Finis Chaldea

A ridiculous sentiment it was, but what could she have truly been referencing? It could have been the proclamation itself, or it could have been how he referred to the woman. Perhaps it was even a bit of both. Regardless, it was not a complaint she offered. Of course it wasn't; what had she to complain about? Artoria Pendragon had officially tasted of the heavens, in the most literal sense possible within this era. it was unexpected, she said. Oh? Such a statement could result in only one thing. "Unexpected? Between being spoiled with affections and receiving my glorious seed, I should wonder what you speak of," he jested while tracing that recently-licked thumb across Artoria's bottom lip. What drove her to lick that digit slathered in seed? Instinct? How very interesting. "H'oh. For one so brash and in charge of all walks of life, you play the role of a pet exceptionally well. Shall I acquire a collar and call you a good girl?" he mused, seeming to be in rather high spirits. The clarity found post-ejaculation was not a thing that would haunt Gilgamesh. It never had, but in this case, it never could. Regretless would be his walk toward a future that involved Artoria Pendragon. Regretless and... apparently thrilling at every turn.

Did the rest of him taste like that strange dessert Artoria favored? He wouldn't know. In truth, it was a completely subjective matter, some form of passive effect locked as a requirement of his existence. His form was divine, and all things divine were to be appreciated as such. Nature itself was the reason Artoria tasted what she did, and perhaps that would be an effect that wore off eventually. He'd never tolerated a single person long enough to find out the truth, nor did he ever care to do so. Whatever Artoria tasted now, or in the future, was not his concern; the act of tasting was the only thing of importance. "You are pleased, then. The ziggurat is almost upon us. If your loins burn with maximum impatience, the journey could become even shorter."

The jest of the King of Heroes hit Artoria's ears and she scoffed. He would find it amusing the way she'd said such a thing, but how she meant it was rather open if she was being honest. "Yes. Moving on..." In typical fashion she seemed content to leave such a sentiment with as few words as possible. Why was she always so short? It simply wasn't in her nature to be overly expressive. Both acts were technically unexpected for various reasons, she had no expected to taste something which she enjoyed from someone else's body, she'd also not expected to be bombarded with words that made her feel warm and tingling inside that were factual and honest. These were things she enjoyed about Gilgamesh irrespective of all else.

Gilgamesh's teasing good mood did not seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Actually, his words about the subject of her making a good pet in spite of her normal personality made her look at him strangely. She did not wish to be called a good girl, nor did she wish for a collar, her behavior had been one of instinct not of any particular leaning known to herself. "I seek no praise and I do not like collars," she said clearly, that last bit was a hard bit of disapproval but that was to be expected. That being said, she did not have a problem with Gilgamesh claiming ownership of her in various ways... something about that seemed right. Actually, considering it from her current perspective she did not truly mind him being as he was in these situations. She was often brash, moody and commanding, not having to be so all the time was a bit relieving. Just as right was the action she'd taken of licking his thumb and equally right was the strange feeling that thumb traveling over her lip gave her. She did not understand all of these nuances, but she was quite certain she would not deny a sexual activity that felt right to her. Nor would she deny this non-specific face of hers access to whatever notions kept her without stress. Arguing with her body about it was not worth the extra effort.

Regardless, the Ziggurat was something that they could apparently be back to within a shortened amount of time if it was a wish, and she was asked if she was pleased. Artoria was not a dishonest person by her own nature, and as such she answered honestly. While busying her fingertips to travel along those markings on his chest she'd gotten used to since the end of her Holy Grail war."I am pleased, and the feelings that I had never truly stopped. I am not impatient but I am also not particularly so... do with that what you will," that statement wasn't even evasive. She truly did not feel overly stressed about their movements one way or another. She was comfortable enough in his presence to remain where she was situated in spite of his nudity. She liked when he touched her and spoke to her, and she was coming to find she liked engaging in sexual activity with him. That small curiosity stayed burning in her head though, she also wondered about these markings on his person. She'd never properly asked before either, no use showing real interest, now she was content to let her fingers explore and her mind wander over the possibilities.

Yes was her answer. Surely it was natural for both things to be surprising; they could both carry on shocking each other as such. What of the next thing he'd become curious about, though? He could imagine a collar around the Queen of Knights' neck; it made a very interesting image to contrast her typical demeanor. Alas, it was neither truly fitting nor accepted. The rest, however, he processed as half-truth. Artoria Pendragon did not seek praise; that much was always clear. However, there were some nuances. Artoria sought victory, valorous as she was. Was it not a victory to receive praise from the King of Heroes? Perish the thought of it being anything else! "What a shame. I suppose I'll have to use something else," he said, moving his hand until his fore and middle fingers took her fringe and slid down it. Yes, that would more than suffice.

Whatever the case, Artoria admitted in her own indirect way to her impatience... or at least, a lack of patience despite the alleged lack of impatience. Very well. He took this information as needed, and with a click of his fingers, Vimana's trademark "speed of thought" movements carried them immediately to the king's balcony. There, the ark landed, dematerializing beneath them as Gilgamesh hooked an arm beneath the Queen of Knights' rump to keep her elevated while he walked forward. This place would be nothing unfamiliar to the queen. It was far from well-lived in, hardly seeing King Gilgamesh at all even over the last millennium. Artoria had been the last one to sleep upon the bed they approached, and she would be the next one to lie on it as Gilgamesh lowered her. On his way to do so, of course, there was more to be said. "Hmph. There are many things I will do as I please with. You are included, of course... but we've known that for quite some time, haven't we?"

Artoria found herself being watched by the King of Heroes. Soon enough, he was pushing the fringe away from her face claiming he'd have to do something else with her dislike of collars. That thing he did with her hair made her look away from him just a bit. Why was he so doting? Did she like that? Yeah, probably. Well, people fussed over her a lot, but it wasn't something she generally accepted. It was the nature of monarchy to always have people at one's beck and call. Of course, she was the type of person who wasn't originally brought up to be such a person, so she found it annoying for the most part. Here and now, it was less annoying but somehow still embarrassing.

Speaking of embarrassing, they went from floating around outside to walking onto the balcony into the bedchambers of Gilgamesh. Of course, walking was not the right word. Artoria was being carried in a very strange way. Why did he not just put her down?! She started to protest this treatment her hand meeting his shoulder while his arm was under her rear holding her up. "... Oh," she seemed to have something to say but thought the better of it. After the first few steps she couldn't decide if she liked this or not. Yes, she was an adult and perfectly capable of walking herself. But she did not dislike being held up like this. Was that strange? Probably. "Well, you at least seem to be very certain of that..." she said. If she was going to be lowered to this bed, she'd enjoy her time in the place known as up, wondering what it was she liked about it. Regardless, she seemed content enough to go along with his plans at this point... she was quite familiar with this room. It was one she'd slept in before, so it was hardly something she could not be used to at this point. If she was being honest, she felt at ease in this man's presence and in his country for the most part.

Indeed, he was certain of nothing more than the fact that he'd have his way with Artoria. The process had already begun, and was in progress during this very discussion. All the while, Gilgamesh was gently placing the woman on the bed that would soon enough be theirs. He didn't stop at placement; he kept moving forward as well. The king's own body would become what kept the sitting woman mobile, until she lay back against the bed. Gone was the time for patience. In hovering over the Queen of Knights, Gilgamesh took her right thigh into his hand and lifted it. His place was between her legs, so he took this action unto himself to make it so. "Hear me, Artoria Pendragon. It is not surety that drives me toward you. Even if I were not certain of this moment coming to pass, it would be made the only acceptable path by my own hand."

While speaking, Gilgamesh drew closer and closer still. He wouldn't stop until his lips brushed against hers, but there was far more to the movement than that. In their current position, his tool was laid over her folds and lodged between their bodies by the time one pair of lips met another. Gilgamesh's hand would be found rubbing the woman's thigh once more while he assaulted her mouth, care regarding both of their excretions thrown to the wind.

Artoria was placed on his bed, and Gilgamesh continued to move forward, hovering over her. She found herself leaning back until eventually she lay back against it. Strange, she was not used to anyone having this particular view of her. She stood over many an opponent but being in the position of being below someone was not truly something she experienced. Even if counting her attempted defiling, the struggle of such moments left her without a good view of those moments. This one was very different. She could see him here and now... she came to the conclusion she definitely found him attractive. Moreover, she did not dislike him being this close to her. Her leg was lifted and he took his place between them, fine... that gentle rubbing of her thigh was something else as well. She took a breath hearing the words he spoke. It was not certainty that led him to her, he would have made that happen by his own hand. Artoria's eyes widened at that statement, she did not dislike that earnestness. Even as his girth was planted between them she could do nothing but enjoy the moment. He brought their lips together, seeming not to care about where either of their mouths had so recently been. Would she protest? Well, a hand would be found against his chest but there was no real tension in it. If nothing else, she seemed to be relaxing into it, as her mouth was assaulted. What an interesting taste his lips had, she did not mind it. In fact it only seemed right that she know that information too. The smallest little moan escaping her lips in a moment like this. that little slip of cloth she wore sipping further and further up her hips with the gentle twitching of her legs. She liked this and she was unsure why, but she was only the type to move forward. She kissed him back, her mouth attacking his back as they settled into this new endeavor.

