To Sincir’s surprise, Eleanor makes him lick her foot for a while, sometimes pushing her big toe into his mouth, sometimes pulling her foot away so that he’ll lick over her sole...

  Clearly, she is enjoying herself, and she watches him attentively the whole way through, shifting in between sustaining his gaze and staring at his needy member ever so often...

  He doesn’t know how long she’d have made him lick, if not for a whine from Esme eventually causing her to gnce toward the other girl.

  “...Yes?”

  Seeing that she successfully attracted Eleanor’s attention, Esme approaches his erection and gently hits her nose against it, whining again while meeting Eleanor’s gaze... Creator bless her Soul, she gets it.

  The nephilim bites her lip. “You’re right, we should get going... Up, Sincir. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you lick more ter.”

  Sincir whimpers sadly, as though disappointed, once Eleanor moves her foot away.

  Quickly rolling over and and rising on all fours, he throws her a look of betrayal while closing his legs and attempting to rub his raging erection in between his thighs.

  Pulling on his chain slightly, Eleanor clicks her tongue. “Bad dog; You know you’re not aloud to touch yourself. Open those legs.”

  Sincir shudders, making a show of quickly rubbing himself one more time before obeying. Meanwhile, Esme approaches him and happily brushes her body against his, barking once.

  Brushing her back, Sincir turns and crawls toward her back, smelling the air as he does so... Understand what he means to do, Esme bites her lip, but she doesn’t try to run away, allowing him to smell her asshole while also doing the same to him on her end...

  As he presses his nose against Esme’s asshole and sniffs loudly, taking in her smell, Sincir throws Eleanor a gnce; Seeing the both of them humiliating themselves so complete and utterly for her seems to have the nephilim nearly cumming on the spot, if her expression is anything to go by.

  She must know how horny she is making them, and how ashamed...

  Suddenly, Sincir barks, pcing a long lick against Esme’s puckered hole and causing her to yelp as he does so.

  Eleanor’s eyes widen, and she immediately pulls on their chains, separating the two of them. Seeing the angry look on her face, Sincir lowers his head submissively, whimpering.

  Eleanor smiles. “Enough pying, the both of you. If you behave, I’ll let you mate ter, but we need to head out for now.”

  Having said as much, she points them toward the kitchen, and in consequence, Sincir assumes, the backyard beyond it.

  Esme barks happily, crawling forward as though she can’t wait to take a walk outside...

  Producing a simir bark, Sincir follows after her, enjoying the view of her ass as it shakes in front of him.

  Crawling on one’s knees is surprisingly painful, especially if done rapidly, so Sincir is gd they’re heading to a softer surface to py... Though he isn’t sure if Eleanor has thought that far ahead, or if she simply wanted a bigger area to walk them...

  ...He would bet on the tter.

  Still, once they reach the backyard, he realizes she must’ve prepared it beforehand, having pced several nterns around the pce which, combined with a starry sky above, makes for quite the beautiful view.

  Eleanor doesn't say anything as they begin to walk over the grass, but Sincir feels her gaze over his body, creating a warm trail across it and making sure his member remains painfully hard in between his thighs...

  Instead of telling them what to do, she pulls their chains when they deviate from the direction she wants them to go, making for a calm, almost silent walk under the stars, if not for the occasional bark from one of them.

  Esme even goes out of her way to smell things... Sincir has to admit, she is nothing if not applied, when it comes to these things.

  They walk for a while, with Eleanor occasionally murmuring degrading comments about their needy genitals, exposed assholes, and being their owner, as they go.

  It is humiliating, to say the least, but not unbearably so, perhaps in virtue of the nephilim’s obvious excitement over the entire situation.

  Going by the stars above them, Sincir would say she walks them for half an hour or so before heading toward the bench near their bathhouse, and telling them to position in front of her, as she sits and releases a small sigh of relief.

  Sincir obeys, and of course, so does Esme.

