Oh, more playful words from Sir Cador came at her teasing amount of honesty. He would find that humorous in some way. She obviously had no intention of letting such a thing stand. She'd take care of momentarily. First there were offerings to take and food to ingest. It seemed that Sir Hector was more than content to give into her demands. She'd never been a particularly demanding person, but... there was a lot to be said about food appearing before oneself. Her eyes flickered upwards as Sir Hector released a surprisingly normal amount of reproductive fluid within her mouth. Though he hadn't played around with his 18+ sliders, her own physiology overrode the regular taste of such things, applying a flavor based on a combination of criteria. He tasted fully ripened strawberries and Merlyn grinned happily as she withdrew swallowing that as well. Such an act made those fluids dissipate within her body and interact with her magical core. The same could be said of that deposited within her undercarriage by Sir Cador which contributed to her own moaning climax. A moment of euphoria would settle in her mind. What an interesting amount of tingling sensation she received as she clamped down upon him and milked him dry from that angle. Still, both would be left with throbbing erections after.
A second of consideration happened and she caught a glimpse of something just out of the corner of her eye... yep, ignoring that. Happy now. Sad later. Yes, she'd adopt that outlook even for herself. "Oh my, how intoxicating... a mix like that could ruin any girl, temptress, or saint~" she mused in a manner most teasing. Oh, yes she was still having quite a bit of fun, even as she shifted herself off of Sir Cador and gave him a playful wink. There was always fun to be had in watching the new reactions of those who got to experience her... perhaps this fell in line with her kinks? Strangely, she'd never considered that she actually enjoyed how very surprised people were the first time they experienced her... hm, she'd need to test this. "Sir Hector has recovered enough now to offer himself as well right? I have a mind to ride him, while offering a different view. At the same time I plan to take my second meal from Sir Cador~" she mused as she took Hector by the hand to place him below her, his back against the waterbed. She planned to mount him backward... And she'd place Sir Cador on his knees before her. Again, she truly didn't mind tasting herself upon his skin, nor did she have any intention of denying herself a second meal. They wanted her to take for herself? She'd do just that, and they could have a great time all the while.
The trio of the observatory sank further, while another sank further. It could be said that Morgan had no problem with what she was doing. She settled into her motions with the same disinterested look on her face. She had a job, she was doing it... and with the least amount of risk to herself or her plan. But the confusion of this man's consciousness was something she didn't really understand. She felt no need to comfort him and instead saw that pleading as alien to nature. "It is the truth. The confusion in you is far too strong for someone who is actually a boy," she said with the most absent face. Yet, she was still moving. She still didn't care, the throbbing of his loins was honest even while he tried to clarify it for his brain. She didn't need to like this, she didn't really care about the sex act itself, only the byproduct was necessity. Everything else was an unnecessary extra. He was pleading still, wanting to know that she really wasn't this person who was his sister. Would he stop whining about it if she explained? She supposed she could but it probably wouldn't make sense to him... if the memories of Vivian were anything to go off of. "That girl and I are not the same person. This body is ours, we came into existence at the same time, but we are not... one person." she said coldy. "I don't have her feelings, softness nor attachments. I am something entirely different and there is nothing she can do about me. I will do what I need to regardless of her. And nothing will change that," she gave an answer which was hardly more detailed than anything else. In truth she didn't care about who she had sex with so long as they counted as King Arthur in the moment. Her hips kept moving and would do so until this boy's body gave in, which it would eventually, then she'd leave. Still, cold, so standoffish, and almost brutal. She bore the face of this lad's sister and had no emotional attachment to him. She wouldn't harm him, if she didn't have to, but this act needed completing regardless of the cost.