Once more, it seemed as if Artoria was almost prepared to shirk his advances, but lo, that hand reaching out to his chest presented no force at all. It served the very same purpose as before, resting against his torso and doing nothing to halt progress. The same could be said of that little gown she wore as it continued slipping away from the tiniest movements. He'd already been granted immediate access to Artoria's undercarriage; he could feel it through his own. Gilgamesh never even made contact with that fabric until his hand traveled up the woman's thigh, onto her hip where it would continue rising to drag the useless article up Artoria's torso. Minor movements of both bodies had their loins rubbing against each other just slightly, and that alone had him throbbing against her. Anticipation had never been as high.

Alas, he would not waste this moment with hasty approaches; that line of thinking led to the relentless onslaught upon Artoria's mouth. His tongue was entering the space between her lips by the time that dress made the trip halfway up her torso. By that time, he gave up on lifting it. Superior was his hand's purpose in grasping his own shaft instead, redirecting it by guiding it down Artoria's womanhood. Contact was never broken during this time, all the way to the moment of prodding. In that moment, Gilgamesh came to realize this would be a hard-fought battle indeed. Every bone in his body told him to thrust, but when was the last time he'd even encountered the inexperienced woman? Virginity was no trait belonging to the people of his era, essentially from the moment of maturation. A stage of life was being torn away this day, taken with the simple act of walking through a door, in a manner of speaking. It would be foolish to burst through said door. One first had to knock, and knock he did. In the wake of said knocking though, he took it upon himself to push open the door and, in typical insistent visitor fashion, peak his head inside to announce his arrival.

Artoria was not going to push away Gilgamesh. Even as her clothing shifted upwards around her body and his own hovered atop her. That hand she placed against his chest was one which she was using as a point of comfort. Even though she only knew forward momentum and would not change herself for such an encounter... there was still that gnawing itch in the back of her mind which bred nervousness for this new experience. Though she'd come to expect and feel this man within her depths, she had no idea what that would feel like and as such she found herself unprepared. Even so... there would soon be a meeting between them which was not unlike an introduction. It would seem, he'd even abandoned moving her clothing away, to take up a single movement which was this introduction.

Pressure.

That was such a strange feeling. Even with the preparation of the passing hours and the deep seated tingle in her loins, Artoria felt an extreme bit of pressure directly as she was greeted in this manner. She was sure no great breech had been made, but still... she'd liken it to the first press of a knife's blade into flesh. There was resistance, even when the blade was sharpened to perfection and only after a few seconds did the very tip of that blade sink in. This was a torture tactic or one of mercy depending on the placement of the blade. A single moment was usually all it took to bleed someone from the right angle. Luckily enough their mouths were brought together still, she could distract herself remain relaxed and do everything within her soul not to brace against this intrusion. Still that first insertion even of just the head was something surprising and once again Artoria's body seemed apt to do as it wished. The gentle pulses which had occurred within her nether started up again, in a manner which could be seen as an invitation, even her hips wanted to shift gently to allow easier access. Ah, but it was also rather snug, like squeezing in just as the door had barely opened. She could not say whether she would like or dislike this feeling in the moment, but at the very least, no one was twisting this particular knife as it tried to sink in, that was helpful.

There was resistance, and not simply the natural contention of the body. It seemed Artoria's mind and body were on the verge of another war. There was an effort to remain diligent against any inclination to tense; he could sense it within her. Ah, but that was not her job, was it? No... it was his place to ensure she remained relaxed. Easily done, he thought. The hand which steadied his member during its approach needed something to do anyway, so of course it traveled north just a bit─ into the queen's crease. What better way to aid relaxation in the face of one than to provide additional stimuli? Well, if there was any other, it didn't matter. His choice was to let a finger rediscover her love bud. The rubbing that ensued was in no way furious, and in fact barely registered as movement at all. However, it was joined by the pulse of his member in sequence. He'd put an entire orchestra between her legs if she had enough receptors for it, but... this would suffice as the slightest of thrusts began. Tip in, tip out─ that would be enough for a start. Of course, his efforts above the belt would pause for nothing. It seemed he'd never gotten enough of a sample for the taste of Artoria's mouth. Even now, his tongue swam around inside as if it were having its first experience with a new point of focus. He would soon take the next big leap... but not yet; not yet at all. For now, for the sake of acclimation, he found this sufficient.

Artoria was indeed in a bit of a battle. It was lesser than most, but to fight the most natural of her inclinations was difficult... she often did such things but the difference between battle and dance was becoming known in a moment like this. Relaxing was difficult to do when you were actively trying to do so... but this was not a solo endeavor. It was presented to be the case, that Gilgamesh understood the nature of her plight and sought to ease it for it her a bit. His hand was now found between her folds, ever so gently teasing. Warmth spread across her face in a moment like this and her mind's functions ceased for just a second as she exhaled a breath. Her mouth was now open to the invasion presented by Gilgamesh and she found interest in his taste of her mouth.

Surrender.

That word almost did not exist for Artoria Pendragon. But her body agreed enough with the notion that she sank deeper, her body losing the edge of its external tensions. Her lips moved against his and that hand resting against his chest began to move. She was tracing the muscles of his chest, up to his shoulder before slipping around the back of his neck. There those fingers gently traced his hairline and the skin on the back of his neck... at her fingertips she found extra relaxation just as she did in her careful inspection of her newest weapon. This was distracting a bit, enough for those little thrusts of his tip to feel less intrusive than she'd originally thought. The more they happened, the more she was certain it would eventually find its home within her person. Actually, that was wrong, she wasn't just certain she was sure her body was inviting it, with gentle pulses as she moved closer and closer towards that lovely feeling she'd come to understand fully in the last few hours. Though admittedly feeling it in this case would be quite different than before.

It seemed Gilgamesh's little maneuver of choice was performing its task quite effectively. He could feel Artoria's body relaxing beneath him, even going above and beyond simple acceptance of his movements. What he felt was more akin to a welcome, or even a calling card. The only reasonable response, of course, was to answer the call while Artoria's fingers danced around the back of his neck, and her loins slicked his tip in preparation for entry. That feeling Artoria moved toward was one Gilgamesh was content to throw her right into. In the same respect, he would throw himself into her in... about the most literal sense he could this time.

So then, how would he be taking that blatant invitation? He'd RSVP with gusto, yet with finesse. He surely wouldn't be thrusting his way in with abandon, but he was equally not the type to exemplify much restraint. Gilgamesh did not creep his way through doors. He knocked only as a courtesy, but he would be making his way in regardless. So... forward he went. His tongue retracted from the confines of Artoria's mouth, and in that same moment, a grunt accompanied Gilgamesh entering the queen's nether properly. A forward thrust should have been something simple, but it was not. No, this movement was more likened to donning a skintight garment of some sort, lubricated yet no less tedious to slip into. Perhaps tedium was not the way to describe it. Instead, it was best addressed as a challenge he would relish in overcoming. Ah, but when would that thrust stop? Upon breaching the threshold of her womanhood, he offered no more than a third of himself. Whether this was an act of arrogance or of charity, well... that was not to be determined by Gilgamesh himself.

Artoria had relaxed quite a bit, finding it easier in the moment to surrender to a sensation she could not have been prepared for. That being said, she wasn't sure anything could have properly prepared her for the sensation of being entered in such a way. So, how would this go? Well tongue pulled from mouth, grunt and a push, such a tight push. She was watching his face initially, that pressure she'd felt initially was something well beyond anything she'd experienced in either of her lives. In truth... she might have been more ready to be pierced by a sword than to have the deeper reaches of her person breached in such a way. She couldn't help the surprise in her person, it spread across her face almost instantly, how was she supposed to qualify such a feeling? Well, with a swear of course... "Fuck!" she swore under her breath as her body worked to accommodate such a new sensation. Actually, the truth of the matter was, her depths seemed to be a bit more prepared than she, though the initial feeling was full of pressure and the gentlest of tears, it was far from an absolutely painful sensation. At this point it was just comfortable... like being full, or having cramps. Given her previous life she could somewhat ignore that sensation as her body adjusted. She let out another breath, that hand of hers which was on the back of his neck had initially tightened there laced into strands of blonde hair before she relaxed it a few moments thereafter.

