Finis Chaldea

[Bloodedge]

Both sides of this exchange would be found viewing it as something strange and confusing. This thing Artoria realized was romance had never been a stranger to the King of Heroes, yet it had just as easily never been something he'd done so... mindlessly. It had always been something for the sake of showing off, exemplifying his ability to please while ensuring whatever random partner he took at the time was sufficiently prepared for the undertaking. Never had it been so much an inclination he felt, but... it was this time. Why did he do it? If he'd been asked, it would have been the first thing Gilgamesh had no answer to. This was something that simply would be, because it had to be.

In one particular instance of his lips pecking Artoria's neck, he felt the state of her pulse taking an interesting turn. Ah, things were progressing quite nicely; the beat of her heart sang the same song as her reddened face. In response to this, how could he not keep pecking his way up her neck, mere millimeters at a time until he reached her jawline? There was no other choice to make. Even as he took on this approach though, his hands could not be stilled. He'd been caressing the Queen of Knights' sides from ribcage to waistline and back, but now was a time he shifted them to her hips. Though she'd come up as a man and trained as such, the suppleness of a woman did not elude Artoria where it counted. Gilgamesh grasped those hips and felt the hint of a fleshy appeal that contrasted her general musculature. From one part to another, there was such a vast difference that he could be nothing but satisfied with the transition. As such, he soon moved those hands from hips to outer thighs, wrapping them around as if to begin stroking.

[Apollymi]

Romance was viewed strangely by both of these people. Even so, Artoria could not claim she disliked the attention. In fact, it only seemed to send her further into the frenzied thoughts of her own mind. What had she expected from Gilgamesh? She wasn't exactly sure, but his attitude only implied such a caring nature in specific situations. Finding him to be that way towards her all the time was comforting? Yes, that was probably the right word. Beyond that the movements of his mouth and hands seemed to be setting her body on fire. Her face was flushed, her heart was beating way faster than it ever did. She was certain she felt less excited in the middle of an open battle with her life on the line than she did right just now. 'Why?' She recognized something about this man seemed to pull at her strangely. She now recognized attraction and simple desires, like wishing to see him. But what was it that was encouraging this kind of dive into the man before her? She could not know but even not knowing... she could not deny it.

She felt... appreciated? It was strange but everywhere Gilgamesh touched her seemed like an inspection the likes of which she gave her own weapons. He obviously found her attractive and she never really felt much like a girl in most cases. But right now as hands squeezed her hips and moved around her thighs she was quite sure she was a woman. The smallest of noises escaped her mouth and caused that hand upon his shoulder to tighten just a bit. An unconscious effort on her part, but his mouth had almost reached her own, this would be especially true given her natural inclination to lean her head and give him more access to the skin he was so content to lay his lips upon. Would he kiss her? He should, if he waited too long she'd take that for herself. If desire was to rule this was part of hers. She had no idea why she enjoyed it so much but she would only accept this from him. Ah, those hands around her thighs was also something else, it caused the gentlest of movements in her legs and an almost throbbing quality between her legs. What was he doing to her now?

[Bloodedge]

What was he doing? He was... having an experience, to say the least. Gilgamesh felt the additional grip of his shoulder, and in that moment, he knew the destination of bliss was far closer than the horizon. The shifting of her legs led to his hands gliding around toward the top of each thigh, and the additional space created around her neck and jawline was an opening to assault. He would not kiss her. Well, he would not kiss her lips at least, though it seemed he was about to when lips made contact with her cheek instead. In doing so, their lips were fated to meet just at the corners. Why had he not gone for her lips specifically? Well, he had speaking to do. "Silence has not taken you, but you are without words. Do you intend to leave me waiting?" he asked, though it seemed somewhat rhetorical at least. The moment his question was presented, Gilgamesh brought their lips together again.

There were only a few moments of contact this time, but parting created only a breath of distance. That was the exact time the king took to move only his left hand, which slid its way back up Artoria's thigh while shifting inward. It was time for something of a journey for those digits. His fingertips felt a transition of skin from thigh to pelvis, then down from that hill into the nearest valley... or was he best considering it a ravine? Everything he'd taken note of thus far implied as much, and lo, it seemed his fingers would not be drying off any time soon, despite removal from the hot spring. Oh? Was that another source of pulse he felt? It seemed so, and there were many more to come after that first gentle touch of the queen's virtues.

