Finis Chaldea

[Bloodedge]

Prolonged uselessness would take a great deal of work, she claimed. Good luck, she said. The poor queen; she didn't have a clue. He'd promised to leave her in ruin for no less than two weeks, and if Gilgamesh was anything... he was a man of his word. Even if it took months of endless debauching, that tablet he once had Siduri carved would be made a matter of truth. "I am in no need of luck. Pluck shall be the determining factor here," he said, certain it was only a matter of time. Even as Artoria made her way onto the bed, he could see the worthlessness of her legs setting in again.

Ah, but there was something else to consider. Apparently, he'd been having an effect on Artoria's thought processes. She claimed two images were placed in her head by his suggestion. Interestingly enough, one of those things was something Gilgamesh himself hadn't thought about. "H'oh?" he muttered as she took to all fours. A bit of hesitation ensued as he gazed upon the woman. It was the Sumerians who first discovered the majesty of that arched back, but it seemed this one had some natural talent yet. "I suppose there are other ways to receive that. To think, your desirous nature is already clawing away at your mind so thoroughly. No matter; this was my meaning," he admitted while entering the bed behind her. That little flirt was an amusing thing to hear, and of course, it was something else he'd be addressing while hovering over her body. "Only because you've already bathed? Time is no factor here, Artoria Pendragon. You will have many opportunities to bathe, whether in water or seed. First, though..." His words trailed off as one hand found the back of Artoria's neck, bearing the weight of his upper body. His other hand followed the target of his eyes, solidly colliding with the queen's backside before the proverbial sword found its sheath once more. She wanted his intentions more clear? That was easily done, only while he was forcing himself into the core of her being. "My intentions have always been clear. For now, it should only be made clear that you should avoid having your lungs punctured~"

[Apollymi]

Pluck. That was the thing that the King of Heroes would be using to ruin the Queen of Knights sensibilities. "As you were then," she commented with the smallest smirk spreading across her face. She hated to admit it, but the amount of confidence oozed by this man was something she well and truly enjoyed in such moments as these. She couldn't really help but find his assurance amusing and comforting. She really should hate this, but at present she could do nothing but enjoy... so she would.

The lack of proper use of her legs did not seem to bother Artoria. Her cheeky words and flirting understanding of Gilgamesh's most recent speech was rewarded by the King of Heroes. With what? A surprising admission that he'd not meant that statement both ways she'd taken it. Her eyes widened slightly at the knowledge. Perhaps she'd let the thought get away from her a bit too much, even so.... he did not have anything negative to say about it. She only received confirmation of her choice as he took in the view of her raised backside. According to him she'd have plenty of time to take a bath in whatever fluid she wished but before anything like that occurred, a hand found the back of her neck. She was forced further down but did not seem to mind it. At the same time his other hand collided roughly with her backside. It sent a stinging sensation straight to her brain in a single moment which caused a tightening of her loins in the moment before she was entered rather roughly regardless. "Fuck!..." that whispered swear slipped from between her lips. She was acutely aware that the reaction of her body to that slap on the bottom was also nothing negative. 'I liked that didn't I? Can't think too much about that...' her brain wandered as she tried to take a breath. That forceful entrance was something else, but also quite good. She should worry she liked it, but couldn't be bothered to voice anything, instead she found herself just trying to take those breaths while allowing the time to pass. Eventually managing the backward rocking of those same hips.

[Bloodedge]

A grasped neck from behind was something Gilgamesh had every reason to believe Artoria would not dislike. She seemed fond of a hand around her neck from the other side, so that much was a given. A smack to the rear, though... should have been a gamble. Ah, but it was no such thing. Gilgamesh's decisions were premeditated, primarily based on his growing understanding of this woman's body. He could feel the fact that she would enjoy such things when they occurred─ at least for the most part. To think, it was deviance which gave him another use for that perceptive ability he harbored.

Whatever the case, somewhere between the slap and entry, Artoria found reason to swear once more. An exhale through the king's nose could almost be taken as a laugh while he raised one leg, then the other. His grip of her neck took new purpose. No longer did it bear his weight upon the queen; it instead served the purpose of a saddle horn. "And what should receive credit for that? One does wonder..." he harped. Artoria wouldn't exactly be given a chance to run from her train of thought. "Was it this?" Gilgamesh asked as his hand collided with the flesh of her rump once more. "Or this?" With the final question, his legs extended to withdraw his tool, only to bend again for a deeper, hastier dive that ended in a series of mighty throbs. "We are dealing in clarity now, are we not?"

