Who took death threats as challenges?!
Well, Artoria did, but that was an entirely different sort of thing. Apparently, she and Gilgamesh were a bit more similar than she thought, though with very different focuses. Here and now he was apparently aiming to slay her with his actions instead of the way she meant it, which was as an actual threat. Oh, well... offers of death were in general what she came with while being out of sorts. In her defense she had warned him that violence was her first answer most of the time. So what was Gilgamesh's answer in a moment like this? Forced overindulgence. Artoria could no longer move her hips away from him... with no room for retreat and the declaration that she would be slain, Artoria looked down her body into that man's eyes and scoffed, there was a certain light in those eyes of hers. Even with her face flushed and her loins tingling she would not be allowing this man to think he could challenge her without resistance. That was no where in her soul. She would not go quietly into such a death. Well, she was pretty sure he knew that by now, actually he probably liked that.
What was happening here and now, well, Gilgamesh's tongue was swirling about in her undercarriage, his nose was nudging gently at the peak of her sex all the while Artoria was swooning. Her hips unable to move away she was forced to take such abuses. Ah, but it was hardly abuse. Actually, she was holding on to his head still and though she thought she wanted him to move away, her body did not agree with that thought process. She was still being rather inviting even as her entire mind seemed to crumble around the thoughts she was having. 'Why am I doing this?' she wondered. 'Why is he doing this?' This man was crazed and he was making her the same. 'What did I do to deserve this?' Ah, but strangely it was not all negative within the girl's mind. As her body seemed to be in a semi-constant state of release her mind had pleasantries to share as well. 'He is really good at this.' she thought. 'I would enjoy this always,' she seemed quite sure. 'I still want to murder him.' she thought as her thighs tightened up around his head. 'Ah, but I am so glad it is him!' she mused. 'Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck!' Even in her mind swears were the easiest level of expression. Still there was nothing but pleasure radiating from her body.