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  1. #121
    After watching Saber's little show against the fallen Berserker, it came as no surprise to King Gilgamesh that she evaded his chains. It remained disappointing, of course, but perhaps he was just disappointed overall. Why were those memories back? He'd all but forgotten his original life after decades upon decades in this world, but he remembered observing her just as he'd been doing today. "Tell me, Saber..." he spoke as both hands opened, almost as if he thought to welcome her approach with embrace. He did welcome her approach, but it was instead with the appearance of a golden sword of magnificent quality in his left hand. It was that blade which was held out to keep her initial slash at bay, while the sword's twin appeared in his right hand. "Do you know nothing of true pleasure?" he asked. With that, the second sword was swung. The slash was simple, aimed at her lower left side while her blade remained in contact with his first sword. He didn't seem to be trying very hard for overwhelming force to slay her. No, what he sought was an understanding of why she dared resist him.

    In the meantime, Medea's defenses were crumbling more and more. Merlin could feel her every desire as if they tugged at his soul. What kind of man was he? The kind to answer those desires, whether consciously or otherwise. Speaking of consciousness, Medea's subconscious was doing some very interesting things. Merlin's eyes wandered briefly to witness stone pillars, candlelight ambiance, and... nothing fit to rest atop, bar a single altar. A temple? That was quite devious. Whatever the case, his various grips were joined by steps, guiding the pair toward said altar. Along the way, he took note of the fact that the hand upon her rear now felt only the meat of her backside. Excellent progress. Just as he was prepared to back her against the sturdy altar, Merlin brought about separation to their lips, gracing her tongue with his own for a few moments longer. "This is a place in your subconscious. A temple, really?" he said, breath caressing the Caster's face with each word. "That's pretty exciting, you know?" Interesting indeed. Now, Merlin's robes were gone completely. It went without saying that he already sported an erection; that was something he could manage by will alone. What even he was left curious about, however, was exactly what he'd be working with─ something else determined by his partner's core desire.

  2. #122
    Artoria successfully dodged those chains, but strangely upon reaching Gilgamesh his arms were open and then holding swords which held her own at bay. Her face shifted slightly, just slightly... a tiny smirk appearing on her lips. Interesting. But a question was posed as a second sword appeared, the movement of her blade drug upwards to block and she spun to move around the blade. He was using swords... what a strange Archer indeed. But that was alright... that would be quite fun for her. At the same time his question made her brows furrow. "I do not understand the nature of your question... so I can not answer it," she said. Even now, Artoria was being chivalrous, she hadn't jumped to a single conclusion, but depending on the nature of his clarification she might actually begin to treat him with the same general ire she treated Merlin. There was also a change, though he was armed, he was not attacking in a manner that she couldn't avoid. There was nothing overwhelming about his actions. She knew this as she knew all things battle related. So, what was his aim? That was now a matter of her curiosity. She supposed it would only be honorable to find out before making any further moves against him. Still, she couldn't really resist the desire to see what two swords did in action, knights weren't fond of dual wielding in such a way. As such she watched him carefully, noting his movements holding her sword at her right side, with both hands on the hilt, ready to pounce at any moment.

    Medea was being treated to a feeling unlike any she'd had before. Their mouths would separate but tongues would continue to play, and a few steps would lead the sorceress towards the only viable place here, the altar. At the same time, skin against skin was a joyous sensation. She could feel herself against him and hugged herself closer soon after. How nice was this feeling? Why hadn't she known this? Warm breaths questioned this place apparently in her subconscious, her gaze flickered around it and she smirked just a little. "I was supposed to spend my life in a temple like this... I probably want to end everything here..." she mused. Ah and her back met the altar, how very nice. "I'm glad you think it's exciting..." she said and strangely she meant it. She found herself soon kissing along this man's neck tasting the flesh there with her tongue. She wondered what she would find when it came to his manhood. Although she was Greek by birth, their ideal was not hers... she'd become accustomed to a tool that couldn't be countered, thick and lengthy enough to rattle her body internally. The kind which ended in impregnation with every emission. That was the sort of thing she always desired and what she was always used to, and what Merlin would have if her choice was the determining factor. Yes, she wanted exactly that, but not just to experience it in the same way. If this was to be an experience to forget she wanted something entirely different. She wanted to be the goddess taken in this temple, worshipped kissed and softly taken at various angles. She wanted to feel enamored and appreciated. However one got that... it's what she wanted. How would it feel for soft fingers to explore her body and toy with her gently? She needed to know.

