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123 – You’re Mine Too

  “That’s fucking right, squirm for me,” Ena whispers into his ear as she causes him to arch his back with a particurly bad attack of tickling.

  Tears of ughter have long begun to run down his face... Not that he is able to ugh out loud at the moment.

  “I think he is beginning to recover some of his strength,” Eleanor points out, “Esme, are you okay down there?”

  “It’s easy to hold him if I sit on his legs, so I’m fine for a while more...”

  Motherfuckers! For how long do they pn on keeping this up for?!

  Sincir feels like hours have passed, though he can’t be certain without a way to cheek the time.

  Sighing, Ena pulls back from him somewhat, throwing the feather aside as she does so... Sincir knows she is not giving up, however, as this is not the first break she took since they started, and sure enough, she begins to gently drag her fingers against his sides a moment ter, causing his toes to curl as he bites his gag, being forced into another fit of muffled ughter...

  He can feel his limit approaching, at least when it comes to his bbber, and he knows he has no hope of sting until morning, if things continue like this... Ena seem determined to keep going for however long it takes, and he knows Eleanor would never give up on a challenge...

  Ena presses her fingers against his armpits, suddenly increasing the intensity of her tickling several times over, and Sincir arches his back once more, his eyes widening as he curses muffledly.

  “...What if he never does it?” Esme asks from her pce, straddling over his legs as she holds them down, “Don’t you think we should at least give him a chance to beat us...? You said he gave a deadline for your game, Ena.”

  As she continues to tickle him, Ena smiles coldly. “He just needs to hold until my fingers cramp up so much that I can no longer move them, or I pass out from sleep deprivation... He wins in that case.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes... Which proves to be a horrible mistake, because it breaks his focus for a precious second.

  “Ah! Something leaked! I saw it!” Esme screams, causing Sincir to hate her, if only for a brief moment.

  Smiling triumphantly, Ena immediately stops her tickling in order to throw a look over her shoulder, undoubtedly spotting the few drops of pee he allowed to escape during his moment of distraction.

  Fuck, damn it all to Hell...! C’mon, fucking body, cooperate with him a little...!

  Unfortunately, since demons seldom eat solid foods, feeling no hunger or thirst, he doesn’t have as much experience with holding in on this particur physical urge...

  What in the fuck are they doing?!

  Realizing the girls have begun to raise his ankles during his second moment of distraction, Sincir screams into his gag, cursing at them, and trashing about... But of course, they ignore him, each holding one of his legs with a hand as they bring his hips up, positioning it in front of his face.

  Then, dragging her fingertips against his inner thigh, Ena meets his murderous gre and smiles at him.

  “Does it remind you of something...?”

  Esme throws him and apologetic look, though she doesn’t release him or speak up in his defense this time.

  “...Do you think we should remove his gag, El?” Ena asks after a few moments of facing his gaze triumphantly, “You could hold his mouth open, like before...”

  “It’s fine like this; It’ll get into his nose, since it’s the only pce he can breath from, and he won’t be able to hold his breathing with you tickling him...”

  Sincir grimaces, and, in view of current circumstances, throws Ena a somewhat pleading look... If they least take off his gag, he can try to convince them to walk him outside to do it or something... He’ll do it in front of them, which is humiliating enough, and he’ll have given in, but at least he won’t do it all over himself.

  Ena shakes her head. “I don’t care for your begging, Sin. I’m trying to prove a point here... Like you did with El this morning, remember?”

  Fuck, she is still too angry to forgive him. Isn’t there anything...?

  “Stop being a bitch and take it like a man,” Eleanor says, “I’m starting to think your ego is a bit more fragile than I thought...”

  Seeing that Ena is grabbing a feather again, he swallows.

  “...Ena, go for his ass for a bit; That’ll give him an erection, and it’ll make it harder for him to do it... That way, the moment will st longer.”

  Motherfucker! Is she serious?!

  Seeing no other option, and that things are only about to become worse for him from here on out, Sincir decides to cut his losses; He releases his hold over his bbber, immediately drenching himself in a jet of his own piss...

  Esme yelps, but Ena just smiles triumphantly again, grabbing his member so she’ll be able to aim the stream straight at his face...

  ...Damn it, it feels good to let it go, in spite of everything else.

  Of course, he holds his breathing throughout the whole thing, in spite of Eleanor’s attempts to have him release it... And finally, once it is over, he takes a breath of relief (a mental one) shuddering slightly.

  “...He looks happy,” Esme points out after a few moments of silence in between the three of them, “Is that what you were going for, Ena?”

