“…Now what?”

  Seeing Esme’s awkward expressing, Sincir chuckles. “We could role-py something, or just jump in bed together… Eleanor, since I’ve been mean to you, why don’t you choose something fun for us to do?”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Don’t tell me to choose. How the fuck I’m supposed to know what you you two are okay with?”

  Meeting her incensed blue eyes, Sincir snorts. “Pussy.”

  Eleanor grimaces further, before narrowing her eyes toward the two of them. “Are you sure you want me to decide?”

  Sincir exchanges a look with Esme.

  “…I’m telling you this now so that you’re prepared, but she might be an even bigger sadist than me,” he tells Esme, smiling at her as he does so, “What do you think?”

  Esme takes a gnce at Eleanor, standing by their bed with her arms crossed and a stormy expression on her face.

  “…I think she feels very humiliated by this situation,” Esme murmurs.

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit; I’m asking you if you’re up to enacting her perverted fantasies, as a way to have her vent her pent-up frustrations.”

  Esme’s already reddened face seems to grows even rotter as she takes another peek at Eleanor. “I… Sure, fine. We both know I like being toyed with anyway, so except for the girl-on-girl part, it’s nothing new.”

  Sincir rises an eyebrow at her. “You wanted something new, huh? I guess you’ve grown used to our adventurous sex life, already…”

  Esme gives him a dirty look. “I never said that…”

  “Then, if I check your underwear right now-”

  Esme suddenly jumps over him, standing up and facing Eleanor with a slightly awkward smile on her face. “Okay, I’m ready!”

  Eleanor looks less than amused, but she does beckon Esme closer after a sigh. “Undress me,” she orders.

  “Oh… Okay, sure?”

  Sincir can see Esme’s hands are shaking slight as she approaches Eleanor, who throws him a gnce over the shorter girl’s head.

  Seeing as Eleanor’s eyes showcase some uncertainty, he smiles at her daringly...

  From the things she said during their previous time together, he has an idea of what she might want, but the question is if she’ll be brave enough to go for it.

  “You pnned this, didn’t you?” Eleanor asks, after seeing the look on his face.

  Did he provoke Eleanor on purpose, so she’d be meaner to him and Esme…?

  Naw, he’d never.

  “Uhm, sorry... I have never undressed someone before. Could you raise your arms for a bit?”

  After another second of gring at him, Eleanor’s gaze slowly moves toward Esme. “…I’m wearing a blouse with buttons on the front,” she states, drily.

  Esme blinks, then looks down; Indeed, Eleanor is wearing a blue blouse with buttons, though they are somewhat hidden behind the details of the fabric.

  After a moment of silence, Esme ughs awkwardly, quickly beginning to unbutton Eleanor’s shirt, though her trembling hands seem to make the task much harder than it should have otherwise been.

  “Sorry, I didn’t notice them... Who wears something with buttons to sleep, anyway…?” Esme murmurs with another awkward ugh, clearly meaning it as a joke.

  “I don’t wear it to sleep,” Eleanor says, frowning with obvious annoyance as she continues to watch Esme struggling with the blouse, “I just put on the first thing I found, after you woke me up.”

  “Is that so…? You look so great on it, I’d have never guessed…”

  Suddenly, Eleanor grabs Esme’s hands, causing her to stop and look up.

  “Just leave the blouse; I’ll unbutton it myself.”

  Esme bites her lower lip. “N-no, it’s okay…”

  “Leave it; I can’t bear to watch you taking five seconds per button.”

  Faced with Elealnor’s cold blue eyes, Esme swallows. “I-I guess I’m just really nervous…”

  “Why?”

  “Well, y-you’re so… You’re so beautiful and confident, Eleanor…”

  Eleanor smiles slightly, though her eyes remain devoid of warmth. “Keep going, but leave the blouse for me.”

  “…Okay.”

  Eleanor finally releases Esme hands, who slowly kneels in front of her while pulling down her pants.

  Unlike Esme, Eleanor has no problem unbuttoning her blouse, which she quickly removes in its entirety, revealing her naked, perfectly-sized breasts under the light of the room’s firepce.

  As Eleanor meets Sincir’s gaze once more, he is reminded of their first night together, when she all but attacked him...