[Apollymi]

For her part in this, Artoria had not yet found something she disliked about the King of Heroes methods in these moments. She did not dislike the hand upon her neck even as weight was forced down on her body. She also did not take issue with that slap to the bottom though that was a newer thing to realize she had no problems with. Ah, but that wasn't entirely true either. Artoria dealt mainly in not disliking anything but the reaction of her body said she liked the feeling of his hand making contact with her bottom. Actually, she'd be given a chance to fully realize that information in just a moment.

Gilgamesh was not without understanding of what he was doing. In being as attentive as he managed to be, that slipped little swear was something he heard and attributed to one of the two actions most recently taken. So, of course he'd question it. Which one caused her to swear, where was she placing credit? Another stinging slap to her rear was presented and the tightening of her nether was the direct reaction. She clamped down upon his member even as it began to withdraw. And once it did, it was placed back where it belonged with enough force to wind her. So... what did receive the credit. She had to first make her lungs work. A few seconds and that extra throbbing made her hips shake just a tad... She really did like that sensation strange though it was. "Ah... I..." she was indeed trying but it was hard when it literally felt like he'd shoved himself into her chest from her loins. "Yes. Credit is to be given both individually and as a combination..." she finally managed. "Stop teasing me, Gil..."

[Bloodedge]

Another slap gave him just the answer he sought, without any necessary input from Artoria. She spoke anyway, but the squeezing of his retreating tool was more than enough. Of course, he wouldn't use that as an excuse to discredit her words. Her body trying to snap his groin in two was one thing, but the words of her mouth were always music to his ears. "Hmph," Gilgamesh muttered as she struggled her way to a proper sentence. Lunges continued at a gradual pace, and Artoria admitted to both factors playing a role in her outburst. Oh? It was always interesting to have her properly admit such things.

More interesting yet, was Artoria's continued insistence against his teasing. When would she learn? He would never go against his methods─ especially not while they produced such glorious results. More importantly, he didn't believe she had a distaste for the approach at all. Done with pressing against her neck, Gilgamesh steadied his legs and moved that hand into her hair. He'd tug until her head was pulled back, all while moving his own toward the side of her face. "Say that again, and mean it," he said at a near-whisper. "Tell me how you abhor being teased, and how it doesn't just excite you beneath the surface, leaving you hungry for the moment things go beyond simple teasing. I will allow you to even try making yourself believe it."

[Apollymi]

All that struggle for just a few words. But it was worth it overall to manage a complete sentence or two which had initially been something which evaded her quite a bit. No matter the case, Gilgamesh was always capable of speaking and thus he would always speak. She was quite certain that there was very little in the world which could quiet him. It was now one of her new goals to find one such thing... but that was an aside. As his movements continued, he seemed indeed unhindered by the tightening of her loins against him. Instead lunges were to follow up as she tried and failed to get her life together in just a few moments.

While she struggled against her newest pummeling, Gilgamesh pulled her up by her hair having removed his hand from the back of her neck. What would he do with her body arched up and their faces right next to each other? Well, he'd speak. Of course, he would. Those near whispered words though sent a chill down Artoria's spine. She liked something about those words uttered so near her own face and she wasn't certain of what it was yet. It could have also been the light tingling of her scalp which added more sensation to cause strange reactions from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Ah, what else... he wanted her to repeat herself and mean it? He went on to explain how he'd taken what she'd said. He truly did not take seriously her telling him not to tease her... that was for the best. Gilgamesh got away with a lot as far as challenging the Queen of Knights sensibilities was concerned. "Ugh..." just that sound initially. It was hard to verbalize. Artoria did not tell lies, so she could not tell him not to tease her and mean it. "Listen here, Gil... you are not allowed to be smug about this!" That was the claim. She would not say for him not to tease her and mean it, because that would be a lie. Of course, there was something about his attitude she did like but that did not mean he was allowed to be smug about figuring all that out on his own.

[Bloodedge]

Artoria's answer was something he awaited with a fair amount of excitement. He knew the answer, and he knew she knew the answer. The only thing left hanging in the air, was however Artoria chose to admit the truth. She wouldn't lie; she had never truly told a lie in his presence. Omissions of the full truth would occur from time to time, and other scenarios would see a full attempt to divert, but there had yet to be a blatant untruth. She claimed he wasn't allowed to be smug about this, but what could she do if he was? She'd essentially admitted the truth without doing so in a proper statement, so there was truly no avoiding the smug reaction.

