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Chapter 4: Slayer

City of Vale

Kingdom of Vale

Morning

Gilgamesh lazily leaned into his chair, his eyes closed as he listened to Lily eating her breakfast. The girl had managed to survive for the night without him, and though she had cleaned her miss, he knew that she had done quite a number on the kitchen before the concept of the premade frozen meal crossed her mind. He didn't bring this up, merely satisfied that she had solved her own problem and not really caused him any problems.

"It's really good!" Lily exclaimed.

"I expected nothing less." Gilgamesh regarded her with neutral eyes. "Anything I create must be nothing less than perfection."

"Thfank you." Her mouth was full as she gave her gratitude.

"Mind your manners, girl." The King of Heroes scolded her. "You will not address me with food in your mouth again."

Lily swallowed. "Yes, big brother."

Already today was shaping up to be quite the day. The sun was out with not a single cloud in the blue sky. From their viewpoint, the morning landscape of Vale City was a pleasant sight to behold to. The morning sun cast a bright yellow ray onto the world of Remnant, giving a sort of divine-like feeling.

To make the most of the day, Gilgamesh would be training Lily. He first needed to test if she had any latent magical potential, however small the chances were. If it turned out that she did have some form of magical power in her veins, then training her to use the Fall Maiden's power would be easier. Although only having half of the power, a thorough analysis of the magical power told him that in the hands of a master, this power could make a user possibly comparable to that of a Heroic Spirit, albeit barely, which was still an impressive feat for mortals to be sure.

On the other hand, if it turned out that Lily's body didn't have magical potential, then it only meant that more time was lost, not much of a loss in the grand scheme of things. If the worst came to worst, he would find a way to unlock her aura and train her to fight with that.

"Big brother, what are you thinking about?" Lily finished a glass of orange juice while she asked her question.

"Nothing important." Gilgamesh answered her, brushing aside a lock of golden hair. "I have been rather preoccupied."

"Oh, okay." Lily nodded her head, though whether she understood or not was up in the air, so she moved to another question. "What did you do last night? Why were you so late?"

"How did you know I was out late?" Gilgamesh eyed her with a curious eye, but not a suspicious one.

"Um, I'm a Faunus." Lily deadpanned and pointed at her hears. "Really good hearing. You came in late."

"Of course." Gilgamesh knew this, but still spoke.

"So… what were you doing last night?" Lily once again pried for an explanation. "Was it cool? Was it fun?"

The former king looked to the center of the dining table as he began to go through the events of the previous night.

Fate/Stay Night - - - RWBY

Setting the mood was the first thing to do when pleasing a woman physically. Simply moving to the main event was not only ineffective a lot of the time, but it also took away from the thrill and pleasure of the conquest. Gilgamesh did not merely just want to do this for a quick pleasure ride. No, if anything, he intended to completely and utterly dominate them in all ways possible.

The King of Heroes had practically carried the twins up to the private room they had spoken of. By lifting the info from their minds, he simply took immediate action. It was not only a means of embarrassment, but also a show of just how things were going to proceed. He would lead and command and the two of them would only be able to respond in kind.

When he practically threw them both onto the sizeable bed, they immediately clamored up, almost afraid, grasping at each other. They then looked to him, and it was then that they saw that look on his face, one that exuded immense power and authority. It was almost an unexplained command, and the only indication that he gave was an expectant look. It took the twins only a moment to realize what he was getting at.

He expected them to warm up together.

Both of them looked at each other, apprehensively. It wasn't that the idea of doing this was so much bothersome as it was that they were about to do so in the company of someone else, so it was with a slow pace that the two of them began to kiss, their lips and tongues touching with a sluggish pace, yet also sensually, yet the two of them were aware of the King of Heroes in their midst.

The start was simple, and then the red-clad sister began to slide her hands up the sides of her white-clad sister, which sent a bit of a shockwave into Melanie's systems as well as a slight hitch of breathing following suit, which would not have been noticeable to anyone who wasn't listening or was close by, but both Miltia and Gilgamesh could hear it.

