“I think you should do something to make them understand you’re serious, love,” Sincir whispers toward Eleanor once he realizes the girls are still staring at her with incredulity.

  The nephilim takes a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly.

  “What... What would you have me do to prove I’m serious?” she asks the other two.

  Ena blinks, shaking her head. “I... I don’t even know what to say. Sincir, did you force her to do this? I mean, I know I’ve been asking from an apology from you forever, Eleanor, but a forced one isn’t worth very much...”

  Sincir snorts. “If you think I can force her to do things, then you haven’t been paying attention, Ena; Sure, I’ll admit I pushed her in the right direction, and I told her to come here naked, with her mana exhausted, so she could show her sincerity... But apologizing was something she decided to do on her own, because she wanted to.”

  “...She is mana exhausted right now?” Ena murmurs incredulously, “Why?”

  “So I couldn’t resist, even if I wanted to,” Eleanor crifies, “So, if you wanted to get back at me... I wouldn’t be able to defend myself.”

  “Again, it’s a way of showing her sincerity,” Sincir adds, “And since I can tell what you’re thinking by that look on your face; No, I didn’t force her to do this either, just as I didn’t force you this morning.”

  Expression darkening, Ena rises and steps forward, shaking her head as she stares into the other girl’s eyes. “I can’t believe it... Now? Now, after everything, you want to apologize?”

  Eleanor presses her lips together, saying nothing as Ena begins to circle her, leaf-green eyes burning intensely.

  “I mean, I know you two think I’m a pushover, but really? What, you think I was going to tear up, accept your apology, and then we could live happily ever after?!”

  Once Ena raises her voice, Eleanor flinches.

  “No... I didn’t think you’d easily forgive me-”

  “Shut up, Eleanor! You’re always like this! Doing whatever you want, when you want it, how you want it!”

  “I-”

  “Shut up, I said! I-”

  Eleanor steps forward, trying to grab Ena’s arm, and Ena sps her hand away, which causes the nephilim to immediately lose her bance, falling to her knees.

  As the other girl stares up at her, Ena freezes.

  “...I don’t care, Ena, for your inferiority complex,” Eleanor murmurs, sustaining the half-elf’s eyes as she does so, “And I’ll never apologize for that, because it isn’t my fault.”

  Ena ughs, slowly and bitterly. “You really do have a talent for making me feel like shit, don’t you? Is that what you call an apology, Eleanor?”

  Eleanor clenches her teeth, before slowly unlocking her jaw, and sighing as she continues, “However... There are still many things I did and said to you which I should apologize for... Which I should’ve apologized for, a long time ago.”

  Ena narrows her eyes, then steps on Eleanor’s shoulder and pushes her, almost nonchantly, causing her to fall.

  “Go on... I’m listening,” she murmurs, darkly, as she begins to round the other girl again, slowly and menacingly, “Tell me about all the things I just have to forgive you for, because you’ve finally felt like getting rid of your guilty after what I’ve told you this morning.”

  With a slightly pained look on her face, Eleanor slowly tries to rise to her knees once more. “You don’t have to forgive me for anything, Ena-”

  Ena pushes her down with another kick, now over her back, causing Eleanor to nearly roll over.

  “...What? Keep going... Weren’t you going to apologize?”

  Realizing what is happening, Eleanor’s expression darkens... But then a fsh of determination crosses through her eyes, and she begins to rise again.

  “First, I w-want to apologize for what happened at the orphanage, and for everything I did to you then-”

  This time, when Ena pushes her, Eleanor doesn’t hesitate, simply beginning to rise once more.

  “...Everything I did to you then. You had every right to be there, as an orphan, in spite of your demi-human heritage-”

  As she is pushed, falling over her back, Eleanor groans, then rolls over, beginning to rise.

  “...But I was afraid you would bring destruction to what I thought of as my second home, when I had already watched my first one burn-”

  “I thought this was supposed to be an apology, not an expnation. Why should I care for your reasons, Eleanor? Everybody has reasons, and you never cared that I had nowhere else to go, did you?”

  Eleanor bites her lower lip, now staring at the ground, having remained there after Ena’s st kick. “I... I figured you would be able to survive on your own-”

  “Liar,” Ena cuts, having stopped walking, her eyes widened and her voice sharp as she stares down at Eleanor’s lying form, “You were fine with me becoming a whore, or dying on the street, if it meant saving yourself and the others... You told as much to my face, Eleanor, more than once.”