  After a moment, Eleanor’s eyes shift toward the bulge of his half-hard member against the bnket.

  “…Don’t come up,” Eleanor says, still staring at him, once Esme finally manages to remove her pants completely, “Just stay on your knees.”

  Without waiting for Esme, Eleanor quickly removes her panties herself, which Sincir can tell are slightly stained already, then extends the small piece of fabric toward Esme.

  “Hold this for me.”

  Having said as much, Eleanor climbs the bed, slowly crawling up to him.

  Seeing naked anger on her face, Sincir chuckles. “Is there a problem? You look like you’re about to lose it…”

  He doesn’t resist Eleanor when she leans down and kisses him, when she sticks her tongue into his mouth, or when she grabs his chin and pulls away from him, ending their kiss as abruptly as she started it.

  “…Yeah, something has been bugging me for a while now,” Eleanor murmurs, staring into his eyes as she does so, “The way you keep pying around and just doing whatever you want…”

  Sincir smiles at her, licking his lips as he slowly drags a finger up her naked stomach. “Were you angry because I spent the whole day with Esme, yesterday? Is that why you refused me?”

  Eleanor’s eyes widen slightly, then she tightens her jaw. “Get up.”

  Sincir ughs. “Fine, fine…”

  Eleanor moves aside, allowing him to stand up, as commanded.

  “Now what?”

  “Walk up to her.”

  Again, Sincir obeys... As he walks up to Esme, who still has Eleanor’s panties in her hand, he can feel both of their gazes against his skin… Eleanor doesn’t even try to pretend she isn’t staring at his ass, while Esme flickers her eyes on and off his cock as he approaches her, which is on level with her face, since she’s still on her knees, as instructed.

  “…Grab her face and force her to stare at it,” Eleanor order, her voice now slightly hoarse.

  “…Can I?” Sincir murmurs, as he stops in front of Esme and meets her gaze.

  She smiles at him coyly, then murmurs back, “Please do.”

  Well then…

  Gently, Sincir grabs Esme’s chin and moves it down, forcing her to face his now hard member.

  She swallows.

  “Do you like his cock, Ms. Girlfriend?” Eleanor whispers as she steps behind him and leans her body against his, wrapping her hands around the aforementioned body part, then slowly beginning to pump it back and forth.

  Since Eleanor is quite a bit taller than his current body, her breasts lean against the back of Sincir head and ears as she continues to slowly jerk his member… Obviously, she is putting on a show for Esme, who stares ahead as though entranced, while taking short, quick breaths.

  “Creator, we haven’t even started, and you look about to pass out already… Why don’t you take a deep breath?” Eleanor says, grabbing Esme’s hair and gently pressing her nose against his cock as she does so, jerking it all the while.

  Visibly surprised, Esme tries to move away, but Eleanor holds her head firmly in pce, forcing her to breath in whit her nose against his member.

  “From now on, I want you taking deep breaths… I asked you if you like it.”

  “Yes…! I… I like it!” Esme admits, finally taking her first deep breath as she does so.

  Feeling Esme’s breathing against his sex, not to mention Eleanor’s body pressed against his, Sincir shudders.

  “You like it, then? I see,” Eleanor continues, “Well, it’s a good thing that you like it, since I’m thinking this is going up your ass soon. Ever had it there before?”

  “Ah…? N-no…?”

  “No, as in you don’t want it? Or no, as in you’ve never had it back there?”

  “No as in I have never-”

  Eleanor pushes his hips forward, causing his member to drag against Esme’s face and interrupt her mid-sentence.

  “I see... Don’t worry, I happen to have gone through the experience recently, so I’ll be gentle,” Eleanor says.

  “Oh…”

  “Open your mouth.”

  As soon as Esme does so, Eleanor directs his member inside, slowly pushing Esme’s head until she is gagging on his cock.

  “What’s wrong? You wanted it, right? You wanted it bad enough to steal it from us, so this much should be no problem… We’re not moving on until you can take all the way in, so if you want to come tonight, I suggest putting in some effort.”

  By us, does she mean Ena and her? And it must mean his cock...

  It seems that even if she did not show it much, Eleanor was still upset when he suddenly showed up home with Esme…

  “Is this all you can do?”

