Sincir awakens groggily, feeling as though he is buried beneath a ton of stone as he struggles to breath under the three girls currently attempting to crush him to death.

  Seriously, did they all have to sleep on top of him...?

  Next time, he swears he will tell each of them to grab a limb and be done with it...

  He is seriously considering a water spell, or at least a strengthening buff, when Eleanor finally opens her eyes, noticing his pained expression.

  “...Serves you right, for being so greedy,” she whispers, snuggling herself against him and releasing a satisfied sigh as she does so, before closing her eyes again, “And for having given me a foot fetish...”

  Sincir groans exasperatedly. “Esme needs to leave for work in a bit, and she is drooling against my thigh right now... Also, somebody needs to cook breakfast.”

  Maintaining her eyes closed, Eleanor snorts. “It’s not like she has a time to get in, and her boss is your minion...”

  “I cooked the day before yesterday...” Ena mumbles on the other side of him, “Sin, it’s your turn now...”

  Sincir grimaces. “Hey, when was the st time Eleanor cooked anything? Wasn’t hers supposed to be after your turn...?”

  “Who cares...?” Ena mumbles, “Let’s just stay in bed and fuck until afternoon... I could use another apology or two from El, before I really forgive her...”

  “That was a one time thing, pipsqueak; Count yourself lucky I won’t hold a grudge for those kicks...”

  “Okay, fine! I’ll go, so just move a bit... Ena, why are you snuggling against me?! Weren’t you the one who told me to go?!”

  “What...?” Slowly raising her head from his thigh, Esme rubs her eyes and smiles. “Hey, morning... We’ll need a bigger bed, huh...?”

  “Morning,” Ena murmurs, followed by Eleanor, who also murmurs a simir greeting, neither of them opening their eyes in order to do so.

  Esme snorts. “Should I cook breakfast today? I can tell you want to enjoy your honeymoon for a bit more...”

  “Yes,” the both of them answer at once, which causes Esme to shake her head exasperatedly, and Sincir to roll his eyes.

  “If you could... I still remember what happened st time you tried to cook on your own. Will you be fine?”

  Esme blushes. “I-I’ll be careful! And you’re the one who told me to practice...”

  Sincir chuckles. “Just don’t burn down our kitchen, okay? Will you be passing by before your date?”

  Esme crawls up for a brief kiss over his lips, before rising and beginning to dress herself. “I don’t think so,” she says while pulling a dress over her head, “But I’ll probably come to sleep here... Oh, I should make sure to tell Collin to bring me home before he bites me and turns my brain into mush.”

  “He knows better than kidnapping you... Make sure to eat well so you won’t grow sick from all that blood loss, and don’t get addicted to his teeth.”

  Esme chuckles, blowing him a kiss as she heads for the door. “If I don’t see you guys again before going out... Be careful while hunting monsters, okay?”

  Once she is out, Sincir releases a small sigh and closes his eyes once more, having accepted his fate as a pillow for the two idiots on either side of him.

  “...She didn’t put any underwear on, did she?” Eleanor murmurs after a moment of silence.

  “No, she didn’t,” Sincir confirms, snorting as he does so.

  “...I don’t care how fucked up she gets on her date with the vampire, I’m fucking the lights out of her when she is back,” Eleanor says, matter-of-fact like.

  “You never apologized to her,” he reminds her.

  “Yeah; That will be my apology.”

  Ena is the one to snort this time. “Are we going back to sleep? What about training...? And work...? We already skipped yesterday...” she reminds.

  “And whose fault was that?” Eleanor retorts.

  “Hey, I didn’t ask to be tied to my bed...”

  Sincir groans. “Okay, let’s go down... We need to do things other than fucking, or we’ll blow through our savings. Up, the both of you.”

  They both sigh, but they do reluctantly begin to move once he threatens to shower the three of them in cold water...

  Eleanor is the first to leave, having no clothes of her own here, and Ena is next, saying something about the toilet...

  Now alone, Sincir sits over the bed, turning toward the extinct firepce, and sighs.

  This... This is not good.

  Really, really not good.

  He’ll never get anything done if things keep going like this, not to say that even his stamina might not st if he has to satisfy all three of them every day... His body is still thirteen, after all.

  It was a fun week, but he needs to tone things down from hereon out, at least for a while... Building a kingdom is still his priority, not gathering a harem of girlfriends.

  He’ll need to have a talk with them soon...

  Sincir raises his gaze once more as Eleanor returns, now dressed, and throws something at him.

  “Dress this,” she says.

