Castle of Loch Ness

[Bloodedge]

"Oh, from the mouth of the woman herself? I'm shocked," Cador said while carrying that same playful tone. He was content to continue moving about as if to stir the succubus' insides, effectively lessening his own stimulation as much as he possibly could. He did know that, in the case of Merlyn, continuation beyond the norm was at least a probability. At this point, he was simply letting Sir Hector catch up while ensuring Merlyn received as much satisfaction as possible. Ah, both of those moments would come quite soon. After all, Hector hardly had it in him to delay another moment─ nor did he feel a need to do so after Merlyn implied the ability Cador knew so well. It was time for the succubus' meal, was it? He would be remiss to do anything but meet her demands, and her clarification led to his belief that things would continue regardless of anyone's climax. With that in mind, all resistance was lost to the red-haired knight. Well beyond the point of continuously leaking preejaculate into Merlyn's mouth, a full expulsion was upon him, heralded by a lengthy moan. Interestingly enough, Sir Hector was not one who participated in many of the mature features of the game Age of Eternity, resulting in a (strangely?) realistic amount of fluid being expelled from his crotch. Cador, of course, had a more plentiful production that began mere seconds afterwards and in a calmer, more adjusted fashion. Regardless of these differences, Merlyn would be receiving the reproductive fluids of two knights at once, at opposite ends of her horizontal body.

The truth? No, that couldn't be right. Arthur had outgrown that childish crush ages ago, right? All he had now was a strong admiration for his sister, and it hardly differed from what he harbored for the other two! Sure, it may not have been the same as his internal rivalry with his twin, or the great appreciation for the maturity of their youngest sibling, but... that didn't mean he wanted this at all! Moreover, what was with that deadpan expression and even more distant demeanor? "It's not the truth!" he insisted yet again. Alas, the young Arthur could not keep his gaze from lowering as Morgan's body did the same. She said she was doing this, and with that, she did. He could feel the embrace of her loins easily enshrouding him beneath the water, and it was only natural that he began throbbing when meeting it. Such was only a physical response to stimulation, right? Why did his eyes even linger? He should have been further insisting, but... what if she was right? He'd be lying if he said he'd never entertained this scenario as a thought, or even dreamed of it once or twice, but that was in the past! Better yet, it was nothing like this; the fantasies of yesteryear were pleasant to both mind and body in his imagination. What if it had been the form of Vivian to approach him this way? Perhaps things would have been very different from the start, though either way, there was no stopping what had already begun. Still, he would plead. "Tell me... that you are, in no way, Hoshimi Rie."

[Apollymi]

Oh, more playful words from Sir Cador came at her teasing amount of honesty. He would find that humorous in some way. She obviously had no intention of letting such a thing stand. She'd take care of momentarily. First there were offerings to take and food to ingest. It seemed that Sir Hector was more than content to give into her demands. She'd never been a particularly demanding person, but... there was a lot to be said about food appearing before oneself. Her eyes flickered upwards as Sir Hector released a surprisingly normal amount of reproductive fluid within her mouth. Though he hadn't played around with his 18+ sliders, her own physiology overrode the regular taste of such things, applying a flavor based on a combination of criteria. He tasted fully ripened strawberries and Merlyn grinned happily as she withdrew swallowing that as well. Such an act made those fluids dissipate within her body and interact with her magical core. The same could be said of that deposited within her undercarriage by Sir Cador which contributed to her own moaning climax. A moment of euphoria would settle in her mind. What an interesting amount of tingling sensation she received as she clamped down upon him and milked him dry from that angle. Still, both would be left with throbbing erections after.

A second of consideration happened and she caught a glimpse of something just out of the corner of her eye... yep, ignoring that. Happy now. Sad later. Yes, she'd adopt that outlook even for herself. "Oh my, how intoxicating... a mix like that could ruin any girl, temptress, or saint~" she mused in a manner most teasing. Oh, yes she was still having quite a bit of fun, even as she shifted herself off of Sir Cador and gave him a playful wink. There was always fun to be had in watching the new reactions of those who got to experience her... perhaps this fell in line with her kinks? Strangely, she'd never considered that she actually enjoyed how very surprised people were the first time they experienced her... hm, she'd need to test this. "Sir Hector has recovered enough now to offer himself as well right? I have a mind to ride him, while offering a different view. At the same time I plan to take my second meal from Sir Cador~" she mused as she took Hector by the hand to place him below her, his back against the waterbed. She planned to mount him backward... And she'd place Sir Cador on his knees before her. Again, she truly didn't mind tasting herself upon his skin, nor did she have any intention of denying herself a second meal. They wanted her to take for herself? She'd do just that, and they could have a great time all the while.