  Meanwhile, crossing her legs, Eleanor smiles at them. “You’ve been very good tonight, so I thought I should give you some treats...” she says, nodding toward a small bag of cookies next to her Sincir didn’t notice was there until she pointed to it, “But you’ll have to work for them.”

  In between the colrs, the nterns, and the cookies, it is clear Eleanor spent no small amount of effort setting this up... She must’ve been looking forward to it ever since he promised her he’d let her dog-walk him.

  “Esme, come here,” Eleanor continues.

  Immediately, Esme barks happily, approaching her, and Eleanor grins while scratching under her jaw, causing Esme to shake her ass as she bites her lower lip and narrows her eyes slightly...

  Looking at her, Varzath could believe she is genuinely happy role-pying a dog, and knowing her, he bets that is probably the case.

  “Okay, enough scratching for now,” Eleanor says, before taking a key from a pocket on her shorts which she uses to unlock Esme’s colr, removing it entirely.

  Once more, Esme barks happily.

  Grabbing her chin and leading the shorter girl to meet her eyes, Eleanor smiles. “Go fetch a stick for me,” she orders, causing Esme to immediately set off in search of one.

  Once she is gone, Eleanor orders him to approach next, also removing his colr. While she scratches his chin, however, she also rubs her foot against his member, which had grown mostly soft over this past half an hour, bringing it to attention once more, to Sincir’s eternal annoyance.

  “Bad dog,” she whispers into his ear once he inadvertently humps her foot, “I told you to stay hard for me, didn’t I?”

  Sincir shudders, then whimpers, lowering his head.

  Eleanor chuckles. “I suppose it was too much to expect a horny, stray dog like you to obey orders correctly... However, as an apology for earlier, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself this once,” she continues, blue eyes gleaming maliciously as they stare into his, “Sit.”

  It is a testament of his iron will, but Sincir does menage not to grimace over her order. Of course, he knows what she means by “sit”, having seen trained dogs before, and even done simir pys in the past...

  Straightening himself while leaning back and raising his hands in the shape of paws, Sincir spreads his knees apart as far as he can while having his tongue hang from his mouth; The position is awkward, leaving his now half-standing member hanging openly as he stands on the tip of his toes to maintain his knees spread...

  After a moment of inspecting him, Eleanor bites her lower lip, then smiles.

  “Good boy.”

  Opening the bag in order to grab a cookie, she takes a small piece of it, then beckons him with a finger... Once he approaches, she pces the cookie piece in her own mouth, then locks her lips against his, mouth-feeding it to him through their kiss.

  And as they kiss, once more, she teases his member with her foot... Whimpering is all Sincir can do in order to stop himself from growling at her.

  “...Good boy,” she murmurs, slightly hoarsely, once their lips are apart again, “Now stay sitting for me until I tell you to move again.”

  Sincir almost curses, but he does obey her, returning to a sitting position.

  As Esme comes back, now carrying a stick in between her teeth, she throws him, and his once more painfully hard member, a look of sympathy.

  “Go smell him,” Eleanor orders, having also noticed the look, “Everywhere... Give me the stick first.”

  Esme does so, throwing him an apologetically look as she returns and begins to loudly sniff his body, starting from his neck and going downwards.

  His muscles tensing, Sincir forces himself not move throughout what is undoubtedly a punishment for not having stayed hard the whole time.

  “His feet and ass as well,” Eleanor orders once Esme is done sniffing his member.

  Sincir clenches his teeth; However, more than being mad over her pettiness, most of his focus is spent on maintaining his position and stopping himself from humping the air shamefully every time Esme begins to sniff one of his sensitive areas, often brushing her nose against his skin as she does so.

  Fucking idiot... Is she teasing him on purpose?!

  Seeing that he is leaking pre-cum again, Eleanor finally seems satisfied, ordering Esme to return.

  “You’ve been such a good girl from the beginning,” she says, smiling at Esme while scratching her jaw again, “I think you deserve a reward...”

