Once Ena manifests herself as wanting to go first, saying that she’d like to get it over with, Sincir smiles and waves toward Eleanor.

  “Okay, choose a pte, then, and we’ll start.”

  Ena blinks, and Eleanor grimaces.

  “Motherfucker... You know we are actually hungry, right?” the nephilim hisses at him.

  Sincir shrugs. “I warned you... Who is the baby now?”

  Ena groans. “I assume choosing her stomach won’t cut it...?”

  He smiles at her. “You know your choices, love... I showed them to you earlier, remember?”

  Ena shudders. “I was afraid you’d say that. El, which one would you...?”

  “Prefer?” Eleanor retorts drily, “I think it’s best if we don’t go there.”

  “She means that she’s prefer you to choose her feet, since it’d be the least painful, and least shameful for her,” Sincir supplies, causing Eleanor to immediately gre at him again, “However, that’d be the most shameful for you, and probably not your preference...”

  “Choose what you would prefer, Ena,” Eleanor interjects, still gring daggers at him as she does so, “One way or another, we’ll hurt and disgrace the other, which is the point of this, but I refuse to let Sincir see us squirming again, like earlier... Whichever you choose, I’ll deal with it.”

  Ena bites her lower lip. “I... Sorry, but eating from your foot would be a bit much for me, El, unless I had no other choice, and I think your armpits would hurt far too much...” She grimaces. “Fucking hell, there is really no choice, again, is there? How does he keep doing it?!”

  “I’d like to point out the fact that I literally offered the two of you a choice at every step of the way...”

  Gazes now locked, they ignore him.

  “It’s fine, we can put up with a bit of pain,” Eleanor says, reassuringly, then smiles as she continues, “And now you’ll have an excuse to get back at him once he is defenceless... Just imagine all the ways you’ll be able to bully him then, other than tickling...”

  Ena licks her lips, smiling slightly. “Okay, you do bring a good point...”

  Hey, what happened with nice sex at nighttime?

  “...Fine, let’s do it, then,” Ena concedes, turning to him as she does so, “Make sure to have fun, Sin, so I won’t have to hold back when my turn comes around.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “I never expected you to... Now, Eleanor, we’ll have your ass be a nice pte for Ena, since that was her pick, but I’ll let you chose how you want to do it, exactly... The position, specifically. Keep it in mind, if you drop the food, I’ll have to punish her, and vice versa, so make sure to find something comfortable and stable... Take your time, and don’t worry about the food growing cold; I’ll heat it up as many times as needed.”

  As he grins at her, Eleanor’s left brow twitches. Then, shaking her head, she lies over the bed, pulling her legs up until her feet touches her bed’s headboard, where she locks them; Considering her hands are still tied at her back, it is a mildly impressive dispy of esticity on her part, and more importantly, it leaves nothing to the imagination regarding her privates, now in full view of him and Ena.

  “...Try not to droll all over the pte,” Eleanor murmurs drily once he simply stares for a moment, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

  Sincir sighs. “You see why I enjoy bullying her, Ena? No respect to speak of, no matter how many times it backfires on her to provoke me... Whatever. Are you two ready? Once we start, I won’t stop unless you decide to tap out completely.”

  Throwing a gnce toward the still steaming pte of food, Ena swallows. “Okay... I’m ready. El?”

  The nephilim rolls her eyes. “I’d like to keep pointing my ass up for as long as possible, actually, so please, waste some more time...”

  Sincir doesn’t mind the view, obviously, but since he can’t stall forever, he takes a spoon of food at st, showcasing it to Eleanor, then carefully drops the food in between her ass cheeks, smiling as she intakes a sharp breath of air, immediately cursing out loud.

  “Sin!” Ena screams as she sees the obvious pain in the other girl’s expression.

  Sincir shrugs. “You’re the one who can help her, love... I’d suggest against panicking.”

  Her eyes widening, Ena immediately leans forward, beginning to blow over the steaming food, and having obviously ignored his advice... Unfortunately for her, she soon causes bits of it to fall off by doing as much, and Sincir shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

  “I told you not to drop any, didn’t I?” he says, before casting a heating spell over the mouthful of food held by Eleanor’s ass, which causes it to grow visibly steamier.

  The nephilim screams, then gres at the other girl. “Ena!”