The trio of the observatory sank further, while another sank further. It could be said that Morgan had no problem with what she was doing. She settled into her motions with the same disinterested look on her face. She had a job, she was doing it... and with the least amount of risk to herself or her plan. But the confusion of this man's consciousness was something she didn't really understand. She felt no need to comfort him and instead saw that pleading as alien to nature. "It is the truth. The confusion in you is far too strong for someone who is actually a boy," she said with the most absent face. Yet, she was still moving. She still didn't care, the throbbing of his loins was honest even while he tried to clarify it for his brain. She didn't need to like this, she didn't really care about the sex act itself, only the byproduct was necessity. Everything else was an unnecessary extra. He was pleading still, wanting to know that she really wasn't this person who was his sister. Would he stop whining about it if she explained? She supposed she could but it probably wouldn't make sense to him... if the memories of Vivian were anything to go off of. "That girl and I are not the same person. This body is ours, we came into existence at the same time, but we are not... one person." she said coldy. "I don't have her feelings, softness nor attachments. I am something entirely different and there is nothing she can do about me. I will do what I need to regardless of her. And nothing will change that," she gave an answer which was hardly more detailed than anything else. In truth she didn't care about who she had sex with so long as they counted as King Arthur in the moment. Her hips kept moving and would do so until this boy's body gave in, which it would eventually, then she'd leave. Still, cold, so standoffish, and almost brutal. She bore the face of this lad's sister and had no emotional attachment to him. She wouldn't harm him, if she didn't have to, but this act needed completing regardless of the cost.

[Bloodedge]

How very intriguing. Not only had Merlyn brought about the end of both knights, quicker than one such as Sir Hector could have expected of anyone, but he was quite sure her enjoyment of doing so was through the roof. Well, she did feast on such a thing. It was interesting to note that she took this as such a positive thing, but... he supposed she was a succubus, and seemingly by choice. One could only wonder what abilities were natural, and what abilities were developed over time, whether wondering about skill or enchantment. "Hah─ As far as ruining is concerned, is it even you who should be experiencing it? With just your mouth, I am certain I may never have a satisfying experience with another woman, so long as I live," Hector declared. Cador heard these words while being drained of all the fluids remaining in his urethra, and he could only agree based on his two experiences thus far. "I'm inclined to agree; it seems to be our enchantress' pastime to be the slayer of men," he said, seeming almost winded.

Had Hector recovered enough to offer himself again? She spoke of taking her second meal from Sir Cador while mounting Hector himself, and the only thing he could think was that there was no downtime whatsoever─ not in the transition, but in his state of arousal. It was almost as if he never ejaculated at all, so all he could offer Merlyn was a slight bow of his head to agree. With that, Hector was being guided down until his back met the ever-shifting waterbed, leaving Merlyn easily capable of straddling as she pleased while Cador knelt before the succubus with his erection on full display.

Also on full display at the time, was Morgan's intent. It almost sickened Arthur that he was physically responding to this twisted goal of hers, if only because it was such a terrible thing with such terrible factoids associated with it. Yes, she was Hoshimi Rie. No, she was not Hoshimi Rie. None of that made any sense whatsoever, but Arthur could not pull his mind away from the first simple fact. Was his sister being used as someone's puppet, the way some of the knights were previously enchanted by Queen Kolin? Surely such a thing could be possible. Yes, the true Morgan had to be working through his sister's body! However... she made it seem like the body itself was just as much hers, as it was Vivian's or Rie's. Arthur's mind was near blanked. He couldn't move, he couldn't fight, and he obviously couldn't get anywhere by protesting. It didn't help that he mentally fought with himself over whether this was ever a thing he wanted or not, and if the former... was it still a desire somewhere within his consciousness? No fight was left in his voice as his racing mind became the only thing halting a quicker progression of events. "Why do you even need to do this? Lore? I'm not even King Arthur. I don't have Camelot. Rie... wouldn't do this," he mused, blending the words he shared with Morgan into his own mental workings. There wasn't a single out to this in Arthur's mind, and the thoughts he harbored were even worse than that fact. Perhaps, if nothing else, he could at least understand something for once.

