The first thing Sincir realizes as he wakes up is that he has a raging boner; The second, that he is about to suffocate to death under Eleanor’s breasts.

  Quickly squirming from underneath her until he’s able to breath again, he curses silently while throwing her a gre... Fuck, and he thought he was dreaming about drowning because of what happened with No.

  Seeing as Eleanor is still sleeping peacefully, he briefly considers thoughts of revenge, but ends up sighing and shaking his head.

  It’d be petty to hold it against her when she didn’t do it on purpose. Still, seeing her fully naked, with an unguarded expression on her face, makes it hard for him to think straight… Damn it, her body is something all right…

  “…What are you looking at?”

  Sincir jumps, then curses as he meets Eleanor’s now open eyes.

  “…Lords, are you trying to kill me?”

  Eleanor yawns, blinking and turning over as she slowly arches her back and stretches her shoulders, crossing her arms above her head. “...Don’t stare at me when I’m asleep; It’s creepy,” she murmurs sleepily.

  Sincir groans. Why couldn’t she have stayed asleep a little longer?

  While closing her eyes and lying back down, Eleanor smirks. “You were thinking you like me better with my mouth shut, weren’t you? Well, the feeling is mutual.”

  “…Good to know.”

  Eleanor chuckles while opening her eyes to stare at him again, her expression surprisingly warm. “Sorry, I’m just... I suppose you’d call it teasing.”

  Sincir blinks, which causes Eleanor to roll her eyes.

  “Don’t look so surprised because of a simple apology, idiot. Anyway, isn’t it your turn to make breakfast today?”

  “No, it’s Ena’s…”

  “…I was joking earlier. I don’t really mind it if you look.”

  Having been given permission, Sincir immediately smiles as he gnces from her face to her breasts, taking in their perfect shape and standing nipples… It seems he is not the only one who woke up feeling horny.

  “Fuck, the whole room smells of sex…” Eleanor murmurs, her voice now slightly hoarse sounding, “And I think my legs still aren’t working properly… Do you think somebody heard us?”

  Sincir gnces at Esme, who is, as usual for her in the morning, sleeping like a stone; Seeing as she is literally drooling on her pillow, he chuckles.

  “I’m not sure. You were pretty loud a couple of times there, but Ena is a fairly heavy sleeper, and I doubt No would’ve been awakened easily, considering how tired she was…”

  Eleanor grimaces. “And whose fault was it that I was so loud?”

  He smiles at her. “I’ll remember to grab a pair of panties for next time.”

  She snorts. “Fuck off, I was… I don’t know, it seemed right in the moment. Do you think she is angry at me?”

  Sincir rises an eyebrow. “Esme? I doubt it. But you could always apologize and have a talk with her ter, if you feel like it… You both could probably use some girl talk after what happened, anyway.”

  Once Eleanor gres at him, Sincir blinks.

  “What?”

  “It pisses me off when you act like it has nothing to do with you,” she says, to which Sincir rolls his eyes.

  “Look, since I’m seeing the both of you, of course it’ll affect me if you start fighting. However, as much as I’d like to have more threesomes in the future, there are things I simply cannot do, and forcing you guys to get along is one of them.”

  “Oh, no threesomes? Poor you…”

  Once Sincir grimaces, Eleanor drops her expression of mockery, and bites her lower lip.

  “...I guess it’s a bit rich of me to say this, when I’m the one who came to your room st night.”

  Sincir sighs, shaking his head as he does so. “I offered you the position of girlfriend, remember? Which, for the record, is something Esme had to actually work for... You already admitted you like me, and now Ena knows we’re together, so why not rex a bit and let me take care of you?”

  Eleanor averts her gaze. “The position of second girlfriend, you mean,” she murmurs.

  “Is that the problem? You want me all to yourself?”

  “Yes.”

  Seeing as she didn’t even hesitate, Sincir sighs again. “I’m sorry. Had I known you felt this way before I started dating Esme… I know I keep saying this, but you’re one hell of a woman, Eleanor, and you deserve better than second girlfriend.”

  So does Esme, for that matter, but she is the one who chose to be with him in the end, so there’s not much he can do about that...

  “You’d have cheated eventually, anyway,” Eleanor murmurs, still without looking at him.

  Sincir grimaces. Why does everybody assume that he’d cheat?

  “Excuse me, but I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of reining in my urges if necessary, as demonstrated by these st five years of living in the same house as you, and being a perfect gentlemen.”

  As Eleanor finally looks at him again, she snorts softly. “I suppose you do deserve some credit… But now the boat has already sailed, hasn’t it? For a woman to have you all for themselves, they’d have to go over this one’s dead body,” she says, throwing Esme a look of begrudging respect.