  Eleanor closes her eyes, swallowing. “No... You’re right. I was fine with it, at the time, because I thought of you as less than human... Saying anything other would be a lie.”

  “Are you too good to look into my eyes as you apologize, Eleanor?” Ena asks, softly and slowly.

  Eleanor shudders, her body shaking slightly as continues to stare toward the ground for a moment more... Of course, she knows what the half-elf wants... And still, she raises her head, meeting Ena’s eyes, and attempts to rise again.

  “I-”

  Ena smiles, then kicks her, ughing as she does so. “C’mon, El! Tell me how you’re sorry for having tried to drive me into suicide!”

  “I am sorry!” Eleanor screams, seeming to have reached some sort of limit, even as she tries to rise again and accepts yet another push from Ena as a immediate consequence.

  “Well, it doesn’t look like it! You’re still breathing, aren’t you?!”

  “Are you telling me to go die?!”

  “What, doesn’t make you feel as good to be on the other end of it!?”

  “I’m sorry, Ena, and nothing you say is going to change that!”

  Ena ughs bitterly. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve long given up on trying to change how you feel about anything! What else are you sorry for, Eleanor?! We don’t have the whole fucking night to listen to your whining!”

  With tears now streaming down her face, Eleanor maintains herself against the ground as she raises her gaze to meet Ena’s incensed leaf-green eyes again. “I’m sorry for not having apologized earlier! I’m sorry for having acted like a bitch for no reason! I’m sorry for not having been a friend when you were so obviously in desperate need of one!”

  “SHUT UP!”

  Although she didn’t tried to rise this time, Ena kicks her anyway; An actual kick, this time, aiming at Eleanor’s stomach, which causes her to double over herself.

  “I... I’m s-sorry for having pretended not to notice... How you stare at Sincir... And for not having told him earlier...” Eleanor murmurs breathlessly.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Ena screams, kicking her again, “Shut up! Can’t you tell I don’t want to hear it, you fucking bitch?! Can’t you tell I just don’t want to look at your face anymore?!”

  “And I’m sorry... S-sorry for having pretended not to notice the way you looked at me... Your admiration... And... Your love.”

  Ena stops, breathing heavily as she stares toward Eleanor’s cowering, shaking form beneath her with a wide, almost savage look. “Do you regret having come with? Do you regret having jumped Sincir over the first chance you had? Do you regret... Do you regret having thought, even for a second, that I could’ve forgiven you for any of these things?”

  Slowly, Eleanor looks up, meeting Ena’s gaze... Then, she smiles in spite of the pain in her eyes. “No... I regret none of those things. Coming with the two of you was the only option I had at the time, and it was the only thing which allowed me to survive what happened inside that chapel. Jumping Sincir... Jumping on his cock was something I should’ve done years ago, and if me being in the race makes you afraid, that’s not my fault, pipsqueak... As for being being forgiven? I never thought, even for a second, that it was going to happen.”

  Ena swallows. “Earlier...” she murmurs, “Earlier, you asked me what I wanted from you to have you prove you’re really serious about this... That you’re sorry.”

  Eleanor nods, though she cringes slightly as she does so. “Yes... You could also see it as my way of making it up, even if in a small form, for all the pain I’ve put you through.”

  “And what... What if I tell you to leave? What if I tell you to leave and never come back?”

  “...Then I’ll leave, and I’ll never come back.”

  “Ena, wait, isn’t that a bit-” Esme starts, only to stop once Sincir raises a hand in her direction.

  “It’s ironic, isn’t it?” Ena says, smiling bitterly as she ignores Esme and continues to sustain Eleanor’s gaze, “You spent so long trying to kick me from your house, when I had nowhere else to go... And now our positions are reverted.”

  “...Is that what you want?”

  “And what if it is?”

  Lowering her gaze, Eleanor nods. “Would you like me to leave tomorrow, or tonight?”

  “...And what if I said I wanted you to leave right now, like this, walk toward the nearest brothel, and turn yourself in?”

  Sincir snorts, being unable to contain himself at this point, but the two of them ignore him as Eleanor raises her gaze toward Ena once more, raising an eyebrow at her.

  “...Then that’s what I’d do. Would you visit me, pipsqueak? Pay to have me do humiliating things for you?”

  “...I think I might blow through all of my money,” Ena murmurs, slightly breathlessly.

  “C’mon... Do it. Tell me to go... Tell me to find the nearest bridge and jump into the river, or the nearest beggar and offer myself... Use your imagination, and hurt me so bad it’ll be worst than dying... If you think that’s what I deserve.”

