Eleanor bites her lower lip. “You r-really don’t need to force yourselves...”

  “Force...? We want to give you a good time,” Sincir corrects, “Do you know why, Eleanor...? Because you’re so damn fucking hot, it hurts to look at you sometimes... Let us get it out of our system...”

  Ena nods, the slightly bitter look on her face making it clear she more than agrees with the hurting part...

  With the two of them lying on either side of her, half on top of her body while using their hands and mouth to gently explore her body, the look on Eleanor’s face makes it clear she is having a hard time processing her current situation...

  Even with all the sex they’ve had recently, being gently pampered like this is still a first for her, and by the two of them, in her own bed, no less...

  “Tell us about one of your fantasies,” Sincir whispers next to her ear as he continues to py with Eleanor’s breast closest to him, and Ena takes the other one, pinching her nipple, then twisting it, her expression one of annoyance as she stares toward her rival’s generous bust, “Something you’d have fingered yourself to after telling us goodnight...”

  “Ena,” Eleanor growls, snapping her eyes toward Ena and causing the half-elf to cringe, her carcasses quickly becoming several tones gentler.

  “Sorry...” Ena murmurs, smiling apologetic as she softly kisses the nephilim’s shoulder, “I couldn’t help myself... Won’t happen again, promise.”

  Eleanor narrows her eyes at her, then sighs, shifting her gaze toward the ceiling once more as she clears her throat softly. “...One of my fantasies, you said? Something nice...? Or something mean...?”

  “Whichever,” he whispers her, “Neither of us will judge you... Rex.”

  Eleanor takes a deep breath, seeming to make an effort to rex her muscles... At this point, they’re all sweaty from having fucked so much earlier, and Eleanor makes for a rather warm pillow... To say her room now smells of sex would be putting it lightly, but if the slightly feverish look in the nephilim’s eyes is anything to go by, he doubts she minds any of it (and she also admitted it out loud that she licks the smell once before).

  “I... Sometimes, I imagine that, after failing our night training... You two would stare down at me, smile, and say that you are tired of my bullshit...” Eleanor starts hesitantly, before suddenly moaning softly under their caresses, and moving one of her hands toward her sex, beginning to rub herself...

  “Don’t give us ideas,” Ena murmurs, causing him to chuckle.

  “Stop it, Ena; Let her concentrate.”

  Eleanor throws Ena another dirty look, though she doesn’t stop moving her hand as she does so, soon shifting her gaze back to stare at the ceiling.

  “I’d first feel shock,” she continues, slightly breathlessly, “And betrayal... Followed be fear, once I realize I’m utterly defenceless, and that I probably deserve what’s about to happen... I’d curse at you, and you’d shake your head, Sincir, as if I should had seen it coming...”

  Sincir hums, gently beginning to hump her thigh with his erection while pyfully biting her ear. “Seems like something I’d do... And then? I’m guessing we aren’t about to tickle you...?”

  Eleanor shudders. “No... You’d tell Ena to grab my things upstairs... Then you’d begin to undress me as she goes up... Coldly, harshly... I’d scream at you, but you’d ignore me this time... And finally, once Ena came back with a filled backpack, you’d grab my hair, and begin to drag me toward the door, naked...”

  “You have quite the realistic image of us in your fantasies,” Sincir murmurs drily, while pcing a small bite against her shoulder.

  “Never mind that you actually dragged her up a set of stairs, by her hair, naked...?” Ena retorts, doing something simir against Eleanor’s other shoulder.

  “Not toward the door; To my room. There is a big difference there, Ena.”

  Eleanor snorts. “Do you two idiots want me to finish, or not...?”

  “Sorry...” both him and Ena murmur simultaneously, causing Eleanor to chuckle.

  “I know...” she whispers while moaning softly, “You wouldn’t do something of the sort... But in my fantasy... I realize I was wrong by the point you reach for the handle of our front door, Ena... What... Do you think happens then...?”

  “...You beg?” Sincir guesses.

  Eleanor bites her lower lip, arching her back slightly, and releases another soft moan, blue eyes gleaming intensely as she stares toward her ceiling. “I beg...” she confirms, “Loud and desperately, like a fucking bitch... Promising I’m going to change, do all the chores on my own from now... Still, for a moment, I think you might go through with it, regardless... Until Sincir tells you to stop, Ena, and smiles...”

