His py with Esme made Sincir decide to draw sound-barring runes around his new bedroom as soon as he finds the time. The house already has them, but designed to stop the sound and mana from leaking outside, not in between rooms… He can’t keep wasting his mana like this every time Esme or Eleanor decide they want to scream a little. Besides, it is a pain in the ass to keep a spell going while he is in bed with a girl…

  After cleaning the mess Esme made and changing into more casual clothes, Sincir comes downstairs to find Eleanor sitting at their couch while flipping through the spell book he gifted her, with a frown on her face.

  “Were you able to discover something from it yet?” he asks her.

  “No… I spend most of yesterday reading it, but I don’t dare to cast anything without at least having an idea of what the spell might do…” Eleanor murmurs, before closing the book as she looks at him and raises an eyebrow questioningly. “What took you so long?”

  Sincir shrugs. “Esme wanted to cuddle a little before her afternoon nap.”

  She rolls her eyes, her expression making it clear she didn’t buy it for a second. “Well, I’m ready to go if you are.”

  Since Eleanor has already changed from her leather armor into something more comfortable while he was with Esme, they’re both ready to leave the house, which they do after saying their goodbyes to Ena and Rez.

  Their first stop for the day, a tavern called Full Cup, is where they’re supposed to find Daniel, No’s knight and right-hand man. From what the noble girl described, the tavern’s location is right at the edge of the rich part of the city, that being most likely the reason Daniel chose it as his regur resting spot.

  No seemed certain they’d be able to find him there, so Sincir didn’t bother asking for any other locations… She should know best about her underlings.

  “…Sincir? Why did you stop?”

  “Listen, come here for a second.”

  Eleanor raises an eyebrow, but she does approach him, as instructed.

  “Do you see the tavern, two streets over?” Sincir asks, while purposefully pointing at something else.

  After following the direction of his finger, then moving her gaze slightly further, Eleanor gives him a weird look. “…Yes?”

  “It’s where our target is supposed to be. Problem is, after No disappeared yesterday, there is a good chance the people who were after her are now keeping a tail on some of her servants… It’s what I’d do, if I was in their shoes. Do you remember our talk from st night?”

  Now staring at him seriously, Eleanor nods. “I remember. They’re the people responsible for all of those disappearances, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you want to find a way for us to contact the target without being seen or noticed by their tail…” Eleanor deducts, turning around to stare at a nearby food stand as she does so, “Since we’re doing this, why not get rid of the tail altogether? We could extract information from them.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “For now, we want them to think No is either dead, or has skipped town for fear of losing her life. If Daniel’s tail disappears not a day after No herself has, they’ll know for sure something is up, and things will probably escate before we have time to prepare… It’s best if they have their guard low for as long as possible.”

  “Excuse me, may I have two of these?” Eleanor asks one of the stand owners nearby, who smiles at her and retorts the price for the food.

  “I’m not hungry…”

  “It’d be weird if we stood here staring, but didn’t buy anything…”

  Sincir sighs. Times like these is when he misses having Sunnazoth around… Espionage has always been more of her thing, than Varzath’s.

  “…Well, do you have a pn?” Eleanor asks as she takes a small bite from the salted corn she bought.

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “I wrote a note, but I’m thinking about what I should do to make sure it reaches our friend without it being noticed by his stalker…”

  “Is that all?”

  He throws her a thoughtful look, taking a moment to answer. “...More or less? I’m counting on Daniel being at least sober enough to execute the note’s instructions, in which case he’ll come to see us near the toilet stalls at the back without raising suspicions, and we’ll be able to tell him about No while staying on the low…”

  Once Eleanor offers him the second corn, he blinks.

  “…I thought I told you I wasn’t hungry?”

  “I can’t eat both of them.”

  Sincir sighs, but he does accept the stupid corn. “Anyway, did you get all of that?”

  “Sure. Give me the note.”

  Sincir does so, and Eleanor stares at it for a moment before nodding her head. “I can get this delivered, but I’ll probably be seen… Do you think there’s a chance they’ll connect me to No’s disappearance somehow?”

