Castle of Loch Ness

Arthur seemed to not fully understand Guinevere's nature. That was fine, given it was likely a lot less obvious than other people's personalities. "Well, if I were to tell you, there wouldn't be much you could do about it in your current state..." she said with her smile continuing on. Her pacing would eventually lead her towards the kitchens if only because she was still carrying around the left overs from their lunch. "The simple way of explaining it is, I'd talk to you..." she said. Of course, she didn't simply mean talk. When she spoke to most people it wasn't just to speak, Guinevere was a bit of a bully, to her own family and friends. Both Elyan and Emilia had been reduced to stumbling messes in conversation more than once. And she would poke and prod at things indirectly to elicit the reaction she was looking for.

Emilia was truly trying to escape, but her words on the subject only seemed to push Elyan towards a bit more of his own smugness. Maybe, it should have been a bit more obvious to both of them that they were dancing around a certain amount of subject matter. He even went on to mention the pitiful state of her becoming flustered when speaking to him, as if she hadn't looked after him previously. "Hardly. It isn't like you're that young anymore anyway. You're always talking about how you aren't a child and how you don't need coddling!" Did that sentence actually clear up anything? No. It was probably another accidental admission of seeing Elyan in a different light. Actually, that had started a long time before now. Probably around the time he'd been Knighted properly. She'd been so proud of him and he'd looked so happy at the time. "I wasn't trying anything. You're too set on this..." she said practically stumbling over the words and cutting her sentence short. Wait, a moment. Elyan was the one who said all these things. Elyan's words implied his way of viewing her had changed. Emilia rather suddenly had her head spinning. She was interpreting that wrong right? Elyan didn't actually like her right? And she knew she liked him but... Guinevere was going to be a pain about this if it was true wasn't she? Ugh, she'd always said haphazardly they'd make a cute couple. She'd constantly teased the other lass, so much so that Emilia had taken a bit of advantage when Guinevere seemed stunned after meeting Arthur. Oh gods, what that what she looked like when speaking to Elyan?! Emilia was in full panic within her own mind, just turning that dish around in her hand and wiping it with a rag as she stared off at nothing. What was she going to do?

While the panic of teens swelled in the castle, Merlyn and Merlin discussed their conflicting ideals. They were the same person essentially but their marked differences would have been interesting to behold. Of course, of all the things Merlin would bring up, the top of the list was the idea that Merlyn somehow simply tired of watching people die, not necessarily the act of living itself. A scoff escaped the lass as she shook her head. "I rarely change my mind about anything. I... know the difference and both things apply. Admittedly, I've wanted to die less... recently, but only less..." she said, making it clear she still wished for death, more often than not. "I was hoping eventually the world would release me. Since obviously it had a job in mind for me. But it doesn't seem that it is all the world's doing in this case," she said. would she eventually change her mind about liking life? Maybe, but as it stood she had no reason to believe such a thing. Ah but what was this, another statement came from the lad before her and it reminded her of childhood and also almost instantly triggered within her an absolute state of rage. He followed up quickly with an apology. "Words like that are how you end up with no visitor and no hugs for a purposeful 3000 years," she said nose up in the air. According to him, what he created in this space was also dreamy by quality. How interesting. It appeared that their existences were diametrically opposed. She wondered how he came to all the conclusions he was giving. "You know, for someone who wants, nigh needs something from me, you could afford to be a bit nicer~" she said. Would she actually leave her brother hanging completely? No, but would she enjoy a momentary flex of power over him? Yes. If Merlyn created reality, with this place, she could likely grant her brother a bit of reprieve without being directly involved. So, she went about making a clone of herself in the moment disconnected from her being... it wouldn't last more than a few hours, given how clones worked but at least he'd have something to work with maybe. As a clone it initially had Merlyn's own proportions post its creation, but as was the case with Merlyn herself the thing she created could take whatever form the person she was with wanted her to have. "There can you touch that? Should I leave you to your own devices?" she asked of the lad, more than content to let him have his fun while it didn't at all involve her.