Both of the sisters met in a tongue-tied kiss, this time more aggressive and more demanding. They were slowly awakening to the more primal urges buried within layers of attitude and defensiveness and other built-up measures. Gone was their initial caution, lost to the breeze and now it was replaced with unchecked lust. Their hands began to grab harshly at each other, and when they managed to touch each others' sensitive spots, the reactions were even more intense.

Melanie reached for her sisters lower region, painfully dragging her hands along the insides of Miltia's leg, to which the latter reacted with a throaty moan. In response to her sister's touch, Miltia used her free hand and groped her chest, getting the response desired, that of a breathy groan. For both of them, it was a turn-on to hear each other losing themselves to pleasure, even if this was only scratching the surface.

In response to her twin's assault on her body, Miltia moved her hands to remove the straps of Melanie's dress, and removed her bra just as quickly, exposing her extremely pale skin, flawless without even so much as a spec of imperfection. If it weren't for the nature of their work, it might almost be worth calling angelic. Everyone knew better though, and at this point, nobody could really care any less than they already did.

Miltia began to meticulously use both hands against Melanie. With one hand, the still red-clad sister disposed of all the clutter that was the white dress, all the while feeling up her sister's back. With the other hand, she began her treatment on her exposed breasts. Her treatment was riding between harsh and soft. One moment, Miltia would gently play with them, allowing them to mesh and mold in her hands, and the next moment, she would tightly pinch the nipples on the end. The former action made Melanie breathe in and out in a slow and seductive manner while the latter had her writhing in momentary high spikes of pleasure. While using her hands, Miltia also used her mouth to kiss along Melanie's jawline and neck, leaving constant pecks, kisses, and smooches. These combined actions were making the sister who dressed in white come closer to release.

"Right there!" Melanie seemed to have lost all sense of restraint if her fragmented voice was anything to go by. "Don't stop!"

Miltia withdrew the hand on the back of Melanie and made a direct drive for her nether region. The sister in red didn't immediately drive her hand inside. Instead, she twirled her fingers around the edge, occasionally letting the tip of her fingers inside, enough to generate pleasure for Melanie, who was losing a bit more of her grip on the world. Her fingers clutched at the bedsheets and she whatever dignity she had was spent trying not to moan and pant loudly, but her efforts were all in vain as the stimulation mounted and her body responded in the only way it could.

Miltia, feeling how damp her sister was becoming, finally took the plunge, smoothly inserting her hand into Melanie's depths, moving her hand in a slow and agonizing rhythm, a way that had Melanie twitching even more, her entire body seeming to move entirely of its own accord. Deft fingers moved inside and outside, left to right, up and down, every conceivable way possible. Miltia systematically found each and every weak point in Melanie and exploited them, gaining mewls, gasps, and shivers.

Miltia began to speed up the process, her hand and fingers moving with a much more intent and decisive flow. The moans and groans began to come up constantly, happening almost every second, with only hitched breathing in and out keeping it from being constant. Her volume had also increased considerably, and even with all the pounding music surrounding them, Melanie could be heard clearly.

Eventually it was too much to hold in and keep at bay. Melanie shattered into a million pieces as her climax came at her hard. She gave out a lusty scream, her body twitching and convulsing violently. This served to only mess up her physical state. Since she was still partially clothed, at least from the waist-down, her dress was now a rumpled mess, and her orgasm had only sullied whatever pristine there was.

Miltia let a grin across her face, pride filling her features. Since the two of them hardly ever touched each other in such a way, it was more guesswork and trial and error in order to get the right combination that had led up to this conclusion. Still, the red-clad sister now had a better idea of what worked. Who knows, she and Melanie might do a bit more experimenting in the future.

Her own little victory was short lived as she felt a very strong presence behind her. Before she had a chance to do anything, she felt a strong arm grabbing her. It was Gilgamesh, and she had forgotten that he was there while working on Melanie. He was quick to make himself known and remembered. With an inhuman level of skill, he removed the top of her dress and her own bra. Her chest felt a bit of a chill as it was uncovered. The fear and anxiousness gripping her suddenly left her as he began his own assault.

