A golden opportunity fit for a king. (Private to bitchcraft

[eiyuuou]

[Marriage. Such a thing that is truly a ridiculous notion to even think of unless there was a woman truly worthy of his twisted form of 'love' and 'affections'. But even still, its not like Gilgamesh ever thought about dismissing such an invitation for this arrangement.

Even though they aren't related by blood, this was an arrangement brought to his brother-like friend, Enkidu. Of course, the Lancer Servant going through great leaps and bounds to convince the Golden King to at least consider on paying his potential bride a visit before passing judgment. And were it any other man, he would have done so already.

And adding to the fact that this woman is also a unique mage of sorts also caught his attention. Perhaps another magus after the Holy Grail? Heh... what a foolish goal, but still entertaining all the same. And that's what truly brings the King of Heroes right before the blonde haired woman before him in their private meeting room: Curiosity and a thirst for entertainment.

The room seemed to be fancy in itself. A crystal chandelier, red and golden color themed furniture from the curtains to the cushioned chairs he seats himself on, and black lacquered wooden table with golden etchings of lions and eagles carved in every corner and legs being the only thing separating the two of them. Eventually a hand hovers over the table before a bright glowing ripple appears and slowly descends a bottle of wine and two wine golden glasses, allowing the king to indulge himself to a nice drink and his... guest as well. For now.]

I shall tell you now that I am a man with very little patience. My time is precious and I do not like it to be wasted. [And a small sip from his glass and letting the other filled glass float on over to her side.] So tell me, witch. Why should I even consider the notion of having you be my woman? I have no need for magic tricks or any cheap glamour to entertain me... and other than that, I seem to have little information or interest about you. So do try to change that.

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[bitchcraft]

[ Breathe, Beatrice. Patience brings all good things. She'll cross her legs in her seat, fully dressed in the black and gold gown of the Golden witch, drawing smoke through her pipe before letting it pass through her lips. She is here to tame an ancient king, but he couldn't be aware of it. Arrogant as he was, there was value in him that made her keep her seat and hold her tongue, at least for this moment. ]

I believe you and I have more to offer each other than mere parlor tricks could buy. Rest assured, I'm an independent person, and I do not offer myself so freely, to any hand.

You are a king, are you not? Have you ever given thought to securing your legacy?

[ She can't believe that this is what she comes to him, for. She cannot deny, as the Golden Witch, this king is likely the most compatible person for her-- to match her prowess and cunning and to hold domain over everything that shines with gold. Though she was originally created from love, she has no reason to chase those dreams anymore-- power, however, is more than welcome, and she won't go without chasing that. ]

I am the Golden, Endless Witch, Beatrice. All I touch turns to gold, and infinity is my domain. I am not a fighter, like you-- true... even if I've indulged the battlefield before, but I have infinity at my mercy and as fun as it is, it's starting to grow... droll. I won't ask for you for companionship... we both know that's a waste of time here.

[ She picks up the wine glass, swirls it a little. ]

But I think I offer considerable... beneficial arrangements for the both of us.

[eiyuuou]

[Whatever enticing ideal he had at that one split second had all fallen completely flat. Sure, he looked amused before, but now? He's looking rather displeased from the suggestion of such a thing.]

Securing my legacy? Hmph. What a ridiculous question. And here I had hoped you were offering far more than just that.

[Placing the glass down on the table for him to fold his arms across his chest, he leans back to gaze down at the witch with a piercing glare from what he had took earlier as an insult. Each second of that stare was more of him inspecting and watching every single movement and body language she's showing before continuing.]

If you already know that I am a king, then you should already know my legacy is already written down among the words of history. My legacy is why I am here speaking with you right this minute. Don't speak of my efforts and my history as if it were nothing to begin with. Just because you are a woman doesn't mean I will excuse you for your obvious cluelessness of your betters.

[But with that being said, he'll reach out for his glass once more before swirling the wine inside in a more relaxed and casual demeanor. Like his irritation was just short lived for that moment before continuing on.]

All that you touch turns to gold? Heh. What a wasted gift to offer a king such as myself... when all of the world's treasure belongs to me already, such talents is just a drop in the bucket for the whole. But I'll acknowledge your gift. After all... not even Midas himself knew how to use his Golden Rule before it came back to haunt him as a curse.

So, what offer is it that you plan to arrange for us? Political? No need for it. Monetary gain? We've just discussed that already. Or... is what you seek to get my interest is a continuous bloodline lineage? I would suppose that would fit perfectly as your role as a woman with such a shapely body as yourself. But that would only mean seeing if you are truly worth being my woman to begin with for that.

[bitchcraft]

[ So he couldn't be baited with that? Good to know. It would have been a boring fight if it had just dropped there. ]

As someone endless, my legacy is secured in myself as well. Relax, I have nothing to offer you with only my flesh. To think, if I were to degrade myself on that basis alone... I'd not be worthy of my title.

You, King, are an opponent, and one I seek to secure. I have so many years, and boredom... kills me. [ She cackles, softly. ] I have spent my days pettily determining the value of human and magic lives, and I want to turn myself towards a more ... eternal struggle. Though maybe you don't live up to my current little fantasy-- maybe if we went along with this game, I'd simply have you kissing my hand and calling me your better half in such a pitifully short amount of time.

I wouldn't. Put it. Past you.

[ She takes another long drag of smoke, and blows it in his direction. ]

Forgive me for disenchanting you. I hope I have gotten your attention.

