By the time Esme knocks against the door, Sincir has moved away from Eleanor to lie against the pillow.

  “...Then? What are you going to do? Run back to your room? Apologize and beg Esme for forgiveness? Or pretend nothing happened at all?”

  Eleanor throws him a dirty look. “Do you want a threesome or not?”

  “Of course I do... But I want you and Esme to be comfortable around each other, even more than that. I’d offer my expertise in seduction... But something tells me you’d refuse my help.”

  “...Fuck, I hate you so much.”

  “Of course you do... You know, the longer you make a girl wait, the less likely she is to forgive you; You can consider that my first tip.”

  Cursing under her breath, Eleanor rises and heads toward the door.

  “...Hey. I brought the tea... Though something tells me I shouldn’t have bothered?”

  “Fuck the tea, just leave it wherever... Come in already; What are you waiting for, a formal invitation?”

  Sincir throws the two of them a look as Esme walks in with a exasperated look on her face, carrying a tray with three steaming cups which she pces over their nightstand.

  “I’m sorry for earlier, Eleanor. Really, I was just surprised-”

  “Undress.”

  “...What?”

  “Undress.”

  Esme blinks. However, after a moment of being under the full force of Eleanor’s cold blue eyes, she simply sighs as she begins to pull her dress over her head in spite of her obviously shaking hands.

  “...May I at least remain in my underwear, Ma’am?”

  “No.”

  With another sigh, Esme also removes her panties.

  “Sit.”

  ...Clearly, Eleanor’s second order was not what Esme was expecting to hear.

  “...Err, where, exactly?”

  “At the edge of the bed! Just sit normally! Do I really have to repeat myself every time?!”

  “Oh... Okay?”

  Once Esme hesitantly sits at the edge of the bed, as instructed, Eleanor facepalms. “Creator, you’re so terrible at this... And I don’t think I haven’t notice you holding your ughter, Sincir. I swear, one of these days...”

  “No, no, don’t mind me, just pretend I’m not here...”

  Grimacing, Eleanor seems to struggle with something for a moment...

  In the end, she sighs, meeting his eyes as she does so. “As much as I’d love to, I can’t, you idiot.”

  “Uhm... And why is that?”

  Eleanor grimaces further. “Of course you’d make me say it...”

  Sincir continues to stare at her expectantly.

  “...Teach me.”

  “What was that?”

  “I want you... to teach me how to pleasure a girl,” Eleanor grumbles, looking as though she had to force the words out.

  Sincir chuckles. “I commend you for putting aside your pride for this, but you’re asking the wrong person. The person who knows how pleasure Esme the best, is Esme herself... Same goes for any girl who is used to masturbating.”

  Eleanor blinks.

  “By watching them do it, you can pick up on how they like it... Rhythm, how many fingers, where and how to apply pressure...” Sincir continues, “If you learn about enough people, you might eventually become good enough to do anyone, but it’s almost always better to simply have them teach you about their body and preferences themselves, if you can, instead of guessing, since it’s a time saver.”

  Both Eleanor and Esme stare at him for a moment, their surprise obvious in their expressions.

  “What?”

  “No, that’s just... So logical,” Esme says.

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “What did you expect? The point of having sex is to give both yourself and your partner pleasure. Assuming they know how to pleasure themselves best, and you know how to pleasure yourself best, isn’t it better if you both take the time to teach each other, rather than trying to guess at what might or might not work?”

  Eleanor and Esme exchange a look.

  “...Pisses you off when he is right, doesn’t it?” Esme murmurs.

  Eleanor sighs. “Problem is, he is almost always right... At least when it comes to sex.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Shut up. Is there anything else?”

  Does she want him to shut up or not...?

  “Just one more thing; When you’re fucking, it’s best practice to focus on the person in front of you. Their expression, their desires and insecurities... If you’re not thinking about them, then you’ll never going to give them real pleasure; More likely than not, you’re just going to hurt them, either physically or emotionally.”

  Eleanor throws Esme a look. “...I see.”

  After a moment of facing Eleanor’s gaze, Esme sighs exasperatedly. “Shall I begin to undress you now, Ma’am?”

  Eleanor smiles sarcastically, before taking a deep breath. “Esme... I’m sorry. For earlier... I wasn’t thinking about how you might be feeling, and so I tried to force myself on you. It was stupid to try to kiss you without saying anything, when we barely know each other.”

  Esme’s jaw falls.

  “...Rude.”

  “No, sorry! I’m just... A bit shocked. Ena said apologizing is your number one pet peeve...”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Did she now?”

  “Well, is she wrong?” Sincir asks, bringing Eleanor to gre at him.