Pressure, slight burning... fullness. Those were the kinds of sensation she was currently getting... was it good or bad? She wasn't sure yet. She was almost certain he'd shown some kind of restraint, but also not nearly an amount which would be considered reasonable. He was a rather unreasonable individual. Strangely she couldn't have imagined this particular endeavor with anyone else... A few more calm breaths, he'd stopped moving but, he was quite far away. Ah, was he testing the waters then? Perhaps, or he was being arrogant. It was always hard to tell. She supposed she could wait a moment, having gotten herself together a bit more she had reached the proper state of adjustment by now. In fact that little tightening within her body returned of its own accord seeming to invite further movement, enough that Artoria's hips twitched just a tad. What did she have to say? "If this is restraint from the likes of you, I wonder how long you will maintain such stillness and distance. It is quite unlike you~" she mused. Of course, she did not dislike the care taken but she also couldn't like an extended handicap. If this was to be a dance momentum was required and if she was to truly understand this... she had to understand all of it. This was how Artoria Pendragon was....

There was a plunge, and a swear immediately following it. Only one of those two things came from Gilgamesh himself. It was an utterance he'd become quite attached to over time─ the moment Artoria Pendragon's knightly demeanor collapsed under the weight of a single occurrence. None could wipe the grin from Gilgamesh's face when he heard it in this situation. Regardless, he was content to bask in this first moment of breaching. He could not remain motionless for long, yet he could also imagine himself remaining this way for an eternity. Of course, Artoria would urge him in one direction over the other. Was this stillness and partial insertion an act of restraint? Perhaps it was. Was it unlike him? No, that couldn't be so. "Restraint is a king's kindness. You will only lose yourself more quickly if you think to challenge my act of magnanimity," he stated.

Regardless of their differing opinions regarding his inaction, it was not to last. His manhood was already beginning its return stroke, the pivoting of his hips starting gradually within the confines of the initial thrust. For the time being, he found satisfaction enough in this. Entering this woman was like sheathing a sword with a knife's scabbard; this friction had to be unbearable for the likes of ordinary humans. Well, that only meant he had to do what was necessary to have her body adjust to him, didn't it? They'd be the perfect fit for one another in due time. "And from where did you acquire a sense of impatience? Some nerve you have after defying me for so many years."

Artoria's words to Gilgamesh were taken as a challenge to magnanimity. There was a claim made that such a thing was only going to lead to her hurried loss of self. She should think of it as the king's kindness. "My loss of self is no concern, I asked for no such thing..." she said seeming to be playfully upset at his words. Of course, in all truthfulness she did not dislike that he was like this with her, and she did appreciate the amount of care taken with her person in all aspects he showed himself to do so. It was part of the reason she'd come to like him, even if she did not like handicaps or doting affection when it was aimed at herself. Well, that was not true either, she liked the doting affections some... she was always just unsure of how to react to it outside of very specific situations.

Ah, but her words were not ones which were apparently necessary. Gilgamesh began moving and she now had to deal with the sensation of her body stretching. Ah, but it was far from a negative sensation. Her next exhale was less relaxed but her hips had shifted gently to that movement. She could come to like such a thing... she figured within a few moments. Actually her eyes closed just a second as she gave herself a moment to adjust to the feeling of being filled in such a unique way. "Patience is no virtue that has ever belonged to me, you are wildly mistaken to think so..." she said scoffing and stifling a moan. The finger of her unoccupied hand ended up closed between her teeth after that little line of speech. She'd only release it with a breath and a tiny little moan, her next speech seemed related to the first bit but spaced for the sake of accommodating that interruption. "Also it was hardly defiance, I only tried to kill you twice." Her words had a little extra snark to them, mostly as a point of her being unable to just take such random words from him. She was not in a bad mood, her body was adjusting. And as she became comfortable, those little movements of her own hips would further encourage his movements. Surely, this friction was just as lovely for him, as it was for her? 'Is this why it is enjoyable?' she mentally questioned herself about the nature of this endeavor. She could almost feel it, a strange version of that sensation from earlier, but instead of just empty pressure it was more like the feeling of muscles contracting and relaxing as weights were lifted. Oh? What would that feel like at release? She could only imagine it would be like the bursting of a dam compared to that gentle trickling stream of earlier. Would she enjoy that? What would be needed to accomplish it? Only time would tell... but she strangely had no problem waiting on it, while entertaining the King of Heroes, her face blushed when she realized this.

Artoria asked for no such thing, indeed. Never did the Queen of Knights ask for anything. Either she had, or she didn't have and would take for herself; there was no room in this for requests. What a shame; it didn't matter if she asked. "A kindness indeed," Gilgamesh reiterated. As he finally began moving though, all initial thoughts of kindness began to blur quite a bit. How he managed to avoid recklessness, he wasn't sure at all. This careful pacing wasn't very him at all, yet currently, he felt as if it was the only way to function.

Now then, what was this about Aroria's lack of patience? He was mistaken in thinking she considered it a virtue? Ridiculous. Perhaps it was not what most considered an act of patience, but she'd been beating around the bush for long enough to be considered patient as far as he was concerned. Oh well. Apparently, Artoria was not without the 'bite' she possessed during their normal exchanges here and now. Hardly defiance, she said. She'd only tried killing him twice, she added. All the while, her body continued opening itself to him, even seeking his body as a result. As his hand had yet to remove itself from her undercarriage, he continued making use of it against that little nub. "How insufferable. You claim no defiance, yet here you sit in refusal to cross the threshold? Your audacity knows no limits," he insisted, as if to imply her lack of immediate orgasm was a slight against him. "Some nerve you have to make me exert myself." Even as these words were spoken, there was a grin on the king's face, and a twinkle in his eye. The hinging of his hips would continue unchanged, despite his claims of exertion. What more did he even have in mind? In truth, there was more than he could even dream of exploring, but... not just yet.

Further claims of kindness came from Gilgamesh. Artoria wouldn't deny that his actions were kind, she only had issue with never having asked for such a thing. Of course, it was common knowledge that she did not ask for anything, most who knew her, knew this fact. Perhaps in time, the King of Heroes would completely understand, that seemed to be his aim regardless of what Artoria sought from him regardless.

Speaking of seeking, that finger near her mouth was bitten down on again, as her hips began seeking further stimulation that she could barely tolerate to start with. It did not help at all that Gilgamesh was still teasing at her apex while she began feeling that pressure building within her person. Those careful hinging motions of his manhood felt like, stirring and did not help her demeanor at all. According to the man above her, she was insufferable for claiming no defiance while defying him in a very specific way... What was more she was now looking up into his face and seeing him, grin? She liked that didn't she? "I will no hear talks of my audacity from the likes of you..." she chided but she couldn't actually mean that. The thought of him exerting himself was a bit appealing wasn't it? She knew she probably couldn't even look like she meant her last set of words. Her flushed face managed to look astounded as she realized that little twinkle in his eye and that look on his face were things she appreciated. In addition to her general appreciation of his body and his personality. 'Fuck!' her thoughts were swears again and out of her mouth came moans instead of words. So, close to that threshold she could not stop her body from chasing it. Just a few moments, just a little more as pulses of her core aimed to cling to that beast which had invaded her body so recently. That feeling to clenching which had been happening periodically throughout their time together today, happened around something of a massive girth and when it did, the dam finally burst forth. "GIL!~" Just that that name shortened as it was, while her hand clutched at his back and those gentle movements of her hips came to a halt. There were stars in her vision now, she could feel the contractions of her body internally seeming to enjoy the size and shape of that which she finished around. That was good. Too good. She couldn't hear. There were tingles spreading down her entire body as her core relaxed but she could still feel him through that part of her body. There was added slickness, she'd stopped breathing. She couldn't see. No. That was stupid, her eyes were just closed again. This man did terrible things to her. Great? Yes, but absolutely terrible.

Lies. Artoria said many times that she would hear nothing about her audacity from him, but in truth, she'd never hear the end of it. Her insolence truly knew no bounds, and while such was often a thing to dislike, this particular instance could almost have it be treated as a compliment. The mere idea that he could and would exert himself against this woman was titillating. Soon, it would be far more than an idea. "You, Artoria Pendragon, will hear a great many things. For the foreseeable future, most of it will be your own voice," he insisted. Lo and behold, the Queen of Knights' voice was the only sound reaching the walls of this room immediately thereafter. She did nothing but moan in satisfaction for several moments, while he was awarded the sensation of her walls collapsing around his girth. With a shout of his name, one could jest that she thought to bring down the room's walls as well... but more imperative was Artoria's body, interior and exterior, grasped at him. "H'oh?" he uttered smugly. As her nether convulsed around his shaft, it throbbed in response. How audacious, to even think of converging on him so brazenly.

Oh? Even worse yet, the Queen of Knights seemed to have left her eyes closed. Well then, it was high time his hand abandoned its previous location, so both could be utilized for a greater purpose. Artoria had been gnawing on her finger this entire time, so one of Gilgamesh's hand would take that wrist and hold it against the bed next to her face. He bore his weight against it, using the leverage to lift his torso by a small amount. His other hand grasped Artoria by the side, as if to keep her smaller frame steady for what was to come. "Close not your eyes, O' Impossible Queen. You will never witness the ram priming itself to tear down your city wall," he quipped. With this and the movement of his own body, Gilgamesh thought to bring attention to a single thing. Between them was a path, a clear line of sight toward the point of contact between their lower bodies. "Do not be taken by surprise when you are under siege," Gilgamesh added. His desire was for the queen to watch, to first see the bulk of his length not yet buried in her loins. He wanted her to know with certainty that a greater girth remained just beyond her walls, and then... it would begin. He'd force himself deeper and deeper, that snug fit making it nigh impossible to do so with anything resembling haste. He'd leave an open view as petals contorted around an invasive force that stretched them apart, and he'd take great glee in knowing it was happening. When he would stop this forward movement was yet to be determined, but he knew for certain that he'd soon have his work cut out for him if things were like this already.