  Eleanor snorts. “Of course he is happy... He was holding it in for hours. But the memory of this moment will now haunt him forever.”

  Realizing she is right, Sincir grimaces, his relief forgotten. In any case, why aren’t they releasing him yet?

  Ena...?

  Realizing the half-elf still has a feather in her grip, and that her gaze hasn’t grown any less colder than before, Sincir pales.

  “...You two did what I asked you to, right?”

  Both Eleanor and Esme nod, neither looking surprised by her question.

  “You see, Sincir, our talk this morning got me thinking, and I realized you seem to have the wrong idea about this whole thing... About me and El,” Ena continues, now facing his gaze as she smiles and slowly drags her feather against his ass, tickling it softly...

  Feeling his face growing hotter already, and his member beginning to harden, Sincir tries to avert his face, only to have Eleanor force it up once more.

  “...But you’ll understand what I mean soon enough.”

  Once she drags the stupid feather against his asshole, beginning to tickle it for real, Esme also leans forward and pces a long lick over his inner thigh, approaching his hanging, rapidly hardening member...

  Sincir tenses his muscles, trashing about, and he almost manages to free himself from their grip, but Eleanor quickly takes over the leg Esme was holding with her free hand.

  “You went through that whole trouble of marking me in such a lovingly way,” Ena says, “ To convince me to stay... And then, when you suddenly left, I realized why that had made me so upset...”

  With Esme now licking his balls, and Ena’s tickling, he is soon fully hard.

  “...Esme, jerk him like you mean it,” Ena orders.

  “You got it, boss,” the librarian murmurs as she wraps her hand around his member and begins to pump it, going fast and squeezing it as she does so.

  “...It’s not fair, Sin, if you’re the only one to mark us,” Ena murmurs at st.

  Then, rising, she switches position, slowly crouching above his face as she continues to tickle his ass... Realizing what she is about to do, Sincir widens his eyes.

  She couldn’t mean...?!

  “Me, wearing a colr with your name on it...? I’m fine with that; As long as you understand that you’re mine too, bitch.”

  Ena pisses, aiming his face and releasing a satisfied sigh of relief as she does so.

  Of course, Eleanor makes so he can’t turn his face away from it, and this time, since Ena is actually tickling him throughout it, he can’t even hold his breath...

  “Fuck, that felt so good...” Ena murmurs once the st drops of her piss have hit his face, throwing him a look over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes once she meets his gaze, “You got that, didn’t you? Run away if you want, fuck other girls if you want... But you won’t forget who you belong to, no matter how far you go, or how much time passes.”

  ...Well, would you look at that; It seems he is not the only one with strong possessive feelings of the two of them.

  “I’m next!” Esme excims, plopping her mouth from his balls in order to do so.

  ...She is what now?

  “Go for it; I’ll take over his cock,” Ena retorts, not sounding surprised in the slightest.

  But of course they pnned the whole fucking thing! He knew their little alliance couldn’t spell anything good...!

  Watching Ena switch pces with Esme, he trashes around again, cursing them muffledly, to no avail... And once Esme has positioned herself above his face, she throws him a slightly apologetic look, smiling softly.

  “Ena told us to drink a bunch of water today, and to not go, even if we felt like it... Sorry, but I’m about to burst, and it’ll be a lot of it... Don’t forget who is first girlfriend, okay?”

  Being pissed on for the third time in a row, Sincir curses his taste for women...

  Since Ena doesn’t stop jerking his member or tickling him throughout it, the overload of sensations nearly causes him to pass out... But he manages to hold it, just barely, even as he chokes on Esme’s piss, which burns its way down his nose...

  Once Esme is done, having released a small sigh of relief, she stares at him apologetically again, shuddering as she seems realize how much of a bad time she put him through.

  “Oh, shit... Make me take yours at some point so that we’re even, okay?” she murmurs guiltily before moving away.

  Throwing a look toward Ena, he realizes she is now touching herself as she jerks him, having dropped the tickling, and the vision of her moaning with her face near his member almost brings him over the edge...

  But Eleanor suddenly grabs his hair, pulling his head back, and smiles as she meets his gaze.

  “...Should I take it easy on you, love? Have you had enough?”

  ...Naw, go for it.

  She chuckles. “I take it back, what I said about your ego... Thanks for letting us have some fun tonight.”

