Castle of Loch Ness

[Apollymi]

Of the things, she'd personally witnessed, Guinevere knew Arthur to get thoroughly wound up over food. She couldn't really imagine why he had such an interesting amount of distain for pie, but she supposed everyone had preferences. Moreover, it was noted that the lass was relentless after she admitted to pushing his buttons on purpose to get a reaction out of him. "I wouldn't say that..." she explained of herself. "I simply don't like when people are too still, and I prefer livelier reactions from others. It would get boring otherwise..." she said with a little nod. The Imp of Zuria, Princess Guinevere had once been called. Some of the elders thought she sowed discord for the goddess herself, but that wasn't it. If she couldn't be herself around friends there was no one more suited to know her. To be honest was to accept all aspects of yourself both positive and negative. "Yes, burned into my memory. Filed away for chuckles later~" she mentioned happily. She truly wouldn't harm anyone sensibilities. She bullied quite a bit but she wasn't heartless, and she was fiercely loyal. No one was allowed to sow discomfort amongst those she cared for, except her of course... and only in the most loving way possible. Just like that she turned about having that last bite of shaved ice. So full of syrup, so sweet and tart, she devoured it happily before putting the dish in the sink knowing it would clean itself.

Elyan had been given the information that there was nothing wrong with Emilia. As such she would have assumed he'd let her go... but no. Strangely he uttered a word which implied a lack of understanding and his movements thereafter implied a distinct curiosity. Oh, well that was probably the wrong word. Much like his sister, instead of backing off from the moment, he pushed into it. The hand that had occupied her forehead, moved to touch her other ear instead. Between two fingers, the tips of her ears were rubbed more directly... with purpose even. Emilia, had reacted strangely to just a touch, the additional stimulation was a bit too much. The heat returned to her face, ears and shoulders almost vengefully, and that warm that spread a tingle to her loins increased. Aside from her physical reactions, that tiny noise from before became a sharp inhale of breath before she exhaled to say a single thing, "E-El..." What was she going to say... strange as it wasn't she didn't dislike this contact so she didn't really want him to stop. At the same time she had no idea what that feeling would lead to. Her whole face and body seemed to be nearly on fire already. She'd likely faint from the increase in her body temperature. Of course, that was a silly thought for the girl... that wouldn't be what happened at all.

Apparently there was a message that the clone of Merlyn hadn't received. Of course, her brow rose curiously... and then it was answered. She should take something for herself? It was alright to be a little selfish? "Really?!" she seemed confused by it. Even if she wanted to, it would be neigh impossible to instantly unlearn centuries of bad behavior. Nor could she simply assume she would. Junko was a bit selfless as a person, and yes, it often led her to disappointment. But in her own mind that wasn't always a bad thing, what was her own sadness anyway? For the most part she was already used to it... Ah, but she wouldn't be allowed that sort of thought. Junichi had offered to help her and he was already pounding away at her inside. How could she actually resist? The answer was simply she couldn't. What was more, he had cheeky commentary to offer the lass, and as annoyed as she seemed earlier by her brother, Junko did enjoy a bit of sass from others. So given the lecture she'd just been given... she opened her mouth to speak, "Normally, I'd say take it as you like..." she started as her body was so close to release it'd already begun to tense, rattling chains as she struggled against the sensation. "But. Yes. Do that." She confirmed as she knew it would be great. This lad had way too much of an effect on her, and she imagined that if she got to feel his release as well... she'd do nothing but be happy about it.

Merlyn was also learning that lesson. Or rather, she'd been learning it for a few weeks now, and it was culminating in a strange amount of forcefulness from a normally passive woman. She rode the wave of that feeling as her tongue danced in his mouth and he battered away at her undercarriage. She was normally so much for people's choices, taking them from someone seemed almost criminal. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a certain attachment to Sir Cador as an individual who managed to speak to her, when she couldn't even face herself. This kiss was hot, and her body was filled once more. Ah, but he'd come to a stop, sitting within her depths of her loins as she explored his mouth hungrily. Ah, this quite nice for her, causing her nether to pulse and almost hum as she claimed his mouth as her possession. The groans escaping his mouth didn't go unnoticed, they were gobbled up by the sorceress the same way she was devouring every emission from his person. What else did Merlyn like? It was time for a gentle change, and what was the point of being an innately magical creature if you didn't flex magic once in a while? The first thing to shift was the bed, a gentle rocking motion would occur as it became the waterbed Merlyn seemed to enjoy so much. To put it simply, she'd switched her bed for the one she'd been in, without moving the room they were in. And now her hips shifted gently as she turned them to the side. He'd buried himself within her already, so she began a gentle rocking of her own while they continued to kiss deeply. Each shift in this position would leave tingles traveling up her spine as she rubbed her own pearl externally while leaving him where he was. Each of those jolts should have caused a corresponding pulse of his tool, as she effectively used his body to sate her own. Her hands shifted slightly ending tangled in purple locks as she gently pulled to release his mouth leaving a strand of saliva between them which broke with her exhale.

