By the time Rez falls asleep and he heads up, having had to force himself not to lie next to her, Sincir finds the house empty, most of their nterns put out, and their more mana intense runes already activated for the night... It seems the girls are becoming better at purifying their mana; He should remember to praise them ter.
Assuming they’re upstairs, Sincir heads toward the room he shares with Esme, knocking once as he reaches its door, and then enters...
Ena sits at their bed with her legs and arms crossed, Eleanor leans against the wall, also with her arms crossed, while Esme is caring for the firepce, feeding its fmes.
They all look at him as he enters, and it is obvious at a first gnce they were waiting for his arrival.
...He should’ve cuddled to sleep next to Rez, shouldn’t he?
“Close the door,” Ena says, her tone making it clear she is not asking.
Sincir sighs, but he does as instructed.
“Well? May I know why am I being treated as the enemy now...? Is this still about what happened this morning?”
“Sorry, Sin,” Esme murmurs, smiling at him apologetically as she does so, “I’m not mad at you personally, but the three of us talked today, and we promised to stay on the same side when it comes to these things, from now on...”
Eleanor snorts. “By talk, you mean that a certain half-elf made it clear it was either this, or being enemies.”
Ena grimaces, though she doesn’t deny being the mastermind behind their small coup. “You’re not the enemy, idiot...” she says, her posture somewhat defensive as she meets his gaze, sustaining it, “This is just so you don’t have us walking around in circles, and so we’re not fighting each other pointlessly all the time.”
“It’s an alliance against me, however you want to put it,” Sincir retorts drily, causing her to press her lips together.
If one ever wondered why Varzath doesn’t do harems, in spite of having had more than enough chances to during his time as a Lord, there you have it; No matter how much of a shameless pyboy he is, if they all turn against him at once, he’ll be eaten alive, and they’ll be the ones dictating the rules before the end of the month.
“Ena... He is staring at us like we killed his pet,” Esme murmurs.
“I can’t see that, Esme,” Ena murmurs back through clenched teeth.
“That’s some look of betrayal right there, if I’ve ever seen one...” Eleanor adds.
“Is there a point to this?!” Sincir asks. Having reached the end of his patience with them, he crosses his arms, gring at each girl in turn, “If you have demands, speak them at once so that we can all go to sleep.”
They exchange gnces.
“...He said sleep, not fuck,” Eleanor points out, “Good job, pipsqueak.”
“Shut up! Whose fault do you think it was that we end up here to begin with?! Things were fine this morning, and you-!”
Sincir would’ve told them to shut up and at least stick to their stupid alliance for more than five seconds, if not for noticing Esme approaching him with a slightly awkward smile on her face.
“C’mon, don’t be like this...” she murmurs as she wraps her arms around his waist and leans down for a brief kiss, whispering against his lips, “I don’t think Ena meant to make you upset... She was just trying to get us not to be enemies, and I agree with her in that we shouldn’t.”
“I’m not upset,” Sincir lies, causing her to chuckle.
Bringing her hands up in order to begin to gently massage his shoulders, Esme meets his gaze again and smiles. “Did us teaming up make you scared, then?”
Sincir presses his lips together, even as he feels some of his tension melting away... The girls might’ve teamed up, but they’re still his girls; They wouldn’t want to actually upset him.
“...Sin?”
He averts his eyes from her, feeling his cheeks grow slightly heated as he realizes Ene and Eleanor are now watching the two of them.
“Fine... I admit I might’ve overreacted slightly to your small coalition,” he murmurs out loud, “But no king wants to enter a room and realize his subjects have allied against him, so give me a break, okay?”
“We didn’t ally against you!” Ena shouts, her frustration now obvious in her voice and expression.
Sincir snorts.
“You’re lying to yourself, pipsqueak; If we allied, it’s because we want a better chance of standing up to him... There could be no other reason,” Eleanor says.
Ena tightens her jaw, leaf-green eyes hesitant as they meet his once more... Then she blinks rapidly, quickly averting her gaze away.
“I-I didn’t mean to upset you, okay?!” she whispers, sounding as though she is about to start crying.
Sincir grimaces; How is it that they ambush him with this, and he still gets made to be the bad guy in the end?!
Sighing, Sincir steps away from Esme, shaking his head toward her uncertain, hesitant look, then walks toward Ena, who still refuses to look at him again even as he approaches the bed, sitting by her side.