  Ena ughs, incredulously, then shakes her head. “I want to... I really do... But then I’d have to kill all of your other clients, and your pimp, and burn down the pce,” she murmurs, matter-of-fact like, “And I’d end up bringing you home again, the next day... Not much of a point to it, is there?”

  Eleanor snorts. “You’ve always been a possessive little shit.”

  Ena sighs. “Yeah... I guess so. Look, El, I don’t know if I can just forget about what happened in our past, and I don’t know if I can bear being stuck in between Sincir and you-”

  “She didn’t ask you to forget anything,” Sincir interrupts, “She wanted you to understand she is sorry... Nothing else.”

  Ena blinks, and something seems to pass through her eyes as she stares toward Eleanor again, who is still kneeling before her, as though only now having noticed the half-angel’s state for the first time.

  “You... You’re actually on your knees, apologizing,” she murmurs incredulously.

  Eleanor snorts. “Took you long enough to notice. Should I kiss your foot while I’m at it?”

  For a moment, Ena seems to actually consider it, to Sincir’s shock and amusement, but then she shakes her head, crouching in front of Eleanor while meeting her eyes again.

  “Actually, I know exactly what I want you to do...”

  Eleanor licks her lips nervously, smiling in spite of the fsh of fear which crosses through her eyes as she does so. “Yeah? Don’t make it too easy, or I might grow bored...”

  Ena shakes her head. “I don’t care for what you want right now; Easy or hard, it’ll be my choice.”

  Eleanor swallows, dropping her smile, then nods. “I won’t promise I’ll kill myself, or sell myself as a whore, but otherwise...”

  Ena takes a deep breath. “Eleanor...” she begins, slightly hoarsely, “I want you to crawl toward that bed... Climb on top of it... And spread your legs as far as they’ll go... Then I’ll sit behind you, holding your ankles... And I’ll burn in my mind the image of my boyfriend shoving his cock as deep down that pussy as it’ll go, until you scream for us like the bitch you are.”

  Her breathing having grown accelerated, Eleanor shakes her head. “Ask me for something el-”

  “No; Didn’t you hear me earlier? I don’t care about what you want. I want you to get fucked, and I want to see it happen until that prideful face of yours melts in front of my eyes. Your options are either that... Or going to pack your things.”

  Eleanor swallows, her eyes darting toward him for a brief moment before she faces Ena’s gaze once more, nodding hesitantly; Then, leaning forward, she begins to crawl toward the bed...

  ...Clenching his teeth as he watches her still slightly reddened ass and sex moving is all Sincir can do in order to stop himself from jumping her before she even gets there.

  “Esme,” he grunts, roughly, “Come here, now.”

  The librarian jumps, having had her gaze fixated on Eleanor, then hurries to walk toward him while still stealing gnces toward the scene of Ena grabbing Eleanor’s hair as she climbs onto their bed.

  “Y-yes?”

  Grabbing her jaw so she’ll focus her eyes on him, Sincir smiles coldly at her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you did earlier today, in front of our very important guests, love.”

  Esme pales. “Oh...” she murmurs, with difficulty, as he continues to hold her cheeks, “I was hoping it had slipped your mind, actually...”

  Sincir snorts. “Yeah, no. Go find a corner for yourself, then take that dress off - I know you’re not wearing anything underneath it, you hopeless pervert - and py your nipples; Only with your nipples, until I say you can do otherwise.”

  A fsh of despair crosses through her eyes. “S-Sin...”

  Sincir shakes his head. “You want to watch what’s about to happen in that bed tonight? Then you’ll do as I say...” he murmurs, before smiling at her, “But as the merciful man I am, I’ll allow you to cum, granted you can do so from your nipples alone... Thank me.”

  Esme throws him an exasperated look. “T-thank you... For your mercy, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Releasing her face, Sincir turns toward the bed once more, where Eleanor now lies against Ena’s p, her legs spread as her ankles are held above her head by the other girl, the two of them having been watching his interaction with Esme.

  The moment he looks at them, Eleanor bites her lower lip, and Ena smiles.

  Once he begins to walk toward them, taking his shirt off, and then his shorts, the nephilim’s gaze falls toward his erection, and her toes curl, desire fshing through her expression, blue eyes gleaming so intensely they seem to burn against his skin.

