Sincir feels his eyelid twitching as he finishes reading No’s letter. Then, crumpling it in his hands, he casts a small fire spell which turns it to cinders.

  “What was that?” Ena asks curiously.

  Currently, Ena is about finished with dinner, and he has been keeping her company in the kitchen, after sending Collin on his way, while Esme is back upstairs, and Eleanor is still grounded. Rez…

  “Where is Rez?” Sincir asks, ignoring her question about the letter.

  Ena smiles. “I tried to get her to choose one of the rooms on the second floor, but she fell in love with our basement. I’ll help her clean it ter, but she moved in, already.”

  Sincir snorts, shaking his head incredulously. “I guess she can’t deny her nature. Did she give you much trouble?”

  Ena shrugs. “She enjoyed the bath, but it was hard to keep her from wandering off when we were walking through the city… She is really curios about everything. I wish she could be free to explore, but…”

  Should he tell her about what Collin said? Then again, the vampire wasn’t very specific, and Rez could have at least a couple more decades to live; She doesn’t look old, at least.

  “Where is Eleanor?” Ena asks, “Dinner is almost ready.”

  Sincir sighs, then rises. He guesses he can’t put dealing with the troublemaker off for any longer than this.

  “I’ll go call her… Though it might take a while before we come down,” he says, then continues, once Ena raises an eyebrow at him, “Don’t worry about it; She has been naughty, so I’ll be talking to her.”

  Ena snorts. “Well, good luck with that.”

  Sincir passes by a slightly blushed Esme on his way up, who meets his gaze briefly, yet intensely, before quickly averting her eyes again as she heads down for dinner, now wearing one of the outfits he stopped at Inquiry to grab for her, some sort of green summer dress...

  Once him and Collin were done talking, Esme offered to get him off, but Sincir refused, since their skin had begun to grow wrinkled at that point, and he felt it’d be a bit mean to have Collin just watching the two of them… Even if he did exactly that to the two of them, twice already.

  Well, some amount of sacrifice is always necessary in order to attain greatness, and besides, Esme made him promise that the next time, it’ll be just the two of them… He’ll have to think of something special, to make up for having pimped her out.

  For now, however, he should focus on the problem at hand, and as such, Sincir takes a deep breath once he reaches Eleanor’s door, before knocking against it softly.

  Expectedly, he receives no answer... Though, of course, that doesn’t stop him from opening the door and entering, regardless.

  Eleanor’s mp is lit, and he immediately spots her, lying in her bed under a bnket, turned away from the door and toward the wall; He also spots her training clothes and underwear, carelessly discarded by her bed, suggesting she might not be wearing anything underneath said bnket.

  As Sincir closes the other at his back, he clears his throat. “You shouldn’t lie on the bed without taking a bath first.”

  “…Is that so?” Eleanor murmurs after a moment of silence, sounding like she couldn’t care less.

  Sincir sighs. “Look, I know I was a bit harsh, but if you don’t want me to treat you like a kid, then you have to stop acting like one… You’re dealing with a lot, but I can’t have you taking it out on a guest of mine. If you must take it on someone, then do it to me, when we’re in private.”

  “…Is that everything you wanted to say?” she murmurs, in the same tone as before, giving Sincir the distinct impression she is rolling her eyes as she does so.

  He narrows his gaze toward her lying form.

  “No. I also was thinking it is Ena’s turn to supervise tonight, and we won’t be able to py after we train, so we should do it now, before dinner… If you still want it, of course.”

  Eleanor remains silent.

  “I’ll pretend our bet this morning never happened, if you want; We can do it like with did this morning, if that’s better for you.”

  Finally, she turns her head to stare at him, showcase eyes red from crying, and a gre. “I thought I told you to stop treating me like a piece of gss. A bet is a bet… Unlike a certain loser, I’d never go back, after having lost.”

  Sincir nods. “I respect that. You’re a strong girl, and I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise… I just wish you’d rex a bit, every now and then. Even metal will break, if under enough pressure… And I can tell you’ve been near your breaking point, for a while now.”

  “So, you’re saying I should become a slimy bastard like you,” Eleanor retorts drily, causing Sincir to roll his eyes.