  “I-I’m s-sorry! I didn’t realize he meant that we couldn’t drop a single bit!”

  “Shut up and eat it already, idiot!”

  Ena’s eyes widen again, and she hesitates; Clearly, she is not looking forward to putting the hot food in her mouth.

  “Ena!” Eleanor screams once more, her forehead now showcasing drops of sweat as her legs begin to shake.

  Ena tightens her jaw, leaf-green eyes gleaming with determination at st, then quickly leans down, taking the food into her mouth and then immediately swallowing...

  If the pain in the half-elf’s eyes is anything to go by, her mouth and throat weren’t spared of a good burn, and once she pulls away, Sincir takes a brief moment to appreciate the now gleaming, slightly red skin surrounding Eleanor’s asshole...

  As he prepares a second spoon, he smiles happily, not bothering on trying to hide his satisfaction.

  “Sin!” Ena screams once she notices what he is about to do.

  Eleanor’s eyes widen, visible fear fshing through her expression.

  “Was it fun, watching me drown in your spit st night?” he asks them sweetly, not pausing his hand in the slightest before dropping some more food over the nephilim’s irritated skin.

  “Fucking bastard!” Eleanor screams, arching her back slightly as the food settles over her skin, and unfortunately dropping almost half of it in virtue of it.

  Sincir sighs. “Sorry, Ena... Your tongue.”

  The half-elf quickly shifts in between him and the squirming, desperate nephilim...

  “...I won’t let you eat until you take your punishment,” he adds.

  Ena grimaces, but does quickly extend her tongue outwards, which he grabs, casting a brief, but strong, electric spell over...

  She shudders, gring at him, and then immediately leans down to eat again...

  “...I-I’m sorry, El! Try to hang on, okay!? We need to focus!” Ena says once she is done swallowing.

  Seeing that he is already preparing a third spoon, Eleanor curses, clenching her teeth, and tightens her muscles...

  This time, as the food nds on her, she doesn’t move at all, though her face pales visibly.

  Sincir ughs. “Good job!” he tells her, earning himself a murderous gre in response.

  For once, having clearly prepared herself, Ena doesn’t wait, immediately attempting to eat almost as soon as the food settles over the nephilim’s skin... Only to drop most of it once the hot substance enters her mouth, coughing.

  Grimacing incredulously over the scene, Eleanor gres at her. “Idiot!” she screams, “Did you think I was screaming for fun?! Of course it’ll be hotter if you try to eat it immediately!”

  Sincir ughs again, this time shaking his head as he does so. “Sorry, Eleanor... Would you prefer a pinch, or a shock?”

  Without waiting for her answer, he pinches her nipple, shocking it.

  “Motherfucker! Sincir, I swear by everything-!”

  “Calm now, we’re still only four spoons in... But I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you a two minute break, in exchange for putting that pretty mouth of yours to work during that time... What do you say?”

  Seeing that he is already filling another spoon, Eleanor’s eyes widen. “You think I’ll give in over a bit of pain?! Go fuck yourself!”

  “We’ll take it!” Ena screams, causing him to pause, “Sorry, El, but we need some time to think about this...!”

  Sincir chuckles, beginning to lower his pants, and Eleanor grimaces, gring at Ena.

  “You fucking suck it, then,” she murmurs coldly, “Since it appears that half-elf mouth isn’t good for anything else other than talking big and sucking cock, anyway.”

  Ena cringes. “Okay, maybe I deserved that one... Just try to think of a pn while I suck his thing, okay?” she murmurs as she begins to lean toward his half standing member.

  Sincir pces the pte aside to give Ena better access, who flinches slightly as she begins to suck, having obviously burned her mouth a good deal already...

  Ignoring the part of him that feels bad for her, he focuses on the warmth of her mouth surrounding his member, and the feeling of conquer over knowing she is doing it in spite of her pain...

  Releasing a soft breath of relief, he looks toward Eleanor, who is still staring daggers at him, and smiles at her, before extending a hand toward her ass as he begins to gently circle her saliva covered asshole with his finger...

  Although he can tell she is trying her best not to, Eleanor still squirms under his touch, pain fshing through her expression as he carcasses the hurt, sensitive skin...

