Eleanor doesn’t fight him, even as he positions her directly in front of Ena, moving behind her, and holds her nose as well, the same way she did with Ena earlier, who now stares at the two of them incredulously.

  “The fuck? Did you forget who we’re supposed to be torturing over here, Sin?”

  Sincir smiles at her over Eleanor’s shoulder. “You cim to only have ever felt hatred for her, so don’t worry, this shouldn’t bother you all that much; It might actually make you happy, really. Just think of it as a break... I have yet to punish this one for having tricked me and carried me naked to your bed st night, that’s all.”

  Having been counting the seconds in his head ever since having gagged Eleanor and covered her nose, Sincir stops once he reaches sixty, uncovers her nose (but not her mouth), and shoves her face against Ena’s sex, forcing her nose into it.

  Then, he counts until five, pushes her back, and cover her nose once more, restarting the count.

  “Yes? You have this look or your face like you want to say something,” he says while meeting Ena’s gaze again.

  Still slightly incredulous looking, Ena shakes her head. “No... Nothing, really. Go on, do your thing... I’ll lend you my... My thing, so you can shove her face into.”

  Sincir snorts. “Thanks, I’m sure Eleanor is grateful. Isn’t that right, love?”

  Eleanor says nothing, her expression solemn looking. Oh, Sincir is certain she understands where this is going, even if Ena hasn’t gotten it yet...

  This time, once he uncovers her nose and shoves Eleanor’s face against Ena’s sex, the half-elf goes out of her way to move her hips, purposefully rubbing her pussy over the other girl’s face and smiling as she does so.

  “Sorry, El, I felt this strange urge to scratch myself down there, you see, but my hands are tied... Hope you don’t mind it! Oh, and I bet I’ll feel the same urge a minute or so from now... Hang in there, okay?”

  Sincir rolls his eyes over her obvious pettiness, but he doesn’t stop her, just as he didn’t stop Eleanor earlier.

  Seven “dives” in, and Ena’s face has grown slightly reddened, her toes curling slightly as she once more drags herself against Eleanor’s face, which is now wet from her juices...

  “Is there something wrong, Ena? You look to be in pain.”

  She frowns at him. “This... This is enough, right? I gave up after the seventh time... It’s seriously painful, Sin.”

  Sincir snorts. “You don’t say?”

  Having counted up to a minute again, Sincir pushes Eleanor’s head down once more; Since, this time, Ena doesn't shake her hips, he drags Eleanor’s face against her pussy himself, shoving her nose as deep as he can into it as he does so.

  Ena’s eyes widen, and her back arches slightly; Once she tries to push her hips away from Eleanor, however, Sincir simply forces her head into them again, maintaining it there until the five seconds have been up.

  As he pulls her up this time, covering her nose once more, the pain in Eleanor’s face is obvious, though her gaze is still just as solemn and determined.

  ...What an amazing girl she is, in so many ways.

  “O-okay, I get it! You can stop now!” Ena says, eyes widened as she stares toward Eleanor’s expression, taking in the girl’s obvious pain, “J-just ask me whatever you want, and I’ll tell you how I feel!”

  Throwing her a confused look, Sincir cocks his head. “What are you on about?”

  “I mean... You can stop torturing her now! You were trying to make me feel bad about what I said, right?! Well, I feel like shit, so you can stop!”

  His expression now even more confused looking, Sincir shakes his head. “You said you wished she was tortured to death, right? I had to punished her for st night, so I thought I might give you a treat while I’m at it... Oops, time’s up.”

  Ena actively tries to move her hips away this time, but in her current state, bound and mana exhausted, Sincir has no trouble pinning Eleanor’s face against her sex regardless, then slowly rubbing her nose into it...

  “S-Sin!”

  Sincir ignores her.

  “L-look, just tell me what you want from me...!”

  By the eleventh “dive”, Ena has started crying, her movements and voice now desperate sounding...

  “Sin! Anything! I’ll do anything! Shove my face into her pussy instead!”

  By the fifteenth “dive”, Ena has stopped speaking, but she stares at him with such despair, one might thing she is the being tortured instead... Once he begins to drag Eleanor’s nose against her sex, Ena clenches her teeth, shaking her head desperately.