  Splitting another piece of cookie, Eleanor also mouth-feeds Esme... Needless to mention, watching the girls tongue kissing in front of him doesn’t exactly help with his erection, especially once he notices Eleanor is using her foot to tease Esme’s sex through their kiss, just as she did to him...

  After a moment, Sincir whimpers, causing them to break their kiss.

  While still staring into Esme’s gleaming eyes, Eleanor grabs the stick she brought and smiles. “Go fetch,” she orders, throwing it toward the other end of their backyard.

  Once Esme runs after the piece of wood, Eleanor once more shifts her eyes back in his direction, giving his standing, needy member a look of appreciation, before moving her eyes toward his face and smiling.

  “Esme wet my foot. Come here and lick it clean for me.”

  Sincir shudders over her order, but since it beats staying in a “sitting” position, he doesn't compin, obediently crawling over and beginning to lick the foot she used to tease the both of them...

  He is still doing it by the time Esme returns with the stick in her mouth.

  “You too,” Eleanor orders, pointing toward her foot, “Go lick it with him.”

  To give them better access, she uncrosses her leg, presenting her foot in front of the two of them.

  ...Sincir sighs mentally. This must be the universe’s way of getting back at him for what he did to Mary earlier... Might as well get it over with.

  In between the two of them, it isn’t long before they’ve covered Eleanor foot in saliva. So much for cleaning it... Of course, that was not the point from the beginning.

  “Now, the other one,” Eleanor says, her hoarse voice denouncing her own desire as she pulls the foot they’ve been licking away, extending the other one in their direction.

  Once more, they begin to work, with Esme focusing on sucking Eleanor’s toes into her mouth, while he licks her soles and heel, uncaring about the fact they’re slightly dirty from having walked over the grass until now...

  Their tongues occasionally brushing causes the both of them to shudder, and Sincir is all but reaching his limit... If Eleanor doesn’t allow him to cum soon, he swears there will be hell to pay.

  “...That’s e-enough,” Eleanor finally says once they’ve also utterly covered her second foot in their saliva, pulling it away from them. Her expression makes it clear she wasn’t having all that much of an easy time herself, being most likely near her own limit from all the teasing she has put them through.

  “Esme, sit; Sincir, go fetch.”

  Ugh... Humanoids were not made for running on all fours...

  By the time Sincir returns with the stick Eleanor threw for him to fetch, Esme is all but squirming under her touch, having assumed the same sitting position he did earlier, as Eleanor “pets” her breasts and sex; The former with her hand, and the tter with her foot.

  “It’s okay, you can cum now... If you don’t mind cumming from my foot, anyway,” Eleanor is whispering to her as he approaches, “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to eat me out in the morning, and you’re going to kiss my foot if I tell you to...”

  Esme barks happily, and if her now moving hips are anything to by, she doesn’t mind using Eleanor’s foot to cum in the slightest.

  Sincir has no idea if Eleanor is being serious or not about domming Esme from now on, but he assumes she is speaking through her horniness, more than anything else at present...

  Still, Eleanor’s words do the trick, and it isn’t long before Esme is squirting all her foot, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the nephilim pces a thumb into her mouth, ordering her to suck on it, and smiles at her, before shifting her eyes toward him.

  Having been patiently waiting to deliver her the stick, Sincir whimpers softly; Thank the Creator, it seems she is finally about to finish their py, which is to say, to finish him off.

  Seeing the begging, desperate look on his face, Eleanor chuckles, rising from the bench while beckoning a still slightly gzed Esme to follow.

  Then, pcing her foot over the other girl’s back in the same way she did with him at the beginning, Eleanor forces Esme’s upper body down and pins her head to the ground, before ordering Esme to raise her ass and spread her legs.

  Watching Esme utterly drenched sex exposed in front of him, Varzath feels his erection throbbing painfully... A moment ter, he realizes Eleanor is staring at him with a knowing smiles on her face.