  As Eleanor pulls her head back, Esme takes a desperate breath; Unfortunately, she gets about two seconds of air before being forced to deep-throat him again.

  Out of the corner of his vision, Sincir can tell Eleanor is smiling slightly as she continues to force Esme’s head back and forth, bringing his member a bit further down her throat every time...

  It feels nice, obviously, but Sincir is a bit concerned about Esme…

  Although, his concern melts away once he sees Esme’s expression of ecstasy.

  …She really does like being toyed with, doesn’t she? And now that he thinks on it, she asked Collin to force his cock down her throat, that time…

  Their py continues on for a while, with Eleanor making the occasional snarky or degrading comment about Esme’s ability to take his cock in... Impressively enough, Esme does touch her nose against his crotch, eventually.

  “Look at that, I guess everybody is good at something,” Eleanor murmurs when it happens.

  Still, she holds Esme’s head in pce for a full five seconds before finally allowing to her pull away and cough.

  Eleanor snorts, then kicks her shoulder, knocking her down.

  “Undress,” she orders, “And for fuck’s sake, try not to take an eternity this time.”

  Having said as much, Eleanor turns Sincir around by his shoulder and kisses him, going back to jerking his now drenched member...

  She makes a point of ignoring Esme while they kiss, in spite of having told Esme to hurry, and takes her time rolling her tongue around his mouth…

  “Uhm… Should I still be holding onto this…?” Esme asks slightly breathlessly, now naked, as she looks up at them from the ground… For some reason, she still has Eleanor’s underwear on her hands, who throws Esme a sidelong gnce after pulling away from him, then narrows her eyes and smiles coldly.

  “Yeah, hold onto it until the end.”

  “Oh…”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Bully,” he whispers next to Eleanor’s ear while grabbing her left breast and pinching her nipple, causing her to intake a small sharp breath.

  “Should I go easier on her?” she whisper back.

  “Naw, let her know who is the alpha girl…”

  Eleanor grimaces, mostly likely in virtue of his teasing tone, even as she bites her lower lip once he drags his hand up her inner tight.

  “Ass up, Ms. Girlfriend,” she orders out loud, slightly breathlessly, “Lean against the bed, if that’s easier for you…”

  Sincir spots Esme also biting her lip as she crawls around to obey Eleanor’s order, eyes glued to them as she does so…

  Meanwhile, Eleanor continues to make out with him. “I want to see you fucking the lights out of her,” she murmurs against his lips, “Like you did to me... So don’t you dare holding back.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Sincir answers with a chuckle, “I’ll do my best to give her a nice time…”

  Eleanor groans, then steps away and pushes him toward Esme, who is now leaning forward with her elbows against the bed and her knees slightly bent.

  Seeing her blushed cheeks and eager, albeit coy expression, Sincir sps her ass, causing Esme to yelp, then pushes her upper body forward, until it is ying against the bed, while pressing his member against her asshole’s entrance.

  “Rex, or it won’t go in,” he tells her, meeting her gaze and softly caressing her hair as he slowly rubs his member against her tightly closed entrance.

  Esme stares at him for a moment, her eyes slightly gzed, then nods. “F-for the record, I’m team just getting in bed and fucking from now on…”

  Sincir chuckles. “I’m sure you are…”

  Their breathing intertwines as he continues to hump her, forcing himself against her entrance a bit more every time… Under his caresses, Esme eventually begin to rex... Moaning softly, she intakes a sharp breath of air once his head finally goes in.

  Gncing at Eleanor, Sincir realizes she has sat on the bed next to them with her legs crossed and expression carefully neutral.

  “So, that’s how you do it… A couple of minutes under you, and she is willing to go through the pain for it.”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Quit trying to act cool and have some fun, dumbass.”

  While facing Eleanor’s cold blue eyes, he continues to slowly trust into Esme… Needless to mention, she is tight enough to hurt, even while doing her best to stay rexed for him.

  “I thought I told you to fuck her,” Eleanor says, ignoring his comment about having fun.

  “C’mon, I’m too tired to cast spells right now… Damn it, Esme, you’re killing me…”

  As he trusts into her, increasingly faster and deeper, Esme moans loudly.

