Castle of Loch Ness

[Bloodedge]

Friendly indeed. Arthur was working on something─ a grand scheme that would function as proper leverage against one such as Guinevere. "Friendly, yes... but I'll end your whole career~" he chimed playfully, yet with an underlying tone of seriousness. He had nothing that would scare her, but perhaps he had something she couldn't fend against. Perhaps he would even need Merlyn for this idea. . .

Of course Emilia was going to claim she... wait... what was that? She didn't mind if he... oh. "You─" Annoyingly, Guinevere came to meddle just as she always did, and always would. Her and the teasing would never stop. She was his sister, and the biggest thorn to ever pierce his side on a regular basis─ now being the perfect example. How interesting it was that she managed to interrupt at the strangest times. "Guin, go back to your... I..." What did she say? Better yet, why did he tell her anything? She had all the information he'd shared with her throughout life, and it seemed she retained the things that would annoy him most. "You─! I was a child when I said those things, damn you!" he insisted in the heat of the moment. Maybe there was a lapse in Elyan's memory. The last time he told Guinevere something along those lines, they were in Zuria under the rule of Queen Kolin. Actually, it had been only a year ago.

And so, Merlyn took her leave of Avalon for fear of seeing too much. Merlin chuckled; there was hope for his dear sister yet. She'd always been the purer of them. He was sure she'd enjoy the little gift he gave her, just as he would thoroughly enjoy what she left him with. With her gone, he could now continue properly. Where was he? Ah, the clone of Merlyn had that information. He was molesting her, and that was something he meant to continue. With his recently-freed hand returning to the space between her legs, he behaved as if he'd actually lost the information. "That's where I was, yes. But... what about you? Don't make it weird by just standing there~"

[Apollymi]

Arthur claimed he would end her whole career, but that would take him quite a while yet. In fact he was currently being given a front row seat to the kind of person he'd actually have to contend with in such a situation. It would be an uphill battle, but perhaps he'd like it. Ah, Guinevere had shown up just in time to interrupt what could have turned out to be a rather compelling conversation. It seemed that before Elyan could even properly try and gripe at Guinevere he was tossed straight under the bus. Such was her nature, all the while, Emilia was trying her best not to give away too much, "Well it isn't preferential, he saved me earlier when I thought I was being attacked by the creepy voice. It seemed a fair exchange is all..." she said. "Oh? Really Lia? Because I definitely made all this ice way earlier than the voice could be heard. Surely it was always your plan to give him a bowl before the rest of us, he's your favorite after all. You've said so yourself, numerous times even~" she mentioned casually which only made, Emilia's whole face light up intensly. Oh well, she'd lost. Maybe Sir Elyan would have better luck? No. No he wouldn't Guinevere would return to torturing him just as quickly as she'd abandoned him using his own words. "You were a child, El? Really? I suppose you still considered yourself a child last year, in Zuria?" she started lifting her brows gently? "In fact you said that you thought of Emi often while you were gone on the road, and how you couldn't wait to see her when you returned..." there was a pause just a gentle one. Would Guinevere throw her little brother all the way under the bus? Would she wait for him to bury himself instead? Was that little hint enough for Emilia? Well obviously the girl seemed near faint and her face was quite literally the color of a tomato, that redness had spread all the way to her ears and was coloring them similarly, like little peppers to go with her tomato face.

Merlin was enjoying his female clone, who was now fully separated from his sister by her own desire. This of course, would lead to a slight change in the clones behavior. Of course, she still had a bit of a snippy attitude but she didn't have Merlyn's hang ups about this sexual activity. Why would she... she wasn't as strictly attached as her creator. In fact, the return of the hand to her nether made her moan gently. "Hmphf, I guess that's fine... we've already started and everything..." she said still somewhat snidely. Given his positioning that hand of hers would snake around his person aiming to slip past his robes to take hold of his manhood which she would begin to stroke ever so casually.

Ah but what of Merlyn, she'd woken in bed with Sir Cador her body still wrapped around his. But rather suddenly there was a nagging itch present within her loins. Her pupils dilated and she began rubbing herself along Cador's body. She felt strangely hot and had the innate desire to have sex. But it wasn't the normal feeling of her libido. No, it was something way worse than that... Cador was about to be woken in this world. She didn't even time the patience nor desire to wait to walk into his dreams. Her body shifted over his and she reached for his manhood. She placed gentle kisses upon his neck as she began to stroke him. And she'd move down his body steadily aiming to reveal his manhood and take it into her mouth. She wanted to feel this and literally everything else. Why did she feel like she hadn't felt a man's touch in her entire existence? Ugh, is this the gift her brother decided to give her?

