Finis Chaldea

[Apollymi]

Hoshimi Eri always felt painfully embarrassed knowing she was being watched. It was well within her repertoire to pretend not to notice when eyes were on here, but it was impossible to ignore Gilgamesh looking at her. More impossible than that was ignoring the sensation of his slow retreat after just a snicker. She'd made her own decision, leaving not everything up to the King of Heroes and in exchange, she'd been freed of his invasion. But being free of it, left her insides to pulse gently as if in longing. Now that he was not within her, did she miss him occupying the space between her legs? A bit... she was sure of it. What another annoying thing to add to the list of her own understanding. Still... she did not hate such a notion completely, especially when she knew they'd be continuing.

A scoff escaped her in the moments following Gilgamesh exiting the bed. Apparently, he was content to stand at the foot of the bed in all his nudity, his entire body seeming to beckon Eri forward. His words did the same but in a very different way. It seemed her choice came with another she hadn't quite considered yet. Would she face him and give herself more options of dealing with his intrusive nature or would she face away and leave herself at his mercy? As she moved forward her brows furrowed and the muscle in her jaw twitched. 'Who the fuck is he talking to?' It was such an irrational thought, there was so much anger in her soul. She'd never left herself at the mercy of anyone, she wouldn't be starting now. It wasn't as if she would not come to face him any time he presented himself. She was no coward nor was she apprehensive. There were probably many goods to be taken from having his body subjected upon hers, she'd seen a few of these herself, but here and now she'd not back down. Such was her nature. If he wanted her submissive, he'd have to force her. She'd already deemed him a similar enough existence that she figured he'd be the same way. "Every time you speak I want to fight," she said honestly as she approached but upon reaching the end of the bed she swung her legs around the end and stood before him, facing him even looking up into his face with her own form of arrogance playing across her face. What a stark contrast such a thing had to her more timid actions just seconds before, he always did this to her, and she never felt stable in herself around him. She had no presence of mind to be concerned about things like how wild she must have looked, how out of place every hair on her head was. The fact that her face remained feverishly flushed and the idea that she did not dislike looking at this man at all as she stared up into his face with all the audacity humanity had to offer. Watching her stand before him this way, one might almost think they'd come to blows before anything else happened, but she did not expect violence at this point. She wasn't even armed such was the situation they were currently in. How was she to be lifted? How would she enjoy it? Would it be worth doing again later or even trying in that other manner he mentioned? Well she supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.

[Bloodedge]

Mistakes. Many were made in a few lines of thought, all starting with the notion that Hoshimi Eri was not at the mercy of King Gilgamesh. Whether she faced away from him or met him directly, the signs her body painted upon itself sang the song of truth. The very state of her being had been his to command since the moment she approached him initially. Now, this new approach was to be seen as a second signing of the same agreement. She wanted to fight every time he spoke, so she claimed. Of course, he believed her. They would be fighting now in a way, but she would not claim victory by way of dominance or might. "Fight away, O' Knight-Queen," Gilgamesh stated. His clause was yet incomplete, but remained hanging in the air as the start of a... joke of sorts. While Eri took her place in front of him, staring him in the face, he grinned cheekily down upon her.

Further would he speak as he took her chin in hand, pressing the other to her lower back. "But I ask of you, how shall you face me without your sword? Fear not." Another pause came, this time as a new meeting of lips was brought about. Gilgamesh took the time of a single kiss to pull the blonde woman's body into his own, lifting her via the arm against her back. The heat of her pelvic region was something he felt against his own abdomen, and rightly so according to his plan. Speaking of that plan, the moment of parting lips would become the time he finished addressing his own train of thought. "I offer once more the only tool you will ever require, and the only one you will ever consider worth touching. Take it unto yourself, my impossible queen, and sheathe it!"

[Apollymi]

So full of it, was the man known as Gilgamesh. Hoshimi Eri might have been properly upset if she did not find that aspect of him to be somewhat endearing. She really needed to figure out what it was about that she liked. Regardless, her words were met by teasing, well not exactly teasing. It was most definitely acknowledgement but not in a way that implied that he thought her dangerous or scary. He told her to fight, as if the meaning of that word was somehow different in this context. Ah... that cheeky smile upon his face definitely implied it as such. She was used to such shifts in speech, the entirety of her own speech pattern had once been converted to be more tasteful and fitting of the title Queen of Camelot.