  Raising herself, she crouches and takes position above his face, giving him a prime view of her underside... With her holding his hair and pulling his head back, his nostrils are pointing up, and Sincir knows she is doing it on purpose, but the vision of her drenched sex is still hot enough so he finally reaches his orgasm under Ena’s fast jerking...

  ...And as he cums, Eleanor begins to piss, aiming his nose.

  He’d have cursed, if he could; As it is, not passing out is already an accomplishment...

  With his eyes burning, and his ears buzzing a little, Sincir blinks a couple of times as he finds himself staring at the ceiling. He realizes it is finally over by the fact his arms and legs are free.

  The girls are staring at him, looking guilty and awkward, and seeming not to know what to say at this point...

  He wished they had helped him out of his gag, but since his arms are free again, he does it himself, pulling Eleanor’s drenched panties away, then opening his mouth to pull Ena’s...

  “...Hey, geniuses,” he murmurs hoarsely, once he is finally able to, gring at them as he does so, “If you make me empty my mana, and then you piss all over our bed... Where exactly are we going to sleep tonight?”

  The girls exchange gnces.

  Ena snorts, even though her expressing makes it obvious she is close to crying, and shakes her head, before waving her hand toward the door. “You guys go do your thing... I’ll clean Sin and take him to my room so we can sleep. Is that fine?”

  Eleanor nods. “Sure... Esme, let’s go, these two could use some time alone.”

  Sincir’s vision swims as he watches them go. Meanwhile, Ena grabs a piece of cloth, her hands shaking heavily as she reaches for the same jar of water she had him drink from earlier...

  “Hey... Hey, Ena...” he murmurs, his voice still hoarse, but still loud enough to attract her attention. Meeting her gaze, he smiles at her. “Listen... I’m about to pass out any second now... I’m fine, but... You better be here... When I wake up. Is that clear...? If not, there will be hell to pay...”

  Her eyes widen slightly, and she seems about to say something, but his vision is already growing dark...

  He dreams of being stared down by giants who want to eat him alive, hopeless to resist as they ugh at his misfortune, only to then cry immediately once he finally frees himself, ciming he was the monster all along...

  ...Shit dream, but not surprising, considering circumstances.

  “...You’re awake?”

  As he opens his eyes, Sincir recognizes the room he spent two years sharing with Ena, as well as her voice, coming from the bed’s edge. The room is dark, and he struggles to regain his bearings for a moment as the memories of what happened rush through his mind, causing him to grimace, shaking his head.

  He didn’t expect them to be so rough, and he isn’t quite sure the crime warranted the punishment... But whatever, he got their massage clear enough; Hard not to, with his skin still smelling of their piss and his nose still burning slightly.

  They wanted to mark him as theirs, huh? Or at least, Ena wanted to... Fine, he can live with it.

  Before anything else, Sincir casts a cleaning spells over himself, releasing a breath of relief as he does so.

  His nose still burns, but... Would a healing spell work for that? Damn it, Eleanor...

  “...Aren’t you going to say anything?”

  While sitting at the edge of the bed, Ena has one knee against her chest as she stares toward the window, her eyes and expression being hidden from him.

  “...Like what?” he asks.

  “...I don’t know. You told me I should be here, no matter what.”

  Sincir chuckles. “That’s because I saw your expression, and I was afraid you’d run away if I hadn’t said anything...”

  Ena hugs her knee tighter.

  Seeing that she is still not looking at him, Sincir sighs, groaning as he rises in order to move toward her.

  Then, he grabs her waist, activates a strength buff, and pushes her toward him, causing her to yell in surprise; And as they both fall over the bed, with him now on top of her, Sincir releases the spell, pressing his finger against her lips and meeting her slightly widened eyes.

  “...Hi, cute thing,” he whispers, “I saw you, and thought I might steal a kiss... You wouldn’t hate me for indulging myself, would you?”

  Ena grimaces, her eyes making it obvious she had been crying even in the dim light. “Can’t you tell I’m not in the mood for jokes, dumbass?”

  Sincir smiles; Who said he was joking?

  As he leans down to kiss her, Ena tries to fight against him, but her heart isn’t on it, and his tongue is inside her mouth before long... With the both of them being naked, he soon feels her nipples hardening against his chest, just as she undoubtedly feels his erection against her stomach...

  ...She sobs, her tears hot where they touch his face, and he hugs her tighter, intensifying their kiss...

  “...Stupid,” he whispers at her breathlessly, “I would’ve always come back to you...”

  “Shut up... You think I’d believe your pyboy lies that easily?!” she groans at him, arching her back slightly, and moaning once he reaches down to take her nipple into his mouth, pressing the head of his member against her sex’s entrance as he does so.

