...They aren’t training at all today, are they?

  Sincir considers telling them to activate their buffs, at least for some concentration training, but the look on Eleanor’s gleaming eyes once he meets them stops him from doing so.

  All three of them - himself included, of course - are burning for each other at the moment, so hot that they can’t think of anything other than doing it, and doing it, and doing it... Their retionship is too new, having only started to blossom, and trying to resist the pull at this point is just a waste of time.

  Even if it means they’ll have some downtime for the next few weeks, where they’ll be fucking a lot more than being productive, they’ll need to get it out of their system before they can focus again...

  ...Fucking it is, then, and by the looks of it, all day long.

  Having yet to move after her decration earlier, Eleanor smiles at him. “I like the look in your eyes, little demon. Let’s make it memorable... And to start, watch something for me, pipsqueak, and tell me what you think of it.”

  Releasing Ena’s hair, Eleanor climbs over the bed, stepping one foot by each of his thighs, then slowly lowers herself, until she is crouched on top of him, with her sex lined with his member.

  With her knees spread, her muscles tensed, and her eyes gleaming, she makes for a heavenly sight (no pun intended) as she stands above him, smiling...

  Once Eleanor turns toward Ena, beckoning her closer with a finger, the still kneeling half-elf curses.

  “You can’t be serious-” she tries, but Eleanor is already shaking her head.

  “You wanted to walk the rough path, didn’t you...? So, what do you think of it? My body...?”

  Ena swallows. “It’s fucking gorgeous,” she groans begrudgingly, leaf-green eyes gleaming with undisguised jealousy as she stares up at the grinning nephilim, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  Eleanor hums softly, grabbing his member as she lowers herself slightly and drags its head against her drenched sex. “No... You don’t need to tell me I’m gorgeous; I can see the envy in your face, pipsqueak. What I wanted you to see... Was this.”

  Predicting what Eleanor has in mind, Ena grimaces. “You’re such a fucking b-”

  She doesn’t get to finish her sentence before Eleanor impales herself on his cock, taking it all the way in, and moaning loudly as she does so.

  Obviously, being on her knees by his thighs, Ena had a prime view of it happening, and as Sincir shudders, feeling Eleanor’s warmth squeezing his member tightly, she curses again.

  While slowly pulling herself up once more until only his head remains inside of her, Eleanor ughs. “Well, don’t stand there with that pathetic look of hatred on your face; Go ahead, get that tongue were it belongs, sugar.”

  Ena’s eyes widen.

  “What? You wanted the both of them, didn’t you...?”

  Eleanor goes down once more, all the way, and then back up again, causingSincir to curse softly as she causes his toes to curl inadvertently...

  Ena is still staring at the vision in front of her with disbelief. “You want me to...?” she murmurs, incredulously.

  “Lick it,” Eleanor orders, her voice cold and thick with desire as she continues to stare down at Ena over her shoulder, blue eyes gleaming feverishly, “Lick my fucking pussy, like you said you would, if you want to cum at some point today.”

  This time, as Eleanor goes down, she also shudders, her body shaking as she narrows her eyes slightly and stares at Ena with look of triumph on her face...

  Ena swallows, her eyes shifting from Eleanor’s face to their connected genitals, both of which now gleam with the nephilim’s juices. Then, she grimaces, seemingly steeling herself, before leaning forward and extending her tongue...

  The warmth of her tongue over his member causes Sincir to shudder, but it is nothing compared to how Eleanor immediately screams, now beginning to move seriously, and having Ena scream once more, this time in surprise.

  “Keep licking!” Eleanor screams at her, “If you stop now, I swear by everything, Ena...!”

  “O-okay, but you have to move s-slower...! I can’t like this, you idiot!”

  Eleanor clenches her teeth, making a visible effort to control herself as she slows the speed of her bouncing considerably once more... Right away, Sincir feels Ena’s tongue against his member once more, following the nephilim’s sex as it swallows his cock, now at a medium, stead pace...

