Finis Chaldea

[Bloodedge]

And again, words were left unspoken. This time, Artoria managed to complete a separate sentence in the aftermath... but even that was simply the notion that she had no words. What a shame. Speech only managing to portray speechlessness was another mark of success, albeit something acceptable only in such early moments as these. One day, he'd draw the words from her yet. When she became adjusted enough to speak beyond his every action, another shift would have her wailing about the sumptuousness he so magnanimously offered! Yes, he could see it all now, and determined that it was a goal worth chasing.

Ah, Artoria had something else to say even after mentioning her state of speechlessness. Surely it was some senseless naysaying in the works. She seemed about the type to go on about how he couldn't taste of her sex. It was inappropriate, it was a filthy act... something along those lines, if not the idea that it would be too much to handle. Well, all of that be damned. The latter was precisely what he sought with everything he did. A hand extended as if to push his head away. That action being pursued would have resulted only in a more forceful approach by the King of Heroes, but that seemed unnecessary by the time Artoria's hand actually reached his head. Instead of pushing him away as her earlier words implied she would, Artoria touched his head in a most inviting manner. There was even a little utterance toward the advancement of his approach, which would be happening irrespective of any naysaying.

Sadly, there would be no more teasing from the blonde male for some time yet. At this point, he almost seemed to be savoring a fine wine the way he lapped at the Queen of Knights' crevice, his own lips buried within her folds and his finger rubbing against her interior. A polish on two fronts, interior and exterior. He couldn't be satisfied until he nearly drowned from an influx of that sweet nectar, and even that would not stop the process. How much time would he let pass? Well... even Gilgamesh couldn't answer that question.

[Apollymi]

Maybe, one day, Artoria would be able to complete a thought while being engaged in such a way, but today was not that day. Her entire world seeming to be swirling around her every few seconds. She should have tried to stop him from what he was doing, but... now that he was doing it, she definitely enjoyed it. She looked down her own body at him and found the sensation of it amazing and utterly foreign. Is this why people did this for fun? Is this how one developed kinks? She was quite happy this world wasn't so much a video game world, she did not need any sort of announcement over her head that would signify the development of her sexual desires. The thought of that was far too embarrassing.

Too bad for the Queen of Knights she was already doing exactly that. Her contrary nature and that of her body were making it very obvious she was struggling with the early stages of realization. A hand meant to push away, was currently buried in golden locks. A single finger buried within her and his mouth making more contact with her sex than she imagined should seem alright. She looked down her body and almost did not recognize it as belonging to her. It was on display being lapped at and enjoyed by Gilgamesh. Yes, she enjoyed this, still it did not stop her crazed behavior. Her mind buzzed almost aimlessly, until the time of her continued climax. If he planned to drink his fill it was to be offered to him. Her body reached the peak of climax and spilled forth more for him to taste. All while her thighs came to tighten around his head. "OOoo~" a different sort of moan to go along with a different sensation of climax. Still mind-blowing, still sense stealing but the sensation of it felt more tense, in her legs but more restful for her core, even while her body clutched that single finger as it rubbed away at her insides. Why? Why was he doing this? Why did she like this? Why did she have to wait so long for this? Why did she rush here? The bouncing around of contradictions seemed to only be quieted in the moments where her body reached climax and her soul spilled forward from her depths. That sensation was absolutely divine, she could not dispute this... even while knowing the man buried face first within her loins was silent, she imagined him being rather snarky about the difference between her actions and attitude. In this case though she would have blamed all differences on him and not bothered explaining herself.

[Bloodedge]

Gilgamesh sought the forbidden fruit's juice. As was the case with all things he desired, the juice of that most precious fruit was presented to him splendidly. Naturally, he drank to his heart's content. The King of Heroes took no shame in swallowing every ounce of nectar that slid across his tongue, nor did he seem at all abashed by the wetting of his lower face. Thighs clenched around his head were to be worn like the crown of a king above kings. That melodic moaning was the music of the gods. Her flesh was the divine clay to be molded by his actions until its desired form was achieved. What was this meeting, if not the greatest journey he could ever embark on?

As Artoria glanced down her own body, she would soon find the eyes of Gilgamesh glaring up from the opposite end. She couldn't have ever entertained the idea of not being under his purview, but this gaze was of a different nature than the norm. He was not longing, not seeking, not curious. He looked through the woman, though not into the future. The strangeness to his stare was simply a mark of its intensity. He looked through something that could have almost been considered a façade as it fell away. That may not have truly been the case, but this remained a very different form of Artoria that he could not look away from in his wildest imaginings. Two counts deep though, he did think to change focus just a bit. One could assume Artoria had become acclimated enough to the smallest of his fingers, so he pulled it from her insides to insert his forefinger instead. In doing so, he naturally reached deeper within... but more importantly was a steadied pace of pseudo-thrusting with that finger, just about replicating proper penetration as it curled within her with each forward movement.