[Bloodedge]

"Y-yes, that's it!" Elyan agreed to the counterargument offered by Emilia. She wasn't offering any special treatment of any sort; it was a fair exchange for his assistance! Sadly, Guinevere wasn't quite done with them yet. She knew not only the tales of Elyan, but those of Emilia as well─ notably ones involving Elyan being her 'favorite' as it were. She said something like that numerous times? No, that wasn't the important thing here! Something had to be done about Guinevere's constant meddling! She still wasn't done though, was she? Absolutely not. She was back to him, and how recently it had actually been since he'd spoken of Emilia. Aghast, he stammered over multiple utterances that refused to become words, until he managed another ireful outburst. "T-that was different! Of course I would say something like that; it had been ages! It means nothing─" he said, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. To do that would be dangerous, though... doing anything was dangerous around Guinevere when she became this sort of talkative.

Sweet relief would fall upon Merlin this day. He had a few hours to access this clone, and he planned on taking full advantage. His physiology would help quite a bit. As an incubus, Merlin was a walking, talking aphrodisiac whether he wanted to be or not. Of course, he did want to be, which only made the effect that much stronger in his case. By the time she gave in and began to stroke his tool, his fingers were sliding past those frilly underthings to invade her crevice directly. Ah, that feeling against his skin once more was a treat; it hardly mattered whose body it was. His other hand continued a very thorough investigation of her breast, all while he was tonguing her neck from one side. "H'oh. That's very forthcoming for you. I thought I would have to put forth more effort, but no, you want this as well, don't you?"

Meanwhile, Cador remained asleep. Having a level of comfort he'd gone without for some years now, he found a deep slumber in under an hour─ a very strange occurrence for one such as him. Hold of his manhood, kisses to his neck, neither would wake him. He stirred briefly, notably shifting and squirming by the time Merlyn's mouth reached even the tip of his member. Even unconscious, Merlyn's touch left him engorged with rapidity. Was he perhaps affected by her mood? That was always possible, but it wasn't as if Cador was awake to question anything anyway. He was in the earliest stages of waking, though not quite conscious enough to realize why he was feeling rather pleasant. Ah, it was likely just a dream, no?

[Apollymi]

Guinevere was on a roll at present. Even as Elyan tried to back up Emilia to help in the efforts to dig them out of trouble, Guinevere was currently taking no prisoners. "Oh? We agreed rather quickly didn't we El? You like being referred to as Lia's favorite now don't you?" she asked of the boy most rhetorically. Both she, and Emilia were privy to Elyan's mannerisms already. It would literally be almost impossible for him to pretend around the pair of them, and without Guinevere giving way. And she would not do so, Emilia was now wide eyed. He said something like that about her? Really?! "You're always like this, Guinevere, you could let up and just enjoy your shaved ice..." Emilia mentioned she was covering her face and panic thinking. The only time Elyan outright denied things was when he was covering up. He really had missed her hadn't he. That gave Emilia weird feelings, she wasn't quite ready to deal with yet. She'd gone all but silent hiding her face, behind her hands. "I mean sure, and I will... seems like you enjoyed yours already~" she claimed while seeming to hint at something. "It's a shame really, you should apologize El, before she takes your cross words the wrong way... though she probably won't. Lia is probably the best at separating your cross words from your actions, right Lia?" she asked open-endedly. Emilia was now officially done. She took off before her head became any bigger but not without a single utterance. She was indeed good at figuring out what Elyan meant aside from the things he said. "I'm leaving. Enjoy the shaved ice... bye!" she said before she threw herself any further under the bus. And just like that Emilia fled, trying to figure out how to deal with this new problem.

Merlin was a walking talking aphrodisiac and as such he was having a pretty strong effect on the clone he was currently feeling up. She in turn was willing to do at least a bit to help him along, almost as if she felt compelled to do so. Perhaps she was doing it only as a cause for seeking her own relief? Or maybe it was something else entirely. Merlyn had created her from herself, perhaps she'd given her the parts that were necessary to get into the situation. At the very least, the lad's tongue moving upon her neck made her breath hitch in her throat and she in turn bit down her bottom lip. "I mean it's kinda hard not to want it too..." she mumbled as if still cross. Still that hand of hers was moving along him as if it hadn't any other function in the world. She'd fully leaned into him, her body relaxing against his as she melted into his hands. She hadn't even bothered pulling away again, instead, beneath the surface she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

Oh how the times, had changed for Merlyn. Right at the moment she was busy tonguing Sir Cador's manhood as he slept. How had he gone from, so uncomfortable he couldn't fall asleep around anyone to dead sleep while she wrapped her person around him? Well, she supposed that was something to figure out later... for now, she was content to continue. Strange though it was, Merlyn was quite literally preying upon this man in his sleep, this was probably the single most defining act for her as a succubus in her entire existence. She closed her mouth around his manhood, moving it up and down, while her other hand wandered down her own burning flesh. She needed release, and strange though it was, even her hands could provide a little. She deftly slipped her fingers between her exposed folds beginning the slow torture of herself as she moaned around that which currently filled her mouth. How long would it take to wake him? She supposed she'd find out soon enough, but for now... she had no problem allowing herself to delve fully into her existence.