  A look down reveals Ena’s face in between their legs, her eyes incensed as she does her best to awkwardly lick Eleanor’s pussy in spite of the nephilim’s movements...

  He doubts she is doing much to actually pleasure Eleanor, other than the humiliation factor, but more importantly... They are the ones being fucking tortured in this situation!

  “Eleanor!” Sincir groans through his clenched teeth, “Are you trying to frustrate the both of us to death?!”

  “I confess, it worked much better in my imagination!” she admits, sounding equally frustrated, “But I feel she’d win if we stop now...!”

  Ena snorts. “Nah, just keep edging yourself forever so you can humiliate me like the fucking petty bitch you are!” she mumbles, without ever stopping her awkwardly licking, “I’m starting to like it down here, anyway...!”

  “Okay, screw this!” Eleanor screams, suddenly stopping and grabbing Ena’s hair as she in order to forcibly push the half-elf away from their genitals, “Just watch it and masturbate to us like the pathetic fucking loser you are!”

  Sincir doesn’t have a chance to say she might be taking things a little too far before Eleanor turns her incensed gaze toward him, the tensing of her muscles being his only warning...

  “El-”

  She locks her mouth against him, shoving her tongue into it as her hips strike down, faster, harder than before, and without showing any signs they’re about to stop anytime soon...

  His world now being filled with her smell and taste, Sincir’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his toes curling again as his body is squeezed against her burning skin...

  ...Is Ena still watching them? Did she actually start touching herself?

  He’d like to take a peek, but holding on for his life - and activating an earth endurance buff - is all that Sincir can manage under the nephilim’s assault.

  He can tell when she cums for the the first time, because of her quivering sex around his member, but other than that, she hardly slows down...

  Did she lose her fucking mind?!

  “E-Eleanor!” he tries to say through her tongue attack, which shows no signs of ending anytime soon, “I-I c-can’t...! H-hold it like t-this!”

  “Just cum!” she whispers into his mouth, rough and breathlessly, “I don’t care for your stupid control...! Cum for me...! All the way inside!”

  However, in spite of her words, he can tell she is desperate, and far from satisfied... Was it the way he stared at Ena earlier, which triggered her this much?

  Or maybe what their half-elf said, in her seduction attempt...?

  In any case, he knows Eleanor would still be burning if he came now, and he refuses to accept being unable to satisfy her...

  ...Sincir smiles, then activates a strength buff on top of his endurance one, grabbing both of her nipples and twisting them hard enough to have her scream as he does so.

  The pause in her movements is brief, but long enough for him to grab her hips, shove her aside, and rise.

  Only sparing the wide-eyed - previously masturbating, if her fingers being inside her sex is anything to by, but now frozen - Ena a quick gnce, he immediately moves toward Eleanor, steps on top of her head, and grabs her hips again, pulling her ass up...

  Their eyes meet, hers having grown slightly wider, as he lines his member against her sex.

  “Next time, listen when I speak to you, idiot!”

  He sps her ass, hard enough to have Ena jump over the corner of his vision, and then shoves his cock inside, all the way in, causing Eleanor’s eyes to roll into the back of her head as she clenches her teeth, convulsing beneath him.

  He pays her orgasm no mind; Fucking her is what he feels like, being fucked is what she needs, and so, fucking her is what he does, as hard and fast as he can manage.

  Eleanor’s screams resonate through the room, accompanied by the sound of her ass being spped by him, and Sincir ughs, no longer paying any attention to his own urges...

  “Sincir!” she screams, pleadingly.

  “C’mon, call me your little demon, love! Let’s show Ena how we do it!”

  “F-fucking break me if you can, bastard!”

  “I only wish we could have the whole block hearing your screams, bitch...!”

  “I-!”

  Eleanor cums again, clenching her teeth, but he hardly slows down, this time casting a brief electric spell as he sps her again...

  Sincir quickly loses notion of time, his only focus being on maintaining his mana spending under control, the nephilim underneath him with her cute toes curled, and himself from cumming...