  “Fine... But pyboy or not, you know you can’t resist it... And I know neither can I...”

  Biting her nipple pyfully, he rubs himself against her entrance once more, and Ena cries softly, wrapping her legs around his waist while shaking underneath him.

  “Feels like fighting gravity, doesn’t it...? It draws you in... And it steals your breath... Until you can’t think of anything else...”

  Feeling how drenched she is, he doesn’t bother with more fore-py, slowly thrusting into her sex as Ena cries and shudders, dragging her nails over his back...

  She bites his shoulder, and he her breast, as he begins to move inside of her almost painfully slowly... Taking it all the way in, and then back, and then in again...

  Ena screams.

  “Careful... No noise suppression runes in this room,” he reminds her.

  “F-fuck me, S-Sin... Please f-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...!” she cries.

  “Shh... I’m not going to stop, Ena. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to... Stop fighting against it already...”

  She hugs him, locking her legs, and cries again...

  “Promise me! Promise me you’ll always come back!”

  He chuckles. “I thought you didn’t care for my pyboy lies...? Sure, I promise... Should I go faster...?”

  “N-no... Just l-like this... Let’s do it like this... A-all night long...”

  Their eyes meet, and he throws her an exasperated look, causing her already heated cheeks to grow slightly darker still.

  “...Okay, I get it; That’d probably be t-torture for you.”

  He snorts. “I’ll do you slowly, so tell me when you’re about to cum and I’ll match you... Is that good enough?”

  Biting her lower lip, she nods. “Sin, I...”

  “...Yeah?”

  “I love your pyboy ass, so...”

  “...Yes?”

  “...So tie me to my bed again if you have to...”

  “...I thought you hated that part?”

  “...And fuck me up if you have to...”

  “...Anytime.”

  “...Mark me like I’m your bitch...!”

  “...Was pnning on it...”

  “...Gods, is this really how hard we have it for each other...?!”

  “...That we’d piss on top of each other? Naw, that’s just you.”

  She ughs. “Fuck, I love you so damn much!”

  “That’s okay... I know it hurts, so... You can punch me if you have to.”

  “S-Sin...!”

  “Or fuck me up if you have to.”

  “I-I...!”

  “Bring my girls against me...”

  He trusts into her, abruptly increasing the speed of his hips, and Ena cries, hugging him tighter.

  “...And drown me in your piss, if that’s what it takes...”

  “F-fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck...!”

  “...For you to stay.”

  Ena cums, and, having predicted her scream, he presses his mouth over hers, muffling it as his own orgasm also assaults him...

  His toes curling, eyes rolling, he feels Ena’s tongue exploring his mouth, her limbs around him, as her sex squeezes him dry, seemingly unwilling to allow him to pull away from it before he has released every st drop of his cum inside of it...

  By the time it is finally over, they’re both panting, sweaty, and still glued to each other.

  “...Fuck, I think I’m about to pass out...” Ena murmurs hoarsely, leaf-green eyes gleaming with exhaustion, yet intensely, as they stare into his, “I’m fine, but... If you aren’t here when I wake up... There will be hell to pay, bitch.”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Noted...”

  Ena is sleeping against his chest soon enough, and Sincir absently drags his hand through her short bck hair as he stares toward the ceiling, considering everything they’ve gone through over these past few days and how it has affected their retionship.

  They’ve never been just teacher and student, exactly, or brother and sister...

  ...Partners, huh? It’s what she wanted from him from the very beginning, and she said as much herself, even before they set out on their journey together...

  Sincir yawns, being still tired, and realizes he has to reason to stay awake, really. Ena’s body feels nice and warm against him...

  This time, he dreams of Hell. Of a creature of bone-white skin and red eyes... He feels sad, and angry, as they scream at each other... Then the dream fades, and Eleanor is the one who is staring at him, her head cocked slightly.

  “...I think this means they made up,” she murmurs, “And he is back to being her pillow. What about you?”

  Esme chuckles. “You’d think she is trying to stop him from running away... Or break something. Wow, her fingers are actually white.”

  Sincir blinks, having taken an embarrassingly long moment to realize he is no longer dreaming, and that Eleanor is now standing by the foot of Ena’s bed, with Esme behind her, as the two of them stare at him and Ena, who is currently in the process of trying to squeeze him to death in her sleep.

  ...Lords, Esme is right about her fingers being white.

  “For the record, we did knock...” Eleanor expins, “But once neither of you answered...”