"Well yes, but... I could know. That would let me decide how worth it the plan would be. Besides, it isn't as if I would actually do that sort of thing... I think." In truth, Arthur would do exactly that. If he did though, it was likely to be more malicious, and against someone he'd never met for the sake of completing a job. He'd yet to be given such a job by anyone but his own family, but that wasn't a matter of importance. According to Guinevere, she would... talk to him. What was he supposed to garner from that? She was talking to him now. Did that imply some level of parental chastising? No, probably not. Guinevere had a special way about her, and he could never really figure it out. One day. "At this point, I have half a mind to go through with the plan... just to figure out what on Earth you're talking about," he said with a sigh as they encroached upon the kitchen.

Elyan wasn't so young anymore; that much was true. So then, Emilia had every reason to be flustered by the ideas they discussed? "Of course I'm not a child! Are my princely wiles taking their toll on you at last, Emi? Show some restraint," he said cockily with a turn of his head. Truthfully, Elyan was diverting. If he didn't keep yammering on as he was, the lack of distraction would result in a terrible resurgence of less appropriate thoughts seeded into him some years ago. Little did Elyan realize, he wasn't quite so alert in the middle of this conversation. Normally keen to realize anything, he was failing to notice the pair walking hand-in-hand into the kitchen while he continued speaking. "You were the one who started flaunting your nudity all over the castle!" he exaggerated. "Of course you were trying something!"

Merlyn, or rather, Junko, had never really been one to suffer a change of heart with ease. Her desire to part with this life was something he'd seen her struggle through for ages upon ages. Alas, Merlin had confidence these struggles would one day end. The world would not release her, but he had faith she would eventually take solace in eternity. "Chin up, Koko," he said while reaching out to tap her chin with a knuckle─ something he hadn't had a chance to do in literal millennia. "One thing affects the other, and it isn't as bad as the world leads you to believe. Trust me; you'll understand relatively soon." A shrug was to follow the woman's outburst in wake of his little joke. She said he could stand to be a bit nicer, but he disagreed. They were twins, after all; he had no reason to fake it around her. "No one knows us better than we know each other, or rather... ourselves. There's no point to me pretending around you, Koko; you know I mean well," Merlin insisted. Now was the time for a very interesting turn of events. Merlin soon gazed upon two copies of the woman named Junko, one of which was conjured on the spot. Could he touch it? There was only one way to find out. He stepped forward, appraising the clone and wondering how much of his dear sister's personality it had. It certainly had all the other important bits, so that didn't matter much. From behind, the hand of Merlin reached out to touch the clone's cheek. Could he feel it? Yes! A wide grin appeared on the male's face as that very same hand slid down into her blazer to fondle its breast─ all while his other hand slipped between its legs. His eyes wandered back to Merlyn then, as he figured that question of clone personality would soon answer itself. "Ho─! I can! You have my thanks, Koko─ I should repay you~"

Ah, the young king claimed he wouldn't actually follow through with blackmailing Guinevere. She figured as much, well outside of a very specific circumstance of the use of his life's original training, she doubted the lad would be smooth enough to pull off such a thing regardless. "Oh my, it's hardly a threat then is it?~" she questioned quickly with a bit of wit attached. Guinevere figured she had nothing to fear, as such there was hardly any ground for Arthur to stand on, what was more he claimed to not understand fully what she meant by talking to him, and concluded he might go through with his plan just to find out. "You'd hardly have to do that..." she heard the words coming from the kitchen and recognized the voices. "Arthur you're in luck, I believe you're about to find out the answer to your question~" she mentioned as they entered, placing her index finger up to her lips and shushing him so they wouldn't miss anything.