  “You can drop that stick, Sincir. We won’t be using it anymore.”

  Sincir does so, and she beckons him closer... Guessing what she’ll want him to do, he begins to smell Esme’s sex, as well as her asshole, and then to lick them.

  “What a good boy you are... Do you know how much I enjoyed seeing your thing hanging pathetically in between your thighs as you crawled around? Dripping pre-cum all over?”

  Oh, he can imagine it.

  “Creator, I wish I could keep you like this forever, only allowed to cum whenever I give you permission to... Chained to a wall, with your member hard and needy for me, until I decide to give you some attention...”

  Sincir growls, deep, from the back of his throat; He can feel his anger and annoyance growing out of control, even as he tells himself that she is only speaking her fantasies out loud, that she wouldn’t do something of the sort to him, and that she’ll let him cum soon enough... Right?

  “...I’d use you to pleasure myself, forcing you to watch me cum while knowing you’re going to sleep-”

  Sincir stops, his body tensing as his gaze snaps in Eleanor’s direction, and her words become caught in her throat.

  Eyes widening slightly once she realizes the look he has on his face, Eleanor steps back, removing her foot from Esme’s head... She never got to give another step; Uncaring for how he might look while doing it, Sincir activates both a speed and a strength buff at his current maximum output for both of them, simply pouncing on her as he does so.

  Activating her own magic, Eleanor tries to dodge him, but she is at least two beast too slow to do so, and they’re rolling through the ground in the next split second, with him ending up on top of her.

  Then, beginning to tear her clothes off, Sincir ignores her attempts at fending him off as well as her words, continuing to growl the whole time, and only stopping once she is lying on the grass butt-naked.

  “FUCK, SINCLAIR! LISTEN TO ME, DAMN IT! I SAID-”

  He grabs her ankles, then raises them until his cock is aliened with her asshole.

  “...Fuck,” Eleanor murmurs once she realizes what’s about to happen, “Can’t we talk about this?”

  “...Too te for talking, love; Time’s up,” he growls at her through clenched teeth.

  Sincir thrusts, and she screams, arching her back.

  Still, he doesn’t wait before beginning to move, pumping into her as fast and hard as he manages.

  Seeing as Eleanor’s expression is a now a mix of pain, pleasure, and annoyance, Sincir leans over and presses his mouth against hers, shoving his tongue inside.

  Even as her body quivers with each of his thrusts, Eleanor answers to his kiss with equal intensity, dragging her nails against his back as she does so...

  Having pushed her ankles far down enough that they’re now touching the grass beyond her head, Sincir pulls away from their kiss, absently noticing her screams and moans growing louder once more, as well as her toes curling at the edge of his vision, as he continues to fuck her ass at maximum speed...

  Chances are, if Eleanor was fully human, he’d have seriously hurt her by now, but Sincir knows her heritage allows her to take at least this much punishment, and so he doesn’t stop or slows down even as tears begin to stream down her face...

  He is pretty sure the pain is not what’s causing her to cry, in any case, if her growing expression of ecstasy and increasingly loud moans are anything to go by.

  Though he fears it might be too te, Sincir casts a sound-barrier wind spell around the two of them at this point, never stopping his hips as he does so.

  With the corner of his eyes, he notices Sincir on her knees, starting at the two of them with one hand against her mouth and the other in between her legs, moving rapidly...

  Once he bites her shoulder, Eleanor screams, clenching her fingers against the grass besides her head while arching her back...

  With her shaking heavily beneath his, it is obvious she has crossed the edge, and having her walls clenching around him is also more than Sincir can handle, leading him to shoot his seed deep within her bowels one fast thrust at a time through both of their orgasms...

  Once they’ve both stopped moving their hips, Sincir approaches his mouth from her ear, whispering hoarsely, “You think this was rough? You don’t want to know what would happen were I to escape from that wall one day...”