“...No king should have unlimited power either,” he whispers at her while gently running the back of his fingers against her cheek, “And I don’t bme you for standing up to yourself, Ena... But that doesn’t mean I’ll like it when you guys turn against me. If you want some advice; Next time, you should make it less obvious, and easy me into it, rather than treating it like a trial... How do you think I feel when I enter in here and see all of you starting at me the way you were?”
“It was just me... Those two idiots were already bashing their eyelids from the moment they saw you,” she murmurs angrily.
He chuckles. “You convinced them to join you, which makes you their leader... You can’t expect them to take the initiative here.”
Throwing him a sidelong look, Ena blinks.
“What? You hadn’t thought about it that way?”
“I... I guess. Do you really not mind it? Us teaming up against you?”
“I do mind it.” A lot, actually. “But if that’s what you need in order to feel safe in our retionship... I’ll find a way to deal with it.”
Ena bites her lower lip. “Sorry, Sin.”
Sincir supposes he cannot bme her for feeling insecure about things with how everything started in between the two of them, and having to share him with other girls, Eleanor included... Really, he should’ve seen something of the sort coming, after what happened this morning.
“It’s fine... Let’s just get it over with, okay? If you pnned everything to this extent, you must have things you want to address, right?”
Ena shifts her gaze toward the other two.
“Are you guys fine with this?” she murmurs.
“With you becoming the harem’s head girl?” Eleanor asks, shrugging, “As long as you don’t expect me to take orders from you or something.”
“I’m not the leader type, exactly, so...” Esme says, smiling at Ena encouragingly, “Don’t let it get to your head, okay?”
Ena nods. “In this case... Before we start, Eleanor, you have something to say to Esme, don’t you?”
Eleanor grimaces; If the look on her face is anything to go by, she already regrets having allowed Ena to become their de facto leader.
“She does?” Esme asks, cocking her head toward the nephilim.
Eleanor sighs, straightening herself as she uncrosses her arms and avert her gaze from the other girl’s. “Yeah... I didn’t have a chance to properly apologize to you st time, because of everything that happened with Ena.”
“Oh... Don’t worry, we’re good; I saw what you did for Ena, and there’s nothing you could’ve done to me in the short time we’ve known each other that would warrant anything close to that. I was really impressed... No matter how much I had wronged somebody, I don’t think I could’ve ever put myself at their mercy the way you did... Of course, it was very brave of you to ask for forgiveness to begin with, and commendable...”
Still not facing her, Eleanor tightens her jaw. “You’re no making this any easier, idiot.”
Sincir chuckles. “She wants you to punish her a little so she gets rid of her guilt... It’s just how she works,” he expins.
Next to him, Ena rolls her eyes. “Fucking pervert...” she murmurs under her breath, though it is clear Eleanor still heard it, given the dirty look she throws the half-elf.
“...In any case,” Eleanor murmurs through clenched teeth, before sighing as she meets Esme’s gaze once more, “I’m sorry for having allowed my jealousy to get the best of me... I treated you much worst than you deserved, and when you still offered to become my friend in spite of that, I threw it in your face...”
Esme bites her lower lip. “Wait, if we’re doing this, don’t I get naked Eleanor...?”
Eleanor grimaces, her expression darkening. “I swear, Esme... Did you even listen a single fucking word-?”
“No, she has a point,” Ena interjects, “Even No got to see you begging pathetically for her forgiveness, so it isn’t very fair that Esme doesn’t get a proper apology, is it?”
Sincir quickly averts his gaze, barely stopping himself from bursting into ughter.
“What I did to Esme does not warrant this much,” he hears Eleanor saying, “Or what I did to No, for that matter... But if you want me to, Esme, I’ll undress.”
“Wow, really? Can I see you on your knees, too?”
Eleanor groans... By the time he turns to stares at her again, however, she is already taking her clothes off under Esme’s gleaming, attentive brown eyes...
Once she naked, Eleanor kneels, staring up at Esme, and tightens her jaw, clearly making an effort to maintain her expression at least somewhat neutral. “...Now what?” she asks, slightly hoarsely.
Esme licks her lips, now nervous looking. “S-sorry, I was kidding about the kneeling part; I didn’t think you’d actually do it...”
Seeing Eleanor’s eyes fring with rage, and sensing that things are about to grow out of control, Sincir quickly clears his throat and rises, stepping in between the two of them.