  “I-it’s fine!” Esme interjects, “Like I said, it wasn’t that big of a deal, and I knew we were probably going to have another threesome tonight... Really, most people would’ve been happy that you took the initiative to kiss them-”

  “But you’re not most people...” Eleanor interrupts, “I think I get the point of what you were saying now, Sincir.”

  Sincir smiles. “I see that you do. Good job.”

  Eleanor sighs. “...Is it okay if I start now?”

  “Start? Start what?”

  Without answering, Eleanor pulls her t-shirt up and throws it aside; As usual, the vision of her perfectly shaped breast makes it hard for Sincir to keep his cool, and by the look in Esme’s face, he is not the only one having troubles.

  “...I like to order people about and make them miserable, because it makes me feel better about my own misery,” Eleanor says, as she kneels by the bed and raises her gaze, staring into Esme’s eyes, “I like being punished because it rids me of some of my guilt, and I like being pampered over because it makes me feel special... For the record, if either of you tell about this to anybody, you’re dead to me.”

  Smiling lightly, Esme bites her lower lip. “Noted. I... I liked being toyed with, and looked down on... Though I’m not quite sure why, honestly. I like being ordered what to do, because then I don’t have to think, and I won’t do the wrong thing. I also liked being bullied... Did I already say that?”

  Sincir chuckles. “Wow, now I feel threatened... I better watch out, or you two might break up with me and run away together.”

  Esme ughs. “I guess we are a match made in heaven, huh?”

  “I suppose we’re about to find out,” Eleanor murmurs, “Once you put your feet up and start showing me how much of a dirty pervert you are...”

  Under Eleanor’s fixed gaze, Esme swallows. “...Yes, Ma’am...”

  As Esme opens her legs and raises her knees, Eleanor slowly lowers her gaze, focusing her now exposed sex...

  Unfortunately, Sincir is lying behind Esme, and so he doesn’t get much out of the show, but he can imagine the small girl’s needy, reddened pussy being slowly reveled well enough to cause his cock to harden.

  “Should I py with myself now...?”

  “Yes. Do it as you would if nobody else was here.”

  Even from behind her, Sincir can spot Esme’s blush rising through her ears as she moves her right hand downwards, and her left hand over her breast.

  “Talk about what you’re thinking,” Eleanor orders.

  “Ah... I’m thinking about how you’re so close... About Sincir watching us... About how you’re kneeling, when I know it must hurt your pride to do it...”

  Eleanor smiles. “Oh? Aren’t you awfully perceptive now? And here was I thinking your brain was just a useless mass of flesh...”

  “S-so, you were angry about what happened after all...! I-I’m s-sorry!”

  “Look at those fingers moving... I can tell at a gnce you’ve done yourself a thousand times before. Does it feel that good?”

  “I c-can’t stop, because it f-feels so much better than when I-I do it on my own...!”

  “I can see that. You’re shaking so much... Like a cute little kitten scared of the bad, bad wolf.”

  “Ah...! I...!”

  “Stop... I want to give it a try now.”

  Esme flinches, the coldness in Eleanor’s voice having so she doesn’t hesitate more than a second before obeying.

  “Uhm...”

  “Turn around, and put you ass up,” Eleanor orders, rising from her kneeling position.

  As Esme turns and raises her ass as instructed, her eyes meet Sincir’s, who smiles at her.

  “Too slow,” Eleanor admonishes, spping Esme’s right ass cheek as she does so.

  “S-sorry... Ah, Eleanor, w-wait!”

  She doesn’t; Mounting Esme from behind, Eleanor runs her left hand up the smaller girl’s inner thigh, while roughly pushing her head against the bed with her right... Though she pauses just as she is about to touch Esme’s sex, maintaining her caresses to its vicinity.

  “Wait for what?”

  “No, just... If you start right now, I won’t st...”

  “Who cares? I’ll just keep going until you cum twice.”

  Frowning, Esme throws her a look. “Hey, if that was pn, you could’ve left me finish myself.”

  Eleanor smiles. “Yes, I could.”

  Esme’s brow twitches. “I suppose I should’ve seen that coming... Ah!”

  Enor hums. “If I’m not mistaken... You started by rubbing yourself... Here?”

  As Eleanor moves her hand up and into Esme’s pussy, beginning to massage it, the librarian immediately curls her fingers and toes, moaning loudly.

  “O-oh, f-fuck...! Why does it feel so much better than when I do it!?”

  “You know why...”

  “I a-am s-so close... P-please just d-don’t edge me again!”

  “What? No sarcastic Ma’am, this time? I wasn’t pnning on it, but maybe I should edge you again...”