A hand upon her cheek and one at the small of her back. Yes, she'd found herself in a rather sturdy embrace as a kiss was planted upon her lips. She was without sword yes, but for the context of this conversation it was more flirting than anything else. She'd referred to his manhood in such terms and that was what he was offering now. That was such a pointed euphemism and oddly it was the best way for her to think about these novel activities of theirs. Strangely, even after a kiss, she had a few wits left in her favor. Perhaps it was the way this sentence was spoken, perhaps it was the fact that she understood it immediately, or perhaps it was even that inkling of equality which would lead to an offering of words from the Assassin who became the Queen of Knights. "Offer me a weapon, I'll eventually use it to kill you..." she said with an air of decisiveness, ah but those words were also teasing in this context and she meant them to be. Even this weapon of his would be his undoing in her own hands, maybe not now, but after she mastered it, of this she was certain. Besides she'd not met a method of killing yet she did not enjoy. Her fingers danced around his girth as she prepared to properly align herself, and this would leave the tip of his manhood buried against her entrance. Ah, this was another moment which would require leverage, her legs meeting his waist on either side, not encircling him but just clamped casually around him, as one would when horseback riding, yes... that was fine for this sort of occasion. Once she was certain of its placement the sheathing of that tool would begin that gentle pulsing of her nether seeming to pull it into herself which was something she quite enjoyed. Her feet were off the ground and gravity could do a great deal of the work in such a case, she'd allow herself to cloak this blade which was rather quickly becoming one of her favorites with a gentle moan passing between her lips as she enjoyed a moment of sheer ecstasy. And she did aim to find a bit more leverage, her arms draped over his shoulders as his manhood found its home within her. She was still looking at him in such a moment studying his face finding herself almost hypnotized by those eyes of his.

[Bloodedge]

She chose not only to face him, but to challenge him in the most direct manner. In being offered a weapon of any sort, she declared that she would eventually use it to kill him. These were the words of Hoshimi Eri─ words that could be spoken by no other. In truth, Gilgamesh welcomed such an occasion. If she had a method of killing him with the very tool he was born with, then she had in her arsenal the most satisfying way for any man to meet his end. "If you can manage as much, I implore you to do so. Blithe is the man who should perish within a woman's embrace. If any man is to have that experience before your eyes, it shall be me, and me alone."

One could easily say Gilgamesh had been taken by madness, as he truly found the hypothetical death they spoke of to be one worth experiencing. They were already entangled in such a way as to leave him merry. What would this alleged death sex be like? Surely something worth dying for. Regardless, the sheathing of a sword was upon them. Eri took that tool into her own hand while Gilgamesh held firm to her midsection. Legs were gripping his sides as the lips between those same legs took hold of his member. Gravity was to be given control, apparently. Arms were used as support against his shoulders, and one pair of eyes was locked onto another. "Or perhaps I will instead grant you a glorious death during your failed attempts to slay me. What say you, queen of the known world? Shall we send one another to the hereafter?" he questioned amidst a deep sigh, letting a hand fall from the woman's face and land upon her backside. The slightest hint of a thrust occurred as Gilgamesh stabilized his positioning, but it seemed more purposeful than positioning alone. In truth, it was but a tease. One should expect as much of the King of Heroes at this point. "Or do you intend to show me how you can even think of managing such a thing?"

[Apollymi]

Eri was a strange person indeed. And in the moment, she decided Gilgamesh was strange as well. According to him, there was no better way for a man to die than in a woman's embrace. He also made the outrageous claim that if he were to die that way, it should be at her hands. "You know most people don't enjoy the idea of me killing them, even as a joke..." she said that as the truth it was. The only person who'd ever said such a thing to her and meant it was her elder sister, and she'd succeeded in killing that one. Besides all of that, there was the fact that she couldn't help but enjoy herself in this man's presence. Perhaps, it was more telling that he was content to be part of every experience she had, even the ones which should not have seemed pleasant.

