Leaving Collin and Esme to it, Sincir lies down and closes his eyes for while, focusing on recovering his mana.

  Combined with the fact he slept through most of the previous day’s afternoon, the sounds of them fucking help to keep him from falling asleep, which is a good thing, because Eleanor would never forgive him if he did it while she is still tied up on the floor...

  Besides, even if he threatened her with it earlier, that would be a bit much... As such, once Sincir feels his mana has recovered at least enough for a couple of spells, he opens his eyes and sits up again, groaning as he does so.

  Seeing that Collin lies against Esme’s p, having his hair caressed and looking as though he is afraid breathing might end the moment, Sincir grimaces.

  Damn it, that could’ve been him... But instead, now he has to go deal with the troublemaker.

  The day has been way too long for this shit... She better be ready to apologize.

  Brushing his messy hair aside, Sincir sighs as he rises, attracting Collin’s and Esme’s attention.

  Looking at Eleanor, he realizes she is gring him even more than before, and after considering why that might be, Sincir shakes his head. “I wasn’t sleeping; I was recovering my mama so that I could heal you... Now stop looking at me like that.”

  It might’ve been his imagination, but her tense muscles seem to rex ever so slightly.

  Walking up to her, Sincir crotches and begins to work on her many bruises, most of which he was the one to inflict during their fight... Eleanor shudders, seemingly in spite of herself, if her expression of self loath as it happens is anything to go by.

  Sincir does his best to be gentle, but even the smallest touch over her skin seems to cause her to recoil... Once he reaches her soles and begins to heal her blisters, massaging her foot as he does so, Eleanor is all but writhing against her restraints.

  “Stop acting like I’m torturing you!” Sincir snaps, gring at her, “Or I’ll you give you something to writhe about!”

  Seeing as she gres back at him, utterly apologetically, Sincir smiles coldly.

  “I see you’re still intended on testing my patience tonight...”

  Leaning slightly forward, he presses his knee against Eleanor’s drenched panties, causing her eyes to widen. Then, he begins to rub it gently as he continues to massage her foot... If she was writhing before, now she nearly snaps the door handle in her attempts at moving away from his touch.

  “Fight as much as you want, see if I care. Your inability to apologize or admit you were in the wrong is fine up to a certain point, Eleanor, but look at you now... You know this is ten times more pathetic than if you had simply told me you were sorry in one of the ten chances I gave you, right? Why can you be a bit more honest about what you want? Why can’t you just tell me you’re hurting, so that I can help you?”

  Sincir is certain she’d have been screaming if not for her gag, and as such, he decides to take pity on her once he is done with both her soles, removing his knee from her sex.

  Seeing as it is literally wet, and the way she desperately humps the air a couple of its once it is gone, he sighs.

  “Look... I’m not perfect, and I know I share a good part of the fault for what happened tonight, so I’ll make it really easy for you. You don’t need to say anything... Once I release you, crawl toward the bed like a good girl, and I’ll forgive you.”

  Rising her chin defiantly, Eleanor averts her face from him.

  Sincir grimaces. “Why are you...!? Lords, why do I even try?! You know what, even if you do deserve it, I won’t leave you here like this. I have a feeling you’d be happier if I did it, anyway.”

  Having finished with her healing, at least as much as he can do with his current mana, Sincir rises.

  “Okay, Sin, you might hate me for this, but I have to ask... What did she do?” Esme asks from behind him.

  Sincir points a finger toward Eleanor. “It is not as much what she did, but who she is! This moron is incapable of trusting another living creature, she’d sooner die than apologize, and she walks the world looking for reasons to hate it, rather than things to appreciate!”

  Esme smiles soothingly. “You’re always saying trust takes time to build... Maybe she is getting there, in her own way?”

  “It has been five years, Esme! And she still thinks I’d tie her to a pole so I that can sacrifice innocent children while she watches!”

  “Ah... I think I see the problem,” Esme says, throwing him a strange look as she does so.

  Sincir clenches his teeth. “What?”