  Hearing Eleanor, Esme cries. “N-no! I’ll d-do a-anything!”

  “Really?”

  “Y-yes!”

  “I see. A good girl deserves a reward... Are you a good girl?”

  “Y-yes, I am!”

  “I’m putting it in now, so remember your promise... Is this how you moved them...? I wasn’t sure about being able to match your rhythm first try... But looking at that melting expression, I guess this is close enough...”

  Soon after Eleanor begins to finger-fuck her, Esme is no longer in any shape to respond. As usual, she is a loud lover, and her screams quickly rise in volume as Eleanor’s hand increases in speed...

  Well, they no longer have a reason to care about the noise.

  “I-I...!”

  “It’s okay, cum as hard as you want... I won’t stop.”

  “Y-yes...!”

  As she screams, Esme’s eyes roll behind her head, her body trembling as she desperately moves her hips to match Eleanor’s movements...

  Eleanor doesn’t slow down her hand until Esme has stopped shaking. “Isn't there something you want to say...?” she asks the panting girl.

  “Than... Thank you, Ma’am...”

  “I see you weren’t lying about being a good girl.”

  Eleanor doesn’t pull away immediately, however. Instead, she begins to rub against Esme’s sex once more, her movements slow and gentle.

  “U-uh, Eleanor...? I know you talked about doing me twice, but you really don’t need to force yourself...”

  “As much as your obvious fear delights me, I’m going to take it slow this time, so you have no reason for it... I wanted to learn, remember?”

  Esme bites her lower lip. “Okay...”

  As promised, Eleanor keeps her caresses to a low level intensity from there on, her gaze fixated on Esme’s expression as she continues to explore the smaller girl’s preferences and weak spots...

  “Does it feel good like this?”

  “Uhm... Yes... You can rub a little harder...”

  “What about now-”

  “Ah! W-wait!”

  “Okay, I’ll slow down again. Is this it?”

  Going by Esme’s expression, her brain is about to melt from the pleasure, and it seems it is becoming increasingly hard for her to maintain her position or speak...

  “Here, put this under her hips,” Sincir tells Eleanor, before trowing one of the pillows in their direction, “Her legs can’t sustain her anymore, so the position is becoming uncomfortable.”

  Eleanor grabs the pillow by reflex. She throws him a gnce, then one toward Esme, who nods slightly.

  “...Okay. I’ll help you turn over, then.”

  Eleanor moves Esme up, which brings her closer to Sincir, then turns her over, pcing a pillow below her lower back.

  “Hey there,” Varzath greets once his eyes meet Esme’s, who is now lying at touching range.

  Albeit weakly, she smiles at him. “Hey... Aren’t you going to join in?”

  “Eleanor is going to do me once she is done with you.”

  “She is?” Eleanor asks as she opens Esme’s knees and position herself between them.

  “Of course. She wants me keep teaching her, doesn’t she? So she won’t have her girlfriends give her the cold shoulder from now on.”

  Esme throws Eleanor a look of surprise. “I didn’t know you had girlfriends, El.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Don’t call me-”

  “She doesn’t; Which is my point exactly.”

  “Oh.”

  Eleanor curses. “Fine, tell me what I’ve been doing wrong.”

  “You had the right idea, but you focused too much on her sex. If you touch the rest of her body as well, you can find about other areas she will get off to... Your beloved Creator gave you two hands and a mouth for a reason.”

  Esme chuckles. “I thought those were for working and singing praises?”

  Sincir is not surprised Esme has read the Holy Book before, considering her profession of choice. However...

  “Nah, look at those lips; There is no way they were created for anything other than kissing and sucking-”

  As Eleanor pces her mouth over Esme’s sex, the librarian immediately screams.

  “...Point in case.”

  Eleanor gres at him as she begins to suck and lick, making no efforts to keep the noise down. Meanwhile, she uses her hands to caress Esme’s body, spreading her legs further, then grabbing her breasts...

  “Lords, you’re always so loud,” Sincir murmurs, rolling his eyes, “It’s like you’re begging for a gag.”

  “C-cock!” Esme menages to articute through her loud moans and accelerated breath.

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “Greedy girl; We just told this is a css for Eleanor to grow used to pleasure women, didn’t we? Here, I’ll give you my finger to suck on, so quiet down for now, or I won’t be able to give her instructions without screaming.”

  As soon as Sincir presses his thumb against Esme’s lips, she obediently begins to suck on it, the warmth of her mouth having so his groin rapidly grows from uncomfortable to nearly unbearable.

  Damn it, he won’t be able to hold back for much longer if things keep going like this... At least now he can hear himself think.

