JBDantas

  Sincir’s first thought as he opens his eyes is that he might need to use the bucket again... But then the urge is gone, and he is left with the blurry vision of a face right next to him.

  “...Esme?” he groans.

  The face smiles. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

  As she comes into focus, Sincir realizes Esme is propped against her arm next to him, having obviously been watching him in his sleep.

  “What’s with you and watching me sleep, anyway...?”

  She bites her lip. “Is it creepy?”

  “A little... But if that’s what gets you off, then I don’t mind it...”

  “Okay, forget it. How do you feel?” Esme asks, her expression now worried-looking, “You woke me up a couple of times at night... Does this happen every time you use too much magic?”

  “I feel like I hit my forehead against a phanx of angels... And no, only when you use too much of a particur type of magic. What time is it?”

  “A bit past mid-day, I think... I already emptied the bucket, by the way, so don’t worry about it.”

  Sincir curses. The girls might be done with their first contract by now... He hates getting up te. The day feels all but over at this point.

  “...Is anyone making lunch?”

  “Fortunately, Rez already is on the case... Unfortunately, eggs is the only thing she has learned how to make on her own so far, so eggs is what we’re having.”

  Feeling his sweat-drenched clothes against his skin, Sincir sighs. “I feel so disgusting... Human bodies are such a pain...”

  Esme smiles at him, gently running the back of her fingers against his forehead as she does. “Should I go grab a pte for you? Or are you going down?”

  “I feel like staying in bed all day, but I shouldn’t... I have a date ter, anyway. Did Adrienne already leave?”

  Esme raises an eyebrow. “She left in the morning... May I ask who you’re seeing, boyfriend of mine?”

  “Adrienne, plus a new acquaintance from the guild... He is a guy, so don’t look at me like that. Really, it’ll probably be more of a work thing than a date unless Adrienne decides she wants a piece of me, but I doubt she’ll be in the mood, considering what happened yesterday.”

  Esme sighs. “Do I want to ask...? I guess there is a chance you won’t come back home?”

  Sincir considers it. “Do you want me to?”

  Esme nods. “I don’t think I’m the jealous type, but I hate the idea of sleeping by myself when you’re out with another girl... That’s reasonable, right?”

  Sincir shrugs. “It’s pretty reasonable... Except, didn’t you use to sleep by yourself only a couple of days ago?”

  Esme smiles. “And now I hope it never happens again. I’d even rather you bring them here, then sleep at their home...”

  “Addicted to threesomes already, are we?”

  She blushes. “I’m not.”

  “Well, most girls probably wouldn’t be up for it, anyway, or at least not in the beginning... I’ll try to find a way to make it work.”

  “This... This isn’t going to turn into you arriving home every day in the middle of the night, is it?”

  Sincir snorts. “Have a little faith, girlfriend of mine. I might be a pyboy, but I don’t want to see you miserable... If it comes down to it, I’ll make it clear to them I have a curfew, and a very angry girlfriend waiting for my timely return.”

  Esme rolls her eyes, though she smiles as she does so. “You’d end up with no dates, that way.”

  “Maybe... Anyway, let’s head down; I need another bath before Rez finishes with lunch.”

  “Do you need help...?”

  “No, I’m better than yesterday. Just a bit out of it...”

  Sincir’s vision spins slightly as he rises, but he menages to firm himself.

  “...What?” he asks, having realized Esme is looking at him weird from the bed.

  “Nothing, it’s just... You look so...”

  “What is it?” Sincir repeats.

  “...Bullieble.”

  Sincir snorts. “Esme... Without my magic, weapons, and in a weakened state, there are still about fifty ways that I could use to kill you right now.”

  She grimaces. “I know! Can’t you let me dream a little?!”

  He sighs. “I get it... You’re horny, aren’t you?”

  “Well... We didn’t do it st night... And you slept all morning...”

  “...Can I at least clean myself and eat first?”

  She averts her gaze. “Sure... Just, I’ll be down in a minute...”

  ...Unbelievable.

  With a sigh, Sincir removes his shirt and returns to bed, lying next her, before extending his arms above his head. “You’re really something, you know that? Here; I’m sick, and too helpless to put any resistance against my arch-nemeses, who has finally managed to capture me... Oh no, what will I ever do...?”

  Esme chuckles. “Are you serious?”

  Maintaining his arms extended, Sincir throws her a look. “What are you waiting for? Tie me up. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

  Her eyes widen slightly. “You are serious! L-look, it’s true I’m horny, but I was pulling your leg back there! I wouldn’t force myself on you when are sick-”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Why not? I’m giving you permission... Or rather, I’m sick and powerless to resist. Mouth feed me, make me lick you all over... You don’t need to hold back.”

