Lancer

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    It takes everything to stop herself from making some incomprehensible sound at Diarmuid’s tone.  Right … he’s done this before.  Not with himself, naturally, but with his own children — the children he’d had with his perfect wife, in his perfect castle, in his perfect homeland.  Of course he wouldn’t care that Medusa couldn’t give him any of that: who in his right mind would step down from the most beautiful woman in Ireland to a Greek monster, anyhow?

         She sees a life flash before her: the one she would never have, and the one she’s always wanted.  A gentle husband at her side, surrounded by her birth children — the life, ironically, that Diarmuid already has behind him, and the one that has permanently escaped her grasp now.  It’s no use dwelling in what cannot be, she knows this, and yet a poignant ache still lingers in her heart, even as she tries to brush it aside.

    A quiet inhale marked by a slightly louder exhale ought to do the trick. Somehow she’s ended up having more stress than she’d bargained for today, and it’s all thanks to one so-called knight.

    She inclines her arm to the side, her thumb extended and pointing in the larger Diarmuid’s direction.  To the child, she replies with a simple “I think it looks good, don’t you?”

        The closest she’s ever come to children were her two younger siblings and so her rustiness is apparent, yet there’s a notable softness to her now that hadn’t been there before.  This little boy, however he grows up, is currently young and innocent — a lethal combination which is sure to pull out the maternal instinct of this overly protective Servant.

    As though looking for some guidance, her face briefly flickers in her partner’s direction before falling back on the child.  ”What … other tricks do you know?”

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Although she did not speak Diarmuid seemed vaguely aware of some disturbance within the woman's mind. With one hand carefully keeping the young one from falling off the bed he glanced towards her with an unspoken question only for the insufferable female to have seemingly already suppressed whatever had been causing her displeasure. 

It was almost strange that he understood such a private woman at all by now.

"It'sh pretty."

The boy was quick to agree with Medusa's words even while the elder lingered within his own thoughts. Not recognizing that she was even looking for assistance on how to speak to a child he instead gave her a quick wave as if to say 'you take over' when he stepped away. "If you watch him, I'll make dinner to repay you." Voice low and with a smile lingering upon his expression, Diarmuid allowed his hand to fall so as to brush up against her's before he was turning away with a barely disguised sigh of weariness. 

"...?"

In the meantime the smaller of the two Diarmuid's seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. It was almost as though he were taking her question seriously out of an innate desire to impress the much older woman. "Tricks..." The boy repeated the word, brows furrowing for a moment before a grin appeared once more upon his charming face.

"I'm the beeest hider y'know."

Just ask the elder one about all his trouble earlier. (Or Fionn when he grows older.)

"No one can EVER find me."

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A heavy fear lingered between them, the musk of it weighing Diamuid's body down like an inescapable pressure. For a woman who hid behind every facade she could he had found a way to finally tear her open and expose the humanity which lingered within the monster. Medusa seemed to not know which she preferred more right then, running or conceding, and he certainly was not making the choice any easier. Eyes drooping down the male gazed upon her with an indiscernible expression until the pain of the monster's claws began to rake along his back as she struggled to maintain her hold upon him. 

Shuddering at the sensation of his skin breaking beneath her nails Diarmuid's mind blanked. Pulling away to escape the pain was out of the question. Even if he were such a coward to be incapable of bearing this pain the knight's honor refused to allow him to. Heart aching within his chest the man seemed to know if he let this chance slip by it'd be the last he'd ever gain from her. Thus, he bore through the pain - accepting the temporary scars of her inner turmoil with a grim pride, refusing to acknowledge yet even upon his face that it hurt, until the sound of her voice reaches muffled eardrums. 

Do it, she said. 

Two simple words that made his chest swell before his very breath escaped him upon the completion of her sentence. 

His head falls down, forehead resting on her's as he feels sweat roll down his temple. Eyes closing, he falters for a moment as if taking a moment to weigh the heavy responsibility that he had just taken upon his shoulders. However, the moment of clairvoyance did not linger long, his own desires and intuition conceding easily to the woman lying beneath him. Taking in a deep breath he'd open his eyes once more if only to watch the twitch of her lips when reaches down to lift her long legs up, forcing her to cross them behind his back so that this time when he thrust in in a more controlled manner he could angle a little higher as though seeking out the elusive bundle of nerve endings within her, taking his own pleasure in the contraction of her muscles upon his hardened cock. 