  Sincir can picture the scene in his mind... Eleanor, begging desperately... Naked, on her knees... Defenceless, at their mercy, saying she’d do anything to be allowed to stay...

  “What... What happens then?” he whispers into her ear, hoarsely, “Do we tell you to kiss our feet as you beg...?”

  Eleanor gres at him. “Didn’t have a foot fetish thanks to you yet, so no... But I suppose, it’d fit... And I’d have done it, foot fetish or not...” she admits, voice thick with desire, her hand now moving increasingly faster...

  “So... After you kiss our feet like a good bitch, and promises to do every chore...?” Ena murmurs breathlessly, like him, having also begun to drag her sex against Eleanor at some point, “Does the evil version of us forgive you...?”

  “Of course n-not!” Eleanor says through a hushed scream, now fingering herself about as fast as she possibly could, “As if... Years of being a cunt... Could’ve been forgiven with just that much! After making me swear on my knees I’d be your bitch from thereon...! You two would take me to the backyard, still naked...! And Sincir grabs one of our wooden swords...!”

  “F-fuck, El...! You should’ve told me you wanted it bad enough to beg! I’d have gdly spanked you until that stupidly perfect ass was all nice and red!” Ena retorts, her humping having grown simirly desperate...

  With the two of them doing themselves so desperately in front of him, Sincir isn’t doing much better, and he ends up moving one of his hands down to begin jerking himself as Eleanor continues...

  “You’d hit me until I was begging you to stop, Sincir...! Heal me, and then start again...! All night long! And come morning...! You’d tell me to start doing the chores naked...!”

  Eleanor screams, shuddering as her orgasm hits her, and Ena soon follows suit, hugging the nephilim tighter through her own climax...

  Also feeling his limit approaching, Sincir briefly considers changing positions to do it, but then discards the idea, simply releasing his seed over Eleanor’s thigh, which he had been humping earlier...

  “...Sin,” Ena murmurs once they’re all through with their orgasms, now panting as a sweaty pile of warm bodies, “This... This is too good... I can’t... More... I want to more... I need more...”

  Fuck... How many times have they cum already...? He did it three times... Eleanor... Ten...? Or close to that... And Ena, five or so...?

  Realizing the two of them are staring at him, gazes gleaming feverishly, he grimaces.

  “Are the two of you... fucking insane...? I’ve been to orgies with less sex than this... And you still want more...?”

  Eleanor seems to hesitate, some amount of sanity returning to her eyes. “You’re probably right... I hear the girls downstairs, and I think they’ve finished with lunch sometime ago. Should we go down to eat...? And then, we can head for the guild together, Sincir...”

  “Fuck that,” Ena interjects, “I want... More of this... And I want it now...!”

  Both him and Eleanor blink.

  “I finally... Feel that I’m close to you two,” Ena continues, leaf-green eyes gleaming with unfallen tears as she tightens her jaw, sustaining their gazes, “And it feels so good, I could die... Fuck the food! Fuck the guild!”

  Sincir sighs. “I’m sorry, Ena, but we don’t know how much time No’s father might have left, if any at all, so we cannot postpone our visit to the guild... However, I guess we could leave it for te afternoon, which would give us another couple of hours to explore each other.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Fucking hell... At the very least, we should eat before doing anything else. And I’m thirst.”

  He nods. “I’ll go down for food and water, since I’ll need some time to recharge before going again... But, before I do that, I want to know if you two want a nice, cozy afternoon of mindless sex, or for me put some effort into our py... I could go for whichever.”

  The girls exchange a look.

  “By effort, do you mean...?” Ena asks while shifting her gaze to meet his once more.

  He smiles at her. “I did promise I’d punish you two for bickering so much... I could forget about it, or not; Your choice.”

  Eleanor chuckles. “Fine... How about we leave the cuddling for night time, then? I think we deserve some punishment, Ena, for having ruined today’s training, and for everything we’ve put our little demon through, recently...”