  “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you grew slightly more malleable, rather than trying to change personalities.”

  She snorts. “A malleable Eleanor would be a different Eleanor, and we both know that.”

  “At least you’re self-aware,” Sincir murmurs exasperatedly, then shakes his head, “You know what, forget it. If you learned your lesson, then be nicer to Collin next time you see him; I’m not telling you to get on your knees and suck his cock, but at least keep the rudeness to a minimum.”

  “He was staring,” Eleanor retorts.

  “So was I; For a straight man, it’d have been impossible not to.”

  Eleanor tightens her jaw. “Are you saying it was my fault?”

  “I’m saying you didn’t need to be rude about it,” Sincir retorts, facing her gaze for a moment, then averting his eyes as he continues, “And that poor Collin will probably be spending a good while thinking about you. Don’t you feel bad for him?”

  “I didn’t exactly invite him into my yard,” Eleanor counters, drily.

  “No, you did not; I did. He was my guest, and you made a fool out of me, in front of him,” Sincir says, meeting her eyes again as he does so.

  Eleanor smiles humorlessly. “Ah… And I suppose we can’t have the king being made a fool of, in front of his subjects.”

  Sincir tightens his jaw, then releases a sigh. “I don’t exactly ask you to bow every time you greet me, but demanding a certain degree of respect is still important for someone who is trying to achieve a position of leadership… I know you’re smart enough to understand I’m right.”

  Eleanor stares at him for a moment, clear blue eyes gleaming slightly, before averting her gaze.

  “Eleanor?” Sincir calls after another moment of silence goes by, and she still hasn’t said anything.

  “...Fine; I admit your words have a grain of truth to them.”

  “Then you understand why I had to punish you.”

  “…Yes.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Shove it.”

  Sincir chuckles. “I’d love to, but you’re the one who said we’d be sticking with the bet, remember?”

  She sighs. “Words could not describe how much I hate you. But if I must, then we might as well get it over with.”

  As Eleanor finally turns her body to face him, Sincir can’t help but shift his eyes toward the vision of her silhouette under the bnket… It doesn’t help that he never found any relief during the bath.

  “Do you hate it when guys stare at you?” he asks, in a murmur.

  Meeting his eyes, Eleanor smiles coldly. “I feel their eyes on my skin like an electric discharge… It’s impossible for me to think of anything other than sex when it happens, and it makes me wish I could give them something to stare at…” Eleanor finishes with a murmur, continuing to face his eyes as she slowly begins to move aside her bnket, gradually exposing the white skin beneath it.

  Sincir chuckles softly. “Yeah? And what you have these poor men staring at, if you could?”

  Eleanor first reveals a leg, then her breasts, and stly, her sex, rubbing her hand against it and biting her lower lips as she does so. “I… I’d walk down the street naked, just so I could see their eyes pop out of their heads…”

  “Oh, that I’d show them, all right,” Sincir murmurs with another chuckle, shamelessly sweeping his eyes over her body as he does so.

  Eleanor rubs against herself fast and hard, striking blue eyes gleaming intensely as they stare back at him. “Laugh if you want… But I want to see the shame in their faces as they struggle to hide the bulge in their pants… To masturbate in the guild hall, while knowing they are hopelessly to do anything, other than watch… I want to see the desperate look in their eyes, the moment they realize they’ll never have me…!”

  Eleanor curls her toes as her breathing begins to grow accelerated, and her skin to glisten slightly under the ntern’s light; She is rough with herself, and it is obvious at a first gnce she has a lot of experience on getting off…

  “You really want all of those men to go home and beat it to the thought of you,” Sincir says, meeting her now slightly gzed eyes and smiling at her as he does so, “Don’t you care for their feelings?

  “No, I care… I really do! When I imagine their despair, their frustration, it turns me on so much, I can barely stand it…!”

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “What a are terrible person you are... To think you would have them begging you on their knees for even a moment of your attention, then still deny them the privilege…”

  Suddenly, Eleanor pauses and moans softly, shuddering slightly; Gncing down, the cause for the pause becomes obvious, as Sincir realizes she has put in a finger, now slowly thrusting it back and forth while twisting her own nipple with her free hand.

