. A smile spread across her face as she heard his voice, break the gentle snores of Sir Hector and beyond that the internal monologue she'd been undertaking for quite a while. To his statement that she could have pretended he was indeed right, but there was hardly a point. "I could have, but I didn't know if that would set you at ease or not. It's hardly slipping out if we are both aware of what's happening~" she mused ever so softly. Were their intentions the same? Maybe... maybe not. Merlyn didn't always know how she should behave around others, or how her interference would be received. Moreover she found herself at least distracted just a little and she knew for a fact that Hector was deep enough in sleep that a little conversation wouldn't wake him. What was asked of her was if she was back to being troubled already... well, that was complicated as a question. "Oh, what a loaded question that is~" she stated that voice of hers teasing as always. "I worry my new take on life, might be a bit too cruel. Arthur may take a while yet to find his light..." she said softly. "I found out what happened to my twin. It's about what I expected..." she mused. "There is a blind spot in my clairvoyance and I find that frightening." she mentioned softly. Yes, that about covered what was going on in the mind of Merlyn right just now.

"Of course it wouldn't. Still, it may have been worth a try." Cador put forth a bit of effort to prop himself up using his elbow. He hadn't expected a waterbed to be so difficult for anything other than intercourse, but the intense movements of it were a slight hassle. Regardless, he managed to settle and gaze upon Merlyn from a slightly higher angle as they spoke. Merlyn went on to explain the goings-on of her mind, and it was quite a lot to take in. "Arthur's light? You're rather preoccupied with our king's mental wellness. Be mindful of your own light, Merlyn; don't let it fizzle out while you keep track of someone else's spark. As for your twin, I'm assuming it isn't a very pleasant story." Oh, the troubles of the immortal races. Cador didn't envy Merlyn having to deal with so many trials, but he also figured she could have taken more care of herself instead of worrying for others so much. Ah well; perhaps there was another quirk to living for eternity, one he couldn't realize without doing so. Moving on though, there was the matter of a gap in Merlyn's Clairvoyance. That was strange, but surely no clairvoyant individual could be without fault, right? Could this have been the first of such experiences for Merlyn? "Is that so strange? I've met many seers whose abilities were... occasionally lacking. Are you so used to knowing everything, that a single blind spot is frightening?"