[Bloodedge]

If nothing else, Guinevere's justification for her behavior was somewhat sensible. It was obvious to Arthur that she wasn't bad-natured or anything; every bit of pestering she'd shown thus far appeared to originate somewhere nice. She was much like two people he knew in his former life, in that regard. Actually... three, or perhaps even four. Something extra was applied with this one, though. "So you're saying you're prone to boredom then? Obviously nobody else is going to be bored around you, since you're... well, you," the young man proclaimed. Ah, he'd almost managed something legitimately smooth there. Maybe he should have changed his voice up a bit to give a better delivery. With Guinevere clearing up her dish, Arthur pushed away from the counter. Did he intend to follow her whenever she left the kitchen? He actually wasn't sure; it wasn't a thought that crossed his mind as much as it was something he just seemed to be ready for.

In response to the rubbing of her ears, Emilia only had one utterance to offer Elyan: his name. There was something strange about that. Outwardly, the knight quirked a brow. Inwardly, in hearing that variant of his name spoken a way he'd never heard it before, he was probably feeling about as strangely as Emilia herself was. She didn't say anything else though, why? One could never be sure what they were to do in this case. He could see the color returning to her pale skin. Given what she said before, that could only be considered good. He wouldn't stop. This visage of Emilia's was similar to her normal embarrassment, yet oh so different, and infinitely more interesting to look at. Elyan didn't even give consideration to the fact that his breeches would end up shortening if he kept it up, but keeping it up was exactly what he would do.

"Really really," Merlin replied in typical fashion between the two. He knew it was a tall order. He knew it wasn't easy to undo habits formed over millennia. He knew Junko's mind wasn't easily changed in general. He also knew, however, what would make her extended existence better overall. All she needed to do was make that initial push. It seemed she would at least make an attempt to do just that. Her first words implied that she would not be taking the traditional route. Her next words told Merlin yes, take that earlier statement as a suggestion. She was close; he could feel it in his own loins by proxy. With that being the case, he foresaw an ability to send her over a very, very high ledge. Very well, he thought. Merlin withdrew his hips, letting those chains dissipate in such a pattern as to let Merlyn down onto her knees again. He'd take the time to stroke his own shaft, priming that which Merlyn's clone sought to 'quench her thirst' with. "Since you insist, Koko. I'll quench your thirst, but I assume you haven't forgotten what it means to drink saltwater~♥"

Cador was still, but not for long. Would he give up on basking in the afterglow of ejaculation? Not quite. When he began moving again, it wasn't initially of his own doing. Those first movements came as a result of the sudden waterbed beneath them. Ah, that must have really been a preference of Merlyn's; noted. The bed caused movement, Merlyn added her own rocking, so Cador had little choice but to react to every sensation and begin thrusting anew. After all, it wasn't as if he had room to retreat even if he wanted to, what with Merlyn still being latched onto him─ now by having a hold of his hair. This change in position was something Cador was keen to explore as well. Both of Merlyn's legs being off to one side left one of his legs room to shift forward a bit. He could go for deeper strokes this way, so of course he was going to do so. Every pulse coming from within Merlyn was indeed felt by the knight, and if the sorceress had any questions as to his satisfaction levels, his groin was pulsing of its own accord as well. Strangely, Merlyn decided to tug him by the hair and break their kiss as a result. What an interesting bit of aggression that was. "Haa~ What's this now, Merlyn?"

[Apollymi]

Guinevere seemed to be enjoying her conversation with Arthur. Irrespective of her slightly contrary personality, she didn't have a single negative thing to say about anyone in her current circle. Actually, even Elyan and Emilia were only teased for their own good, she grew tired of being middle man to their not yet romance. And it was annoying watching them dance around each other when it was obvious they liked each other. She'd consider herself a catalyst of discord if her anxiety inducing methods led to the two of them making any sort of progress. "Well, yes. I am quite prone to boredom. Many people are though..." she said of herself. As for the last bit of his statement the smile spread across Guinevere's face. "That was pretty smooth for you~" she commented as she gave a solid smile. "I don't dislike the thought, though I am pretty sure it applies only to you..." she mused. She'd only intended to get him out of his room. What did she have to do for the rest of the day? She'd already sown the necessary Elyan and Emilia seeds. The other knights were on a rotating duty and the Lady Merlyn was aloof as always. "Hm, what to do what to do?" she asked herself. She was past the point of having regular duties. Without Nerys around she didn't have magic lessons and the only other place she cared to be was the library.