  “Yes…!” she murmurs breathlessly, “I want to have them beg, then deny them, anyway…!”

  “Bad girl,” Sincir tells her, narrowing his eyes as he does so, “If you were thinking like this about Collin, then I see my punishment from earlier was far too light. Turn around.”

  Eleanor meets his gaze, but her hands never stop, and she seems to be struggling to hold onto her thoughts. “I… Turn around?”

  Sincir growls. “Now, Eleanor, before I make you,” he barks, causing her to jump slightly, then to meets his gaze with sudden crity in her eyes, “And who said you could stop moving your hands?”

  Eleanor shudders, before quickly turning over as she once more begins to py with herself, now almost hesitantly.

  Quickly casting a sound suppressing wind spell around the two of them, Sincir steps foward and sps her ass, hard, causing Eleanor to yelp.

  “Don’t stop,” he tells her as he climbs on the bed, positioning himself behind her, “You recognize the spell I cast, right? Scream as much as you want.”

  Having said as much, he sps her ass again, causing Eleanor to jump, and then again, causing her to produce a scream which sounds suspiciously moany.

  “Bastard! What in the fuck do you think you are doing?!”

  Seeing Eleanor now fingering herself faster and faster, almost desperately, Sincir smiles. “Bad girl!” he says, “Always talking back to me! Always keeping everything to yourself! Always bullying people!”

  Sincir accompanies each phrase with a sp, then firmly grips Eleanor’s reddened ass cheeks and spreads them apart, before going back to hitting them.

  “Go on! Tell me more about your depraved fantasies!”

  She screams. “You’re right, I want them on their knees! I want to spit in their faces and have them thank me…! Because that’s how pathetic they all are! Down to the st of them, I…!”

  As Sincir strikes Eleanor’s ass one st time, she suddenly comes, quivering violently and screaming once more as she does so; Still, her fingers never stop moving throughout her orgasm.

  “Shh…” Sincir tells her once the waves of it have begun to subside, “I’ve dropped the spell, so no more screams, okay?”

  Eleanor curses him under her breath, but Sincir ignores her as he begins to massage her ass cheeks, while also casting a small healing spell to mend the pain…

  The view of her naked body lying before him is breathtaking, and Sincir takes his time while appreciating Eleanor’s reddened, wet sex, as well as the puckered hole above it, as he spreads her cheeks in order to massage them...

  “How are you doing?” Sincir asks her after a minute or so of massaging, to which Eleanor groans something too low for him to understand, before turning her head to gre at him.

  Sincir smiles at her. “How was it? Your second punishment?”

  She blushes. “Shut up. I just wanted to make it clear I don’t actually mean any of those things… They’re just fantasies.”

  “Really? You’re telling me you wouldn’t enjoy spitting in Collin’s face, and then having him thank you for it?”

  Eleanor grimaces.

  Seeing her expression, Sincir chuckles. “Rex, love, I know how fantasies work; But it’d be a lie to say you don’t wish you could make them true, at least on some level… Want me to help you?”

  Eleanor averts her gaze. “I wouldn’t… I know it’d be cruel to have them desire m,e only to then deny them... Why do I think I started wearing a cloak?”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “I don’t mean that I’ll help you literally realize them; I mean that I could help you find someone willing to role-py the part of your desperate, needy sve… Well, you could probably find them yourself, if you had the social skills to do it. In applicants, I’m sure you wouldn’t ck.”

  Eleanor grimaces again. “Are there really people who’d want that?”

  Sincir snorts. “You’d be surprised.”

  She stares at him for a moment, then shakes her head. “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it. And since you didn’t offer, I guess you’re not into role-pying the needy, desperate sve for me?”

  Sincir smiles humorlessly. “I could, and I would almost certainly get off on it… But there are certain memories I’d rather not revive, and you wouldn’t like to know what happens when they resurface.”

  Eleanor blinks, then pales slightly. “Fuck, you were an actual sex sve once... I... I didn’t really have time to process that, yet.”

  Sincir chuckles. “Don’t worry, it was a long time ago… But I wouldn’t spit on my face, without warning.”

  Although hemeant it as a joke, Eleanor nods seriously.

  “…It’s fine, you can stop massaging them now,” she murmurs, after a moment.