What was he saying? She'd hear a great many things, mostly her own voice. Well... she could see how that might happen. Though that did not change the fact that Artoria had no inclination of taking teasing from this man lying down, regardless of her current positioning. Oh... right, she'd heard just her own moans and the sound of her shouting his name. That was definitely going to come up again later. Her body seemed to enjoy that which had found itself buried within, and what was more... his girth seemed to pulse back in the most enticing way. Oh? She could truly enjoy such a thing from him right at the moment. Even with her eyes closed. Of course, she wouldn't be allowed a simple moment to gather her wits. This man was ruining her life and pinned her arm to the bed. She needed that...

Ah, but there was something else, her eyes fluttered open and she was instructed to look down? She would not see him priming himself for tearing down her city walls? Well, that wasn't going to go over well, was it? Well, if this was war, she would not be taken by surprise. Her eyes travelled down and she took in the sights. So much of him was outside of her still... she was right to question how such a thing would work. Even in a moment like this she barely had words to share. "Ugh... why do you mean that the way I took it," she practically moaned those words. Already steadied, already pinned... she could do nothing but watch with anticipation as he forced his way inward. That tight squeeze of her depths, would only continue. When would he stop? She also had no idea, but her body was stretching ever so gently, for each glorious centimeter he gave, she would be found adjusting and accommodating. Ah, it was so tight though, the friction alone would likely kill her. She was certain of it. 'Fuck, fuck... to the death then,' she was thinking this exact word over and over again. "I do not remember giving permission for you to look so pleased about it," a little bite was left in the Queen yet. Even as her face remained reddened and she practically swooned from the extra sensation. Such a force when it finally became situated could definitely bring about her end, she could feel it with each pulse he made towards the end of her. That hand on the back of his neck contorted itself, pressing finger tips into skin as if she needed to relieve the pressure bearing down on her in some way. Teeth grazed her bottom lip as she felt every movement and pulse. This had to be what was intended, and it was amazing and horrifying at the same time. Seconds seemed like hours and eternity was stretching beyond her own understanding. Stretch, stretch, stretch... it was as if her body was willing to do what she asked. Still she could not look away, this joining of bodies as her internal walls collapsed around him was truly a sight to beheld. She was certain she never would have liked this with someone else, a secret victory for the King of Heroes that she would never express, well not aloud anyway... surely her body's acceptance of him was enough right? Eventually he'd reach the end of her, eventually, she was acutely aware of the length of his manhood having handled it so directly for so long before, logic said something so large would not fit within her person, but physics was apparently not as limited in this world as it was in the other...

She had no use for that hand, unless her long-term intention was to bite her own finger off. They were only just getting started, and Gilgamesh had much more to offer─ not the least of which involved insertion. Now, why did he deliver those words the way she would have processed them? Simply put, it was easy to understand how Artoria related one thing to another in her mind. She lived two lives, and both were dedicated to killing in some way. One should presume much time was required to cease such comparisons, but for the time being, he spoke in these terms because Artoria would not need to waste time translating for herself. "My message is understood this way, no? Fear not. In time, you will speak the language of debauchery without need of a filter," he declared.

With that, the agonizing thrust proceeded. Even Gilgamesh was nearly caught wondering if he would be crushed by this act, but even that would not stop him pushing forward. "H'oh?" he uttered when Artoria spoke aloud. That became the determining factor, causing his thrust to stop. Only halfway, it seemed, but there was now purpose in halting. "Why not should I be pleased? Look at you. Your reddened face should be likened to the sun, as dawn and dusk occur in unison." Gilgamesh spoke while removing the hand from Artoria's side, placing it upon her cheek. His smile was not quite so arrogant, but instead somewhat... appreciative in nature. "That sun now falls on the stoic Knight-Queen, and simultaneously rises to greet a newborn woman." The king's thumb moved just slightly, rubbing her cheek as his palm remained steady. His thrust may have stopped moving forward, but nothing could stop the constant throbbing of his member while it was being squeezed half to death. At this rate, he didn't have to move at all; this snug fit alone was already superior to outright plunging into some random jezebel. "I can do naught but appreciate the sight, even as it makes me want to fire volleys into the sun until it bursts into an unrecognizable form. You may rejoice. It seems I have more restraint than even I thought possible."

It was true that Artoria, or rather Hoshimi Eri understood most things in terms of violence. What she did not expect was for such a notion to be applied to speech as it left the mouth of Gilgamesh simply for the purpose of clarity. "Yes, I understood... and I will speak how I wish!" Artoria made such a proclamation knowing full well half of what she wanted to say where swears. Whatever the case, she was content to take more and more of this man into her depths. It was strange that it worked, but also fine that it did. She could enjoy this tight push up to her person. 'I really should kill him for this...' she thought though admittedly her expression was much softer than she meant for it to be. Maybe she should be working towards not thinking about things violently? Well, it was a work in progress for another time.

Right now though, that push forward had stopped but her insides hadn't stopped pulsing in response to those constant throbs. Her body spilled forth in response lubricating further and giving her that same tingling sensation she'd been experiencing all day. She really could get used to that. What she couldn't get used to however was the sudden shift in Gilgamesh, well shift might have been too strong a word, for the gentleness he always seemed to have ready specifically for her. He appreciated the shifts in her person, her reddened face and the subtle falling of the Knight-Queen into some other form of being. Ugh, why was he like this? There was even a gentle hand on her cheek and a less arrogant smile on that face of his. She liked that, she cut her eyes to the side for just a moment looking more embarrassed than one should while having someone buried partway into their body. That gentle pulse of hers seemed to increase with the beating of her heart. "You still have flowers falling out of your mouth," she murmured almost squirming. Her own hand shifted from his back to the side of his face. "Surprisingly enough, I do not mind the look on your face right now, so I shall accept," she mentioned. There was something both enticing and torturous about this lack of movement, she felt herself aiming to shift of her own accord inviting him further into her body than he'd taken upon himself to go. Still it was rather tight as an endeavor, she wondered if it would always be this way or if more would eventually come with greater ease. Even if movement did not come, she could easily find herself moved to bliss, staring at him as such with her insides taking on the brunt of the work...

It seemed there would be a few moments of stop-and-go between these two on the eve of their first night together. Gilgamesh did not mind this; he found it built anticipation wonderfully. Better yet was the banter between them, full of snark and defiance as it always had been. Artoria would speak how she wished, she insisted. He disagreed. From his current perspective, she would speak coherently only when he took pause, lest she have nothing but swears and his own name to utter. Aloud though, he had something quite different to declare. "If that is what you believe," he said.

Apparently, flowers continued to fall from his mouth. That line never made sense from the likes of her. All his life, he'd spoken in such a way. Where had she gotten the thought of flowers? Well, it didn't really make much of a difference how she addressed his speech. She knew he meant every spoken word; that was the important thing. Moreover, her hand traveled from his neck to his face, mimicking the king's own gesture of adoration as she addressed the look on his face. Oh? What sort of expression was he wearing? Gilgamesh himself could only wonder, though only for a moment before brushing it off with a snort. According to Artoria, she'd accept his manner of speech and whatever accompanied it. "Hmph," he scoffed, the throb of his shaft intensifying in the same moment. "Do not speak of acceptance. There is but one thing you must accept for now, and the rest would follow suit. However, it seems your body is now the insufferable one keeping me at arms length. I do wonder, shall I teach it a lesson?" Indeed, it was not only his desire to stop moving. In truth, it was with no minor difficulty that he reached the depth he was currently found nestled in. Ah, but it would be so simple to go against that insolent body of Artoria's. How much restraint could be considered too much?

In these brief moments of pause, Artoria was allowed reprieve and enough time to clear her own mind. This was likely for the best, given the state of her mind when they were engaged. Even knowing this information, she did not appreciate the taunting little jabs of Gilgamesh. Or maybe, she did? Well, even that softer statement she took as an implication, whatever the case, she supposed she could let it go. "I am wary when you are agreeable," she murmured. Obviously, she only spoke his name or swears during moments of intimacy because that was all she had to say. She'd take no defiance from a man half-buried within her body right at the moment. One day, she'd be able to make that claim from a different position with some level of surety. Until then, she'd keep in mind that she should try and remember basic life functions like speech and such when they were together as such.