Emilia was practically buried in that one dish she was washing by hand that had to have been clean about 20 minutes ago. The redness in her face hadn't gone anywhere and it wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Obviously Elyan was getting some kind of kick out of the whole thing, he was just as bad as Guinevere when he got going. What was this, his princely wiles were getting to her? "What? N-no, of course it's nothing like that... I'm sure I'd like you even if you weren't a prince or anything..." she said firmly. That statement was only making things worse and she hadn't noticed it yet. Ugh, she really wanted to bury her head in the sink. Maybe she'd drown before the water evaporated by way of the heat on her face. "I didn't flaunt my nudity anywhere. I was only catching up with you, El!" Whoops. Now it was time for a certain voice to clear itself. Guinevere's eyes were alight with mischief in a way they hadn't been in half a decade. Those who knew her might see such a thing coming from a mile away. "Well well, I feel like we've missed something rather extreme, huh.. Lia?~" she questioned only to correct herself. "Or should I be calling you Emi, now too?" she teased, something mercilessly. "Though Emi and El together in the kitchen I haven't seen this in ages... whatever could you two be up to?"

What did Merlyn receive after reiterating her desire to experience death? A tap on the chin and a slight bit of encouragement from her brother. Of course, he would do that, strange as it was, he actually managed to be the kind of person she was looking for, for once. Strange, it would have been all the more heartwarming without the random push for coitus earlier in the moment. Even even claimed that things were not as bad as they seemed. That was easy for him to say, as he wasn't the one dealing with it as a problem. "If you say so..." she said, though she was still a glass half-empty sort of person. Even so, the man claimed that they knew each other better than anyone else, and thus he didn't feel it necessary to pretend around her. Hm, that was likely a bit touching, a sigh escaped he lass as she knew she enjoyed the idea even without confirming it initially. "When you put it like that it doesn't seem bad," she said. Having created a clone for him, she watched as he, claimed it in a way most strange. He touched it and a wicked grin spread across his face. He reached down to fondle her breast, and that wasn't really abnormal for him. Still it was strange to watch his hand slide between the clones legs. The clone seemed to possess his sister's personality just a bit. "Oi, hands off... you're aiming towards creepy. You don't have to molest me you know," the clone of Junko mentioned. "Yeah, this is too weird. I think I'm done dreaming for now. No need to thank me, just change her into someone else. I don't really want the mental image of you having sex with me in my head," she said honestly.

"Of course it's a threat! It's just... a more friendly type of threat~" Arthur claimed. For a moment, the young man turned up his nose, as if to imply that threat was something minor anyway. "You keep up with that attitude, and I'll give you a real threat to be scared of!" Ah, if only the future king could think of something legitimately threatening, yet not actually dangerous in any way. Nothing would come of it now though, considering there were others within the kitchen they were entering. Apparently, Guin intended to listen in on a conversation between Emilia and... Sir Elyan? Well, them getting along made sense given their shared connection to Guinevere, but what could they have been going on about?

Nothing and everything was the answer to Arthur's curiosity. There was a common interest in those two that refused to manifest on the surface for years. Maybe the year of Loch Ness' rise was the year of awakening for them? Time would tell, but before that... Emilia would tell on herself. "Y─... You what?!" Elyan questioned, seeming almost outraged while also showing signs of something far less abrasive. Oh. The knight's cold exterior was becoming something quite literally warm, likely because of the blood rushing to his face. He wasn't ready for that slip-up, so of course his answer was to... hurriedly move on to the next subject. "What do you mean catching up?! Your idea of catching up is putting that kind of thing in my head, you minx?!" Still with the cover-ups, Elyan thought he was almost in the clear. Alas, there was one person who would never allow that to happen: Guinevere. Of course she would show up now, of all times. "G-Guinevere! While it's none of your business, this one thought it was a wonderful idea to force me into imagining her nudity. I was just informing her of how inappropriate that is," he explained. If only Elyan presently had the sense to realize... he was telling this tale to the wrong person.