  After a moment of what Sincir assumes is shocked silence, Esme blinks, then smiles. “Can I really? You aren’t going to get back at me for this ter?”

  Sincir snorts. “If anything, you’re the one who should be getting back at me for yesterday... I’m serious, bully me however you want; If there’s one rule, is that I want you to take it seriously.”

  Esme beams. “I’ll go grab some rope! And your food!”

  Watching her excitedly jump from their bed and run toward their door, Sincir blinks.

  ...Should he be afraid?

  Fortunately, Esme doesn’t take long to return, though he is already dozing off by then.

  “You haven’t fallen asleep, right?!” she asks as she opens the door with her forearm and then closes it with her foot, smiling madly the whole time, “Last chance to run away!”

  Sincir grimaces. “If you’re going to torture me, can you at least do it without screaming?”

  Esme cringes, though her smile doesn’t waver as she does so. “Sorry... Does it ruin everything if I tell you I’ll need you to teach me how to tie a knot?”

  Sincir sighs... A couple minutes of improved knot tying instructions ter, and they're finally ready to start, as Esme kneels next to his tied-up form over the bed.

  “Uhm...” she mumbles, “Now that I’m here, I don’t actually know where to start...”

  “That’s because you have the instincts of a masochist. Since being in control is not natural to you, you can think about what you’d like to happen if you were the one tied-up, or think about what Eleanor would do, if she were the one bullying me... Whatever feels right to you. Just remember, getting us both off is your responsibility from now on, so don’t just stand there gaping at me.”

  Esme grimaces. “How does it feel like I’m still the one getting bullied over here, Mr. Hopeless...? I’ll let you know that if I’m pushover when it comes to sex today, it is entirely your fault.”

  Sincir smiles. “Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”

  After a brief moment of hesitation, Esme shifts her eyes from his face to his chest, and then down the lines of his abs, until stopping them over his still covered lower half.

  “...Are you hungry?” she asks, voice now slightly hoarse.

  “...A bit,” Sincir admits.

  “Okay, let’s start then.”

  Bringing the pte forward, Esme smiles as she forks a piece of fried eggs, then brings it toward her own lips.

  “Oh, it’s good!”

  “...Rez is a quick learner.”

  Taking another bite, Esme nods. “That she is...”

  “...Esme?”

  “Yes?”

  “Where is mine?”

  “What do you mean?” she mumbles, being in the process of chewing her third bite.

  Sincir makes a face. “My food... Weren’t you going to feed me?”

  “Oh, you want some?” she asks as she brings the fork up for yet another bite, brown eyes gleaming mischievously once they meet his gaze and she hums appreciatively, “You should! It’s really good!”

  Well, it’s obvious she is doing on purpose... But damn it, he can’t help his stupid human instincts...

  “Esme... Give me some.”

  “Uhm... Should I?”

  “Yes! Did you bring the pte here just to eat in front of me?!”

  After yet another bite, she shakes her head. “I wanted to eat next to you; Big difference.”

  Sincir groans, but a tug of his arms reveals the fact they are indeed tied-up tightly above his head... Of course, he could still escape from such simple restrains if he was serious, but that would defeat the purpose of their py.

  “Esme... C’mon, you made me about three times as hungry...”

  Being about to gobble another bite, Esme freezes, throwing him a sidelong gnce as she does so. Then, she smiles.

  “Beg me.”

  “...Esme, please feed me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You call that begging? I guess I’ll just eat everything myself...”

  Sincir watches in astonishment as she eats yet another fork-full of eggs, smacking her lips as she does so...

  Huh. Who knew the little pushover had it in her?

  Seeing the contents of the pte quickly disappearing before his eyes, Sincir groans.

  “O-okay, okay, you win! Give me a bite, I’m begging you!”

  Esme smiles. “Now that’s more like it... If you wanted some, you should’ve said so from the beginning.”

  Sincir grimaces, but since she is actually moving the fork in his direction this time, he doesn’t say anything else, simply opening his mouth in wait... Except, the food never arrives, having stopped a ways above his mouth.

  “...What? You don’t want it? Can I just eat it myself, then?”

  Realizing what she wants, Sincir moves his head up to bite from the fork... Predictably, it moves out of his reach just as he is about to eat from it.

  He grimaces.

  “...I guess you don’t want it after all.”

  “No, wait-!”

  But Esme is already eating again, smiling at him as she goes out of her way to lick the fork clean.

  Sincir swallows, and he is only half pretending; In his weakened state, with his body being barely responsive, this freckled girl might actually be able to bully him.