What would death sex be like? This was a curiosity shared. Yes, she'd said those words, but they'd been flirty at best, perhaps she really could kill him this way, but she knew it wouldn't be today. No, first and foremost she had to understand the weapon, and the one who wielded it. So she started that process. One could call it a weapon study, which involved a thorough inspection. Gravity was quite helpful but so was Gilgamesh in placing that tool within its sheath. He had more words to offer, these were much more succinct. They were sharing eye contact again and he was... entering her by her own mechanization while claiming to offer her a glorious death as well. Of course this came with several different words and phrases, including a reference to her as the queen of everything, she needed to remember to be upset about that, she'd still not agreed to that. "Fuck, I don't remember asking for anything..." she murmured. Of course, it went without saying her hips were beginning to shift just a bit as well, after sinking a bit her own form would go into move back and forth. She was enjoying the motions she'd begun, allowing her body to sink further and further into place. She would sheathe him as she intended, but the answer to his last inquiry was up in the air. "You'll be the first to know when I decide such a thing..." she said almost curtly. She hated this man, but still spoke of the future with him as if she was certain of it.

[Bloodedge]

Perhaps most did think ill of being slaughtered by Artoria Pendragon. Of course, most were fools who could never appreciate the finest things this world had to offer. He was not one to appraise the mundane or hold it in high regard. The glee of one Artoria Pendragon, one Hoshimi Eri, however, was something to etch into one's memory as if engraving a tablet. What sort of expression would be found on her face if something like that were managed? Would it be pure elation, or would she backtrack upon realizing loss? One could say it was a wonder worth finding the answers to, and Gilgamesh would undoubtedly do so if the opportunity presented itself. After all, it wasn't as if he couldn't cheat death if the occasion presented itself. He'd fall into the underworld, return gloriously, and deliver just punishment for her audacity. "I needn't say again, I will uphold your every aspect as the finest treasures in the world. Even your outbursts titillate me to no end," he insisted.

In the midst of this "weapon study" Eri undertook, an exchange of threats was made. One would lead the other to death in a moment such as this, if words held any true weight during their banter. Alas, the woman had no recollection of making a request. Truly, she hadn't asked for a thing... apart from one. "H'oh? But you did ask for something," he rebutted, his grip tightening again while his face inched forward. Gilgamesh could feel the air passing through her nostrils by the time he continued. "You asked me to lift you in my embrace and rearrange your insides, did you not? I am certain you said something along those lines."

[Apollymi]

There was something wrong with Gilgamesh. No. That was wrong. To one like Hoshimi Eri there was always something wrong with Ishigami Daisuke. It was never clearer to her than it was in a moment like this. He was content to treasure even her outbursts. He was enthused by the outburst of a noted homicidal maniac being held together very precariously by her own idealism and her view of Chivalry. "Ridiculous... just... fucking ridiculous..." these were the words she chose in response to his randomness. He'd never truly understand the kind of person she was. Or perhaps he did and found that entertaining. She was not used to feeling things, and she wasn't even sure how she'd respond if she actually managed to kill him... it was part of the reason he lived past their first meeting.

Ah, but he was still inside her. She did not understand the physics of this world, but she was coming to understand that she could feel the depth of him reaching a spot he definitely shouldn't be able to without it killing her. No matter, because such a depth was enjoyable, strange though that was. Right now she was being held up and he was inching closer to her face. He made the claim she had asked for something and by the time he mentioned what it was he was so close to her face her most recent exhale danced back across her skin. A growl ensued from the lass, as her words were turned back at her in the manner he was so used to doing. Even so her loins tightened reflexively as hands gripped her person, she did not dislike his understanding. What could she say to that? "If I said that you're taking your sweet ass time complying..." she mentioned with narrowed eyes, but she couldn't really argue that they were in fact basically what she'd asked. But she could express a minor bit of impatience while deflecting. What was more, that was inline with her current understanding of her flirting behavior. It was cheeky and filled with bite, but she could not change the base of her person for any reason.