  Once Ena drags her tongue over his member’s head, flinching against as she does so, Sincir moans softly. “Fuck, do you know how bad I want to fuck you right now, love? Make you scream as you take me...? It’s funny, isn’t it...? We both know you’d take me willingly, but I still want to force you... We just made up, and I want to have you angry with me again... I want to see those blue eyes alight, with pain, anger, and pleasure, all at once...”

  Under his intense gaze, Eleanor swallows. “You fucked up motherfucker.”

  “Maybe...” Sincir admits softly, “But you didn’t tell me no, did you?”

  Jumping once he presses his finger slightly harder against her ass, Eleanor gres at him. “Very perceptive...”

  “Does that mean you want it? The pain...?”

  She shudders, before snorting softly. “Maybe... Maybe I think I deserve it...”

  “Going by your fantasy from early, I know you think you do...” he smiles at her, “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you up until you feel better, and then we can cuddle through a nice bath... I’ll give you everything you want, and more, Eleanor, until you can’t think of nothing else but me...”

  Eleanor’s eyes gleam intensely as they rest against his, and they seem to say it might be a little too te for that already.

  Sincir chuckles. “Okay, time is up,” he says, pulling Ena up by her hair, then casting a heating spell over the pte as he grabs it again, “I hope you’ve used your break wisely.”

  Eleanor immediately gres at Ena once the half-elf’s straightens herself, meeting her gaze. “Pay attention, pipsqueak, and Creator help me if you fuck it up again; The moment he drops the food, you’ll blow on it, softly, for five seconds, and then you’ll eat it... I don’t care how much it hurts your mouth by that point, five seconds is all I can take, is that clear?”

  Her eyes widening slightly, Ena quickly nods. “Five seconds; Got it.”

  Still, in spite of having prepared herself for the pain this time, Eleanor clenches her teeth once the hot food hits her skin, beginning to shake slightly even as Ena quickly leans down to carefully start blowing over the steaming bits...

  “Eat it, dumbass!”

  Ena does so, not bothering to chew and making a pained face as the still steaming food goes down her throat...

  Smiling over their suffering, Sincir doesn’t wait more than a second before dropping the next spoon.

  “Motherfucker!” Eleanor screams, seeming to barely stop herself from jumping.

  For her credit, Ena doesn’t hesitate this once, immediately beginning to blow over the food while being careful not to cause any to drop...

  Her legs now shaking heavily, Eleanor cries softly, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, and yet, she doesn’t move until Ena has swallowed the food again, jumping and cursing loudly as soon as she is able to...

  Then, seeing the filled spoon in his hand, already on its way toward her ass, Eleanor pales, her eyes widening.

  “W-wait! B-break!”

  Sincir pauses, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you wouldn’t give in over a bit of pain?”

  Ena, having one hand over her mouth with a pained expression, shakes her head, making it clear she won’t be able to blow him this time.

  Having noticed the state of the half-elf as well, Eleanor grimaces. “Damn it, Sincir! I’ll do it this time, but give me a minute...!”

  Sincir makes a show of considering her proposition, then nods. “Let’s do it like this; Change positions for me, putting your ass up, and I’ll let you suck my toes for a minute or two while I py with that little abused asshole... If you don’t move immediately, I’ll assume you don’t want that break.”

  Eleanor gres at him poisonously, but she does move to obey his instructions, twisting herself in order to turn over and raise her ass...

  Setting their pte of food aside once more, Sincir chuckles as he rises over the bed, standing above her, then gently spreading her ass cheeks in order to revel the reddened, irritated skin in the middle, taking some time to appreciate the way she squirms fearfully under his touch, trembling slightly.

  “Apologize for being a constant pain in my ass,” he orders.

  “F-fuck off... Go fuck yourself!” Eleanor groans.

  Sincir clicks his tongue, steeping over her head and pressing it down as he does so, then gently beginning to rub his member’s head against her asshole...

  Eleanor screams. “FUCK! O-okay, I’m s-sorry, you fucking dipshit!”

  “For?”

  “For b-being a pain in the a-ass!”

  “Well, now you know how it feels... Thank me for the lesson.”

  Now shuddering heavily underneath him, Eleanor cries softly. “T-thank you... F-for t-the l-lesson...”

  “Toes,” he reminds her while moving his foot and pcing it next to her face instead.