  “Should I cast a healing spell, or not?” Sincir grunts as climbs the bed in front of the two of them, his voice coming out as a grated thing in virtue of his overwhelming desire for the legs-spread creature filling his vision.

  “No-” Eleanor tries, interrupting herself once he leans over and pinches her thigh, causing her to intake a sharp breath of air through clenched teeth.

  “Not you, love.”

  Ena’s eyes widen slightly as Sincir turns his gaze in her direction, smiling at her.

  “So? Should I, or not?”

  “...Be... Be nice to her,” the half-elf murmurs after a brief pause, “Do it slow... Make her curl her toes some more.”

  Eleanor curses, and Sincir chuckles.

  “You’re way too damn nice for your own good, Ena... My good little girl... Never change, okay?”

  Having said as much, Sincir presses his member against Eleanor’s bruised sex, rubbing its head against her entrance and causing her to cry softly, moving her hips reflexively; Then, beginning to massage her ass cheeks, he cast a healing spell over them as he continues to tease her, sustaining her desperate gaze all the while...

  He has half a mind to just keep the teasing until she begs for more, but Ena told him to be nice, and so Sincir thrusts forward after only a couple more moments of rubbing, slowly pushing his member to spread Eleanor’s warm, wet, and desperately needy sex...

  Eyes widening, Eleanor moves her hips, her expression becoming pained, and then growing rexed as his second healing spell goes through, aimed at her sex.

  With his cock having been pushed all the way in, Sincir leans forward, grabbing one of Eleanor’s nipples, and presses his lips against hers while using his other hand to slowly massage her clitoris...

  Once he begins to move, she is already moaning and shaking her hips against him, but still, he keeps his movements slow, taking his time in making her cum.

  Little demon, was it?

  Oh, they’ll be here for a while...

  “S-Sin! I told you to be nice, not to torture her!”

  Sincir’s eyes snap open, taking in Eleanor’s desperate expression beneath him, and her tears.

  He smiles at her. “It’s okay... You can cum, love.”

  Having said as much, he gently pinches both her nipple and her clitoris, abruptly increasing the speed of his trusts, and she immediately cross over the edge, eyes rolling to the back of her head...

  “How many times should I make her, Ena? Is five an appropriated punishment for everything she has done to you...? Because I figured that’s about my limit, with how hard her naught little hole is gripping me...”

  Ena shakes her head exasperatedly. “Three. But do it normally! Looking at her suffering doesn’t make me happy...”

  Sincir ughs, rolling his eyes, but he does adjust the speed of his thrusts to something which will make Eleanor cum faster.

  “You know I was in the room while you were taking your sweet time forgiving her, right?”

  “Well, sometimes my emotions take the best of me, and I say and do stupid shit; But you knew damn well I’d have never actually hurt her, which is why you brought her here...”

  Eleanor screams in between the two of them, having reached her second orgasm, and Sincir watches with satisfaction as her legs shake and her toes curl next to Ena’s hands.

  He chuckles. “Give them a lick for me, would you? She is begging for it.”

  Ena blinks, while Eleanor’s eyes widen.

  “N-no, don-”

  He kisses her, shutting her up with his tongue while increasing the speed of his thrusts once more, this time intended on finishing himself off as well.

  He can tell Ena decided to do as instructed by way Eleanor squirms underneath him, her cheeks blushing and her muscles tensing slightly as she cries yet again, seemingly attempting to stop her hips from moving, but being unable to.

  “What’s wrong, love? Is your punishment too harsh? C’mon, beg for me...” he whispers to her while pyfully biting her upper lip, then running his tongue against it as he continues to thrust into her, increasingly faster, “Or I’ll ask Ena to lick something else next, and we’ll be here all night... You’ve sweat quite a bit since that cleaning spell I cast on your earlier, haven’t you? We could make it a double tongue bath...”

  Eleanor shakes her head, almost desperately so.

  “N-no!”

  “No?”

  “N-no, p-please!”

  Gncing up, Sincir realizes Ena is staring fixedly at the two of them while dutifully licking one of Eleanor’s soles, green-eyes feverishly taking in the nephilim’s begging expression... Heh, so much for not enjoying her suffering.

  Throwing a look toward Esme, Sincir finds her by the firepce with a simirly desperate look on her face as she repeatedly pinches both her nipples, needily rubbing her visibly wet thighs together as she watches the three of them... What a cute little thing, she is.

  As, he decides they’ve all suffered enough for the night, himself included.