While Guinevere considered the library, Emilia and Elyan were learning quite a bit about each other. What in this case? Well, Emilia saw the brow raise of Elyan in response to how she'd spoken his name. What was he thinking though? She couldn't really tell. It was so strange, when he was younger she had a much easier time interpreting the looks on his face. Her breathing had sped up quite a bit, and she was almost certain he could hear her heartbeat from this distance. But even in her embarrassed state she found herself looking at the lad more directly. Even as he continued rubbing her ears. Nice radiating warm happened within her body right now. How strange, she never expected to like a warm temperature, but it was rather interesting to be so in contrast to Elyan's cold skin. "Aah~" that little noise finally found fullness but she bit her lip to quiet it and tried to push past it. "El, it feels really nice..." she murmured softly while staring into his face. That hand of hers lifted once more as she touched the side of his face. "What are you thinking... I can't tell..." she questioned him a bit more directly. Her voice softer even then normal her breaths still paced rather sporadically. Why were they like this? Did he really like her the same way she liked him?

At the same time Junko got to hear a phrase that always passed between them as an affirmation. There was a warmth in her chest at this speech, how very specifically pointed. All the same she'd told him to take her at her word about her given suggestion. Her chains released her into the kneeling position and she looked up to find Merlin stroking himself the rest of the way to completion over her face. She did insist, she likely had a bit of fun as a succubus because of this preexisting predilection. Junko gave the man's tip a solid lick with her tongue, before speaking aiming to help him along. "I already have this problem a taste isn't going to change it~" she mentioned as she opened her mouth and occasionally used her tongue to try and help the process along. Her loins were nearly vibrating and given there wasn't that big a difference between and incubus and a succubus she could expect that climax along with her meal.

Merlyn had shifted the beds, but water beds were better for sex, of this she was a hundred percent certain. But beyond that her change in position was generally accepted and put into immediate action. Deeper thrusts were caused by Sir Cador's shift in position. That was great, a moan escaped her as she felt him knocking at a great depth causing a sensation she didn't know she needed. All the while, she'd deepened their kiss only to halt it of her own accord at a random instance. Of course with her hands tangled in Cador's hair leading the reasoning behind it, she couldn't help but enjoy herself further. And with this break in mouths, Cador's cattiness. He questioned what she was doing... did she really have an answer though? No... not really. But she did enjoy talking to Sir Cador, so she would, as she shifted her hips and accepted those deepest thrusts. "When I find an explanation, you'll be the first to know..." she mused as she drew her tongue up the side of his neck pausing in the middle to apply suction and swirl her tongue around the spot just a little before she moved her lips around to his mouth again. "By the way I'm taking another..." she mentioned. She'd felt this approach for quite some time, and Sir Cador's throbbing and general satisfaction only added to her own. She'd reach her next flourish steadily, her eyes glowing gently as her body near exploded from the sensation. This was fine right? He didn't dislike her being this way, he'd said so himself...

[Bloodedge]

Guinevere didn't have to state how prone to boredom she was; it was quite obvious in the way she behaved. She wouldn't have bothered doing the things she did if it wasn't at least partially for entertainment. Arthur took no issue with the young woman's methods; it was somewhat entertaining for him as well. Moving on, it was true that there was some modicum of smoothness escaping Arthur in that last statement of his. The fact that Guinevere said so was all the confirmation he needed to believe it as truth. "You think so? I had the thought, but I wasn't sure. I figured I should have used a sexy man voice or something," he surmised, lowering and smoothening his tone at the point of emphasis. Strangely, those few words came out as if he were some sort of spy movie playboy, or rather... they came out in the way they would have, had he been playing a role for a job. Either way, he was moving right on again. "I doubt it's just me. As for what to do, I honestly can't think of a single thing worth doing in a world that doesn't have technology. If you're bored now, why not accompany me on Sir Dagonet's caravan soon? He insisted upon finding another country that may be able to let us know some requirements for a horse trade, and we could join the trip if we like."

It didn't take much for Emilia's little utterance to become something of a proper vocalization. Strange though it was to feel the warmth coming from the skin of her ears, it was stranger yet to feel it directly by the hand upon his face. What was he thinking, she asked. That wasn't a good question. At that very moment, he had been taken in by the biting of Emilia's lip. What did she mean when she said it felt really nice? With that reaction, there were some heavy implications to be taken. One of those rubbing motions shifted downward to encompass more of its target ear, extending from the lobe to the tip in repeated sequence. In the meantime, Elyan wracked his brain for something resembling a proper answer to the lass' most recent inquiry. "You're reacting a lot to this," was all he said. Of course, that wasn't all there was, but it was all he would say without making himself some kind of flustered mess.