[Bloodedge]

Ridiculous indeed. It was not new information that Gilgamesh was far beyond the norm in all regards. Eri's claim could easily be called a waste of speech, as such. Alas, he would not treat it any such way; he'd respond in kind. "Nonsense. I did not address you as my perfect queen to then claim a distaste for any form of your brilliance. Rejoice, Artoria Pendragon. Rejoice, Hoshimi Eri, for I deem every fiber of your being to be one worth only admiration! This is the word of Gilgamesh," he declared in typical grandiose fashion.

Now then, what of current events? In the wake of his little reminder, it seemed Eri had some impatience to showcase. True, he was taking his time getting around to the act, but such was his way. How could he live if he didn't scratch the perpetual itch of teasing, and seeing how this one reacted to it? That was no way to live, as he determined of late. "If you said that indeed. But, perhaps I was mistaken?" he offered. By her own speech, Gilgamesh was tarrying only if that had truly been her wish. If it hadn't, though, he'd done no wrong. Whatever the case may have been, there was a certain urge within Gilgamesh to begin stirring away at Hoshimi Eri's interior, so of course... he began doing exactly that. "Is that, in fact, what you said? I would hate to keep you waiting if your wish is clear. It is a husband's duty to answer his queen's request, is it not?"

[Apollymi]

Outlandish. Every single word that this man spewed from betwixt his lips was simply absurd. The fact that she was the object of this particular word vomit was astoudning to her. That being said she knew he was being truthful with his words. The fact that he put it on himself and held no one in higher esteem was almost more proof than her eyes would ever need to verify. "Why?! Why do you let shit like that fall out of your face?! You're shameless!" she said giving a small squeal. For some reason words like that left her completely disarmed, embarrassed even. She definitely wouldn't have believed him if not for the things that had already happened. Her face was reddened, and she would rather not be looking at him in the present moment. She wouldn't get away with that she knew.

Ah, and there was something else she wouldn't be getting away with... deflecting. Apparently, Gilgamesh was content to tease her in a very specific way. He began stirring her insides. He pushed at her in a strange way using his words to tease as her hips began to move against the motions granted her. She was swooning once more but what was this? She'd not been clear enough? Her deflect would put more time between her and the goal she had in mind? She wouldn't allow that, nor would she allow Gilgamesh to think of being so coy. "I keep telling you not to fuck with me..." she started. "At the same time I did tell you to fuck me so I can see where the confusion could come from..." she mused. "I did claim that... I'm not made of patience," she grumbled almost playfully terse. Of course, she did mean that. Though she'd still not agreed to anything resembling marriage to this man, she figured that if he wanted to make it so, she'd deal with it later.

[Bloodedge]

Why did Gilgamesh let such statements pass his lips? Simply put, the truth was to be expressed. "I will not be misconstrued, Hoshimi Eri. For too long, you have evaded me. You will be made to wholly understand what you've been running from for millennia." There seemed to be something resembling reminiscence dancing across the king's eye in the form of a gleam. What it was, Gilgamesh himself didn't care to question. Clearly, it was of little importance when considering the here and now.

The statements of Eri were a matter of semantics. The addition of a single word within a sentence made a great difference, but it wasn't as if Gilgamesh never knew the truth. Still, he goaded that fantastical voice into further speech toward one ultimate goal. She wasn't made of patience? Obviously. There was work to be done, and the body of Hoshimi Eri was clearly keen to see it begin. Gilgamesh's minor gyrations were met by her own movements during the reiteration of demands. "H'oh? I suppose that is clear enough for starters," he said while staring her down again. By this point, the stirring motions had come to a screeching halt. "Once more," he urged. Gilgamesh wished for her to speak once more, but it was not his intention to leave her waiting. Perhaps he would allow a few words to be shared. Whatever the case, he'd wait until she addressed him again before his hips began to pivot. He'd plunge into her nether with nigh reckless abandon, and he'd do so repeatedly without further hesitation. Only seconds were to pass before Hoshimi Eri's small frame was made to bounce against direct thrusts which pushed her against gravity with each and every upward slam. Surely, that was what she meant when being so impatient. . .