  Sincir smiles. “Be nice to her, okay? I know she is clumsy and cks confidence, but she is a precious thing… And, if I’m not around next time you’re feeling horny, I bet she’ll eat you out, if you ask her to.”

  Eleanor throws him an incredulous look. “What’s with you and trying to pimp her out?”

  He snorts. “Don’t let her token resistance fool you; She loves being used, but doesn’t have the courage to put herself in a position to make it happen, so I’m helping her out… Of course, it is convenient for me that she is like this, so I’m not compining, but I think you can tell I haven’t done anything which would really hurt her.”

  “Right… Fine, I guess should’ve already left you if she was really bothered by it.”

  Sincir smiles. “So, does this means you’re applying?”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Shut the fuck up, bastard, who the hell would apply for a position of-”

  “Remember st night? If you were my girlfriend, I’d eat you out anywhere, anytime... No more deals or rules.”

  Eleanor pauses, her mouth still half-opened. Then, she swallows. “…Fuck, this is not fair when you’ve had Creator knows how many lifetimes to practice.”

  “Is that a no?”

  “…I didn’t say that.”

  “Then, is that a yes?”

  Eleanor averts her gaze from his, taking a deep breath. Then, after a moment, she meets his eyes once more, now with a look of determination on her face. “Fine, but I have a condition.”

  Sincir chuckles. “Sure, shoot it.”

  “Eleanor is the only thing you’re allowed to call me by.”

  Sincir raises an eyebrow. “Ena calls you by El sometimes,” he points out, to which she shrugs.

  “And?”

  “Fine... But then I have a condition, too.”

  Eleanor sighs. “Yes?”

  “...Blowjobs.”

  Eleanor gnces toward his now half-standing member for a moment, then grimaces. “I’m not deepthroating that more than once a day.”

  “Nobody said anything about deepthroating… Wait, do you think I’m letting you use my face like a humping-pillow every time?”

  They stare at each other for a moment, before Eleanor licks her lips and smiles. “I realized yesterday you’re still too small for a proper sixty-nine.”

  Varzath thinks on it for a moment.

  “…Can I fuck your boobs instead?”

  Eleanor sighs. “I can’t believe I’m letting you sweet-talk me…”

  Before she can ruin the moment, Varzath kisses her...

  Eleanor doesn’t resist, and they immediately begin to touch each other’s bodies through their intense kiss; Varzath by grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, and Eleanor by grabbing his ass cheeks.

  The kiss doesn’t st very long, however, as they’re both too horny for much forepy, and once he pulls away, Varzath immediately pushes Eleanor shoulder so she has her back against the bed, before rising to his knees while presenting her his now fully hard member.

  “You’ll need to get it wet for it to work…”

  Eleanor gnces at him, then toward his cock, before slowly approaching her mouth from it and taking a small, tentative lick…

  When Sincir shudders, she chuckles.

  “It doesn’t taste as bad as I expected it...”

  He groans. “Can we agree to py nice for once?”

  “Sure…”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes as she approaches her mouth from his member once more, this time holding his gaze as she wraps her lips around its head, slowly sucking on it.

  It is clear she is teasing him, but Sincir doesn’t say anything more, choosing to simply watch as Eleanor brings his member halfway into her mouth, then pulls it out and begins to lick it from the outside…

  By the time she has gotten most of it covered in her saliva, his member is positively throbbing.

  “…Was that nice enough?” Eleanor murmurs, blue eyes gleaming intensely as they rest against his.

  Evidently, although it has only been a couple of days since they started pying around, she’s already shameless when it comes to sex…

  …Lords save him.

  “Unless you want to know what cum tastes like too, I think that’s enough,” Sincir murmurs hoarsely, when he realizes she looks as though she is about to start again.

  Eleanor grins at him. “Then you better get to work yourself, before I change my mind about becoming your bitch.”

  Sincir swallows. “Fine…”

  Turning around, he straddles her chest, mounting Eleanor while leaning forward and spreading her legs... As he sticks his tongue up her wet, warm sex for the first time, Eleanor moans out loud.

  “You know, you don’t taste so bad yourself…” he tells her while shamelessly humping his cock against her left breast.

  “Fucking hell, just shut the fuck up…!”

  “You started!”

  Eleanor has the presence of mind to push her breasts against his cock without being told to, and both of their breathing's quickly grow accelerated once Sincir beings to move both his tongue and hips...

  Doing both at the same time while also maintain his bance if a bit of a challenge, but nothing he can’t handle, and the feeling of her Eleanor’s breast wrapped around his member as her hard nipples drag against his skin more than make up for the trouble…

  Before long, both him and Eleanor have abandoned any pretenses of looking cool, losing themselves in each other’s bodies and the motions of their movements.