  “It’s very unlikely. But you stand out, so be careful.”

  Eleanor nods. “I’ll talk to one of the barmaids, pretend that we’re friends or something… I’ll ask them to deliver the note for me at some point during the next half-an-hour… Is that good enough?”

  “First, ask them how much Daniel has drunk so far… If he seems too drunk to execute the pn already, then we’re scratching the whole thing and finding another way to contact him.”

  “I’ll tell them to give him a cup of water or two in the meantime…”

  “I’ll wait for you in the alley near the tavern’s back. We’ll be able to see the stalls from there, and keep hidden from passersby… But it’s best if we both take the long way getting there.”

  “Should I try looking for the tail while I’m inside?”

  “No, don’t bother. They could be anyone… Let’s just hope they don’t happen to be one of the barmaids. That’d be major unluckiness, but it could…”

  Sincir’s voice trails off as Eleanor offers him the second, now slightly-eaten corn.

  “…I can’t walk in there with this, it’d be weird.”

  After a moment of staring at her serious expression, he feels hie eyelid twitching. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

  As her blue eyes gleam coldly, Eleanor’s lip moves slightly upwards. “No, why would I? You’ve been such a nice boyfriend since this morning…”

  Sincir sighs, taking the corn from her as he does so. “I hope you use better acting skills than this when you’re in there. Now go, and shout if something really bad happens.”

  “I’ll be fine… And leave some corn for me.”

  Eleanor waves at him over her shoulder as she goes, causing Sincir to sigh once more as he looks toward the two corn cobs in his hands, one of which is barely touched.

  This girl…

  While forcing himself to contain his annoyance (and to eat in spite of not being hungry at all), Sincir takes the time to circle the tavern and approach it from the back, stopping at a nearby alley which gives him a good view of the pce’s back entrance and its toilet stalls.

  He doesn’t know resourceful his enemies are, but this much should make so he went unnoticed by anyone who might’ve been keeping watch of Daniel, and although they’ll see Eleanor briefly once she goes inside, no one should have any reason to connect her to No, since they had never met before st night…

  As Sincir takes another bite from his corn, he grumbles under his breath.

  She’ll be fine, right? She is a smart girl, and her acting has always been decent…

  Time tickles by slowly, and his nervousness doesn’t help matters.

  “A king must keep his cool when delegating tasks… Even when they might be sending their people to certain death… And don’t I have enough experience with that much, if nothing else?” he murmurs to himself, once several minutes have gone by and Eleanor has yet to show up, “…What’s taking her so long, anyway?”

  …Once he finally spots Eleanor entering the alley from the opposite side of the tavern, he releases a small sigh of relief.

  However, once she spots him, she immediately grimaces. “Didn’t I tell you to leave some for me?”

  Sincir blinks, then gnces toward the cleaned bogs in his hands.

  …Fuck. He guesses he was so nervous that he ended up eating them without realizing it! He wasn’t even hungry!

  “…Hey. How did it go?” Sincir says once Eleanor stops in front of him and throws an annoyed look toward the bogs in his hand.

  “…I spotted Daniel easily enough, but I made sure not to stare. The barmaid I spoke to turned out to be a good actor, and she was happy enough with my tip to agree with our pn… Now we just have to wait.”

  “I’ll… I’ll buy you more corn ter…”

  “Forget it.”

  “I’m really sorry…”

  “Forget it, I’m not petty enough to get hung up on a bog of corn.”

  “But you look really upset…”

  Looking away from him, Eleanor tightens her jaw. “If you mention the stupid corn again, I’m heading home.”

  Sincir quickly throws the bogs over a pile of thrash nearby, smiling innocently as he does so. “You’re such an understanding girlfriend, lo- Eleanor. This lowly demon doesn’t deserve you…”

  She snorts, though she is still not looking at him. “Why did you eat them, anyway? I thought you said you weren’t hungry.”