[Bloodedge]

Being Emilia's favorite wasn't something Elyan fancied, surely. Guinevere was about her normal level of intrusive, making things up as she saw fit! Yes, that was what everyone needed to believe... and what was true, of course! Or... maybe it wasn't. "Shut up!" he yelled. There was nothing more to be done, nothing more he could think to do without winding up far more flustered than he could deal with being. What was this now? He should apologize? Nonsense! He was clearly telling nothing but the truth, and either way, Emilia was content to run off in a hurry after more of Guinevere's bothersome methods. Elyan was interestingly shocked by this turn of events, just briefly. His arm twitched as if he had the initial thought of reaching out to the scurrying lass. Luckily, he steeled himself and turned away in a huff. "Insufferable as always, Guinevere. One should find the time to ask how you have the nerve while walking in like this," he said angrily, drawing attention to the placement one of Guinevere's hands boasted. Funny; she didn't even try to hide it. "Or is this some act of yours to divert everyone's attention... or even to run us off so you can have your fun in private?"

The Merlyn clone's difficulty resisting Merlin's nature was clear. Why she exemplified this seemingly desirous state was not a matter of importance. The important thing here was that she was relaxed against his fore. He couldn't have that for very long; he needed to make her far more flustered than this. "I bet it is. I could give you some leeway, you know? Though I doubt it would take the wiles of a demon to get things going anyway~" he proclaimed. Merlin sought to slick his fingers in the clone's undercarriage, but that wasn't at all the bulk of his intentions. Once he'd managed that, his hand would be exploring her womanhood with aggression. Were there echoes to be found in the Garden of Avalon, in this empty tower room functioning as his jail cell? If there were, they would soon enough discover them together, as that would be the rapidity he eventually reached when attacking the clone's folds. "Or do you like drugs too? I've heard I can be a little more than drug-like, even before becoming like this."

The amount of time it would take for Sir Cador to wake was in question. Frankly, it was not likely to be incredibly soon. Relaxation was a strange thing. Cador was never one to expect these sorts of advances while he slept, given his experiences thus far. He had, however, been led to believe in the chance of Merlyn entering his dreams. As such, perhaps that was happening while his mind was in a blank state? Yes, that made sense. His body was always going to react regardless, sighs and wriggles overtaking him bit by bit. His shaft was throbbing, even swelling within the succubus' mouth in response to the resonance of her moaning around it. His breathing had intensified along with the beat of his heart, something resembling a moan crawled out of his throat, yet still, he seemed as unconscious as he had been before. . .

[Apollymi]

Guinevere was told to shut up. Would she? The answer was no, instead laughter escaped her. At the same time Emilia ran off, as she always would given how easily embarrassed the lass was. "I'll come by and see you later, Lia~" she said as the girl's visage disappeared. It was very interesting to see how easily flustered she became when Elyan the White was the topic of conversation. If he ever managed to realize this properly, they'd be a functional couple. Whatever the case, Elyan called her insufferable, which was about normal given the way Guinevere was normally. What was more, she'd seen the random resistance in his features. "True. But you love me anyway..." she said with the most casual shrug. "You should have reached for her, you know? She would have stayed if it was you who asked her to~" Guinevere mentioned. "Ah, but I suppose your commitment to be contrary should be commended, right El? Even if it costs you what you're after?" she asked of the young man. Not much to her surprise, her brother seemed to understand at least part of her motives. He was upset, but not enough to run off. Instead he sat here questioning what Guinevere was doing. How she'd entered hand in hand with someone else, accusing her of diverting. "Oh, no... you've got me all wrong El. I am not the type to divert... that is Lia's game. That was just pay back for something unmentioned~" she said a wide smile cracking her visage. "And you're more than welcome to stay, but I won't be nursing any brain freezes of yours. Besides, it's about 10 years too early for you to try to use that against me, yeah?" she said offering the lad a wink. While Guinevere wasn't exactly shameless, she definitely had a much better poker face than the other two in her friend group. She wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that she'd entered hand in hand with Arthur as anything needing explanation.

Merlyn's clone was faced with a bit of sassy talk from Merlin. Of course, he was like this... "I'll have you know I'm quite picky... and nothing less would do a thing..." she said once more. Still, the slickness of her loins wasn't something she could begin to deny even if she wished to. Instead, the echoing could be heard as his movements beneath her waist became aggressive. "Oh!" she murmured as she found it incapable of properly preparing for this type of treatment. Her face had gained heat as well, no doubt because of the shift to vigorousness. Well, well this was an interesting turn of events. He claimed to be like drugs and wondered if she partook. She would in this case, though her fingers had kept moving her body was tensing around the rapid movements of his fingers. "I've been known to dabble. But you'll have to be really good to compare~" she stated. Oh, she probably shouldn't be challenging what was essentially herself to a battle like this. But, if such an action were taking place between the real Merlyn and her twin, she doubted it'd be anything but this.