[eiyuuou]

[If the bait earlier didn't work, this one most certainly did! There was absolutely NO way he was willing to take such a disrespectful display like that and do nothing!]

You... mongrel!

[As if right on cue, three swords had shot up from underneath the table and pierced right through with all three pointed directly at Beatrice with just inches away from piercing her body just as well. Oh, it would have been nice. It WILL be nice to show this woman her... place.

Wait a minute. Killing her would just be too easy, and that challenge she just gave out to him made him think carefully on this. And sure enough, a snap of his fingers allowed those weapons to dissolve into dust in thin air as a small grin begins for form on his face.]

Pfft--KuHAHAHAHAHA! No, killing you would not even be half satisfying for this. You honestly think that a lowly mage like yourself is able to make me bow down to the likes of you?! HAH! You really are an absolutely clueless woman... very well!

[And that? That makes him swill down the remaining wine from his glass and slams it down on the table as he leans over towards her with a very predatory smirk growing across his face.]

I'll accept your challenge, witch! But make no mistake that I'll be making sure that you will learn your place between us. By the end of this all, you will be bowing down to me whenever I grace my presence to you, obediently carry out every single one of my orders, and graciously take pleasure when I use your body as I please wherever and whenever.

Your body, mind, and what little left of your spirit will all belong to me. Your Infinity will belong to me, witch. Look forward to your new life.

[bitchcraft]

[ She cackles, and it's loud and abrasive and matches him in volume. Her grin curled into a smiling snarl at the very notion that he could degrade her so. He truly pulled no breaks on his personality, as she observed-- he seemed perfectly unbreakable, which meant infinity would be kind to her if she had him to duke it out with. ]

Hahahahaha-- ahahahaha! Perfect! Perfect! A game of breaking it is, then! By the time I'm done with you, you'll only be good enough for my heel! Prepare for your new place as my foot rest, while you're at it. I will treat you well for the rest of our days, fiancée.

[ She grabs his shirt with her hand tightly after he leans in towards her, and bites at his lips-- it would be erroneous to call it anything like a kiss. She's proud with what she's done, and she's happy to take the first step forward in grounding him by asserting her dominance.

She'll let go, almost dismissively after, as if the gesture is saying 'your lips are hardly worth my time and dignity just yet'. ]

[eiyuuou]

[Well, now that did catch him offguard. Perhaps this will be a pretty interesting challenge after all! Her assertive action definitely solidified the idea to him that she would be a fun toy to play with for sure.

But the bite felt like it was the first blow to the many things yet to come, so clearly Gilgamesh needed to correct that to show that he is the dominant one of the two here. So even if she backs off from letting go, both of his hands will be wrapped around and grabbing hold of her nice posterior with a literal handful on each side and pulling her back closer to him.

Sure, there are bite marks on his lips, but his eyes are giving her that silent "I dare you to try that again." message as he scoffs down at her. Another couple of gropes on her butt here before he makes a small shrug. Eh, she's passable. Definitely some room for improvement here.]

[bitchcraft]

[ She growls a bit at the sudden grab, somewhat aware it was coming but pushing against his chest to get eye level with him. ]

You will wait. I'll not be used before I'm a bride, I can promise you that. You will bide for your revenge at my little trespass. After all, we don't want to break the, ah... traditional roles of the game, do we.

[ That, or she doesn't want him to get dulled to the idea after a quick lay or anything like that. Beatrice has been in the game too long, suffered all kinds of torture, to waste the opportunity by letting him roam her body before things were going to get good. It was more important to her to plan for the long term.

Men. Always think of sex first, she thinks. Besides, she's relatively self assured of her first little aggression; she has started the game, and she will lead him along it, she tells herself. ]

[eiyuuou]

[But that? That earns her a butt pinch that isn't really sexual at all. Like a scolding older figure trying to discipline someone for their wrongful doings before letting them go.

He does release one hand though to brush up against her side to place it holding, gently mind you, his fingers around her neck with his thumb pressing up to her chin to have her look up right at him.]

Don't even think about making demands to me, witch. You really don't seem to understand your position or who you are playing with in this little game of yours. I am the rules. I play how I play. And I always play for keeps. And right now? I'm personally inspecting to see just how much value you have that isn't all straight to your chest. If you think this is a problem now, then I highly suggest you learn to get over it very quickly.

Because I always handpick what belongs to me if they are valuable, and I always go very thorough with my evaluations whether it be treasure or people.

[Speaking of handling things, that hand on her neck will also move down to check out just how nice that rack of hers is. And man, that does earn some high marks. Well then... a mouthy witch with a pretty decent body that thinks she can out do the King of Heroes? This is a game he'll be winning without any doubt at all.]

[bitchcraft]

[ Well that's nice, Gil, but if she starts agreeing to your whims now it'll be a slippery slope in your game. So all of a sudden? You're holding on to nothing but air. A golden butterfly flickers away from where the witch once stood and again rested on the chair across from him. She re-materialized with a mock pout on her face. ]

I don't think you understand-- we will do things as I say. All games begin with rules, whether you like them or not. You'll unhand me when I deem it so. I'll only welcome you with my flesh on my terms, so don't go groping me without class.

But I promise we will play, as husband and wife are supposed to, but only when we share that title together.

Am I clear, King of Heroes?

[eiyuuou]

[Well that was definitely unexpected. But he'll be sure to snatch one of those butterflies in his hand before they all flutter away from their original spot. Needless to say, he was hardly pleased at the result of the way things were going so far.