  “...Collin, if he tries to kill me, jump with me through the window, okay?”

  Sincir gres at her, causing her to chuckle.

  “Sin, you’re so smart, how can you not see it? You’re hurt.”

  Sincir pauses. “What? No, well, I’m upset by her stupidity, but...”

  Esme shakes her head. “You’re hurt by her mistrust... Much more than you’d like to admit.”

  “...No. I don’t have these types of feelings.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “I know you have a cock - I mean, I can see it right now - but I’m pretty sure you still have feelings. In fact, from what I have seen from you, you seem to experience them more strongly than most people.”

  He grimaces. “I don’t...”

  Sincir stops. No, no matter how he looks at it, he is obviously very upset with Eleanor, and more than he should be if this was just about her usual self-harm behaviour.

  Is he upset because of what she said the previous night? Because of her mistrust? Because she went away, when he was hurt and locked herself from him again, so she could suffer on her own?

  ...No, he is not upset; He is furious.

  “See? Told you. Now, don’t look at me with those eyes, you have a mighty scary look when you’re actually angry, you know that?”

  Swallowing his anger, Sincir takes a deep breath. At least, now that he knows where his feelings stem from, he’ll be able to find a better solution to this mess than spanking Eleanor until his arm grows too tired to continue, or she apologizes... He has a good idea about what would’ve happened first, anyway.

  Turning toward Eleanor, he melts the ice covering her mouth, then undoes her improvised gag... Once her mouth is free, she immediately smiles at him.

  “...What, in Creator’s name, are you smiling for?”

  “Nothing...” she murmurs hoarsely, “Actually, I’m ready for my apology now... I’m so sorry for having hurt your fragile feelings with my oh so harsh words! I assumed you had a spine, but I suppose I was wrong, and for that, I’m truly sorry.”

  “...Are you done?”

  Eleanor spits at him, managing to hit his chest. “Fuck you, love.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “I know what you’re trying to do, and I know what you’re afraid of. Our games are over, for tonight.”

  “Yeah?”

  Sincir takes a deep breath, then meets her gaze and sustains it as he speaks, “Eleanor, I’m sorry. I exaggerated, and I overreacted... You have your reasons to mistrust me, and I shouldn’t have allowed you to leave st night; I should’ve forced you to talk things through with me. Tomorrow, I’ll talk with Ena and expin things... We can also talk more about demon summonings - a real talk - if and when you’re ready to have the conversation, and I’ll expin to you what I know about it, as well as my pns for bringing my people over.”

  Eleanor’s eyes widen, and she gres at him; If not for her restraints, Sincir is sure she’d have tried to hit him.

  “I hope you know where you can shove your fucking apology!”

  “It’s fine if you’re still angry, but I won’t hurt you anymore.”

  Rising, Sincir begins to undo her ties.

  “...I’m going to my room,” she murmurs through clenches teeth.

  Sincir snorts. “From now on, you’re sleeping with me, and you’ll be comfortable and satisfied; No, don’t bother, I don’t care much for what you actually want at the moment. I’ll tie you to my bed every night if have to, and I’ll make you cum until you pass out, if that’s what it takes to quench your fire.”

  Eleanor stares at him incredulously as he finishes, crouches, then grabs her, carrying her princess-style toward the bed.

  “What- No! Don’t you fucking dare-!”

  Throwing her over the bed, Sincir ignores her protests as he once more ties her up, this time on a more comfortable position.

  “I’d say that I’ll untie you if you promise to behave yourself, but we both know it isn’t going to happen.”

  “I’m swear I’ll fucking-”

  Staring at her mostly naked form, Sincir releases a sigh. “This would be all so much easier if you weren’t so damn hot. Do you even understand what you do to me, dancing half-naked under the moonlight? What it takes for me not to take you right there and then, consequences be damned?”

  “Like any of your other ten girlfriends couldn’t take care of the problem!”

  Sincir chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re jealous... I can tell you want me all for yourself. Too bad for you, a true king belongs to his people... It couldn’t be any other way.”