  Eleanor shudders over his words, and with a chuckle, Sincir licks her ear pyfully.

  “Well, as long as you accept the risks, I don’t mind pying the dog, the sve, or the cuck for you...”

  Pulling out of her, Sincir finally releases his hold over ankles, rolling over and lying on the grass next to her as he does so.

  A moment ter, he blinks toward the immense, starry sky above.

  ...Fuck, he did it again, didn’t he?

  “...Sorry.”

  Next to him, Eleanor snorts. “A bit te for that, don’t you think?”

  Sincir grimaces. “I did warn you about edging me... What were you trying to tell me back there, anyway?”

  “...I was trying to say that I was going to let you fuck Esme, and that you didn’t need to edge yourself anymore.”

  “...Oh.”

  “No, don’t apologize again; I deserved this one. Also... It might’ve been the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  Sincir chuckles. As he turns to stare at her, he realizes she was already watching him, and their eyes meet.

  “...Peace?” he asks.

  She smiles at him. “I don’t know... I think I might’ve started to like our angry fucks.”

  Turning away from her once more, Sincir groans. “Don’t even joke... I think we might’ve woken up the house again.”

  Eleanor snorts. “We should just invite them all to watch, next time. Now that I’ve experienced this... I’d rather die than return to how things were before.”

  “Uhm... Are you guys okay? I can speak normally now, right?”

  Both Sincir and Eleanor turn toward Esme, who approaches them with a worried look on her face.

  “Yeah, we’re fine,” Sincir reassures her, “Can you grab our clothes from the living room? Also, go upstairs once you’re dressed, to grab Eleanor something new...”

  Eleanor sighs. “If this keeps up, I might have to go out for some new clothes, soon.”

  Esme shakes her head. “I’d say that I want you to fuck me like that someday, Sin, but I fear I might not survive the experience... In view of my own mortality, I guess I’ll be back with clothes for everybody soon.”

  Sincir chuckles as he watches her petite, naked ass walking away...

  “...Next time we’re all fucking, you’re going to lick our feet while me and Esme do it.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “I’ll do no such thing... Maybe if you hadn’t raped my ass two minutes ago, I’d consider it.”

  Sincir rises an eyebrow at her. “Would you rather I lock you out of the room? After everything you pulled on us tonight, you’re getting off light on this, Eleanor.”

  Eleanor tightens her jaw, averting her eyes from his. “...Kisses?” she murmurs a moment ter.

  “Naw, you’re licking them; All four, until the both of us cum.”

  She curses.

  “I told you to be nice, but do you ever listen?”

  “I was nice...”

  Sincir snorts.

  “...Damn it. I tried to be nice...”

  He chuckles. “Don’t worry, a bit of deserved humiliation never killed anybody, and neither of us will tell.”

  She sighs. “I suppose I should count myself lucky there won’t be an audience this time...”

  “Don’t give me ideas.”

  She curses again.

  “...Heh, I knew you liked pying with them.”

  “...I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything I did was a part of our py.”

  Sincir snorts. “Of course it was... Purely professional, I’m sure of it.”

  Grimacing, Eleanor turns away from him.

  “...Is it my fault?”

  “Of course it is your damn fault! I had never thought of them that way, and then you did all of those things to me...!”

  “Sorry... I think it might be contagious. A friend of mine was also the reason I... Well, I guess I have to admit at this point that I’ve got it too.”

  “...Is there a cure?”

  Sincir ughs. “You could try doing it so much that you get it out of your system, or you could try ignoring it, and pretending that the desire isn’t there... So no, not really. It’d be easier to simply accept it.”

  “Still a virgin, and already a deviant,” Eleanor murmurs bitterly, “You better take responsibility, you stupid sex demon.”

  “Hey, Esme is also a virgin, and she was a deviant long before I met her... Though I admit I might be in part responsible for corrupting you.”

  Eleanor snorts. “In part, he says...”