Meanwhile, Merlin was in the process of learning that this clone of his sister did come equipped with the full brunt of her personality. Excellent. He needed something with a bit of attitude. "Shhh~" he whispered, applying a nameless calming enchantment to the clone. It seemed Merlyn was ready to take her leave as opposed to watching her brother have his way with... well, her. It was fine; she could just fully separate herself from the clone by doing so, assuming she hadn't made any personal developments to their illusionary abilities. "Fine, shoo, shoo! But ah, I'll pay you back anyway. We should make sure we always completely understand each other, yeah? Here, have this~" As one hand left the crotch of Merlyn's clone, the other became more intense in its molestation efforts. More importantly, an enchantment was cast. Merlyn could leave Avalon, but she would do so with all the pent-up sexual frustration her brother had been harboring all this time. He still had it within himself, of course, but he thought it would be a funny bit of spite if he copied it onto her before having her forced out of Avalon. "You'll get to find out what it is once you're gone. Now, where were we?" he spoke again, turning his attention back to the clone he was fondling.

"Friendly, eh?" she teased just a tad. Whatever Arthur's threats were, they were friendly and a bit more. Of course, that sort of thing was absolutely acceptable by Guinevere's own expectations. After all, Arthur by her own approximation was smitten just a tad, even if he wasn't quite certain of it himself, he was definitely curious. And Guinevere could work with that, considering her own interest. "There is very little that scares me, Arthur... do your best~" she offered him words of encouragement in spite of the fact that she should likely be a bit more wary.

In the meantime, Emilia was gone. Her whole head had disappeared in a puff of smoke and she was quite sure she was a shade of red which shouldn't be possible given how very pale she was. She was soon called a minx by Elyan, apparently her idea of catching up was something other than normal. "I didn't mean put anything in your head. Catching up was just the shaved ice and the chat. I mean I don't really mind if that's what you think, but it wasn't my intention," said Emilia seemingly exasperated, she'd let another little tidbit slip, uh-oh. Ah, but she wouldn't even be given the opportunity to recover. No her worst nightmare had appeared in the form of Guinevere. Gods, that girl knew exactly the sort of buttons to press which would have everyone in an entirely different mood. "It was nothing. I made shaved ice, that's all! You should have some, I even made your favorite!" she said, just a little too quickly, it was now Emilia's turn to try and change the subject. "Oh? Is that why I was making ice earlier? You made my favorite flavor but Elyan gets the first share? Sounds like preferential treatment to me," the former princess Guinevere had an interesting underlying personality. "He's not a child anymore you know? No one's going to steal his shares~" she said bringing up an early excuse that Emilia had used to give the lad things before everyone else. Oh but what did Elyan have to say, Emilia had put the idea of nudity in his head? "Oh? So you get the first taste of shaved ice and passing blame?" she asked her younger brother. "From what I remember from our conversations, I doubt Emilia would have to do anything more than talk to you to put such images in your head~" Oh, they were both targets today. Emilia was dead. And shocked, Elyan talked about her when she wasn't around really?! Her face, ears and neck were a brilliant shade of red, what else would come of this conversation. Emilia hadn't even noticed Arthur she was so busy trying to defend herself from the absolute bullying that Guinevere was handing out.

As siblings teased metaphorically within Loch Ness, a different sort of thing was taking place in Avalon. A clone version of Merlyn was being quieted after giving a bit of sass to the twin she'd been given to, at the same time, Merlyn was looking up at the sky to avoid the mental image of her brother sexually abusing her body. Yes, leaving as quickly as possible was her goal, but what was this? Her brother planned to pay her back and enchanted her. "I've got a terrible feeling about this..." she said with a casual eye roll. "Gross. I'm out..." she said waking herself instantly without even giving her self the chance to further witness her brother molesting what was essentially her. The disconnect fully intact, the clone version would answer her brother a bit calmer than the initial reaction. "You were and are molesting me..." she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. At the same time, the actual Merlyn would open those glowing eyes of hers, having slept at least an hour given how time passed for her.

Friendly indeed. Arthur was working on something─ a grand scheme that would function as proper leverage against one such as Guinevere. "Friendly, yes... but I'll end your whole career~" he chimed playfully, yet with an underlying tone of seriousness. He had nothing that would scare her, but perhaps he had something she couldn't fend against. Perhaps he would even need Merlyn for this idea. . .