Gilgamesh first began with a moderate move of his left hand down Miltia's side, a move which got him a small sigh. Taking this as a place to start, he moved his hand from her sides to her stomach, feeling up her navel. His free right arm gently massaged and played with her right breast, threading, kneeling, and toying with the soft flesh. While he was working his hands, he moved his head right next to hers.

"You put on an amusing show." He breathed in a low and seductive tone into her ear. "But now it is my turn."

He then lightly bit her earlobe, a move combined with his words and his hot breath, had Miltia breathing out huskily. It hadn't even been a full minute, and she was already turning to putty in his hands. Speaking of his hands, his left hand traced up her back, sending a bolt of lightning through her entire body.

Both his hands remained in motion, never once ceasing to study her body's shape. His hands were very rough, and she felt him all the way as he maneuvered expertly.

Once his left hand reached to where her neck began, he replaced his hand with his mouth, moving his lips so that he could gently let his breath touch her neck. Melanie responded by grasping the hand still feeling up her breast. He switched from breathing to light kissing and grazing. This was more than enough to give her goosebumps and a few more shocks. What was made more arousing was was how tantalizingly methodical he was being. This wasn't the work of some inexperienced hormonal teenager, but the work of a man who had done this so many times that these approaches were masterful and instinctual.

Miltia suddenly found a hand invading her nether region, but it wasn't from Gilgamesh. Melanie had recovered and moved to put her own moves on her sister. Melanie's right hand had already inserted itself into her womanhood and had proceeded to do the exact same thing that Miltia had done to her minutes before. Melanie's other free hand was trailing up and down the inner part of her legs, giving yet another sensation in which to increase Miltia's own arousal.

Having one person lavishing her upper body and another going for her lower body was only serving to decrease the timespan to the climax. Miltia had no chance of taking control of the situation, her body and mind descending into pure and absolute bliss. Gilgamesh and Melanie's menutrations brought her to a very quick end. She too let out a guttural cry as she went over the edge.

After she left her high, Miltia, took a few moments to recover, panting and breathing heavily. Her dress was now completely ruined. Not only had she been sweating a great deal, but her orgasm had made her very wet, and her lower region was soaked.

"That was merely a taste." Gilgamesh was still behind her, whispering into her ear. "Prepare yourself."

Miltia felt something hot against her back, and it took her a few moments to realize what it was exactly. Even without being able to see it, she could tell that was above average. This combined with his words and growling were turning her own even more, leaving her extremely horny. There was no going back now.

There was only one thing that would relieve her now.

"Tell me what you want." Gilgamesh egged her on.

"...you." Miltia still wished she could fight back, but she knew what she wanted. "I want you."

"What was that, girl?" Gilgamesh feigned ignorance. "Speak clearly when you address me."

"I want you." Miltia said again, this time with a bit of a whine in her tone.

"I'm sure that you do." Gilgamesh laughed with such a intoxicating tone. "But should I? Say it like you mean it. Beg me for it."

"I. Want. You." Miltia spoke each worked clearly. "I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me."

"Beg me for it." Gilgamesh's voice was on the rise.

His tip against her felt astonishingly good, which should've been inpossible. It seemed that this guy could work miracles or something. Militia understood perfectly well what he was doing, and while her pride wouldn't beg for anything, there was nothing she could do unless she gave in.

And she needed that release.

"...please..." Miltia felt so pathetic, but her desire won out. "Please do it."

"Was that so difficult?" The golden-haired man laughed a small laugh. "That's a good girl."

His arms brought her back against his chest, and the red twin felt what was perhaps the most built body she had ever encountered. She could almost feel each and every muscle against her own skin. He proceeded to lift her up a few inches. Before she even had a chance to do anything else, she felt him prodding at her entrance. She gasped at the sensation. Then, in a single stroke, she felt herself instantly filled to the brim. He was not gentle about his entrance in any way.