At the same time, the sleeping Cador's body responded even as his consciousness didn't. Merlyn was treated to several real signs of the treatment she gave him, even if he didn't have it in him to fully acknowledge what she was doing. Suction became deeper as she teased her own pearl mercilessly. Every tingle her body experienced would be transferred to the sleeping man by way of a moan, flick of the tongue or even a warm bit of breath spreading down his manhood. She couldn't well stop herself, she was slathering him in saliva while her own loins reached a slick state that made the movements of her fingers that much easier. Should she slip them further down? Probably, now her two middle fingers slipped into her canal as her thumb and palm used pressure against herself. Oh, that was quite nice. If she finished this way, she'd have Sir Cador finish as well, especially considering he wasn't conscious enough to resist. Her own hips were gently wiggling as she moved closer and closer towards her own finish and her mouth continued paying attention to the man before her while she tried to get that which she sought from his body.

[Bloodedge]

True indeed, Sir Elyan could not properly detest his sister. They'd never known one another in their original world, but he'd lived this new life in full. Even if they returned, she was undeniably his sister by virtue of them growing up together here. One could never undo almost two decades of bonding experiences. That wasn't to say Guinevere wouldn't try her absolute best to annoy him at every opportunity, such as her taking note of his momentary flinch. He should have reached, eh? His contrary nature was not to be questioned here. He wasn't here to deal with her attitude, nor her uncanny ability to behave shamelessly when points were raised to counter her. More teasing came alongside her refusal to take any of his counters, so naturally, Elyan was quite done with this situation as well. "Che! Fine. Since you've decided to be especially annoying today, you can have the kitchen. Careful, Sir Arthur; she'll pester you into the dirt if you stay around her too long." That was about all the warning Elyan had for his fellow knight and future king, though Arthur seemed to be hiding something of his own. In fact, he wanted to laugh... but he was quite good at not showing what was beneath the surface at all, in most cases. Elyan shifted away, taking his leave of the kitchen in... interestingly, the same direction Emilia had run off in. Why? Maybe it was just a coincidence─

Merlyn was picky? That had also always been the case with Junko, as he recalled. For her to say that when she did, though, was interesting at the very least. She implied, or even said directly, that demon wiles were a base requirement to do the trick. "That's quite titillating. I should do even more then, shouldn't I?" Merlin was starting to wonder now. There were a great many things he could do, from shapeshifting to enchantments and so much more. He'd experienced quite a few in the past for his own enjoyment. Were they, in fact, so similar? "How much though? I haven't gone canine in ages, now that I think about it─" he mused, ever so casually as if he wasn't presently bordering abusive behavior of the clone's undercarriage, while she in-turn kept up a consistent stroking of his length. "Really good, huh... You've got a lot of expectations when I haven't even put it in yet. Is that what happens when you're anticipating, Koko?~"

Sir Cador was completely unaware as to the goings-on with Merlyn. Had he woken, things would have been quite different to the present. Alas, perhaps this was the better outcome. Considering Merlyn's normal approach to sexual endeavors thus far, this behavior from her was quite... ravenous. What would Cador think if he woke now, and what would he think if he woke several moments later? The latter seemed to be the most likely scenario to occur, even as the Spirit Knight's mouth hung agape to become the primary source of his repeated exhales. "Mrph~" the male mumbled. He was quite a bit closer to waking, but... apparently, this sort of 'dream' was not at all unusual.

[Apollymi]

Guinevere had won. How was this made obvious? By her younger brother conceding the kitchen and rather quickly leaving in the same direction Emilia had gone in. He might not like her meddling but he was still prone to taking her advice. Almost two decades later and she could still read the white haired boy like a book. And maybe, just maybe... in this time of peace she could see something she always wanted. What was this though, he left giving a parting warning to Arthur about sticking around Guinevere, all the while Guinevere was at his side looking at his face. Hm, it hadn't shifted at all, surely he found what she'd said funny, well there was only one way to find out. After Elyan was clear, Guinevere had but one thing to say, "You don't have to hold it in, you know?" she questioned with a giggle.

Meanwhile, Merlin was having a pretty good time. Aggressively molesting someone whose visage was visually identical to that of his twin sister. Her previously words made him answer strangely, should he do more? "Yes, pick and you can do what you want... we'll find out if you're up to task soon won't we?" she claimed. Ah, Junko's original personality was quite obvious now that it was clouded by thousands of years of depression. "Canine? Like full animal or beast-kin?" she seemed genuinely curious. Perhaps, they'd compared notes a time or two... had questions answered that could only be properly done by the opposite sex. According to Merlin there were great expectations for someone who hadn't even gotten down to business yet. As her hand continued to move up and down his length a small smirk appeared on the clones face. "Yes, yes it is. I have great expectations for you Ichi-nii~" she said moaning lightly, as her body tightened around those fingers, oh she was dangerously close to climax. Oh, this was probably someone's strange fantasy but now it was being lived by the clone.

Meanwhile, a new more ravenous approach was being taken by Merlyn. She was devouring the manhood of a certain Spirit Knight. Who strangely enough hadn't managed to wake up even while his body was being assaulted. She found that amusing, even that audible little sound that escaped him seemed to be pushing her further along. At the same time the motions of her fingers and palm pushed her towards certain climax. Oh, and that release would be sweet and the Spirit Knight would be expected to follow, all so Merlyn could swallow down the first of many treats she expected to have this afternoon. A tightening of the lass' loins around her fingers would be accompanied by a true moan. Oh, he should definitely wake sometime soon, if not she'd simply have to continue feeding from him...