  “Eleanor, make so she shuts up!” Sincir murmurs, his voice strained.

  “Why? The whole house knows you’re fucking, anyway…”

  He throws her a dirty look. “Knowing it’s happening somewhere, at some point, and hearing it while its happening, are two completely different things!”

  As Esme moans again, even louder, Eleanor smiles.

  “Did I wail like a bitch, too?”

  Did she? Fuck, he is beyond the point of being able to think straight… Seeing his pleading look, Eleanor finally rolls her eyes and turns toward Esme, climbing on the bed in order to approach her face.

  As he continues to slowly thrust into Esme’s asshole, feeling his hips melting after every push, Sincir watches Eleanor gently move Esme’s hair away from her expression, a mix of pain and ecstasy, then grab her panties from the freckled girl’s hands, and pce them within her mouth, pressing a finger against her lips as she does so.

  Almost immediately, Esme comes, her body shaking as she stares into Eleanor’s cold blue eyes and clenches his cock hard enough to hurt… Thankfully, her screams are muffled by the piece of cloth now filling her mouth.

  After a moment of watching Esme’s orgasm clinically, Eleanor turns her gaze toward him. “Fuck her,” she orders, her slightly hoarse voice making her own desire obvious in spite of her cool expression.

  Sincir doesn’t need to be told twice.

  Pcing one of his knees over the bed, he positions himself above a still slightly trembling Esme, leaning forward and kissing her sweaty nape. “This will hurt a bit,” he murmurs next to her ear, “But I’ll heal you ter… Okay?”

  As he continues to pce soft kisses against her sensitive skin and caress her body, Esme shudders and moans against her gag, which Sincir takes for a positive.

  This time, when he trusts into her, he does so with strength enough to drive his member until its hilt… He also doesn’t stop after the first thrust, continuing to piston into Esme hard and fast even as she begins to wriggle and twist underneath him.

  Now moving his hips almost as fast as he can, Sincir hugs Esme from behind while mounting her… He doesn’t even bother holding in his own moans, and it isn’t long before her muffled cries take a different tone, signaling the fact she is no longer able to differentiate pain from pleasure...

  The sane remaining part of Sincir’s brain registers the creaking of the bed underneath them, as well as Eleanor’s fast breathing as she watches them with slightly wide eyes and one hand in between her legs, moving rapidly.

  He considers for a brief moment if he should pull out or not, but then Esme comes again, squirting all over their legs, and the sudden increase in constriction makes the decision for him; Coming while surrounded by Esme’s warmth and tightness, he can’t help but to moan softly…

  Unfortunately, it is over all too fast, though Esme is still trembling and moaning several seconds after he has pulled out of her.

  Staring at her vacant expression and gssed eyes, Sincir sighs softly; Sometimes, he envies girls.

  “I’ll move you up, okay?” he tells Esme, gently tapping her ass.

  Having said as much, Sincir signals Eleanor to help him, and together, they move Esme’s sluggish body up the bed until she is lying on a fatal, comfortable position.

  Meeting her gzed eyes, Sincir smiles. “We’ll clean you up and heal you, so don’t worry about anything and rest, okay?”

  She murmurs something, but since she’s still gagged, he can’t make it out. Chuckling, Sincir finally removes Eleanor’s underwear from Esme’s mouth, and throwing it aside.

  “I’ll do it,” Eleanor offers once their gazes meet, and Sincir nods at her thankfully whilee lying by Esme with a sigh of relief.

  It doesn’t take long for Eleanor to clean and heal Esme, other than having to go downstairs to grab a wet piece of cloth, which she does without bothering to put anything on.

  Esme grabbed his hand at some point, and she continues to stare at him with half closed eyes, even as Eleanor begins to wipe her lower half, causing her to shudder.

  “…What?” Sincir asks.

  “Cute…”

  He grimaces. “I think you mean handsome, or at least sexy...”

  “…Cute.”

  This fucker.

  “…Just go to sleep, already.”

  “…Can I call you love, too?”

  “You can call me whatever, except for cute.”

  Esme chuckles. “You do know you’re fifteen, right? Well, your body, at least… It’s hard to think of you as anything other than cute, love.”