Miltia whimpered loudly. Having been fully prepared beforehand, she experienced only a second of pain before her body began to accommodate his length. Like his foreplay, he was very methodical, working to find all of her pleasure spots. Whenever he did, he simply adjusted his stance ever-so slightly to get more of a reaction out of her. His pace was moderate, not to slow, but not fast either; it was more than enough for the pain of the entrance to be quickly replaced by great pleasure.

Miltia tried to move her own body in order to get more comfortable, but Gilgamesh would have none of it, opting to keep her securely in place with one arm. It was like he was made out of metal. She couldn't even lift a finger, and she tried to use aura, but her efforts were dashed as pleasure hit her once again, making her breathe more heavily and moan longingly. Her mind was slipping away from her without her being able to control it and without her realization. It also didn't help that Melanie was also acting as another source of pleasure, using her hand to rub along the edge of her entrance as well as occasionally get inside when she was able to. Double pleasure was once again bringing her closer to the edge. This time, she sought to prolong the pleasure for as long as humanly possible, because she was immersing herself and every fiber of her being into this.

Melanie moved to her breasts, with her mouth sucking and playing with one while using her other hand kneel and thread and shape the other. All the while, the white twin was making as much contact with her body as possible. The three of them had become something of a threesome, even if not in the most conventional of ways, with each other pressing closer to each other, vying for more skin contact.

A sudden flash decision came to mind, and with barely enough of a shred of sound mind, Miltia turned her head and locked lips with Gilgamesh a move that he reciprocated the moment they began. Again, she tried to beat him, but found that his skills with his tongue were no laughing matter. They exchanged spit, fighting a battle with their tongues, but his more skilled and deft touch were beating her out, though she attempted to match him, even knowing that it was in vain.

It was then that her pleasure hiked to new levels, and though she couldn't make as many noises with her mouth now tied up in an aggressive kiss, she squealed.

Gilgamesh ceased his pace and simply rested inside of her. The bliss subsided, but it did not stop either. Miltia separated from the golden-haired man and took in a sharp breath, letting it out just as quickly. She repeated this breathing process, now realizing how much she had been so single-minded. With a bit of her sanity restored, it hazily occurred to her that unlike her, his own responses were extremely tame. A bit of breathing, maybe a slight moan to top it off, but if she hadn't heard those, then she wouldn't know if he was feeling any sort of pleasure.

"You are entertaining." Gilgamesh said to her in a very low tone. "But it's time I end this."

Melanie had stopped pleasuring her sister and simply say back and watched as her twin and their partner continued on. A considerable layer of sweat had formed on Miltia and the sound of the two bodies slapping against each other echoed throughout the room. If not for the blaring music in the club, they would be considered extremely loud. Neither twins thought that this could get any more intense, but as it turned out, Gilgamesh began to increase his intensity. With a very casual move, he lifted Miltia up with two arms holding her in the air. The red sister locked her arms and legs around him to keep steady. From there, he somehow was going at at pace that seemed inhuman.

His rhythm was so fast that it was hard to really see anything anymore, but Miltia's utter screams of pleasure were getting the point across: he was doing his job well.

"Oh, gods! Right there!" She murmured. "FUCK!"

Miltia, somewhere in her body, felt herself coming close once again, but unlike her previous climaxes, this one was extremely potent, the most blissful ending she had ever encountered. She had started out with a small spark, but now she had a raging inferno blazing within herself. His length was hitting her in all the right spots, and his never-ending stamina and strength and speed were insurmountable. It made her hands grab his arms and her legs rub up against his. When she reached climax, she knew that she would be too dazed to be able to maintain firm control of her own body. She needed someone to anchor her.

Then it all came too quickly. Miltia had been trying so hard to hold back, basking in the physical pleasure for as long as possible. It all came raining down upon her like a bucket of ice-cold water. The red twin let out a shriek that was a pitch above what she thought she was capable of, and from there, the pleasure kept going for a few more seconds. She could only surrender herself and ride it out. It was at this time that she also came to consciously remember her own breathing rate. She was worn out, and before she knew it, she felt herself losing consciousness.