Why did Enkidu ever thought this pain in the ass woman was an ideal match for him again? What a pain... in which he'll be telegraphing that particular thought with his teeth grinding together and him clenching his fist tight that held the butterfly.]

You... you seriously think you are in any position to make demands out of me when it was you who came to be to begin with? I may have accepted your challenges, but none of your conditions. I'll commend you to having some nerve to speaking your mind to a king, but giving enough sass will earn you a cut tongue.

Remember, witch. [Snapping his fingers once again, this time with a dozen of glowing ripples appearing behind him each one slowly protruding out a weapon or an item of sort. From sharp spears to floating amulets, the king casually took hold of a stone ring that slowly slipped onto his ring finger.] You're in my domain. Anything I say will go as I say it. Your pitiful magecraft or your glibness will be of use to you here for very long.

So please... please. Do test me. Do try me. I will show you that I will pass every time, and will show you just what I will do when you earn my ire. Potential wife or not.

[bitchcraft]

My, you sound like you're... getting fed up already? Is it possible that when you don't have your way, you give up the challenge as if it was simply never there?

Here I thought this was going to be interesting.

[ She shrugs, looking nonchalantly at the weapons as she takes another breath of her pipe. She's starting to look sour to the whole thing. She thought he would be a competitor, rather than someone who would just give up right at the bat. Her eyes were silently judging, but not breaking eye contact. ]

I'll give it to you that I came to you first, but under a set condition... hyahahahaha, or have I gotten you so worked up you're impaaaatient? [ Her voice drawled in a contemptuous laugh. ] If you're going to claim the right to your domain, do it! With your own bare hands, not some weapons! If I anger you, I expect you to grab me by the hair and show me my place, if you're capable of it! Right now, I just slip through your fingers so easily, so rise to my challenge! If you are the King of Kings, than prove it unquestioningly! If you can't, then I've wasted my time!

[ She was aggressive so openly, and she didn't regret a single one of her words. She wouldn't dare to back down, not before any man. ]

[eiyuuou]

[Well, he did say that he was not a very patient man and all of this is really getting irritating by the second. But if she is openly challenging him in a different manner, then he is going to act out accordingly. Just right in the middle of that rant of hers, his eyes narrowed and his tongue clicked in annoyance.

So this was her goal. Trying to play through things in her terms and not his? Was this woman really that strong or just that stupid? Regardless, without a word or a single movement from his end, something had shot out from his treasury vault glowing behind him that soon found itself wrapped around Beatrice's neck.

That, of course, being a black collar with golden studs covering the outer layer that is also connected to a chain still sticking inside his Gate of Babylon. And once the contact has been made? That chain will be reeling her back towards Gilgamesh-- even if it drags her right over the table and spilling the wine bottle and glasses in the process.]

So that's what this is all about, is it? To man handle you with my bare hands and forcefully show you your place inside and out of this silly game of yours? Don't be stupid, witch. If I wanted to dirty my hands over a filthy mage, then I would be doing much worse than the gracious hospitality I've been giving.

[And several more chain links would appear to shoot out from the sides all aiming for different parts of her limbs. Around her wrists and ankles, some wrapping around her waists, and some twisting around to have her arms behind her back and even eventually hoisting up enough strength to lift her up into the air all while pulling her closer and closer to him to eventually having her brought up to his face level.]

You talk big, but you only shown me that you're only good at running your mouth and running away. As a woman, you've rejected a man's advances regardless of the role of being my potential bride or not. And even as a guest in my domain, you refuse to acknowledge just who is in charge here. The necessity to dirty my hands with you much longer continues to dwindle at the moment. We can discuss who's time is being wasted here as much as we like... but I believe I can find much better use out of you before your usefulness turns into uselessness.

If you refuse to obey my own rules, then I'll just outright reject your proposal as my bride... but... [He reaches out for the chain to give a tug at her neck.] I suppose I could always find time to discipline a new pet into submission.

[bitchcraft]

[ The moment the collar makes contact with her neck, she grits her teeth and it's taking a portion of her restraint (and pride) not to disappear and reappear again. The same trick would get old, and she's steeling herself amidst her bonds for whatever she has to do. So she looks lazy, bored as her hands become bound and she's lifted into the air, making steely blue eye contact with his red eyes as her fingers clench.

There's another reason she hasn't mentioned why she's here yet, and that's other witches. She dares not betray it in her expression, keeping a lofty grin as he begins his speech of how lowly she is in his domain. Lambdadelta's voice echoes in her head. 'Find this certain man, and keep afloat in a game with him-- make it entertaining for us, or I'll punish you in the best way!'

And she had seen Lambdadelta's hell to offer, so she decided there wasn't much choice there. But she did have a cruel and fiendish heart at times-- she definitely, completely wants to teach this man his place, and prove herself. It will be hard breaking him down, but so long as she doesn't lose her will, all is not lost. She mustn't. ]

Ahahahahaha...

[ Her bonds don't stop her from laughing. ]

If you can't agree to my terms, I guess we'll have no choice but to negotiate a little. I see you're a man fond of binding a woman. [ She giggles as if she's completely on board with it, tugging where her arms are to make sure they're secure. ] So open with your preferences!

Let's play a game then, by your terms. If you can't break me, then we'll continue to play.

[eiyuuou]

[There was that pause in thought about this. Well, he isn't really going to make too much of a fuss now that she is complying, but to what does he have in mind that could truly make her be claimed as his own? After all, she will be part of his treasure in one way or another!]