  “...Fine, I think you’ve learned your lesson, so we’ll skip the tongue bathing this time... You know what that means, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” Eleanor screams through her moans, “Y-yes! Cream it! Cum all the way inside! Make me-!”

  Sincir cums, moaning softly and feeling Eleanor’s walls cmping around him as she quickly follows his orgasm with her own...

  “...Fucking hell,” he whispers once it is all over, the two of them having become a sweaty mess on top of each other, “Esme, come here... Ena, you can let her foot out of your mouth now. Was it that tasty?”

  Quickly releasing of Eleanor’s ankles and foot, the half-elf blushes, the look on her making it obvious she was in fact liking it... Well, a thought for another day, considering Esme all but jumps on top of him in the next second.

  “P-please! S-Sin!”

  Sincir doesn’t deny her, feeling his member growing hard once more as she climbs on top of his face and begins to grind her sex all over it, ignoring the fact Eleanor is still at the very bottom of their pile...

  With him sucking her clitoris, and how much teasing she has been through, Esme cums almost immediately, showering him in her juices as she squirts all over the two of them.

  Ena yelps, jumping back, and Sincir curses; Why is she the only one who does this shit, in any case? It’s almost as bad as peeing...

  Shaking his head exasperatedly once Esme also lies against the bed - now with a satisfied look on her face - next to a still gzed Eleanor, Sincir absently casts a cleaning spell over the three of them, before turning toward Ena, who cringes as she meets his gaze.

  “A-actually, I’m already good... I lost count of how many times you made me cum today, and I still feel a bit sore from what happened after dinner... Sin? Sin, why do I have the distinct impression you’re not listening to a word of what I’m say-”

  Pressing her against the bed’s headboard, Sincir kisses Ena hard enough to take her breath away, rubbing his erection against her stomach as he does so.

  “Mouth or ass...” he grunts at her, “Choose, or so will I...”

  Ena groans exasperatedly, but her voice is also thick with desire as she does so. “Okay t-then, fine! A-ass! There is no way I’m taking that thing down my throat!”

  Sincir immediately moves back, turns her around, and pulls down her shorts, taking only a brief moment to admire her puckered little hole before moving his tongue against it and beginning to lick, ignoring the way Ena trashes against him as he does so...

  A couple of fun minutes ter, once he finally feels her muscles rexing under his tongue, and allowing it inside, Sincir hums appreciatively, giving her ass one st slow, long lick, before moving back from it and spping her cheek, causing Ena to yelp.

  Noticing that the other two are now watching him, her bodies pressed together as they put their fingers to good use by shoving them into each other, Sincir smiles.

  What a group of horny perverts they all are... Is that his fault?

  Naw, they were all rotten from the beginning, and he was just lucky enough to find them.

  Laughing, he throws Ena next to the other two, ignoring her protests as he climbs on top of her, shoving her head down with his hand, and presses his raging erection against her covered in saliva, twitching asshole.

  “I’ve c-changed my mind! M-Mouth! Mouth! I know you can hear me, you fucker! Stop pretending your ears are-!”

  Ena’s screams become muffled once Eleanor turns over and covers the half-elf’s mouth with hers, her expression making it clear this is payback for all those kicks earlier...

  Feeling Ena’s body tensing beneath him, and then rexing once the nephilim visibly shoves her tongue inside her mouth, bringing a moan out of her, Sincir slowly presses his member forward, gradually penetrating her ass...

  Ena starts to shake, screaming muffedly while trashing her legs, but he holds her tightly, and continues to shove until his hips have met her ass, beginning to slowly thrust back and forth then...

  “Mine... All of you, love...” he finds himself whispering next to her ear, then pcing a soft bite against it as he does so, his voice all but a growl, “Every damn limb, finger, toe and appendage... Just the way they are. You think you can escape? You think you can run from me? A good girl like you...? Stare into the abyss for long enough, and you’ll meet its gaze... Now it’s too te to go back, Ena...”

  Ena screams, her body convulsing as it denounces her orgasm, and Sincir ughs, never stopping his hips.

  “That’s fucking right... Fight if you can... Pretend you have any say in it... But it was over the moment you stared into my eyes and admitted you wanted it, Ena! Now cum for me... I’ll make you into my fuck toy if that’s what it takes to keep you, and you better keep that in mind, Ena.”

  With him now actively pounding her ass as hard as he can, Ena cums again, and Sincir bites her shoulder as he notices his own orgasm approaching, whitening his thoughts even as he feels the taste of her blood against his tongue.