"H'oh?" he began, still speaking directly into the side of Artoria's face. "You could have spoken words of truth in the same breath. There is no undoing the reaction I should certainly have, so it seems you've wasted what words you managed. So then, how will you enforce this new law of yours? I am not allowed to be smug, but here I am. What punishment will you offer?" he teased. All the while, his hips were moving. Force was applied in greater quantities with each thrust. Artoria needn't worry about being knocked forward or anything, though, as his hold of her hair was firm enough to keep her from doing so. Well... perhaps that would create another issue, but could it truly be called a problem? He didn't believe it would.

[Apollymi]

Artoria was having an interesting time. In a state of fluster, she'd caved to presenting the most honest form of rebuttal she had to offer Gilgamesh, which was essentially knowing how he was going to react to her lack of real response. Knowing the Queen of Knights would not tell a lie, meant that any evasion in conversation that was noticeable was immediately tied to the truth. Even so it did not stop her from wanting to argue the point because it was in her nature to do so.

Speaking of nature, it was in Gilgamesh's to tease her further. Having his words acknowledged he increased the force of his hips. Each one giving more of a knock to Artoria which she enjoyed and her body reacted to irrespective of her own desires. Well, that wasn't true, this was obviously inline with something she liked regardless. There was extra tension as well, spreading across her scalp leaving heat to spread across her face and chest. This was aggressive and also... good. Ah, she was to offer a punishment because he was going to be smug that wasn't really the problem though... "Ah... it... you..." right she should give that a minute. Actually, considerably less time than that as forceful lunges would do their jobs with relative swiftness, to leave the lass' loins a sticky mess as she tried to cling to Gilgamesh's manhood but instead found bliss. Right. She was mostly just moaning, she was supposed to be punishing or at least coming up with one. She wasn't in the mood for it, as her body lost extra tension and relaxed a bit... she take a different route. A peck of her lips against the side of his face which was closest to her own. "I am feeling generous today... and I know well you are incapable of making yourself less smug..." Complete evasion. She really might need to talk to her sister. She hoped no one was bottling whatever chemical made her change from furious to docile. That would be terrible for the general population. Just the same her hips began to shift backwards towards those furious strokes this time. Upon reaching Relaxation she could do so with more relative ease than before.

[Bloodedge]

So, what sort of 'punishment' did the Queen of Knights believe she could enforce upon the male at her rear? The answer would not come quickly. It seemed Gilgamesh was just thorough enough in his movements to force the normally stoic and steadfast Knight-Queen's hesitation. Her mouth above managed only noises one would steer children from, while her mouth below only drooled upon and tightly imprisoned its violent invader. In a matter of moments, after tension paved the way for relaxation, some form of answer came his way.

A peck on the cheek occurred prior to any verbal response. When the latter appeared, it became clear that Artoria had no reaction in mind. Generous, was she? "Hmph. That is no generosity, Artoria Pendragon. It seems punishment is mine to administer," he said, pulling her hair in such a way as to turn her face towards him again. What was that little peck? Pitiful! Ah, but the situation was perfect to create a more favorable use of her mouth. "A liar shall have his tongue removed, and a liar I deem you. Present to the king your tongue, criminal. You needn't do so quietly." While these words were shared, Gilgamesh would have their faces so very close, neither party could so much as take a shallow breath without the other feeling it. Acquiescence to his demands would result in the immediate claiming of Artoria's tongue into his own mouth, where his wine-stained oral muscle would partake of it. She was so keen to start matching the movements of his hips, so surely it would be no issue to offer him the breakfast he'd skipped, no?

[Apollymi]

There was always so much friction between them, when Artoria relaxed she always did so completely. Even under such rough treatment she found herself incapable of doing anything but accepting. Perhaps, this was simply the way for those with innately violent natures? Maybe, but regardless Artoria found her body at his mercy and her mind was tugged along with it as a direct result. This was the way.