"As you wish."

Lancer's voice came out breathless, neither mocking nor teasing due to his more serious intentions in that moment when he began to build a quicker cadence. Hands falling upon the bed beside her, his fingers tangled into the sheets to help keep him supported while his hips set the pace. He could feel her own meeting him, their bodies becoming synchronized in their mutual desire for completion. Head hanging and breathing heavy the knight slowly gave into the burning pleasure as it began to take over his entire being. Her face, her body blurred as sweat dripped into his eyes until he was forced to close them due to the sting of pain. White washing out his mind the knight sped his hips up, wanting to outlast her but feeling his strength leave him while her own rose with every passing second. Gritting his teeth Diarmuid pushed on, his sheer willpower holding back his own orgasm while he fought against odds stacked against him to force her into her own until he could feel something snapping within him. 

It was with a tensed up body that the knight spilled himself into her. Semen spurting out in short bursts he coated her inner muscles with his release just as her name fell from his lips in a deep groan. The pleasure of his orgasm dragged on, the woman's body practically drinking and sucking as much of his cum out of him that she could, before he finally fell to his elbows if only to keep from involuntarily hurting her while he tried to catch his breath.

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    Hidden eggs hiding children — Medusa is half-tempted to call this a very elaborate farce on the knight’s part.  And she would have, too, had it not been for the evidence that’s currently asleep on her bed.  In truth, however, the entire notion is not as strange as it seems upon first glance: this city is known for its infection of crazy, she recalls as memories of a particularly brutal winter and rather painful choices following flood her mind.  Perhaps it had truly only been a matter of time before the scientists had decided that children were the best way to test the inhabitants of this decrepit place.

         There’s a steeled edge to her jaw now, an anger brewing for those who could take such innocent youngsters and use them so carelessly.

     She takes one step closer to the bed, daring to hover her hand mere centimeters over the little boy’s face.  Before she can touch him, however, his elder counterpart’s voice takes her for a rather fierce shock.  Without thinking she even snaps her head back to face him, only to remember the carelessness of such an act and turning away before they can make eye contact.

         ”You … don’t wish to stay?”

     The query is laden with an almost childlike innocence, as though she’d already counted him as an extra occupant for the night.  In truth, she’s begun to think of him as a more permanent resident than perhaps even he realizes; but, all the same, she’s not about to correct him.  Instead, she’s about to speak again when —

     The boy rustles in the sheets, the tell-tale warning signs of wakefulness, and Rider mutters a quiet “crap,” before hurriedly placing her mask on her face once more.  It had only been a brief view, but she’s surprisingly thankful for it, for both of them.

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The flurry of emotions this woman was able to pierce his heart with was almost worrisome. SImply at the sound of her innocent question he could feel his heart's cadence pick up, its beat echoing with a hope he didn't yet dare to admit out loud. Hesitating on what to say the knight would lean to the side, his weight shifting onto his left feet when the rustle of fabric and a light curse drew his attention back to the situation at hand. 

Eyes opening a crack the knight turned to look for the gorgon's hands. After not immediately seeing the blinder within them he further risked a glance up until he was able to center his gaze upon the awakening child. Without yet speaking Diarmuid moved forward to brush his hands through the young boy's curly hair, carefully tending to him so as to prevent his younger self from becoming frightened at the change in scenery. 

"Had a grand sleep, lad?"

The boy opened his eyes at the attention, a yawn escaping him when he rolled to the side slightly before sitting up. Sleepy eyes glanced first towards the man who had chased him down before looking next to the woman. Given his age the boys vocabulary was not yet developed, even with the scientists help at overcoming the language barrier, and it was apparent he was having to take a moment to process everything before he was scooting down the bed. 

"Mmm um I ah...I wassnt sleeping. I jusht tricked you."

His golden eyes flickered between the two adults. Looking curious and unabashed as he reached forward to touch them both on their stomachs as if making sure of something before pausing again. "Whatsh wron' with your 'ace?"

Even if Medusa explained the mask she'd probably lose the three year old's short attention span fast. Already he was rubbing at one eye as his cognition began to fully awaken and his body squirmed even closer to the edge of the bed until his legs were hanging off of the bed. 