[Bloodedge]

Elyan was gone in a matter of moments, still down the same hall Emilia had taken. Perhaps he'd soon run into her? Maybe he hoped for that conclusion. Whatever the case, Arthur was being addressed by Guinevere at the time. He didn't have to hold in the laughter, she implied. With a grin, he looked to the young woman as if they were speaking two completely different languages. "Lady Guinevere, I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. I can't even make it to the kitchen by myself; see?" As if to accentuate his point, Arthur lifted the hand which still held Guin's into view. "Of course anything you're saying is going to end up going right over my head~" Ah yes, innocence at its finest.

Oh, this darling little clone would definitely be finding out if Merlin was 'up to the task' as she put it. She was just a clone, and he hadn't been in a mood to take it slow and easy for centuries. Going the canine route sounded like a good idea, but this body he fondled wasn't one he'd familiarized himself with previously. As for whether he would choose a full beast form or that of a beast-kin, well... that answer would come a bit later. "That has yet to be determined, Koko. We still have to find out how accommodating you are toward my normal self, don't we?" With that said, those aggressive fingers were on the move for a different purpose. Two would find their way into her hole, seeming to be performing a simple check. Ah, but that was not Merlin's plan either. He did check, yes, but his hand would not be still. Those fingers were thrusting with vigor, and the hand that had been assaulting her bosom this whole time moved to pull away her blazer and grant easier access. "I have expectations of you too, you know?"

While Merlin was making preparations, Merlyn was reaching a threshold much needed to start a greater journey. In a single moment, Merlyn achieved her first orgasm, and demanded via her existence the same from Sir Cador. Of course, she immediately received just what she wanted. An expulsion of seed directly into the succubus' mouth was the 'earned' reward from the gift pipe she titillated, and with that, there was a somewhat clearer groan escaping Cador's mouth. "Ugh..." he murmured. Was this consciousness? Well, partly. The Spirit Knight was briefly awake, but only somewhat. "Mm─"

[Apollymi]

Elyan and Emilia had cleared out, and without most of a fuss. Hopefully the lad wouldn't mess up the opportunity to comfort their half-elf friend. Elyan had come the closest to outing Guinevere this day, but she'd managed to cover her tracks just enough to be able to breathe a sigh of relief. But what was this, Arthur was busy feigning innocence and ignorance. He claimed to have no idea what she was talking about and pointed out that he even needed help reaching the kitchen. He lifted their hands for her to see and her eyes widened. She should really give consideration to the fact that she was far too comfortable holding Arthur's hand. But what she would say out loud would be something else entirely, yes best to ignore a problem, "Oh? Is that the case. Well I will give consideration that you needed leading to the kitchen but... I find it hard to believe you're that absent, Arthur~" she said in a happy sort of way. Guinevere was a lot of things, but she wouldn't be the one to give up if she didn't have to, "If anything I say will go straight over your head... then I could just say anything right?" she said her eyes narrowing. "Does that blank face thing work for you? Is that just attractive man camouflage?" she asked with a straight face. Oh, she was testing the waters, how much could she say before he dropped the act?

The clone of Merlyn was busy, being stripped of clothing and further assaulted but didn't seem to mind it one bit. In fact, she kept up her own work even as such things took place. Whining pants were escaping her now, as Merlin made the claim of not being sure yet which thing he intended. "Please... there isn't much about yourself I couldn't accommodate~" she moaned those words as the vicious assault on her undercarriage continued. She couldn't help what was coming next, as two fingers checked an continued his work the movement of her hand seemed to become just slightly more vigorous. "Wait, Ichi-nii... I'm cumming!~ Aaaah!~" she moaned as her body aimed to claim those two fingers as if they were her own. Her face flushed and her body relaxed a bit more. Her chest now exposed, she wondered how much of this Merlin planned to do before reaching a point where he'd actually do something.

A snack. Sir Cador reached climax within Merlyn's mouth filling it with the taste of sweet cream as she'd come to enjoy it. She found herself moaning like someone tasting their first true dessert in life. She couldn't well help it. Ah, but what was this, Sir Cador seemed to be a bit closer to consciousness than he was when she started. This was good. She swallowed down what was in her mouth and began casually flicking her tongue over the tip of his phallus in a manner most teasing. "Rise and Shine, Sir Cador. Well... you don't necessarily have to rise... I've taken care of that..." she mentioned as she kissed his tip post the cleaning. "Do wake though... you'll be cross if you miss all of this~" she mused. The fingers of one of her hands were lodged within herself while the other began tracing the skin of Sir Cador's abdomen enjoying truly the sensation it gave her skin. Though she normally wouldn't have, she didn't seem to have much control, she'd lay the full brunt of her own desire upon this man instead of the opposite way around, as she took her meals the way she pleased.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, Guinevere was turning things his way again now. Luckily for Arthur, he'd found enough reprieve while observing her treatment of the others to be more... prepared, as it were. "I am that absent, I swear~" he sang. Now then, could Guinevere get away with saying anything she wanted, since it would go over his head anyway? Of course she could; he even nodded to agree. As for the blank face he wore, the question Guinevere had for him would not be answered so directly. In fact, he had a few additional questions to return her way. "Well if you say so, it's attractive man something. Isn't it for you to determine precisely what, Guinevere?" he asked coyly. Meanwhile, Elyan was calming himself down and continuing down the hall. Where had Emilia run off to, exactly? Surely she couldn't have gotten far. . .

