Finis Chaldea

[Apollymi]

Further claims of kindness came from Gilgamesh. Artoria wouldn't deny that his actions were kind, she only had issue with never having asked for such a thing. Of course, it was common knowledge that she did not ask for anything, most who knew her, knew this fact. Perhaps in time, the King of Heroes would completely understand, that seemed to be his aim regardless of what Artoria sought from him regardless.

Speaking of seeking, that finger near her mouth was bitten down on again, as her hips began seeking further stimulation that she could barely tolerate to start with. It did not help at all that Gilgamesh was still teasing at her apex while she began feeling that pressure building within her person. Those careful hinging motions of his manhood felt like, stirring and did not help her demeanor at all. According to the man above her, she was insufferable for claiming no defiance while defying him in a very specific way... What was more she was now looking up into his face and seeing him, grin? She liked that didn't she? "I will no hear talks of my audacity from the likes of you..." she chided but she couldn't actually mean that. The thought of him exerting himself was a bit appealing wasn't it? She knew she probably couldn't even look like she meant her last set of words. Her flushed face managed to look astounded as she realized that little twinkle in his eye and that look on his face were things she appreciated. In addition to her general appreciation of his body and his personality. 'Fuck!' her thoughts were swears again and out of her mouth came moans instead of words. So, close to that threshold she could not stop her body from chasing it. Just a few moments, just a little more as pulses of her core aimed to cling to that beast which had invaded her body so recently. That feeling to clenching which had been happening periodically throughout their time together today, happened around something of a massive girth and when it did, the dam finally burst forth. "GIL!~" Just that that name shortened as it was, while her hand clutched at his back and those gentle movements of her hips came to a halt. There were stars in her vision now, she could feel the contractions of her body internally seeming to enjoy the size and shape of that which she finished around. That was good. Too good. She couldn't hear. There were tingles spreading down her entire body as her core relaxed but she could still feel him through that part of her body. There was added slickness, she'd stopped breathing. She couldn't see. No. That was stupid, her eyes were just closed again. This man did terrible things to her. Great? Yes, but absolutely terrible.

[Bloodedge]

Lies. Artoria said many times that she would hear nothing about her audacity from him, but in truth, she'd never hear the end of it. Her insolence truly knew no bounds, and while such was often a thing to dislike, this particular instance could almost have it be treated as a compliment. The mere idea that he could and would exert himself against this woman was titillating. Soon, it would be far more than an idea. "You, Artoria Pendragon, will hear a great many things. For the foreseeable future, most of it will be your own voice," he insisted. Lo and behold, the Queen of Knights' voice was the only sound reaching the walls of this room immediately thereafter. She did nothing but moan in satisfaction for several moments, while he was awarded the sensation of her walls collapsing around his girth. With a shout of his name, one could jest that she thought to bring down the room's walls as well... but more imperative was Artoria's body, interior and exterior, grasped at him. "H'oh?" he uttered smugly. As her nether convulsed around his shaft, it throbbed in response. How audacious, to even think of converging on him so brazenly.

Oh? Even worse yet, the Queen of Knights seemed to have left her eyes closed. Well then, it was high time his hand abandoned its previous location, so both could be utilized for a greater purpose. Artoria had been gnawing on her finger this entire time, so one of Gilgamesh's hand would take that wrist and hold it against the bed next to her face. He bore his weight against it, using the leverage to lift his torso by a small amount. His other hand grasped Artoria by the side, as if to keep her smaller frame steady for what was to come. "Close not your eyes, O' Impossible Queen. You will never witness the ram priming itself to tear down your city wall," he quipped. With this and the movement of his own body, Gilgamesh thought to bring attention to a single thing. Between them was a path, a clear line of sight toward the point of contact between their lower bodies. "Do not be taken by surprise when you are under siege," Gilgamesh added. His desire was for the queen to watch, to first see the bulk of his length not yet buried in her loins. He wanted her to know with certainty that a greater girth remained just beyond her walls, and then... it would begin. He'd force himself deeper and deeper, that snug fit making it nigh impossible to do so with anything resembling haste. He'd leave an open view as petals contorted around an invasive force that stretched them apart, and he'd take great glee in knowing it was happening. When he would stop this forward movement was yet to be determined, but he knew for certain that he'd soon have his work cut out for him if things were like this already.