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   It’s not that I think ill of you but, she almost begins, you have no reason to stay.  Can you blame me for such a conclusion?

     Thankfully, however, his mention at seeing the child for herself is enough to distract her from a more self-destructive train of thought that would have certainly culminated in another heated argument.  The Gorgon’s maternal drive is stronger than she lets on — so much so that she gives an almost shy nod to his request, without even a modicum of hesitation.

       ”Fine.”  She admits, hesitant but firm and with her usual monosyllable manner.  ”Turn.”

     She gracefully pretends as though her cheek hadn’t heated to a soft pink when he’d come close.

       Once she’s heard the two-step song of his back facing her, she warily reaches for the Breaker Gorgon and pulls it off her features from the top.  The item remains in her palms, fingers still clutching to it tightly as — slowly, warily — vibrant violet eyes flicker open for the first time in months.  She blinks, first once, and then twice, and then they linger open for long enough to begin forming concrete shapes out of the haze surrounding her.

     While she’d been honing her other senses, her true sight seems to have been left behind in the footrace.  She’s already forced to wear glasses when she reads, the lack of use taking a greater toll on her eyes than she’d ever anticipated.  Still, there are things which she may clearly perceive: Diarmuid’s sleek back and expansive shoulders, first of all, and the lush raven hair turned to her.  She smiles in secret; from a place where he cannot see her, from the only place where she feels wholly safe to smile.  But her expression cools when she turns to the bed, and to where her intended quarry now lies.

        — A gasp.

     ”He is —” you, she wants to say.  She wants to marvel in the similarity between this boy’s features and those of her lover’s, find the exact lines where the progression of age has done the least work and trace them.  Instead, she says something else entirely.

                “Beautiful.”

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Medusa's request was hardly unusual. He knew she did not wish to risk him anymore than she already was due to the removal of her mask and he could not help but feel comforted by it. Easily the servant turned from her then, his eyes closing all the same, while he listened for the movements of the woman's thin arms as she tried to free herself from her own binding. 

To be honest he did not know what he expected from this. Perhaps seeing the child would just lend the women even further into her belief of it actually being...well - his. But it was a risk Diarmuid was willing to take at that moment if only because that would have certainly been a better explanation for the child's presence. Yet, despite how unpredictable he had deemed Rider to be, there was still that jolting moment of perplexity when he heard her speaking out.

Beautiful?

With his eye lids still closed the man turned his body a little more towards her, a grin playing at the corner of his lips when he began to speak. "Should I take that as a personal compliment?" His arms crossed behind his back, resting there while he strained his ears to listen to the way Medusa shifted. Although he wasn't lacking in his own sensory abilities he had in no way refined his hearing to the degree Medusa had. The most he could surmise that was happening was that she was still looking at the child.

"The city has eggs hidden within it. I had thought to seek one out in the hopes of garnering a prize, however, in the end he came out of it instead. I've spent the last few hours merely chasing him down."

The knight chuckled. 

"He gets overly excited when he comes across new things. It seemed best to restrain him within an apartment at least once he wakes up."

Turning back away from her Lancer sighed. He really was probably overstepping some invisible line between them for doing this. "It is a selfish request Medusa but until I am able to figure out what to do if he could at least stay here with you during the night?" As far as Diarmuid was concerned the street was a suitable place to rest, he had never been one for sleeping indoors during his problematic youth, so he did not even bother to ask if he could stay as well and risk further infringing upon her. "I can come get him in the morning."

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    “Extenuating circumstances surrounding the kid’s appearance as well as his birth —”

      She’s more shocked by this statement than she’d ever thought possible, standing absolutely still with her mouth hanging just slightly open in a soft “o” shape.  Her head drops upon the finalization of his statement, shoulders sagging in what appears to be some admission of defeat.  I knew it, she thinks to herself, hardly hearing the rest of what he’s saying, he’s … found

                    someone else,

              hasn’t he?