Merlyn's clone claimed there was hardly anything of his she couldn't accommodate. How laughable. She had no reason to truly understand, he supposed, with her having the original Merlyn's memories alone. "You really think that, eh? You'll think differently soon enough~" he chimed. His length and girth were one thing, but Merlin had already confirmed the effect he passively had on this clone. With that being the case, insertion would be something otherworldly, he imagined. He'd already ruined many women who were long since gone from this world, and only with his projected form. This projection of his sister's would feel the brunt of his true self, which only two had ever experienced. How would she fare? They would soon find out. First though, the initial flourish had to be reached─ and indeed it was. In the aftermath, he pulled his fingers from the lass and ran his tongue along them. Ah... he could even taste something for once in eons. How magnificent! "Did I hear you right? Did you say 'wait'? It's a bit early for that, dear sister. You haven't even gotten on your knees yet~"

Someone was speaking to Sir Cador. Oh, that had to be Merlyn; they did enter the bed together some time ago. What was she saying? Rise and shine? No, no. He could feel that it was far too early to wake now, but... he could feel much more than just that. It was so, so very familiar a feeling─ one etched into his memory for the remainder of his life. That sensation was Merlyn's tongue upon his groin. Yes, Cador knew this without a shadow of a doubt. "Merlyn?" he mumbled curiously. Eyes opened to a half-lidded state to gaze downward, all to confirm the succubus was indeed beneath him, lavishing his phallus and seeming quite... hungry, so to speak. "What time is it?" Such a question held great importance. It didn't particularly matter what the time was, but he was certain it was far too early to be waking. Had she failed to fall asleep, or was this the start of his dream?

[Apollymi]

Arthur had short and concise answers to give Guinevere. Ah, that little show from moments ago had given him the information he needed to be prepared for their little talks. That would work for him, for now at least. "Oh? Playing at pretty and dumb are we? Who am I to interrupt~" Guinevere tease. It didn't truly matter if he'd answer or not. Regardless they'd come to the kitchen, there was shaved ice... she would be having some. She set the basket down on a counter top for later and finally released Arthur's hand to head over to the sink. "Oh? You intend to put me to work do you? Well isn't that an interesting turn... Well, I can't work without a cool head. So here we are, will you be having shaved ice?" she asked of the lad more than ready to prepare herself a bowl even if he wasn't partaking. At the same time, the question on Elyan's mind was the whereabouts of Emilia. And where would she be found? In the doorway of an unoccupied room with her forehead pressed against the cool stones. Such a thing was much easier to pull off in Zuria where the temperature was less regulated. She was trying now to cool her face and rid herself of the embarrassment she now had. "I said way more than I meant to...but what can I do? I panicked. Ugh, I'm probably going to die in this corner," she spoke calmly to herself. This was her way of course, she'd acknowledge what went wrong and have a short conversation with herself.

Merlyn's clone... was specific. She was a humanish form of the succubus, with only her memories from before picking up Arthur's party. Thus she was guilt free for the most part and full of sass and longing. This was the version of Merlyn that would have sex with her brother and this was the one who maintained a certain surety of self. "You're always so sure of everything... I really hate that..." she said more attitude and seemingly cross. But such was the way they behaved as siblings. Junko had always wished she was a bit more like her brother, not that she'd ever admit that... but here and now she had different problems. One was the flourish which left her knees buckling as she looked over her shoulder to see Merlin licking his fingers as well. There was something innately attractive about that sort of thing. What was more he pointed out what she'd said at the moment of climax, she couldn't say wait because they hadn't progressed further? "I said what I said... I wasn't ready yet," she claimed in cross teenaged fashion. Oh, but that was fine. He claimed she hadn't even been on her knees yet. "Taking that as a suggestion..." she mentioned as she turned and lowered herself. She had Merlyn's sexual experience up to a point, so the gentle flicker of her tongue over the tip of him was done just for the taste and sensation. But soon after her taste her mouth was watering and she aimed to gobble up his length without hesitation. Those eyes of hers seeming to glow as she looked up at him, even without the mysticism of a succubus behind them.

