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  1. #1461
    Movement came without proper waking, much to Gilgamesh's expectation. This body had become knowledgeable enough to know when pleasure was to be sought, and when it was being offered. Thighs spread, hips moved back, and there was a slight utterance of the mouth as well. Ah... a grand opportunity. While Artoria's hips shifted back, his thrusted forward until his girth was sandwiched between them. Of course, it was only natural to retreat thereafter... but doing so created a fair bit of space, allowing his manhood freedom to straighten. Another shift forward occurred, and his length took advantage of the newfound gap between thighs. His hand was met by the tip, then replaced by the rubbing of his shaft at each thrust. If she was going to accept the preparation he offered her, it was only right that he take advantage and lubricate himself at the same time. He'd soon see how far those natural inclinations of Artoria's body took her. . .

  2. #1462
    Nature. It was a strange thing to consider when one was raised to be the most unnatural sort of ruler there was on the planet. Even so, they were having a rather good time already, and her body found that arguing against nature was not worth the extra effort. Even as fingers were replaced by the movement of shaft between her thighs that gentle rocking of her hips did not seem to stop at all. Still she struggled to wake, she was so comfortable, it was so warm... her body felt so nice. Still the lubrication found between her legs would only grow more and more over time. How very nice it was for him to wake her in such a way. Movements in her body almost seemed akin to stretches even without consciousness. How much fun was it for her to move closer and closer toward wakefulness? That sensation caused by shaft rubbing against her loins made her skin break out in gooseflesh and more little sounds escaped her. She did not dream of these sorts of things so surely she'd be waking soon, even the little flutters of her eyelashes and the opening and closing of her hand seemed to hint at an approach to wakefulness.

  3. #1463
    Building moisture was precisely what Gilgamesh sought; it was the final thing he'd take advantage of prior to Artoria's full waking. Moment by moment, he felt his member being made slicker by the rubbing motion. He also felt a bit more movement than her unconscious body should have concerned itself with. It would have been rude to simply let her wake to a tease, so there was only one thing to do. A few rubbing thrusts later, and Gilgamesh positioned his tip against her opening. Every movement became prodding from there, each making more headway into Artoria's undercarriage. Gilgamesh had never been one for a morning-after session, or... morning-after anything really. This time around, he simply couldn't help himself. How dare she leave herself so helpless and exposed, while thinking nothing would come of it? She'd have to learn a lesson the hard way; he'd act as the teacher once again as he delved deeper by the thrust.

  4. #1464
    Helpless and exposed? Artoria had simply been sleeping peacefully, aiming not to bring harm to anyone and enjoy this newfound comfort she had in the presence of Gilgamesh. Of course, it went without saying that she foresaw nothing negative coming of anything she did within this man's presence, but his choice in waking method was one she did not expect at all. Gently stirring was Artoria, even as the prodding of her undercarriage began her consciousness began to flare to life along with something else. Artoria was not the type who could deny something she found herself enjoying even if it was something she'd not been prepared to enjoy in the first place. In a moment like this as flush spread across her flesh and she stretched in ways both physical and metaphorical she found a strange bit of pressure coming from below her waist.

    No. Yes? She opened her mouth and what should have been a yawn came out as a moan instead. Deeper and deeper still such a feeling came with a delightful sensation her body clenching around the tool so apt to bury itself within her. Was she dreaming? No. She never dreamed about anything but Avalon. If that was the case, then this was really happening wasn't it? Lidded eyes opened and angled themselves towards the man at her rear. Was this his idea of waking someone up? Well, it was probably one of the better ways she could imagine being woken up... though she was admittedly not sure why such a thing was happening. She was certainly fond enough of the experience to like it. "Umphf... you know people usually give greetings of some sort first thing in the morning..." she mused, ah, but her hips had already begun moving towards his, helping along that burial of her newest divine tool into her person.

  5. #1465
    Continuing on, Gilgamesh thrusted and thrusted, gradually gaining depth by the moment. It didn't take very long at all for Artoria's stirring to evolve, and for the queen herself to achieve consciousness. Gilgamesh was already having the time of his life by then. His hips were beginning to take up a pace that transcended his consciousness, as if his groin itself determined how its desires would be fulfilled. Alas, there was some resistance from Artoria when she came to. Well... perhaps resistance wasn't the right word at all. She looked his way, speaking of conventional greetings and the like. In response, Gilgamesh reached out to further tilt her head─ enough to partake of her lips with his own.

    Such a pitiful attempt. She spoke those words, but there was no naysaying at all. In fact, she fully allowed the actions of her own body that worked in league with his own. When their lips parted, he spoke. "Good morning," he said. That counted as a greeting, did it not? If it didn't, perhaps the more purposeful lunge much deeper into her core would suffice? One of them had to do the trick.

  6. #1466
    The pacing of Gilgamesh's hips was something worthy of note. Artoria herself took no issue with how this man chose to move about within her. Was she already with legs unable to endure her own weight but she was already in that situation there was no use being upset about more. Actually, she quite enjoyed this as a method of waking though she'd never given it much thought before. The tensing of her body was more or less normal for this sort of interaction and only truly served to make it more enjoyable for both of them. Her hips meeting his and her head being tilted? He aimed to kiss her and she given her own mentality kissed him back, irrespective of the fact that she'd been lightly chastising him mere moments before.