Fine. I'll allow it. That I will agree with, at the very least.

[However, the chains that bound and held her up in the air soon disappeared, leaving the her to dropped and caught into his arms. And he makes it no secret that he's got something in store that is very perverse and sexual since its written all over his face.]

For the time that we do not carry out the role of husband and wife, you will the pet and I am the master. That collar around your neck will be the proof of that-- and don't bother trying to remove it. It will forcefully dispel any magical attempts and I hold the key to its physical lock.

So until our game starts, you are free to do as you please. Find a room or get yourself settled in while you are staying with me during this little game of ours while you are here. When you are ready to start... then, well... may the best player win.

[He does reach his hand up to brush some of the locks of her hair to the side so he could pet her cheek with his finger tips and a crooked smile forming across his face. Yeah... that'll be a good way to start things off first.]

[bitchcraft]

[ So that was the way it was going to be. She could already feel the constraints of the collar, and a little effort revealed to her she couldn't phase into her butterflies to get away from him-- she was rendered physical with this collar, and it starts a little excitement in her-- so she can't run, even if she wanted to? She really was settling in for a big game.

She has qualms about being his pet, of course, but she did bow to his terms, and she wasn't one for turning down the challenge. Pets could own their masters, after all, and command them to do their bidding-- she would be an unruly thing, and she hoped he'd know it. ]

Hoh. I see... you really pull out all the stops, don't you? I'll agree to all of it-- just don't expect me to be a placid kitten who'd eat out of the palm of your hand. I'm sure you're well aware.

[ She'll make eye contact with him, occasionally flitting down to the mark where she bit him. Ah, yes, if there's anything she'll get out of this battle, she dealt the very first blow. ]

I'm ready to start whenever you are, uho.

For the longest time, I thought I've pushed the post comment button like an hour ago /)_(\

[eiyuuou]

Starting off as soon as possible, are we? Perfect.

[Placing the woman back down on her feet and letting the rest of the chain disappear into thin air off of her collar, the king stood indignant before her and crossing his arms befre he continued. Either he blatantly ignored what she had just said, or just thought that she was just trying to bluff him out; Gilgamesh was not going to test waters. He's going to plow right through them! ]

First thing is first... pets have no need or desire for wearing clothes that a person would wear. Take off everything. I want to see every single inch about you to see just how much quality you have. You may sound and act high bred, but no mongrel can hide their true colors once exposed. Then we'll begin to see how much training as long as it took for you to start begging for my affections.

[The wicked grin on his face never faded-- if anything, grew more and more predatory and perverse by the second with each thought coming to mind.]

But, for your willingness to agree, I shall allow short time periods of training. Once these periods are over, then we can go to whatever scheme you plan out to be my wife with your martial games or what have you. And then we play the rules of whomever's game is in charge as I see fit. That is not a suggestion, dear.

shhhh it's okay

[bitchcraft]

[ She smirks, lowly, knowing that even if she sheds her clothes she won't shed her pride. She was no blushing bride, and didn't care about him seeing her flesh-- if she makes it to the end of the game with him, he would have seen it all anyway. She pries the dress from her shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. She's nude, barring her collar, choker, shoes, golden ring, and still holding the pipe she's still nonchalantly smoking from. A small kick to the dress on the ground has it disappear into golden sparkles, along with her shoes. ]

Is that all? A bride disrobes sooner or later anyway. I'm not bothered.

[ And she is beautiful, make no mistake. Beatrice's form was created to be the perfect woman, long back when she came into existence. She has voluptuous curves, perfect poise, soft skin, and full lips. She crosses her arms at her waist, waiting. ]

Of course, of course. I consent to the rules. I'll work with them no matter how we set them up.

[eiyuuou]

[ Admittedly, he was hoping that she'd be put off at the very least by his instructions. Just something of that spark of defiance and putting up a struggle would make this all the more fun in the long run. So having her just accept things in such a nonchalant manner really just... well it just made it feel like the fun was taken out of it!

Still, he didn't hesitate on circling around the woman and gazing down at her perfect figure when she was done disrobing herself. Perhaps, if at the very least, she would be a suitable trophy to claim as his own. A hand does reach out to brush against her skin along her lower back and sliding up to her sides to brushing against her folded arms. Soft and supple, yet finely toned! This witch certainly does have interesting magic at her disposal if that is truly the case. ]

If nothing else, you do have an ideal body of a woman that would make a lesser man beg for. But I am no lesser man, so don't expect begging from me anytime soon. Still...

[ And as predicted, that hand will slide up to grab hold of one boob to fondle. Not sexually, but more like examining on feeling just how much of it is either real or a magical illusion. ]

I will acknowledge that your beauty and body are both worth my full attention, for however long it may take until I am bored with you. My rules are simple: I am the rules. I make them, change them, and dismiss them whenever and however I please.

They are to carried out. Failure to comply with any of them is not accepted, and will be punished by any means I see necessary. Is this understood?

[bitchcraft]

[ She's not here to please you, Gilgamesh. She's here to fight on her own terms. Picking the battle made it more interesting-- fighting over clothes? Less so. She can almost hear the harassing giggle of the two witches she knew were observing her, but the truth is, she wanted to pick a fight closer to home, so as he surveys, she sways away from him from time to time, casually stepping away from his grasp, defining the rule of look, but don't touch. When he cups her breast though, she stays still, making harsh and direct eye contact with him, as if to say 'my body-- so what of it?' ]

Hoh! And you think there are things I can't do with it that would make you beg for every inch of it. [ She's bluffing, there-- since becoming a witch, she has no sexual experience that has made marks on her body-- she has tortured others, though, on her watch, denied them pleasure, and asserted her dominance without letting a single man touch her, a code being violated at present. The moment he moves his hand, her clothes rematerialize. ]

Is that all? You sound like you're taking me for a doll, aren't you?