  3. #123
    To one such as Gilgamesh, there was no clearer question. This Saber, Artoria Pendragon, however... did not understand it. She expressed this upon parrying his second blade's slash, only to retreat and refrain from attacking him further. Oh, was this chivalry? With her desires riding on the line of this battle, she showed hesitation against battering down her opponent? Interesting. Foolish, but interesting. Nevertheless, his future queen had presented him a question. It was only proper for the bridegroom to answer in kind. "Do exactly as you like," he said plainly, firmly even. "That is the true meaning of pleasure. Pleasure leads to joy, and joy leads to happiness," he explained in the way it was always clear to him.

    Of course, it was not only Jason Medea wished to escape. This was to be a reset on multiple levels, from her forced romance to whatever else was now behind her. The temple would suffice while being something Merlin himself had yet to experience, so indeed, he would happily let the Caster 'end everything' in such a location. He lifted her just slightly to place her on the alter, and such was the moment he caught a glimpse of his own member. 'Well damn,' he thought, shocked by his own newfound proportions. One could count yet another new experience for Merlin already this day. Moving on, Medea's lips and tongue made their way to his neck, and her wishes made their way into his consciousness. So that was what she wanted, was it? Interesting. With that knowledge fresh in his mind, Merlin gently pushed back the woman's head, glowing eyes closing briefly as a gentle kiss found her lips. All the while, his hand took a new position after abandoning her backside; he took hold of her foot and just slightly lifted her leg whilst nudging her torso back.

  4. #124
    Gilgamesh cleared up the haze surrounding his previous question. Alright. Though Artoria could say with confidence she didn't like this man in any way, she didn't have to have towards him the same abject hatred that she did towards Merlin. Still, she wondered how he actually managed to do anything with an attitude like his. Given how he chose to clarify his previous question the two of them could know nothing of the same world. Hell, they might as well have grown up in two entirely different universes. "If that is what you mean, then the answer is no," she said just as firmly. He could say all he liked that one should do what they wanted, but she felt that didn't often turn out right for anyone. Nor did she want the personality defects of doing such a thing. "That sounds terribly indulgent," she finished. Those words made her younger sister sigh, she was always like that, maybe this would be a good thing for the pair of them to understand about each other. But from Artoria's perspective, unnecessary hardships came from being overly indulgent, she was a knight, but also a girl. Girls weren't allowed that kind of freedom with themselves, and most often when they had it, they became terrible people. That wasn't to say men weren't terrible when they indulged either, she'd seen overly indulgent men as well, her guide and tutor was one such individual and the man standing in front of her was another. No... she wouldn't do anything like that, given her personality it was impossible for her to understand something like that. At the same time her hand was practically itching as she held onto the blade of weapon. Did he have more curiosities, was he going to attack again? She was prepared regardless, but it was strange that he wished to talk in the first place.

    While the core beliefs of a king and queen fought on a battlefield, the temple that housed Merlin and Medea seemed to be in a completely unique state. Medea seemed to be well on her way to what she wanted, whether she fully understood how that would happen or not. Though Medea found herself kissing and licking at Merlin's neck she hadn't stopped doing so of her own accord. Actually, this man before her smelled and tasted amazing in addition to being unreasonably attractive to her. She knew this was no new normal, but she couldn't help but enjoy it. Her head was pushed back gently and she made the smallest noise in her throat to protest, only to have her lips met by Merlin's. Well, all fuss went right out of the proverbial window at that point and she found a leg gently lifted and her body shifted back. What was he going to do? She was ever so curious... but having felt nothing but delight since meeting this man she figured she'd have to wait and see. Still her body was hot with that anticipation, and her eyes were locked on Merlin's form. Her body easy accepted the position she was being placed in so...

  5. #125
    "If you find happiness indulgent, you will die a miserable fool," Gilgamesh said without a moment of hesitation. He'd seen her type before. Those who delved fully into their sense of duty without ever experiencing the various spices of life led purposeless existences in their final days. There was a great difference between living and being alive, and Artoria Pendragon was doing only one of those things. "A soul naturally seeks pleasure, consciously or not. You who denies yourself as easily as you deny my affection, I pity you." The two were at the strangest standstill, neither assaulting the other while both seemed ready to receive an attack at any moment. Gilgamesh, however, was not so chivalrous. Both of his swords were spun around rapidly, until he suddenly slammed them together at the pommels. Like this, the dual blades had the appearance of a bow... and in fact, they were. A string of golden light manifested between blade tips. Gilgamesh pulled said string with haste, loosing an arrow of light toward the Saber. Of course, he expected nothing less of her than evasion or parry. For her to do so, she would only be following the plan. Behind Saber, a single segment of the Chains of Heaven would emerge to parry the arrow should she do away with it, redirecting the projectile toward her leg.