      The Gorgon had never once thought that such a thought could have wounded her so.  And yet, here she is, doing her best to mask her own simmering emotions, with not nearly half as much of a result as her own literal mask does of containing her curse.  She ought to have known better: Diarmuid O’Dyna, better known as Diarmuid of the Love Spot, is a catch by almost any woman’s standards.  Surely it would have only been a matter of time before he’d tire of Rider’s constant hot-and-cold, her persistent berating, and her unwillingness to compromise.  She’s a stone and he’s the water, but the stream does eventually move away when it tires of eroding the rock.

            She nods in silence, shifting backward so that he might enter before shutting the door behind him.  But then, without thinking, her words run away from her faster than she can seal them away into the land of brooding.

      “He cannot be mine.”  Even amongst children, there exists a small difference between the voices males and females.  It’s not the child, however, which forces her to gulp down the knot in her throat and give her confession.

               ”I cannot ever bear children.  Not … naturally, at any rate.”  The organ of her sex, supposed to represent womanhood, is naught but a hungry mouth when it comes to his seed.  His fluids receive no kind welcome in her womb.

       Another deep exhale, and then she concludes.  ”If you would prefer to leave him here and go with his mother, I would understand.”

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There was a sudden change of temperament, one that would have been minuscule to any other were the knight already accustomed to the extremes of which Medusa could jump back and forth between. Brows furrowing for just a moment the male decided not to comment on it for the mere sake of moving inside where he hoped things could be better worked out out of the view of others. 

“He cannot be mine.”

Huh?

Confusion saturated Diarmuid's demeanor as he paused mid step to look back at the woman. Her hands were held in front of her, body hunched over slightly in a more timid stance than what he was used to. Amber eyes sweeping up he'd center them upon the way her mouth thinned while she spoke, lips twitching in a reluctant confession of a secret she very clearly did not yet feel prepared to share with him.

But why? 

"Even after all this time you would think so ill of me, Medusa?"

Golden eyes narrowed at her, his displeasure due to her words not at all guarded nor hidden as he moved in towards her. "That I would leave you with another woman's child so that I could play with her?" Even though they had never expressly said they were...something singular it wasn't as though Diarmuid was messing around behind the gorgon's back. To be quite honest he hadn't even thought of it having been an option given how much of his time was spent just trying to find a way back to his lord. "Dare not insult me like that again." Breathing out his anger the best that he could Diarmuid continued. 

"Listen, the reason I wanted to come in first was so that you could see the child for yourself. When I count to three I will close my eyes and look away. After that I want you to remove your mask to look at him while he is still asleep."

Shifting slightly the raven haired lancer freed up one arm to reach out to the women, brushing her long hair back over an ear as he continued in a more gentler tone. 

"I'll explain after that."

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      The timber barrier swings open with purpose, a taut arm the driving force and a tight grip the anchor as she comes to face the familiar voice.  A crease forms on her forehead, the displeasure hanging down both corners of her mouth.  She’s not upset to see him, though her disposition could certainly lead to such a conclusion.

   And her tone when addressing him is likely guilty of first-degree murder; but, thankfully, he’s been spared a more literal fate.

       ”You ask the strangest que —”

   It’s only now that her ears pick up the distinct sound of a third mouth breathing.  This one’s smaller, with a soft and sweet exhale that can only lead Rider to one conclusion.

      Her hand lifts up as she takes a step forward, resting her palm atop the sleeping child’s head.  Just as she’d suspected — and feared.  And yet, the sourness from moments ago has left her entirely: instead, it seems to have been replaced with a bubbling curiosity and a questioning fascination.

            “A … child?”

     Her ample bosom rises and falls deeply as she heaves out a sigh.

  “You cannot simply pick children up off the street like dogs, Diarmuid.”

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Even now it was impressive how high a degree Medusa had honed her other senses. Had she completely lost her sight it would have been understandable for the woman to have sharper eyes - a keener nose - but instead all that had happened was the women chose her blindness. Preferred it even due to the lack of risk it presented to strangers. Yet, because of this forced solitude she had developed ears, nose, and a tongue that were far more skilled than even an alpha mutt's. (A comparison he would always keep to himself least he incur her wrath for it.)

"Given my lack of a steady home I don't think I am in any position to 'pick up' a child, you know. Were it not for some rather extenuating circumstances surrounding the kid's appearance as well as his birth I wouldn't have worried about him to such an extent."

Carefully,Diarmuid reached up to lift the boy from his shoulders without waking him. Given the wake he probably still had about half an hour of naptime left in him. 