  “Y-you fucking bastard...” Eleanor groans, though she is already obediently opening her mouth as she does so, taking his big toe into it in spite of her pained expression...

  The warm, wet feeling causes Sincir to shudder, and it takes a considerable amount of his self-control in order to pull his cock away from her abused asshole’s entrance (instead of shoving it in), in order to begin to rub it gainst her ass cheek instead...

  Gncing at Ena, he realizes she is watching the two of them with widened eyes; Or, more specifically, Eleanor’s apologetic, pleading expression as she obediently sucks on his toes...

  He smiles at her. “No need to act so shocked... From what you’ve seen us do, it should’ve become obvious enough at this point that she likes it when I make her my bitch, and that her pride won’t be broken over something like this. You think I’m forcing her to do this? Naw, she is just that fucked up in the head... The funny part is, I tried my best to resist it at first, but dear Eleanor is awfully good at getting her way, isn’t she?”

  Once he sps her ass, Eleanor shudders.

  “Suck harder, love... Anyway, were was I...? Yeah, she is like a fucking dog with a bone, and the nicer I tried to treat her, the more she pushed me in the opposite direction, until I found myself dragging her up a staircase by her hair...” Sincir shakes his head. “Esme would’ve called me a moth attracted by her fme, and at this point, I can’t even deny she would’ve been right.”

  Ena chuckles. “I can see that... And with everything that happened earlier, I’m not sure she wants us to treat her nicely.”

  He clicks his tongue. “What Eleanor wants and what Eleanor needs are, unfortunately, not the same thing, which is why you’re not the only one getting a nice massage during our bath, and why she’ll be cuddled to sleep ter today, whether she wants to or not...”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes, though she doesn’t stop sucking his toe to do so.

  Sincir smiles. “I guess this means you’re ready for more.”

  Shifting positions, he grabs the pte again, casts a heating spell over it, and sits on top of her head, facing her raised ass.

  “New rule; You’ll eat when I tell you to, Ena, and not before... Until then, you’ll keep that burned tongue buried in here,” he says while using his free hand to slowly spread the nephilim’s glistening sex before Ena’s widened eyes, “Since you’ve both failed miserably at this exercise so far, consider this your punishment.”

  Eleanor shudders underneath him. “Wait-!”

  “No, you’ll take the pain, you stupid masochist, and you’ll take how much of it I tell you to, or I swear I’ll treat you like you’re made of gss for the next week... I’ll grab your fucking hand to cross the street.”

  She shudders again. “F-fucking bastard... Whatever, it’s just a bit of pain...”

  Is that a hind of fear he hears in her voice...?

  Good; Maybe she’ll finally stop her self-destructive behavior if he hurts her enough, since nothing else seems to have worked so far...

  Though she hesitates for a second, Ena does lean forward in the end, maintaining her eyes locked against his, and flinching slightly as she begins to lick Eleanor’s sex earnestly..

  Grabbing a spoon of steaming food, Sincir smiles at her while gently dropping it between the nephilim’s cheeks, then spreading them open with his fingers in order to have it reach in between them.

  Eleanor squirms, her muscles tensing as she begins to shake, but doesn’t say anything other than a small groan.

  “What was that, love? Does it hurt...? If you beg to suck my toes again, I might consider blowing on it a little for you...”

  Eleanor cries through clenched teeth, squirming some more.

  “...Or maybe we should have you licking my ass this time? I’m starting to think you like the first option a little too much to be considered a punishment, at this point...”

  “...Fucking bastard!” Eleanor cries softly, “Sadistic demon...!”

  “I thought you liked pain? Or does it only feel good when it’s self inflicted?”

  Ena sucks on her clitoris, flinching as she does so, and Eleanor moans, her voice pained as she curls her toes and arches her back slightly.

  “...I guess that’s a no. Look at you, squirming for me like a good girl... There’s still two spoons left until we reach half pte, love. Sure you can handle it?”

  Eleanor chuckles coldly. “Leave them on top of my ass until they grow cold... It feels so fucking good...” she murmurs hoarsely, her voice denouncing her pain as well as her pleasure, “Fucking shame I actually agreed to this... Wish you had forced me...!”

  Sincir grimaces, meeting Ena’s eyes as she raises her gaze toward him.

  “Take it you didn’t mean for her to enjoy it?” the half-elf whispers through her licking, ughing softly as she does so, “Does it defeat the point...?”