That rather sweet gesture and the softer words of Artoria Pendragon brought about a strange reaction from the Golden King. Apparently he thought to only allow a small noise to escape his lips but the throbbing of his manhood increased within. How should she interpret that, dishonest words but an honest physical response. 'Fuck, I cannot even be smug about it,' she thought as a moan escaped her lips. That feeling was strangely delightful. This man's claims reached her ears, even through her thoughts. Her body was keeping him from reaching deeper, now he took issue with its rebellion, she could almost laugh at the notion. "I will speak of what I wish. Though, I do find irony in you finally taking issue with this treacherous body of mine, only when it will not comply with your demands~" she said those words and they might have been more teasing than she meant them to be. Still, she could not help but think he was getting exactly the sort of problem he'd been placing in this very body the entire time they'd known each other. Ah, but there was a question on the table, should he teach her body a lesson? Well, he was the only one fit to address whatever issue he took with her currently. "As for the lesson, you were the one who taught it to rebel, fixing such an issue is yours alone to undertake," she mused slightly. That was consent, she was fairly certain. She did not mind the things she was undertaking with the King of Heroes, and she trusted him with the version of herself she was unsure of.

Artoria had every reason to be wary. They did not agree aloud so casually. Her cautious approach to this agreement was well-warranted simply because he had no intention of allowing her to be so openly vocal... well, not most of the time anyway. He'd be ever so bored if he couldn't hear her insistent mannerisms here and there. Whatever the case, the time had come to make a grand decision. What would be done with the body Artoria herself regarded as treacherous? Firstly, a moment of fair humor was shared between them as they agreed on her body's malevolent behavior. Of course he would take issue with it now, as opposed to all other times thus far. "It previously sided with me, so it goes without saying that I would look upon it kindly. However, I do not take kindly to being stabbed in the back. The price must be paid."

What would the price he spoke of be? He'd have his way, of course, by force if need be. Consent was given by the Queen of Knights against her physical form, and consent would be taken as such. He taught it to rebel against Artoria, but it would learn what it meant to do so against him after being accepted into his midst. "Hmph. Then I will hear no complaints," he said. With that, Gilgamesh began moving again. Now was the time of abandon, reckless in nature enough to apply the full force of penetration. Picking up from zero momentum led to the same resistance as before. This time however, he did not care to be kept back from it. The whole of his rod would find its home─ damned be any opposing grip, or even any rear wall in his way. No defenses had been allowed; no defenses would be accepted. He'd continue pushing forward even at risk of Artoria's own consciousness, though he doubted she of all people would collapse under even this. She would undoubtedly persevere, but Gilgamesh did wonder exactly how she would rise to the occasion. So, of course, he watched her face just as intently as he always did.

It seemed there was some amusement shared between this pair at the nature of her body. Artoria was never truly sure how her words were being taken even in a context like this one. So, it'd become quite relieving for her to know that he was taking her words as she intended them, which was in general less murder-y than they generally came off. According to Gilgamesh he had no problem with the rebellious nature of her body when it sided with him, but he did not appreciate it stabbing him in the back. She chose to take those words in a very specific way, deciding in the moment that if she wished to attack him she'd always make sure he knew it was coming as a curtesy. "Oh? I will keep that in mind~" she was amused and strangely that would likely be the last thing of reasonable value she had to say aloud for a little while. She'd given consent for him to offer retribution to her body for its failure to comply with his will, and he'd claimed she could make no complaints.

'How exciting!' When did she decide such threats to her sanctity were fun to hear? Was that a strange thing to like? Was it only because she could not truly know what he intended just yet? Or was it the idea of continuing that was enough to keep her loins aflame in such a moment? Well, probably a combination of things, but none of that combination could prepare her. Gilgamesh's punishment of choice was a rather sudden ramming, straight into her depths, done with reckless abandon the likes of which Artoria would have admired in a battle. Here and now? Green eyes widened to the point of near popping out of her skull, an intake of breath occurred which could not be exhaled immediately, but her mouth still opened gently to go along with the shock. A sound like a hiccup escaped her and she felt... good. Strange as it was that immediate friction, the suddenness of the movement and the absolute depth he reached within her person combined to make an astounding thing occur. "Fuck all..." Her body should have tensed after such a situation, it should have hurt, but it did not. Her core vibrated and immediately released the girl. She felt tingles from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. If she hadn't been pinned she was sure she would have sat up straight having her body so full so randomly. It brought her to climax so hard and fast, she could barely register anything other than how good it felt. Her nether slickened her body thrashed then relaxed and she was sure she could see stars. No. They were not stars, she saw the glowing red quality of those eyes of Gilgamesh as he stared down at her after causing her such a forceful release. 'I really should kill him.' That was the thought, but the gentle shifting of her hips right against his pelvis sent a shot of electricity straight up her spine causing her nether to pulse in response. 'But where else can I receive this?' Why she felt the desire to turn her body over to this man she did not know. She would not regret it, but she would find herself wondering why she signed up to have her body put under so much scrutiny.

Gilgamesh had reason to expect only a certain kind of stabbing in the future. That was fine; he'd seen such possibilities before, whether they were accepted or brushed off as nonsense. Perhaps if such a thing occurred, he'd even welcome it, knowing precisely how he'd be "stabbing" her in repayment. Alas, these were topics of the future, and would be left in whatever future path they took. Before any of it became relevant at all, there was the matter of determining the first branching point. He established said point here and now by thrusting himself fully into the Queen of Knights' body until he could move no farther. In doing so, he would find out exactly how Artoria Pendragon herself responded to being at the receiving end. What would he find?

Further swearing at the moment of breaching. Shock, convulsions of her womanhood, and the slight jerk of her body against his weight. Even receiving such penetration as what he offered, she looked him in the eye with no signs of entertained retreat. Just as he expected of his chosen bride and queen, she'd rise to any challenge... including the challenge of bedding the King of Heroes. How commendable it was that she'd taken this moment in stride, even seeming desirous instead of afraid as he would expect most humans to be. He deemed her worthy to receive the whole of him long ago, and here she was, doing precisely that with great valiance. "H'oh. Such exceptional performance from the likes of you. Valor is to be rewarded, Artoria Pendragon. Come; embrace me. The journey is just beginning," he said, closing the distance between their upper bodies once more. A kiss would mark the renewed movement of his hips, as thrusts began in far longer strides than before. Only a slight increase of pace was managed, yet force was applied with great purpose. Perhaps he truly intended to contort the woman's insides to his own shape. . .

The relationship developing between between Artoria and Gilgamesh seemed to be some form of toxic. She often thought of murdering this man for his insolence and annoyance and he seemed to be fine with that for reasons she could not begin to understand. Either way, she was having an interesting time facing him and this particular challenge he issued. Speaking of that challenge her body seemed to adjust very nicely to this particular endeavor. And of course, he would not be silent about this action. Even as her body tried to recover from a rather sudden entry, he claimed her performance was exceptional? He claimed her valor should be rewarded. Embrace him? They were just beginning. A scoff escaped Artoria.

"I told you, I seek no praise..." she mentioned. Of course she also did not wish to take orders from him either. Or should she take such a command for embrace as a reward? It was odd to think she impressed him in such a moment, much like her earlier response she could only have her face redden as she felt contrary to such compliments. Ah, but she did not get to express that part, their lips were brought together again. And given her own feelings about the moment, she also wrapped that arm around him as he began moving properly. It wasn't because he told her to, obviously she needed to brace herself against his wayward motions. "Oooh~" she moaned into his mouth. What an interesting sensation. She was quite certain she'd never felt anything like that before, and she liked it. Those thrusts of his rubbed against the inside of her body, in the most delightful way. It was lubricated friction, her body filled to the brim, she was sure she could feel him into the depths of her stomach. Ah, that wasn't bad though... At some point her body had a natural inclination to move as well, even embracing him as such her hips began to shift to meet those thrusts. 'I should not let him have so much of me...' she thought during this endeavor. 'But no one else is worthy.' Oh, there was certainty in that. Whatever the case, she could feel from the depths of her soul her coming climax. Oh, what would that feel like with him buried so deeply within her? She would find out soon enough.

Artoria did not seek praise. She could say that as much as she wished, but that would not stop him from giving it when necessary. Regardless of Artoria's desire, she was an exceptional individual. Never would he fail to make that known. Regardless, his concern lay with ongoing events and the final moment of proper copulation. One thousand years, he waited. One thousand years, he refrained from seeing this specific eventuality, all for the satisfaction found here and now. He never knew what to truly expect. He never knew this amount of friction would be in his future, so well-lubricated yet simultaneously difficult to bypass.

Interestingly enough, acceptance was not all there was to be found in this moment. Artoria's body welcomed him as he knew it would, but there was more. Hips were on the move, matching his thrusts mere minutes into their meeting of bodies. How strange; he would have expected much more time to pass before such an advancement. Never would he have expected another turn of events, though. There was a constant pulse passing through his shaft, accompanying a steady climb toward ecstasy. Had this new body truly made such a difference, or was there far more to it than that? Perhaps it was a bit of both. Whatever the case, he'd let his groin occupy itself between the queen's folds, and his lips occupy themselves with hers. Any ordinary mongrel had already been deemed unfit to receive him, with only few being worthy of witnessing his bare form. Now, of course, he believed it was time to reevaluate things. Could he find such an interesting encounter elsewhere? Perish the thought. He was having a rather difficult time finding certainty in quite a few things, but there was one thing to be sure about: the offspring he saw in that brief glimpse ages ago were very much worth creating.