  So, now they’re back to speaking about the corn?

  Sincir nearly rolls his eyes, but contains himself from doing so once Eleanor throws him a sidelong gnce, cold blue eyes gleaming threateningly.

  “…I was nervous, so I ate them without noticing,” he confesses in the end, shrugging.

  Eleanor pauses, then blinks while turning to face him with a surprised look on her face. “You what?”

  Sincir grimaces. “Shouldn’t I be? While sending my pupil to a dangerous mission?”

  She smiles.

  “Don’t-”

  But Eleanor is already speaking, “Dangerous, he says. Be honest, you’d have both me and Ena locked in the basement with Rez if it was up to you, doing housework, reading, and eating with spoons… Actually, haven’t you already locked up Esme? I’m starting to think it is only a matter of time…”

  Sincir gres at her. “As much as I’d enjoy having you locked in the basement, Eleanor, trust me when I say that if that were to happen, it’d not be so you’d do the housework.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so? And what, if I may ask, would you have us doing, instead?”

  After a moment of facing her eyes, Sincir groans, averting his gaze. “…Stop. And don’t include Ena in this.”

  “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to start describing what I would do with her once I had her locked up…” Eleanor whispers, causing Sincir to groan again.

  “I was thinking this after Victoria, and what you told me about your teenager misadventures, but you’re pretty bi, aren’t you? Have you always lusted after girls as much as boys?”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Don’t change the subject… Or would you rather talk about the corn again?”

  Sincir smiles at her. “I’d do… Perverted things.”

  “How descriptive,” Eleanor murmurs dryly.

  Sincir sighs. “Do you really want me to…?”

  “Oh, yes… I want to know what would’ve happen if we met when you were still a merciless sex demon, and I was an acolyte, trying to kill you…”

  Staring at her slightly mocking, slightly provoking expression, Sincir tightens his jaw. “You don’t understand what you’re asking of me… I have actually done these things before.” Or, well, Varzath has.

  Eleanor pauses. “…And I take it these aren’t pleasant memories?”

  Sincir averts his gaze, and, for his eternal annoyance, feels his cheeks heating slightly as he does so. “Not… Not exactly. I certainly enjoyed them, though I had my own rules in how I went about things…”

  “Tell me.”

  Sincir grimaces. Is she a dog with a bone?

  “…Please,” Eleanor adds, obviously as an afterthought.

  “…Why?”

  This time, she is the one to avert her eyes slightly. “Maybe I’m curious about my boyfriend’s past, both the good and the bad. And maybe I have wondered about your demonic nature before…”

  After a moment of watching her fidgeting in pce, Sincir sighs. “Well, I already told you most of the story, anyway, so I suppose I might as well... After I freed myself from svery, I swore not to become like the demon who had me in captivity; However, from human standards, I was still a pretty merciless and petty bastard.”

  Seeing as Eleanor is now staring at him intently, Sincir averts his gaze, continuing in a lower tone.

  “My first rule was about rape and svery. Putting it simply, I considered them fair game if the other side attacked me first, or took things too far... My second rule was about how to treat those I was going to rape, or ensve. If I was going to do it, I was going to make damn sure they enjoyed it; Or, at least, that they bodies did. I was pretty good at…”

  What was it that Saendara said?

  “…Using sex as a weapon. Having a former enemy begging to be used… Warping their perception until they were damn thankful to have the privilege of being my fuck toy… Then moving on, once I grew tired of them… I’d say I was better than other demons in many areas, and that I became much nicer over the centuries, but it still doesn’t make the things I did right.”

  Sincir shrugs.

  “Even while I was still a demon, I had come to loath some of the things I had done, though I didn’t allow myself to accept that at the time...”

  Once Sincir gnces toward Eleanor again, he realizes she has stepped forward at some point during his story; As their eyes meet, she leans down, bringing their eyes to level, while pressing a finger against his lips.

  “I don’t doubt you could break me into a submissive fuck toy…” she whispers, “Or Esme… Or Ena… So why haven’t you… Fucked any of us into submission yet?”