[Apollymi]

Merlyn had done something quite normal for her, but had an experience unlike any other. What would this pair of knights have to say in response to being conquered by the succubus. Of course, there was an interesting point she'd said about being ruined, but... it appeared Sir Hector had something much more candid to say about his own current state. In fact, he claimed that he might be ruined from just the experience of her mouth. Shock! Merlyn looked at Hector with genuine surprise painting her visage. "I... wasn't expecting that," she managed a gentle pink tone painting her face up to her ears. Oh goodness. Sir Hector had gone and done it, he actually managed to embarrass Merlyn. Such a thing was so foreign, she'd joked about it early but here it was, Merlyn feeling honestly sheepish. She really should have looked into this... avoided feeling so out of sorts. Cador wasn't helping matters at all. He felt the same way, and managed to call her a slayer of men. A sudden bout of shyness passed over the lass, but she put on a brave face regardless of her obviously flustered visage. "Merlyn, Guardian of Dreams and Slayer of Men. I might like that," she said and she truly did, but she couldn't help but feel strangely from such an honest appraisal of her personality. "I'm definitely not remotely flustered by honest words of knights and hiding behind flourishing words~" she said that last part with a swiftness that just rolled off her tongue.

Still her wishes were being adhered to, and Sir Hector was now with his back against the water bed. She'd lower herself onto him, giving him a view of her full unmarred backside as he was clamped within the depths of her person. Her body shifted to suit him by her own whims and he'd find himself in that snug embrace taken at a pace which was seemingly slow on purpose. As for Sir Cador. He was in for a bit more teasing in tandem with Sir Hector. Her travels to his manhood would be marked by slow strokes of her tongue. Down his chest, and across his abdomen right to the very tip of him which she flicked with just the tip of her tongue in a manner most teasing while looking up at him with those glowing eyes of hers. Hm, she liked the way he felt against her tongue. She enjoyed pleasing with tongue strokes and lavishing attention upon him. She quite liked the way things tasted. The texture of new skin, smoothness and rigidity. Fleshy bits which moved of their own accord, hm... she was probably like that to start with huh? Textures of things were definitely on her list, how had she forgotten that? She allowed her tongue to play around with Cador, experiencing this sensation for herself as she allowed herself to lower completely connecting to the body of Hector. She'd let that settle for a second before she started to move in earnest, taking a rhythm which let her feel that man within her depths, it was a gyrating motion with only the lightest of lifts.

Those movements continued for Morgan. She truly didn't care about this act she was committed to seeing through. It'd been a long time since she... cared about anything. Since she felt anything. Long existences in this world did nothing for the nature of inhuman beings like herself. So long since she'd long sense forgotten things like attachment and goals and dreams. She was here for a purpose and she'd see it through. Even if in the moment it appeared terrible there were somethings that couldn't be avoided. The world was not kind, implicitly. Some things you had to do now... to be kind later. "Lore?" she questioned the use of the world. Oh... that was the understanding those who came from the other world had from activities of this one in a different time line. Ah yes, ones in which she was painted as the villain. She supposed actions like the ones she was currently part-taking likely seeded that idea into the world. Even so, she kept up her movements, steadily, no pleasure was derived from this for her, but she knew given her body and the slowness of his speech that the boy below her known as Arthur wasn't so cold to the world's doings as she was. She was about to say something quite important. "You have no idea how important names and words are and the power that is associated with them. You named yourself Arthur Pendragon. You took on that which came with the name... whether you understood what that meant at the time or not. Arthur Pendragon is always King of Camelot," she said her explanation was cold as well. Ah, but that inviting feeling inside of her was far from unaccommodating. "Indeed she wouldn't. That girl is far too human to see the whole truth." agreed the fairy in front of him. "I exist for the purpose of doing things the humanity in others wouldn't allow of them. A creature of the world in the most literal sense. Created by it, to carry out its will regardless of the terms. You wouldn't understand it if you don't experience it yourself. There are only a handful of beings in any plane of existence who understand." She hadn't looked into the past of this boy. She didn't know this boy had already seen the World's Executioner in addition to having contact with one of the two World Guides created in part by her own actions.

[Bloodedge]

Ah yes, Guardian of Dreams and Slayer of Men. Bit by bit, Merlyn was developing quite the long list of titles due to her interactions with the Knights of the Round Table. She would keep accruing more and more at the rate she was going, but for now, it seemed the pair of knights she spent her evening with were content to have their enchantress with her current repertoire of epithets. Well, there was also the ease by which they found the succubus flustered beyond all reason. Cador and Hector each wore a satisfied grin, the former's with a bit more intent to tease than the latter's. "Oh? Don't tell us the great sorceress Merlyn has even more weak spots than we thought?" he taunted among Sir Hector's gasps and heaves upon Merlyn's lowering. Cador was far more comfortable with his general attitude in this situation than Hector, and thus, he wouldn't be sparing Merlyn a single moment of entertaining banter. While speaking, he even let his hand follow Merlyn down his torso, sliding along her cheek and eventually resting under her chin as she lapped at his phallus. "My, My. You know, red is a very interesting color on you. It brings out the shape of your eyes, and even the frame of your face. Stay flustered for us, Merlyn, even if you are going to make use of such... flourishes."