  Being still only on his underwear, Sincir stares toward the oversized shirt now in his grip... One of Eleanor’s oversized shirts, to be precise.

  “...This is far too big,” he says after a moment, pointing out the obvious as he meets her gaze again, “I’ll look ridiculous, and it’ll be horrible to fight in.”

  Crossing her arms, Eleanor narrows her eyes at him, saying nothing.

  ...Clearly, she noticed the fact he spent the previous afternoon in Ena’s clothes.

  “...The whole day?”

  “Do you want no bickering in between the two of us? I can be the mature one, or I can make her day miserable... The choice is yours.”

  Sincir sighs. “Fine, I’ll wear your damn shirt. Anything else?”

  “Your possessive feelings over her... Make sure they don’t become a problem.”

  He’d like to deny to have any, but she has a point... He should probably deal with things before they grow out of control this time.

  “Fine, I’ll find a way to get it out of my system... But first, take your clothes off and come here.”

  Eleanor blinks.

  “...Morning boner. You don’t want it? I could go find Ena...”

  Her stern expression gone, Eleanor shakes her head. “No, it’s just... I thought about what you said that time, and I’d like to leave the cumming for before we go to sleep, so I can train and fight properly... I’ll just get you off, if that’s fine?”

  Since she is already taking her clothes off, it is clear she doesn’t expect a refusal.

  Smiling, Sincir takes in her abdominal muscles, naked skin, and standing nipples... Followed by her slightly glistening sex, the small mound of blond hair above it, and the glow of desire in her blue eyes as she notices the bulge of his member against his underwear.

  Once she is naked, Sincir grins, beckoning her to approach with a finger. “Come here and kneel for me... Are you going to be a good girl? Or am I going to have to fight you for this, as usual?”

  “That depends on what we’re talking about...” Eleanor murmurs as she approaches, obediently kneeling in front of him.

  Grabbing her chin, he stares into her eyes for a moment. “...How are you doing?” he murmurs, “Am I about to handle another dozen disasters today, or can I count on you to have my back, from now on?”

  Blue eyes gleaming intensely, Eleanor slowly licks her lips. “I had your back this whole time... Though I admit I might’ve lost it for a moment, yesterday.”

  Sincir snorts. “And? Did my cock fix you, love?”

  Smiling exasperatedly, Eleanor rolls her eyes. “I suppose you could put it that way...”

  He smiles at her. “Did it feel as good as you had hoped? Because I’m to give you a chance to return the favour by using that pretty little mou-”

  Unfortunately, Ena chooses this moment to enter the room, causing the two of them to throw her empty looks as shes freezes with the handle still in her grip, grimacing.

  “...I thought we were doing things other than fucking?”

  ...Damn it, she has a point. Still, this is a good moment as any to talk with the two of them, and why not, analyze his possessive feelings for Ena while establishing what sort of retionship the three of them are going to have going forward, in view of recent events...

  “...Ena, come here for a second,” Sincir calls, “And close the door behind you.”

  The half-elf throws the kneeling Eleanor a look, inspecting the nephilim’s carefully neutral expression and naked body, then sighs, closing the door as she walks in and approaches the two of them.

  “...Should I also take my clothes off and kneel?” she murmurs with a roll of eyes.

  Sincir snorts. “No yet... Since you interrupted us, I was hoping we could talk about some things, starting with my retionship with the two of you.”

  Eleanor rises an eyebrow, while Ena crosses her arms.

  “...As you may have noticed, I had hoped to maintain things non-sexual in between the three of us, and it was a choice I made for many reasons... My kingdom to be being one of them, and the peace of this household being another.”

  Staring into Eleanor’s eyes first, and then at Ena, he sighs.

  “...Clearly, the universe had different pns, and now we must make do with our new reality. Ena... I’ll offer you the same as I did the other two.”

  “Meaning?” Ena asks.

  “You already knows most of it,” Eleanor supplies, “He means he’ll give you veto rights, and you two will be fine, so long as you never actually use them...”

  Sincir grimaces. “That’s not true. I only ask that you have a reason for doing it... I respected your wishes about Victoria, didn’t I?”

  Eleanor snorts. “After meeting her three boyfriends, you lost interest, you mean.”

  “If you think her sve boyfriends would’ve stopped me had I actually wanted to takes things further with her, then you don’t know me, Eleanor... Now stop being a confrontational ass for once, would you? You know you’re being unfair.”

  Eleanor averts her gaze from the two of them, tightening her jaw.

  What is her deal, anyway?

  “...Okay, veto rights on my end,” Ena interjects, “Yeah, I already knew that. What else?”