Artoria's body was one which seemed rather malleable in the hands of Gilgamesh. She was quite fiery as an individual finding herself to be incapable of being conquered. But here and now, it felt like a battle, and one in which she was a conquest a thousand years in the making. It was almost ironic after so much time was spent outside of his company, she'd come to find his qualities endearing. She supposed she'd realized that when she'd made her way back to Uruk a long time ago. This man was absolutely ridiculous, but he was also hers, she'd decided that in captivity. No one could have her but him. Speaking of having her, those movements of his were both enticing and exciting.

Each subsequent thrust into her undercarriage made her body swoon under the pressure of his. Those movements of her own hips found a rhythm she enjoyed while he occupied the center of her body and her lips were busy fending him off. She was not sure what she liked about this, but the throbbing she could feel through her loins was something she could not deny as being pleasant. Each motion seemed to knock, knock, knock away at a metaphorical dam. Each knock seemed to shake her to the core making her body tighten a bit more as she moved closer and closer to that point of relaxation. It would happen for her again. This time completely randomly as the movements of her own hips came to a halt, but the core of her being gripped ceaselessly while at the same time that tingling sensation spilled over her. "Aaah!~ Gil..." that gentle moan would come with a release of fluids and though no less tension within her person, she definitely saw stars and reached the height of climax promised by his motions. Movements could be made easier, but the firmness of that fit was no less as sheath to blade. If they were to be matched in such a way, Artoria took no issue. There could be nothing more suited to find its home within her body, that much was certain. That feeling washing over her, gave light to new thoughts. Suddenly many actions in many contexts made much more sense. things never understood seemed to give way to more reasonable understanding. A single act alone made her more understanding. She'd gained new empathy for all who found themselves at the end of such merciless battering. 'This is how people become alright with having children is it not? This is why forgiveness is given in the face of irritation. This is why I may not always wish to murder him...' she mused. She now had less active commentary to make about her elder sister's choice in pastime.

Gil. Never had he expected to be attached to a certain name. Gilgamesh, King of Uruk, King of Heroes, Lord of Kullab─ none of those titles ever meant much of anything. This one, however, was something that sang to him endlessly. He could never hear it enough, he thought. More. Whatever happened, he would seek to hear that name, spoken in that voice, more. It was always a thing to enjoy, but it was made even better by the tone created in a moment of ecstasy. Yes, Artoria sang that title of her own creation in a cadence reminiscent of the harp of the gods the way it struck his ear. What more could even the king of this world wish for? Nothing he would dare think of.

What else was there? Friction─ endless friction. Would it ever become different? Would any amount of plunging, even pummeling, affect the clamp of Artoria's loins? His thrusts were paced in a very ordinary way thus far, but there seemed to be no alteration in sight. He'd call it audacious, but could he complain if that were the case? No... no, he couldn't complain at all. Besides, that clench seemed to be a contributing factor to the additional movements of Artoria. Surely nothing that would accomplish such a thing could be considered negative at all.

Little did they know, the pair of them were following a very similar train of thought. Well, the first line of thinking Artoria followed was in-line with Gilgamesh's thoughts, at least. It would take only moments following a broken kiss for Gilgamesh's words to reveal the connection, though even he had not even considered it himself. "Speak as such once more, and I will not hesitate to have you bear my heirs. That future is a certainty, but surely you don't wish to bring it prematurely. Or, perhaps you do? I do not mind either result."

Gil. Artoria spoke his name in a strangely affectionate way for someone who'd previously claimed to be unmoved by the King of Heroes' antics. Of course, there were several reasons for this modification in name. The first of which being, she was not particularly fond of long names, for all people. In childhood saying such things had been quite annoying to her. Secondly, Gilgamesh was the type of man to move recklessly and being able to say his name quickly and effectively was a matter of good strategy. Ah, but there was also the most important reason to have bestowed him with such a name. Affection. She'd grown attached to the King of Heroes, and using his title or full name were not options she enjoyed for their time alone together. She'd realized it upon saying his former name some time before, but... she quite enjoyed speaking directly to him in such a manner. As such, the shorted version of his current given name would do wonders. She'd started referring to him as such in her head, the first few times it had simply slipped out because of his own actions. But here and now she was quite certain it was all she wished to call him. Perhaps, she'd just keep doing it, it did not seem that he disliked it at all...

Regardless, the tightness of her nether never seemed to rescind itself. The treachery of her body was seemingly boundless and somehow she found herself to be appreciative of that fact. If nothing else, it would prolong her activity of choice by her own approximation and what else would she enjoy other than this man's body and the thrill of combat? Nothing. if she was being honest, this was somewhat more exciting than any fight she'd ever been in. Her heart was pounding, her body both tense but surprisingly relaxed as she awaited the next lashing out. Her hips, had regained their movements and seemed to take on a rhythm all their own as she sought a different sort of dance altogether. There was no problem with this, with Gilgamesh still plunging in and out of her, nothing at all seemed to be amiss.

Whatever the case when their kiss, broke there was a pointed statement uttered by the Golden King which made Artoria's eyes widen as she clutched at him both internally and externally. She found herself looking at his face directly as her hips shifted about. "Oh? Is mind reading among your many talents, Gil? If not we are sharing a train of thought in the strangest way. However, it is cheating if you pulled that out of my head when I brought no attention to it!" she declared this statement seeming to be amused. Strangely, she wouldn't truly find it odd if they were merely thinking similar things. Her mind was still a jumble when it came to him, and she could speak no negatives to him about his supposed impregnation of her, though she knew herself to be barren. "Your notions of the future are no concern of mine. I will say what I please, deal with it how you like!" that was it, a command? Demand? Passing of blame? Perhaps there was some caveat to her return that would allow such a thing? There was always hope, she did not wish to be the kind of Queen who was useless in any way. Wait, when did she start giving serious considerations to the demands of an old world king, to be his bride?

Much to his satisfaction, Artoria had begun to move yet again. She'd yet to fail in terms of recovery post nigh-blinding orgasms. Good. With that being the case, their first night together would indeed span many days. Well, it wasn't as if Gilgamesh intended to have things play out any other way. He fully intended to live inside Artoria's nether until she could tolerate it no longer, and he wouldn't even be stopping then. This battlefield was one which could see only him as the victor, and he would make it so by whatever means possible. He believed Artoria should find this very moment relatable, considering her own approach to combat. There was a cycle in place, but it could only be called toying around. As one would test an opponent to determine worthiness, he was determined to prime Artoria for the moment he offered a true experience. There was no certainty as to when that would come about, but it would undoubtedly occur in time.

Ah, it became apparent that they were thinking similarly. Artoria entertained the idea of bearing children, did she? Well, that much was to be expected. As a monarch in her own right, she had to know and understand the necessity of heirs and the like. "I am no mind-reader, but you seem more than willing to provoke me nonetheless," he said as he lifted his torso once more. She had no clue what she was getting herself into, but regardless of that, he expected nothing less than her ability to meet any challenge in the end. In rising, Gilgamesh freed himself of the queen's clutches, while leaving her susceptible to his own. A hand took up the back end of each thigh, pushing Artoria's legs back toward either side of her body. His tool was already battering away somewhere inside her torso, but... she knew nothing of depth yet. Once more, Artoria insisted that she would say what she wished... and indeed, he would deal with it as he liked. "H'oh? If you wish to be so callous about your own wellbeing, so be it. Be warned; I will not hold back for long. You, my Impossible Queen, will be engorged by my offering until you cannot see past the overflow," he declared. Perhaps he was exaggerating a bit, or perhaps he meant every word; even Gilgamesh wasn't sure of this. What he was sure of, was the fact that pushing Artoria's legs back would have an immediate effect on the way he fitted himself within her. Perfectly timed was this shift, placed as he withdrew. The following thrust was a slower one, even more difficult than its predecessors. The result of course, would only be even greater friction and depth. They would discover her reaction to this much in unison, and then... Gilgamesh would know when the time for advancement was upon them.

The ability to recover from adversity was likely to be considered a base skill of the one called Artoria Pendragon. She did not know how long this endeavor would actually take or what sort of extended battle the one called Gilgamesh had in mind, but she was more than ready to face any challenge head-on. According to Gilgamesh she was provoking him even though he was not capable of mind-reading as a skill. "I have provoked nothing... I have simply been expanding my understanding of a few things," she said while having the gall to look even slightly abashed. In truth, the mind of this girl worked in a rather strange way and she was most often working out things that others thought as normal, while finding easy things like war, killing and battle tactics. Still all was well in the world of Artoria Pendragon, even as she came to understand this new challenge and all associated caveats.

