Gilgamesh's manhood throbbed in the Queen of Knights' hand. Perhaps one day she'd have a full understanding of what such a thing was connected to, but for now, she'd take it as a sign of mutual benefit. Still, she didn't quite understand what the benefit was yet, but perhaps she would soon enough. Whatever the case, it seemed her most recent speech was taken well, as the King of Heroes claimed to enjoy the side of her that presented such teasing. Hm, that was good to know, she supposed. Perhaps next time she'd manage to do so with purpose instead of her words accidentally inciting such excitement. Whatever the case, she was promised a ravishing in exchange for banter. "I somehow feel those things are not at all equivalent," she said immediately. Did she want a ravishing? That sounded dangerous. Still, she could not pull away from the endeavor. As it currently looked she'd end up bedding the King of Heroes because she was curious and found it intolerable to back down.
The King of Heroes' free hand was soon enough tilting her chin, and he was staring into her eyes. Being the sort of person she was she was looking back, she was pretty sure she liked those eyes specifically, at the very least they were interesting to look at. Soon enough though the King of Heroes made his desires of the moment known. Having the pair of them transported back to his bedroom. One of his hands was still busy below her waist while the other took the consent given to pull apart the layers at her neck. It was not at all normal for the Queen of Knights to feel exposed, still she'd not undressed in front of a man she held any interest in before. Her face gained a slightly reddened tint, was this about to be strange? She didn't know. At some points she felt fine and secure at others, she felt quite new and blind. This was a mixture of emotions she was not used to... and there was still that tingling in her loins so very close to bubbling over her entire form.
Still as Artoria's dress fell away, revealing a corset tightened slip of white fabric across her chest and the lightest possible material. There was a sound crossing the space, echoing in the Ziggurat. It was such an intense sound, it could have shattered eardrums and glass but the sound itself seemed to rattle the very foundations of the land. And then the darkened sky, gave way to a giant sweeping laser beam in the distance, somewhere in the nearby desert a battle was taking place. An an inhuman cry that reached way too far, put an immediate stop to Artoria's heartbeat. What was that?