  “E-Esme, look... How about you give one out of every three bites...? Sounds fair, right...?”

  “Uhm... Don’t wanna... This is way too good...”

  “O-okay, listen, at least eat a little slower... Just spit it in my mouth or something... Fuck, stop eating for a damn second!”

  Realizing only a couple of bites are left, Sincir freezes. “...Oops, I guess I got carried away. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be able to grab something during your date tonight, just hang in there for a bit more, okay?”

  Realizing she is actually about to start eating again, Sincir pales. “No, listen, I barely ate dinner yesterday, and I threw up all of it, anyway... P-please give me some, I’m begging you.”

  Esme pauses her fork, as though considering it. “I can give you some... But only if you promise not to cum until I say you can, today.”

  Sincir clenches his teeth. “It’s not like I can get myself off with my hands tied-up, anyway...”

  Esme rises an eyebrow.

  “O-okay, I promise... I promise! Just don’t eat anymore of it!”

  Esme smiles. Like before, she brings the fork next to his face, but not all the way, forcing him to strain his neck in order to reach for it...

  Infuriatingly enough, she makes him work for it for a good ten seconds before finally feeding him.

  “Wow, took you long enough to grab it... Are you sure you’re hungry?”

  Sincir nearly curses out loud when he realizes these are just average fried eggs... Still impressive that Rez learned to do it so fast, but nothing to write home about. Worst yet, all of that moving didn’t exactly improve his headache and nausea...

  “E-Esme, a little easier...”

  “I-I guess making you move your head so much wasn’t a great idea... Sorry,” she whispers apologetically, and then, louder, “I suppose I could...”

  This time, she still keeps the fork out of his reach, forcing him to work for it, but without moving it around as much...

  It is annoying and uncomfortable, to say the least, to have to py by her rules, but most infuriating of all is the look of satisfaction on her face every time she pulls the fork a bit higher, moving it just as he is about to reach it...

  During his third bite, Esme carefully steps over his crotch, beginning to rub her foot against it as she holds the fork above his mouth. Feeling his member quickly hardening underneath it, Sincir bites his lower lip.

  “Remember your promise,” Esme says, “Or I’ll have to punish you... Sin, you’re going to be a good demon for me, aren’t you...?”

  Groaning softly, Sincir attempts to reach for his food, only to have it removed from his reach just as he is to bite... Damn it, these st two bites have only made him hungrier!

  Esme frowns. “Say it, or I’m not feeding you anymore.”

  “I’ll... I’ll be a good demon,” Sincir murmurs, his voice strained as he struggles to maintain his neck stretched out.

  Esme allows him to reach the fork, smiling as she does so. “Good job! This time, I want you to say you’ll be my cute little demon...”

  Sincir grimaces. “There’s nothing cute or little about-”

  Esme rises her foot and then strikes it down, causing Sincir to curse out loud, though she did so with little strength; Then, resuming her caresses, now faster than before, she smiles at him with a warning gleaming in her brown eyes.

  “I...” Sincir begins, before clenching his his teeth.

  C’mon, it’s just a word... Get it over with.

  “I’ll be... your cute, little demon...” he forces himself to say, strangling the words out.

  Esme beams, chuckling. “Gods, Sin, someone might think I forced you to say you were going to be my sve forever, for all the pain in your voice... Well, a promise is a promise; Here you go.”

  Although he feels his cheeks burning slightly (annoyingly enough), Sincir still reaches up to grab his next bite of food...

  “I never said you could move you hips, Sin... Does my foot feels that good?”

  Sincir grimaces. “I didn’t-”

  Esme presses her foot down, rubbing his member with more strength than before, and Sincir intakes a sharp breath, just barely stopping a moan from coming out.

  “...You didn’t what?”

  “N-nothing...”

  “Tell me it feels good.”

  “I-It feels really good... Hey, slow down a little!”

  “What feels good?”

  “Y-your foot! Esme, if you don’t slow down, I’ll r-really...!”

  Esme stops, suddenly raising her foot, and Sincir bites his lower lip, forcing himself not to chase with his hips. She chuckles, visibly enjoying his pain, and he shudders...

  “Here... But you’ll have to be honest and say you love it first.”

  Sincir frowns. At this point, he is sweating from having strained his body so much when he was already so weak to begin with, but it doesn’t seem Esme is going to go any easier on him because of it... Well, the food is almost done, so he’ll just have to py along until then...

  “Okay, f-fine... I... I love your foot...”