  “Sin...! Sin, if you make me come from this, I’ll never forgive myself... C’mon, talk to me again, I’m actually begging you!”

  Even as she speaks, Ena’s hips seems to move on her own, humping Eleanor’s face reflexively.

  “...Why? I thought you hated her. She deserves this much, for what she did to you... Both for the bullying, when you were young, and for having stolen me away... Isn’t that what you said?”

  “N-no! She was right, you were never mine to begin with! I am the one who was selfish from the beginning! I know that, so...! So please stop hurting her already!”

  Pulling her head up, Sincir checks Eleanor’s expression as he plugs her nose once more... However, once her eyes meet his, they gleam with amusement, shocking him.

  This girl... The amount of pain she is in must be almost unbearable, and still, she is unwavering in what she set out to do.

  “...Sorry, but Eleanor doesn’t seem particurly apologetic to me, Ena. I guess we’ll continue.”

  “W-what?! N-no...!”

  During the twentieth “dive”, Ena is actually sobbing, and even Eleanor seems to be nearing her limit, if her shaking body is anything to go by...

  ‘Should I fake it for you, love? You’re not the one supposed to break today,’ Sincir sends her telepathically during the twentieth-second time he is shoving her face into Ena’s pussy.

  This time, once he pulls her head back, she elbows his stomach, gring at him through teary eyes.

  ‘...Okay, message gotten, tough girl; It’s not like I tied your limbs, so let me know if it becomes too much for you.’

  Twenty-seven dives in, and Ena finally breaks.

  “I envy her!” she screams through her tears, “I admire her, okay!? She is talented, she is smart, she is beautiful...!”

  Sincir immediately releases Eleanor, allowing her to spite her gag and take several desperate, much needed breaths of air.

  As Eleanor recovers, he meets Ena’s widened gaze and raises an eyebrow.

  “What? Don’t stop now; I’d hate to have to start all over again with poor Eleanor over here... Though I supposed we could use your ass this time, in order to keep things interesting, if you really want a redo.”

  Lips shaking slightly, Ena shakes her head. “The fuck... You’re really a demon, aren’t you...?”

  Sincir reaches for the still heavily panting Eleanor-

  “Stop!” Ena screams, “I’ll speak, so...! L-look, a part of me does hate her...! But... But I can’t ignore how hard she tries! How much she c-cares for the things she loves! I... I just wish I was one of those t-things! I’ve always w-wanted it! So, even while h-hatting her...! Even in spite of my envy! I s-still sucked up to her during these during these past five y-years! Because I... Because that’s how amazing I think she is!”

  Out of the corner of his eyes, Sincir catches Eleanor’s eyes widening.

  “Even while she bullied you? Did you wish you could become her friend, even then?”

  Her tears now freely streaming down her cheeks, Ena shakes her head and ughs humorlessly. “H-her f-friend? I knew what she did with the o-other g-girls... I was still a-wake, more often than not, when it h-happened. But I knew... I knew she’d sooner fuck a dog than me, a demi-human... Somebody like me...!”

  Sincir nods. “Not just a friend, then, but since the beginning, nonetheless. Did you hear that, love?”

  “Yeah...” Eleanor murmurs hoarsely, “Pipsqueak had it for me too, huh? What a shocking revetion.”

  “You don’t seem particurly surprised,” Sincir points out.

  Finally straightening herself as she licks her lips and meets Ena’s widened gaze, Eleanor smiles, then snorts. “You really think I never noticed it? The way she looks at me, with those little eyes, worshipingly? C’mon.”

  “And the reason you never did anything?”

  “You mean during these past five years? Or when we were still at the orphanage?”

  “Both.”

  Sustaining Ena’s fixed gaze, Eleanor smiles. “At the orphanage, I enjoyed knowing she was still awake, in the bed next to ours, as we did it... And that she couldn't get it with anyone.”

  Sincir shakes his head.

  “Another of your pns to get her to leave, I assume?”

  Still facing Ena, Eleanor nods. “I stopped once I realized the little pervert actually begun masturbating to us, since it wasn’t exactly the result I was aiming for.”

  Ena’s cheeks immediately grow redder. “You... You noticed that?”