  Leaning down, Sincir gently pces a kiss over one the bruises he wasn’t able to heal, lying next to her and pcing his hand over her thong as he does so.

  “Don’t you fucking dare touch me, you-!”

  Eleanor moans, her breath seemingly caught in her throat, once he begins to gently massage her sex.

  “I’m sorry for having been so rough... Though I did warn you I might lose my cool sometimes, if pushed hard enough, and you knew from the beginning what you were pying with, by jumping in bed with me.”

  “S-stop!”

  Sincir doesn’t. Knowing she is most likely overly sensitive, he keeps his caresses light, maintaining a rhythm where she’ll be comfortable with them...

  Still, barely a minute has passed before she orgasms for the first time, curling her toes and moaning breathlessly as she averts her face from him and shudders...

  Pcing a pyful lick over her standing nipple, Sincir smiles at her. “Good job... See, that wasn’t so hard.”

  “F-fuck you...”

  Throwing a brief gnce toward the other two, Sincir realizes they are staring at him and Eleanor with obvious arousal on their face.

  He rolls his eyes. “What are you doing? If you want it, thtn just go for it again. This will take a while, still.”

  Esme and Collin exchange a look.

  Paying them no more attention, Sincir goes back to working on Eleanor, still just as gently as before, though this time he takes her standing nipple into his mouth and pulls her thong side, fingering her...

  She fights weakly against him, cursing all the while, but once more, her orgasm doesn’t take long to arrive...

  Seeing her toes curling for a second time, Sincir chuckles.

  “Bad girl... This is your punishment for teasing me.”

  As Eleanor gres at him through teary eyes, he approaches her for a kiss... She tries to avoid his lips for a moment, but once their mouths meet, she doesn’t resist his tongue from entering, soon reciprocating in kind...

  Her skin is hot against his body, and once more, like their second night together, Sincir feels like doing dirty things with her... Maybe it is because she is a nephilim, or because of her pride?

  Pulling away, he stares at her exposed, defenceless armpit, and smiles while dragging a finger against it which causes her to recoil in surprise.

  “W-what-”

  “Shh. From now on, the only things I want to hear from you are moans.”

  Leaning down,Sincir licks her shoulder bde, then her neck, enjoying the salty taste of her skin, before finally moving over to her armpit and beginning to lick it.

  She curses him again, writhing beneath him, but her restraints don’t allow her to run away or defend herself, in spite of her obvious shame...

  Sincir chuckles, using his still wet finger (from her juices) to begin circling her asshole as he does so.

  Eleanor shudders. “S-stop... Not...”

  He sticks his finger inside, and she moans, crying softly.

  Lords, what a fuckble thing she turned out to be...

  Since he isn’t touching her sex, this time her orgasm doesn’t come as fast... But it is intense enough to have her arch her spine, happening once he begins to seriously finger her asshole...

  As she settles down again, breathing heavily, Sincir licks his lips and smiles at her. “You shameless girl... You like it that much when I lick your dirty pces? Should I do the other one?”

  “F-fucking unbearable...B-bastard...” Eleanor curses, avoiding his eyes as she shudders.

  “...I’ll take that as a yes. You don’t mind if I indulge myself meanwhile, do you?”

  Sincir presses his member against her ass, and Eleanor intakes a sharp breath of air. Moving over so he can reach her other armpit, he begins to grind himself against her...

  Moaning loudly, she locks her legs around him. “I-inside! P-put it...!”

  He does so, and her eyes immediately roll to the back of her head as he begins to thrust into her ass, gently, yet taking it all the way in each time; Meanwhile, he continues to suck on her sensitive armpit, enjoying the way she shudders and squirms during each long, throughout lick...

  “Cum for me... I know you want to... Let me see your expression, Eleanor... Show me how much you want it...”

  Eleanor meets his gaze, her expression quickly shifting between anger, shame, pleasure... And stly, settling on resignation.

  Seeing as she is being a good girl for once, Sincir smiles at her and increases his pace, driving her to scream and arch her back...