[Apollymi]

An experience. Yes, this particular endeavor definitely counted as an experience. At the very least, Artoria had never partaken of an experience like this. Her body was shifting of its own accord in response to the gentle touches presented by Gilgamesh. And though she'd intended to take a kiss of her own accord, when her head shifted his lips would make contact with her cheek instead. Only the corners touched, she could have pouted in frustration. He had the nerve to question her in a moment like this. Did she intend to leave him waiting without words? Not really, she wasn't exactly silent she just did not have anything to say. She would have opened her mouth to speak but in the moment their lips were brought together. A satisfactory exhale took place in a moment like this, it was truly something she did enjoy but the kiss started as such would not simply last. No he pulled away just a tad, was he teasing her once more?

No. No he wasn't. A breath escaped her lips and she might have opened her mouth to point out that she'd mentioned not teasing her., and her distaste for miserly kisses. But the movement of his left hand did something else entirely. A progressive step forward was taken and she found herself at the mercy of that step. This idea of romance was not something that Artoria Pendragon, nor Hoshimi Eri truly understood. It'd been explained to her in the theoretical sense, but never was it something she'd felt with her own body. Well, she had once, so long ago after winning a Holy Grail War, she'd felt the start of something rather satisfying and never felt its end. A thousand years, she'd waited feeling absolutely nothing, which was strangely perfectly normal for her... but here and now she felt something. That gentle slip of fingers between the folds of her legs made her gasp. She'd remembered such a thing, but to be touched so directly with such purpose sent electricity up to her brain. "Hmphf, fuck..." that swear was whispered almost lost. Had she lost her mind? Maybe. She'd definitely felt additional throbbing within her loins. She did not wish this man to stop and his face was still so close to her, that swear could have been spoken into his mouth. That space would not know drought, of this she was certain, but how long would it take for that feeling she was told of? Well, she supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.

[Bloodedge]

There were infinite utterances that could have passed Artoria's lips. Of them, very few could be considered perfect. Sudden swearing amidst moans may have been at the very top of the list. "H'oh?" he muttered. That was the most interesting choice of all, involuntary though it may have been. He pecked her lips once more, pressing deeply while tilting his head into the kiss. In the meantime, fingers were beginning to slide their way down that proverbial ravine. Once more, a miniscule amount of space was created between their mouths, and once more, Gilgamesh used that opportunity to speak. Artoria's choice of words was so pointed, he couldn't keep himself from teasing. "Surely that wasn't a request, by chance? If it was as much, be more clear next time," he said. With that, his fingers moved individually downward, deeper into the valley of her womanhood. Each digit individually overcame a little hill, a miniscule bump as it were en route to an entrance, where they would proceed to hover atop a pool of slick. Well... three of four would hover, while the smallest finger prodded at that entrance. It was only natural to consider plugging a leak, no? Surely this was the case. How long would it take for that feeling? Artoria wondered the wrong thing. Indeed, for the true thing even the world should wonder, was how long it would take for the feeling to stop once it started. The way Gilgamesh was going, and the way he intended to keep going, it could persist for as long as they'd previously been separated. . .

[Apollymi]

After she swore, again... Gilgamesh let his usual utterance leave his mouth. What would he say this time? Well... Artoria was far from being capable of arguing a point with him right in the moment. Her whole body seemed to disagree with anything other than continuing. Her body seemed to react without conscious effort, her legs sliding a bit further apart as she was pecked. He tilted into her deeper as his fingers began to move once more. And then he had something to say about her choice in words. Strangely, he never had anything negative to say about the fact that under certain circumstances the poised Queen of Knights swore like an old sailor. He thought to tease her at a time like this? Truly? Actually... she might like him talking to her at a time like this. She could have made it a request? She supposed an extra word would have made it such, though she did not know if she had such a request in her. Well, the vocabulary was there, but what would make her ask something like that.

Well, there was one thing... that was instantly clear as a method to get her to ask such a thing. "I... ah~" she could not get a sentence out during this ordeal. She should kill him for this insolence right? Well maybe not... not at all actually. The movement of Gilgamesh's fingers, individually over that point at the apex of her womanhood was shocking. It sent a set of jolts through her body, that built tingles and gooseflesh, added an unusual pressure to her loins and quite literally turned off her thoughts for a second. She did not know anything was capable of that, well... aside from an act of murder. If he did that more she might actually die herself. But strangely, that did not sound like a bad death, it'd be honorable to die in such a manner. Should Gilgamesh get to live or die over how he was making her feel right now? "Gil..." she might have been thinking of saying something but lost it again as the prodding of her entrance with his little finger began. That place was so very tight she felt the motions, but still so very moist it leaked easily over his fingers. This man was trying to murder her. She was certain... and unlike all other times someone attempted such a thing, she might actually let him do it. Never did she feel so out of her own depth and never did she feel better about it. Her reactions were instinct, her thoughts were all over the place and the only thing she could, hear and feel was Gilgamesh over all else. One of her hands had gripped the side of this bath but the one that had rested on his shoulder had moved just a bit, finding itself tracing down his abdomen before sliding around his torso. The muscles on this man's back were also exquisite... she should make sure to remember that, she still wasn't certain why she liked his build.