[Apollymi]

What was he saying? She'd hear a great many things, mostly her own voice. Well... she could see how that might happen. Though that did not change the fact that Artoria had no inclination of taking teasing from this man lying down, regardless of her current positioning. Oh... right, she'd heard just her own moans and the sound of her shouting his name. That was definitely going to come up again later. Her body seemed to enjoy that which had found itself buried within, and what was more... his girth seemed to pulse back in the most enticing way. Oh? She could truly enjoy such a thing from him right at the moment. Even with her eyes closed. Of course, she wouldn't be allowed a simple moment to gather her wits. This man was ruining her life and pinned her arm to the bed. She needed that...

Ah, but there was something else, her eyes fluttered open and she was instructed to look down? She would not see him priming himself for tearing down her city walls? Well, that wasn't going to go over well, was it? Well, if this was war, she would not be taken by surprise. Her eyes travelled down and she took in the sights. So much of him was outside of her still... she was right to question how such a thing would work. Even in a moment like this she barely had words to share. "Ugh... why do you mean that the way I took it," she practically moaned those words. Already steadied, already pinned... she could do nothing but watch with anticipation as he forced his way inward. That tight squeeze of her depths, would only continue. When would he stop? She also had no idea, but her body was stretching ever so gently, for each glorious centimeter he gave, she would be found adjusting and accommodating. Ah, it was so tight though, the friction alone would likely kill her. She was certain of it. 'Fuck, fuck... to the death then,' she was thinking this exact word over and over again. "I do not remember giving permission for you to look so pleased about it," a little bite was left in the Queen yet. Even as her face remained reddened and she practically swooned from the extra sensation. Such a force when it finally became situated could definitely bring about her end, she could feel it with each pulse he made towards the end of her. That hand on the back of his neck contorted itself, pressing finger tips into skin as if she needed to relieve the pressure bearing down on her in some way. Teeth grazed her bottom lip as she felt every movement and pulse. This had to be what was intended, and it was amazing and horrifying at the same time. Seconds seemed like hours and eternity was stretching beyond her own understanding. Stretch, stretch, stretch... it was as if her body was willing to do what she asked. Still she could not look away, this joining of bodies as her internal walls collapsed around him was truly a sight to beheld. She was certain she never would have liked this with someone else, a secret victory for the King of Heroes that she would never express, well not aloud anyway... surely her body's acceptance of him was enough right? Eventually he'd reach the end of her, eventually, she was acutely aware of the length of his manhood having handled it so directly for so long before, logic said something so large would not fit within her person, but physics was apparently not as limited in this world as it was in the other...

[Bloodedge]

She had no use for that hand, unless her long-term intention was to bite her own finger off. They were only just getting started, and Gilgamesh had much more to offer─ not the least of which involved insertion. Now, why did he deliver those words the way she would have processed them? Simply put, it was easy to understand how Artoria related one thing to another in her mind. She lived two lives, and both were dedicated to killing in some way. One should presume much time was required to cease such comparisons, but for the time being, he spoke in these terms because Artoria would not need to waste time translating for herself. "My message is understood this way, no? Fear not. In time, you will speak the language of debauchery without need of a filter," he declared.

With that, the agonizing thrust proceeded. Even Gilgamesh was nearly caught wondering if he would be crushed by this act, but even that would not stop him pushing forward. "H'oh?" he uttered when Artoria spoke aloud. That became the determining factor, causing his thrust to stop. Only halfway, it seemed, but there was now purpose in halting. "Why not should I be pleased? Look at you. Your reddened face should be likened to the sun, as dawn and dusk occur in unison." Gilgamesh spoke while removing the hand from Artoria's side, placing it upon her cheek. His smile was not quite so arrogant, but instead somewhat... appreciative in nature. "That sun now falls on the stoic Knight-Queen, and simultaneously rises to greet a newborn woman." The king's thumb moved just slightly, rubbing her cheek as his palm remained steady. His thrust may have stopped moving forward, but nothing could stop the constant throbbing of his member while it was being squeezed half to death. At this rate, he didn't have to move at all; this snug fit alone was already superior to outright plunging into some random jezebel. "I can do naught but appreciate the sight, even as it makes me want to fire volleys into the sun until it bursts into an unrecognizable form. You may rejoice. It seems I have more restraint than even I thought possible."