Merlyn's clone already had a mighty thirst, yes, but he'd seen far, far worse from far less than a taste of incubus spunk. Oh, but there she was, licking his tip and egging him on. He'd give her what she asked for, and then some. Being an incubus, Merlin had a certain amount of choice when it came to his own flourish. She said she wanted a drink, so he'd let that eventual surge of fluids erupt in beverage-like quantity upon her face. It emerged notably cream-flavored, but thick in a way Merlin found humorous. At the end of it all, he did always take for himself as well; he wanted to see her work through it while having a fair amount accentuate her face as well. "Let's see if you remember what you said~" he stated. Her thirst wouldn't change, she said. Merlin had seen many things in his age-old life, and there was one continuous thing. He didn't quench thirst of a sexual nature; he merely created more until he was properly satisfied, at which point his partner of choice could finally understand relief.

Where had this Merlyn been for the past month or so? Cador wondered, though he likely wouldn't have survived a single night with her before experiencing her previously. Even now, he was constantly at the edge of his proverbial rope. Every ejaculation was immediately followed by the heralding of another. It was bliss, albeit just a tidbit frightening. Ah, but with that fright came additional excitement. "I'll keep an ear to the ground," he said about being the first to know what Merlyn had going on presently. That near-explosion Merlyn experienced soon after was likely the most dangerous thing thus far. Sir Cador previously felt incapable of moving, but this time... he expelled himself within her with nothing but urges to keep pushing forward. The hunger was growing. Once he reached deeper within the succubus, he felt it was necessary to go deeper still. Forward and onward; it didn't count unless he loosed his seed into her womb, right? Surely that was the right answer!

[Apollymi]

Apparently there was no need to express her boredom because Arthur already understood. What was more he claimed he hadn't been sure about the smoothness of his statement, claiming it should have been accompanied by a sexy man voice. That sexy man voice was accompanied by an actual shift in tone in the young man which made Guinevere pause for just a moment. She looked at the blonde across from her for just a few seconds... "Uh-huh... I didn't know you had one of those..." she said as if pondering it a bit. If she were the outright honest type, she probably would have turned red in the face, but such things weren't really her style. "It's pretty good, though if I were you I'd save it for intent~" she mused as if the statement meant nothing at all. "I wouldn't know about that, half the knights would accuse me of terrorizing them, Elyan included," she said with a smile. But it seemed they both were a bit short on things to do in the meantime. Growing up initially in a world full of technology boredom was probably rampant in most people. "I get a pass on my boredom sometimes. I was a nerd to start with so the library is still interesting to me... Still what I wouldn't give for some mindless background noise," she claimed with a solid nod. Moreover, Sir Dagonet was planning some sort of outing. "A caravan would be interesting at least, but to what country? The whole of the map has been disappearing over the past decades. It was a problem often discussed by my father and his allies," she mentioned with a raised brow. Was there a country left in this part of the world?

Emilia's whole body was practically a burning mess. It was abundantly clear why she could be alone in the snow for so long. Ah, but this time, her warmth was something else entirely. It was caused by fluster, sensation, and a feeling of closeness. Elyan kept rubbing against her ear, and it was a markedly pleasant feeling for the girl. What was more, this was one of the longer periods of time of Elyan's calmness. Though he hadn't answered her yet, instead he'd detailed his movements... changing the feeling from the tips of her ears, down to her lobes. Why did this attention please her so much and why did it feel so nice? She was far too honest in mind and body. Her whole face as shifting and short pants left her. Her heart was beating really fast, but she didn't truly understand the feeling. When Elyan finally spoke he mentioned she was reactive. "Well, it feels good. I can't really help it..." she mentioned she was still studying his face. Her body moved a bit closer on instinct as that hand against the side of his face moved. She was really trying to understand him, but in truth she felt rather embarrassed. She couldn't run though... she could only think while looking at him. He had a nice face. He seemed to be thinking rather hard. Her eyes moved down to his mouth and she just stared. 'I wonder if his mouth is cold?' Her eyes widened as soon as she had the thought, that wasn't a normal thing to think about was it? Poor Emilia would fluster herself almost as much as anyone else could.

Merlyn's clone was in an interesting position, flicking her tongue over the tip of Merlin's manhood until he acquiesced to her wishes. Thick liquid spilled into her mouth, and on her face. The quantity and quality of it was quite extreme. But what was more, it seemed to be flavored the way Junko herself favored. Sweet cream was hard to work through of course, and ever bit that managed to work its way down her throat had a strange effect on her body. Her nether was pulsing, her face now reddened and her lips were puffy. It took a few moments for her to work through it but once she did she was licking her lips strangely shifting a bit. That glow in her eyes was marked now and seemed incapable of fading. Merlin was affecting her much more strangely than she expected... "What did you do to me?~" she was almost whining. Why did her body feel so hot? Even as she was currently her skin felt like it was burning. How strange, what would this mean for her?