[Bloodedge]

No amount of clarity would come. Artoria opened her mouth not once, but twice, and neither time did a full sentence escape her. That was fine. In fact, it was perfectly suitable to the moment. A disheveled appearance was one thing, but the reason he didn't have a negative thing to say about her random swearing and the like was another matter entirely. Something about seeing that flawless queen lose her composure drove him wild within. He couldn't tell what he preferred between the woman letting her hair down, showing such an expression, or being completely incapable of formulating words properly. It could be said for certain though, that a combination of all these things should be enough to drive any desirous man mad.

Ah, but there was an icing to the proverbial cake, which was already such a delicacy. Had she been meaning to use his full name, or did that shorter variant she'd spoken twice before now merely slip once more? Either way, her second attempt at speech was interrupted by the actions of his little finger. This was its own form of battle, and it seemed he was winning. There was no greater victory for even the King of Heroes. If Artoria enjoyed him talking in a moment like this, she was in luck... because he wouldn't be stopping any time soon. "And what was that? Hmph. You impossible woman; you shine with even more brilliance as your light flickers capriciously." While speaking, Gilgamesh removed his right hand from Artoria's thigh, leading it to her chin again. Naturally, this would result in the pair's faces being close enough that their lips were touching by the time he spoke again. "More. Show me that flickering radiance, and I will gaze upon it unwaveringly until I become blind." With that, he kissed her yet again. Fate would once more have this collision of lips be a brief one. This time however, a slight separation led to a protruding tongue. He'd lick across her bottom lip, then thrust that tongue into her mouth while dragging that moistened finger of his back along the line it initially traveled. Once he brushed over that little nub, he'd immediately do so again on a return trip ending in a... less shallow prodding of her hole, so to speak. Progress was his purpose, so pushing inward to the first knuckle was almost a thing of necessity.

[Apollymi]

Artoria never spent so much of her life not being able to speak. Well, there were many moments where she didn't speak by choice, but here and now she seemed to be having a problem getting her brain, mouth and voice to cooperate long enough for more than single word replies to escape her lips. Mostly, she produced moans and swears... while her body did nothing but react to the machinations of Gilgamesh. She found herself in the strangest of places with his fingers between her legs and a gentle thumping occurring between her legs which had but a steady pace. Each and every thump seemed to be building to something and the muscles of her abdomen seemed to be ever so gently contracting.

What was this? He was talking again, teasing, complimenting and calling her impossible. Right at the moment, the only thing impossible was the feeling building within her loins and the thought of not kissing him as her face was turned back towards his own. The words of the King of Heroes did not stop either, he had more to say did he? He wanted to stare at her flickering radiance until he was blind? Ridiculous he was so ridiculous. Speaking words like that directly into her face, making her heartbeat reach feverpitch, while his fingers moved in the strangest of ways. Which thing would be noted first? Lips brought together for a brief moment, his tongue swiping her bottom lip soon after. Her mouth opening just a tad. She'd wanted to lick her lips, but by the time she would have, a tongue was thrust into her mouth and two quick swipes of that pearl at her apex succeeded at something very different. The release of her abdominal muscles along with all building tension her body had.

Light? What was that? Her whole body released into quiet stillness. Nerves seemed to lose sensation, all of her body seemed to go from hot to cold and she sank into depths deeper than her consciousness had been trapped in. Those tingles spread from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, and then the only thing she felt was incorporeal. That sensation was like physically embodying white noise. What did she believe? What had she been doing? That knuckle deep finger would find itself tugged by her depths as the woman known as Artoria Pendragon reached climax. Why was it called that? There was nothing but build up to fall so absolutely that she was sure she could not move. She couldn't hear, she couldn't see, was there something under her hands? Oh wait. She could see, her eyes were just closed. Her lack of hearing? Oh that was returning too, probably because she'd screamed her orgasm into Gilgamesh's mouth along with that shortened version of his name. Her arms had tightened for just a moment as well... and then there was nothing. What the hell was that? Why did it feel like everything for a second? Was this what it was like to leave ones body in control of someone else? Truly? Did she like this sensation? Everything had just stopped for her, when would it return? Was this sorcery?!

