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  1. #1271
    Ridiculous, she called it. Even so, she expressed a lack of distaste for the arrangement in a manner markedly different to, yet oh so similar to the way her other persona spoke such things. Excellent. He'd go on to see more of this side, of Hoshimi Eri in her rawest, most unfiltered form. He'd engorge himself on her demeanor and engorge her on every physical showing of his adoration. The wild beast was being roused─ Gilgamesh could sense it and many other things stirring within the smaller blonde's subconscious. All the way down to the soul, there was something monstrous and filled with primal urges that could perhaps rival his own. When would he meet that one, though?

    Well, whether it took seconds, minutes, hours or days, the moment would appear before him eventually. Even now, she took him by the lips and he could do nothing but match the effort. A hand wrapped itself around the back of Eri's neck, its aim to hold her head in place while their mouths explored each other again. He even appeared to take more unto himself, hips thrusting upward from beneath the woman since she'd yet to begin moving anew. It only felt natural to continue things somehow, so the decision was a rather easy one to make. And so, the passage of time would begin anew. . .

  2. #1272
    Gilgamesh was truly a ridiculous man. Eri had always thought him such, even before he became 'Gilgamesh' in this life. Ishigami Daisuke had been ridiculous and though she'd hated him and wanted to murder him whenever his name popped up... she also could do nothing but respect him, truthfully. Regardless they seemed to be on a similar path, dancing around each other in this particular endeavor. If a wild beast was being freed, she'd liken it to a quiet cat, being lured out from its hiding space. Ah, but it was likely more monstrous than that... Each time they interacted she became more of herself... This was something she knew would be impossible for her to hide after a while... oh well. She'd deal with that when it became a problem...

    For now, her only real problem was the restarted movements. She'd brought their lips together of her own accord, mostly to keep him silent. Well, that wasn't true, she did kind of just like this now... Ugh. Instead of thinking too much about that, she was forced into thinking about the movements of his hips. Beneath her, he was already thrusting upwards, forcing her into a ride not of her own choosing but forcing her to respond nonetheless. She would have had to steady herself but there was a hand against the back of her neck. She was being held here... she liked that too. As unruly as this man always was, she couldn't say she hated the way he behaved in a moment like this. She choose to meet the challenge presented to her, meeting thrust after thrust with the movements of her own hips and jarring her senses when he met the end of her repeatedly. That was kind of nice wasn't it. Time would begin to tick away... how long would it take for her to meet his demands properly? How well built were the walls around her souls? Sturdy enough to withstand a thousand years of solitude. Sturdy enough to leave her whole when she was transported to an isekai world. Whole enough that she didn't forget a day of training nor her own hopes, dreams and goals. So the sun would rise and set, rise and set, rise and set... and rise again before Eri saw an end to this torture. Even so, she could not say she hadn't been enjoying herself. There were many things to be discovered and many more that were experienced.

    That is to say, she'd started speaking bit by bit and replying to the randomness presented by Gilgamesh at various intervals. How had it started? As something small... a simple utterance, a demand for "More," moaned ever so gently, while he was plunging in and out of her depths with one of her legs tucked over his shoulder while her other one was out to the side. She hated this. She loved it. She hated him... she did no such thing. Her simple and quiet requests eventually evolved until her current request was being made. Well, request wasn't the right word. She wasn't necessarily being gentle in her words here and now. "Don't tease me, fuck me!" What position brought about this statement? Why did it it fall from her lips so comfortably? And why did it feel so right to make such a demand in the moment? Well, Eri was still not used to taking orders and as she became more comfortable in herself she became demanding. That little edge of prickle to her nature became quite thorny in the right circumstances... her personality seemed to dance along a dark path from time to time.

  3. #1273
    Three times, he declared, and three times he would hear. The setting sun would not be allowed to rise again until that number was met. Time had passed them by, though not a second of it had gone to waste. Every moment filled itself with pleasure, just as he desired, and just as he foretold. Also just as he foretold, one of three utterances left the mouth of Hoshimi Eri. While he kept one of her legs hooked over his shoulder with one arm, he heard the repeated moans and the whisper of a single word. Was that the end of it? No, it obviously wasn't. There was just a bit more, creating a much more potent demand from the Queen of Knights' lips. He'd taken to casually grinding against her inner walls for some time now, presenting a lull in the debauchery they had been resigning themselves to. It seemed, by the wishes of Eri herself, that lull would come to an end.

    She said not to tease her. Ah, but she said so much more than that, didn't she? How could he respond to such blatancy? "H'oh?" he muttered as those grinding motions continued, his free hand reaching out to her face. "And so, we reach the first time you have spoken your true desire." By the time Gilgamesh spoke these words, he did so within a breath of the woman's face. His movements came to a halt, but that intense throbbing returned with a mighty vengeance. "Surely though, there is more. Have you an inkling of how you shall be pummeled, or shall I take you as I please? To me, it matters not the method. This night shall be one to see my queen's unending bliss take precedence."