Where had this Merlyn been? Buried in her own sorrow and trying not to grow too attached to anyone. Trying not to ruin someone while taking her first real meal in a millennia. Ah, but no one really knew that... even Cador hadn't been told how much Merlyn truly denied herself for the sake of others. She wasn't sure she'd ever admit it. She didn't want to scare anyone, she didn't want to tie someone to her, who would aim to overdose on her addictive qualities and kill themselves while offering her their lives. She didn't want any of those things, but they were a fact of her existence. And thus something she denied. But here and now, it was somewhat okay, Sir Cador was already ready, to some extent, so she couldn't be too addictive right? It was okay for her to take this... just for her, right? "Hmphf, that's good," ah but was that a reply to his statement? Not really... Sir Cador kept moving this time, aiming himself deeper and deeper. Merlyn herself enjoyed this, and shifted herself slightly, putting one leg up on his shoulder. More depth would be allowed even as they rocked around on this waterbed. Each pulsing sensation felt deeper and deeper, given the placement she felt it near the end of her being, just a gentle brush which hit and sent shivers of pleasure up her body. "Oooh, that's it... what I want right there!" and so long as it continued, within just a few strokes, her nether would be clamping down upon him again... she would be claiming him again, up near her womb, so close she would feel the warmth of it spilling into her stomach. What a delicious sensation. How could she possibly let him stop this?

[Bloodedge]

In response to the use of his 'professional' voice as Arthur would have called it properly, Guinevere took pause. Oh? It must have been quite effective for her to do that, only to spit out an eventual 'uh-huh' as response. "Of course I have one. I told you what sort of things I was raised to do. Do you like it?" he asked, shifting to that same tone of voice again. Frankly, Arthur found it easier to do that than he did being a regular person. He should work on finding the middle ground between his training and real personality, making use of one without erasing the other for the moment. "And what sort of intent? Who knows; maybe I'm using it with intent now~" It seemed Guinevere was at least interested in taking a caravan led by Sir Dagonet. As for where it was going, Arthur had a vague memory of the country mentioned by the jester. What was it again? Something starting with... "Uhh, it's going to... Ma... Mo... Mu... Mauroni? Sir Dagonet mentioned there being only one viable place to go, but that he would like to make the trip for his own reasons as well."

While Elyan was effectively molesting the ears of Emilia, the latter moved closer for reasons unclear. She mentioned again that it was a pleasant feeling after a surprising amount of direct eye-contact was made between them. Alas, that locked gaze was not fated to last. Emilia's eyes lowered, leaving Elyan curious once more. Nevertheless, there was still a clause to respond to. "Yes, you've said that already. Why else would I still be doing it?" he asked, almost scoffing. His fingers had yet to stop moving. Over time, he seemed to be massaging an elven pair of ears as if he'd never encountered a pair before. What was she looking at though? Was there something in his teeth? Whatever it was, the lass seemed rather spaced-out. At least that was better than turning brilliant crimson and running off with a covered face.

The meeting of Merlins was only just getting started. Merlyn's clone received what she requested, and in exchange, Merlin finally experienced the real feeling of sexual relief for the first time in countless years. "Subarashii~♪" he sang. The feeling was more incredible than he remembered, and the sight was one worth remembering for ages to come. In wake of her lips being licked, Merlin was grinning from ear to ear, rubbing a bit of residue right back onto her bottom lip from the tip of his member. "I warned you, Koko," he affirmed about what he'd done to her. It was dangerous business, coitus with an incubus. They were in his own personal jail, which effectively functioned as his own little playpen. Nowhere was he more powerful, nor more limited in his access to everything... though the latter was far less true now. "I gave you a taste. Don't tell me you didn't like it~♥"

How could Merlyn let Cador stop this? To put it simply, she couldn't... or rather, shouldn't, according to Sir Cador himself. Merlyn was free to take as she pleased, so long as he had more to give. She was indeed addictive, not at all contrary to belief. Cador, however, had a very powerful will. He allowed himself to indulge in things that weren't dangerous whenever scheduling permitted, and for now, his schedule was free. He could continue playing around with the sorceress until the cows came home, sleep the rest of the day away, and wake up to do the same again at this rate. His watch would technically suffer, but... someone was always looking to take over for him anyway. One leg lifted onto Cador's shoulder was met by the hook of an arm, both to hold it in place and to let the man have a bit more leverage. He leaned against that leg just a bit. More depth felt something like a command being implanted in his head. Cador was more than willing to answer. In feeling the only barrier that could manage to halt his forward progress even for a moment, he felt something else joining the verbalization of Merlyn's desire. "Ho─ Is that all? You didn't even have to say that. I can tell~" the knight claimed as he thrusted once more, depositing his fluids in a way that would normally be expected to impregnate. He probably should have questioned the ability of a succubus to conceive, but... he really didn't care in the heat of the moment.