This will not go easy for you. Your rules or not, you're an opponent to me, and all that's fair to compete with you I will use to my advantage. Don't go changing them if you start losing. Wouldn't that be shameful?

[eiyuuou]

If and when you do end up becoming my pet, you would be no different than a meat doll for my personal use. So yes, that's exactly what it is. After all, if you're here to play games, then why not be my new toy while you're at it?

[ He makes a small snort at her tone however. Again, dismissing what she is saying being nothing more than just noises coming out of her yawning chasm called a mouth that keeps on running. At this point, he's literally brushing off her words by dusting off his shoulder at her and turning his back as he makes his way out of the meeting room.

He'll also be motioning her to come along with him then since with that collar on, it'll be hard to magic her way around anywhere in this place. ]

Yes, yes. So long as you play by my rules, there won't be any issue for me to change them to put you on a disadvantage. Yet. Although I honestly doubt you'll be able to take much of anything for long, but I'm honestly expecting a lot out of you.

That haughty attitude of yours being broken once I ravish your entire being. And just think... for as long as you are my pet, you will be forced to please a man with every fiber of your being. Begging for a release of your restrictions placed upon you while giving great pleasures to satisfy my needs... like a rose forcefully having its petals ripped apart. [ And that makes him lick his lips hungrily as he looks over his shoulder to her.]

That broken figure of submission and eagerness to please. That is your eventual pet life. So... best of luck of having me convinced to let you become my wife instead, kitten. Maybe then your collar will become unleashed.

[bitchcraft]

Oh, seduce me harder! I'm already loving your confident chatter. When I hear the most forbidden sound of you mewling at my touch, everything will be lost to you. So please, keep talking, if I can file it away for future reference, this kind of dirty talk will absolutely get me going! Kuhyahahaha!

[ She is already imagining it, and it's absolutely a charming mental image, though she has no doubt he's seeing the exact same thing from her. It didn't matter-- because she knew there was nothing he could do to her just yet that would expose weakness. Just fight-- her teeth were absolutely gritted in a smile that begged to bite at his flesh again, to wrap her fingers around his neck and deny him air while she straddled him-- all perfectly fine mental images to keep working with as she went along. ]

Just know for that image of me broken so sweetly in your mind, there's a matching one of you just for me.

[ Nonetheless, she'll follow him through the quarters. ]

This shouldn't have taken this long to come up with. I tried so hard not to rush it! Honest! ;w;

[eiyuuou]

[ This bravado of hers really can excite a man oh so very well! Especially when it comes to this bedroom talk already more or less going back and forth between the two. And it didn't matter how he got there, but sooner or later, this woman would be having the most shameful of all faces that is both begging for his touch and loathing it at the same time. That is goal for the night at any case.

And it doesn't take long for the two to end up in their new location: The "throne room". Its more or less a wide room with not only filled with light thanks to the extreme lighting from the windows, but also filled with many people that served under this King of Heroes. Just a simple display of authority and him seating himself at the single throne at the very back center of the room and continued to address his would-be pet wife.]

Clearly the best stage for two lions entering a den is to provide the entertainment to the masses to show which one is the most dominant one. And what better way to show the lesser trash who is one of them than to introduce who you are and your new role as my personal pet fuck toy. And don't worry... they'll treat you with just as much respect as you deserve, witch.

...but on the off chance that you do end up becoming my woman, then I suppose this is also the great start of where you will learn to become comfortable sitting at. But now that that is all said and done...

[ He snaps his fingers and then pointed right at his crotch with a smirk grew on his face. ]

Let the games begin.

[bitchcraft]

[ Give her a minute.

She's looking around at the servants and looking at him and there's this incredulous look on her face before it settles into annoyance. This isn't a game, she thought, this is just degrading myself for your personal pleasure! Her fists clenched before letting go. She agreed, but she didn't think this was what was going to be on the table. She crosses her arms, expressing some disappointment. ]

Haah? Your way of starting the game is to degrade me publically? In what situation do I have a chance to compete with you on this front? We agreed there would be rules first.

[ It's going to take some convincing to get her to go along with this one. ]

[eiyuuou]

[ And that? That honestly earned Beatrice one boisterous laughter coming from Gilgamesh like she had just told him the most hilarious joke he had ever heard in his entire life and current second life!

And given the nature of the situation, it's a little troubling to figure out which is more inappropriate: The demanded action or the laugh itself from her response. But eventually that dies down to him wiping a tear from his eye as he settles down.]

Hahaha... haaaaaaaaaaaah. That tone... That tone of yours nearly just implied that you had suddenly realized just how far you've dug yourself deep when trying to play games with the King of Heroes. It was truly a beautiful sound.

[ But now his own tone turns more sinister as he leans in close as he props an elbow up on the armrests to rest his chin on his hand.]

And yes, that is exactly how I start the game. We also agreed that I am the rules. And honestly? I wished to see just how far and how much you truly wanted to play your little game with me by complying with my orders.

Just how much is it that you want to be my woman? Just how much is it worth to you that you want to make that attempt to see if you do have what it takes to have me licking your heel?