Of course Emilia was going to claim she... wait... what was that? She didn't mind if he... oh. "You─" Annoyingly, Guinevere came to meddle just as she always did, and always would. Her and the teasing would never stop. She was his sister, and the biggest thorn to ever pierce his side on a regular basis─ now being the perfect example. How interesting it was that she managed to interrupt at the strangest times. "Guin, go back to your... I..." What did she say? Better yet, why did he tell her anything? She had all the information he'd shared with her throughout life, and it seemed she retained the things that would annoy him most. "You─! I was a child when I said those things, damn you!" he insisted in the heat of the moment. Maybe there was a lapse in Elyan's memory. The last time he told Guinevere something along those lines, they were in Zuria under the rule of Queen Kolin. Actually, it had been only a year ago.

And so, Merlyn took her leave of Avalon for fear of seeing too much. Merlin chuckled; there was hope for his dear sister yet. She'd always been the purer of them. He was sure she'd enjoy the little gift he gave her, just as he would thoroughly enjoy what she left him with. With her gone, he could now continue properly. Where was he? Ah, the clone of Merlyn had that information. He was molesting her, and that was something he meant to continue. With his recently-freed hand returning to the space between her legs, he behaved as if he'd actually lost the information. "That's where I was, yes. But... what about you? Don't make it weird by just standing there~"

Arthur claimed he would end her whole career, but that would take him quite a while yet. In fact he was currently being given a front row seat to the kind of person he'd actually have to contend with in such a situation. It would be an uphill battle, but perhaps he'd like it. Ah, Guinevere had shown up just in time to interrupt what could have turned out to be a rather compelling conversation. It seemed that before Elyan could even properly try and gripe at Guinevere he was tossed straight under the bus. Such was her nature, all the while, Emilia was trying her best not to give away too much, "Well it isn't preferential, he saved me earlier when I thought I was being attacked by the creepy voice. It seemed a fair exchange is all..." she said. "Oh? Really Lia? Because I definitely made all this ice way earlier than the voice could be heard. Surely it was always your plan to give him a bowl before the rest of us, he's your favorite after all. You've said so yourself, numerous times even~" she mentioned casually which only made, Emilia's whole face light up intensly. Oh well, she'd lost. Maybe Sir Elyan would have better luck? No. No he wouldn't Guinevere would return to torturing him just as quickly as she'd abandoned him using his own words. "You were a child, El? Really? I suppose you still considered yourself a child last year, in Zuria?" she started lifting her brows gently? "In fact you said that you thought of Emi often while you were gone on the road, and how you couldn't wait to see her when you returned..." there was a pause just a gentle one. Would Guinevere throw her little brother all the way under the bus? Would she wait for him to bury himself instead? Was that little hint enough for Emilia? Well obviously the girl seemed near faint and her face was quite literally the color of a tomato, that redness had spread all the way to her ears and was coloring them similarly, like little peppers to go with her tomato face.

Merlin was enjoying his female clone, who was now fully separated from his sister by her own desire. This of course, would lead to a slight change in the clones behavior. Of course, she still had a bit of a snippy attitude but she didn't have Merlyn's hang ups about this sexual activity. Why would she... she wasn't as strictly attached as her creator. In fact, the return of the hand to her nether made her moan gently. "Hmphf, I guess that's fine... we've already started and everything..." she said still somewhat snidely. Given his positioning that hand of hers would snake around his person aiming to slip past his robes to take hold of his manhood which she would begin to stroke ever so casually.

Ah but what of Merlyn, she'd woken in bed with Sir Cador her body still wrapped around his. But rather suddenly there was a nagging itch present within her loins. Her pupils dilated and she began rubbing herself along Cador's body. She felt strangely hot and had the innate desire to have sex. But it wasn't the normal feeling of her libido. No, it was something way worse than that... Cador was about to be woken in this world. She didn't even time the patience nor desire to wait to walk into his dreams. Her body shifted over his and she reached for his manhood. She placed gentle kisses upon his neck as she began to stroke him. And she'd move down his body steadily aiming to reveal his manhood and take it into her mouth. She wanted to feel this and literally everything else. Why did she feel like she hadn't felt a man's touch in her entire existence? Ugh, is this the gift her brother decided to give her?