  Sincir feels his orgasm approaching at the same time as Eleanor suddenly moans out loud again, wrapping her legs over his head and fixing it in pce as she begins to hump his face desperately...

  Her orgasm st for a while, and he is in urgent need of air by the time she finally stops shaking and releases her leg-lock over his head.

  Taking a deep breath, Sincir immediately throws her a gre over his shoulder; Seeing the look on his face, and the mess she made of it with her juices, Eleanor widens her eyes.

  “F-fuck, that… I swear that wasn’t on purpose. Are you okay?”

  “That depends. Can I sit on your face to finish myself off?”

  Eleanor blinks, then raises an eyebrow. “I suppose… Yes? Do you normally sit on girl’s faces to get yourself off?”

  He smiles at her. “Only if they’ve been really bad girls…”

  Eleanor stares at him in disbelief for a moment, then blinks. “That’s… How humiliating. Then again, I guess I did use your face however I felt like twice now, and you haven’t compined about it…”

  Seeing as she is taking him seriously, Sincir scratches his head. “Well, I was kinda joking.”

  “No, go ahead and treat my face like a fuck toy… That’s what I did to you, and fair is fair.”

  Saying as much, Eleanor nonchantly lies back, closing her eyes…

  Seeing her taunting him, Sincir feels his eyebrow twitching. Does she think he won’t do it? Does she want him to do it?

  He really was just joking about sitting on her face… He can’t tell what she is thinking.

  “What are you waiting for…? Or is that, since this is a humiliation thing, you want me to keep my eyes open for it?”

  Once Eleanor rises her head to look at him again, Sincir shakes his head exasperatedly. “You want me to humiliate you?”

  “…Maybe.”

  He snorts incredulously. “I get it now… It felt really nice to be punished st time, didn’t it?”

  “…Maybe,” Eleanor repeats, now averting her eyes as she speaks.

  Sincir doesn’t doubt she has a low opinion of herself in virtue of her history, both as a victim and as a bully, so it makes sense she’d crave some sort of punishment… After all, he knows for a fact she is often punishing herself.

  Damn it, he is no priest or saint, but it’d feel weird to just keep going now that he knows she probably feels like shit about herself. And didn’t he promise recently he’d take better care of her?

  “Eleanor…”

  Hearing her name, Eleanor looks at him again, and seeing the look on his face, she tightens her jaw. “You’re doing it again.”

  “What?”

  “Treating me like I’m made of gss.”

  Unmounting her, which he still hadn’t done, Sincir shakes his head. “You’re wrong. I think you’re strong, but I also know that you’re hurting… Is it so wrong of me to care about you?”

  “Pussy,” Eleanor says.

  He sighs. “Look, I’d love to be a little rougher with you, but certain things shouldn’t be rushed, and the truth is, I just don’t think you’re ready for it… If that upsets you so much, then you’ll just have to change my mind about it.”

  Eleanor expression grows stormy enough that for a second he wonders if she’ll simply get up and leave… However, after a moment of holding his gaze, she shakes her head exasperatedly.

  “…How?” she murmurs tensely, in the end.

  “I want you to stop punishing yourself, for once. And I want you to rex a bit… If you are able to do that and get along with the girls in the house, then I’ll punish you as much as you want.”

  Eleanor looks at him incredulously. “All of that so I get the privilege of having you sit on my face?”

  Sincir shrugs. “You want me to py rough? I can do that. But I’ll have to believe you’re in for the fun of it, not because you’re using me as a way to punish yourself for what happened five years ago.”

  Eleanor stares at him for a long moment before speaking again. “I could back out from being your girlfriend,” she says.

  Sustaining her gaze unflinchingly, Sincir nods. “You could.”

  “…Let’s say I wanted you to treat me as roughly as you could, what would that look like?”

  Sincir smiles at her. “I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl for long enough to find out… Until then, the only thing you’ll receive from me, young dy, is love, and maybe the occasional love tap.”

  Eleanor throws her head back, pcing an arm over eyes as she ughs loudly. “Creator, how I curse the day I met you…” she murmurs.

  “Say, you’re still getting me off, right?” Sincir asks, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

  “…I would ask if you’re kidding, did I not know better.”

  “Please?” he pleads, slowly dragging a finger against her thigh as he makes his voice into an imploring one, “Esme is too sleepy in the morning, and we’ll both be busy for most of the day… You wouldn’t make your poor boyfriend suffer throughout the whole day when he gave you such a nice morning, right? You know everything I do is because I care about you…”

  Eleanor groans. “Before today, I never thought of myself as retarded…”

  Sincir smiles. “Is that a yes?”

  “Just do whatever you want… I don’t care anymore…”

  Whatever he wants again, huh?