[Apollymi]

It was true that Artoria, or rather Hoshimi Eri understood most things in terms of violence. What she did not expect was for such a notion to be applied to speech as it left the mouth of Gilgamesh simply for the purpose of clarity. "Yes, I understood... and I will speak how I wish!" Artoria made such a proclamation knowing full well half of what she wanted to say where swears. Whatever the case, she was content to take more and more of this man into her depths. It was strange that it worked, but also fine that it did. She could enjoy this tight push up to her person. 'I really should kill him for this...' she thought though admittedly her expression was much softer than she meant for it to be. Maybe she should be working towards not thinking about things violently? Well, it was a work in progress for another time.

Right now though, that push forward had stopped but her insides hadn't stopped pulsing in response to those constant throbs. Her body spilled forth in response lubricating further and giving her that same tingling sensation she'd been experiencing all day. She really could get used to that. What she couldn't get used to however was the sudden shift in Gilgamesh, well shift might have been too strong a word, for the gentleness he always seemed to have ready specifically for her. He appreciated the shifts in her person, her reddened face and the subtle falling of the Knight-Queen into some other form of being. Ugh, why was he like this? There was even a gentle hand on her cheek and a less arrogant smile on that face of his. She liked that, she cut her eyes to the side for just a moment looking more embarrassed than one should while having someone buried partway into their body. That gentle pulse of hers seemed to increase with the beating of her heart. "You still have flowers falling out of your mouth," she murmured almost squirming. Her own hand shifted from his back to the side of his face. "Surprisingly enough, I do not mind the look on your face right now, so I shall accept," she mentioned. There was something both enticing and torturous about this lack of movement, she felt herself aiming to shift of her own accord inviting him further into her body than he'd taken upon himself to go. Still it was rather tight as an endeavor, she wondered if it would always be this way or if more would eventually come with greater ease. Even if movement did not come, she could easily find herself moved to bliss, staring at him as such with her insides taking on the brunt of the work...

[Bloodedge]

It seemed there would be a few moments of stop-and-go between these two on the eve of their first night together. Gilgamesh did not mind this; he found it built anticipation wonderfully. Better yet was the banter between them, full of snark and defiance as it always had been. Artoria would speak how she wished, she insisted. He disagreed. From his current perspective, she would speak coherently only when he took pause, lest she have nothing but swears and his own name to utter. Aloud though, he had something quite different to declare. "If that is what you believe," he said.

Apparently, flowers continued to fall from his mouth. That line never made sense from the likes of her. All his life, he'd spoken in such a way. Where had she gotten the thought of flowers? Well, it didn't really make much of a difference how she addressed his speech. She knew he meant every spoken word; that was the important thing. Moreover, her hand traveled from his neck to his face, mimicking the king's own gesture of adoration as she addressed the look on his face. Oh? What sort of expression was he wearing? Gilgamesh himself could only wonder, though only for a moment before brushing it off with a snort. According to Artoria, she'd accept his manner of speech and whatever accompanied it. "Hmph," he scoffed, the throb of his shaft intensifying in the same moment. "Do not speak of acceptance. There is but one thing you must accept for now, and the rest would follow suit. However, it seems your body is now the insufferable one keeping me at arms length. I do wonder, shall I teach it a lesson?" Indeed, it was not only his desire to stop moving. In truth, it was with no minor difficulty that he reached the depth he was currently found nestled in. Ah, but it would be so simple to go against that insolent body of Artoria's. How much restraint could be considered too much?