[Apollymi]

According to Gilgamesh he would say the things he did so he was not misunderstood. He claimed she'd been avoiding him for too long and that he intended to make sure she knew what she was running from. A scoff escaped this blonde lass as she heard these words. "I evaded you?" she questioned this in the moment. "That sounds wrong to me," she said succinctly. She did not avoid him she didn't evade him, he was always there badgering her whenever she turned her head. Even if she wanted to run from him his face and his voice was something she saw far too often in her own life to be able to call it avoidance. Perhaps the main difference in then and now was the fact that it was quite obvious to her that his interest was in her person for whatever reason he had it. A thing she'd been choosing not to question but with every outlandish statement she found herself wondering more what it was he found so entertaining about her.

Oh well, it was a thought that she could put aside for now. Why? Gilgamesh was hearing her demands a second time. He claimed it was a start but with him such goading usually meant he was apt to take a bit more from her. It was his destiny to try and garner more speech from her than she normally gave anyone. And somehow she never really had a problem talking to him. Still those stirring motions of his came to a halt and the sound that escaped her was one of protest. "Ugh, fuck me!" that was it. All she would say to such a thing. She truly did not tolerate being teased and immediately after speaking she found herself in an entirely different situation. Gilgamesh began to move almost immediately after her speech doing such made her squeal initially. She was rather suddenly bouncing and found herself clinging to his torso grounding herself as a reflex to the suddenness of the movements. Still her insides were gripping at his moving manhood as she held on for dear life. Actually, she was quite fond of this experience. Only moans would leave her now for quite a few moments yet.

[Bloodedge]

If the notion of Artoria Pendragon evading Gilgamesh sounded wrong, the world itself was founded upon a bed of lies. Gilgamesh firmly believed this in spite of all she said. No matter. Once again, current time and situation took precedence over all other matters. He had a single purpose for the time being, and it was completely dependent on the woman's mouth opening once more.

Ah, and open it did. She even managed to get a full thought out before that initial thrust which preceded many. As if the given command was delivered directly to his very soul, Gilgamesh moved his hips with great purpose and undying vigor. He even seemed quite satisfied to be doing so, and naturally, he was. It took no time at all for Eri to begin clinging, both with her womanhood and the arms she held onto his torso with. All that repeated, wet slapping would engrain itself upon the walls of Gilgamesh's bedchamber, and perhaps the same could be said of the moans Eri offered. In a way, this felt like only the beginning... and maybe it was. Gilgamesh had no interest in keeping track of time, or any ridiculous concept like that. The very same energy that resulted in battles lasting days on end had been repurposed. He'd promised no less than a fortnight of immobility. If nothing else, he would be a man of his word. After all, the quota of his queen's verbalized desire had yet to be met.

[Apollymi]

Eri was distracted. Well that wasn't true, she was currently being rocked to an extreme. This sort of position was quite different from the norm. She'd given this directive and she was enjoying it. Just wet slapping sounds and bouncing around on his manhood. Currently, she was clamped on to his person... for as long as the ride would take. As she was moved about, her mind wandered but also stayed just the same. Why was this what she was doing? When did this become something she was interested in? When did he become something she wanted to partake in?

She had no real answers for those questions, but it did not stop her body from reacting just the same. Over time she'd find her legs wrapped around him. Her own stamina was just as limitless as his. She could easily find herself experiencing bliss numerous times at his hands. But when it came to her what could she do but cling tighter. Why was this something to run from? Why didn't she just enjoy him? Why wasn't the future something she should look forward to? Well all those questions were strange. He was staring in her face, she eventually buried her face into his chest. Why? She couldn't look at him directly right just now. She moaned and happily consumed his body with hers, 'I hate this.' Her thoughts and body didn't agree. She loved it. She moaned happiness and wordlessly reached nether slickening climax over time. Her body claiming his to the point that her legs were wrapped around him and she found herself most pleased by his being buried within her person. "Why do you do this to me?" she asked that question to the world at large.