Such a wonderful day was ending in such great defeat for Arthur Pendragon. Even if he could move at the moment, he probably wouldn't have bothered doing so. An entire explanation of this world's functionality was upon him. He could follow along, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Yes, names in this world possessed power; that had been made clear to him many times by now. In that case, was it the name Morgan which led to current events? Apparently, the sorceress Morgan had an innate understanding of her other self as well. Rie wouldn't have done this at all, simply because she was far too human to see the truth? Why did she make it seem like this was such a necessity? Could it have been that... because he took the name Arthur, because he solidified his identity as the Future King in this world, the Once King had to die by Mordred's hand as lore dictated? If that were the case, this situation was only made worse. "So the world wants my sister to rape me, and give birth to Mordred... to kill Eri. That's supposed to be for the better? You make it sound like Rie is stupid for not doing something she shouldn't, and... you don't even care about this. Mordred couldn't be anything but my son, huh?" he wondered aloud. Arthur continued musing randomly in such a way; it seemed to be all he had left to give. "I don't get it," he concluded in the most somber of tones.

[Apollymi]

Both of these men were grinning at her currently flustered visage. Of course, this did nothing to stop the lass from being so red in the face. To not think about this very hard, she'd try and distract herself. Hector's phallus entering her person did a rather good job of this, but the obviously teasing face she was being presented by Sir Cador let her know she was not about to be let off the hook. "Who me? With weaknesses... never~" she said in that same teasing tone. Of course, she had dozens, but Merlyn had no intention of telling what they were. They'd either come across them naturally or they'd never get to know. Sir Hector had already found out about her easily flustered nature, and Sir Cador had gotten to understand her guilt and well, her general nature. Ah, Dagonet was already familiar with her sadness... it seemed like she was already almost fully on display for the Knights of the Roundtable. Yep, she definitely... Her mind had been running but she found that hand of Sir Cador's meeting the side of her face. More teasing words... right? Wrong. Compliments. He liked the way she looked while flustered. The color complimented the shape of her eyes and face?! The blush on her intensified as her tongue ran along the length of his shaft. Those movements of her hips had already begun to add to the gentle pulsing of her nether as she finished the simple teasing tongue lashing. "It's almost unfair, to ask something like that after giving so many compliments. Even a great sorceress won't know what to do~" she mentioned softly. Still... there was nothing but a playful light in those glowing eyes of hers. In turn for his bad behavior, Merlyn took Sir Cador's manhood all the way down to the depths of her throat, while shifting her tongue around it. A gentle swallowing motion would occur within her throat once he reached her depths and she would look up at him one more with that reddened face, still... she was nothing but pleased over all. Sir Hector wasn't forgotten in the least either, she kept moving her hips enjoying him beneath her as the bed moved in gently rolling waves.

While Merlyn continued to take advantage of the situation, Arthur suffered, mostly due to the work of his own mind. The woman in his lap didn't provide him anything painful other than his thoughts and she didn't even enjoy the idea of torturing him. Her movements were still mechanical and her work was still undone and it would be until this action was complete. Still, she'd persist more than any other, but hearing his words about what she said caused a scoff from this highest order fairy. "This exact kind of conclusion is why those who see don't explain. That is such a human interpretation... its so very... short-sighted," she said as if she was completely unamused. She understood fully now why this lad didn't have extra information at all. Telling him was pointless if he was going to settle on such things without even considering what was beyond his singular way of thinking. "I didn't imply she was stupid. I stated she was and is too human. She would have made the choice to spare those she was attached to in exchange for literally everyone else. Such is a mistake bred by the selfishness of humanity. And the child simply had to be spawned of King Arthur. I didn't have to be you... I didn't expect it to be you... and I would have done the same thing if it wasn't you I found here," she was rather cold in this interpretation. But letting a few suffer some trauma to do what was needed by the world was far from immoral to her. She was still moving, and it was still aiming to make get this lad to finish this little exchange. "I don't expect you to get it. Let it go. So, I can go."

[Bloodedge]

"Never?!" Cador responded, his mock state of surprise returning yet again. Redder still was Merlyn, and the Spirit Knight was absolutely relishing in it. His teasing would obviously continue, marked by the gentle caress of his forefinger against her cheek, and truly along the entire side of her face. He may have been teasing, but he wasn't lying; Cador did fancy the way Merlyn looked with such an obvious blush on her face. "Dear Merlyn, there is only one thing to do. Keep showing that face. The redness even makes your mouth looks better when it's full of me~" he spoke further as her lips finally closed around him. Oh, but Cador had put himself in a bit of danger. Merlyn wouldn't simply end her tongue-tease; no, she was going for quite the advancement right away. While still flushed, she brought about the disappearance of Cador's manhood with her mouth and throat. At his base, he could feel her tongue wafting against his flesh, and at his tip was an additional embrace brought about by her swallowing. Cador couldn't resist a sharp inhale and deep sigh as a result, effectively silencing his pestering for a spell.