[Apollymi]

Of course, Arthur claimed. Knowing what he was raised to do, she should have figured he had some sort of sexy man voice. Did she like it? Well the short answer was yes. "I don't dislike it..." she said in a mild form of confirmation. One could never be too careful with what they chose to reveal to the spy types, she knew this. It seemed he was curious about the sort of intent he should be using his voice with, and claimed he might have been doing so now. "Well, you could be using intent right now. But what kind of intent are you using... as for the one I thought of... I don't think I'm sharing. You have your clever moments, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually~" she said with a light hint of flirtation. Of course, she liked the voice, and of course he could and should use it on her if he wanted a specific sort of attention. Moving on, there was the matter of the country they would be visiting, Arthur stumbled over the name messing it up in the process which caused a chuckle from Guinevere. "You mean Maurenia? That place is great. I understand why Sir Dagonet wishes to visit. It is a safe haven for mages and sorcerers. I studied there..." she said with a smile coming back from good memories. "The Queen is one of the most respectable women I've ever met. Definitely in my top three," Guinevere said. She'd not been to that place five years. She'd studied there for two years, completing her course early and returning home.

Emilia had moved closer if only because she wished to be closer. And a shared moment of eye contact was enough to make sure she didn't want to pull away. He was still rubbing at her ears, claiming that he knew by her previous statement that it felt nice and that was why he was continuing the activity. Elyan was always nice and diligent but this was a bit extreme. It made Emilia wonder if he truly liked touching her like this. Another small moan escaped her before she could answer and she could feel blood rushing to places in her body that definitely didn't need the attention. "Well... the only other valid reason I could think of is because you want to... that'd be fine too," Emilia's answer was fairly earnest and she couldn't really help it. Still, the curiosity surrounding Elyan's mouth was killing her. Perhaps it would be better to ask, instead of staring. Maybe the staring was the odd part and not the question, "El, I'm curious... is your mouth cold too?" she asked as the fingers that gently traced his jaw were drawn down to his chin. Was it weird she wanted to kiss him to find out? Was she odd for wanting to? There were so many questions but still she couldn't bring herself to pull away. No... that feeling was the sort she felt like could potentially be better as well.

Merlin was happy, and inside Merlyn's clone was happy for him. She knew what it was to be lonely and didn't envy him not having the sensations to go along with his desires. Regardless of everything else, she definitely would never mistreat her brother. Of course, his excitement came with a certain amount of conceit. He rubbed his tip against her lip after claiming he'd warned her. "That... doesn't seem like it should be so effective..." she murmured. But even here and now she was licking her lips once more desiring more than just one taste, in more than just one way. Her appetites were wetted already, she couldn't really say no to more attention. "I won't tell you that I didn't like it... I did, but if it's just a taste it's not really worth it," ah, there it was. She wanted more than just the taste she now had something closer to a burning desire. The only thing that kept her from immediately trying to initiate another sex act was her force of will. Though that was admittedly, being channeled into strange movements of her legs. "You're offering more right?"

Cador was working now, that moved leg of Merlyn's would soon be hooked in place and Merlyn herself would let out a delighted squeal. The depth reached now was something she could well and truly feel and she enjoyed every bit of it. No longer was she partaking in a tamed exploration, instead she was being battered. Oh, but she liked this too, it'd been more than a thousand years since she'd allowed such a sensation to overtake her. Moreover Sir Cador still had banter for her, which was a happy return to normal, though she was nowhere near done with her desirous feeding. "Oh? The Spirit Knight told me to let him know what I liked, I was simply delivering the message requested~" she mentioned. Ah but she was moaning again. Even for a brief moment the movements of the bed dipped and she found herself impossibly engaged. Every thrust was felt and seemed to be reverberating back into her body. A bit rough, but to be technical she enjoyed it that way. Another flourish would be gathered from this constant knocking against her farthest reaches without a single thought of pregnancy in mind. Just like the succubus was rape proof, it was also technically able to bend its own physiology as it liked, she couldn't get pregnant. Succubi took life essence for sustenance, her own womb as far as she knew, couldn't be used to nurture life to existence only to hold it to be fueled into her energy. Whatever the case, when she was filled once more she'd gently slip away. That flexible body of hers shifting into a split facing forward while Sir Cador was extricated from her depths. Once this was completed she'd slither away before presenting herself in a different matter. Her own spine bent at an insane arch leaving the swell of her hips in the air. She used fingers to part her lower lips revealing herself to Sir Cador. "Come on... I want it like this now~" she said offering the man a wink over her shoulder as the mattress gently waved her body about.