  Satisfied looking, Esme smiles as she once more resumes her caresses, thankfully keeping them light enough to make so he is able to easily edge himself. Again, she approaches the fork from his mouth, then forces him to chase after it for a while, before finally feeding him...

  After another couple of bites, Sincir is struggling to hold his voice once more, when Esme finally puts the now empty pte aside, stopping her teasing in order to remove her dress and throw it aside, as she smiles at him.

  “You’ve been a good boy so far... Mostly... But we’re still not done. Hang in there, okay?”

  As Esme’s gaze shifts toward the obvious bulge of his member against his pants, biting her lower lip, Sincir groans.

  “H-hey, t-take it easy if you’re going to edge me some more, okay? I’m ready to blow...”

  Esme smiles. “I’ll think about it...”

  Crawling toward his lower half, Esme grabs his pants and pulls them down, grinning as she reveals his painfully hard member, allowing it to stand.

  “Wow... Is it throbbing...?”

  Sincir grimaces. “For how long do you think you’ve been teasing me for...?”

  Biting one of her recently painted nails, Esme drags a single finger against the underside his of member, causing Sincir to shudder, and then curse.

  “Damn it, Esme...”

  She chuckles. “You’re acting up again... There is no way I’ll let you cum if you keep this up, you know?”

  Forcing his expression to adopt a meek tone, Sincir swallows the snarky retort he was about to utter, maintaining his silence instead.

  Esme ughs. “Sin, I can tell you’re cursing me from the look in your eyes... I guess I’ll have to punish you some more.”

  Sincir doesn’t have time to argue about the fairness of her assessment before she grabs his balls and lightly squeezing them...

  “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it light so you can hold it...” she murmurs, smiling at him, “And so I don’t hurt you... Do you remember the first time we did it? I took them in my mouth, and you almost killed me...”

  Seeing his member standing painfully as she pys with his balls, Sincir bites his lower lip, groaning. “Don’t exaggerate... I told you to be careful with them and that was it.”

  “I was still traumatized, you know? I’m a sensitive girl...”

  Esme squeezes again, this time with strength enough to hurt, and Sincir closes his legs reflexively, cursing as he does so.

  Esme ughs, opening his knees and moving to stand in between them as she now begins to jerk his member, gently and slowly. “It’s okay to show how much you want it, Sin... I won’t make fun of you...”

  “And I’m supposed to believe when you have this stupid smile on your face?” Sincir retorts through clenched teeth, “You can already see how much I want it, can’t you?”

  Esme shakes her head. “Sometimes I feel you’re tense whenever we do it... Like you’re desperately holding yourself back... I get that you want to make sure we cum before you do, but you don’t have to do it every time, right? Just rex... Oh, you can cum whenever from now on.”

  Having said as much, Esme leans over and pces a soft kiss against his members head, taking it into her mouth and then moaning around it as though tasting something amazing.

  Sincir shudders, his breathing growing slightly accelerated as Esme begins to bob her head up and down, taking his member deeper withing her mouth with each movement.

  Lords... She is becoming better at these with each passing day...

  The moment his cock enters Esme’s throat for the first time, Sincir immediately arches his spine, his eyes rolling over; Pressing her face against his crotch, Esme clenches her throat and holds her position, maintaining it throughout the waves of his orgasm...

  Once he finally settles down, Esme slowly pulls away, then licks her lips as she smiles at him.

  “So? Did I do good?”

  Sincir swallows, having to catch his breath for a moment before answering with a chuckle. “...Oh, yeah... Good damn job...” he murmurs hoarsely.

  Esme chuckles. “I was afraid I wasn’t being mean enough, considering... You know, you’re you.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “You being meaner doesn’t mean I’ll enjoy it more. Otherwise, I’d have been satisfied with my life as a sex sve.”

  Esme blinks. “Right... I keep forgetting you were a sve at some point. I just can’t... I guess I can’t imagine it, with how confident you usually are...”

  Sincir snorts. “Come here and give me a kiss, you hopeless pervert. My arms are beginning to hurt, and I know we’re not done with only this much...”

  Esme smiles coyly before crawling up the bed and doing as instructed. Sincir doesn’t mind kissing her after the blowjob, and she doesn’t seem to mind how much of a mess he is at the moment, either...

  “...Am I still bullying you?” Esme asks, slightly breathlessly, once their kiss is finally over.

  “If that’s what you want... I can’t exactly resist, as I am right now.”

  Esme smiles. “Lick this for me then,” she says.

  Sincir would’ve asked what, but she pces her middle finger into his mouth in the next second, rendering the question pointless.

  He licks obediently, and Esme pumps her finger back and forth for a few moments, before removing it and chuckling as she inspects the result.