What of Hector? Once more, he was reduced to a nigh-mindless drone. He thought the work of her mouth would be the end of him, but he was still very much affected by Merlyn's physiology... and her womanhood was a far worse demon to face. Utmost confidence with a careful approach; such had always been Hector's way in combat. Such methods would do him no good here. Sadly, Hector could be neither confident nor calculated; it was as if he were bedding a dozen women in unison. The poor Sword Saint's face was contorting repeatedly as Merlyn's irriguous undercarriage ensnared him by the groin, smothering him in its slick warmth. Everything was wonderful, awful, and oh so terrifying. "Lady Merlyn, I beg your pardon, but─" Well, Hector's sentence went unfinished, but his intentions were clear. The second peak of Sir Hector was reached with haste and deposited into Merlyn's canal... yet still, he felt fully vitalized in the immediate aftermath? Yes, this would truly trivialize any future experiences the Sword Saint had. . .

Yet another clairvoyant woman in Arthur's life would deem it pointless to provide him answers this day. It seemed to be his destiny, being in the dark about these matters. What wasn't he seeing? What good would ever come of following the world's will, with no morals of one's own applied? The way Rie would have approached the situation was the right way, wasn't it? One's responsibility was to care for their loved ones, and others of the world were held to the same compass in a general way, right? "She's always been like that. That's why I─" No. Now wasn't the time to dwell on childish thoughts... but wasn't it? Selfishness did breed selfishness, but surely certain forms had to be deemed acceptable. Regardless of Arthur's existing thought pattern, there was a matter of greater importance here. If not him, his twin would have been the target of this approach. Wasn't it good that it was him, instead of her? Yes, of course it was... but why was he wondering the reason for said goodness? Perhaps it was good because he was the target here. No, that couldn't be right! It was good because his twin didn't have to go through this, yes! More at war with himself than with Morgan, Arthur closed his eyes in defeat. 'Why did I have to come here?' he wondered mentally. Oh well; this wouldn't last much longer. Maybe it would be Arthur himself who fell at the hands of Mordred due to the current situation, and this wouldn't become even more complex over time. Yeah... that would be nice.

[Apollymi]

Cador truly seemed to enjoy the flush on Merlyn's face, and though she was pleased, she truly wondered what he got out of such an expression. It was so innately human she'd almost forgotten what it was like until Sir Hector earlier in the day. "Never~" she chimed in response to his playful questioning. Still, there was work to be done, and even after she closed her mouth around him, he claimed he liked the way her face looked. One of the many things she enjoyed about this man was the fact that he was always full of cheeky, distracting commentary. Still she gained ample satisfaction as she swallowed him down and heard the sharp intake of breath and that gentle sigh that followed. At least he still liked what was happening, as such she'd continue, applying more pressure with her jaws while she tongue wrestled his phallus within the warmth of her mouth. She intended to use him like a straw at this point, making sure that he'd be far enough out of her mouth by the time he finished that she could taste him as well. She couldn't help that her face was still red, even so, she would be far from upset about it for the time being.

That man who'd claimed to be done in by Merlyn's mouth alone, was experiencing her in a way that very few had. That sensation she got from him locked within her person was knowledge of his impeding demise. His words even stated as much. A wicked little smirk crossed those still full lips but she turned gently and gave the man a wink. Her own body tightened around his claiming everything he expelled within him. He was still throbbing within her and her own magic pulsed outward. That finish gave her much more power and fed her as she aimed to take that same power from the tip of Sir Cador for her second meal of the day. She was now moaning across his manhood as her nether claimed Hector still buried deep within herself. Her own climax was something which came in waves and caused her hips to come to a gentle stop, though it did nothing to stop the pulsing of her within. These poor knights would be milked dry.