"Can I come inside? I would like you to look at him before I explain."

Once the child was cradled in his arms and now drooling against his chest Diarmuid took a step closer to Medusa. "Once I've explained you can reason as to whether or not you want me to leave." A choice he was never sure of which she'd take. 

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Looking a little worse for wear Lancer slowly trudged his way towards the front door. Upon his shoulders he had his own miniature doppelganger sleeping, the child worn out from their earlier game of chase and practically drooling upon Lancer's head. Luckily the knight didn't seem to mind, a smile upon his own face as one hand carefully supported the child while the other reached up to knock upon Medusa's door. 

A box wasn't really the most appropriate place for a toddler and there had been only one place that Diarmuid could think of going to spend the night. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Rider?"

The moment the door opened Diarmuid could feel the nerves setting in. Knowing of the emotional damage to the woman from her own past the knight understood he was risking his own childhood by bringing himself here, however, the knight couldn't help but trust that things would turn out alright. 

"I was wondering if I could be allowed to stay the night."

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Finding the egg was by no means a grant of good luck on Lancer's part. 

To be quite honest he had originally thought that maybe his luck was finally picking up when he had found the golden cylinder. After all, upon hearing of the event within the city, the knight hadn't really considered participating in it; Diarmuid having fully recognized  that his chances at locating one before the rest of the city being within the negatives due to his E rank luck. However, the egg had still appeared before him, almost conveniently so, for the knight to eagerly claim as his own. 

But....he really should have known better. 

Exasperation was clear on his face now as the knight hurried, hands attempting to grab at a three year old slipping just out of reach. The child had dark, curly locks of hair - one in particular falling just over his large amber eyes - and not a scrap of fabric upon his body while he raced to escape his caretaker's hold. 

"Where is there even to go?!"

Although he had had experience chasing toddler's with his own children it had been several years since then. The bafflement  such  simple-minded creatures could cause their elders struck him now as Lancer slid to a stop in order to duck under a table the boy had taken refuge under. At his appearance the boy let out a loud squeal, his grin stretching across his face as he backed up against the wall so that Diarmuid had to get down on his knees. The concern Lancer felt for the child injuring himself took over his own worries as to the boy's strange appearance, making Lancer prioritize getting him somewhere safe before something could happen rather than taking the time to question the existence of the child. However, the curly haired boy seemed to have plans other than going home with Lancer as just when the knight was half trapped under the table to reach for him the boy was avoiding Diarmuid's hand to scurry out and towards the door of a nearby building. 

"You just won't let me win, will you?"

The persistence in the child would have been admirable were it not for the slight annoyance Diarmuid felt in exchange. After nearly hitting his head on the table the servant crawled back out to rush in after him, not yet realizing what kind of establishment it was until the door had closed behind him. 

Freezing up in the doorway the knight looked almost panicked for a moment before the sound of his own child-like voice pulled his attention towards the center of the room. With a flushed expression and eyes almost stubbornly averting from the strangely dressed women's faces he pardoned himself in order to hurry after the child once more. By now the boy had already managed to move towards the opposite corner, his body ducking under the skirts of one of the women holding a tray so that he could wrap his arms around her leg with a loud plea of safety-

"Base! Base!! This base!"

The child's lack of articulated sentences hinted at his age as he held stubbornly onto the hostess. Face flushing anew with embarrassment at the realization he would have done the same at that age Lancer glanced up to quickly apologize only for the words to die upon his tongue.

"S-Saber?!"

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Patience, while certainly an admirable trait, never came easy to one anxious for an answer. With his first question alone Diarmuid could feel his heart humming against his chest, the organ beating in a way that one could almost fear its attempting to break out of his very breast. Lips narrowed into a thinly anxious line his amber eyes flickered across Medusa's hidden expression in a manner that betrayed his anxiety within those brief moments. 

Truth be told that mask was probably more of a blessing right then than a curse. 

"You sound concerned, Rider."

The title of her servitude came out almost staccato within Diarmuid's accented voice. He appeared to be amused, a small quirk of his lips betraying the grin he was suppressing as though she could already see it when he leaned down to take her lips against his once more. Without bothering to explain himself yet or to elaborate upon his intentions the knight instead chose to distract, his tongue already pressing against the seam of her lips while he attempted to steal a few more moments peace within her embrace.