  “Who said I’m doing it for your benefit?” Sincir retorts, raising an eyebrow as he does so.

  Eleanor bites her lip. “Well, I’m in desperate need of a bath, and dinner should be ready already... Don’t fucking pinch me!”

  Sincir ughs, then leans over pces a soft kiss against Eleanor’s lower back, causing her to shudder.

  “But I’m the one who is horny now,” he murmurs pleading against her skin, “And you said once isn’t enough to satisfy you… C’mon, I can pamper you up, for once.”

  Once he draws his tongue against her back, causing her to shudder again, Eleanor groans. “Fine, but just be fast about it…”

  Sincir hums. “Okay then, but where should I start it…?”

  “Start what?” Eleanor asks, before suspiciously throwing him a narrowed gnce.

  “Your bath, of course. You said you wanted one,” Sincir tells her, smiling innocently as he does so.

  She frowns. “Wait, what do you mean by-”

  But Sincir isn’t listening anymore. Turning around, he sits over her lower back to keep her from moving, then lens over and grabs her right ankle, bringing her foot up.

  “What are you doing?!”

  Sincir stares at Eleanor’s sole as she curls her toes and twists her foot in a vain attempt at escaping his grip. He still remembers what Sunnazoth did to Varzath, that night… Somewhat? Well, his memories are fuzzy, but he remembers what happened well enough to have some lingering curiosity about it…

  “W-wait! I-it fucking tickles! And it’s dirty! W-what is wrong with you?!”

  Eleanor squirms under him, cursing him all the while, butSincir pays her no mind as he drags his tongue against the arch of foot, taking a deep breath as he does so…

  It smells and tastes dirty, but then again, so does almost anything sexual…

  Huh. So, that’s how it feels.

  He doesn’t see much of especial about it, though Sunnazoth sure seemed to be enjoying herself, when she did it…

  Sincir pays no attention to Eleanor’s protests as he treats her foot to a slow section of licking, massaging, and nibbling.

  It takes a while, but she does rex underneath him; Long enough that he has effectively licked her foot clean at this point. Now staring at Eleanor’s saliva covered sole, and remembering how she squirmed underneath him the whole time, clearly bothered by the fact she was enjoying it, Sincir smiles.

  “Can you curl them for me?”

  “F-fuck you…”

  “I’ll finish the job and lick in between your toes, if you do it...”

  Eleanor shudders, and her toes curls, causing Sincir to smile again.

  “Fuck, wait, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

  “Sorry, but a deal is a deal…!”

  Laughing as he leans forward again,Sincir first sucks Eleanor’s pinky toe into his mouth, running his tongue in between it and the next toe, then pops his mouth from it, repeating the same process with the next one.

  By the time he is done, Eleanor has fallen silent underneath him.

  “...Hey, you haven’t fallen asleep, have you?”

  “As if I could have! Let my foot go already!”

  Sincir hums. “Well, this can’t exactly be called a bath yet… But I won’t do the other one, if you don’t want me to,” Sincir says, slowly dragging his finger against her sole as he does so, “Since you seemed to hate it so much.”

  “...I never said I hated it,” Eleanor murmurs after a moment, “But it’s fucking weird, and it tickles…”

  Oh? From Eleanor, this might as well have been a love confession. Then again, since she did admit to enjoying the massage he gave her feet the other day, Sincir guessed from the beginning she might also enjoy having her foot worshiped like this...

  Anyway, dinner will grow cold if they take much longer than this, so Sincir stops hesitating and goes for her left foot next; This time, she doesn’t compin, remaining still for the whole process, other than the occasional shudder...

  At some point, midst the noise of their breathing, and his worshiping, Sincir notices Eleanor has begun to moan softly, hips moving slightly; Gncing down, he realizes she managed to sneak a hand in between the bed and her body.

  “Toes,” he murmurs, and, to his surprise, she obediently curls them for him.

  ...She must’ve gotten pretty into it, if she’s not even bothering to pretend, anymore.

  “Good girl…” Sincir whisper as he repeats the routine from before, starting with her pinky again.

  He hums as he finishes, staring at Eleanor’s second sole, now also covered in his saliva, for a moment more before finally pcing one st soft kiss against it and letting it drop.