[Apollymi]

In these brief moments of pause, Artoria was allowed reprieve and enough time to clear her own mind. This was likely for the best, given the state of her mind when they were engaged. Even knowing this information, she did not appreciate the taunting little jabs of Gilgamesh. Or maybe, she did? Well, even that softer statement she took as an implication, whatever the case, she supposed she could let it go. "I am wary when you are agreeable," she murmured. Obviously, she only spoke his name or swears during moments of intimacy because that was all she had to say. She'd take no defiance from a man half-buried within her body right at the moment. One day, she'd be able to make that claim from a different position with some level of surety. Until then, she'd keep in mind that she should try and remember basic life functions like speech and such when they were together as such.

That rather sweet gesture and the softer words of Artoria Pendragon brought about a strange reaction from the Golden King. Apparently he thought to only allow a small noise to escape his lips but the throbbing of his manhood increased within. How should she interpret that, dishonest words but an honest physical response. 'Fuck, I cannot even be smug about it,' she thought as a moan escaped her lips. That feeling was strangely delightful. This man's claims reached her ears, even through her thoughts. Her body was keeping him from reaching deeper, now he took issue with its rebellion, she could almost laugh at the notion. "I will speak of what I wish. Though, I do find irony in you finally taking issue with this treacherous body of mine, only when it will not comply with your demands~" she said those words and they might have been more teasing than she meant them to be. Still, she could not help but think he was getting exactly the sort of problem he'd been placing in this very body the entire time they'd known each other. Ah, but there was a question on the table, should he teach her body a lesson? Well, he was the only one fit to address whatever issue he took with her currently. "As for the lesson, you were the one who taught it to rebel, fixing such an issue is yours alone to undertake," she mused slightly. That was consent, she was fairly certain. She did not mind the things she was undertaking with the King of Heroes, and she trusted him with the version of herself she was unsure of.

[Bloodedge]

Artoria had every reason to be wary. They did not agree aloud so casually. Her cautious approach to this agreement was well-warranted simply because he had no intention of allowing her to be so openly vocal... well, not most of the time anyway. He'd be ever so bored if he couldn't hear her insistent mannerisms here and there. Whatever the case, the time had come to make a grand decision. What would be done with the body Artoria herself regarded as treacherous? Firstly, a moment of fair humor was shared between them as they agreed on her body's malevolent behavior. Of course he would take issue with it now, as opposed to all other times thus far. "It previously sided with me, so it goes without saying that I would look upon it kindly. However, I do not take kindly to being stabbed in the back. The price must be paid."

What would the price he spoke of be? He'd have his way, of course, by force if need be. Consent was given by the Queen of Knights against her physical form, and consent would be taken as such. He taught it to rebel against Artoria, but it would learn what it meant to do so against him after being accepted into his midst. "Hmph. Then I will hear no complaints," he said. With that, Gilgamesh began moving again. Now was the time of abandon, reckless in nature enough to apply the full force of penetration. Picking up from zero momentum led to the same resistance as before. This time however, he did not care to be kept back from it. The whole of his rod would find its home─ damned be any opposing grip, or even any rear wall in his way. No defenses had been allowed; no defenses would be accepted. He'd continue pushing forward even at risk of Artoria's own consciousness, though he doubted she of all people would collapse under even this. She would undoubtedly persevere, but Gilgamesh did wonder exactly how she would rise to the occasion. So, of course, he watched her face just as intently as he always did.

[Apollymi]

It seemed there was some amusement shared between this pair at the nature of her body. Artoria was never truly sure how her words were being taken even in a context like this one. So, it'd become quite relieving for her to know that he was taking her words as she intended them, which was in general less murder-y than they generally came off. According to Gilgamesh he had no problem with the rebellious nature of her body when it sided with him, but he did not appreciate it stabbing him in the back. She chose to take those words in a very specific way, deciding in the moment that if she wished to attack him she'd always make sure he knew it was coming as a curtesy. "Oh? I will keep that in mind~" she was amused and strangely that would likely be the last thing of reasonable value she had to say aloud for a little while. She'd given consent for him to offer retribution to her body for its failure to comply with his will, and he'd claimed she could make no complaints.