  Shifting his gaze from Eleanor, he throws her a measuring look. “...You can find other guys to fuck around with, if you want, so long as you don’t do it just to spite me, or because we’ve had a fight... Trust me, you don’t want to take things there, Ena.”

  Ena must’ve seen something in his eyes, because she nods seriously this time. “Fine, I can see how that would grow ugly really fast... Am I allowed to bring boyfriends home? From how you treat Esme and Collin, I don’t think you’d flip out, but...”

  “He treats you quite differently than he treats Esme,” Eleanor points out, still not looking at either of them as she does so.

  Sincir sighs. “We’ll get there... In any case, Ena, you have your room, and you’ll probably still do so from now on, no matter how many times we move, since I’m not pnning to have less money going forward. That being said, if you want to present me to your side boys, their ego is probably what you should be worrying about, not mine.”

  “...As long as you don’t try to leave him for one of them,” Eleanor whispers under her breath, causing Sincir to grimace again, throwing her a gre.

  “Okay, what’s up with you? You’ve been an ass since Ena entered the room... Were you that eager to suck my cock, love? Because if you want, we can have you doing it as I talk with her, no problem.”

  Eleanor presses her lips together. “You’re avoiding the main point,” she says while meeting his gre straight on, “Ena already knew both of those things.”

  Sincir groans. “I was getting there! Do you think it helps when you interrupt at every other fucking sentence?!”

  Ena clears her throat. “Sin... You do realize you have her naked, on her knees, right?”

  Sincir blinks, then inspects Eleanor’s figure, sitting over her heels in front of him as her clothes remain on a pile where she took them off earlier... Is that why she is so upset? Because she feels she is being humiliated in front of Ena for no reason?

  Rolling his eyes, he sighs exasperatedly. “Okay, fine, I suppose this is a good time to address the next point of my talk with you two... But first, Ena, do you understand the conditions I proposed you?”

  She averts her gaze thoughtfully. “...Yeah? I mean, Eleanor is right in that I already knew how things were with you because of everything that happened this past week... I guess I don’t mind it, since I can tell you’re trying to make things fair for us, at least on some level.”

  Sincir nods. “From now on, if you have a problem - and that goes for you too, Eleanor - please come and talk to me, instead of pretending everything is fine... Even if I could, I’d rather not have to inspect your thoughts in order to find out you’re unhappy. Can you two idiots at least promise me that?”

  “...I’ll try,” Ena murmurs, while Eleanor simply shrugs.

  Sincir groans, but he supposes this is best he’ll get out of them on this.

  “Moving on, then... Which means now it’s my turn to ask you what you want out of this. Any conditions? Requests? Kinks? I did things in how I thought would be best for everybody, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give me your input...”

  Both Ena and Eleanor stare at him for a moment, then his half-elf nods.

  “I think we need to talk about your habit of pimping us, Sin.”

  Sincir grimaces, but he doesn’t aver his gaze from hers. “It’s not a habit... As a Lord, I had control over my people, including who they slept with... Considering feeding from sex is a necessity for sex demons, it wasn’t all that big of a deal if they had to sleep with someone they didn’t find attractive every now and then at my command, and they’d gdly comply, in view of the benefits their servitude offered them... Of course, I do realize you two are not the same, and that I’m not a king yet, on this side.”

  Ena frowns slightly. “I guess I can’t really criticize you if you say they were okay with it, and I can imagine that having to survive from having sex with strangers on a regur basis would give them a different view over being pimped... But I don’t know if I’d be okay with you doing it with Eleanor, even knowing she somehow agreed with it herself.”

  Eleanor smiles, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Pipsqueak thinks I belong to her now... Cute.”

  As Ena blushes slightly, gring at the nephilim, Sincir shrugs, deciding to ignore their bickering.

  “I could treat you as princesses, or I could treat you like I do Esme... It depends on what you want. My guess is that Eleanor over here wants me to push her until she breaks, becoming little more than my pything, while you, Ena, want me to put a colr around your neck with my name on it... In different ways, you want me to make you mine.”

  Seeing that both of their faces have palled slightly, Sincir ughs humorlessly.

  “What, you thought I wouldn’t notice? Eleanor is kneeling for the past ten minutes just because I told her to, even when she made it plenty clear she felt humiliated by it... She pushes against me as hard as she can, hoping that I’ll knock her down a peg, using my cock to do it... And when I end up inevitably winning all of them, what could possibly be the final result of our fights, if not for her becoming my bitch?”

  Ena opens her mouth, then closes it again, while Eleanor averts her gaze with an expression of bitter acceptance, seeming to have realized there is no point in denying it so far down the road of their many struggles during this past week.