Gilgamesh, still holding Miltia in his arms, grinned like a madman. As he expected of himself, he had not lost his touch. Both of these girls were inexperienced, and as such, it was much easier to get them to orgasm. Despite the fact that he was out of practice when it came to the art of sex and anything sexual-related, he still was perfect. Perhaps his timing and his approach were somewhat wonky and a bit too time-consuming, but it wasn't bad enough to sour his mood in any way.

With the red sister now down for the count, he now focused on the white sister, who was looking up at him with a bit of awe, fear, and excitement. He put down Miltia, who seemed to have checked out mentally. She neither responded to the end of her climax nor did she even make a noise as she was put down on the bed.

Gilgamesh was instantly upon Melanie, and she didn't even try to resist him. She knew that it would be a futile effort. All she could do was lay down as he hovered over here. He looked at her with a neutral look. It was such a good poker face that she couldn't really tell what he thinking. Despite the fact that she could see his lower half, the fact that he hadn't even climaxed yet was something novel to for her. From what she had hear around, men climaxed faster than women. The twin also reminded herself that this man was anything but normal.

Just like with Miltia, he quickly plunged into her, burying himself hilt-deep. It was painful how he just dove in. The pain didn't last long as he lowered himself, and began to use his mouth and tongue to lavish attention on her midriff and breasts. She began to sigh and breathe harder. His treatment was systematic as with Miltia; he did not hold back as he searched her entire body for weak points to exploit. Also like with Miltia, he never stayed in one place for two long. Not only was his mouth softly licking and sucking at her chest, but he was also using his hands to travel up and down her body. A normal man might just thrust his manhood into a woman, but he was using whatever he could to grant her pleasure.

Melanie instinctively grabbed his back, feeling the need to get closer. Her entire body was beginning to scream for attention. Her nails began to dig deep into his back. She might even been clamping down hard enough on him to get him bleeding, but either he didn't care or he simply ignored it. He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside, the rammed inside of her full-force. She screamed with pleasure. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he began to gyrate his hips, to which she responded by trying to bring her hips closer, trying to get him deeper inside of her.

Gilgamesh's mouth left her chest and began to attack her neck. Light bite marks and hot breathes against her neck simultaneously gave her pleasure with a tint of pain. In a way, the slight pain laced with the sexual arousal served to send a thrill down her spine. Her toes curled up and her legs moved behind his back, securing him in place. Completely disoriented from their aggressive passionate session, it never occurred to her to let him go at all, and he made no move to stop her.

"Oh gods!" Melanie barely managed to get out. "There! There! THERE!"

She was nearing the end, or at least she believed to be the end, because she wasn't sure if she could withstand such pleasure for much longer. As much as she wished to continue, her willpower could only sustain her physical body for so long. Air flow into her lungs seemed so little that her breathes were short and ragged. At this point, she could only focus on getting to the finish line, and a part of wished that she would never reach that finish line.

Melanie's final push came though like a battering ram, numbing her to any sensation that wasn't part of the orgasm she was experiencing. The feeling didn't just end in an instant, and she felt that the only thing that was within her control was her voice, which let out a final animalistic screech that she had never heard coming from her own lips. She was only vaguely aware that she felt something seeping inside of her as well. With glazed eyes, she was barely able to make out her lover. She saw his face, and he looked like he too had finished. This did not change her position in any way. She still held him tightly.

Once the white twin came off of her high, after less than a minute or so, she felt exhaustion hit her like a brick against her head, and like a lightbulb, she was out, sleeping soundly and was likely not to wake for a long time.

Gilgamesh stood up, surveying his own handiwork. They were weren't virgins, but judging from their reactions, this was a first for them both. Any girl or woman that screamed so loud like this had likely never experienced anything like this in sex before. In a sense, he was their true first time. Of course, all of it was a cinch and he had been in-control the entire time.