'How exciting!' When did she decide such threats to her sanctity were fun to hear? Was that a strange thing to like? Was it only because she could not truly know what he intended just yet? Or was it the idea of continuing that was enough to keep her loins aflame in such a moment? Well, probably a combination of things, but none of that combination could prepare her. Gilgamesh's punishment of choice was a rather sudden ramming, straight into her depths, done with reckless abandon the likes of which Artoria would have admired in a battle. Here and now? Green eyes widened to the point of near popping out of her skull, an intake of breath occurred which could not be exhaled immediately, but her mouth still opened gently to go along with the shock. A sound like a hiccup escaped her and she felt... good. Strange as it was that immediate friction, the suddenness of the movement and the absolute depth he reached within her person combined to make an astounding thing occur. "Fuck all..." Her body should have tensed after such a situation, it should have hurt, but it did not. Her core vibrated and immediately released the girl. She felt tingles from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. If she hadn't been pinned she was sure she would have sat up straight having her body so full so randomly. It brought her to climax so hard and fast, she could barely register anything other than how good it felt. Her nether slickened her body thrashed then relaxed and she was sure she could see stars. No. They were not stars, she saw the glowing red quality of those eyes of Gilgamesh as he stared down at her after causing her such a forceful release. 'I really should kill him.' That was the thought, but the gentle shifting of her hips right against his pelvis sent a shot of electricity straight up her spine causing her nether to pulse in response. 'But where else can I receive this?' Why she felt the desire to turn her body over to this man she did not know. She would not regret it, but she would find herself wondering why she signed up to have her body put under so much scrutiny.

[Bloodedge]

Gilgamesh had reason to expect only a certain kind of stabbing in the future. That was fine; he'd seen such possibilities before, whether they were accepted or brushed off as nonsense. Perhaps if such a thing occurred, he'd even welcome it, knowing precisely how he'd be "stabbing" her in repayment. Alas, these were topics of the future, and would be left in whatever future path they took. Before any of it became relevant at all, there was the matter of determining the first branching point. He established said point here and now by thrusting himself fully into the Queen of Knights' body until he could move no farther. In doing so, he would find out exactly how Artoria Pendragon herself responded to being at the receiving end. What would he find?

Further swearing at the moment of breaching. Shock, convulsions of her womanhood, and the slight jerk of her body against his weight. Even receiving such penetration as what he offered, she looked him in the eye with no signs of entertained retreat. Just as he expected of his chosen bride and queen, she'd rise to any challenge... including the challenge of bedding the King of Heroes. How commendable it was that she'd taken this moment in stride, even seeming desirous instead of afraid as he would expect most humans to be. He deemed her worthy to receive the whole of him long ago, and here she was, doing precisely that with great valiance. "H'oh. Such exceptional performance from the likes of you. Valor is to be rewarded, Artoria Pendragon. Come; embrace me. The journey is just beginning," he said, closing the distance between their upper bodies once more. A kiss would mark the renewed movement of his hips, as thrusts began in far longer strides than before. Only a slight increase of pace was managed, yet force was applied with great purpose. Perhaps he truly intended to contort the woman's insides to his own shape. . .

[Apollymi]

The relationship developing between between Artoria and Gilgamesh seemed to be some form of toxic. She often thought of murdering this man for his insolence and annoyance and he seemed to be fine with that for reasons she could not begin to understand. Either way, she was having an interesting time facing him and this particular challenge he issued. Speaking of that challenge her body seemed to adjust very nicely to this particular endeavor. And of course, he would not be silent about this action. Even as her body tried to recover from a rather sudden entry, he claimed her performance was exceptional? He claimed her valor should be rewarded. Embrace him? They were just beginning. A scoff escaped Artoria.