Strangely, Merlyn wasn't the only one trying to milk someone. The still moving Morgan was far from as amused though. It seemed the truths she gave Arthur weren't in keeping with his understanding. She expected all of this but it was far from ideal to have him thinking so much that his body was distracted. Still, as far as dangers to her physical self were concerned this was a much better match than the one she prepared for. "Yes she has always been like that, which is why she wouldn't make the decision that was right for humanity. A person too selfish to sacrifice is only helpful to the targets of that selfishness," she said as if this made the most sense. Perhaps with her lack of human emotion by this point, she fully understood the necessity of her inhuman logic. The good of the herd, the good of the pack, the good of all. What was the temporary suffering of a few compared to that? Those movements continued and the lad seemed to gain less resistance, not physical but mental? Perhaps knowing that she would have targeted any form of King Arthur helped him a bit? Maybe knowing that the one he considered his sister wouldn't have harmed him in this way was helpful? Maybe he liked the idea of sacrificing himself by comparison. "Because you were meant to be here, the same with every person who comes here. The world needs them here so they come..." she said answering the question he didn't ask but was clear in his heart. She wasn't intending to be helpful to him, but her own logic made it seem to her that he was searching for an answer, and the sooner he got it, the sooner she got what she came here for. "Now, let go..." it was a request, but it came out more like a command. She got nothing from doing this, and his resistance was futile. He might as well surrender this and think on his own after the fact.

[Bloodedge]

Poor, poor Hector. He was at a loss for words, a loss for thought, a loss for anything but the satisfaction his loins experienced by the simplest of movements from a succubus. He was completely helpless, and it was incredible. Wasn't it Hector's intention to provide for Merlyn this night? He supposed that was happening anyway, but there had to be something more he could do. After all, Merlyn's movements only halted for a moment as she achieved her own climax. At the very least, Hector could use the movements of this waterbed to help his overly-relaxed muscles allow a bit of thrusting from below. Perhaps that was the point of the waterbed after all?

Meanwhile, Sir Cador was receiving Merlyn's demands due to the very nature of her being. What a treacherous thing the orgasm of a succubus was. It was only fair that he and Sir Hector were at the same point, which made yet another reason to refrain from any resistance. It didn't take much for Cador to understand this feeling. Ejaculation was quickly approaching, yet not at all in a natural way. Still... he wouldn't have been far from it anyway, and if it was Merlyn's wish to orally receive his seed already, then so be it. "Fine, fine. Have this one on me, Merlyn," he said. She was already sucking as if she intended to draw it out of him anyway, so he'd let loose a plentiful expulsion. Of course, his demeanor still hadn't shifted a bit. His hand would cup her chin properly, his thumb and forefinger each against a cheek, as if to goad the succubus into offering a bit of a show with her mouth afterwards.

More words were spoken, and less sense registered in the mind of Arthur. The question why repeated so many times in his mind, and for so many different reasons. Oh, wonderful─ she was even answering the questions of his mind now, was she? There was hardly a thing left that could surprise the blonde male. At this point, the only remaining shock would come from Morgan deciding to dismount him, and leave this entire plan behind. Would that happen? No; he was sure it wouldn't. The way she straddled him was undoubtedly the strangest thing about this entire scenario. They were within a bathtub filled with hot water that wafted with Morgan's every movement. It was among the more romantic scenes Arthur could have imagined under different circumstances, and yet Morgan's every movement was so very mechanical. She was devoid of all emotion, truly as if he could have been a simple sex toy attached to a portable sperm bank. By the end of it all, Arthur and Morgan looked more like siblings than ever before, both being an equal amount of dead behind the eyes. "That's cool. A world of puppetry sounds right up my alley anyway. Whatever," he concluded. Surely being at the other end of marionette strings was to be his fate in any reality─ only in a more literal sense in this world. At present, he could hardly bring himself to care, and so... he was done even trying to hold back. She could have what she sought, just as easily as it would be let loose during masturbation. Indeed, there wasn't a sign on Arthur's face, yet his seed was spilled into the fairy's womb. All the while, his thoughts continued along the same repeating cycle. . .

[Apollymi]

Hector might have been at a loss, but it seemed he wouldn't remain that way for long. Even as the gentle movements of Merlyn came to a halt the Sword Saint seemed to gather himself enough to use the bed as leverage and move beneath her knocking into her from below after her initial climax. Her eyes widened gently, what a wonderful sensation!~ What was more the hand of Sir Cador, shifted around her face as he claimed to give into the sensations she provided him. How nice of him. His seed was received with her mouth and danced over her tongue in the quantities she'd become more accustomed to, still, that hand on her lower jaw hinted at something odd. He wanted to see? Well, who was she not to comply, especially when he said her name so sweetly before? Her head tilted back ever so gently her tongue extended just a bit to show that white sticky mess splayed throughout her mouth for just a moment. What an interesting contrast it had to be given the red tint of her face and the startling glow of those magenta eyes. He could gawk until he was satisfied and then she'd swallow without hesitation, after all, she was here to devour these two until well into the night. "Sir Hector it seems, has fully realized the divinity of my waterbed~" Merlyn mused in that teasing tone. And though much time had passed, it was hardly time for her to stop. "I've had two tasty meals tonight~ If that one was on Sir Cador, I'm sure I should be returning such a favor... It would please me to do so~" she mused as her hips shifted to meet the upward thrusts of Sir Hector as she shifted just a little to look at him over her shoulder. "Still, he's been so insistent that this is for me. I'm not sure how I should provide it~" It was her turn now to tease, it might not amount to anything given how Sir Cador was, but... it would surely work to keep her busy for the next few moments as they progressed through the night.