  “Maybe I like all of you the way you are,” he grumbles against her finger, “As a matter of fact, I’ve grown rather tired of broken toys, over the course of my life.”

  Eleanor smiles. “Tell me how you’d do it… Tell me how you’d break me.”

  Oh, by the Lords, she really is a dog with a bone…

  “Fine. But I’d like to make clear-”

  “Shh; No mercy. Zero niceness. I couldn’t care less.”

  Feeling as though he is about to pop a vein, Sincir finally decides he has had enough; If she wants it so bad, then so be it.

  He smiles at her. “Oh, with you, it’d be so easy I’d probably grow bored of it in a year… You’d be surprised how fast people change once they are stripped of their pride, and the greater their pride, the lower they fall. Make them beg to use the bathroom, make them beg for food, make them beg for relief… And then give them everything, but in your own terms. They’ll come to rely on you, and once that happens, your attention will make them believe you care about them… One humiliating small task or command at a time, and they’ll grow used to associating their pleasure with it, until they’ll want to be humiliated by you, fucked by you, hurt by you… It is important that you’re the only one they see during that period, that you’re the one to provide everything they need… If they misbehave, their punishment should be fair, but swift… Listening to their needs and worries, then delivering on them, is also important-”

  “Okay, I got it; You’ve done this before. Now the basement; Tell me about it,” Eleanor whispers, slightly hoarsely.

  Stared at by her from so close, Sincir can feel her rough breathing against his face… He gulps.

  “At first, you’d have no clothes, no food, no water, no toilet breaks… No bed. Like I said, the only person you’d ever see would be me. I’d come down, then subdue you in spite of your screams and curses… I’d make it slow, and take my time with you, until your body started to respond… I suspect it wouldn’t take long, considering who we’re talking about, but, if necessary, I’d use drugs… Such abuse would make you weak after two days or so of it, and that’s when I’d apologize, feed you something warm, and redo the whole thing. I’d show concern for your well-being, but you’d see the mockery in my eyes… You’d start to like it, because it’s what you’d be looking at, every time I made you come.”

  Eleanor shudders. “Keep going.”

  “Eventually, you’d accept this is how things are now, and that you’ll have to bide your time until there’s an opportunity to escape… I’d see the change in your eyes, the hatred and resentment, and that would make my day. I’d tell you I can give you a bed, as long as you’re a good girl and beg for it… From there on, I’d give you more water, more food, but the water you drunk would be licked from my skin, and the food would be stepped on by me first. Your only entertainment would be being fucked by me, and in the meantime, I’d leave you tied and spread up, ready to be used again… I’d use aphrodisiacs to make sure you’re horny for me, at all times…”

  “F-finish it.”

  “Then, one day… One day, I’d apologize for everything. I’d tell you’re so beautiful, I just can’t help myself… I’d caress you, smile, and tell you everything is going to be fine as long as you’re a good girl for me… I can force myself to cry pretty easily, and I’d look remorseful enough that would believe me through the drugs… The next day, I’d release you from your bindings, and give you a massage to sooth the pain… But for once, I wouldn’t make you come. I’d leave you alone for a moment, and when I came back, I’d find you masturbating…”

  “Is that the end…?”

  “No, this is the beginning. I’d look at you with disappointment, and again, you’d see the hidden mockery in my eyes… You’d know then, without me saying a word, that I don’t actually give a shit about your well-being, that you’re just a toy I’ve been having fun with... And that are you to disappoint me, we’d be right back at the beginning… No bed, no water, no food. Through your punishment, you’d desperately apologize, and I’d say its fine, mistakes happen… I’d make you kiss my foot, then suck me off as a way of apologizing, and your training would begin… Pain, pleasure, humiliation… You’d have my undivided attention, for as long as I was still interested in you.”

  As Sincir finishes, Eleanor stares at him in silence for a moment, then snorts. “You’re assuming quite a bit. And what if my pride never broke?”