“Okay, calm down, the two of you... Esme, it’s a bit mean if you joke when she is seriously trying to apologize,” he tells her.
“I get that! I mean, now I do!”
“It’s fine...” Eleanor murmurs through clenched teeth, “Let your perverted instincts guide you, if you must, and tell me what to do next, so that we can be over this.”
Esme stares from Eleanor’s incensed gaze to him, her expression desperate. “C-c’mon, she looks like she is already deciding where to bury my body!”
“Eleanor, the point of this was not so that you could scare her,” Ena interject, causing Eleanor to throw her a warning look.
“Go on, pipsqueak, keep pushing... See how far you can take it.”
Ena swallows, seeming to realize she is taking things a little too far as well... The burning light behind Eleanor’s eyes might’ve had something to do with that.
“And Esme, since you started this, you are finishing it,” Eleanor continues, now turning to gre toward the librarian again, “I wouldn’t keep the angry nephilim on her knees for long, if I were you.”
Sincir sighs, though he doesn’t deny the fact she has good reason to be a little upset with Esme this time, who is still hesitating... Taking a step toward her, he presses his hand against her lower back, meeting her clear browns eyes.
“Be brave, love,” he murmurs to her, “She’d never truly hurt you... So, if you take things too far here, what do you think will happen ter?”
Esme blinks... Then her eyes widen slightly, and she smiles. “I see what you mean...”
“Esme,” Eleanor growls, having clearly reached the end of her patience over being made to wait on her knees.
After another brief moment of holding his eyes, Esme finally shifts her gaze toward Eleanor again, still smiling. “...You’d really do anything to rid yourself of your guilt, wouldn’t you?”
Seeming a little taken aback by the other girl’s change of attitude, Eleanor narrows her eyes. “Not anything... But I won’t deny there is much I’d do, yes.”
Except the thing she feels guilty about the most cannot be changed, hence her self-destructive behaviour... Sincir shakes his head mentally, though he doesn’t interfere.
Esme clicks her tongue, walking forward until she is standing before Eleanor. “Fine, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself...”
Eleanor takes a moment to realize Esme is pointing toward her own foot, blinking as she does so.
“Who is first girlfriend?” Esme asks, raising an eyebrow at the kneeling nephilim while continuing to point toward her own foot, the intention of the gesture clear at this point.
Eleanor’s incredulity is visible in her expression, and Ena is not doing much better on the side... Sincir won’t deny he is also surprised.
“You... You can’t be serious,” Eleanor murmurs.
Esme cocks his head. “Didn’t you want me to punish you for being a bitch? The reason you treated me terribly was because you were jealous of my position as first girlfriend... You even said as much yourself. So, making you recognize me seems like a fair apology, doesn’t it?”
Ena clears her throat. “I hate to say it, but she... She has a point, El. And you did offer yourself...”
Eleanor’s expression rapidly changes a couple of times, before setting into an undeniable glow of shame as her cheeks quickly grow heated.
“...So?” Esme asks, having yet to stop pointing.
The nephilim grimaces... Then, never averting her gaze from the Esme’s clear brown eyes, she slowly grovels, softly kissing the bridge of her foot.
“You... You’re first girlfriend, Esme.”
Esme smiles, then puts her other foot forward, pointing at it. “And who is first girl?”
Eleanor’s eyes fre with rage, but other than tightening her jaw, she doesn’t say anything, even as she leans down once more, and kisses Esme’s feet a second time.
“Esme is first girl... And that would be you,” she murmurs, her voice now rough sounding.
Esme nods. “But at the end of the day, we all belong to Sincir... No reason to pretend otherwise, at this point. So, who is Sincir’s first bitch?”
Sincir blinks... Still, he is even more shocked by what she does next; Turning around, Esme rises her dress, pointing toward her ass... And not one of her ass cheeks, mind you.
“Esme...” Ena warns, her expression now one of fear as she watches Eleanor, whose eyes begin to grow cold at a rapid pace.
However, Esme doesn’t seem to care, continuing to stare at the nephilim daringly, before clicking her tongue. “Sorry, is this too much for you? I guess it was all talk, in the end...”
Shrugging, Esme drops her dress... Or at least, she was about to, but Eleanor grabs her wrist.
“Just so we’re clear... Where, exactly, am I supposed to kiss you?”
Esme smiles. “My asshole, of course... Where else?”
Eleanor nods. “I thought as much... Arch your back, or I won’t be able to reach it.”