  Rising to his knees, Sincir runs his hand through Eleanor’s inner thigh, then through lower abdomen, before pcing a soft kiss against her navel… Seeing as she still showcases no reaction, he continues rising, until he reaches her breasts, taking one of them into his mouth, and the other into his hand.

  Although his cock is ready to explode, Sincir forces himself to take his time before finally dragging it against Eleanor’s lower abdomen; At the same time, he pinches her right nipple, while biting her right one…

  Eleanor intakes a sharp breath of air, finally removing her arm in order to gre at him.

  Paying her no mind, Sincir continues to suck on her nipple while rubbing himself against her.

  “T-the fuck do you think you are-”

  Pulling back slightly, he smiles at her, then rubs his member against her still wet pussy, causing Eleanor’s eyes to widen as she bites her lower lip and arches her back slightly.

  Of course, he doesn’t pn on taking her first time like this, and so he is careful to stay away from her sex’s actual entrance, focusing on fucking Eleanor’s thighs instead.

  “If you press them together for me, I’ll wait until you come again before finishing…” Sincir murmurs, plopping his lips away from her nipple in order to do so.

  Once Eleanor gres at him, he draws a circle with his tongue around the hard bump… While sustaining his gaze, she tightens her jaw, and then presses her legs together.

  The increase in pressure is almost too much for Sincir to handle… Still, he continues to rub his member against her sex at a steady, gradually faster pace, sustaining her blue eyes all the while.

  “This is so unfair…” he grumbles.

  “W-what?”

  “How many times did you come since yesterday, huh? This is only my second…”

  “If y-you’re trying to make me feel bad, it isn’t working… Do you want me to believe Esme would deny you…?”

  “That’s not what I mean… F-forget it…”

  Why does it bother him now, when it has never before…? Again, that annoying feeling of having forgotten something important…

  Eleanor groans. “Fine… K-kiss…”

  Sincir chuckles. “Can’t r-reach…”

  “Fucking brat…”

  Having said as much, Eleanor leans forward on her own in order to lock her lips against his…

  The kiss seems to do it for her, although her orgasm is a small one in comparison to some of the ones she has had recently.

  Sincir considers if he should pull away from her or not, but Eleanor must have noticed his hesitation, because she suddenly bites his lower lip and growls breathlessly.

  “Don’t you dare…”

  “B-babies…”

  His body is that of a human now, so shooting his seed where it can germinate would probably be a very bad idea… Well, demons can make half-demons with humans, but it’s much rarer...

  “Can’t have them,” Eleanor murmurs, “Since I’m a fucking nephilim… Remember?”

  Oh… Right. Ena shouldn’t be able to have kids either, now that he thinks on it…

  Seeing no other reason to hold back, Sincir finally rexes, giving himself the final push and coming against Eleanor’s wet entrance one slow rub at a time… He’s not the only one to shudder as it happens, both him and Eleanor moaning softly through their kiss while falling against the bed in each other’s embrace.

  “…Fuck, we went overboard,” Sincir murmurs after a moment of catching his breath.

  “Then move already…” Eleanor retorts, though she doesn’t seem particurly inclined to do so, herself.

  “C’mon, let me hug you for a bit…”

  “Ugh... You guys are so loud… Can’t you fuck silently or something…?”

  Realizing Esme is the one who spoke, Sincir throws her a gnce, in time to catch her groggily opening her eyes while absently wiping her mouth… Then, once she meets his gaze, she blinks, expression changing to one of alertness, and her cheeks grow blushed.

  “W-what? I wasn’t…”

  “You totally were,” both him and Eleanor say at the same time, causing Esme to groan and hide her face against her pillow.

  “Fucking hell, please don’t tell anyone…” she murmurs, voice obviously pained.

  “Why would we? More importantly, since you’re awake, let’s all get up and head down for breakfast.”

  “…Should we go one at a time?” Eleanor asks, to which Sincir chuckles.

  “Nah… Making a bunch of noise while fucking is one thing, but I don’t feel like trying to hide our retionship by sneaking around. Although I hadn’t pnned for things to end like this, since it already happened, I’ll handle what comes from it… From now on, you’re both my girls, and the world will just have to get used to it.”

  Eleanor and Esme exchange a look; Esme smiles, while Eleanor grimaces.

  “You’re my first boyfriend, so I don’t want to hide it either,” Esme says, “My very own cute demon boy…”

  It’s Sincir’s turn to grimace. “I’ll grow taller than both of you still, so enjoy it while it sts.”

  While the girls change into something presentable, Sincir goes through the trouble of casting a couple of cleaning spells, both on the three of them, as well as the bed, and some of their clothes.

  Amazingly enough, Sincir feels horny again after watching them change, but he contains his urges to a small, good-morning kiss on Esme, followed by a wink thrown toward a grimacing Eleanor.

  “…Let’s go?”