  “You’re just a pervert who enjoys being punished,” Ena retorts, before sighing as she continues, in a more agreeable tone, “But, though I’d personally go for a nice afternoon of mindless sex, I know that would bore you, El... And also, I do agree that we deserve a little punishment for having ruined today’s training session before it could even begun.”

  Sincir smiles at them, then sits up, slowly stretching his arms and as cracking his neck as he does so... The fuck with Eleanor took it from him earlier, no joke. And the way she turned the tables on him... He won’t forget it so soon.

  “What should we do?” Ena asks, to which he shakes his head, telling her to be patient.

  The two of them of them watch him as he rises from their warm nest (quite regrettably), and inspects the ground for their underwear, which he grabs, before walking back to them and showcasing the pieces of cloth as they hang from two of his fingers.

  “Since you two can’t seem to get along, I was thinking I’d have you do some exercises to help you sympathize with the other a little more,” he tells them, grinning toward their curious, slightly hesitant expressions, “In an army, putting soldiers through simir hardships often builds comradery in between them... Now, show me those asses, soldiers.”

  Once more, they exchange looks, and Ena shakes her head. “Why did we agree with this, again...?”

  Eleanor sighs. “Because he made it seem as though he didn’t care about which one we’d choose, and we fell for it perfectly... See how he already had this whole thing pnned from the start?”

  Sincir blinks. Actually, he was being serious when he said he’d have been fine with whichever... Eleanor is giving him a bit too much credit here, but since they’re already rising to obey his order, he lets it slide.

  “...What now?” Ena asks.

  Having kneeling over Eleanor’s bed, the two of them obediently stick their asses out, and Sincir takes a moment to appreciate the view of their gleaming sexes, assholes, naked backs, soles, and ass cheeks...

  With them right next to each other like this, the contrast in between their bodies is striking... However, he wisely decides not to comment on it. Instead, since Eleanor’s ass cheeks are still red from the spanking he gave her earlier, and Ena’s asshole must still be hurting the finger insertion she went through, he takes some time to feel them up while casting a few healing spells...

  “...We’ll start with you, Ena,” he whispers next to her ear once he is done groping (healing) them, “Your jealousy is understandable... But don’t worry, we’ll keep working on it until you’ve learned to love every cranny and curve of our troublemaker housemate...”

  She shudders. “Every cranny...? I-it’s fine if you leave a couple of them out, actually...”

  Their gazes meet once Ena throws him a look over her shoulder, and he smiles at her, showcasing Eleanor’s panties.

  She grimaces. “...I’d rather have yours.”

  “That would defeat the point of the exercise, love. Open up, c’mon.”

  Ena sighs, but she does obediently open her mouth, allowing him to shove the nephilim’s used underwear inside...

  “...Good girl. I won’t tie you, but I want you to maintain your hands behind your back the whole time, or I’ll have to make things even harder for you, okay?”

  She gres at him, but he ignores it and pats her head, before throwing Eleanor, who had been watching them, a grin.

  “Anxious, love?”

  She shrugs. “I’m curious... And hungry.”

  Nodding, he straightens himself while gently grabbing Ena by her nape’s hair, which has so she groans muffledly, throwing him another dirty look.

  “Where first?” he asks Eleanor, smiling suggestively at her as he does so.

  Meeting Ena’s annoyed gaze, she slowly smiles. “Since she has her mouth busy, I presume you mean to use the rest of her face...? I’m quite sweaty, you know?”

  “We all are... It’s the point. If you were clean, then it wouldn’t be much of a punishment.”

  She nods, having most likely presumed as much. “Start with me feet then, going up from there... Makes it simple.”

  Ena grimaces, gring at her...

  Did she not realize Eleanor is going to go through the same process ter, yet? Or maybe she doesn’t care?

  In any case, he should hurry a little so they can all eat...

  Eleanor stays kneeling over her bed as he uses his hold over Ena to approach her face from the nephilim’s left sole, pausing just as her nose is about to touch it.

  “You can smell it on your own, or I can drag our nose all over her body,” he tells Ena, matter-of-fact like.

  Having been visibly holding her breath (almost certainly in order to spite the two of them, rather than because she cares that much about Eleanor’s smell), Ena throws him a sidelong gnce, the look in her leaf-green eyes making it clear she has no intention of doing this willingly.