  His thoughts feel feverish, and a part of him tries to remind him that Ena was left to dry in all of this, but for the life of him, he can’t bring himself to stop...

  Not until he has squeezed it all out of her.

  Not matter how hot her fire... Heavenly or not... He’ll put it out and make her happy, even if it kills him...

  There is yet... To be born the woman he cannot satisfy...!

  Sincir hears his own ughter, and he is about to sp Eleanor again, when something grabs his ankle, causing him to lose his bance.

  Suddenly finding himself staring at the ceiling, he blinks.

  “That was fun...” he hears Eleanor’s voice, thick with anger, as she appears above him, eyes glowing hot-white, “Nearly damn pissed myself a couple of times there...”

  Sincir opens his mouth to speak, but she steps on top his face before he can do so, pushing her big toe into his mouth, and ordering him to suck.

  ...Fuck him, but he doesn’t even hesitate in doing so.

  “Good boy.”

  Eleanor is still holding his ankle, and she smiles at him as she uses it to line up their genitals again, before slowly sitting on top of his member until it has entered her completely...

  The position is a little awkward for the both of them, and she has to use his body to bance herself... But it feels damn good, and Sincir finds himself curling his toes as she slowly begins to grind against him, maintaining her gaze locked on his, and his member inside of her as she does so...

  Blue eyes gleaming feverishly, Eleanor uses the ankle she is holding to bring his foot toward her mouth, pcing a long lick against it as she continues to fuck him...

  “Cum for me,” she orders coldly.

  And he does so, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels Eleanor’s sex squeezing him dry one shoot of cum at a time...

  ...Once he is done, Eleanor slowly releases him, stepping away from his face, and again, Sincir finds himself staring at the ceiling, and panting heavily as he tries to figure what in the actual fuck just happened to him.

  She... One upped him?

  Like it was no big deal?

  “Come here,” he hears Eleanor saying, presumably toward Ena, since she is the only other person with them, “And kiss my foot.”

  Sincir turns his face on time to catch Ena shuddering under Eleanor’s cold gaze, her widened eyes and shocked expression suggesting that whatever little confidence she managed to build earlier might’ve been just destroyed by the scene the two of them showed her...

  ...Fuck.

  He should’ve known better than to py with heavenly fire, damn it... When is he going to learn his lesson?

  “Eleanor, stop it...” he tries, but Ena is already crawling forward, as though compelled to do so.

  Trembling slightly, she pces a soft kiss against the bridge of Eleanor’s foot, as she had done earlier, then meets the nephilim’s eyes again.

  “E-El...”

  “I can’t help it, lipsqueak...” Eleanor whispers, almost sadly, as she continues to sustain Ena’s eyes unblinkingly, “I was born with light and fire running through my blood...”

  Ena swallows.

  “And I feel it calling to me... Louder and louder and louder... Until I can’t help it anymore.”

  “El...” Ena repeats, this time as a whisper.

  Being still on top of the bed, Eleanor slowly crouches, spreading her knees as she exposes her sex, dripping with his cum, before the trembling half-elf.

  “You said you were going to take me to Heaven... That’s why this happened,” Eleanor whispers at Ena, her eyes glowing with otherworldly light as she does so, “Now shove your tongue in there, like a good bitch... I don’t care if it breaks something in you to do it.”

  Ena closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, then opens them again, smiling slightly as she does so. “You’re something else all right...” she murmurs as she meets the nephilim’s eyes once more, “But if you really didn’t care, you’d have grabbed my hair already... Is it hard to think, with all of those beating wings, fpping around in your head?”

  Eleanor blinks, her eyes returning to their normal color as they become filled with tears, and for a moment, Sincir thinks she might start crying right there and then.

  “S-sorry,” she tells Ena, “If I didn’t exist, your life would be-”

  Ena moves forward, interrupting her by pcing a soft kiss against the nephilim’s inner thigh, then shakes her head.

  “Never apologize for existing again,” she says, “I know the things I told you are what caused you to feel this way... But fuck past me; I’d punch her if I could.”