[Bloodedge]

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. . .

[Apollymi]

Arthur was strangely, a lot better at being flirty than she realized. He caught up to what she say and swaggered right along. He should definitely have a bit more faith in himself. A smile crossed Guinevere's face in the moment he finished up with the word intent. Moreover he stepped past her, and extended a hand, she'd take it while falling in line with him, offering a casual statement. "At your leisure~" she mused happily. Ah, this was developing nicely. The king was out of his room, being good company, and with a smile or two to throw around. As far as she could tell, he wasn't simply pretending to be alright... she couldn't be more pleased about the situation as a whole. As for Maurenia, "Yes, a haven like that should be visited by all mages at least once in their lifetimes. It definitely helps those who feel out of place or who have issues with control or need more specialized training. It truly is a great place," she mentioned nostalgia coursing through her veins. "You can always ask me anything you like Arthur, and feel free to use my wider breadth of magical knowledge whenever you like. There are very few things in this world I would find to be a better use of my time," she said in a surprisingly honest fashion. Aside from, Cador, Elyan, and Emilia... there were few others who could pull Guinevere's attention. Arthur could have all the rest, by a long shot... well aside from any mischief she aimed to dish out.

In the meantime Elyan and Emilia were having one of the longest conversations surrounding moments of physical contact they had ever managed. He was rubbing against her ears, and making strange sounds slip from between her lips. But just the same, he was here now and clarifying her recent statement about his actions. He would do it because he did like it, and because she did as well. It was his duty as a knight to help her? She didn't know if the current situation qualified as help. Emilia knew him well enough to know his words were hiding something, but they were also honest. She supposed he could keep what he wanted to himself. At the same time, she couldn't keep her curiosities to herself. And, Elyan answered in a way that implied he was flustered. Even a little pink appeared on his cheeks which even when he was huffy were normally colorless. He claimed it was a strange question and he didn't have an answer, but it was a rushed answer, way too open to interpretation, she had him. "Umphf..." was the first audible sound out of her mouth, it was definitely caused by that extra pressure to her ears, which came with a certain tingle felt between her legs. She'd ignore it though, if only to gain more even footing and maybe have her questions answered. "I saw that..." what did she see? Well that blush, which she brushed a thumb over as her hand moved once more. Her hand firmly in place on his cheek she stared at his face her gaze dropping to his mouth once more. He didn't know if it was cold as well? She had to know... "I'll find out myself..." she said leaning in to quickly press her lips against his. 'I shouldn't have done that.'

A special treat just for her? The clone of Merlyn didn't know if she could believe that, if only because Merlyn herself likely wouldn't believe that. At least, not at her current point in time. But given the quivering of her loins, she couldn't imagine a normal woman walking around after bedding her brother just for that. "But I haven't done anything..." she said. She really didn't get this strange infatuation her brother seemed to have with her, well aside from them sharing a face. That seemed to be a major sticking point for him, whatever the case, the thumb across her bottom lip gave her solace, what a comforting gesture to be offered. "Well, as long as you're still offering. It's not like I'm so weak as to disappear for nothing..." yes, that was Merlyn levels of sass. She did have a half life, but... it wasn't quite so short as Merlin imagined not that either of them knew that for sure. Merlyn's clone simply felt it in her depths, she wasn't going anywhere. Speaking of not going anywhere, the pressure between her legs and that tingling sensation weren't ones to deny. And he asked how accommodating she was, while taking a seat, his erection pulsing in his lap his arms open. What a strangely romantic position. "I said before, I can handle it..." she said in an almost pouty manner, but still she went to join him. Making very direct eye contact all the while after she managed to remove them from his loins. She lowered herself into his embrace, lowering her moist crevice onto his erection at a surprisingly slow pace. Each inch was being taken and felt throughout her nether and her body was being riled up even more. She was almost too hungry for such a position her body seeming to suck him in and enticing a long moan from the lass until she was settled into his lap.