Just how far are you willing to go so show that you are a worth while opponent for me that is able to do whatever necessary to challenge the likes of me, even if the chances become you being... well... royally fucked can go many ways.

If you are not able to show me by going along with my demands, how do you expect me to even think you are worth my time? Or much less, carrying 'my legacy'? Tell me, witch. Does sucking a king's dick already put you into a shaking mess? Are you going to continue acting like a frightened virgin that has yet to touched by a man? Do show me just how far dedicated you truly are to this.

[bitchcraft]

Ha...

... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahhh... hahaha...!

[ She was tense, but laughter still shook through her uncomfortably. So he was just going to behave like a child-- to put himself on this higher pedestal and call sucking his dick an act of dedication. She was already in this for however long he had her leashed, but it'd be hell before Golden Witch of Endless got on her knees now. If he wasn't going to learn that she was difficult, and he'd sooner be skewered by the red and blue than get her to willingly-- before an audience, get down on her knees. ]

You have a lot to learn about me! And here, I thought, it would be pleasant to fuck around with you-- to wrestle with you in your own private chambers! Ahhh, ha ha, though if you demand this without fighting for it, you must truly be horrible with women. Allow me to educate you.

I said I would play by your rules, but not your command. Surely, you know the difference? If you say 'oh, well show your commitment by blowing me', isn't it just the same as saying 'by the way, I win because I said so'? If you intend to break me, you're going to have to play much harder! Or could it be you're lazy and can't commit to your own game?

[eiyuuou]

[ That sure is lovely bait she is tossing out at his lap there, but that was definitely not the things he had wanted from her. So while she is on her spiel until she was done, he bores his red eyes directly into blue ones as he snaps his fingers for the chain to reappear attaching itself to her collar and the glowing ripple of his treasury appearing right beneath his legs to forcibly pull her closer to him as he responds with three simple words.]

I don't care.

[ What is his is his, and what is hers is also his. That is how a bully is today and exactly what a tyrant's mindset was back in ancient sumerian days were just as well. Everyone had a role and a place in life. And Beatrice's? Her role is sitting on his dick or sucking on it like an obedient toy. ]

You really seem to be on some sort of misunderstanding that you have a voice in this domain. You have one when you are granted one by me. Until then, you are going to learn very quick that your place is exactly what I say it is. The way this game is that I tell you what to do, and you will do it. It's called "The King's Law". Failure to comply will result in punishment-- which if you remember as I told you before, is how I will deal as I see fit.

It was honestly your foolish ideal that you think you can barter with me like some half-witted naive boy with no experience in the world or with women. But if you truly doubt my experiences with women, then I will show you the same way I've shown others before you.

[And given that the witch is fully clothed again this time around, more ripples of his treasury came out from both sides of him with sharp blades ready to cut and slice just with a thought in mind. And that heartless gaze of his continued to stare down at her as he raised a hand up.]

Now accept your punishment gratefully and learn from your mistakes to never question my authority again. But I will give you this one warning since you are new here... don't move a muscle, or you will die.

[And with a flick of a finger, the first blade shot straight to the sides of the witch with an impressive precision; However it was not to harm her. Rather, it was more made to forcibly cut the top of her dress to ribbons to forcibly expose her chest. That is, assuming she didn't make any movements as he instructed.]

[bitchcraft]

[ Well, damn.

She understood now that this wasn't as bendable as she would have hoped. Her clothes torn to shreds, she reflected that Lambdadelta had sent her here knowing exactly what she'd be getting into. Indeed a more perverse game than she expected out of the other witch, but the aim was likely to degrade Beatrice beyond anything. She closes her eyes as she feels the clothing cut into her...

And moves. Of course she's pierced, right through the heart as a matter of fact, but she meant to. With half her top destroyed, she grabs the blade piercing through her and pulls it out, dropping it to the floor in a flinging motion that's meant to flicker her blood onto him. The wound healed over immediately-- she was bloody still, and had one bare breast, but she was making a very visible point-- try to cut me, and pierce me. Infinity is with me, not you.

And her hand shot out to grab his package and twist it. ]

Ah, ah? You said right in front [ squeeze ] of everyone, so here it is. You wanted my hand on your dick?

Fucking take it!

[eiyuuou]

[ Oh no. Ooooooh no no no no NO. Of all the things he would have expected this woman to do, manhandling the royal jewels like that was NOT part of the plan at all! He honestly didn't care if the blood and gore got onto him or she had willfully got herself killed; THIS IS SOMETHING PRETTY IMPORTANT NO ONE EVER SHOULD MESS AROUND WITH LIKE THIS!

While the scene can be pretty disturbingly hot as his boner in her hand would very much suggest, but being twisted around so harshly like so? Yeeeeeah, no. King of Heroes or not, a dude's junk is not something to be roughhousing like that! So he will be making a very pained... yell? Roar? It was a noise, that's for sure. But he'll slam both of his hands at both ends of his armrests and gripped on tight at the knobs as he lurched over in pain and more closer to facing her. ]

Y-You bitch... you purposely injured yourself... just so you could--?!

[ He would try to slice her hand off, but the rigor mortis would keep the tight grip on his dick and make it all the more painful. He could use the chains to subdue her again, but ripping her grip into something else would make it just as painful. So he was carefully thinking what to do exactly at this point as he seethed all of his hate and anger with his breath and a seriously raging boner at the witch before him. ]

Don't think-- Don't think I'll ever let this slide easily!