[Bloodedge]

The evolution was beginning here and now. Artoria was climbing the ladder to the heavens he'd promised to deliver. Right this moment, she would be found screaming into his mouth, and he was grinning ear to ear as his tongue swirled about within her open maw. Only the tip of his finger had been inserted, yet even that small insertion left him feeling the clench of her loins. The main event was going to be more interesting than any prior experience, if this was how things were already.

It took only a small amount of time for the first of many, many climaxes. Gilgamesh had many plans. None of them involved penetration within this hot spring, nor did they involve leaving the spring very soon. It would never be enough to let Artoria Pendragon experience the mundane. Every avenue that could be explored, would be explored. "Don't just let your senses abandon you yet. We've yet to even begin," he said as that finger withdrew just slightly, pushing forward slowly to the next knuckle thereafter. He found both great ease and great difficulty in this effort, which only excited him further. Most difficult of all was not completely having at the woman right away, but they had much time for that.

Gone were the attentions paid to Artoria's mouth, with only one additional peck. He moved on from there, kissing in the reverse order of the original path. Across the jawline, down the neck, onto the collarbone and farther still. A peck of the breast here, a tongue-flick of a nipple there, a trail licked down the abdomen and then... he was right where he'd been waiting to be. As his face rested between her legs, his little finger plunged farther into the queen's undercarriage. He rested his chin against his own palm, tongue protruding again to partake of her nectar directly from the pearl it slathered. While taking this sample for himself, he applied the occasional curl of that finger, as if to get a proper feel for the frontal wall hidden within her depths.

[Apollymi]

Oh, his tongue was moving about in her mouth. Alright... she hadn't completely lost all sensation. Actually, she knew that with certainty as she felt the intimate touch of that finger. Why were his fingers so long? Did she like that? She certainly could not say she disliked it, still she could not imagine the fit of his proper tool within the closed confines of her body. Strangely, the idea of that no longer scared her... It definitely had to be sorcery, there was no way anything felt that good, nor should it change thought processes so quickly. Well, if the sister of Nefertari and her own elder sister were to be believed, this is exactly what such an action was supposed to do. Ridiculous. There had to be some fault in this kind of design. This man was going to cause her so many problems, if he could do this to her in a single instant. She'd known from the moment she'd laid eyes on him that he was a problem for her, she'd pegged him as an enemy. Artoria Pendragon saw this man as something dangerous to her existence because he was such a threat. Strangely, this was not a matter of life and death, this was not the problem she ever imagined having.

She definitely should have murdered him for making her feel this way. Oh, but then she wouldn't feel this way again... right? She'd spent a thousand years protecting her virtues because she'd decided that this man was the only one worthy of them. That was a good decision, she felt it absolutely. Still, she could not help but feel like she'd lost something. "Beginning? Gil... I," she seemed to be trying to gather her own wits. Only to feel that finger slide in that extra length. She was quite certain she was not prepared for anything that was happening. Though she was quite pleased by this endeavor. She felt that finger of his push forward and moaned just a tad. "I do not have words," she got a sentence out finally. She could barely breathe past the perpetual drumbeat of her heart, and then she began feeling again across her skin and she became flustered. Downward went his lips. The opposite direction already working to keep lighting her very soul ablaze. Her eyes flickered open as his tongue crossed her nipple. When that same tongue went on to trail her abdomen her brain kicked back into full functionality.

Artoria Pendragon's conversation's with Gilgamesh were full of her being flustered and him berating her mind with perverse statements she had no basis to understand. But his current actions seemed to bring back to her mind a conversation they had shared a long time ago. One where he'd mentioned she should be consumed as soup for the soul. Oh no! "Gil, wait you can..." What was she about to say? She was pretty sure she'd lost it at the exact moment his tongue found its prize. Her mind was gone again in seconds. That one finger curled against the fore of her body and she was quite certain she could lose herself to this sensation way too quickly. He had to be stopped, but "Aah yes~" why did that feel so good? She'd already reached for his head to push it away but instead she found her hand tracing his scalp and encouraging his actions. She had to look how was he doing that... And so, her own eyes finally flickered down the length of her body, as the muscles of her thighs seemed to jump a bit.