"I told you, I seek no praise..." she mentioned. Of course she also did not wish to take orders from him either. Or should she take such a command for embrace as a reward? It was odd to think she impressed him in such a moment, much like her earlier response she could only have her face redden as she felt contrary to such compliments. Ah, but she did not get to express that part, their lips were brought together again. And given her own feelings about the moment, she also wrapped that arm around him as he began moving properly. It wasn't because he told her to, obviously she needed to brace herself against his wayward motions. "Oooh~" she moaned into his mouth. What an interesting sensation. She was quite certain she'd never felt anything like that before, and she liked it. Those thrusts of his rubbed against the inside of her body, in the most delightful way. It was lubricated friction, her body filled to the brim, she was sure she could feel him into the depths of her stomach. Ah, that wasn't bad though... At some point her body had a natural inclination to move as well, even embracing him as such her hips began to shift to meet those thrusts. 'I should not let him have so much of me...' she thought during this endeavor. 'But no one else is worthy.' Oh, there was certainty in that. Whatever the case, she could feel from the depths of her soul her coming climax. Oh, what would that feel like with him buried so deeply within her? She would find out soon enough.

[Bloodedge]

Artoria did not seek praise. She could say that as much as she wished, but that would not stop him from giving it when necessary. Regardless of Artoria's desire, she was an exceptional individual. Never would he fail to make that known. Regardless, his concern lay with ongoing events and the final moment of proper copulation. One thousand years, he waited. One thousand years, he refrained from seeing this specific eventuality, all for the satisfaction found here and now. He never knew what to truly expect. He never knew this amount of friction would be in his future, so well-lubricated yet simultaneously difficult to bypass.

Interestingly enough, acceptance was not all there was to be found in this moment. Artoria's body welcomed him as he knew it would, but there was more. Hips were on the move, matching his thrusts mere minutes into their meeting of bodies. How strange; he would have expected much more time to pass before such an advancement. Never would he have expected another turn of events, though. There was a constant pulse passing through his shaft, accompanying a steady climb toward ecstasy. Had this new body truly made such a difference, or was there far more to it than that? Perhaps it was a bit of both. Whatever the case, he'd let his groin occupy itself between the queen's folds, and his lips occupy themselves with hers. Any ordinary mongrel had already been deemed unfit to receive him, with only few being worthy of witnessing his bare form. Now, of course, he believed it was time to reevaluate things. Could he find such an interesting encounter elsewhere? Perish the thought. He was having a rather difficult time finding certainty in quite a few things, but there was one thing to be sure about: the offspring he saw in that brief glimpse ages ago were very much worth creating.

[Apollymi]

Artoria's body was one which seemed rather malleable in the hands of Gilgamesh. She was quite fiery as an individual finding herself to be incapable of being conquered. But here and now, it felt like a battle, and one in which she was a conquest a thousand years in the making. It was almost ironic after so much time was spent outside of his company, she'd come to find his qualities endearing. She supposed she'd realized that when she'd made her way back to Uruk a long time ago. This man was absolutely ridiculous, but he was also hers, she'd decided that in captivity. No one could have her but him. Speaking of having her, those movements of his were both enticing and exciting.

Each subsequent thrust into her undercarriage made her body swoon under the pressure of his. Those movements of her own hips found a rhythm she enjoyed while he occupied the center of her body and her lips were busy fending him off. She was not sure what she liked about this, but the throbbing she could feel through her loins was something she could not deny as being pleasant. Each motion seemed to knock, knock, knock away at a metaphorical dam. Each knock seemed to shake her to the core making her body tighten a bit more as she moved closer and closer to that point of relaxation. It would happen for her again. This time completely randomly as the movements of her own hips came to a halt, but the core of her being gripped ceaselessly while at the same time that tingling sensation spilled over her. "Aaah!~ Gil..." that gentle moan would come with a release of fluids and though no less tension within her person, she definitely saw stars and reached the height of climax promised by his motions. Movements could be made easier, but the firmness of that fit was no less as sheath to blade. If they were to be matched in such a way, Artoria took no issue. There could be nothing more suited to find its home within her body, that much was certain. That feeling washing over her, gave light to new thoughts. Suddenly many actions in many contexts made much more sense. things never understood seemed to give way to more reasonable understanding. A single act alone made her more understanding. She'd gained new empathy for all who found themselves at the end of such merciless battering. 'This is how people become alright with having children is it not? This is why forgiveness is given in the face of irritation. This is why I may not always wish to murder him...' she mused. She now had less active commentary to make about her elder sister's choice in pastime.