[Apollymi]

The King of Heroes was absolutely shameless, of this Artoria was certain. Even so, she could not speak negatively to the experience she was currently having. If she was to be consumed as a meal this was the way. Wait... she liked that enough to say that? Perhaps she was being a bit hasty. But as she looked down her body she looked up to find that Gilgamesh was looking back at her. Oh!

Kink Acquired.

Artoria's mind was a place of constant disagreement and tranquility usually in direct opposition to each other. Even so, she could not deny enjoying looking down into this man's eyes as his tongue moved about her folds. There was something about the intensity of that gaze which inspired in her a smaller version of that same tingling feeling within her loins. Given this all she wanted was to enjoy it and she would, tongue, intense gaze and all. Actually, she couldn't really deny liking the movements of his tongue in general irrespective of the body part it engaged. That was an odd thing to note, but she did not find it problematic at all. She'd enjoy now that she understood, and swoon over the sensation. Still that wouldn't be all that happened, it never was. Gilgamesh took a moment and removed his smallest finger, replacing it with another. Ah, that one was larger, reached farther and was used in a way which seemed to elude to the act she only truly understood in theory. Even so, she did not hate the sensation. Actually combined with everything else it was just another thing to appreciate. Her body had no problem accepting it, even though the initial pushes were just as tight as the firsts of his smallest fingers, she experienced no real discomfort as between his tongue and her natural inclinations she was already slick. "Hmphf," she made that sound as her hips shifted gently, something about that finger felt a bit different. Was the reach of that finger different? Was that why it felt strangely? Well, regardless of the reason she'd find euphoria once more, in that loss of sense for just a moment where the entirety of the universe was harmonious. 'I should kill him for making me feel this way...' she had the thought as her eyes closed for just a moment. 'But if he died he couldn't make me feel it again...' What a strange set of thoughts she had during fits of ecstasy.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, hips were beginning to move about as well, were they? Good. Every shift and every utterance functioned as confirmation that he hadn't lost his touch over the last millennium. Ah... now that he thought about it, this body of his was new as well. Truly, Kur had granted him a gift, even inadvertently. When he experienced this woman fully, he could do so while having his own first taste of bliss, in a manner of speaking. The thought alone left him smiling against the queen's undercarriage while his tongue thrashed about. He saw that glance of hers as well. To Gilgamesh, it seemed Artoria was becoming rather fond of the vantage point he granted her. That was fine; he meant to literally place her on top of the world, starting by placing her atop his lap. What was a face, if not a second groin in terms of bedroom activity? Useless was the answer.

Actually, he could wonder what the point in continuing with his fingers was. He could obtain a far more advantageous position without them, and the purpose of sensation mimicry had been fulfilled already. Only a bit longer, then. He'd push Artoria to the limit once more before abandoning the use of his fingers entirely, firmly taking her hips as his tongue traveled a greater distance each lap. From that moment forward, every downward trip would end with the insertion of his tongue, followed by its gradual removal and return trip. Such was how he would continue for... well, as long as it took. If there was a single question in his mind, it was in regards to how much one Artoria Pendragon could take before she lost her sense of propriety completely.

[Apollymi]

The fingers of the Golden King along with his mouth, led Artoria Pendragon to bliss one more time before the situation changed. The removal of that finger from her core and the shifting of his grip to her hips led her to believe this particular brand of intimacy had reached its end. She was quite wrong about that logic. It seemed whatever else Gilgamesh wished, he was content to consume her body starting from her loins. The removal of his finger left her taking a breath, but the continued movements of his tongue made her want to shift about. Ah but she could not, instead she was treated to the insertion of his tongue in the place of those missing fingers.

"Waah~" That was different. That was new. That was exciting? That noise that escaped her was almost a plea. She wanted him to wait, but at the feeling of a tongue buried in her depths Artoria's hand in his hair tightened just a bit. It was a strange thing to feel, but not unpleasant. In such a pattern as the one created by his actions, she easily found herself falling into the newer sensation with no real issue. All the while wondering why such a thing was happening to her. 'Why? Why is he doing this to me?' she was becoming delirious. 'Why do I like it?' she felt overwhelmed. It was rare for her to feel that way in any situation, in this one she felt as if she never stood a chance at all. She liked and hated it based on principle alone. And still those eyes that she occasionally glanced into seemed to do nothing but help draw her into the feelings that welled up from the core of her being. It was all too much really. Raised twice to suppress everything unnecessary to her person... it was almost painful to feel this much. More than that, it was also very nice to feel all of those things. She found her mind arguing and her body adjusting. Enough that she started to think that maybe it would be fine to actually commit to copulation. Surely that would feel just as good as the tongue or fingers that had swirled about in her nether. Sometime later, she'd have both hands in his hair her thighs twitching around his head. "Gil!~ You have to stop! You are... fuck. I will slay you for this~" she moaned these words even as her hips continued shifting. Why was she doing this? She should definitely kill him, or maybe just one more? How many times had she embraced senselessness this day? Too many, how much of this teasing was her body going to take? Too much, she was sure she would have died already if not for sheer stubbornness. Regardless of how she felt about it, she supposed she couldn't actually complain about his appetite ever again. Apparently, if he felt like consuming, he'd do so with gusto.