"Do not fear, it is not as though I have a death wish."

Lips parting, Diarmuid hovered above her as though reluctant to pull completely away. "But my curiosity implores me to tempt fate." Smiling once more Diarmuid moved his arms so that both rested on either side of Medusa's head. A moment later and his fingers were returning to trace along the edge of the woman's mask. "Besides, do you not wish to look upon me as well?" Thumb pausing beneath her eye the man's head tilted in a manner that revealed his being uncertain as to her reply for the final question. "Surely here your power is not as strong as it once was. This may be my...our only chance."

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A deathly silence settled between them when Diarmuid ended his question; the green eyes of the king fell upon him almost as if they were crossing Lancer with the Excalibur. And her manners were polished, restrained, absolutely noble, fighting with him, during those few moments, a taciturn and dangerous battle.

"I don’t have any doubt about my duty nor on my ability to run it, Lancer—” his name sounded more strongly than the rest of the sentence. “My only concern is the ability of your master stay within the rules. I believe in your honor and that’s why I’m still here talking to you”

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Even now there was a swell of admiration within Diarmuid's chest for the king of knights. Despite the composure the women held upon her body and expression there still lingered that fire within her bright green eyes which burned of a challenge to his words. It made hisown body almost ache, the need to fight this woman physically painful to resist. 

"Careful Saber." 

The knights head cocked slightly to the side, his eyes serious despite the smile that still lingered upon his face. "An insult to my lord is an insult to myself after all." His voice rang of a warning, the knight giving the king a chance to retract her words even if they contained a bit of truth. "Caster is of our own priority as well. I would not be here otherwise."

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To deny her words would be to deny an irrevocable truth. 

For, truthfully, Diarmuid had always been a foolish man in regards to that of his own perversion. Although it had certainly not been his ultimate downfall the sinful trait had served as the stepping stone for a future full of fear and uncertainty as he and his wife - then lover - fled from all that they had ever once known and loved. Knowing that then one might have almost certainly thought that by now at least the knight might have finally learned his lesson enough to control himself....however....

There was something altogether deliriously intoxicating in the way Medusa tasted so helplessly licentious upon his tongue. 

Her body trembled above him, the woman's desperation for Diarmuid evident even while she struggled to maintain an air of dominance. For, to him, Rider insulted the knight not out of malice or hatred but out of a need to express her own control over the situation. Although most certainly not apparent to her this feeling became revealed to Lancer in the way her fingers tugged at his hair, clutching onto him as though fearful of being swept away in the unfamiliar pleasure. In return Diarmuid held tightly onto Rider, keeping her hips moving at the speed he wanted until he could feel those strong thighs tightening their hold upon his head. With a tired mouth the knight drank her then, tongue licking up every last drop of Medusa's decadent release before prodding as if to check for more. Then it was only once he was sure there was nothing else left for her to give him that the knight dared to allow Medusa to remove herself from his face. 

"...." 

With a bit of a smirk to Diarmuid's lips the raven haired male pushed a little up. Elbows now digging into the mattress he met Medusa's hungered kiss with a more lazy embrace. After all, after all that his jaw had become tired, his tongue barely able to keep up with the muscle forcefully prying its way into his mouth. But the victory still echoed within him, his body stirred in anticipation of hearing more of his name becoming uncontrollably cried out as the woman experienced the pleasure of all that only he could give her- 

Only for a look of fear to pass across his face when he recognizes her plan.

"Medusa, wait-!"

But it was too late. 

A gasp of pleasure slipped through Diarmuid's lips as he felt his throbbing cock become engulfed within the tight, moist heat of the woman's sex. In exchange he was only given a cry of pain, one of which that had him flinching and reaching for the woman as if to stop her when she began to forcibly fuck herself upon his cock. Sweat drifting down his temple the knight became immobilized, the pleasure overwhelming him and staining his vision white as his hips jolted up at the tight contractions of her muscles. His chest heaved, expression a pained pleasure while he struggled to regain some sort of sense of self but it was all moving too fast. With his hands holding so tightly upon her body that she must have surely bruised he met her thrusts with a carnal vigor. Eyes hooded while his mind became lost as time became an unfamiliar essence when he became more animal than man until relief revealed itself in the form of a sudden slam that caused her body to tighten painfully upon his prick. He came hard, his cum spurting out deep within her body as his back arched off of the bed. Vision long lost and body numb from the pleasure it was only when the cold tendril of regret began to snake through his body that his mind could even begin to tell him something wasn't right.