  He shrugs. “That’s fine too. Regardless, I’d just keep fucking and humiliation you until I grew tired of it… If you give in or not doesn’t really matter in the end, since the process is the fun part.”

  “Don’t lie. You’d see it as a challenge, and you’d not be able to move on until you knew for certain I kissed your foot and enjoyed it.”

  She is… Not wrong. If she refused to give in spite of his best efforts, he’d probably take it as a challenge.

  “…You’d step on my food before you gave it me, huh?”

  Sincir grimaces. “That was just an example.”

  “Do you have a feet thing?”

  “I most certainly do not.”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes. “Do you really expect me to believe that, after what you did to me?”

  Sincir grimaces again. “Fine... So, maybe, one of my friends infected me with it… It was a lot more fun than I expected.”

  While stepping away, Eleanor ughs. “It felt like I was pulling teeth from you, but thank you for being honest.”

  Sincir sighs exasperatedly. “Your turn. Tell me how you’d bully Ena, if you had the chance.”

  She blinks. “What, really?”

  “Yes. Pretend we are back at the orphanage, but they consider Ena less than human, and you have free rein to do whatever you want with her… I know you’ve thought about it before.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “So, not much different from reality? For the record-”

  “You had a good reason to bully her, yada yada… You’re not that nice, and we both know it.”

  After a moment of facing his gaze, Eleanor smiles. “If you ever tell her any of this...”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “C’mon, give me a bit of credit here.”

  “Fine… Hypothetically speaking-”

  He snorts. “Of course.”

  Eleanor takes a deep breath. “My girls would’ve done anything I told them to. They would hesitate at first… But they’d never defy me.”

  He raises an eyebrow at her. “I thought they weren’t your underlings?”

  “I didn’t consider them my underlings…”

  Sincir snorts again. “Sorry, my mistake.”

  “Anyway,” Eleanor says, jaw tightened, before continuing, “Once it became clear the demi-human wasn’t leaving, I’d decide to make her understand just how undesired her existence is. I’d gather the girls one day, and tell some of the boys to bring the thing to us… What in the fuck are you smiling about?”

  “No, no, keep going; I love how you’re desperately trying to keep from saying her name…”

  She sighs. “I’d tell the boys to bring Ena in. I bet she’d be kicking and screaming at first… But then she’d grow deathly quiet once she saw me, the girls, and the bucket of insects we prepared for her.”

  Sincir shudders. “You really don’t pull your punches, do you?”

  Eleanor smiles. “I’d love to see the look in her eyes… The despair. She’d beg us, her voice shaking… That’s when I’d tell the boys to guard the entrance and the window. I bet she’d be crying by then…”

  “Wouldn’t you feel at least a bit bad for the poor girl?”

  Eleanor nods. “I would. And that’s why I’d tell her to swallow her cry, before I make her do it. Then I’d tell her to get to her knees, and watch her struggle with what little pride she has for a brief second, before the fear won and she got to it…”

  “Why make her kneel?”

  “You know why; I need her to understand her pce… For starters, I’d stare at her for a moment, and ask if she understands why this is happening. It might take a while, and a couple of sps, but I’d get her to say: ‘This is happening because I’m a disgusting demi-human, who doesn’t know their pce’ three times in a row… As she humiliates herself, the girls would ugh, and the boys would look uncomfortable, but I’d simply smile.”

  “It is always good to make them understand why they’re being punished, before it happens,” Sincir says with nod, approvingly.

  Eleanor rolls her eyes. “The fun starts now. As her cheeks burn, still wet from her tears, I’d ask the boys and girls I gathered if they’re curious to see what a demi-human looks like in their natural habitat… Clothes are a human invention, after all.”

  “I’m pretty sure Elves wear clothes… And I don’t think they were necessarily a human invention…”

  Eleanor gres at him. “Shut up. Nobody there would know that, Ena included. Do you want me to keep going or not?”

  Sincir quickly raises his palms, causing her to sigh.