  Meanwhile, Eleanor is still rubbing herself, and Sincir doesn’t even bother warning her before switching positions as he removes his pants and underwear, then lies against her back, pcing another kiss against the back of her neck.

  “You were a very bad girl earlier tonight,” he murmurs, “And so I had to punish you... But I can tell you’re trying, love, and that’s why I decided to pamper you. How was it?”

  Eleanor growls. “I’ll never look at a foot the same way again, but I guess it’s what I should’ve expected, from getting in bed with a stupid fucking sex demon,” she retorts drily, and somewhat breathlessly.

  In response, Sincir smiles and presses his cock’s head against her asshole’s entrance, slowly rubbing it against her.

  “Rex; I won’t put it in without permission,” he tells her, “But we should finish this soon, so I’ll give you a choice; You can put those pretty lips of yours to work, or I can use the entrance downstairs, instead… Keep it in mind, I’ll continue your bath meanwhile, but I’ll lick whatever ends up closer to my tongue.”

  Having said as much, Sincir drags his member against her entrance again, causing Eleanor to moan breathlessly.

  “P-put it in…” she murmurs, “I want to know what it feels like…”

  “It’ll hurt,” he warns her, “Have you ever put anything down there, before?”

  “Finger…” Eleanor murmurs, throwing him a daring gnce as she does so, “I don’t mind the pain, but maybe you’d rather go back to licking my feet, like the pervert loser you are?”

  Sincir growls, chuckling as he does. “Fine; I was going to numb the pain with a healing spell for you, but I see that you’d prefer the real experience.”

  She smiles at him. “Oh, make me scream again, and I’ll consider not telling Ena about the details of every dirty thing you’ve done to me...”

  He returns her cold smile. “You’re on.”

  First, Sincir waves his hand in order to cast the same wind spell from early, then he moves back, wraps his arms around Eleanor’s hips, and pulls her ass toward his face.

  “Rex your muscles,” he tells her while facing her butt, now right in front of his face, then pcing a slow, long lick against it, followed by a kiss.

  “Fuck! A w-warning, you fucking idiot…!”

  Sincir pays her, or her fingers, moving right next to his chin, no mind. Instead, he focuses on licking around Eleanor’s butthole, gradually pressing his tongue against the middle...

  Meanwhile, Eleanor breaths heavily, and he can tell she is trying to rex, with little success.

  “You’re clenching it even harder!” Sincir admonishes after a minute of so of probing, clinking his tongue as he does, “Stop your hand, or you’ll come before I do.”

  Eleanor sighs tensely, but she does stop rubbing herself. “I… I can’t rex because… Is it…?”

  Sincir chuckles in between licks. “Dirty…? Smelly…? Of course… But I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it, so just rex already. Doesn’t it feel nice to have somebody licking you down there?”

  After a moment, Eleanor takes a deep breath, and Sincir can tell her muscles have finally begun to rex. “You’re licking so hard… And I can feel your breathing… Is my butthole that tasty?” she murmurs.

  “Yes… It’s really tasty.”

  “Say it again. Tell me how much you love licking my sweaty asshole…”

  Sincir rolls his eyes, but he does comply, kissing it briefly as he does so, “It’s really tasty, and it smells great… I could keep licking it up, all night, Eleanor…”

  At st, Eleanor’s barriers drop, and Sincir is able to stick his tongue inside, causing her to moan loudly.

  “Fuck, that’s right, lick it all up…!”

  Sincir sps her ass, pulling back as he does so. “Don’t get carried away, dumbass... Do you even remember why I was licking it up in the first pce?”

  Throwing him a look over her shoulder, Eleanor’s gnces at his painfully hard member, then shudders.

  For a moment, Sincir stops to appreciate the view of her raised, exposed ass, twitching asshole, and glistening sex…

  “Spread yourself for me, like a good girl,” he tells her through a breathless murmur.

  Eleanor narrows her eyes at him, but then she averts her gaze, grabs her ass cheeks, and obediently spreads them apart. “…Is this good enough?”

  The fact this is Eleanor spreading herself for him, of all people, nearly causes Sincir to lose control, but still, he forces himself to take a deep breath, lest he blows his load immediately.