  ...So much for getting through this part fast. Well, he’d do it her way, in this case...

  This time, he pushes Ena’s head down until her nose is actually pressed against Eleanor’s sole, maintaining it there while gently beginning to move her head in order to drag the appendage over the avaible surface...

  Ena struggles, but she doesn’t use her hands... He’d respect her quite a bit if she could hold her breath until passing out, but that sort of determination if hard to come by, and she soon takes her first breath of air, before quickly trying to hold her breathing again...

  Sincir rolls his eyes. Is she role-pying? He hopes so, because if not, then she is only prolonging her suffering needlessly, since he’d have let her get away with a single breath had she obeyed him from the beginning.

  As it is, he maintains Ena’s nose pressed against Eleanor’s foot (who smiles throughout the whole process, clearly enjoying her rival’s suffering) for several minutes, until the half-elf finally begins to breath normally, no longer being able to stop herself from doing so.

  Seeing that her face is nearly purple, he shakes his head with incredulity. “Are you an idiot? You do realize you’re making this a dozen times worse than it needs to be, right?”

  Ena groans, shifting her eyes to gre at Eleanor and making it clear the reason for her resistance is knowing how much the other girl is enjoying this whole thing...

  Sincir sighs. At this point, he is almost certain these exercises won’t do much to actually stop them from bickering in the future, but at least he’ll get to enjoy making them suffer a little for all the bullshit they put him through.

  “...Ena, look, we can’t move on until you take a nice, deep breath... Just get it over with. If you take minutes per body part, we’ll be here all afternoon... Unless that’s what you want? I mean, far from me to judge your tastes, but if you like it so much, then I’m sure Eleanor will let you smell her foot as much as you want ter... Provided you beg for it.”

  Ena’s cheeks redden, and she gres at him... However, seeming to realize they really won’t move on until she gives in, she eventually grimaces, shifting her gaze back to Eleanor’s foot, and taking a hesitant, small sniff.

  Eleanor snorts, and he rolls his eyes. “Obviously, that won’t cut it, love.”

  Ena groans, this time taking a much bigger, loud sniff.

  “Again,” he orders, “For having taken so damn long.”

  Ena does so, at st taking a slow, deep breath whistle having her nose pressed against Eleanor’s foot, and Sincir nods to himself, pushing her back from it, and moving her head toward the nephilim’s other foot.

  “You know the deal,” he tells Ena once she throws him an incredulous look, “I trust you won’t fight against me this time?”

  Ena grimaces, but she does obediently take a couple of deep breaths as he holds her nose against the nephilim’s second sole...

  Once she is done, he raises her head, pushing it back in order to meet her gaze.

  “Good girl... Did you like it?”

  Ena rolls her eyes, and he raises an eyebrow at her.

  “I see... I guess we need to do it a couple more times, t-”

  Her eyes widening, she quickly nods several times.

  “...What? You liked it, then?”

  She nods again.

  “You liked smelling her foot?”

  Ena throws a quick gce toward Eleanor, who smiles at her, then quickly nods once more.

  “Well, it’s a good thing that you liked it, because we’ll have to repeat the process the next time I catch the two of you bickering during our training... Also, you do not want to find out what will happen if, Creator forbid, the two of you bicker while we’re out on the field. Is that clear?”

  Ena nods, and, after a moment, so does Eleanor, who loses her teasing smile.

  “Good... And Eleanor, I know you’ll hate this punishment a lot less than pipsqueak over here, but I want you to think about how much she is suffering as it happens... I know you sympathize with her a lot more than you show.”

  Eleanor grimaces, rolling her eyes. “Whatever... Are we done now?”

  “With your feet? Sure. Now stick your ass out for me and spread your cheeks.”

  Both of them freeze, widening their eyes slightly.

  “What? I told you from the beginning we’d only start with your feet, didn’t I?”

  “Wait,” Eleanor interjects, “I’ll do it in her stead... Just have me smell her for twice as long or something.”

  Sincir snorts. “No; Ena is as much to bme for the two of you bickering, and so she’ll take her part of the punishment... You two agreed to this, remember? Are you backing out now?”

  Eleanor hesitates. “I’m assuming, next time, we won’t have much of a choice?”