Speaking of the caveats, a change came swiftly. Gilgamesh soon withdrew from Artoria's clutches only offering more words and a change in their current positioning. Her legs were pushed, back for general positioning this was no real problem, it wasn't as if she was inflexible. Ah, but what was the point of this? He made another outrageous claim while not being buried within her that made her eyes widen. "You cannot say such things with a straight face, it is indecent!" Yes, the problem with this situation was that he managed to say such a thing with a straight face, and that is what made it indecent. Artoria was content to ignore the fact that she was half-naked, mid-coitus being contorted into a strange position... why did he say something like that? Strangely her own statements made it obvious that she had no real problem with the way his mind worked and none whatsoever with what he actually said to her. Ah, but she couldn't say more either, he pushed back towards her, and this time it came with added tightness and friction. This position did lovely things to her internally. "Wha... what are you doing to me?~" that question was mostly moan and rhetorical, but that was a rather lovely feeling. Her body's natural reaction was to tense at her core, but with her body so relaxed it was just a precisely aimed entrance. No pain, all pressure and exceedingly good to feel. Her now freed hands were grabbing around her, trying their hardest to hang onto something solid. She could die like this, she was certain this was death.

According to the queen herself, she provoked nothing, and merely expanded her understanding of things. Well, it just so happened that many things would be expanded, and many things would be understood. Stretching of the body and understanding of the mind were the primary objectives here, whether they were matters of the current day or several days later. One, however, would begin here and now as he reinserted himself into the Queen of Knights' core.

Decency was no virtue of Gilgamesh. Her notions of propriety were of a different land, a different era, a different mindset from his own. The things he said were neither flirts nor threats, but instead a promise of events to come. One could even call them an agreement made from one side of a conversation, awaiting only acknowledgement from the opposing side before following through. What form of acknowledgement would Artoria offer, though? A question, just as much an extended moan as it was a series of words. What was he doing? How laughable. "Don't be so foolish. I just said I would not hold back for long. Did you think I had shown you more than just a sample of the heavens? That first thrust was only the path. Now, we find an answer." There was more, but it was not yet time for that. First, Gilgamesh's hips began to pivot again. He could easily feel the end of Artoria at every forward movement, but that would not stop him. Lost in her depths, he knocked and knocked again and again, almost as if to emphasize his following point. What was that point? Of course, it was the question that required answering. "When shall we open the gate we've reached, that you might truly see the blinding light?" There was his curiosity. Artoria retained enough mental stability to uphold regular conversation, but what he sought was a certain type of breaking point. Somewhere, there was a switch to be flipped. Somewhere, he could find... a factory reset button, in a manner of speaking. If it could be discovered, then he would be the one to press it. The only question in mind was: when was it actually worth pressing at all?

Gilgamesh was the type of person who seemed to be diametrically opposed to Artoria's being. Everything about him, seemed to sit opposite her own values, and yet... here she was, at his mercy. Perhaps that was the wrong way to think about it? Maybe it would be easier to say they just had very different ideologies? Well, that was true but it also wasn't. Artoria had known two lives of limitation either enforced by herself. Here and now, she knew no such limitations and the King of Heroes had known to speak of either. Decency wasn't something he considered, pausing was nothing he considered either.

He was content to drive himself home into her person, pivoting hips and knocking around her insides at depth she was not prepared for. His earlier claim was that he'd not truly been trying, that was simply his version of the practice swing. Was that admirable? Confounding? Endearing? Psychotic? Yes... all of those things would apply to such a situation as this one. Those knocks sent vibrations that mixed pain and pleasure straight to her brain. For a few seconds after each stroke she was sure she'd gone deaf. Was he saying something... she was trying to look at him but could only see darkness. Right, her eyes were closed again. Why did it feel like this? Why did she like it? Why, why, why did it feel like her body was being recreated every time he plunged into her? "Ah..." that feeling sent shivers through her body, her lets were pinned, her toes would curl and relax in singular moments of movement she'd not understood. "I..." she paused, another knock would leave no air in her lungs. Her eyes opened. "You...." another would stop more speech some moments later. "Why...." these single words could not be placed into a sentence which made sense. Her own curiosities would have to wait as that feeling in her loins built up with ease, even while she felt she was being tortured quite a bit. Why did she agree to this? Giving anyone this much control over her body was a terrible thing to do. Ah, but it felt so nice why shouldn't she enjoy it? Artoria's mind spent a lot of time arguing with her body about various things. But in this case, her brain was being dragged along by sensation which she was most naturally inclined to feel. Snap. Like a twig in a quiet forest, Artoria's mind found calm emptiness, the tingles of her body followed suit. The tension in her limbs disappeared. There was no sound, or sight, or taste or smell... there was only sensation. The gripping of her insides, followed by the release of fluids and tensions and even the softening of the cushion that was the very end of her, opening like a castle wall, during a siege. Had she said something? Maybe? His name? A swear? Some sort of jumbled mess as her single word answers devolved? Maybe... she hadn't heard it if she did. There was a gentle ringing in her ears now as sound returned. Her eyes finally opened and it felt far too bright to see, she nearly squinted in recoil. Why did she make this choice? And why... didn't she regret it?

Ah, there it was. Artoria's eyes weren't even open, and the apparent medley of sensation at each thrust rendered her a strange form of speechless. Well, speechless wasn't truly the phrase worth applying to her inability. Words were repeatedly attempted between thrusts, only to be silenced by each subsequent thrust to the limit of her core. The satisfaction Gilgamesh felt in seeing these reactions was immeasurable. There was a primal urge in play─ to further worsen the situation for Artoria. Would he, though? Already grasping at any random spot nearby, what would it be like if he made her experience derealization for all things but him, and applied her reaches as such? Curious, curious.

Another twist of fate would soon occur, though. In the midst of a rather casual pummeling as Gilgamesh himself considered it, that proverbial switched was flipped, and the Queen of Knights seemed to shut down completely. The reaching stopped, the vocalization stopped, and the buildup of tension stopped. Moreover, it seemed a barricade that had been erected in his path had weakened. In the final thrust before he took pause, he felt it quite differently compared to previous moments. "H'oh? Have I managed to reduce the Queen of Knights to such a thing so easily? Bleating like a lamb sent to slaughter was not something I anticipated this soon." Gilgamesh spoke while extending his most recent withdrawal. At such a point, he hovered within that brightness clouding Artoria's vision, and his right hand rose from the back of her thigh. "This is not the end for you, Artoria Pendragon!" he insisted. "Shall I take matters into my own hands then? Lost as you are now, you may fail to survive. That, too, will be worth watching. If you insist upon silence for long enough, I may even enjoy using you as a tool for my enjoyment until you've woken again. So, what will it be?!" The moment he offered another question, Gilgamesh's hand lowered to clap firmly against Artoria's thigh. In the very next breath, he thrusted once more, with gusto. He was certain that feeble little barricade would do nothing to stop his advancement this time; he'd bypass it easily with a bit of force applied this time. Why did he expect an answer from Artoria during this time? Well, maybe he didn't; it all seemed part of his entertainment regardless.

Words had escaped her, but that was fine. Artoria's hearing came back eventually. Okay... was she in her body? Those open eyes of hers let her see the light, but where was she? What was she doing? Clarity came in doses. The tone and cadence of Gilgamesh, his constant battering of the end of her being... All of that happening so close together she couldn't even get a word out. This man needed to die. These abuses were atrocious. But... she liked them too. This was weird. She was weird. She had to get her life together, she had to be able to speak... she had to push past this! Ah, he'd stopped, she could recover maybe. Ah, but now he was within her vision. 'I will kill him.' Ah, violence and then the throbbing of her insides which changed her mind completely within seconds even as his voice reached her ears and insisted that she was not finished yet. He claimed if she failed to speak soon he'd have to take to enjoying her, consciousness of hers be damned... at least that was how she interpreted those words. Did she mind that? Well, she was already here so not really but why did he think himself capable of felling her so easily?! The audacity of this man to be buried within her while making such proclamations.

Clap.

The sound of a hand clapping over her thigh and the sensation associated with that brought her back to herself. Even as he rammed himself further into her insides, and she felt a push past what should have been her end, she took a strange amount of pleasure from it, and gained a bit of clarity as well. Her vision came back starred as it was, so did the rest of her senses. Strange though it was, she was almost certain she wasn't even in that body, laying on the bed getting pummeled to death by a man in the strangest form of combat her body had known. "Fu-yuck!" that hiccup was far from the first she had but it felt way too real for him to be buried so very succinctly within her. Was it pain? Not really, she would have known how to quantify that. Was it pleasure? Well... yes and no as far as she could tell. It was a sensation she did not know possible which felt both real and unreal at the same time. Her hand found her face and strangely her voice came out with calm even as her body began to tense. Her legs twitched, her depths twitched all of it was a writhing ball of sensation. "I don't know why you're like this. I don't know why I like this. It's too much to feel. Too good... I'm going to kill you..." she was murmuring those words so softly. She meant them even as her body and mind seemed to collapse. There was still fire in those eyes, but those words belonged to a lass not raised to be King. Somewhere in her head, the different versions of Hoshimi Eri were getting confused about who would get to exist in this moment. But all of them and her mind were certain of one thing, Gilgamesh was too much for them and was becoming everything for them. How did one develop attachment to non-family members, in non-platonic situations? Violently.