[Bloodedge]

Gil. Never had he expected to be attached to a certain name. Gilgamesh, King of Uruk, King of Heroes, Lord of Kullab─ none of those titles ever meant much of anything. This one, however, was something that sang to him endlessly. He could never hear it enough, he thought. More. Whatever happened, he would seek to hear that name, spoken in that voice, more. It was always a thing to enjoy, but it was made even better by the tone created in a moment of ecstasy. Yes, Artoria sang that title of her own creation in a cadence reminiscent of the harp of the gods the way it struck his ear. What more could even the king of this world wish for? Nothing he would dare think of.

What else was there? Friction─ endless friction. Would it ever become different? Would any amount of plunging, even pummeling, affect the clamp of Artoria's loins? His thrusts were paced in a very ordinary way thus far, but there seemed to be no alteration in sight. He'd call it audacious, but could he complain if that were the case? No... no, he couldn't complain at all. Besides, that clench seemed to be a contributing factor to the additional movements of Artoria. Surely nothing that would accomplish such a thing could be considered negative at all.

Little did they know, the pair of them were following a very similar train of thought. Well, the first line of thinking Artoria followed was in-line with Gilgamesh's thoughts, at least. It would take only moments following a broken kiss for Gilgamesh's words to reveal the connection, though even he had not even considered it himself. "Speak as such once more, and I will not hesitate to have you bear my heirs. That future is a certainty, but surely you don't wish to bring it prematurely. Or, perhaps you do? I do not mind either result."

[Apollymi]

Gil. Artoria spoke his name in a strangely affectionate way for someone who'd previously claimed to be unmoved by the King of Heroes' antics. Of course, there were several reasons for this modification in name. The first of which being, she was not particularly fond of long names, for all people. In childhood saying such things had been quite annoying to her. Secondly, Gilgamesh was the type of man to move recklessly and being able to say his name quickly and effectively was a matter of good strategy. Ah, but there was also the most important reason to have bestowed him with such a name. Affection. She'd grown attached to the King of Heroes, and using his title or full name were not options she enjoyed for their time alone together. She'd realized it upon saying his former name some time before, but... she quite enjoyed speaking directly to him in such a manner. As such, the shorted version of his current given name would do wonders. She'd started referring to him as such in her head, the first few times it had simply slipped out because of his own actions. But here and now she was quite certain it was all she wished to call him. Perhaps, she'd just keep doing it, it did not seem that he disliked it at all...

Regardless, the tightness of her nether never seemed to rescind itself. The treachery of her body was seemingly boundless and somehow she found herself to be appreciative of that fact. If nothing else, it would prolong her activity of choice by her own approximation and what else would she enjoy other than this man's body and the thrill of combat? Nothing. if she was being honest, this was somewhat more exciting than any fight she'd ever been in. Her heart was pounding, her body both tense but surprisingly relaxed as she awaited the next lashing out. Her hips, had regained their movements and seemed to take on a rhythm all their own as she sought a different sort of dance altogether. There was no problem with this, with Gilgamesh still plunging in and out of her, nothing at all seemed to be amiss.

Whatever the case when their kiss, broke there was a pointed statement uttered by the Golden King which made Artoria's eyes widen as she clutched at him both internally and externally. She found herself looking at his face directly as her hips shifted about. "Oh? Is mind reading among your many talents, Gil? If not we are sharing a train of thought in the strangest way. However, it is cheating if you pulled that out of my head when I brought no attention to it!" she declared this statement seeming to be amused. Strangely, she wouldn't truly find it odd if they were merely thinking similar things. Her mind was still a jumble when it came to him, and she could speak no negatives to him about his supposed impregnation of her, though she knew herself to be barren. "Your notions of the future are no concern of mine. I will say what I please, deal with it how you like!" that was it, a command? Demand? Passing of blame? Perhaps there was some caveat to her return that would allow such a thing? There was always hope, she did not wish to be the kind of Queen who was useless in any way. Wait, when did she start giving serious considerations to the demands of an old world king, to be his bride?