"Y-yes, that's it!" Elyan agreed to the counterargument offered by Emilia. She wasn't offering any special treatment of any sort; it was a fair exchange for his assistance! Sadly, Guinevere wasn't quite done with them yet. She knew not only the tales of Elyan, but those of Emilia as well─ notably ones involving Elyan being her 'favorite' as it were. She said something like that numerous times? No, that wasn't the important thing here! Something had to be done about Guinevere's constant meddling! She still wasn't done though, was she? Absolutely not. She was back to him, and how recently it had actually been since he'd spoken of Emilia. Aghast, he stammered over multiple utterances that refused to become words, until he managed another ireful outburst. "T-that was different! Of course I would say something like that; it had been ages! It means nothing─" he said, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. To do that would be dangerous, though... doing anything was dangerous around Guinevere when she became this sort of talkative.

Sweet relief would fall upon Merlin this day. He had a few hours to access this clone, and he planned on taking full advantage. His physiology would help quite a bit. As an incubus, Merlin was a walking, talking aphrodisiac whether he wanted to be or not. Of course, he did want to be, which only made the effect that much stronger in his case. By the time she gave in and began to stroke his tool, his fingers were sliding past those frilly underthings to invade her crevice directly. Ah, that feeling against his skin once more was a treat; it hardly mattered whose body it was. His other hand continued a very thorough investigation of her breast, all while he was tonguing her neck from one side. "H'oh. That's very forthcoming for you. I thought I would have to put forth more effort, but no, you want this as well, don't you?"

Meanwhile, Cador remained asleep. Having a level of comfort he'd gone without for some years now, he found a deep slumber in under an hour─ a very strange occurrence for one such as him. Hold of his manhood, kisses to his neck, neither would wake him. He stirred briefly, notably shifting and squirming by the time Merlyn's mouth reached even the tip of his member. Even unconscious, Merlyn's touch left him engorged with rapidity. Was he perhaps affected by her mood? That was always possible, but it wasn't as if Cador was awake to question anything anyway. He was in the earliest stages of waking, though not quite conscious enough to realize why he was feeling rather pleasant. Ah, it was likely just a dream, no?

Guinevere was on a roll at present. Even as Elyan tried to back up Emilia to help in the efforts to dig them out of trouble, Guinevere was currently taking no prisoners. "Oh? We agreed rather quickly didn't we El? You like being referred to as Lia's favorite now don't you?" she asked of the boy most rhetorically. Both she, and Emilia were privy to Elyan's mannerisms already. It would literally be almost impossible for him to pretend around the pair of them, and without Guinevere giving way. And she would not do so, Emilia was now wide eyed. He said something like that about her? Really?! "You're always like this, Guinevere, you could let up and just enjoy your shaved ice..." Emilia mentioned she was covering her face and panic thinking. The only time Elyan outright denied things was when he was covering up. He really had missed her hadn't he. That gave Emilia weird feelings, she wasn't quite ready to deal with yet. She'd gone all but silent hiding her face, behind her hands. "I mean sure, and I will... seems like you enjoyed yours already~" she claimed while seeming to hint at something. "It's a shame really, you should apologize El, before she takes your cross words the wrong way... though she probably won't. Lia is probably the best at separating your cross words from your actions, right Lia?" she asked open-endedly. Emilia was now officially done. She took off before her head became any bigger but not without a single utterance. She was indeed good at figuring out what Elyan meant aside from the things he said. "I'm leaving. Enjoy the shaved ice... bye!" she said before she threw herself any further under the bus. And just like that Emilia fled, trying to figure out how to deal with this new problem.