  4. #1274
    Eri had uttered a rather strange sentence while Gilgamesh ground against her insides with her leg held up over his shoulder. Of course, when she finally uttered such a words, it'd been almost unconscious as an effort. She'd simply made a demand to have her desire sated. Of course, Gilgamesh had a response for her, he always did. That thumping of his manhood and that gentle utterance from between his lips both infuriated and calmed her. He had a hand extended to her face, she always found this gesture so strange. He'd reached for her like this numerous times, and it always confused her as an action. The first time he'd done it, she'd assumed some harm would come to her and when none came she was utterly baffled. Here and now, a thousand years later, she came to a certain conclusion, it seemed to be an act of affection. Not one she asked for but one given freely. It still didn't make sense to her, but she did not dislike it, she didn't mind that he did it nor did she have any intention of turning him away.

    Not that she could. Now he was throbbing within her, having come to a stop to speak on her 'request'. Apparently, he wished to know if she had any idea how she wanted her supposed pummeling delivered. It did not matter to him, but he wished to offer her unending bliss and have it take precedence over his desires. Huh? That was a weird thing to say but she didn't dislike it. He also specifically referred to her in such a sentence as 'my queen'. He did this often, so did many people, but... something about him saying it stirred something strange within her. It made her insides tighten gently and made her moan just a little. So, she gave his question, an honest bit of consideration while her hips shifted gently, why did he stop moving like that... she'd just told him not to tease her. He lived to make her upset, she was sure.

    Still... she'd not disliked any method by which they'd copulated so far, but she also did not know if that was reason enough to continue on such a path. She could let him choose again, that would give her more to work with as far as her base understanding but it wasn't as if she was content to just let him decide everything. But what was a limit? What was sexual and what was not? These were questions. Her base personality worked on rules, conventions and fitting her own work within them. Sex seemed to be something much freer than her mind would normally allow. Some would tell her to do it again to make sure she liked what she thought she did... she imagined that advice would come from one like the female Pharoah's sister. At the same time, her own sister would tell her to try something new and do simply what felt right... something that gave her the fluttering feeling in the bottom of her stomach. Such was the advice she'd given about killing methods, she did not imagine her advice changing very much from one thing when another. So what kind of decision would be made by one like Hoshimi Eri when combining such thoughts? What had she liked in a more normal situation that might lead to something interesting in sex. She'd seen how that sort of thing translated a bit already. She'd once been pulled into this man's lap and had him mention the potential sexual connotations of her being there. And then she'd been in his lap performing two very different sex acts from her perch. Had he done something worthy of her interest?

    Well, when they had first entered he'd been holding her up... she had initially thought to argue with him about that but she found within seconds that she did not mind it. Perhaps such a thing would suffice as an interesting change of pace. Moments of silence and realization would come down to an inquiry. "Can you do it while holding me up? I might like it..." that was a strange way to think about things, but she figured trying things she might like based on her own understanding was better than the alternative. Besides, she was quite small and liked feeling that way in situations which involved Gilgamesh directly. It should be fine right. What likely wasn't fine was the fact that she'd asked such a question while being painfully shy about it. It was always weird when she wasn't feeling particularly aggressive towards this man, she always felt like she should be armed and ready to kill and he disarmed her, constantly.

  5. #1275
    And so came the time of waiting. Gilgamesh waited for an answer, just as he always had with this woman. He waited for a reaction, just as he always would with this woman. Both came soon enough. Never could he tire of seeing the face of Artoria Pendragon, of Hoshimi Eri even, when her stoic exoskeleton no longer fit her frame. Joyous was such an occasion that saw it fall away from her being, leaving exposed the soft underbelly as she did something so simple as stating desire. More joyous was what that desire happened to be.

    Like a schoolgirl confessing to a long-term crush, the queen made a single request. She wished to be lifted, to be held up as he continued showing her body what it had been foolishly rejecting for millennia. With the lightest snicker, the king retreated slowly. She'd be free of his invasive tool for the time being, but in the following moments, she'd certainly be presented with Gilgamesh's bare form brandished just beyond the foot of the bed, his arms open and prepped for embrace, and his member throbbing no less excitedly than it had been moments before. "What an interesting request. A question, I offer you in return. Shall you face my golden majesty and be capable of clutching to me as a cowed child to its protective mother... or shall you face away and be at your lover's mercy, left with nothing to ground yourself as your body is forced to succumb? Speak with your actions, and come here to meet me as you wish to be lifted."