[bitchcraft]

You listen to me. [ Her grip was as tight as ever. ] We'll play by actual rules. If you want to degrade my flesh you are going to earn it, king or not, no man will have his way with me just because it suits his whims! You're going to agree to it, or I'm going to draw the attention of your servants, even moreso-- and have them watch as a feeble newcomer makes a bitch out of their king!

[ Her other hand is on his leg, and she's grinning deviously up at him. She would test him, squeeze, and then unsqueze slightly, then harder, making him well aware of the grip she has on him. ] Real rules, real games, and I'll release you with no fuss. You can't kill me, no matter how hard you try-- there's only one person in the entire universe who can! You can try to torture me, but I'll just regenerate as soon as I'm hit. You're going to cooperate with me. Consent on your word, and I'll release you. I'll make no fuss.

And whatever conquesting march you begin to completely dominate me or whatever you plan to do-- begin it, I don't care, but I hope you realize right now who you are dealing with.

Do I have your word? [ Putting on the pressure here. ]

[eiyuuou]

[ He couldn't even squirm in place given how tightly she held him, but his glare was so toxic that he would melt her entire body with how hotly the anger was flaring up inside him. So much that the squeezing with his dick in the most not sexually pleasing way really got him to the last straw as he lashed out with his hand to grab hold the top of her head.

He wasn't going to push her down to forcibly give him a blowjob. Hell, pretty sure all things considered, he's more angry than aroused-- well maybe kind of still popping a boner with all the blood rushing to both his head and his dick the way things are going, but he was more focused on crushing head with his grip to get his message across as more Noble Phantasms start to come out and pointed at her. Each one ranging from scythes, ornaments, and other supremely old artifacts just brimming with energy. ]

I'll acknowledge your persistence and in that respect, your little pleas for how to play whatever game you desired, but don't ever think you can command and control me, you filthy piece of garbage. I'll play along with your games, but know that I do have the necessary tools to sever your immortality and I have many more to make you bleed and make you scream. You can try to show off your little victory to the servants all you want! They know what will happen eventually... you will die either slowly or quick.

The Gods themselves shook in my presence, so do you honestly think a mere witch-- a mere woman can shake me?!

[ That was most definitely a roar out of him to attract everyone in the room as he raises up to his feet and backhands the witch right across her face. ]

Oh, I will conquer and own you and everything about you. But if you think threatening me is going to make me remotely worried or cautious about you, then I will personally teach you just how much power of the King of Heroes has over the likes of you.

Now remove your disgusting hands off of me, mongrel. Else I will find a way to violate your entire being more than just your filth of a meatdoll body.

[bitchcraft]

[ She grit her teeth when he grabbed the top of her head, but remained unshaken. She wasn't going to bow to some hair pulling, of all the childish things to deal with. Her teeth were grit into a most disturbing smile. He could call her trash and filth, but she had insulted him in such a way he could no longer brush it off his shoulders. Perfect. He could ramble on and on about how he wants to kill an abstract concept all he wants, but she knows that's not necessarily going to make it happen. She'd been skewered and impaled many times, by all kinds of weapons. She was not afraid. ]

Look at you, you are already shaken. The fact that I struck you instead of bowing my head low has already made you lose control.

Counter me all you like, but know this: until and if you truly break me, you will not drag me unto your flesh and violate me. I will not kneel before you and please you without dragging you down first. Next time I will bite it off.

[ The backhand doesn't surprise her, nor does it shake her up that much. He spiraled out of control so quickly on their first encounter it was hard to believe he was just brushing off her words a moment earlier. Her smile is still ever present when she backs up and -- finally -- lets go. ]

Is that all? I believe you told me I could settle somewhere in your domain until we started playing.

[eiyuuou]

[ That earns an irritated click of his tongue before he grabs the chain on her neck to pull her up. This woman... just what in the world is she? Even with literal death staring at her in the face, she doesn't even even flinch or break her stride.

... perhaps this woman really is someone of worth after all with this much nerve, but still not good enough to be part of what would be considered his bride just yet. So as soon as she is up to her feet, he presses his forehead hard against hers with that nasty leer of his before breaking away. ]

Don't make threats you'll be unable to keep. Much less with a growing chance of a cut tongue. [ And with a forceful tug, he moves away from the throne and pulls along the chain for Beatrice to forcefully come along with him to their next location now that the intended business for the throne room is over. And for what its worth, the servants were muttering to themselves on the surprise turn of events of the usual result that tends to happen and how their king seems to be responding as such.

Of course that talk was silenced when the weapon from Beatrice's torso shot out from her body and squarely hit a maid at the forehead, leaving a nice clean up mess for the rest to take care of. ]

Come. I'll take you to your living quarters and then we'll begin with whatever play you wanted to do.

[bitchcraft]

[ Finally, Beatrice thought. Some honest to god progress. She didn't contest being lead on a chained leash, because-- well... she did agree to play as his pet for at least part of the time, and the tension had finally broken, so there was no need to snap back at him. She strode along easily, remembering to fix her top back to normal using her magic once more. And any maid who sounded like they were disrespecting him got what they deserved, she didn't expect anything less of him.

She didn't break the silence because she wanted him to stew on what had been said to him. That, and it altogether seemed more comfortable to her as she observed everything from the chambers around her to the sight of his back. She could salvage the game that she'd been forced into. She would probably have to do a lot of things she didn't really want to along the way, though.

But what was being a witch without that kind of despair? ]

I imagine to be your bride, I have a lot of making up to do after that little scene. My, my.