Merlin was a walking talking aphrodisiac and as such he was having a pretty strong effect on the clone he was currently feeling up. She in turn was willing to do at least a bit to help him along, almost as if she felt compelled to do so. Perhaps she was doing it only as a cause for seeking her own relief? Or maybe it was something else entirely. Merlyn had created her from herself, perhaps she'd given her the parts that were necessary to get into the situation. At the very least, the lad's tongue moving upon her neck made her breath hitch in her throat and she in turn bit down her bottom lip. "I mean it's kinda hard not to want it too..." she mumbled as if still cross. Still that hand of hers was moving along him as if it hadn't any other function in the world. She'd fully leaned into him, her body relaxing against his as she melted into his hands. She hadn't even bothered pulling away again, instead, beneath the surface she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

Oh how the times, had changed for Merlyn. Right at the moment she was busy tonguing Sir Cador's manhood as he slept. How had he gone from, so uncomfortable he couldn't fall asleep around anyone to dead sleep while she wrapped her person around him? Well, she supposed that was something to figure out later... for now, she was content to continue. Strange though it was, Merlyn was quite literally preying upon this man in his sleep, this was probably the single most defining act for her as a succubus in her entire existence. She closed her mouth around his manhood, moving it up and down, while her other hand wandered down her own burning flesh. She needed release, and strange though it was, even her hands could provide a little. She deftly slipped her fingers between her exposed folds beginning the slow torture of herself as she moaned around that which currently filled her mouth. How long would it take to wake him? She supposed she'd find out soon enough, but for now... she had no problem allowing herself to delve fully into her existence.

Being Emilia's favorite wasn't something Elyan fancied, surely. Guinevere was about her normal level of intrusive, making things up as she saw fit! Yes, that was what everyone needed to believe... and what was true, of course! Or... maybe it wasn't. "Shut up!" he yelled. There was nothing more to be done, nothing more he could think to do without winding up far more flustered than he could deal with being. What was this now? He should apologize? Nonsense! He was clearly telling nothing but the truth, and either way, Emilia was content to run off in a hurry after more of Guinevere's bothersome methods. Elyan was interestingly shocked by this turn of events, just briefly. His arm twitched as if he had the initial thought of reaching out to the scurrying lass. Luckily, he steeled himself and turned away in a huff. "Insufferable as always, Guinevere. One should find the time to ask how you have the nerve while walking in like this," he said angrily, drawing attention to the placement one of Guinevere's hands boasted. Funny; she didn't even try to hide it. "Or is this some act of yours to divert everyone's attention... or even to run us off so you can have your fun in private?"

The Merlyn clone's difficulty resisting Merlin's nature was clear. Why she exemplified this seemingly desirous state was not a matter of importance. The important thing here was that she was relaxed against his fore. He couldn't have that for very long; he needed to make her far more flustered than this. "I bet it is. I could give you some leeway, you know? Though I doubt it would take the wiles of a demon to get things going anyway~" he proclaimed. Merlin sought to slick his fingers in the clone's undercarriage, but that wasn't at all the bulk of his intentions. Once he'd managed that, his hand would be exploring her womanhood with aggression. Were there echoes to be found in the Garden of Avalon, in this empty tower room functioning as his jail cell? If there were, they would soon enough discover them together, as that would be the rapidity he eventually reached when attacking the clone's folds. "Or do you like drugs too? I've heard I can be a little more than drug-like, even before becoming like this."

The amount of time it would take for Sir Cador to wake was in question. Frankly, it was not likely to be incredibly soon. Relaxation was a strange thing. Cador was never one to expect these sorts of advances while he slept, given his experiences thus far. He had, however, been led to believe in the chance of Merlyn entering his dreams. As such, perhaps that was happening while his mind was in a blank state? Yes, that made sense. His body was always going to react regardless, sighs and wriggles overtaking him bit by bit. His shaft was throbbing, even swelling within the succubus' mouth in response to the resonance of her moaning around it. His breathing had intensified along with the beat of his heart, something resembling a moan crawled out of his throat, yet still, he seemed as unconscious as he had been before. . .