  “F-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...!”

  Eleanor comes, her body shaking in its entirety as she all but screams from the top of her lungs, locking her legs even harder around him.

  It is a testament of his iron will that Sincir doesn’t join her, managing to stop himself even as she forces him to remain buried in her throughout the waves of her orgasm, clenching around him hard enough to hurt for what feels like an eternity...

  Once it is finally over, Sincir releases a breath of relief, panting as he forcibly unlocks Eleanor’s legs from around him in order to pull away from her.

  Realizing she is watching him, blue eyes clear and finally somewhat calm, Sincir narrows her eyes at her.

  “Apologize.”

  She makes a face, tightening her jaw, and averts her gaze.

  “Eleanor...” he growls threateningly.

  “...Sorry,” she murmurs under her breath, a moment ter, almost too low for him to catch it.

  “Apologize properly,” Sincir insist, pressing his still hard member against her ass for good measure.

  She grimaces, but she does meet his gaze again. “Fine... I’m sorry. I was an angry, and I knew you were going to be upset seeing me there... I provoked you on purpose, so you don’t have to apologize for what happened.”

  Sincir sighs. “A bit te for that... And it is still true I was a bit too harsh on you.”

  “...Is it true you lose control if pushed hard enough?”

  “You saw it yourself... I don’t completely lose control, but I’m a lot less nice than usual... Though I suppose everybody has a limit to how much they’ll put up with, before snapping.”

  Eleanor sighs. “I’ll keep it in mind... Being dragged up a set of stairs by my hair isn’t an experience I want to repeat anytime soon.”

  Sincir cringes slightly. “Okay, point for you...”

  Eleanor snorts. “I’m fine. I keep telling you to spot treating me like I’m made of gss, and I suppose today it finally happened... Hurray.”

  He smiles. “Speaking of which.”

  Grabbing her ankles, he raises them until her twitching, still slightly wet asshole is in front of him, then turns around, straddling her.

  “I told you I was only going to do it if you behaved yourself, but I think we’re a bit past that point now, so consider it a part of your apology.”

  Giving Eleanor little choice in the matter, Sincir sits down on her face, maintaining his hold ever her ankles and leaning over to lick her asshole as he does so...

  Eleanor squirms underneath him, cursing at him muffledly, and Sincir chuckles.

  “C’mon, you’ve already had yours... Use that tongue for something other than talking back to me, for once.”

  Eleanor drags her teeth against his skin, an obvious treat, and Sincir bites her back, taking a bit chunk of her inner thigh into his mouth and causing her to scream.

  “Bad girl... Work on me, or we’ll be like this until morning.”

  He licks her sex next, sticking his tongue inside, and Eleanor immediately curls her toes, humping the air reflexively.

  “Sensible, are we? You should thank your beloved Creator we haven’t fucked yet, or I’d have made you lose your voice tonight... Now, I am going to take this little nod in my mouth, and I’ll only release it when feel your tongue all the way inside my ass, okay? Hang in there.”

  Sincir does as promised, taking her swollen clit into his mouth and sucking on it... Her legs immediately start shaking as her body begins to tremble underneath him.

  “Good...” he mumbles against her sex, “That’s right, cum as much as you want, we aren’t leaving this bed until I can’t squeeze anything else out of you, anymore...”

  Dragging his ass over her face, he releases one of her ankles in order to begin to circle her twitching asshole with his finger, continuing to work on her clitoris with his tongue as he does so...

  Eleanor bites his ass cheek, but her jaw cks any strength, and after a moment, she starts shaking again as she attempts to use her freed leg to kick him, pathetically dragging her foot against his shoulder; Still, Sincir continues to happily suck away...

  Suddenly feeling something warm and wet against his underside, he shudders.

  Pulling away from her clitoris at st, Sincir smiles while pcing a soft kiss over the skin in between her two holes, then begins to circle her asshole with his tongue, sucking on it...