  Sincir sighs. “Whatever, just eat already... The food has grown cold by now.”

  Ena ughs some more, pulling her mouth back from the nephilim’s sex and moving it up to swallow the bits of food covering her ass... She also goes out of her way to gently lick Eleanor’s irritated skin as she does so, spreading her saliva over it, seemingly in an attempt at soothing the pain somewhat...

  The nephilim cries, curling her toes again.

  “You’re welcomed,” Ena tells her as she goes down again, “Let’s not make it a habit of ruining my lunch with your sweaty ass, though, okay?”

  Sincir takes only a brief moment to appreciate Eleanor’s quivering asshole and the red, saliva covered skin surrounding it, before dropping the next spoon of steaming food over it...

  This time, Eleanor screams, quickly kicking her feet against the bed several times in an attempt at coping with the pain as the hot food settles over her already hurt skin, even as she vehemently maintains her ass from moving and the food from dropping...

  Sincir sighs. “Aren’t you lucky? Had we not healing spells, I’d have to use healing salve and have you shamefully spread yourself for hours until it felt better... You might have to stay without sitting for a week or two. Would you like that, you hopeless pervert? Having that shameless asshole on dispy for hours at a time, squirming as you handle the pain?”

  Eleanor cries loudly, her upper body convulsing underneath her. “Fucking... would love it...!” she screams, ughing.

  “Thought as much... You can eat now, Ena.”

  Ena does so, once more going out of her way to lick her rival’s irritated skin while gobbling the food, which she swallows without chewing...

  Watching the half-elf’s tongue gently moving over Eleanor’s quivering asshole as she cries softly beneath him, Sincir chuckles.

  “Last spoon, Eleanor... Should I let you cum before it’s over? You won’t have a chance to, once Ena’s turn comes around.”

  “Price...” Eleanor murmurs hoarsely, “What is...?”

  “I’ll get to cum too... Guess where?”

  She ughs. “Awesome... Wonder if hot cum will taste any different... Tell pipsqueak to suck on my clit again, and not stop until I cum my fucking brains out...”

  Grabbing the st spoon of steaming food meant for Eleanor as the pte reaches a half empty state -or half full, if you’re the optimistic type (ugh) - Sincir smiles. “You heard her, love.”

  Eleanor screams, and this time, he has to actually push down against her upper body in order to keep her from moving enough to drop the food; As her body shakes, her back arches, and she curls her toes, Ena begins to suck earnestly, seemingly ignoring her own pain in virtue of doing her best to pleasure the other girl.

  Seeing the nephilim’s tied hands scratching hopelessly against her skin, next to her lower back, and leaving red marks, Sincir bites his lower lip, torn in between his sadistic pleasure and his sympathy for the stupid woman beneath him...

  However, as much as he is enjoying the view, he did promise he was going to cum over her food in exchange for her orgasm, and his cock isn’t going to get there on its own, so Sincir pces the now half empty pte aside (never been much of an optimistic, honestly) in order to jerk himself as he watches the both of them suffer...

  Eleanor’s screams having grown into soft whimpers, he realizes she is murmuring apologies under her breath as she cries, though to whom, he is not sure.

  Ena...? Father Anders? Her mother and destroyed vilge, for having survived when they did not? In any case, Sincir doubts he is the one she is apologizing to, even if he is the cause of her current suffering...

  Eleanor’s orgasm begins suddenly, her voice rising once more, and his own isn’t far behind it, which he aims at the nearby pte once Ena moves up to eat her st spoon of food.

  It is messy, and he moves off of Eleanor as soon as the three of them are done (Ena with the food, the two of them with their orgasms), gently helping the nephilim stretch her spasming legs...

  Eleanor is now crying openly, sobbing softly, and Ena is still licking her asshole, having her face buried in between her cheeks, as he leans down to kiss her, whispering that everything will be fine, while gently hugging her trembling body...

  “And you know why, love...? Because even if God or the universe doesn’t forgive you, I’ve already done so...” he whispers against her lips as she continues to cry in his embrace, “Because even if you want the pain, they’ll have to get through me before lying a hand on you... I’ll become the scariest monster out there, if that’s what it takes to keep you safe from here on out... So cry as much as need to, but let me love you a little...”