[Bloodedge]

For every excellent question, there must be an equally excellent answer. At long last, Hoshimi Eri was beginning to ask the proper questions. It only took an eternity and the burial of her own face within Gilgamesh's chest to do so, but her question was precisely what it needed to be. The question was not one meant to offer any naysaying, however; such was obvious in the reactions of her body. Her arms gripped his upper body as if she would fall through the world if she let go. Her very womanhood took hold of his girth as if to keep it trapped within for all time. Sure, the latter of these things had been true since initial entry, but it belonged as part of a reaction cluster nonetheless. The simple fact that Eri's legs ensnared his body was enough to reach a final conclusion, making it clear that she had no intentions of him withdrawing.

So, what of that magnificent question? Why did he do this to her? The inquiry itself was slightly vague, but any way of it being taken resulted in the same answer. Said answer was to be given while Gilgamesh continued his assault of her undercarriage. "Whether it is fate or myself that you question... the truth is simple. In this meeting, you will be ruined for all time. When you think of pleasure, you will think of me. When your loins throb and drool with desire, the thought of anything but Gilgamesh rising to the occasion shall never be more than a passing notion of disgust. It is not only a key to your heart that shall be forged by my hand, but indeed a key to every fiber of your being!"

[Apollymi]

As Gilgamesh continued his assault against her undercarriage, he also decided to give her an answer to the question she'd posed the universe. She'd not expected anything resembling a valid reason for this contemptuous treatment of her person, but she couldn't stop the question from slipping between her lips. As her body throbbed against his every intrusion and gripped tightly as if to strangle his member before its escape, she was given the truth of this matter by Gilgamesh. What did he have to say for himself? Well the truth that reached her ears was strange indeed, and Hoshimi Eri had no real way of countering his words.

The truth of his words was, that he intended to ruin her. He did not say this in the way tha implied violence nor negativity. He did not intend to ruin her and toss her aside to be undesirable... no. His words implied something else entirely. In the time she'd known and spoken to this man, he'd spoken consistently of having her. Of course, at face value this could have meant in simplest terms he wished to sleep with her. This was a notion she did not understand but one she eventually came to understand could have been a matter of attraction. The reason rapists were sent after her, is because he found her attractive and this upset some random cam-girl. But that was not all he intended. Every time he spoke of her, he spoke of eternity of nothing so fleeting as a singular meeting and nothing so simple as a carnal desire. Even the version of him who wasn't his current self, seemed to revel in the idea of breaking her down from the sort of person she was and into something else. Here and now he claimed he wanted her to think only of him when she thought of pleasure. Gilgamesh the King of Heroes, wished and would see made possible the ruining of all other men in the eyes of Artoria Pendragon and in this case Hoshimi Eri. What a strange amount of ownership he wanted to claim of her person. He did not want just her heart, he wanted to claim her body. Not just its present sensations but all sensations of the future as well... he wanted by this same logic her mind and all aspects of herself she currently maintained. Her heartbeat sped up considerably. "That is so fucking unnecessary," she stated seemingly aghast though she'd not looked up at him.

A thundering pounding was occurring in her ears, at the same time her undercarriage was being beaten into. Did she like that? Yes. No. Maybe? She turned her head from side to side against his chest, she was biting her lower lip, almost pouting her discontent. If his concern was simply her interest in other men, she had none to start with. That being said, his desire was to claim her and in doing that she'd have to claim him too, right? It could not simply be that he worked his way into the depths of her being and gnawed away at her core and all her boundaries and she did not reach back. Why would he do this? This was ridiculous. It should be repulsive the idea of enslaving oneself to another. In fact, she found it undeniably annoying that he'd even try such a thing. But still... she liked it. Why? It was all so confusing she wanted to lash out. That pouting lip moved along his chest. Her tongue would gently trail along the red lines and she would moan and whisper quiet words to the world and Gilgamesh. "Every word that falls from your stupid face confuses and annoys me. You've fucked me up enough already..." she said as that trail led her face up to his neck. Lashing out was her aim so she used the only weapon she had available, teeth sank into skin but much like she couldn't decide if she wanted to murder him or hug him. She also did not break skin or truly harm him. She hated not knowing truly what she wanted to do, decisive action was the backbone of her existence and his actions towards her always confused her. Even before, in another world his motivations were unclear to her. Everything about him, tested her resolve and she had already failed and fallen apart.