[Bloodedge]

With gusto indeed. Damned be the taking of meals, work, and everything between. If Gilgamesh felt as if he had the choice, he'd never leave this exact location and turn of events. Artoria gripped his hair just in a way he'd been teasing to do with hers some time ago. How interesting. Gilgamesh kept silent. He was always watching, and infinitely aroused by every minor shift in her visage. He was titillated by every little noise passing her lips, and even by the way her fingers tangled his locks. There was only one thing of importance here. He'd continue to consume this finest of delicacies as if it were his last meal, yet an infinite supply of an unreal dish.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed; he was far too lost in the moment at hand. However, Artoria eventually had something to say. Oh? It was more than a few simple words this time; she presented a full and proper sentence for once. What did she have to say, though? He had to stop? Ignorance. He had to continue, simply because she said something like that. She would slay him for this? Hilarious. Eyes still locked onto her face, he scoffed and retracted his tongue briefly. "H'oh? A challenge it is, then. You will be slain, Artoria Pendragon," he declared. With that, the grip he maintained on her hips tightened. She would be allowed no movement, no fidgeting at the core until the deed was well and truly done. What was the mark of completion? They'd find out together, it seemed. For now, Gilgamesh seemed wholly willing to suffocate himself in Artoria's folds. His tongue prodded and swirled, while the very tip of his nose brushed against that glistening pearl via slight movements of his head. Always one step farther, he decided. He'd told this woman her current existence would perish on their first night along with her view of the world itself, and he was hellbent on making it happen. Stopping just because she claimed he should was never an option.

[Apollymi]

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.

[Bloodedge]

Artoria's intentions of resisting were clear, and so too were her body's intentions of doing no such thing. What would she do? It seemed she'd naturally lean toward the latter, and fall deeper into the endless pit of ecstasy. She continued holding his head, almost forcing it to keep the current position. Even her legs acted against her verbalized desire; they clamped and clamped in a lovelorn embrace around his head. Why was she doing this? As he once said, the human soul naturally sought pleasure. Why was he doing this? The reason was much the same. What did she do to deserve this? She was born, and blossomed into the ideal flower to become his garland. Now, he'd wear that garland upon his own head until it fell apart. How long would it take? Whether minutes, hours, or even days, the 'abuses' Artoria currently suffered would end by no machination of Gilgamesh. She proclaimed a desire for him to stop, but exemplified a greater desire for him to continue. He'd never been one to answer the weak. Obviously, the stronger of two forces here was the physical showing, so he would address it first and foremost, until its desire was met... so long as it remained superior and unwavering as it had been thus far.

[Apollymi]

The intentions of Artoria's body were clear enough to herself that she found she was more angry with her body than anything else. It would not obey her... she'd been given that inkling a long before before this moment. All the way back to the Second Holy Grail War, she had to deal with her reactions being not at all what she wished of them. She could not slay him when she wished to, then she could not deny him after getting to know him and now... now it would not give up on what it desired. Perhaps he should be given credit for that, even without completely managing to tame her personality he'd gotten to her body a long time ago. She'd been in captivity for a millennia or more and not managed to have either of her selves corrupted properly. So maybe, just made, there was more agreement about the King of Heroes in her than she thought. Perhaps it was only the logical part of her mind that was left to play catch up.

So unused to feeling anything that all emotions not normally categorized caused confusion and violence. Ah, but here and now violence was nothing she wanted to cause, and her body was already falling. How many drops in the proverbial bucket would it take for her to admit to desire? Many drops in that bucket. So many in fact that the sun's movement of the day had shifted around her body. With sunlight adding to the gleam of her eyes and relaxation seeming to have taken over completely, eventually her legs had given up holding him in place, falling open enough for access to be granted without restraint and only the occasional storm of sensation causing them to close around his head once more. 'I should hate myself for liking this, but I cannot...' she mused as she looked down her own body at this man once more. 'I should hate him for this, and I do not,' she thought. Truly she'd become attached to seeing this man's face buried within her loins. Her body shouldn't actually still be producing fluids, but of course it was... this man was offered constant sustenance from her depths while she developed a strange ache. The convulsions of her nether gave her satisfaction but something seemed missing the more she felt so inclined. 'What is it I want? What is it I need?' the Queen of Knights was at a loss, but also not at all unhappy. This treacherous body of hers, only gave her the gentle sort of ache that made her pull at the man below her waist, her legs over his shoulders her ankles crossed behind his body, what was it she sought? What was it she felt? "I do not want to be teased like this forever Gil. I cannot keep this up, I need more. I want you to fill this place that aches..." How did that fall out of her mouth? Oh, and the last source of moisture in her body was not her loins, but eyes ripe with unshed tears. Pleasure too much to bear, leaving her with an ache between her legs which needed filling. She could not best this man here and now, surrender was her only option. He could have it... this victory she could give, only to him.