  To his surprise, Eleanor imitates his technique, leaving a trail of wet warmth around his own asshole, then begging to suck on it simirly to how he is doing hers...

  It is enough to cause him to reflexively move his hips forward, poking her breast with his painfully hard member on accident... And his reaction is all the incentive she seemed to need; Now eagerly moving her tongue, Eleanor begins to actively prob his entrance with her tongue, seemingly intended on fucking him with it.

  Sincir doesn't fight against her, allowing her inside and releasing a small moan once he feels her tongue invading his inner walls...

  From this point on, he doesn’t rush things. Releasing of her ankle for fearing she might be growing tired, he hugs her midsection while burying his face in her ass and sex, sustaining her waist while leaning even more heavily over her face... Not that she seems to mind it, if her happily moving tongue and shaking hips are anything to go by.

  He doesn’t bother counting how many times she comes, since he is focusing on maintaining the rhythm of his tongue work according to her reactions and quivering walls...

  Suddenly beginning to shake violently, Eleanor locks her legs around his body and grinds herself against his face as hard as she can for a few moments, before slowly growing sluggish against his body.

  Fearing she might have passed out, Sincir quickly unmounts her face, gently lowering her lower body down.

  Seeing then that she is still conscious, if gss-eyed and shuddering slightly every few seconds, he releases a small breath of relief.

  Once their gaze meet, he smiles at her. “How do you feel?”

  Slowly, Eleanor blinks, as though trying to understand the meaning of his question, then frowns. “Like I’m lying on a cloud of sugar, as a bodiless head...” she mumbles, “That, and I can still taste your ass.”

  He snorts. “I’ll release your arms now, okay? Are you going to be a good girl?”

  “I don’t think I could move, even if I wanted to...”

  Releasing Eleanor of her bindings, Sincir takes some time massaging her limbs to help her regain her feeling of them, watching her expression as he does so.

  “How are you? Is anywhere hurting more than it should? I still have some magic in me.”

  Eyelids looking heavy, she groans something unintelligible, then shakes her head.

  “What was that?”

  “...Clean.”

  Sincir nods. “Give me a minute.”

  Once he is done massaging her limbs, he pces a soft kiss over her lips (causing her to grumble against his mouth) then casts a cleaning spell over the two of them.

  “...There,” he murmurs after pulling away from their kiss and meeting her eyes once more, “Cleaned and satisfied... I could lick you all night, little nephilim, and I’d never grow tired of it.”

  “The fact I can feel your erection against my stomach right now pisses me off more than words could ever describe,” Eleanor murmurs, tired and bitterly.

  Sincir smiles. “I was just going to take care of it myself... But if you insist, I can do you for just a little more. Where do you want it?”

  She bites her lip. “Inside... I want you inside my ass; I want to feel you emptying your balls all the way inside.”

  ...How could he ever refuse?

  Moving down, Sincir takes her nipple into his mouth, then presses himself against her asshole’s entrance once more, slowly pushing his erection inside.

  Eleanor cries, shaking her hips weakly once he begins to move inside of her, then using her hands to grab onto his hair...

  He is so pent up at this point that it barely takes a moment of fucking her tight ass for him to shot his seed inside of her, groaning softly as he does so...

  Eleanor moans, curling her toes and finally releasing the small amount of tension remaining in her body. Letting go of him, she releases a small breath of relief, closing her eyes at st.

  Seeing her rexed, naked, sleeping figure, Sincir smiles... He wasn’t kidding when he said could do her all night, but he’ll let her be, for now.

  He is about to check up on the others when he notices Esme wobbling over on all fours, a satisfied look on her face, and a small amount of blood dripping from two small holes on her neck.

  Lying next to Eleanor, she hugs the other girl and smiles happily, snuggling against her... Looking at how Eleanor opens her eyes, staring at Esme groggily for a moment, then sighing and hugging her back, Sincir snorts.

  What cute things, they are...

  Unfortunately, as much as he wishes to y with them and cuddle, the vampire currently staring at him has a coffin to return to, and they have a slightly overdo talk to have before the night ends.