"H-Haah-- N-nn..."

Something wasn't right....

Something the woman had said....

"Rider, you..."

His energy felt drained, far more drained than it would have normally been given the short bout. However, despite this, Diarmuid still mustered up the strength to push himself up - causing Medusa to straddle his lap as he brought himself eye level with her once more. 

"You're wrong."

An arm circle's around the woman when he turns her over. Soon their positions are reversed as her back falls to the bed and he can loom over her. Although she could not see it his eyes had hardened into an expression of almost anger, as though she had actually managed to insult him somewhere within the flurry of derisions.

With his cock still buried inside of her Diarmuid gave a shallow thrust. His hands reached up to grab a hold of hers, forcing the woman into wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to work himself back into full hardness. "You are a real woman and far more worthy than getting fucked like some filthy dog." He could feel his cum leaking out of her with every subtle push, his brows still furrowed as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a kiss far slower than the one from before. "Dare not insult me like that again." His touch became tender as he trailed his hands up and down her sides. With his lips following a trail down her neck the man pressed her breasts up, allowing him the chance to trace the organ along the areola of her nipple before he was sucking the pert nub into his mouth. Although his thrusts had temporarily stilled he seemed to become immersed in the work of his mouth, tongue recovered enough to tease her nipple with every suck and subtle bite as his hand tended to her other neglected breast. 

"Its my turn now."

With a lewd slurp Diarmuid was pulling his lips away to resume thrusting. His cock gave a slight twitch within her loosened muscles, the speed of his hips teasing when accompanied by the slight brushing angle, until he was speeding up just as he seized her lips against his once more if only to keep the woman from speaking any more taunts due to his more slow and sensual love making. 

[tairise]

She's here.

        Again.

Her hands are going to his shoulders once more, feeling the taut grip of his tendons beneath her fingertips.  She's rising up on her toes, using his body as the support to anchor her to solid earth as she leans in --

This ritual of lips meeting has almost become too familiar, as her own set quickly molds to the pair opposite it.  Warmth, and a tinge of wetness, are all she leaves behind as she swiftly retracts from him: too long, and she'd have been in real danger.

             "... There."

                           She's survived.  This time.

Diarmuid's expression remained unchanging as he observed his fellow servant. The woman wore the face of one whose mind was set upon something, the knight unknowing of what consequence it might bring to him in the mean time but not of any mindset to prevent it. Instead he continued to watch, lips only twitching slightly at the way she had to stand on her toes before her full, pouty lips were finally pressed upon his own. 

Surprise sent a flush to his face while her words cause a low chuckle to escape. Arms reaching up he slides his fingers along her cheek bones towards her fountain of lavender hair. Judging from the self satisfied expression Medusa wore it was as though she had just managed to come out victorious in some sort of bet, however, Diarmuid could never let something such as this go so easily. 

"Are you teasing me or torturing me? Or could it be that you just missed kissing me?"

[tairise]

"What are you doing here?"

"We need to hunt Caster first, and you know it."

There was a flicker within Diarmuid's eye at that, his expression unfaltering despite his obvious reluctance to reply truthfully. 

"I had other matters to attend to for my master." With Kayneth still recovering and Sola-ui assisting him in obtaining the grail for his lord everything seemed far riskier than before. Risking the life of his master's beloved due to such an affair weighed heavily upon him and it was for her safety that Diarmuid had been delayed.

"Are you that concerned you will be incapable of his defeat without my assistance, Saber?"

[tairise]

Missing the Hyatt | open

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[tairise]

There was a pulsating desire within Diarmuid. The mere sound of his name - cut off but filled with pleasure all the same - sent a flush throughout his body. It was like the sound of it was a moment of weakness from the dazzling gorgon, one that Diarmuid was tempted to take advantage of while the chance still remained. For, while seeking his own release was a necessity, there was something more appealing about the idea of eliciting more of his name from those sinful lips; to hear Medusa moan it like a prayer for her own salvation-

But it was just his luck that she was the type to fight for his own worship of her rather than vice versa. 