  “...Is it weird I kind wish I had a cock, just for today?”

  “No... Not that weird. Sometimes I wish I could go for ten orgasms in a single night...”

  “Oh... Fair enough. I guess we’ll have to do with what we have...”

  Technically, Sincir knows of a couple ways to change one’s body... Fairies and Djinns can do it with their magic, for example, though convincing either of them to use it for something other then their own benefit or amusement is almost never worth the trouble... And strap-ons are also a thing, though he hasn’t seen any on this side, yet.

  However, the moment doesn’t seem right for bringing up trivia, and so he doesn’t say anything, simply watching as Esme slowly pulls down her panties, revealing her gleaming gleaming sex, then throws them aside.

  “I’ve always loved the way you stare at me...” Esme murmurs, “Like you’re hungry and I’m the dinner... Do you want to see it? My pussy?”

  Sincir smiles. “Yeah...”

  Nodding, Esme turns and straddles him, giving him a full view of her pinkish, slightly wet sex as she spreads her ass cheek with one hand.

  “I want it inside so bad... Sin, you’re really mean... Are you punishing me because I said I wanted my first time to be special...? You could’ve fucked me by now, you idiot...”

  Sincir blinks. “I wasn’t... Punishing you, that is. I don’t have a crystal ball, so I didn’t know you had changed your mind.”

  “Bad demon... I know you’re lying. You didn’t do it yet because you’re allergic to commitment, not because you care about my wishes.”

  Sincir retort is interrupted by Esme sitting over his face and dragging herself against it, moaning and shuddering as she does so.

  “Fuck...” she groans, “Starting licking, or I’ll squeeze your balls again... And open your legs for me...”

  Sincir obeys, bringing another shivers out of her as he sticks his tongue into the warm entrance of her sex, beginning to lick with growing intensity...

  He has a good idea what she is pnning by asking him to open his legs, and he wants to protest, but he is afraid of what she’ll do if he stops moving his tongue, so he obediently does as instructed...

  A moment after, Sincir feels something pressing against his asshole, followed by something wet and warm licking the underside of his member; Since he is not surprised, he manages to contain his reaction to a shudder... That is, until Esme suddenly pinches his inner thigh.

  “Rex, or I’m doing you balls next...” she says while throwing him a warning gnce over her shoulder, “You said I could do what I wanted, didn’t you?”

  Sincir groans, but he does rex his muscles to the best of his abilities, allowing Esme to molest him unimpeded... His cock is soon standing to attention under her chin as she goes back to licking its underside, then presses her finger against his ass and begins to circle its entrance...

  Of course, Varzath has been done there before, but it has never been his favorite. Even when doing it with other guys, he still preferred to be the one doing the fucking... But Sincir did promised Esme he’d her hopeless victim for today, and so he doesn’t fight against her finger, allowing her to easily slide it inside...

  As she begins to finger fuck him, Esme chuckles. “This is more fun than I thought... Seeing you squirming and fighting against your own pride... Would it feel even better if I put another finger in?”

  “No-!” Sincir starts, cutting himself once he realizes he was about to give her exactly what she wanted.

  Esme ughs. “So, he does have a weakness!”

  Sincir grimaces. “Cut it off, Esme!”

  “I wonder if I could get him to cum, just by molesting my cute boyfriend’s secret pce...?”

  “The fuck are you saying?!”

  Having experienced it before, in his memories as Varzath, Sincir knows for a fact she could, but Hell would freeze before he admits as much out loud...

  Esme hums. “Every time I press my finger right here...”

  Sincir shudders, then grimaces.

  “And if I do it like this...”

  He moans, sudden and breathlessly, then immediately curses.

  “E-Esme... L-let’s talk bout t-this...!”

  “I just want to make you cum, though... I promise I won’t tell... And since when did I give you permission to stop licking?”

  Sincir has a brief moment to prepare himself before Esme grabs his balls and squeezes, much harder than she did previously, bringing a strangled cry out of him as he reflexively attempts to close his legs, and earns himself another squeeze for his troubles.

  “You have three seconds...”

  Sincir starts licking again.

  “...Good boy,” Esme murmurs, moaning softly once his tongue parts her folds and finds her clitoris, then much louder as he begins to suck on the small protuberance, “T-that’s it, don’t stop!”

  Absently, Sincir realizes his headache has now grown to a splitting and constant throbbing of pain because of how much he has exerted himself, but Esme puts another finger in, taking his member into her mouth as she does so, and Sincir suddenly feels his head going bnk...

  His orgasm, accompanied by Esme’s muffled scream, are the st thing he experiences before his vision goes dark...