Merlyn was leaving an invitation for Sir Cador. Her rear in the air, hips gently swaying the lips of her crevice spread for viewing. All so she could see what kind of reaction he would have. And here and now she was witnessing it. Not just by his seemingly star-struck appearance but also by his words. Well, that was wrong, it was a single word. A swear uttered in awe... when was the last time she heard something like that? She honestly didn't remember, but right at the moment she could swear a moment had never been better. That was the truth until of course, it reached a new level... "Oh? We've reached a new level of reaction today~" she mused, until... he reached her. She knew by the swelling of his loins that he was likely as crazed as she was now. She could tell by his movements he didn't expect this and she could tell above all else that he would do something interesting. What would it be? Well, her rear was in the air, her nether slicked and tingling in anticipation. How long would he take to insert himself into her? One forward wave in the water, would leave Merlyn to almost yelp as he buried himself within her depths. She wasn't always the type to finish from an entrance, but Sir Cador was learning today that she could. The entirety of her core wrapped tightly around him as she aimed to claim her next meal. It was so much in an instant. That elated noise didn't go unnoticed either, "Feel better now Sir Cador?" she asked of the man, a cheeky smirk on her face.

[Bloodedge]

Arthur's mostly successful flirting had no need of a rebuttal, nor was there one to it. Interesting; perhaps Guinevere's teasing side finally decided to take something of a break. He had indeed managed to overcome those odd familial issues of a few days prior, at least for a time. A trip that he expected to be on some sort of horse-drawn caravan would do him the world of good as well, at least by way of being a continued distraction. "Well I'm definitely out of place, I apparently have zero ability to control what I do, and one can never have too much specialized training," he surmised. With those positives being listed for Maurenia, he'd benefit greatly. Now then, Guinevere offered her assistance while claiming it to be an excellent use of her time, did she? He'd keep that in mind. "Willing to toss in a few crash courses along the way then, Guinevere?" the man asked. Little did he know, the 'caravan' Dagonet had been preparing for almost a week was of a magical nature─ a teleport magic set to function both ways within a certain window of time.

Elyan's mannerisms were never really going to work on Emilia, just as they wouldn't work on Guinevere. He might have known that, but if he did, he wouldn't let on any time soon. The girl's thumb became mobile to rub along his cheek, at which point he took note of a decreased temperature on the skin found just there. Why did her thumb have a lower temperature than his face? Damnit, he was showing again, wasn't he? One claim of 'I saw that' confirmed that he was. Sir Elyan thought to blurt out something else to divert the attention from his state of fluster, but Emilia had something else to say before he managed. She'd find out herself, she said. "You w─" And so, his lips were sealed with a kiss. He wasn't expecting that. It came so quickly, Elyan's eyes burst open and his breath caught in his throat. What a magnificent moment... or was it terrible? Damn it all, what did he want? Well... this, surely, but he had very different expectations if it ever happened.

The counterargument Merlyn's copy presented would only be met by a shaken head. "Never say those words to me, Junko. All you have to do, is be you. The entire world will be better for it," he claimed with more sincerity than he gave virtually any other situation. She simply wasn't grasping her own value, and knowing this, those heartfelt words were delivered with a glowing gaze. This was another message he intended to deliver Merlyn's true form, alongside quite a few others. Something interesting was stated by the half-life sorceress. She wasn't going to disappear for nothing? Those words weren't Merlyn's; they could only belong specifically to this projection. Was Merlin to believe he wasn't dealing with only a few hours of time? "Is that so? Well, Koko, do forgive me if I ruin you regardless. Just incase~" he said. Not having clarity in the amount of time this body would be on offer would not stop him from treating it as something finite. He was well beyond any thoughts of abusing it as a ragdoll from the opening moments, but he would never be beyond the thought of turning it into one with his efforts. She could handle it, she affirmed huffily. They would soon see about that. A post-orgasm incubus could be considered a starving beast offered only the smell of meat. As was typically the case with Merlin, his smile did not belie his intention. The body was gentle, while the libido was voracious. That long, slow descent Merlyn's copy took onto his girth would not end normally at all, as a result. It should be considered a danger if he reached the end of her. Such a thing was tantamount to the act of mating with an incubus─ an act powerful enough to shatter curses and consume mind, body and soul until the feeding was done. As his arms hooked inward to reach the woman's back, Merlin found himself wondering just how potent his suicidal sibling's will was.

A new level of reaction indeed. Cador was not one to swear freely, definitely not with any great amount of emotion behind it. In the moment of beholding, however, he couldn't think of a better utterance. He couldn't really think at all, at least about anything other than what he was witnessing. By the end of that singular thrust, Merlyn's orgasm thought to trigger Cador's own. Something was off, though. There was yet another spillage into her loins, but the quantity of it all seemed greater than even the normal amplified amount drawn out by the succubus. It seemed the entry alone was enough for him as well, regardless of the effect Merlyn's physiology had. Ah, he should take a moment; that one was potent enough to leave the male trembling in the aftermath. It could be said that he was indeed feeling better, if panting through an open grin was any indicator. "Haa... haa~... Merlyn, have I mentioned you're my favorite person lately?"