  Ugh. Varzath has had some of his lovers in the past adopt his default pet name, but he has always hated it having it directed at him, since it reminds him of Ig'droren far too much…

  Yeah, Varzath is a sick bastard for adopting the pet name she had for him, but it seemed natural at the time, a way to gain control over his memories, by treating his lovers differently than she’d have…

  Anyway, should he tell Esme he is actually thirteen? He wasn’t really trying to hide it, but it hasn’t come up yet… Well, he’ll do it ter.

  Still staring at him, Esme chuckles softly. “Hey, I can tell you hated me calling you love… But it isn’t fair if I’m the only one who has a pet name…”

  “Just call me Sin, like Ena, if Sincir feels too long for you.”

  “Can I?”

  “Yes.”

  “Cool…”

  Sincir spots a slight golden glow as Eleanor uses her healing spell over Esme’s bruised bottom, causing her to sigh in relief.

  “Thank the Gods for magic… It was starting to hurt like hell already. I probably wouldn’t have been able to walk tomorrow… Thank you, El. Can I call you El?”

  “If you want to die,” Eleanor murmurs as she rises from the bed, beginning to grab her clothes from the floor.

  “Just leave them… Where in the fuck are you going?”

  “My room,” Eleanor says, as she begins to head for the door.

  Seeing that she is actually pnning to leave, Sincir rolls his eyes incredulously.

  “Fuck no, you’re not,” he says, and then, once she doesn’t stop, he continues with a sigh, “Fine, but wait, I have something to tell you.”

  Eleanor pauses, throwing him a sidelong gnce over her shoulder. “What?”

  “Dumbass, I don’t feel like screaming across the room, so come here.”

  Eleanor sighs, but she does drop her clothes in a neat pile near the door before walking back. “What?” she asks once she approaches his side of the bed, stopping and crossing her arms.

  Seeing her defensive posture, Sincir almost releases another sigh, but he stops himself.

  Stupid girl… Why can’t she just be honest about what she wants?

  “Closer…” Sincir tells her.

  Eleanor grimaces and stares at him suspiciously, but after a moment, her curiosity seems to win over, and she uncrosses her arms in order to lean over and approach his face from his.

  “…What?”

  Staring into her blue eyes, beautiful as they are guarded, Sincir smiles. “You’re either lying in this bed of your own will, or tied-up with Esme’s panties in your mouth,” he murmurs sweetly, “Although, be warned, I’m not touching you until morning, if you choose the second option.”

  Eleanor blinks, then swallows; She can probably tell he’s being dead serious.

  “…Fucker.”

  “Stop trying to run away, and just come here already.”

  Eleanor averts her eyes from his and presses her mouth into a thin line… However, after a moment, she does begin to y down next to him, on a position somewhat mirroring Esme’s, although she doesn’t grab his hand.

  “Welcome aboard,” Esme says, smiling at Eleanor in spite of the other girl’s obvious grimace.

  “Rex,” Sincir tells her, “And before you start, I’m not asking.”

  Eleanor sighs, but she does assume a more comfortable, natural position next to him. “Good enough?” she murmurs drily.

  Esme chuckles. “Doesn’t she remind you of a grumpy cat?”

  “A very skittish one,” Sincir murmurs, chuckling as he interrupts Eleanor’s reply by pressing his mouth against hers.

  She resists initially, cursing through their kiss… Though, once he wraps his free arm around her in order to pull her closer, she finally stops struggling, and by the time their kiss is over, she is panting slightly while lying half on top of him, with a slight blush on her face.

  “…Holy fuck,” Esme murmurs after a moment of staring at them with wide eyes, “Can I have one of whatever that was, too?”

  Sincir chuckles. “As many as you want, but not right now… You’ve had your turn already, and I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open... Did I mention having jumped into a river to save a damsel in distress, tonight?”

  Esme and Eleanor exchange a gnce.

  “We should get used to it; He’s never going to let the world forget it happened,” Esme murmurs.

  Eleanor nods. “Creator protect us.”

  In spite of himself, Sincir snorts. “Shut up. It was an honest act of selflessness, and I deserve a bit of praise for it.”