  “It’s fine,” Sincir groans, his voice slightly hoarse, “Thanks for coming to check on us... Help?”

  Eleanor smiles...

  “Hey, pipsqueak! Wake up and shine!”

  Ena jumps, her eyes snapping open as she stares at her surroundings in astonishment... Then her gaze finds Eleanor, and she grimaces.

  “...Fuck you, El!”

  Eleanor points toward him. “You were hurting our boyfriend, sweety.”

  Throwing a look toward him which catches him massaging his limbs with a pained expression, Ena blinks, her eyes widening slightly.

  “Fuck, I thought I was dreaming! Was I actually hugging you that hard?!”

  Sincir waves his hand dismissively. “I get why it happened... Don’t worry, I’m just a little sore.”

  Still, he hopes it won’t happen every time they sleep together from now on... Pipsqueak might be her nickname, but his girl is lot stronger than she looks...

  “Why are you smiling like that?” Eleanor asks, having noticed his expression.

  Meeting her gaze, he chuckles coldly. “Well, I was just thinking it’s a good thing you’re all already here, because I have this sudden urge to use the toilet...”

  Eleanor steps back, already shaking her head. “There’s no fucking-”

  “We’re doing it,” Ena cuts her, “Like good fucking girls.”

  Eleanor grimaces, and Sincir blinks. Is she serious?

  ...Also, would now a good time to say he was actually joking?

  “I also think we should do it, El, if he wants us to,” Esme says, pressing her hand against the nephilim’s lower back and smiling at her from below once she looks down to meet her gaze, “C’mon, I know you’re not that squeamish... And I know your pride wouldn’t be tarnished over something like this, so what’s the big deal? We wanted to mark him, but the punishment was a bit beyond the crime... And we ambushed him with our alliance.”

  Eleanor sustains the librarian's gaze for a moment, still holding onto her grimace, then sighs, averting her eyes as she begins to undress herself.

  Again, Sincir blinks. Did he... He just missed his chance to tell them he was joking, didn’t he?

  Fuck, his brain is still not working properly...

  “What position?” Ena asks, her expression determined-looking as she meets his gaze, “I guess it’d be easier for you to hit all of us if you stood on something, considering the height difference...”

  Sincir grimaces. “Listen, I was just jo-”

  Eleanor’s gaze snaps in his direction, her expression daring him to say he was joking and that she undressed for nothing.

  He facepalms. “Just... Just get on your knees by the bed...” he murmurs.

  The girls begin to move - both Eleanor and Esme having already taken their clothes off, and Ena having been naked to begin with - positioning themselves near the foot of the bed as they stare at him, waiting.

  ...Seeing them on their knees, expressions innocent-looking, Sincir grimaces again.

  Fuck it, they were perverts enough to do it to him, so they can take a bit of pee nding on them.

  Thankfully, he didn’t lie about wanting to go...

  Rising, Sincir approaches the edge of the bed, staring down at his three girls and meeting their eyes. Ena still looks determined, while Esme smiles at him, almost expectantly, and Eleanor finds his eyes with a small gre, as though this is a mere bother she wished she could spare her morning from.

  He smiles at them. “Alright, since we’re doing it, might as well do it right; Keep those pretty faces up the whole way through, darlings, and be thankful I’m not making you open your mouths.”

  Esme, who was already opening her mouth, immediately closes it again, earning herself an exasperated look from all three of them.

  “...Sorry,” she murmurs, cheeks blushing, “I was just wondering, you know...”

  “About his piss?” Eleanor asks incredulously.

  Sincir shakes his head, grabs his member, and releases his hold over his bbber, aiming Eleanor first, who yells in surprise as his pee hits her face...

  For her credit, she doesn’t try to defend herself past the initial surprise, simply closing her eyes and allowing her face to be target by him... After everything she did to him the previous day, Sincir won’t deny it feels satisfying to piss all over her proud face; And hey, she did it to him first.

  Ena is his next target, and she also closes her eyes once his piss begins to hit her face; For her, he aims her lips in specific, because he feels like it, and because she is the one who orchestrated everything...

  Esme is st, and she just smiles at him, quickly closing her eyes once his pee hits her face, but otherwise, seemingly unbothered by it.

  Once he is done, staring at the three of them, now covered is his piss, and two of which are making expressions of disgust, Sincir releases a small sigh. “Well, girls, next time you feel like having us mark each other, just let me know... In any case, I’m starving; Is there a chance you came up to call us for breakfast?”

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