  “After they understand what’s about to happen, the girls would make loud noises of disgust and ugh… The boys would blush and exchange gnces, moving uncomfortably, but who cares about them?”

  “Ena probably does…”

  Eleanor smiles. “I know. She’d probably resist, maybe even try to run away while the boys are distracted… She wouldn’t get very far. I would get the girls to help me undress her, and I’d make sure they touched everything, showcasing their disgust all the while… Once we had her naked on the ground, I’d tell them to hold her limbs, then I’d walk toward the bucket and grab one of the insects... Then, I’d approach it from her face, and ask if she understands what will happen the next time she disobeys me…”

  “Are the boys staring at her…?”

  “Oh, I’m sure they are… The girls would hold her legs open, and her hands away from her body. There would be nothing hidden… But the boys having a nice view is not the point here. After making sure she understands the position she is in, I’d put the insect back and grab one of the pads the Sisters use for disciplining us...”

  “You thought ahead of time to bring that, huh…?”

  Eleanor bites her lower lip. “I’d have the girls turn her around, screaming or not, and I’d give her the spanking of her life… I’d keep hitting until my arm hurt, and then I’d tell one of the girls to take over… It wouldn’t be over until her ass and thighs were bruised enough to change color, and she lied on the ground, begging for forgiveness.”

  “This is when you forgive her and allow her to go, right?” Sincir interjects, chucking as he does so.

  Eleanor smiles. “This is when I’d step on her and tell her under my foot is where she belongs. She wants to stay? That’s fine, but from now on I’ll no longer allow her to pretend being a human… She won’t wear clothes anymore… She’ll eat me out before sleep, and in the morning… She’ll walk on all fours, like the animal she is…”

  Seeing as Eleanor has begun to touch herself through her pants, Sincir grabs her arm and pulls her closer, then puts her against the wall, pressing his body against hers.

  “Watch the entrance for me,” he whispers to her as he sticks his hand into her pants, quickly starting to rub her wet, burning sex as he does so.

  “O-okay… B-be quick… Creator, I hate you so much…!”

  “You love me,” Sincir corrects her.

  “Fucking hell I do…!”

  “Look at how wet you are, for my fingers… And we did it so many times, in the morning… Aren’t ashamed of walking around the city like this…?”

  Once he sticks his fingers into her, Eleanor intakes a sharp breath of air. Even as she begins to slide down, and her legs begins to shake, Sincir doesn’t slow down his movements in the slightest, finger-fucking her hard and fast enough to make noise.

  “D-dumbass! P-pants... you’re gonna ruin t-them!”

  Realizing she has a point, Sincir stops for long enough to pull Eleanor’s pants down to her knees, before restarting her finger-fucking, now even faster than before.

  “Lords, I love the way you twitch whenever you’re ashamed and horny…”

  “S-shut up!”

  “Want me to stop?”

  “D-don’t you d-dare!”

  “Then spread your knees and beg me properly…”

  Once he slows the speed of his trusts to a turtle’s pace, Eleanor gres at him, cheeks red and eyes burning.

  “I’ll remember this…”

  Sincir chuckles. “I’m sure you will.”

  “P-please.”

  “Knees?”

  She spreads them, standing on tiptoes and leaning against the wall in order to continuing standing as she does so. “G-get on with it already…” she murmurs through clenched teeth, once more averting her eyes toward the tavern’s back entrance.

  He is more than happy to comply, and this time, he doesn’t pulls his punches anymore, pressing his thumb against her clitoris as he continues to piston his fingers into her weak spot…

  Eleanor comes, hard enough that he has to grab her in order to stop her from falling.

  “Fuck, you’re driving me insane…” Sincir murmurs through clenched teeth as she leans against him to continue standing.

  In spite of her heavy breathing, Eleanor ughs softly, lightly licking his ear as she does. “Just help yourself, you’ve earned it…”

  Sincir shudders.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll keep watching the entrance… Use my pussy to get yourself off, like you did this morning… Cum on it…”

  How could he ever refuse such a polite request?