At the same time, some progress was finally being made on Morgan's part. The longer she moved in this lad's lap, the closer she got to her previously planned goal. Though it was obvious the lad wouldn't fully understand what was going on in this world, some things simply had to be. Ah, but he looked so distressed. Even as he spoke she could feel his confusion. If she'd been a bit less the way she was, she might have cared enough to try and help him through this moment of confusion. If she'd been a bit more Rie or Vivian she might have actually tried to seduce him. But she'd been in this world far too long to care about things like romance... especially when she already knew how she would always been seen by this world and every other one. No... this way was better. "You still do not understand, but that is fine. You will eventually," she said while studying his face. Her movements came to a halt as her womb was filled. She'd already prepared for this moment and just as randomly as she had appeared within this tub... she disappeared to do whatever was coming next for her. She'd leave Arthur with his thoughts and nothing else. An entity of the world, she had no desire to interact with the younger brother of this body beyond this interaction. It wasn't her place in this world or any other.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, what a show. Cador fully expected the succubus to acquiesce to his whim and open her recently-filled mouth, but she did so with a bit more flare than he could have anticipated. The grin he wore while watching her tongue slip out was less teasing, and more... content. "Good girl~" he chimed after taking a bit of additional satisfaction for himself by this method. "That may have been for me. Do remind me to return the favor, my wonderful seductress~" Ah, the unending tease was back. As Merlyn went about swallowing the load in her mouth, Cador's hand shifted once more, his fingertip pressed ever so gently under her chin.

Strange though it may have been, Hector found the motivation to participate in Merlyn's banter for once. Had he found the 'divinity' of this waterbed? Well, it could be given credit for being helpful in his efforts, if nothing else. Alas, he found it all too easy to disregard the bed's structure when offering his praises. "Non, non. I can hardly claim the bed is to blame. I do believe Sir Cador has the right of it. Femme fatale may be the word you were looking for," he said, his final words offered to the Spirit Knight. "Femme fatale? Yes, I rather enjoy that. Fitting, isn't it Merlyn?" Cador chimed. Pity, Merlyn thought to return whatever favor she thought Cador offered her. There would be no such thing, not here, not tonight. The two knights exchanged glances across the succubus, both coming to another silent agreement. "Hmm. You can return the favor by letting us spoil you rotten~"

No, Arthur did not understand. Yes, perhaps he would eventually. Right this moment, none of that mattered. The questions never ended, but were never spoken. Everything happening here was so surreal, so disturbing, he couldn't say another word at all. The most Arthur could do was stare into the face of Morgan, failing to find any sign of emotion in her visage even as she completed her ultimate goal in finding him today. If he ever managed to say anything, it wouldn't have mattered; Morgan was gone just as quickly as she'd arrived initially. During all that, he never even saw a semblance of ability to reason with the woman. Perhaps that was the most disturbing fact after all. In the aftermath, Arthur continued sitting motionless in the bathtub. His head leaned against the edge of it, and even though he could eventually move again... he didn't. The water would turn cold over time; oh well. For the foreseeable future, all Arthur would know, would be the ceiling of the castle's master bathroom.

[Apollymi]

Merlyn was learning all sorts of new things about herself. Well, that wasn't entirely true, on the day they'd left Zuria she'd been somewhat inclined to believe she'd enjoy playing a bit of a pet to one such as Sir Cador. Of course, this was marked by a certain term which he uttered in the moment with a look of content upon his face. Maybe that was it? Being the object of many sexual desires, she did actually enjoying pleasing. In the case of these knights such a thing would come with a reflexive tightening of her nether around Sir Hector. Ah, and Sir Hector~ His words most recently came in response to her banter. "Oh? I was a bit worried Sir Hector had all but forgotten speech~ Femme Fatale? Me? Hm..." she playfully gave it some consideration. Of course, such a thing could be applied to her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she couldn't just take it. There was something looming over the world which such a title belonged to... how interesting. "It seems to win for me... oh, so long as Sir Hector says it in that lovely French Accent of his~" she said giving the man another wink. Sounds hitting her ears differently seemed to do a great deal of work for her. She probably should have considered that before. To return that favor though, apparently this pair wished to continue spoiling her, on to the point of rottenness. "Spoiled rotten by my two favorite knights? I suppose I'd be remiss to turn down such an opportunity~ Come then~" she mused and as such they'd continue on into the night.