  “Lick her down there,” he tells Eleanor, “She’ll love it.”

  Eleanor pulls away from Esme’s pussy, leaving a bridge of saliva as she does so, then grabs the squirming girl’s hips and raises them before diving in once more, this time locking her lips around Esme’s asshole...

  The moment Eleanor changes targets, Esme arches her spine.

  “Two hands, remember? Prop her up with one of them, and rub her pussy with the other... I know it’s a bit of an awkward position, but if you can, suck gently, while rubbing hard... There you go. Remember the rhythm she showed you earlier; It’ll be the fastest way to lead her into an orgasm, but you don’t need to move your tongue and your hand at the same speed.”

  “A-ah! S-Sincir...!” Esme screams around his finger.

  As her orgasm quickly approaches, Sincir slowly sweeps his eyes over her arched spine, sweaty skin, standing nipple, and curled toes, rhythmically pumping his finger into her mouth as he does so...

  Esme second orgasm seems to hit her even harder then the first, her body shaking uncontrolbly as she desperately sucks on his finger and squirts across Eleanor’s face and back, who, for her credit, doesn’t stop her mouth until the girl beneath her stopped shaking completely...

  Plopping his thumb from Esme’s mouth, Sincir smiles at her while carefully moving aside a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead. Meeting his gaze, she smiles back tiredly, brown eyes showcasing a gleam of unconcealed love.

  “...Are you a stupid fountain?” Eleanor’s cold voice cuts in, causing Esme to blush.

  “Uh, yeah, I do that... Sometimes... Sorry,” Esme murmurs, before continuing under her breath, “...Though it almost never happens when I’m by myself...”

  “Now, now; The fact she squirted is proof you did a good job, Eleanor.”

  While taking a look toward her drenched skin in obvious disgust, Eleanor groans. “Squirt? I seriously thought she was pissing on me for a second... Do all girls cum like this, if you pull their levers hard enough?”

  “No, not all of them. But if they do, it almost always means they had a really good time... I think?”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be the expert?”

  “Wait, you thought I was pissing on you, and you still kept going?” Esme asks, expression shocked.

  Eleanor presses her lips together, averting her gaze.

  “Anyway, good job... A seven out of ten, I’d say,” Sincir interjects.

  Eleanor snorts. “Shut up.”

  “El, do you really have problems with girls...? I find it hard to believe anyone would refuse you.”

  As she begins to use a piece cloth to wipe herself, Eleanor throws Esme an exasperated look. “You really don’t give up, do you...? Fine. But for the record, they don’t refuse me... I just happen to not have a cock, so once their curiosity wears off, they go back to dreaming about their prince in shinning armor.”

  “She is a cssic case of a lesbian who hasn’t met other lesbians yet... Except she is not a lesbian, but bi.”

  “Well, no wonder. I can see how you’d have a hard time satisfying straight girls,” Esme says, chuckling as she does so, “But, El, you do realize it’s pretty amazing you still managed to convince them to have sex with you when they were straight, right?”

  Eleanor averts her eyes. “I guess... I never thought about it like that.”

  “If you have more questions, now would be the time to ask them,” Sincir says.

  Eleanor gnces at him, seeming to consider if for a moment. “And what if they refuse to masturbate in front of me? Or talk about sex at all?”

  Sincir raises an eyebrow. “If they’re the type who’d only have sex with the nterns out, then I doubt you’d enjoy being with them, so why bother?”

  “...Good point.”

  “Are you really sure you don’t want me to py wing-man for you with Victoria?”

  Eleanor grimaces. “You really do want to watch us fuck, don’t you?”

  He could deny it, but...

  “What can I say? She is hot, you’re hot...”

  Eleanor sighs. “Look, I know you probably could make it happen, but I want to handle this myself... If or when it does happen, I want it to be my own thing... And you can put away those puppy eyes! I’ll think about inviting you.”

  Sincir smiles at her. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll respect your wish-”

  Suddenly, Sincir pauses, having felt something against his crotch which has so he looks downwards.

  “...Esme? Is there a particur reason you felt like burying your face in my pants?”

  Realizing both him and Eleanor are now staring at her, Esme blushes furiously. “...If I said I wanted to smell you, would that make me a weirdo?”

  Sincir and Eleanor exchange a gnce.

  “...Naw, it makes you a pervert.”

  “What he said.”

  Esme groans. “I thought as much.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  “W-what?”

  Sincir chuckles. “You said you wanted to smell it, right? Go for it. You can pull my pants down, if you want.”

  “Ah, n-no, don’t mind me... You guys can go back to what you were talking about...”