Once he was flat upon his back there was a sense of anticipation surrounding them. With her own chest exposed and lower body rubbing tantalizingly against him he could feel his cock beginning to swell painfully beneath his tight suit. Lust echoed within his amber hues while his breath left him in a quick pant as her voice sent chills prickling down his spine. She would not be bested, not here where she equated vulnerability with loss, but nor would he let his chance continue to slip by him. 

With his hands still bound by her own Lancer relinquished. It had been years since he had been dominated within the bedroom but to concede control to the gorgon seemed only natural. Eyes remaining fixated upon her bared body he remained still and quiet to her taunts until the woman was positioned perfectly over him. Once there he was finally tugging upon her hold in order to gain a little freedom of movement to no avail.

But that was fine for now.

Giving up for the time being and with his amber eyes still open to witness her body's reactions he pressed up with his tongue to tease along the walls of her lips. The taste of her slowly saturated his senses, her sex already moist with her own arousal, before he was swirling his tongue through the folds to elicit more from her. It had been a long time since he had tasted another woman and at first he seemed hesitant, as though trying to merely learn Medusa's weak points more than to deliver pleasure. However, after a few seconds, his confidence grew when hands began tugging once more against her hold to gain a little more freedom to touch. Tongue flicking teasingly over her clit, he worked to merely gain a lax in her concentration so that he could finally free his hands to grab at her hips. Once there he was holding her still, his strength keeping the woman positioned perfectly for him to start suckling on the bead in order to fully draw out her iniquitous voice. His own body still throbbed for more, the idea of taking Medusa for his own making Diarmuid groan into her. But he was a man who never rushed into things without some sort of plan and right now weakening her by setting her own lust ablaze seemed to be the path worth following. 

[tairise]

[ gently lifts you up like simba and whispers ] chivalry brother

This is not what he had in mind when he said he wanted to 'hang' out, Saber.

[mavrofidi]

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[tairise]

The realization that Rider possessed an aversion to him even now came as little surprise to the knight. Given the woman's legend the very fact that he had not already been skewered through by the female's blades during the night had him thanking some unseen God. Still though, for the same reason of having remained within the monster's den and managing to come out alive had to be proof of something between them. What that something was, however, was still left to be unraveled. 

Smiling once more, the irishman's hand lingers upon the woman's cheek. Fingertips brushing against soft strands of lavender hair Diarmuid leaned further in until the distance seemed right to lift a lock towards his waiting lips. The scent of her hair was unlike what he had originally expected. It wasn't exactly sweet like how most women tended to smell thanks to an abundance of perfumes but nor was it so bland as to remain undetected by the knight. Oddly enough it reminded him of that of a fountain during the spring, with the sun warming the lazy waters while the day passed slowly by within its own type of utopian peace. Still smiling Diarmuid did his best to ignore the way her nails dug into his very skin as he slid his fingers through the long, entrancing hair as if to calm her before daring to risk his own reply. 

"I suppose it can only be because I am not yet prepared to part."

Despite the blood within his arm becoming drawn from the woman's tight grip Diarmuid was pushing her hair back, removing the curtain so that he could better bear witness to the flush staining across porcelain cheeks. "You're beautiful like this, you know. I like seeing you without any pretenses." Pushing up slightly the knight moved their bodies so that he was able to hover over the female, her back pressed against the bed, while his hand moved to trace the edges of the mask still covering her eyes.

"Could I coerce some permission from you to remain even longer?" Amber hued eyes searched across his fellow servant's expression before a small sigh of regret managed to slip through his parted lips. Fingers still hovering along her mask the raven haired man seemed almost put off at its presence. Despite all that had happened last night that mask still lingered like an unspoken barrier between them. Although he knew it was there more for his own protection than anything else he couldn't help but feel regret at what it's presence meant.  

"Maybe if I do I could further tempt you into an opportunity involving your actually looking at me at some point."

[mavrofidi]

         Protection senses tingling.

         Nope, nuh-uh, not gonna happen.  She’s leaving before this situation becomes any more compromising, Diarmuid’s safety be damned!

[tairise]

Uh oh that means he won this one

Lancer: 1 Rider: 0