    Medea was rather compliant, just as Merlin anticipated. It really was a shame she'd fallen into the situation that plagued her for so long. She could have known happiness while someone attached to her knew the same. Ah, but that person would not be Merlin. He was not here to make attachments; he was here out of necessity. By the time he was done, Medea would be free to become what the world needed her to be, for reasons even Merlin did not yet know. Well, he'd know eventually. For the time being, his attention was on that lifted leg. His hand rubbed from ankle to shin, and farther still while his lips pecked their way upward starting at the top of her foot. Her desire spoke of the treatment received by goddesses, so he would be starting properly with the most gentle and attentive approach. The war outside his personal bounded field was not nearly over; there was no reason to be conscious of time.

  6. #126
    According to Gilgamesh, Artoria would die a miserable fool, because she found happiness indulgent. That wasn't true, Artoria didn't find all happiness indulgent. She encouraged others to do things that made them happy. In fact nothing truly made her happier than the smiles on her siblings faces. She was the type to smile for others... and that wasn't something easily understood. In light of such commentary, a smile crossed the blonde woman's face. She was rather self-aware... too much to not know where her death bell tolled. "I have neither want or need of pity... especially not from you," Artoria said. She wasn't even offended. Many people thought her choices strange, but she was willing to live and die by them. There was no cause for this man to have so much concern for her... And while they both stared at each other, she realized that, it would be quite difficult to explain to one like him her nature. Her denial of self, was at least in part necessary. Her self... wasn't nearly the person Queen Artoria was, she also wasn't nearly so whimsical when dealing with people she found annoying. Gilgamesh had one thing going for him, in this case. He was something she wished to face, so she did. That sword of hers was still in hand and although Artoria hadn't moved to attack, she was more than experienced enough in combat, even before coming to this world, to not expect it from other people. This tyrant king, even trying to beat down her own ideals with his, wasn't the type to uphold her form of honor. So what would he do? Those two blades, turned to a bow with a golden string between. Would he seriously just shoot at her? Well, she didn't trust it. She watched him carefully stepped forward, her footwork would lead her to swinging her body in a circle, a pocket of air magic, bursting around her as she simultaneously blasted the arrow away from her on either of its trip and sent a blade of air pressure straight towards the golden King, in an unconventional use of her alpha skill. At the end of her spin, she bounded forward, a little smile on her lips... fighting people with their minds was much more fun than fighting mindless beasts. She'd follow in the shadow of that blade, swinging her sword horizontally at his body as a follow up. She would always look forward this was her way.

    At the same time, Medea was locked in a bubble of partially her own creation. And sat atop an alter having the top of her foot kissed in the strangest way possible. She was definitely naked, but unused to such treatment. The press of his lips against her skin sent fire straight into her loins and added a spare beat to the normal rhythm of her heart. A gentle caress up from her ankle to her shin? Wasn't someone normally pummeling one of three holes on her body within seconds of nudity? Was this truly something to be accomplished? Perhaps she was dreaming... well if that was the case she couldn't well let go of it. The small moan that escaped her led her to quiet herself sucking in her bottom lip as her own eyes studied Merlin's form. He really was a great looking man as well, to be treated with care, by someone who wanted to do it... while they were attractive, this had to be a fantasy of her own creation. Yes, probably died in that grail war. "You confuse me, are you certain I didn't die in that war?" she asked for confirmation while still desiring more. What else would he do? How would it be done... this was already well past her expectations for sex and nothing of real substance had occurred yet.

  7. #127
    "Hmph." What on Earth was she smiling for? She was a foolish woman who would meet a foolish woman's end, having never experienced joy in anything resembling pure form. Gilgamesh believed nothing but lamentation would be at the end of her life. Stupid, stupid humanity, he thought. That arrow of his was deflected as anticipated, but with an addition of flare─ magecraft which countered its return trip as well. Was this foresight, or sheer dumb luck? Whatever it was, Gilgamesh seemed unmoved. Two more arrows were loosed. The first bolt of light was shot forward to burst as it connected with the air-type mana sent his way, while the second was released into the sky above. As Artoria continued her approach, his eyes followed her every move. "Don't get cocky!" he yelled while leaping over the woman's moving sword, his body twisting midair while the bow split into twin blades again. His left blade was swung down following the Saber's slash, colliding with her sword for the sake of offsetting its balance to delay a follow-up strike, while the truer purpose was furthering his momentum. A full clockwise spin would occur, leading to a twist that ended with the king's left foot kicking outward. He was just slightly above the woman, his kick aimed toward her face at a downward angle. Would he ground her with such a move? He strangely wasn't as certain as he tended to be in combat with... well, almost everyone and everything he'd ever fought.