But of course, Gilgamesh could find fault even in Artoria's generosity. She would scoff only to have a retort simple as it was, she was not sure it would count as flirting... "Oh, and the eons long hoarder would know what of generosity I wonder?~" there was moaning to be produced, but still sarcasm and sass. No one could accuse the Queen of Knights of being one who quietly accepted the ridiculousness that was Gilgamesh. He deemed her a liar and thought to punish her for it. Explaining in the moment how such crimes were dealt with. So close he was, he wanted her tongue? How very rude. "I do not lie, Gil..." she mentioned. At the same time there was that gentle tightening of her nether. She did not argue with being a criminal, just argued with the crime. Never a liar, but never one to admit an absolute truth either. Her own nature would only allow absolutism in the narrowest of senses. At the same time, she would not deny this man the desire he presented her. She'd killed people for less audacious claims than calling her... a criminal. He claimed she should present her tongue, she thought to use it for herself once more... it traveled over her own lips before protruding gently between them. Imagine her shock when it was taken immediately and accosted by the King of Heroes. Was this to be her punishment? It could hardly be considered such. What a strange mix of breakfast and wine... she supposed this was why people liked brunch. She would partake of such a kiss matching oscillations of her tongue against his, as if she'd take from him his drink of choice as he stole the last taste of her previous meal. How delightful... if this was punishment perhaps a few more laws could be broken? Criminality was much more her speed than being queen anyway...

[Bloodedge]

What would the hoarder know of generosity? Everything, obviously! At the very least, he knew that which was presented as generous while being no such thing. What of his verbal response, though? Well... "He would know all that he needs to understand the lack of it," he said. On went Artoria to insist she did not lie. There were many semantics to be argued in that regard, truthful though her words were by technicality. Would he argue any of them? No; no he wouldn't. There was far too much to do, including the absolute molestation of the tongue he was offered in spite of Artoria's naysaying.

He could have easily called her compliance the act of a guilty person, but instead, he relished in the sensation of that tongue in his mouth. He was finding coffee to be a rather pleasant thing to taste, but... perhaps that had nothing to do with coffee at all. Perhaps it was simply the tongue itself. Perhaps it was the reactive movements against his own tongue. Perhaps it was nothing to do with any of that, and could solely be blamed on the repeated collision of lower bodies that would certainly not be ending any time soon. A shift would come eventually of course, but how many minutes would pass first? How many orgasms would occur on either end, and how many changes would come about? Maybe it wouldn't be worth counting anything. . .

[Apollymi]

"Hmphf!" A scoff, was all that Artoria could offer as her outstretched tongue was taken. Even so, the previous words of Gilgamesh were not being ignored at all. He was quite right about his ideations. It was true that as a hoarder he did have a unique understanding of generosity especially about being on the receiving end of it. Even so, Artoria would not be stopped and it appeared that even the Golden King did not currently wish to argue semantics with her. Why? Because he was too busy wrestling her tongue with his own. At the same time she was busy tasting wine as the ultimate finisher to her breakfast, he was partaking of her breakfast. This dance this movement of hips his outrageous thrusts being met all of it was symphony of feeling which Artoria herself could not deny enjoying.

In a moment like this, she felt like she could continue on forever... and maybe she would. How many times would she reach bliss. How many times would her mouth open and close? How many times would moans be released only to be swallowed by the King of Heroes? Too many. She was not counting, she was told time was of no consequence and as such she'd not been keeping track. She was keeping track of other things though, the twitching of her leg muscles, the slickening of her loins the constant vibrating pulse of being knocked against internally. Yeah, she could not deny enjoying that at all. Long after the time the sun should have reached its highest peak, a number of positions later into the day Artoria would be found propped up on her elbows one leg over Gilgamesh's shoulder the other dangling off the edge of the bed. She felt like she was being pushed back with every stroke but that was fine too. From this angle she'd taken to watching his manhood disappear at length into her body only to come out again. Strange, it still seemed like the sort of thing that should not work, but she found herself enjoying watching it happen. The muscles of bodies always moved in such noticeable ways and she'd willingly admit to herself now that she enjoyed watching Gilgamesh a bit too much to hide.

[Bloodedge]

The day's earlier bath had been made all but purposeless. Though their bodies had been cleaned as intended, the gratifying murk of intercourse didn't take long to make its appearance anew. After multiple alterations to their positioning, Gilgamesh found himself looking down at the Queen of Knights' body, taking note of the area surrounding their lower regions. He couldn't recall a single fight in which he'd accumulated sweat like this, and he could see the mix of fluids pooling on the bed, beyond its primary purpose of making his constant reentry something done without scorching the flesh. Long had he gone without the previous night's restraint, so that would have been quite the annoyance.