  Eleanor raises an eyebrow. “Of course I did... My hearing is as good as yours. Now, as for why I didn’t do anything to your pin ass after we both started living together again... I confess, the way you would squirm and pant during our spars, trying to hide your excitement, made me consider it... But then you’d take Sin to your bed every night, as though telling me to stay the hell away from the two of you, and I realized that was your way of punishing me, too... After realizing that, I put up with it for as long as I could, believing I deserved it, while expecting that one day you two would turn me into a third wheel... I dreamed of the way you’d look at me, half-pity, half-satisfaction, when it finally happened... Except it never did.”

  Ena swallows.

  “Really, Ena? Five years, and you couldn’t think of waking him up with a morning blowjob, even once?”

  Sincir clears his throat. “She probably thought I’d have pushed her away, if she tried... In any case, I believe that’s enough confessions for now. You know what you need to do, don’t you, love?”

  Eleanor chuckles. “Oh yeah, I know exactly what to do...”

  Having said as much, she slowly leans down, aiming Ena’s sex, and takes it into her mouth, causing the half-elf to scream, her legs immediately beginning to shake.

  Crawling over, Sincir takes Ena pleasure-distorted face into his hand, then kisses her, hard and unapologetically...

  “...You’ve been a bad girl, Ena,” she murmurs once their lips are apart once more, “A very, very bad girl... And do you know what happens to bad girls?”

  Ena bites her lower lip. “T-they get f-fucked?” she murmurs.

  Sincir smiles. “That’s right.”

  “You’re really... You’re really going to b-break me.”

  “Yeah. I told you, didn’t I? Now, stop talking and cum for us.”

  Once he shoves his tongue into her mouth again, Ena almost immediately does so, her muscles tensing and her body shaking as she moans, nearly screaming through their kiss...

  Eleanor and him don’t stop there, however, continuing in tactical agreement.

  Once Ena comes again, they switch position... And then, once she cums for a third time, Eleanor sits on her face, ordering her to lick, as he begins to circle her asshole with his tongue...

  He doesn’t step Eleanor from getting herself off, considering what nephilim went through. And since Ena immediately begins to lick, almost desperately so, he assumes she is still facing a good amount of guilty for what she said to Eleanor earlier...

  It’s good for them to get it out of their system... Maybe this way they’ll finally give him some peace, from now on (he is not crossing his fingers, but one can hope). In any case, the point of this is not to make Ena cum until she passes out, not matter how fun that would be, and so Sincir tells Eleanor to get down after he notices that she has come, edging Ena as he does so.

  Eyes slightly gzed, Ena throws the two of them a confused look. “What...? Why did you stop?”

  Sincir shakes his head. “Have you already forgotten why we are here?”

  “Oh... I guess it’s time for torture again,” she murmurs, chuckling madly.

  Sighting over her obvious look of disappointment and fear, Sincir nods. “It doesn’t need to happen, you know? All you have to do is admit, honestly, that you want to have that pretty hole of yours stuffed with my cock, and we can skip this one.”

  “This one...? Not the whole thing, then.” Ena sighs. “I... I want you, Sin; I think that’s pretty obvious at this point.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “That’s not what I told you to say. Eleanor...”

  Ignoring Ena’s pleas, this time, they gag her for real, using an ice spell over a shirt in the same way he did with Eleanor a few night’s earlier.

  Then, Sincir tells Eleanor to grab her feet, both of them, and begin to tickle, while he focuses on her exposed armpits and lower body...

  It goes on for a while... And since he doesn’t care if she breaks or not, it being the point of their little family reunion to begin with, he doesn’t hold back at all...

  Only once Sincir notices Ena’s eyes rolling to the back of her head does he tell Eleanor to stop.

  “Did she... Did she just cum from this?” Eleanor asks.

  Sincir chuckles. He guesses it has been about half an hour or so of tickling torture?

  “Bring me her ankles,” he tells Eleanor.

  She does so, and pushing them toward Ena’s head, he brings her ass up, then toward her face, until Ena herself has a clear view of her drenched pussy and twitching asshole.

  “Hold them like this for me.”

  Smiling, Eleanor hurries to do so.

  “Ena...? Ena, look at me,” he says once he notices she has closed her eyes and turned her face away.

  Ena shakes her head.

  “Ena, if you don’t look at me, we’ll go back to tickling, and we’ll only stop once you’ve had another orgasm from it.”

