Oh, Guinevere didn't dislike it, in her own words. How very vague. She may not have been keen on sharing the sort of intent she meant with those earlier words, but she was right in the end; that wasn't necessary at all. Matching the flirty tone Guinevere was content to carry on with, Arthur maintained his tone while stepping past her. A hand was extended along the way. Would she be taking it? Well, it was available regardless. "I suppose I have a few. And, since you like it, I suppose I'll keep it up whenever I'm feeling... full of intent," he proclaimed. The conversation was ongoing, but it appeared acceptable for the pair of them to visit this place called Maurenia. Arthur would eventually remember the name of that country, but damn was it strange to him. "A mage haven? That makes sense of why he thought I should tag along. My understanding of magic is still rather poor. If I didn't remember that meeting with Sir Dagonet earlier, I was going to ask you for a bit of guidance if you had nothing better in mind." Yes, that would have been what Arthur requested. Guidance in... magic. Certainly nothing else crossed the mind.
Emilia was presenting herself in a way that was strangely more honest than the norm, and that was saying something. Her mood was always clear as day, she'd never been an outright liar as long as Elyan had known her, but she was normally far too flustered in moments like these to just blurt out the truth before scurrying off. He supposed, after everything was said and done, she deserved as close as Elyan could get to equal honesty. "Well I'm not going to do something I don't want to do. You like it, so I'll do it to help you stay relaxed. It's what a knight does," he stated in a way that covered only the deepest truth of the matter. In all honesty, he was enjoying her reactions to this attention. That bit didn't need saying, certainly. In Emilia's mind though, something else needed saying─ or rather, asking. Was his mouth cold? What the hell sort of question was that? Reasonable enough at resisting reddened skin, even Elyan failed to keep it at bay fully. The slightest tinge of pink spread across his face, just under the eyes as he averted his gaze in a huff. "H-how should I know?! That's the strangest question I've ever heard!" he blurted out. The reaction was so sudden, so rushed, that it transferred directly to his body language. Those fingers upon Emilia's ears just briefly tensed, resulting in a momentary firmer grip.
Disbelief was another thing Merlin had once been adjusted to, and still saw through the eyes of his projection in the material world. He never expected that it would be seen on the feminine version of his own face, but it was a sweet treat indeed. "Who knows? It could be a special treat for you, Koko~♥ You've got me so riled up, it can't be helped if my excitement shows in every possible way~" the mage explained while this thumb rubbed along the lip that so recently swapped ejaculate for a line of fresh saliva. He could see, even feel the shifting of her legs. Merlin knew the cause; she was seeming more and more like a creature in heat, suffering an undying urge to be internally assaulted. "Come now, dear sister. I would never offer you so little while you are obviously in need. After you've offered me this body, I plan on using it until there's nothing left." Ah yes, there was a time limit on this creation of Merlyn's. If this clone had only a few hours of life in it, he had to take full advantage. Imagining that it was his living, breathing twin that he could save from desolation while relieving himself was nothing more than a dream he was content to live through, but alas... this was not truly her, and was instead a gift to be cherished and used until it no longer could be. It was a fine line to walk along, overall. "I'll ask you again, Koko. How accommodating are you?" he questioned while lowering himself into a sitting position, legs crossed. His arms were open as if offering the woman his embrace, but his erection was simultaneously throbbing and pulsing out a subliminal invitation to her loins.
Speaking of invitations, Cador was receiving one of a most devilish nature. He'd succeeded in depositing his seed where he felt it belonged at the time, only to immediately witness a showing of Merlyn's contortion ability. Even just watching that maneuver of hers was entrancing. What's more, she wasn't doing it just to readjust; she did it to remove him from herself while taking on a new position entirely. Somehow, comparing this moment of the sorceress bending over before him to the previous occurrence in her own chambers was like seeing the midday sun after a moonless night. Cador was blinded, stunned, and nigh speechless. The mattress causing her elevated backside to sway about had to be some form of hypnosis. Ah, he could even see the pink between her folds, since she was so kind as to spread those delectable lower lips. Was he meant to insert himself again, or was he meant to sit there forever and admire a sight too perfect for mortal eyes? "... Fuck." he uttered. This was simply too much to take in. The poor Spirit Knight felt literal pain, enough to wince from, by virtue of how much his manhood was swelling with sheer anticipation. Was the way of the succubus simply to pass one's own ravenous state onto another? If someone told him it was, Cador would currently believe every word. He couldn't resist moving forward; it was far too painful to be outside. All he could do to solve this issue, was shift forward with the wave of the water-filled mattress, grab Merlyn by the hips to steel himself at journey's end, and send his putz on a one-way trip to the deepest reaches of a succubus' flesh corridor. The deepest, most elated exhale passed his lips as he sat there and throbbed away. For a time, the only reason he moved further was because of the bed itself. . .