    Once more, Merlin was hearing familiar words. Those he preyed upon were often confused at some point, as he seldom admitted to the type of creature he was. It didn't need saying that he bonded with his mates on a spiritual level to answer their heart's desire, all to feast upon their ecstasy. Strange though, was Medea's state of wonder. A mysterious scrutiny of her form was occurring as he climbed her leg, his lips making contact with every inch of flesh along the trip up her shin. One hand had taken to holding her by the calf, while the other traced slowly from abdomen to pelvis with just the slightest pressure, and a touch of magic to seep through skin and spread, applied via his middle finger. "I'm afraid, my dear, death is a ways from you yet. Give me time, and I'll ensure you perish in bliss~♥" he threatened. Just then, Merlin's finger pressed her pelvis again. It was a simple gesture, but his magic had nigh-limitless effects. In this case, its purpose was to set loins ablaze by triggering a fluctuating sense of phantom pressure throughout her innermost reaches. It would occur as wafting, like gentle waves at sea intermittently rising higher to crash against a ship's hull.

  8. #128
    Why was Artoria smiling? Well, if anyone understood it was her younger sister who was still watching the fight. Gilgamesh might have thought the young woman wouldn't know joy, but... there was one thing Jeanne knew her to give her sister great joy. When they'd played that game together, so much longer ago than anyone else could imagine, she often watched her sister smile and smirk during PvP matches. It was likely a side-effect of spending ones time as an assassin, and having to understand human behavior to end their lives, but Hoshimi Eri truly enjoyed overcoming people. What would they do when cornered? How would they react to power or unconventional combat choices? The sweetest victory when she overcame odds that was why she smiled. Queen Artoria Pendragon, took the handicap of chivalry and embodied it, because if she did not, she couldn't enjoy fighting. Sometimes even that wasn't enough, but here and now, against a living opponent with a brain, there was fun to be found all she led her younger sister straight to victory. Where was it now? Well, her sword horizontally was offset by a dual pair of blades, which Gilgamesh used to move himself out of the way. He told her not to get cocky but... she was already like that. Wind magic moved along that blade as she continued her swing through the offset balance, that was the answer. Why? From above he'd attack and she a lady of her sword could not abandon her blade to block. The increased pressure of the wind, gave her a small slipstream to work with and would see that shining blade meeting the foot above her head. Well that wasn't exactly it, in a moment like that her existence denied the true physics of his attack allowing her a quicker physical response than she would have been capable of. Specifically it made it possible for her to change her grip on her weapon, spinning it once to place it where it needed to be in front of her, all the while a bright blast of errant mana would escape at last, aiming to swallow up the man where where his foot made contact with the blade's edge. Shining light was her response to his attack. To give space to an Archer was a death sentence for a Saber. To be close to someone who knew that weakness was to face unconventional fighting styles. This was much better than the fight against that mindless Berserker, and thus she smiled.

    Merlin's lips made contact with the skin on Medea's legs and her state of wonder only grew. This had to be some sort of trickery, at the same time her physical response wasn't one which could be denied. A hand holding her calf while the other applied a strange pressure along her abdomen. And how would he answer her curiosity? Not directly, no a threat would come her way instead. She'd die in bliss if she gave him time... Just a finger. Just lips. Just a gentle expression, and the magic that spread from the tip of his finger caused waves of pleasure within her body. Had she ever felt anything like that before? She could remember, but her hips squirmed in response. "Ah... well, that does sound interesting," she managed only just barely. She still wasn't over the fact that sex had yet to start, though her hips moved on their own as if trying to meet those gentle waves. Her core found itself slick with no direct stimulation. How would it feel when copulation started? She was so full of abject curiosity, how had she been having sex before now? She could hardly remember.