  “…Yeah, it’s good enough. Ready for your reward?”

  Saying as much, Sincir climbs over her again, grabbing her wrists and pcing them above her head as he does so, then carefully pcing his member lined against her now wet entrance.

  As he begins to rub himself against her, Eleanor breathes rapidly, but she doesn’t try to move away from him in any way… If anything, she raises her ass slightly higher as he starts a trail of soft kisses leading down her neck.

  When he slowly trusts forward, at st, Eleanor intakes a sharp, sudden breath of air, though for her credit, she doesn’t clench her walls, allowing him to penetrate her, albeit with difficult.

  To say it is a tight fit would be putting it lightly, and as such, Sincir stops after his whole head has entered Eleanor, pulls it back, then slowly thrusts it in, going in slightly deeper this time....

  Eleanor struggles to remain still and silence meanwhile, clenching her fists and jaw after every thrust.

  The feeling of having his cock in her ass is indescribably, but in spite of it, Sincir doesn’t stay idle; As promised, he continues Eleanor’s bath by moving toward her right armpit, pressing his face against it and taking a deep breath.

  “Wow... This pce is really smelly; I don’t think I can ignore it…”

  “You’re… Incorrigible…!”

  With a chuckle, Sincir begins to lick in earnest, moving his hips all the while.

  Eleanor’s shame, pain, and pleasure travel through her body in waves with each thrust and lick he inflicts upon it… She releases her first scream when he finally manages to touch his hips against her ass for the first time, and Sincir takes it as cue to start being a bit rough; His first full trust also has Eleanor screaming, but from there, her screams soon speak of her pleasure more than they do of her pain, and even Sincir finds himself moaning softly as her walls continue to clench tightly around him.

  At some point, he moves from her right armpit to her left one, forcing her arms to remain above her once Eleanor reflexively tries to defend the sensitive skin by lowering them.

  Not long after, Sincir feels his orgasms approaching...

  “I’m about to f-finish!” he warns Eleanor breathlessly, “Want me to t-take it out?!”

  “D-don’t you fucking dare stop now!”

  Sincir ughs out loud. “Fine! Tell me when you’re there, and I’ll match-”

  He couldn’t finish his sentence before Eleanor screams again, her body quivering underneath his as she does so.

  Well, no need to hold himself back anymore, then… With a small moan, Sincir finally allows himself to cross the edge, though he lowers the speed of his thrusts as he does so, taking his time and allowing Eleanor’s clenching walls to slowly squeeze every drop out of him…

  Once they’re both finished, Sincir slowly colpses on top of Eleanor’s warm, sweaty body, pulling himself out of her as he does so.

  They’re both panting slightly, and he realizes she has been staring at him fixedly for a while now, maybe even during their orgasms.

  Sincir smiles at her. “Hey there, love. You always hanging around these parts? No, don’t tell me… I’d have remembered a face as pretty as yours, so I know you’re new around here.”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes, though the corner of her lips rises slightly as she does so. “I thought I told you to spare me the cheap lines, and the nicknames…?”

  Sincir sighs. “No cheap lines and no nicknames? You’re asking for the impossible from this poor incubus… How am I supposed to flirt if you’re shutting me down this hard? At this rate, I’ll start to think you only want me as a toy…”

  Eleanor snorts, then averts her gaze. “…Fine, maybe I’ll allow the occasional cheap line when we’re by ourselves… But I swear, if you call me as love one more time, I’ll lose it.”

  Eleanor says the word love with a very high pitch, obviously mocking him.

  Sincir smiles at her. “Have it your way, brat, but remember, you’re the one who refused the offer… Don’t come crying to me ter, about how our retionship is a purely physical one.”

  Though Sincir can see the sliver of doubt in her eyes, Eleanor still snorts derisively. “I wouldn’t wait with my fingers crossed if I were you, demon. Remember, we’ve made a deal, nothing less, nothing more.”

  Really now? Does she think he forgot how she confessed to be interest in somebody, only to then jump him, not twenty minutes ter?

  But fine, he’ll allow her to continue pying the ice queen for a while longer, if that’s what she wants… But after this? Not for much longer.