  She shudders, shaking her head again.

  “Okay, fine. Eleanor, you take her upper body this time...”

  Again, they tickle her merciless and relentlessly... Eleanor seems to be having fun, especially now that she knows Ena can actually cum from it, while he is more clinical about it, taking it slow as he feels she is growing desperate, then increasing the pace again once she begins to rex...

  Luckily for her, she doesn’t take as long to cum this time, only ten minutes or so, at which point they bring her pussy up again, dispying it in front of her face.

  Although Ena still has her eyes closed at first, she opens them after a moment, meeting his gaze.

  “Are you going to be a good girl this time?”

  Once she slowly nods, Sincir tells Eleanor to remove her gag, dispelling the ice... As Ena is about to speak, however, he pces a finger against her slightly blue lips, casting a small heating spell over her skin as he does.

  “...Love, what do you see?”

  Being on the other side of Ena’s head, holding her ankles down, Eleanor smiles. “I see a dripping, juicy little half-elf pussy, begging to be taken... Is that what you meant?”

  Still holding his finger over Ena’s lips, Sincir uses his free hand to caress her ass, gently reaching into her reddened sex, then spreading it apart, which allows a single thread of juice to slowly drop toward her face, causing her eyes to widen.

  “Does it look particurly boyish to you?”

  “No...” Eleanor continues, “I’d even go as far as to say it looks quite girly, in fact.”

  “I see... If you had a cock, what would it be doing right now?”

  “It’d be hard as a rock, no doubt.”

  Ena bites her lower lip, and Sincir finally removes his finger, implicitly allowing her to speak again.

  “I... I-I...”

  “What did I tell you to say?” Sincir pushes.

  She makes a face, expression ashamed, afraid, and desperate... But does begin to speak.

  “I want... I want my p-pretty... My pretty h-hole st-stuffed w-with S-Sin’s thingy...”

  Sincir narrows his eyes at her, and Ena flinches, terror fshing through her eyes; Clearly, she is not willing to go through another tickling session.

  “Fine! Your cock! I want your cock! I want it so bad it hurts! I want it! I want it! I want inside my pussy! I-”

  Pcing his finger over Ena’s lips once more, Sincir smiles at her. “Of course you do, love... The question is, do you believe I want to stick my cock inside of it now? After everything we went through, today?”

  Ena throws a look toward his standing member, currently positioned near her face, and swallows.

  “...Well?” he asks, removing his finger once more.

  Ena sobs. “Y-yes...? I-I d-don’t k-know...? ”

  Sincir shakes his head. “Eleanor?”

  “I’d have already fucked her hard enough to break those little hips about two hours ago... You don’t know of a spell that would give me a cock, do you?”

  Sincir snorts. “We could find some toys ter... But that’s besides the point. What shall we ever do with you, Ena? If you don’t think I find this vision exciting, then-”

  “No! I... I get that having me spread for the two of you to bully is exciting...” she murmurs, lips shaking and leaf-green eyes teary, “But the reason... The reason you did all of this was because you’re trying to help me... Not because you find me attractive as a woman.”

  Making an effort to control himself from snapping, Sincir takes a deep breath.

  “You think the only attractive women are the ones who have big breasts? Or nice asses? No... I see now I have gone about this the wrong way from the beginning; I mean, after I came all over you body and all but raped you, you actually still think I’m trying to help you with all of this. Simply unbelievable.”

  “S-Sin-”

  Sincir grabs her cheeks, pressing them and stopping her from speaking as he abruptly approaches his face from hers, meeting her widened eyes. “Shut up, Ena; You’re missing the point. It doesn’t matter if I find Eleanor more attractive than as a women, and you know why? Because you’re still, and you’ll always be, fucking mine. It doesn’t matter if you want to walk away, it doesn’t matter if you think I find you hideous. You’re mine, and you were mine from the beginning... Want to know what would happen had you tried to walk through that door?”

  “Sincir,” Eleanor murmurs warningly.

  “You too; Shut the fuck up,” Sincir growls at her, before turning to Ena once more, “I swear by everything, I’ll lock you in that basement, Ena, and I’ll fuck you until you accept that I want to do it, your mind breaks, or so does your body. It might take days... It might takes years... It might take decades... I wager I could do it two dozen or so times a day, if I really put my mind to it. I-”

  “Sincir, I think she got the message,” Eleanor interjects again, causing him to realize the look in Ena’s face.