A slap to the thigh and a plunge beyond reasonable limits was seemingly all it took. Suddenly, there was a return to the proper behavior of Artoria. No. No, that wasn't right. Her body tensed and moved, her voice returned enough to produce an actual sentence of some sort, yet something was incredibly, blaringly... off. The Queen of Knights spoke with uncommon amounts of propriety, and all those prim and proper mannerisms were suddenly gone. What was this? An interesting turn of events, obviously. "Need I tell you again that this is only the beginning? If this is too much, you are going to explode long before I've become satisfied; damned be any thoughts you have of slaying me."

As he spoke, Gilgamesh pulled himself back again, ever so slowly doing so. He even let loose her thighs while retreating until only the tip of his member remained within the woman. "Is it too much for the Queen of Knights, or too much to the one called Hoshimi Eri? That is the one speaking in that unrefined tone, is it not?" he wondered. Violently was indeed the way attachment was formed here, on both ends. Here and now, Gilgamesh was finally deciding to make a few alterations. Artoria couldn't be allowed to think this much of his 'offering' was too much, after all. "Fear not; I will not leave you waiting for enlightenment. Prostrate yourself away from me, and you will be made to wonder which end of you is the one I've entered. Only then are you permitted to say it is too much. I may even let you beg me to stop, though I will be doing no such thing."

Hoshimi Eri was an assassin. If one happened to know anything about her and her family one might say she was the most prodigious assassin born to her family in generations. She had a natural talent for killing and an unnatural interest in various ways with which to commit those deaths. They were things which gave her happiness which only helped her do her job. Here and now though, such a person was entwined by the loins to another person. And she was having feelings the likes of which she did not know how to handle. One of the very first lessons one is given as an assassin is that things that interfere with how you feel, need to be neutralized. Empathy, sympathy, kindness, pleasure... things not connected to her understanding of them in the family dynamic would affect her abilities. She needed to kill him. "It isn't a thought, it's necessary. You need to die... along with everything I am feeling," she said those words and she was still calm but that body of hers was already reacting to being exited. The moan that fell from between her lips was one which she could understand. The gentle pulsing of her nether as he retreated was a pleasurable sensation. It was nice and good, but she shouldn't feel it. She hated feeling things, this is why he had to die, to make her feel would confuse her senses. It would corrupt the purity of her assassin self to accept such feelings.

The reason it was so easy to be Queen Artoria Pendragon, was because she lacked emotions, the normal states of their existence made it easy to be her. A face to be worn with the utmost dignity. The version of herself she could like because she was presented with her morals and control. No empathy, no joy, no... anything outside of what was already understood in her brain. Nothing would get between her and her desire to kill and no feelings could derail her. Until this man started knocking away at everything she had. Her defense of her self and psyche were put to the test and they'd crumbled. A thousand years in isolation with only an errant horny god as company hadn't stopped her, but this man was doing so at every turn with no real effort applied. She hated it. "Those two people aren't different you know?" she questioned as he dangled at the edge of her opening after withdrawing so far. Still it was a strange thing to realize, that Hoshimi Eri had become Artoria Pendragon, just by virtue of Chivalry and a few well placed speech lessons, but learning to be a new person was also part of her training, she could have done it with any guise, this one was just easier to know. He wanted her to prostrate herself before him? Oh? Was she rolling over then? She could do that... she was already doing that before her mind truly registered what she was being asked, though she knew how deep he reached within her body, she'd told him repeatedly about his words. "I've told you to stop fucking with me, Gil..." she said those words. Ah, so that part was still there, still attached. That was a her attachment. A base one. She supposed it made sense, she was very much herself within her own mind, even while using the voice of the Queen of Knights, Hoshimi Eri hadn't changed much at all. Still, here she was, laying flat on her stomach her hips starting to lift just a tad. Why did her body agree to this? Why was she not drawing a weapon to kill him? What were these feelings and how did she end them? These were questions that needed answering.

What a strange notion. It was necessary for him to die, she claimed. Everything she felt needed to die. What sort of nonsense was that? "You fool. One should not kill their own pleasure, but embrace it as a newborn babe. Only then may one be considered alive. Now, come. If I must make these things you feel be the death of you, then I will do so, that you may live for the first time in your lives."

Gilgamesh would stop at nothing to ensure that Artoria Pendragon, nay, even Hoshimi Eri, came to experience the most luxurious and fulfilling life of all mankind. She accepted his advances at long last, so those advances would become the first of many leaps toward that life. Despite her insistence that Artoria and Eri were the same person, he saw beyond the nonsense. Hoshimi Eri would have granted him the death he secretly desired during their first meeting. Hoshimi Eri would never have been so open to his advances without the intrusion of Artoria Pendragon. In truth, what he sought was both, in all the same ways as well as very different ones. As the queen rolled onto her belly to present him her rear, she fell under his intense scrutiny once more... and spoke an age-old command in a very different way to the norm. So then, he truly was dealing with the other one now.

Before any further words were offered, he leaned forward. Her rump would find itself grasped by both of his hands, kissed on one side, then bitten playfully as he appraised its curvature. When that was done, Gilgamesh took position by kissing his way up her back. It was finally time to do away with that useless dress she'd been wearing, so he took the time to push it up farther. Once it was over her head, he was there, lips to her ear, one hand squeezing her hip, and his tool pressed against her entrance again. "You are the same, but you are not. Hear these words. I may have told Artoria Pendragon she would be my bride and queen, but it was Hoshimi Eri I told to bend over. You are the one I will be fucking with," he whispered. Without uttering another word, the king thrusted his hips forward. Gone was the caution; it was time now to carve the path toward a fortnight-long gimping of the queen. As such, she would immediately be subjected to his jewels slapping against her folds for the first of many times. Would he wait once again to begin moving? This time, he'd do so only for a moment. Only after he felt himself lodged within her mortal soul for a moment did he begin pummeling away at her core while his own body weighed against her back.

It was the opinion of Gilgamesh that one should not kill their own pleasure but instead embrace it. According to him, it was a necessary part of life. She scoffed. She'd been alive twice now, there was nothing wrong with her life. Her own ideations were an aside here, she could not agree, because it was directly contrary to everything she was. An assassin did not live in such a way, to feel was to weaken she could not. "Baka! Killing those things is how I live," she said this and meant it. Yes that also meant that at some point she'd decided feelings other than those she was using were non-essential but that was the point. She hated feeling things, she'd only thought her family essential to her existence. Everything else was murdered along with most of her own personality to ensure she could keep killing as necessary. Ah, but she couldn't pretend not to like this. Her body had already gotten into position and everything, she was even looking forward to it. 'I will kill him... but maybe afterwards.' What kind of weird habits was she developing because she'd allowed this man to invade her senses?

As she fought with herself, her body seemed apt to flounder under his attention. That dress was pushed up, over her body, oh she was to be naked again. Well, this version of her was less shocked by such a thing. She did not think much about her own nudity, even as she knew she was being appraised in strange fashion. All that hair of hers was shaken out of the way, she truly needed to cut it, but before any of that, hands grabbed her rear. 'Who the hell does he think he is?!' Oh. A kiss to one side and a gentle bite to the other. Ugh, she liked both... this was annoying. He kissed up her exposed back eventually his manhood would be aligned with her again and his lips would be near her ear. All the while anticipation had built up and she could feel the warmth of him at her back. She shouldn't like that at all. But she did what about the words he had to share. They were the same and different. He wanted to marry Artoria Pendragon but it was her he wanted to bend over? How as she meant to interpret that? Well, she wasn't exactly sure when she considered they were in the same body. Actually, more pressing than that question was that whispered swear. She'd never heard him use a swear before and that one was huge. 'Oh? I like that, a lot more than I should....' she thought that and her loins pulsed gently at the truth right before he plunged in with reckless abandon. Oh, she even felt his family jewels slapping against her folds, her body reacted of his own accord clamping down as she felt him reach from her depths up into her body. She couldn't breathe immediately having the air knocked out of her body from such an entrance. When one combined that with the fact that she instantly saw the blinding flash of climax, she was almost certain she died in the moment. "Fuck you, you have no idea who you're fucking with!" Yes, that was exactly the right sentiment. Even as he started moving again so soon after, she could not think of anything nice to say. Violence ran through her veins and her whole body even post orgasm refused to cooperate with her feelings of rage. Maybe she'd just take another, her hips gently shifting into the pummeling feeling already. Why did she like this? He was bearing down atop her with his weight and all of his audacity plunging in and out of her and she liked it. She hated him. She did not... what was this feeling she did not understand she needed it to disappear.