  Eleanor tries to rise, but Ena grabs her hips before she can do so, smiling at her, before slowly shifting her gaze to rest over the exposed sex before her.

  “This... It looks really tasty... Can I really?”

  Eleanor’s eyes widen. “Wait, you don’t have to! I was being a bi-”

  Ena moves forward, locking her mouth over Eleanor’s sex, and the nephilim’s screams, beginning to shake.

  “F-fuck! Are you retarded?!”

  Ena doesn’t respond, her eyes closing slightly, in apparent delight, as her jaw continues at move as a steady pace...

  Eleanor cries, arching her back, with tears streaming down her face, having to grab Ena’s hair in order to maintain her bance...

  Sincir... He can’t avert his eyes from his girls.

  Is this fine?

  He thought things were about to become fucked beyond recovery, and it’d have been his own fault for pushing them to reconcile before they were ready... But they’re made from tougher stuff than he gives them credit for, the two of them, aren’t they?

  Ena licks Eleanor thoroughly, her hand having begun to work her own sex at some point, and Eleanor cries over most of it, her pain, guilt, and pleasure having clearly broken through their shell, and now unable to be contained...

  Eventually, the nephilim sits down, her limbs seemingly unable to sustain her crouched position, and wraps her legs her around Ena’s torso, curling her toes as she does so... Not long after, she cries loudly, and Ena begins to shake, having never stopped her licking up to this point...

  Once the both of them are finally through their orgasms, Ena pulls away from Eleanor’s sex, smiling at her as their eyes meet.

  “I’m sorry about what I said... Was it Heaven-like, at least for a little?”

  Eleanor bites her lower lip, her eyes gleaming exasperatedly, and shakes her head while gently dragging her fingers against Ena’s cheek.

  “Even if I could, pipsqueak... I’d never fly away and leave you behind.”

  Ena blinks, swallowing. “C’mon... You know you’re too much for some boyish half-elf...”

  “Idiot. When did I ever say I wished you were anything other than what you already are? Loser or not... Pathetic or not... You’re mine now, pipsqueak, and I’ll never let it go.”

  Ena’s eyes widen. “I-”

  “Struggle against me if you want,” Eleanor cuts her, “But we both know I always get what I want in the end... And I want that ft ass under my foot, forever.”

  Ena shudders. “Eleanor...”

  “And just in case that wasn’t clear enough already; I’m never giving up the winner spot... So, if you want to step over my boobs and face again, you’re going to have to ask nicely.”

  Ena swallows, her eyes growing teary. “You’d...?”

  Eleanor snorts over the incredulity in the other girls face. “Let you? I’ll do whatever it takes, pipsqueak... Never forget that.”

  Well... He guesses girlfriends is close enough to friends? Maybe now they’ll finally stop bickering so much... But knowing how headstrong they can be, he won’t wait with his fingers crossed. Something tells him they could be married for millennia, and still find stupid reasons to fight each other...

  Realizing the two of them are now staring at him, Sincir blinks, quickly averting his gaze toward the ceiling as he feels a light wave of heat spreading over his cheeks.

  “...Is he upset?” Ena asks, causing him to grimace.

  “No, I’m not,” he lies.

  “...He is definitely upset,” she concludes through a whisper, “I think you caught him by surprise, El...”

  Eleanor snorts. “I caught him by surprise? You know this fucker was trying to get me to piss myself in front of you, right?”

  ...Well, he thought it might happen, and that it’d help with Ena’s confidence a little, but saying he was aiming for it...

  “What, really? Does that mean he... No, of course he made me piss myself on purpose that time; He knows exactly what he is doing when it comes to sex... Say, El, what shall we ever do with him...? Losing control, bringing stray after stray home, going out whenever he feels like it...”

  Sincir turns away from them, staring at the wall.

  ...For the record, he does so because he is tired, not upset.

  “He’s definitively been a bad boyfriend,” Eleanor agrees, her voice dry and slightly cold, “Do you think some more punishment would straighten his ways...?”