Meanwhile, Merlyn was having a great time, exploring Sir Cador's length with her tongue, running her unoccupied hand along his flesh. Taking every sensation she gave herself as she practically rode her own hand while lying between his legs. "Last I checked that is what this world calls me~" she claimed in her normal bantering fashion. Still she couldn't help but tease, that mouth of hers finally stopped and she pulled herself up. She freed her hand from her undercarriage and took to rubbing her exposed sex against his erection instead. Something about her narrow fingers simply woudn't do for very much longer. As she began this her face reddened but the shifting of her hips brought gentle moans and gooseflesh to her skin, even without penetration. "Time? Relative to when you feel asleep it's been... roughly an hour," she mentioned hurriedly. She leaned over him bringing her tongue to his neck dragging it along his skin. "I slept as well, but that isn't important right now..." she claimed as the movements of her hips carried her closer and closer to climax. A climax which would bring another she could feed upon.

[Bloodedge]

Pretty and dumb sounded about right. Guinevere wasn't going to get away with that glanced-over mention, though. In terms of putting her to work, it was only a moment of thought from her mind that would be required. "I'll play dumb any day of the week. You're the one who added the 'pretty' part, Guinevere," he stated. With that came the question involving shaved ice. Would Arthur partake? He wasn't opposed to it or anything, but something about having some this soon felt a bit... off. As such, he raised his recently-abandoned hand in rejection. "I'll pass, but you enjoy. I've had enough of the cold recently to keep me sated for a while yet."

Elyan's journey led him farther down the hall, until he saw long, ashen locks that could have only belonged to two people. He'd recently left Guinevere in the kitchen, so of course it wasn't her. It was clearly Emilia, doing something strangely familiar for reasons he either didn't know, or couldn't recall immediately. As he approached, he heard the lass talking to herself. She said more than she meant to? That much could be said of both parties, but... Elyan would allow himself to save face. When Emilia grew silent, he spoke from a position leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You know better than to let Guin of all people run you off like that, Emi. A lady should have more dignity than that," he chided.

Merlyn's clone, or rather Merlyn herself, hated that he sounded so sure about everything. "It can't be helped," the male counterpart replied. She could hardly talk much trash while boasting that flustered face, but he supposed he could let her get away with it for now. After all, he didn't plan on leaving her capable of it later. Still tasting of her essence upon his fingers, Merlin watched as the clone took his statement as a suggestion. It wasn't, really, but he wasn't going to complain about the outcome. "Get used to not being ready, Junko. You won't be ready for any of them~♥" Merlin spoke these words with confidence. As she applied her mouth to his tool, he saw that glow in her eye, and he felt how much she'd already started salivating. One would reject the idea of that being how she generally was toward him, considering how easily she turned down his advances earlier. Though, perhaps there was a key difference in this clone that left a bit of legitimate yearning in there? It was hard for the male to tell just yet, but it didn't matter either way. He was finally feeling again after all those centuries─ that was what mattered. "Enjoying the taste, Koko?" he questioned with a chuckle.

Well, it was definitely Merlyn Sir Cador was waking to. No one else tended to respond to him with that amount of sass. Either way, it was still strange that she chose to wake him this way. He couldn't understand why she seemed so very desirous, even taking the initial moments of his waking as an opportunity to abandon use of her mouth and move her body upwards. Their loins were soon pressed against each other, and Merlyn moved in such a way as to rub them together repeatedly. Of course, Cador took note of the fact that she'd been pleasuring herself previously─ that was shocking enough to notice even in his groggy state. "Hnn─" he murmured once more. Roughly an hour was how long Merlyn claimed he'd been asleep. She'd slept, but did that really count? "An hour is hardly considered sl─ah!" Well, that statement was never going to finish. Suddenly, Cador skipped the usual tingle leading to ejaculation. He felt in a single moment as if he'd reached the precipice, though that was a feeling he'd come to know in recent weeks. Ravenous really was the word to describe Merlyn currently, wasn't it?

[Apollymi]

Arthur and Guinevere were left to the kitchen and Arthur seemed content to point out Guinevere's use of the term pretty as a descriptor for him. This only made her chuckle as she looked at him. She brought a single finger upwards and shook it from left to right in a slightly chiding manner. "That doesn't work on me, Arthur. You'll have to try a bit harder than that~" she mused at him. What was more, he claimed he'd had enough of the cold, so apparently he wouldn't be having any shaved ice. That was funny to her, but it made sense. The words that fell from her mouth were quintessentially of the north and Zuria as a kingdom. "Sweet summer child~" she uttered. Moving right along she moved to fill her bowl with ice and began perusing the flavor choices looking for her favorite.

At the same time, Emilia head against the wall and soft whispers to herself were soon interrupted. She'd recently finished a sentence but her eyes widened as a familiar voice echoed in her ears. Oh, the shade of color in her face wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. She truly needed to divert. "Tell me you weren't standing there very long. I need to hear those words from you..." she said quickly, oh this was the attitude she'd had when Merlyn had shown up while she was throwing a fit about the castle. As for the bit about not backing down to Guinevere she had only some simple passing words. "In fairness to Guinevere, I have been teasing her pretty unmercifully about Arthur for weeks now. That was likely preemptive," she said knowing the lass' habits just as well as she knew Elyan's. Still she thought it would be quite a while yet before anyone hunted her down. "Lady?!" she seemed almost confused. "I had the sense to bow out with what was left of my dignity. I am sure you did as well... El." Emilia mentioned. Oh, but now she'd gone back to that other habit. She was twisting around a strange of hair between her fingers, violently thinking about this situation, not making eye contact her face still red.