  9. #129
    Gilgamesh knew nothing of the woman's excitement. To face something with a mind was no strange occurrence to him. No, the only beacons to be found in combat were victory and... something brand new, such as the experience he'd seen only once in his long life. Ah, but there was something different here as well, wasn't there? Though he felled many a powerful enemy in the past, there was another oddity in this very battle. He stood at the very top, being matched only once. This Saber was much the same in an entirely different world. What would come of two combatants who each knew only one equal in their respective realms? Time would tell, but first came the burst of mana from the blade beneath his foot. He was encased in said mana, but during that moment, he flipped himself off the blade. One backwards flip landed him only a meter away. Who thought themselves capable of consuming him in attacks of a magical nature? Well, apparently this one was capable of such. A grimace was worn by Gilgamesh beneath the singing. One mistake may have been made on the Saber's behalf, however. He was Archer, yes, but that was only a meaningless title given to him by that blasted Holy Grail. Perhaps he only received it because he wielded a bow, or perhaps it was due to how he utilized his many treasures. Whatever the reason, Gilgamesh had never been one to shy away from direct combat when his enemy was not one deemed to be a simple mongrel. In a way, even wielding his weapons physically was a sign of respect unspoken. Now... he would show something else. A quick forward lunge occurred as one of his blades was flipped to a backhand grip, at which point he slashed horizontally at the woman's face. For this, he saw two outcomes. The natural instinct of humans showed itself when the head was endangered. Would she retreat, or would she guard? He was prepared for both events. Should she retreat, he'd timed his attack to strike the descending arrow previously fired into the sky, knocking it toward her face as an immediate follow-up. Should she block however, she was in position to have its descent be something immediately overhead at the moment of collision.

    If Merlin was one thing throughout his life, it was a point of interest to humankind. Though he found himself less concerned with humanity as the centuries passed, they were no less interesting as well. Medea's squirming was one such example. Though standard, it was a moment to consider... thrilling, in ways he could not explain. It sustained him in the most literal sense, urging him to go the distance bit by bit. Sensations felt during copulation would be left to wonder for a while yet for the Caster, as he was only just beginning. At the knee, his lips no longer met her skin. The sorcerer instead let the tongue emerge from his mouth, trailing up her inner thigh until it found the pit of lust betwixt her legs. Ah, a drink he found, of sweet quality and silky texture. A simple taste he'd take while those glowing orbs lodged into his head glared over the curves of her body, finding her gaze at the end of their search. In his gaze, there was a question. Never spoken was said inquiry, but it would be delivered nonetheless. Where were the limits of Medea's desire? It was something that Merlin sought from the depths of his own soul, or rather... his soul itself craved that exact information, all to exploit the answer.

  10. #130
    Gilgamesh didn't understand Artoria and it would be obvious he wouldn't for a while yet. It was quite easy to misunderstand the nature of this young woman, but perhaps the way she was about to handle him would clarify her nature. She'd succeeded in blasting him, and was content to share the space of only a meter or so with him. Contrary to popular belief she hadn't forgotten that extra arrow fired into the skies. Not at all... in fact things like that were once common practice for her as well. She could have easily seen herself doing something similar to assassinate someone. So here and now when the grip on his blade changed and he aimed to slash her across the face there were two expected outcomes, guard or retreat. Artoria defied human logic and would do neither of these things. Probably to the surprise and chagrin of all present except her younger sister Artoria leaned in, driving her blade forward with the strength of her steps behind it. She aimed to slip into the man's sight, even taking the slash across the face while closing her eyes only to wince as she aimed to drive her sword straight into the man's abdomen. All the while that slash while deep would heal over the seconds even to the point that not a single hint of it happening existed except for the line of blood on her face. Would these things work? In Artoria's mind they should, she hadn't backed away, she was... for al intents and purposed out of the way of the attack, she hadn't turned her back to her opponent and since she was coming in for kills and he was not, it wasn't likely he'd have any normal response to her not guarding her face or head.

    While a battle took place between Gilgamesh and Artoria, Medea experienced something wholly new. Those lips of Merlin's had moved about her leg and turned into brushes of his tongue along her exposed thigh. What would come next, surely it was... "Oh," why such surprise? Well, the life of Medea had never included such a concise thing as a man's tongue anywhere near 'there'. She was so used to being rammed with no caution or preparation that the feeling of that initial lick wasn't something she was prepared or at all. Oh, but this situation was stranger still as she looked down and found Merlin looking up at her. Were those eyes always so mesmerizing? Could she be brought to the height of pleasure just like this? She was interested to know, perhaps such a method would have been amazing... Actually staring into those eyes over the curve of her own body she needed to know. She was willing to submit all to such a deviance if he could show her what the end goal of this was.

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