  Ena snorts. “I doubt it... He is as hopeless as they come. But it’d certainly makes us feel better, wouldn’t it?”

  Once he hears them beginning to move toward him, Sincir shudders.

  Lords, they’re relentless, and so impossible to control he sometimes wonders why he even bothers trying...

  ...Don’t turn away now, idiot.

  “Sin...? Are you actually upset...?” Ena whispers into his ear, softly brushing her lips against it as she drags a hand up his arm comfortingly, “El won’t say it, but she is worried she might’ve hurt your pride by one upping you in front of me...”

  Sincir grimaces. Do they really think he is that fragile?

  What happened with Eleanor was a surprise, sure, but it’s not his first time having the tables turned around on him; Sunnazoth has always been as fiery as they come, and fucking Saendara while maintaining any sort of control might as well have been the same as trying to touch the sun without being burned...

  No; The reason he is upset is because he let them down, and their retionship was almost ruined again because of it... Eleanor was clearly close from losing control, and he failed to maintain her in check through the one thing he is supposedly good at...

  Why the fuck are the two of them even with him for, if he can’t do them correctly? They might as well ditch him and walk toward sundown with their hands tied together in commemoration of their new retionship with each other...

  Out of the corner of his vision, Sincir catches Ena and Eleanor exchanging a look.

  “...I was starting to think he was really infallible,” Ena murmurs with a light chuckle.

  “You big baby,” Eleanor adds with a shake of head, “Aren’t you ashamed of sulking at your age?”

  Feeling his cheeks growing even hotter, Sincir tries to rise past them, only so, predictably, Eleanor immediately pushes him down again, holding her hand over his chest as she smiles at him.

  “...I’m thirteen,” he grumbles at her once their eyes meet, “And I think lunch has been ready for a while now. Move your hand, please.”

  “Lunch can wait,” Eleanor retorts, “And you being thirteen would make me a pedo, idiot.”

  Ena rolls her eyes. “Just apologize and be done with it, El...”

  Eleanor ignores her, maintaining her gaze locked against his. “Do you even understand why I pushed you away, dumbass?” she asks him.

  “...Because I ignored what you wanted and did things my way?”

  Eleanor seems to hesitate for a moment, then sighs. “Because I caught pipsqueak crying while watching us out of the corner of my eyes.”

  Ena freezes, her face palling.

  “...Oh,” he murmurs.

  Seeing how him and Eleanor fucked, and probably thinking that she could never compete with the other girl, must’ve shattered her confidence again... So much for helping her build it up earlier.

  “No, the two of you don’t need to feel bad; I’m the one who pushed things and made so they ended being this way... As always,” Eleanor says quietly, averting her gaze away as she does.

  “Sorry, El... I told myself I wouldn’t be jealous, but you just looked so awesome... I didn’t know sex could look like that, and I realized I couldn’t never imagine myself doing Sin that way... Or him doing me the way he was doing you,” Ena murmurs, her eyes having grown teary again, “If I wasn’t so damn pathetic...”

  Eleanor tightens her jaw. “Yeah... I was having the time of my fucking life, and you ruined it for me, dumbass... I was angry, and then I thought: If she is already broken, then I might as well finish things, and pack my things ter...”

  “Idiot,” both Sincir and Ena say at once.

  Eleanor grimaces. “You two are the st people I wanna hear that from.”

  Sincir chuckles, then sighs, turning toward Ena and meeting her gaze as he does so. “Look, Ena, sex is a very particur thing... The way I do it with Eleanor is a result of both of our personalities, and of course, it wouldn’t work with you... However, she wouldn’t be able to do it with me the way we did it st night, either. Do you remember it?”

  She blushes. “Are you kidding me? I could live for another billion years, and I’d never forget it.”

  Having been watching the two of them, Eleanor perks up, her eyes gleaming curiously. “Is that so...? I was wondering what happened after we left, for her to wake up hugging you so tightly it hurt... Show me.”

  Both him and Ena blink.