  6. #1276
    Hoshimi Eri always felt painfully embarrassed knowing she was being watched. It was well within her repertoire to pretend not to notice when eyes were on here, but it was impossible to ignore Gilgamesh looking at her. More impossible than that was ignoring the sensation of his slow retreat after just a snicker. She'd made her own decision, leaving not everything up to the King of Heroes and in exchange, she'd been freed of his invasion. But being free of it, left her insides to pulse gently as if in longing. Now that he was not within her, did she miss him occupying the space between her legs? A bit... she was sure of it. What another annoying thing to add to the list of her own understanding. Still... she did not hate such a notion completely, especially when she knew they'd be continuing.

    A scoff escaped her in the moments following Gilgamesh exiting the bed. Apparently, he was content to stand at the foot of the bed in all his nudity, his entire body seeming to beckon Eri forward. His words did the same but in a very different way. It seemed her choice came with another she hadn't quite considered yet. Would she face him and give herself more options of dealing with his intrusive nature or would she face away and leave herself at his mercy? As she moved forward her brows furrowed and the muscle in her jaw twitched. 'Who the fuck is he talking to?' It was such an irrational thought, there was so much anger in her soul. She'd never left herself at the mercy of anyone, she wouldn't be starting now. It wasn't as if she would not come to face him any time he presented himself. She was no coward nor was she apprehensive. There were probably many goods to be taken from having his body subjected upon hers, she'd seen a few of these herself, but here and now she'd not back down. Such was her nature. If he wanted her submissive, he'd have to force her. She'd already deemed him a similar enough existence that she figured he'd be the same way. "Every time you speak I want to fight," she said honestly as she approached but upon reaching the end of the bed she swung her legs around the end and stood before him, facing him even looking up into his face with her own form of arrogance playing across her face. What a stark contrast such a thing had to her more timid actions just seconds before, he always did this to her, and she never felt stable in herself around him. She had no presence of mind to be concerned about things like how wild she must have looked, how out of place every hair on her head was. The fact that her face remained feverishly flushed and the idea that she did not dislike looking at this man at all as she stared up into his face with all the audacity humanity had to offer. Watching her stand before him this way, one might almost think they'd come to blows before anything else happened, but she did not expect violence at this point. She wasn't even armed such was the situation they were currently in. How was she to be lifted? How would she enjoy it? Would it be worth doing again later or even trying in that other manner he mentioned? Well she supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.

  7. #1277
    Mistakes. Many were made in a few lines of thought, all starting with the notion that Hoshimi Eri was not at the mercy of King Gilgamesh. Whether she faced away from him or met him directly, the signs her body painted upon itself sang the song of truth. The very state of her being had been his to command since the moment she approached him initially. Now, this new approach was to be seen as a second signing of the same agreement. She wanted to fight every time he spoke, so she claimed. Of course, he believed her. They would be fighting now in a way, but she would not claim victory by way of dominance or might. "Fight away, O' Knight-Queen," Gilgamesh stated. His clause was yet incomplete, but remained hanging in the air as the start of a... joke of sorts. While Eri took her place in front of him, staring him in the face, he grinned cheekily down upon her.

    Further would he speak as he took her chin in hand, pressing the other to her lower back. "But I ask of you, how shall you face me without your sword? Fear not." Another pause came, this time as a new meeting of lips was brought about. Gilgamesh took the time of a single kiss to pull the blonde woman's body into his own, lifting her via the arm against her back. The heat of her pelvic region was something he felt against his own abdomen, and rightly so according to his plan. Speaking of that plan, the moment of parting lips would become the time he finished addressing his own train of thought. "I offer once more the only tool you will ever require, and the only one you will ever consider worth touching. Take it unto yourself, my impossible queen, and sheathe it!"

  8. #1278
    So full of it, was the man known as Gilgamesh. Hoshimi Eri might have been properly upset if she did not find that aspect of him to be somewhat endearing. She really needed to figure out what it was about that she liked. Regardless, her words were met by teasing, well not exactly teasing. It was most definitely acknowledgement but not in a way that implied that he thought her dangerous or scary. He told her to fight, as if the meaning of that word was somehow different in this context. Ah... that cheeky smile upon his face definitely implied it as such. She was used to such shifts in speech, the entirety of her own speech pattern had once been converted to be more tasteful and fitting of the title Queen of Camelot.