Long after all of that, as Arthur stared at the ceiling of the master bath, there would be Merlyn. She... lying in bed, unsleeping because she was not capable of the action. Instead of looking up at a blank ceiling, she stared up into the starry sky. That was over at least, but even as she happy enjoyed what she could assume to be the warmth of two bodies in her gently oscillating bed, she couldn't help the guilt of her conscience. Merlyn, was not human in any reasonable sense, not anymore at least. But she wasn't as emotionally detached as the other creatures of the world. She loved mankind and felt a special attachment to the ones she helped along. As such, she felt a plaguing sense of dread any time she let something happen to one of them even if it would benefit everyone else. Even knowing how it would turn out in the end... no one wanted those they cared for to suffer. 'Maybe I was already more human than I realized. It's really quite selfish to want them to only have a good time,' The thought passed over her mind as she stared up. 'A bit of depression isn't so bad when you have someone to pull you out of it.' She rationalized to herself. 'At least he won't just try and kill himself like I did so many times...' Her line of thought continued. 'Still... I'm worried. There's a storm in my vision,' she said once again looking towards that name. 'And I can't see through it.'

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, there was a body on either side of Merlyn at the night's end. Sir Hector slept soundly, though the same couldn't be said of Sir Cador. The Spirit Knight meant no slight against Merlyn, but sharing beds had become something of an uncomfortable thing for him, beyond the night's major events. He slept not like the log that was Hector at present, but more like a kitten. Even the movements of the waterbed were keeping him from proper slumber. Intermittently, he sighed. One truth was blatantly obvious to the purple-haired male, and it was the simple fact that he wasn't the only one awake in this room. It was an easy thing to notice, since all he heard was the gentle snoring of Hector, while Merlyn's breathing hadn't changed at all─ and that, he could feel through the arm he had slung around the succubus. "Merlyn, you could at least pretend," he muttered. "It's very difficult to slip out of the room while not being the only one awake. Don't tell me our intentions are shared." If both were awake, Cador thought he may as well spark up a conversation. He wasn't going to be sleeping any time soon, and he hadn't seen Merlyn legitimately doing so while watching her cell for consecutive days; she likely never did. "Back to being troubled already?"

[Apollymi]

How interesting was it, that Sir Cador also wasn't sleeping? Well, she supposed it made sense enough in context. He'd probably also be the one to realize that Merlyn couldn't have slept even if she wanted to. A smile spread across her face as she heard his voice, break the gentle snores of Sir Hector and beyond that the internal monologue she'd been undertaking for quite a while. To his statement that she could have pretended he was indeed right, but there was hardly a point. "I could have, but I didn't know if that would set you at ease or not. It's hardly slipping out if we are both aware of what's happening~" she mused ever so softly. Were their intentions the same? Maybe... maybe not. Merlyn didn't always know how she should behave around others, or how her interference would be received. Moreover she found herself at least distracted just a little and she knew for a fact that Hector was deep enough in sleep that a little conversation wouldn't wake him. What was asked of her was if she was back to being troubled already... well, that was complicated as a question. "Oh, what a loaded question that is~" she stated that voice of hers teasing as always. "I worry my new take on life, might be a bit too cruel. Arthur may take a while yet to find his light..." she said softly. "I found out what happened to my twin. It's about what I expected..." she mused. "There is a blind spot in my clairvoyance and I find that frightening." she mentioned softly. Yes, that about covered what was going on in the mind of Merlyn right just now.

[Bloodedge]

"Of course it wouldn't. Still, it may have been worth a try." Cador put forth a bit of effort to prop himself up using his elbow. He hadn't expected a waterbed to be so difficult for anything other than intercourse, but the intense movements of it were a slight hassle. Regardless, he managed to settle and gaze upon Merlyn from a slightly higher angle as they spoke. Merlyn went on to explain the goings-on of her mind, and it was quite a lot to take in. "Arthur's light? You're rather preoccupied with our king's mental wellness. Be mindful of your own light, Merlyn; don't let it fizzle out while you keep track of someone else's spark. As for your twin, I'm assuming it isn't a very pleasant story." Oh, the troubles of the immortal races. Cador didn't envy Merlyn having to deal with so many trials, but he also figured she could have taken more care of herself instead of worrying for others so much. Ah well; perhaps there was another quirk to living for eternity, one he couldn't realize without doing so. Moving on though, there was the matter of a gap in Merlyn's Clairvoyance. That was strange, but surely no clairvoyant individual could be without fault, right? Could this have been the first of such experiences for Merlyn? "Is that so strange? I've met many seers whose abilities were... occasionally lacking. Are you so used to knowing everything, that a single blind spot is frightening?"