At this point, the king's motions could hardly be considered thrusting. His hips were moving furiously, but it was more oscillation than anything else. Within Artoria, he moved up and down whilst plunging in and out, almost as if he still felt the need to jimmy his way in each time. Considering how ferociously she'd been clenching him, one could say he did need to do as much. Alas, he couldn't get enough of that clenching either. That may or may not have been obvious to all, but it was perhaps certain to become more clear with his next maneuver. One arm remained hooked around Artoria's lifted leg to keep it upon his shoulder, but he'd kept a free hand with which to press against the queen's pelvis. He already presented no shortage of vigor, but stagnation was not his way. Minor shifts had been occurring from time to time in the past few hours, all to create slight changes in sensation for both parties. Only a bit of pressure applied to Artoria's pelvis would be needed to achieve the current goal, as Gilgamesh continued his movements unhindered. Ah, but there was another thing to take note of, wasn't there? He hadn't missed that. "Does the queen take pleasure in gawking at her own defloration? It is a thing to marvel at," he stated, seeming no less amused than he'd been at the beginning.

[Apollymi]

The movements of the King of Heroes in such a situation were not to be understated. Artoria had demanded a bath first thing in the morning, and would likely demand another at some point in the next few hours. She couldn't claim to feel clean but it was not a disgusting kind of sweat upon them. No, she'd liken it more to the kind she could get from working out early in the morning by herself. Or the kind of filth she'd come back to Camelot with after slaying the Sword Emperor. Gratifying. Signs of a job well done. Yes... something like that.

The pooling of wetness near her lower body was also something else to know. At current it was keeping her from overheating making those oscillating motions of Gilgamesh something she could enjoy repeated. And then another minor change. One of his hands came to rest against her pelvis forcing a clenching which sent her into near shock. It was such a minor movement but it made the entire sensation of the moment change. A gentle moan slipped from between her lips as her eyes shifted from their point of interest up to Gilgamesh's eyes for just a moment and then back where they'd been looking before. "I would not say I am gawking, nor would I say it is simply a matter of watching you deflower me which is a thing of interest..." she mentioned. Her mind was likely still too much for violence watching him plunge in and out of her reminded her of torture. Not perpetrated against herself but the sort she enjoyed committing against others. Blades sunken at the perfect depth removed with precision, only to be sunk in a second time was all but unheard of as a skill aside from her own ability to do so... "It is a thing of magic and wonder to watch blade repeatedly sink in and be removed at the same angle in the same place. Much more interesting is watching one use all of that muscle to achieve such a goal..." What a strange thing to admit as her body almost convulsed around the tool and she fought to keep her eyes on what she wanted to see. "I enjoy the view."

[Bloodedge]

A minor miscalculation preceded Gilgamesh's speech. Artoria had not been observing her own defloration all this time, but had instead likened it to the acts of violence she so enjoyed. That was rather strange, and just as strangely erotic. Ah, but that wasn't all. A passing comment of musculature had been thrown into her explanation, confirming another target of her viewing pleasure as the king himself. For one who spoke against his smug nature, she was quite keen to enable it. "Fuh~" he cackled. "Then at long last, you have spoken words of glorious purpose! You shall be rewarded."

Always one to speak of punishment and reward, Gilgamesh was never one to go without delivering. What would this alleged reward be? Something full of pomp, certainly. His upper body pulled away until he achieved a vertical position. The arm around Artoria's leg snaked over it, reaching out to grasp her back. While pulling the woman toward his torso, he'd also move his own legs until they were crossed beneath her, never once disconnecting them in the process. "You see, witnessing your brilliance has never been enough. I did not know satisfaction until I could lay these hands upon you. Come, Artoria Pendragon; know the same elation I have discovered." That dangling leg of Artoria's was taken with gusto, brought up to Gilgamesh's side and held by the thigh. In the meantime, the hand by which he'd lifted her explored the queen's back. His movements hadn't halted once; even his buttocks would see some use in enabling a continued pumping motion. Most importantly though, this new positioning left open a greater tier of intimacy. Viewing and touching were both available in spades, and Gilgamesh himself would not hesitate to take advantage. Not even three seconds passed before he was assaulting Artoria's exposed neck with his mouth, even as her hair caught in his nostrils with every inhale─ even as a few strands were caught between his lips and the very flesh he sucked into his maw. A secondary bath in a few hours? She'd be lucky if he even loosed her in that time.