  “If you want to continue learning from me, then no, you’ll not,” he confirms, “But, like I said, I was willing to let it slide this time, in view of everything that happened in between us this morning...”

  Eleanor sighs; Then, she slowly leans forward, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands as she does so. “Sorry, pipsqueak, but we both need to learn how to control our emotions a little better... Maybe this will help you, since you hate it so much.”

  Having obviously realized what’s about to happen at this point, Ena squirms against his hold over her hair, groaning loudly in protest... However, since she is maintaining her hands obediently crossed behind her back, he assumes she is still okay with their py/punishment, and pushes her forward regardless, until her nose is pressed over Eleanor’s spread asshole, slightly squashed against the puckered surface.

  “C’mon, soldier... Three nice, deep, long breaths, and we’ll move on,” he tells her, “Or, we could be here for several minutes, instead, like st time, and in the end, I’ll make you take as many breaths as I deem necessary.”

  Ena squirms some more, her cheeks blushed...

  “...Four now,” he says, causing her eyes to widen slightly.

  “Just get it over with!” Eleanor admonishes while turning to gre at Ena over her shoulder, “At this point, you’re making me think there’s something wrong with my body, idiot!”

  Ena makes a face, pausing her struggling to gre at the other girl.

  “Smell,” Eleanor orders her, her narrowed eyes daring the half-elf to continue resisting, “And make it look as though you like it... Or you won’t like what will happen when my turn comes around, pipsqueak.”

  Sincir can see the thought crossing through Ena’s eyes as she sustains the nephilim’s gaze; How much she wishes to continue spiting the two of them, against how much it’ll cost her to do so... And he can also see the moment she decides it might not be wise to continue pying with fire, moment at which she lowers her gaze once more, and then takes a deep, slow breath from Eleanor’s asshole.

  “Three more,” he reminds her, now slightly hoarsely.

  Ena shudders, grimacing, but she does breath again, just as slow and deeply as the first time...

  Four breaths in, Sincir pulls her back up again, this time having so she meets Eleanor’s eyes, who is still staring at them over her shoulder, now with slightly blushed cheeks.

  “Did you like it?” he asks the nephilim, “Having me forcing her to smell your sweaty asshole?”

  Eleanor’s blush deepens slightly. “Does it look like I enjoy it?” she murmurs through clenched teeth.

  Sincir chuckles. “I don’t think she hated smelling you as much as she is making it seem like it, love... She is just being her usual brat self. But if you want, I can ask Esme to test how bad it feels ter, after one of your training sessions... Unless you’d prefer me to be the one doing it?”

  Her eyes widening slightly, Eleanor gres at him, her face now entirely crimson. “Nobody smells good after a workout! Why would I be any different?!”

  He smiles at her. “Really...? I quite like your smell, but it’s fine if you don’t believe me. In any case, today, Ena will be the one enjoying it to her heart’s contentment... Now put those arms up for me.”

  Eleanor stares at him for a moment, incredulous-looking, and Sincir sighs.

  “Really? Are you going to fight me on this as well? Fine, let’s do it like this; For every second you take in raising your arms, I’ll have Ena smell your armpits for another ten, starting now.”

  “Dipshit,” Eleanor curses, although she immediately, if still somewhat hesitantly, raises her elbows above her head, “Is this good enough?”

  “Sure... Ena?”

  Having watched their exchange from beginning to end, Ena shudders once he turns his gaze in her direction, but she does nod toward his questioning look, indicating she’ll cooperate this time.

  “Two breaths each, and we’ll be done... Be a good girl, and it won’t take long at all.”

  The girls’ gazes meet as he approaches Ena’s head from Eleanor’s exposed armpit, pressing her nose against its slightly wet surface.

  Once Ena obediently takes a slow, deep breath, never moving her eyes away from Eleanor’s as she does so, the nephilim blushes.

  Sincir chuckles. “Is it nice, Ena?” he asks.

  This time, Ena closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath, moaning softly.

  Eleanor’s eyes widen, and she immediately pulls away from the half-elf.

  Sincir ughs. “Come back here, idiot, or I will have her smelling you for the rest of the day!”

  Well, would you look at that... Perhaps he was wrong about the effectiveness of the exercises, after all.