According to Merlin, his sounding sure about everything couldn't be helped. Of course he'd say something like that... it was always him being like that no matter what they were doing. How did she expect him to be any different when it came to sex. Sadly, he'd get no verbal response to that statement a simple eye roll would suffice in giving the lad exactly the kind of sass she meant. And what was this? Apparently she shouldn't be ready to expect any climax which was upon her. "Too smug." she commented. But that would be the last of such comments for a while yet. Why? Her mouth was full in the most common way for that to happen in sexual scenarios. She was allowing her tongue to lash out against him. Sucking with a great deal of fervor. It was strange to think the real version of this lass had turned him down when she was behaving like a horny teen in the moment. But of course, she was left with all that Merlyn didn't want as feelings towards her sibling. As such she was a bit more open to his manipulation. The real Merlyn should be credited, she didn't leave him with an unwilling partner... for what that was worth. Now she only answered in moans with the color of her eyes shifting as more of his power was actively used upon her. Regardless she seemed to be having a good time. Those loins of hers were still wet, or rather were more so than they had been before.

At the same time the real Merlyn was currently at the mercy of the gift her brother had given her. Her own body was yearning for release and satiation. And she was currently taking those things from Sir Cador with no more than a passing thought in mind. Normally, she wouldn't have taken so much without asking, she wouldn't have woken his physical self with her desires. She wouldn't have seemed quite so... starved. But here and now she didn't have much thought left. That future spill from Sir Cador cut his sentence off but Merlyn was moaning and already answering him with snippy commentary. "It isn't real what? Come now... I don't normally leave you speechless~" she said offering the man a wink. Of course, now that he was on the brink, she slid herself further forward, allowing him to push into her while she settled into him. The shifting of her hips wouldn't or rather couldn't stop. And thus, she reached the finish she'd been working towards when he reached his maximum depth, she moaned her finish clamping down on him in the moment.

[Bloodedge]

"Oh?" Duly noted; more effort than that simple retort would be necessary. He could manage that with ease, and in fact, a plan was still stewing in his head. "I did say I was going to end your career, didn't I? I hope you don't think that was how my plan would unfold." Indeed, Arthur's master plan was all but infallible. If anyone could manage to overcome it, it would be Guinevere to do so... but he had hope regardless. As for his rejection of shaved ice, apparently the reason made him something of a summer child. Where had he heard that sort of thing before? Perhaps it was Guin as well? "Well pardon me for being Japanese and... I guess Welsh in this case. Being a Russian Zurian is a handicap, so I won't be having any of that!" was his rebuttal.

Elyan wasn't standing where he was for very long at all. However, he had been standing there just long enough to hear everything important. That was probably what Emilia meant, wasn't it? Considering the state she was in, it was likely best if he answer based on... the grand scheme of things. "I just recently arrived," was all he said. That could have been vague enough to work, or vague enough to fail. No matter which it was, he was content to talk right past it anyway. "Don't offer fairness to Guinevere; I'm certain her count of misdeeds is much greater than anyone else's in this world. And, no, it is not dignity that I left with. It was a thirst for vengeance, as always." As they conversed, Elyan's gaze never left the lass on the verge of a collapse. He knew of her hair-twirling habit, and he knew of one other thing she seemed to be not realizing at all. The simple fact was related to the tone of her skin and the ensemble she wore. "Ahem. Emi, you realize you are a very pale person, yes?"

Too smug, Merlin was. He had every reason to be, as far as the man himself was concerned. Besides, it wasn't as if she would be saying much, if anything else. She was in the middle of the most pleasant act of devouring his manhood in a more intense way than any of those mortals ever managed against his projected self. He really did wonder how much was his effect on her, and how much of it was something entirely different. It all felt incredibly easy in the end. What could Merlyn have done to make her clone behave in such a way? Curious though he was, it took no small amount of effort for Merlin to avoid forcing her head physically. Not doing so was worthwhile in its own way, to be fair. "I'll take all that moaning as a yes. But, you want more than that, don't you?" the man asked, noting that the glow in her eye nearly matched that of his own now. In noticing this, he was naturally staring down into the clone's face as if peering into the soul she didn't properly have. "What's motivating you... Junko?"

Sir Cador wasn't sure why Merlyn had the idea that she didn't normally leave him speechless. Virtually any time they were in one another's company without words being exchanged, that was the primary reason. This was something else, though. This was predation, even... ambush predation, considering how she struck him with insertion the moment he was weakened. She'd almost brought about his end simply by rubbing their bits against each other, but just then, she descended onto his shaft and sank all the way. Could things get worse? Yes. With a clench, the great sorceress Merlyn murdered a man. "Huah─!" Cador gasped, suddenly feeling rather awake as the product of his family jewels poured out into the succubus' depths. What the hell was going on with Merlyn today?