The real disappointing thing was that neither of them were good at this either. He more or less took the lead and held the lead for the entire time. He had to give them at least a little credit for the warm-up session, but neither were able to do anything for him as he gave them a night to never forget. Well, they were teenagers after all, and despite his body appearing like that of a teenager, he was still his old self in all things. Really, the only one to blame was himself.

They thought he was amazing, but the two of them… needed an immense amount of work to say the least.

RWBY - - - Fate/Stay Night

"It was truthfully a bore of a night." Gilgamesh said, his eyes opening and focusing on the center of the table. "There is not much to discuss."

"I don't believe you." Lily pouted with food in her mouth.

"Do not make faces while eating." Gilgamesh scolded her. "One that does not display dignity and pride in all things is not worthy of being my family, blood-related or not."

"... can you say that again?" Lily asked with confusion written on her face. "Less big words please."

Gilgamesh grumbled loudly and glared at his protege. In turn, Lily stared back at him in a similar fashion. While he did enjoy obedience from those that were associated with him, the King of Heroes couldn't deny that he was happy to see the young girl trying to imitate him and become him so to speak. It also didn't hurt that it pet his ego. As the saying went, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Just then, the sound of a scroll pinging alerted them both. It was Lily who put down her eating utensils and grabbed at her formerly-stolen scroll and looked at the message. She looked at it, then looked at it again.

"What is it?" Gilgamesh noticed something on the screen.

"It's a call from some black-haired lady." Lily said. "I don't know who this is. Cinder Fall?"

The former Heroic Spirit turned his head at the mention of that name. Getting up from his seat, he strode over to where Lily was sitting, bending down to get a better look at the contact picture on the screen. The moment he saw the picture, his previously nonchalant expression turned into a massive grin.

"We live in a very small world, don't we?" Gilgamesh spoke to no one in particular. "Hello once again, Cinder Fall."

"Big brother?" Lily questioned him with apprehension. "You know her?"

"I do, girl." Gilgamesh replied, his mind already working. "And my timetable has just changed."

The golden-haired man stepped back, continuing to maintain his grin. It would appear that fortune favored him this day. The woman that he meant to kill was now in the palm of his hands and she was none the wiser about it. Now that he had her right where he wanted her, he could take her out in one swift stroke.

No, it will not be me who will kill her. Gilgamesh's red eyes trailed back to Lily. If she is truly worthy, she will take the rest of the power for herself.

"Finish your breakfast." Gilgamesh ordered the Faunus girl. "We start training immediately."

"But I don't wanna!" She whined and pouted.

"You will get the Fall Maiden's power." He simply stated.

"Okay!" Lily wolfed down her food. "Ready!"

This would be a good opportunity to seize the remaining Fall Maiden power and do it without a soul realizing it. Save for headmaster of Beacon Academy and his friends and allies to be safe, the rest of Remnant seemed vastly unaware of the Maidens. The only real knowledge of them came from fairy tales passed down for millennia, and that was just fine.

"And why stop at just one Maiden?" Gilgamesh mused to himself. "If Lily is to be my equal, she will need all the powers of the Maidens."

So this took longer than I wanted. Admittedly, this was experimental for me. Writing a smut scene without it turning into a porno was one of the most difficult undertakings that I've ever done in writing. I won't be doing this often, because firstly, it's not really relevant to the plot. Consider this a once in a while sort of event. Plus, it serves more as filler more than anything else.

But I'd be a terrible writer if I didn't give you guys something to look forward to, hence the ending of this chapter. Now Gilgamesh is on a mission to collect all the Maiden's powers. I did say that a Maiden might be comparable to a Heroic Spirit, but even I'm beginning to question that. I mean, Heroic Spirits are borderline god-like. Maidens are just mortals with lots of power.

In any event, what's the buzz? I would like your feedback in response. While this might not be relevant to the ultimate plot, this chapter was intended to explore a side of Gilgamesh, so is this side worth exploring more? Should it be relegated to an occasional thing? What do you guys think?

Thank you all who read this chapter.

"Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward."

Victor Kiam