[ She waits until he comes to a stop. ]

Rest assured, there are methods to my madness. If not some things, I know I can entertain you. I'm sure you could do with some of that, right?

[eiyuuou]

[ He keeps quiet for now as he just passes through the corridors with mild interest to what she is saying and more focused on something else entirely. The result of a death of one low life trash running their mouths means nothing but another body to replace the last one.

Something of Beatrice's obvious presence means she has a certain theme to her. Granted that Gilgamesh is over four thousand years old if you count from birth to current time, he always preferred having the classics mixed into with the modern. So there is something appropriate depending on what 'era' he feels on enjoying while he is alive in this second life... especially since the world of today is too ugly beyond hope of recovery.

And starting today? Beatrice is one of the few that gets to share that luxury, next to his best friend. And the room they finally stop at? Well... as soon as Gilgamesh opens the door and nonchalantly enters inside, it is a spectical hard to describe besides Victorian. Now turning around, a small smirk spreads across his face as if the earlier digressions were just minor insults easily forgotten and motioned with a free hand for Beatrice to come on inside with him to see for herself. ]

Rejoice, witch. Starting today, you will take part of the many luxuries very few could even fathom dreaming about. However, this is treatment to those I consider very close to being as my family... so even with your assurances, I expect to be shown that this is not a choice I would come to regret.

This is where you will stay and sleep as long as you are here. Do with it as you wish, but know that this hospitality will only last until the games are over and it has been decided where your place is in the end. [ A snap of his fingers once more and the chain disappears from his grip and from the collar around her neck, leaving her to be 'free' again. ] This is non-negotiable, and will be as such until it has been decided other wise on where you are more suitable. Understood?

[bitchcraft]

[ She gazed around the room placidly, admiring it from head to toe. This indeed looked like her chambers back in her realm, and was more than suitable. But why had he suddenly gone so calm? Not letting her guard down, she kept an even stare on him as she listened to his words. So this was to be her room? How thoughtful of him. Here she had expected to be given a nice mattress somewhere in the incinerator room. ]

I understand completely, thank you. So with this business out of the way, how about you and I play a certain game?

[ She lifted herself backwards onto the bed and crossed her legs, testing the firmness of the mattress. Still, her eyes never left him. ]

What's one of the most valuable pieces a bride-- through every age--has to offer? What diminishes her worth if she doesn't come specifically prepared with it? Come now, I'm sure you know this one.

[eiyuuou]

Hmph. What a foolish question... the answer of an age old desire that burns within any man when he sees a woman, whether he accepts or denies it. Are you going to surprise me by telling me that you still have yours? And here I was under that impression you have given yourself away many years ago, going with how much you tend to flaunt those massive cow tits around like its a symbol of pride.

[ And yes, even though he was just thoroughly manhandled by her before, he still isn't done with the trash talking and leans himself against one of the pillars of the bedframe and crosses his arms with a very shit eating grin forming on his face. Aaaah memories. He knows this answer all too well. ]

The very thing I took from the wife of a newly wedded couples as the time old Lord's Right within my time again and again, and gave birth to a tradition that has carried out in the ages to come. The proof of a woman's purity that has never been touched by a man... a virgin, to be in fact. Are you going to tell me your worth hasn't been diminished after all this time? How thoughtful of you to save yourself for what will be mine in the long run.

[bitchcraft]

Indeed, I still have mine. I've never let a man touch me. How on earth could I offer myself as a bride without bringing my important bartering chip? [ She cackles-- and she's going to ignore the cow tit comment, as it's a little inopportune to interject between her monologue. ] Not once in a thousand years. No man has ever been worth my time. I thought, perhaps, that if I were to compete with you, we could hold a little wager.

[ She draws her pipe out of thin air and takes a drag from it. ] We'll play a game of words. If you win... I will let you verify my worth as a bride with your own two hands. If I win, we will play again, the next time on your terms, with your game. After all, shouldn't I prove my cleverness if I'm to keep up with you?

And as they say, something out of reach is more fascinating to chase and claim.

[ She really was doing it-- she really was bartering her chastity just to keep up in a game with him. What else could she offer? If she were a man, she'd find it enticing on her end. Being able to win over someone she wasn't able to force to her own whims on their terms, forcing them to bow their head low as they overturned a precious treasure. After all, of all the things in his treasure vault, that was one thing he didn't have and probably wouldn't mind dominating her with. Greed for a treasure unowned could only grow the more one didn't have it. ]

[eiyuuou]

Hoooh~ That is how you plan for this to go? A simple all-or-nothing gamble for your purity or your game to begin? That is a very enticing offer, I will admit... however.

[ The king approaches the woman sitting on the bed and reaching out to place his hand on her chin to have her face him properly. Any signs of deception or falsity would show itself with his very intense gaze. He wasn't looking to instill fear yet, but to show that he would not allow any lies or half-truths to go by him. ]

It is true... the more beautiful an object is is when it is beyond one's grasp. [ And with that, he releases his hold as he turns his back to her with a small sneer at her offer. Not insulting, but more amused at how things have turned out with such outlandish conditions and offers. It was just truly mind baffling madness that anyone would be willingly give away themselves like so. Madness that this King of Heroes would gladly love to see how things will turn out in the end. ] But if something is now already within my grasp, can it truly be called beautiful or fascinating anymore?

Well, whatever. I suppose I can entertain myself with a game of words. A smart woman is rare, and one who actually knows how to use her smarts is rarer. Go ahead... feel free to begin.