    A hand upon her cheek and one at the small of her back. Yes, she'd found herself in a rather sturdy embrace as a kiss was planted upon her lips. She was without sword yes, but for the context of this conversation it was more flirting than anything else. She'd referred to his manhood in such terms and that was what he was offering now. That was such a pointed euphemism and oddly it was the best way for her to think about these novel activities of theirs. Strangely, even after a kiss, she had a few wits left in her favor. Perhaps it was the way this sentence was spoken, perhaps it was the fact that she understood it immediately, or perhaps it was even that inkling of equality which would lead to an offering of words from the Assassin who became the Queen of Knights. "Offer me a weapon, I'll eventually use it to kill you..." she said with an air of decisiveness, ah but those words were also teasing in this context and she meant them to be. Even this weapon of his would be his undoing in her own hands, maybe not now, but after she mastered it, of this she was certain. Besides she'd not met a method of killing yet she did not enjoy. Her fingers danced around his girth as she prepared to properly align herself, and this would leave the tip of his manhood buried against her entrance. Ah, this was another moment which would require leverage, her legs meeting his waist on either side, not encircling him but just clamped casually around him, as one would when horseback riding, yes... that was fine for this sort of occasion. Once she was certain of its placement the sheathing of that tool would begin that gentle pulsing of her nether seeming to pull it into herself which was something she quite enjoyed. Her feet were off the ground and gravity could do a great deal of the work in such a case, she'd allow herself to cloak this blade which was rather quickly becoming one of her favorites with a gentle moan passing between her lips as she enjoyed a moment of sheer ecstasy. And she did aim to find a bit more leverage, her arms draped over his shoulders as his manhood found its home within her. She was still looking at him in such a moment studying his face finding herself almost hypnotized by those eyes of his.

  9. #1279
    She chose not only to face him, but to challenge him in the most direct manner. In being offered a weapon of any sort, she declared that she would eventually use it to kill him. These were the words of Hoshimi Eri─ words that could be spoken by no other. In truth, Gilgamesh welcomed such an occasion. If she had a method of killing him with the very tool he was born with, then she had in her arsenal the most satisfying way for any man to meet his end. "If you can manage as much, I implore you to do so. Blithe is the man who should perish within a woman's embrace. If any man is to have that experience before your eyes, it shall be me, and me alone."

    One could easily say Gilgamesh had been taken by madness, as he truly found the hypothetical death they spoke of to be one worth experiencing. They were already entangled in such a way as to leave him merry. What would this alleged death sex be like? Surely something worth dying for. Regardless, the sheathing of a sword was upon them. Eri took that tool into her own hand while Gilgamesh held firm to her midsection. Legs were gripping his sides as the lips between those same legs took hold of his member. Gravity was to be given control, apparently. Arms were used as support against his shoulders, and one pair of eyes was locked onto another. "Or perhaps I will instead grant you a glorious death during your failed attempts to slay me. What say you, queen of the known world? Shall we send one another to the hereafter?" he questioned amidst a deep sigh, letting a hand fall from the woman's face and land upon her backside. The slightest hint of a thrust occurred as Gilgamesh stabilized his positioning, but it seemed more purposeful than positioning alone. In truth, it was but a tease. One should expect as much of the King of Heroes at this point. "Or do you intend to show me how you can even think of managing such a thing?"

  10. #1280
    Eri was a strange person indeed. And in the moment, she decided Gilgamesh was strange as well. According to him, there was no better way for a man to die than in a woman's embrace. He also made the outrageous claim that if he were to die that way, it should be at her hands. "You know most people don't enjoy the idea of me killing them, even as a joke..." she said that as the truth it was. The only person who'd ever said such a thing to her and meant it was her elder sister, and she'd succeeded in killing that one. Besides all of that, there was the fact that she couldn't help but enjoy herself in this man's presence. Perhaps, it was more telling that he was content to be part of every experience she had, even the ones which should not have seemed pleasant.

    What would death sex be like? This was a curiosity shared. Yes, she'd said those words, but they'd been flirty at best, perhaps she really could kill him this way, but she knew it wouldn't be today. No, first and foremost she had to understand the weapon, and the one who wielded it. So she started that process. One could call it a weapon study, which involved a thorough inspection. Gravity was quite helpful but so was Gilgamesh in placing that tool within its sheath. He had more words to offer, these were much more succinct. They were sharing eye contact again and he was... entering her by her own mechanization while claiming to offer her a glorious death as well. Of course this came with several different words and phrases, including a reference to her as the queen of everything, she needed to remember to be upset about that, she'd still not agreed to that. "Fuck, I don't remember asking for anything..." she murmured. Of course, it went without saying her hips were beginning to shift just a bit as well, after sinking a bit her own form would go into move back and forth. She was enjoying the motions she'd begun, allowing her body to sink further and further into place. She would sheathe him as she intended, but the answer to his last inquiry was up in the air. "You'll be the first to know when I decide such a thing..." she said almost curtly. She hated this man, but still spoke of the future with him as if she was certain of it.

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