  Esme ughs, then kisses his cheek. “Good demon.”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes. “Can we sleep now?”

  “Did you come?”

  Eleanor blinks, then averts her gaze. “…I did.”

  “Was it enough?”

  She remains silent.

  “I guess that’s a no. Do I have to threaten you again, or are you going to be a good girl and let me take care of you?”

  Once she still doesn’t answer, Sincir caresses her forehead, moving her hair away from her face in order to reveal her expression and eyes, both of which showcase her barely contained emotions…

  Looking at her, Sincir can guess at what she is thinking.

  Earlier, she wanted it bad enough to come here and beg for it; After watching them, she is probably ready to explode... More than that, she hates herself for having become his pything (her perspective, not his), hates Esme for having become his girlfriend, instead of her or Ena, and hates him for being a demon, for being a pervert, and for not having fucked her yet tonight…

  While staring into her striking blue eyes, Sincir carefully wipes a silent tear as it runs down her cheek.

  “…Sorry for being mean earlier. I couldn’t help myself.”

  “…Fuck off.”

  “Did you have fun?”

  “…Maybe,” Eleanor admits after a moment of silently facing his gaze.

  He smiles. “Want me to give you another bath?”

  Eleanor blushes, then gres at him. “We’re never doing that again.”

  Sincir continues to smile as he drags a finger against her arm, causing her to shudder. “Really now? Even if I ordered Esme to do it instead…? Maybe we should have her caring for you every night from now on, obeying your every whim… Would you like that…? Your own personal sve, to take all of your frustrations on?”

  “Does this Esme get a say in that?” Esme murmurs drily, then groans exasperatedly once they continue to face each other, ignoring her.

  “You’re the one who keeps telling me to grow up from being a bully… Or is that I can only bully who you say, and when you say it?” Eleanor asks.

  Sincir ughs. “You’re so dramatic… I don’t like it when you make Ena feel inferior, but I let you py with Esme and me however you wanted, didn’t I? I know you like being in control, and looking down on others - and although in my role as guardian, I feel forced to say these are bad habits - it’s okay if the other person consents to being looked down on, or if you don’t go overboard with it.”

  Eleanor stares silently at him for another long moment, then slowly nods.

  He smiles at her. “Now, I know you’re ready to explode, so why don’t you turn around and show me how much you want it?”

  Eleanor seems to consider it for a second, before sighing... Then, she slowly rises and turns around, straddling him.

  Seeing her well-shaped ass, as well as her reddened, moist sex right in front of his face, Sincir feels his previously soft member immediately beginning to harden once more.

  “I don’t think I can see it well enough yet…” Sincir murmurs hoarsely, chuckling as he does.

  “You fucking bastard,” Eleanor murmurs, but she does rise to a crouched position, then backs up until her crouch is effectively on top of his face.

  “Uhm… I have to admit, it’s a nice view... Will you be angry if I ask you to spread yourself even more for me?”

  Eleanor growls, then suddenly sits on top of his face, dragging herself against him as she releases a moan loud enough to be mistaken by a scream...

  Sincir doesn’t resist her; Instead, he does his best to match his tongue to her desperate humping, which doesn’t show any signs of slowing down as she continues to cry out, now from behind her hands, which she used to cover her mouth…

  Eleanor’s first orgasm doesn’t take long to come, and Sincir feels her entire body quivering on top of him as she falls forward; Still, he doesn’t stop licking her pussy until she has completely stopped moving.

  Then, chuckling, Sincir throws a gnce toward Esme, who meets his gaze with a small smile on her face.

  He rolls his eyes. “For how long do you pn on holding my hand for, exactly? You know how hard it is to do this with only one hand?”

  Esme just shrugs, snuggling up to him and lying her head against his shoulder. “Like this, you’re pleasing to girls at once,” she whispers against his ear, still smiling.

  Well, he is gd she is enjoying herself… Speaking of which.

  Seeing as Eleanor seems to have recovered her breathing somewhat, Sincir smiles devilishly, then pulls her hips closer to him again (not an easy maneuver considering, Esme refused to release of his hand) before pcing a soft kiss against her sex.

  “What…? Wait, I’m…!”

  But he is already running his tongue against her clitoris, which turns her words into another loud moan…