    They'd kiss for a while before it broke and then he'd have something adorable to say... good morning. Such an afterthought but that feeling of him plunging deeper into her core was something which drove her right over the edge. Extra fluid leaked from her core as she tightened and slid him home within her. Her body peaked and then she moaned her content. "Ohayou!~" she managed. Ah yes, a slip of the tongue into her original language which she couldn't be bothered correcting given the sensation flooding her own body.

  7. #1467
    Two people in this room had never given thought to this method of waking. Of those two, it seemed there were also two who had no complaints at all about the chosen activity. His greeting was met with a response, much like her body was responding to his. How very complacent. Gilgamesh would have even offered commentary about this, but he was rather preoccupied at the time. A moaning queen could be addressed only one way: with a continuation of whatever pleasantries caused the moaning. As such, Gilgamesh held firm to his queen, letting his lower half move as it pleased while their upper halves were kept stationary. He'd rise for the day eventually, and she could go about whatever business she had this day eventually. Not much time would be taken─ nowhere near the amount of time their first session had taken. Even so, he didn't seem very content to rush either. Time would not be the determining factor of this morning, just as it hadn't determined anything between them thus far.

  8. #1468
    What an interesting morning this was. Their previous time together had been so very intense Artoria was not sure if she'd have survived the constant onslaught. This morning's waking however was something much calmer and more relaxed. That movement within her was like a gentle knocking and the constant movement something to meet and shift into. Even past the first flourish she felt her hips continued to seek a bit more but not in a frenzied way. Their stationary upper bodies were quite different in a moment like this. Those hands of hers eventually moved tracing muscled arms as she settled in. This really was nice and she had no idea why it was the case, but she couldn't stop the little sounds slipping from between her lips. They'd have to part eventually but when was that again? They'd decided a long time ago to stop making plans to do things lest the universe take issue with their happiness. No, here and now those relaxing strokes would lead Artoria to several convulsions around his tool but eventually there would need to be something else for them. Not the addictive heat and burning passion of the nights prior but something much more simple. A warming sensation to finish the kickstart of her day. "I do believe after waking like this I am owed a gift and it is your duty to provide it, right Gil?" she questioned as she pecked his chin gently from his fore with her head tilted back. But it wasn't really a question. There was a thing she'd come to enjoy and she would not be experiencing this new kind of waking without it. She'd take the offering he'd claimed to always give her buried within her before breakfast and the day... whatever that would hold.

  9. #1469
    Once more, Gilgamesh gave no consideration to the passage of time. How could he? Artoria Pendragon was in his grasp, right here, right now. There couldn't be too much time left before the fated battle that removed her from this world, and therefore from his reach. She wouldn't be gone forever; he would never allow another loss of that magnitude. Even so, how much difficulty would he have in finding her once she disappeared? How long would fate force them apart this time? With no answer in sight, any existing thoughts of withholding were abandoned with haste.

    It seemed Gilgamesh was not the only one disregarding the idea of holding back. In fact, Artoria's lips eventually met his chin, and she made a very interesting demand. "H'oh?" was the male's immediate response. Obviously, Artoria Pendragon was coming along quite nicely as one who sought pleasures of the flesh. Who would have thought the stoic Knight-Queen could have such a side? Only he. "Surely this isn't the Queen of Knights' method of admitting to her own preferences? I must state again that I am no mind-reader, Artoria Pendragon. Should not your request be much more direct?" he teased. Of course he knew the truth of it all, but it wasn't as if Gilgamesh would let such a prime opportunity go to waste.

  10. #1470
    No consideration being given to time seemed to be a shared ideology. Artoria herself had different reasons for this. She lived moment to moment, never truly harping on what was to come for any reason. All she knew of her present reality had to do with the sensations she currently felt and her desire to continue on the path that gave her a new kind of joy. Whatever the case, she could not call herself indulgent if she did not see the many different facets it had to offer, and more over she could not say she enjoyed anything more in these moments than Gilgamesh. He always had something to say, he spent a fair amount of time challenging her sensibilities and she could honestly say it was something she liked about his personality.

    Speaking of that personality as he grinded away at her insides it seemed that he took issue with something she said. Rather he made the claim that it wasn't clear enough even after making the sound of his acknowledgement which hinted directly at the fact that he knew what she meant. Artoria could do nothing but scoff. "Gil..." just that at first was all she had to say because she was quite busy feeling, well everything in the moment. "The audacity of you to tease knowing full well both how you woke me and what I meant," she mused gently. "I am also sure I told you I do not like repeating myself, though you seem to enjoy making me do so..." she said. Still, one could not say the Queen of Knights was an unclear individual outside of a few rare situations. "But I am feeling oddly patient today~" she made a declaration as she continued shifting her hips against his. "I will be receiving your gift this morning as soon as you are apt to part with it... that is my preference for the moment~" Oddly clear and leaving little to no room for argument.

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