  Once both him and Eleanor continue to stare at her expectantly, Esme smiles humorlessly, her expression one of acceptance.

  “...I’ll have to do it now, won’t I?”

  At this point, Sincir’s boner, which had subsided during his talk with Eleanor, is back in full strength. Taking a gnce toward it, Esme swallows.

  “...Do I really ha-”

  “Yes!” both him and Eleanor say at once, causing Esme to flinch.

  “Okay, okay, I’m getting to it...!”

  In spite of her protests and visible shame, Esme is obviously excited as she hesitantly turns to face his erection once more, and, pressing her face against it, takes a deep breath...

  “Pull my pants down,” Sincir murmurs, his slightly hoarse voice denouncing his own excitement.

  Esme does so, and this time, she doesn’t hesitate before pressing her face against his underwear.

  Seeing her expression of ecstasy, he chuckles. “Does it smell that good...?”

  “Smells like sex... Like cock... I want to... Have it inside me so bad...”

  “Esme, you already had it st time, remember...? Sorry, but Eleanor is the one getting it tonight...”

  “Ugh... Fine... I’ll get it wet for her...”

  Esme moves away from his erection for long enough to pull down his underwear... Then, looking as though she can’t wait another second, she pces her face under his member, taking another deep breath, and moving her nose along it as she does so...

  After watching Esme for a moment with an eyebrow raised, Eleanor approaches him and lies by his body, propping herself on her elbow as she inspects his expression.

  “You’ve never told us about you,” she says, slowly dragging a finger against his tensed abs.

  “Me? I’m a simple man. I like doing it, and I like doing it with pretty women, though I don’t mind the occasional gay interaction. I like being in control...”

  ...He is not Varzath, anymore. And he is over Ig’droren, now... But they he is still mostly a sadict bastard.

  “You don’t say?”

  Sincir smiles. “But I also enjoy seeing someone explore their sexual desires at their own pace... The things they get off to, their fantasies... Figuring them out is fun. I like making them feel ashamed as they fight against the temptation, and I like seeing them cum... One of my friends in Hell once accused me of being a control freak, but really, I don’t mind giving up control, every now and then.”

  “You forgot something,” Eleanor says, “You like dirty sex, and feet.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Sue me.”

  “Wait, what? Sin, you never told me you liked feet. I wanted you to lick mine,” Esme says, pulling away from his cock in order to do so, “Or at least give me a foot rub...”

  “He is fighting against it, since it hurts his pride,” Eleanor supplies.

  Sincir grimaces. “Okay, enough teasing, the both of you. I’m about to blow, and all Esme has done so far is smell me.”

  Eleanor and Esme exchange a gnce. Then, Esme looks at him and smiles apologetically.

  “Sorry, I forgot Ena caught you doing it early... You must’ve been really pent-up.”

  “He is not the only one,” Eleanor murmurs.

  “Should I get you off once?” Esme asks as she begins to slowly jerk his member, “I was going to lick it, but I can blow you, if you want... Or would you rather do it, Eleanor? I can lick you meanwhile, since you’re also pent-up...”

  “Looks painful,” Eleanor comments as she watches Esme’s handjob, “I can’t tell if she is teasing you on purpose or not.”

  “What- No, I was being serious!”

  Sincir groans. “You’re right, she might be doing it on purpose.”

  “Okay, I get it; Less talk and more sucking...” Esme murmurs grumpily, “It wouldn't kill you guys to be nice to me every once in a while, you know...?”

  Once Esme leans in and wraps her lips around his member’s head, surrounding it in warmth, Sincir intakes a sharp breath of air.

  Seeing his expression, she smiles, though mercifully, she doesn’t stop sucking while doing it...

  Meanwhile, Eleanor circles his nipple with her with her thumb, meeting his gaze as she does so. “I’ve always wondered if it felt as good for guys, as it does for us...?”

  “I don’t know... About as good, but it feels g-good, yes...”

  Eleanor hums, leans in, and takes his left nipple into her mouth, causing Sincir to curse.

  Damn it, he should’ve seen it coming...

  Under the sounds of licking and sucking coming from the girls, plus his own breathing, Sincir finds himself quickly dozing off. Eleanor, having learned her lesson, uses her free hand to caress his body as she licks and sucks his nipple, while Esme seems determined to take his cock as deeply as possible...

  “...Just so we’re clear, you can come once in her mouth, but don’t you dare fall asleep before you’ve fucked me,” Eleanor says while plopping her lips from his nipple and meeting his eyes coldly, “Or don’t bme for what might happen.”

  ...He should’ve seen that coming, too, shouldn’t he?