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

[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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[ 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. ]

[ 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.

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?

[ 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.]

[ 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!

[ 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!

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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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?

[ 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.

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.

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. ]

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.

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