  In a way, Sincir figures she feels addicted to the feeling of having her pride crushed by him... Having her walls knocked down so hard that her legs are left shaking, and her breath is taken away.

  She is the type who tends to overthink things, and when he takes away her choices and her ability to think, her guilt goes away with them...

  “...Say, love, how far are you going to allow yourself to sink?” he whispers at her as she continues to maintain her gaze averted from his, “Is it really fine like this? Because you’re going to find yourself parading down the street naked soon enough, with me leading you on a colr, if you don’t start fighting back a little harder.”

  “El...” Ena calls, her expression now one of concern as she stares down at the naked nephilim in between the two of of them.

  “...Maybe being paraded on a colr is what I want,” Eleanor murmurs at st, “You said it yourself.”

  Is it? Or is she still looking for self-destruction, and using him as a means to achieve it?

  “...If that’s what you really want, then why not prove it? Go on, love, stare into my eyes and tell me you want me to make you into my pything.”

  Slowly, Eleanor shifts her gaze to meet his, blue eyes gleaming with something heavy and alien behind them, something speaking of beating wings and eternal light...

  “...You don’t have the balls to try and tame me, little demon,” she whispers at him, “You’d rather speak bravado from the safer side of the shore, where the light cannot reach you... Where the fire cannot burn you. You cim to worry for my happiness, but over these past five years, all I ever saw from you when you looked at me were fear and hesitation... The way you acted reminded me of a certain te Father, in fact, until I shoved you into my room and gave you no choice but to man up... Let’s be honest, if anyone here has been led on by a colr so far, it wasn’t me.”

  Sincir presses his lips together. “I won’t deny I should've taken better care of you, and that you scare me a little sometimes-”

  Eleanor snorts, and he clenches his teeth, before forcing himself to unclench them while taking a deep breath.

  “...I know what you’re trying to do, Eleanor, but we can’t keep going like this forever; At some point, we’ll have to stare at each other in the eyes... So, give me a straight answer, or I swear by everything, I’m breaking up with you right here, rather than risk being the reason you destroy yourself.”

  She tightens her jaw, then abruptly rises, walking by Ena, and begins to dress herself.

  “Eleanor, get the fuck back over here,” he growls at her, feeling as though he is about to lose it, “We aren’t done talking.”

  “Yeah? Or what, you’ll break up with me?” she retorts, raising her pitch to mock him, “Oh my, how could I ever survive...!”

  Snapping, Sincir smiles, coldly. “You know what? You think you know how bad it can get, love? Fine, have it your way.”

  Casting a mind spell, he creates the equivalent of hammer which he uses to bang against her simplistic Mind Shield, causing her to immediately intake a sharp breath of air while palling and falling to her knees.

  Ena’s eyes widen. “Sin, wait! I know she provoked you, but-”

  Rising, Sincir shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but there is no talking with her, Ena. This is how she’d rather do things, so she can prove her worthless pride unbreakable...”

  Once Eleanor tries to rise, he simple smashes against her shield again, this time cracking it.

  “...I’m sorry, love, did I give you the impression I’d have a hard time subduing you if I really felt like it? I enjoyed our spars, and I used them to teach you...”

  As he walks toward her, maintaining the pressure over her Mind Shield, Eleanor’s clenches at her head, her expression pained, and her mana fres to life around her... But of course, she can’t hope to ever fend him off at her current level as a mage; Even after another hundred years of training, she might not be there, still.

  “What’s wrong, love? Nothing to say? C’mon, tell me about how I am too much of a pussy to hurt you... This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To see what would happen were you to seriously piss me off?”

  “Sin!” Ena tries again.

  And Sincir is about to stop right there... When Eleanor stares up at him, her expression one of utter terror.

  He freezes, his thoughts completely halting for a moment, and his concentration broken; With the spell gone, Eleanor takes a deep breath, crawling away from him while shaking slightly.

  ...The fuck did he just do?

  “Sin!” Ena scream, gring at him.

  Still, Sincir is too shocked and confused too react, even as Ena runs toward Eleanor, hugging her trembling form while whispering comforting words toward the pale nephilim.

  Over the scene, Sincir feels his blood running from his face, and he is heading toward the door before he realizes it, though to where he is going, exactly, he is not sure... At least he has the presence of mind to cast a wind spell, causing a pair of pants and Eleanor’s shirt to fly into his grip before he is out of the room, smming the door at his back.

  Dressing himself, then descending two steps at a time, he ignores Esme’s questions and heads straight for the front door.