  Terror, desire, and realization.

  “...In case it wasn’t obvious enough, pipsqueak” Eleanor continues, “He felt this way about you from the beginning. I doubt he’d actually lock you in the basement... But the urge is there. Do you understand now?”

  Sincir grimaces, releasing Ena as he straightens himself and averts his eyes away.

  ...Did he really feel this possessive about her from the beginning? He did leave a bunch of kids bleeding on the ground for her, and he did put up with years of sleepless nights so she’d be a little happier, and he was a bit overprotective, but...

  ...Fuck.

  “You see the look on his face, don’t you?” Eleanor asks.

  “Yeah... Yeah, I see it,” Ena murmurs incredulously, “Uhm... Sin? Is there something you want to say to me?”

  “...No.”

  Eleanor snorts. “Stop being a pussy; You know you can’t run away from this.”

  Sincir sighs, forcing himself to meet Ena’s gaze once more. “Ena, I... I cared... I loved you from the beginning... And if you could look past your inferiority complex for a second, you’d see that. I’ll admit I prefer curvier girls over ft ones, but that doesn’t matter, because I still love you all the same; As a student, as a partner in crime, as a little sister... And as a woman. I have, ever since you came back for me with that huge brick in your hands.”

  Looking as though she is about to start crying, Ena bites her lower lip. “I came too te to help...”

  “But you still came... You weren’t the only one who was alone at the time, Ena.”

  As the first tears begin to fall, she turns her face away from him. “H-how do I know you’re not saying this just to make me stay?!”

  Lords, did she miss his whole speech about looking her in the basement if she actually tried to leave? Eleanor seems to think he wouldn’t do it, but Sincir himself isn’t so sure of it.

  “How do you know if I’m telling the truth or not? It’s simple; You don’t. But a minute from now, my cock is going to enter a pussy, and it’ll either be yours... Or the other option avaible.”

  Ena’s gaze snaps in his direction, her eyes widening.

  “Of course, the choice is yours about which pussy I’ll fuck,” he continues, “Eleanor, you don’t mind losing your first time like this, do you?”

  The nephilim smiles coldly. “Can we do it on top of her face? I want your cum dripping on it once we’re done.”

  Sincir shrugs. “Sure, why now? She is leaving, and she already hates the both of us, anyway... Can you believe she said she was going to burn our marriage's invite, if we ever sent her one?”

  Eleanor clicks her tongue. “Invite? I’d hunt her down, drag her there, tie her to a chair, and then force her to watch as we fuck in the altar... I actually masturbated to something simir before, if you’d believe it.”

  “W-wait just a s-second!”

  Sincir shakes his head. “Time is almost up, Ena; If you don’t say anything, I’ll assume Eleanor will be the one getting it, and by it I mean my fucking cum in her pussy, in case that wasn’t obvious enough.”

  Ena moves her gaze between the two of them desperately. “S-Sin, this is...!”

  “What’s wrong? We both already admitted we want each other, and this...” Sincir says while spreading open her sex and revealing the obvious wetness inside, “Seems ready enough to me. You have five seconds, and I warn you, once Eleanor’s pussy is in front of me, I doubt I’ll be-”

  “Okay! Fine! Do me! Do me instead of her!” Ena screams.

  Sincir cocks his head. “Are you sure? But maybe I feel zero attraction for you, or I might even find you disgusting...”

  Ena shakes her head, now determined looking. “This is this and that is that! Even if you find me uglier than I pig, I don’t mind giving you my first time...! AS LONG AS THAT BITCH HAS TO WATCH IT HAPPEN! I WANT TO SEE HER FACE WHEN YOU SHOOT IT INSIDE!”

  Eleanor shrugs and smiles. “Oh, don’t worry, pipsqueak, I won’t miss a single second of this, and I’ll burn it into my memory; You heard her, Sincir.”

  Sincir nods, having been already rising from his kneeling position near Ena’s head to pce himself above her defenseless, gleaming, twitching sex.

  Seeing his painfully hard member pointing straight at her entrance, Ena pales.