Ena shakes her head, looking as though she knows she is watching a disaster in the making and yet cannot avert her gaze away...
Esme arches her back, still smiling, and Eleanor slowly leans forward, pcing her third kiss against the center of the other’s girl asshole.
“Esme... is Sincir’s first bitch,” Eleanor whispers, coldly enough to have shiver go down his spine.
Esme swallows, dropping her dress and stepping back once Eleanor releases her.
“Are we done?” Eleanor asks, her voice carefully controlled... If denouncing the burning rage beneath it.
“Yeah,” Esme says, “You’re f-forgiven now...”
Eleanor nods, rising.
“F-friends?” Esme asks as the nephilim steps toward her, smiling sweetly, and grabs her hand...
“Oh, you and I will become friends tonight, don’t worry...” Eleanor whispers, “Very good friends. You won’t resist me, will you... Miss First Girl?”
Under the nephilim’s glowing eyes, Esme shudders. “I think Ena has some things to say, still...”
Eleanor nods. “Yes... We’ll wait for her to be finished, and then we’ll go to my room.”
Again, Esme shudders. “Okay...” she murmurs submissively.
Sincir wonders if he should interfere, but Eleanor knows not to take things too far... She’ll give Esme a rough time, but the librarian deserves it this once, and let’s be honest, she’ll probably enjoy it...
Ena clears her throat. “Okaaaay. So, that happened... Don’t go too far, idiot nephilim. You know she is just a normal girl.”
Eleanor, having pulled Esme’s dress and thrown it aside, runs her hands over the other girls breasts and squeezes her already hard nipples, causing Esme to tremble slightly.
“Don’t worry, I know healing magic, so she’ll still be able to walk to work tomorrow... Probably. Maybe.”
Esme swallows, and Ena sighs.
“Sorry, Esme, but you’ve brought it on yourself, this time... In any case, Sincir, you’re next. Anything you wish to say in your defence, before we proceed?”
Sincir blinks. “I assume you mean to judge me in regards to my recent behavior...? Both for what I did to you yesterday, and for what happened today?”
Ena nods. “And?”
Sincir smiles. “I have no excuses... Do what you must the settle the score, love, I won’t resist.”
Ena throws Eleanor a look.
“...Armpits,” the nephilim answers simply, “As far as I know.”
Son of a-!
“Too te!” Ena says, “You already said I could do what I wanted!”
Sincir grimaces. “No, we’re not doing that...! Ask me to kiss your foot or something instead...!”
But Ena is already rising, happily heading toward a jar of water over their nightstand which he didn’t even realize was there until now.
“Ena...!”
Ignoring him, she fills a rge cup of water, then walks back, extending it in his direction.
“Here, drink this.”
Sincir stares at the cup, then at her innocent smile... Combined with Eleanor’s betrayal moments prior, it doesn’t take a genius to figure what she has in mind.
“...Do I have any choice at all?”
“No.”
Fuck.
...Ena makes him drink four cups, before ordering him to exhaust his mana, and the other two eventually decide to postpone their reckoning in pro of staying and helping with his punishment (because of course they do).
Now sitting cross-legged over their bed, having done as ordered and as defenseless as a normal thirteen-years-old boy (not really, but it is what he feels like at the moment), Sincir watches the three of them briefly discuss how they want to do him...
Never is his life has he regretted a decision as much as he regrets having left Rez’s bed today.
“If you’re done conspiring yet, I’m ready when you are,” he murmurs at them drily, waving toward his now naked body, “I’m not exactly having an easy time of it, you know?”
Eleanor shakes her head. “See what I mean? We should do it so he can’t speak, or we’ll end up as the ones being punished.”
Ena sighs. “Fine... I guess we can always take his gag off ter, if we feel like hearing his bitching... Esme, what do you think?”
“I...” Esme throws Eleanor a gnce, seeming to be still a little too concerned about her own punishment to come, then shakes her head, “I’ll just follow your lead, if that’s okay with you?”
“You’ll get his legs, then,” Ene decides, “El, are you okay with holding his arms? I feel using the rope would make things harder, rather then easier...”
Sincir groans, facepalming; They’re fiends, all three of them. They could at least pretend they aren’t enjoying it so damn much, but look at those smiles and gleaming eyes...
“Let’s get it started, then; You guys hold him while I go grab the feathers.”
...Grab the fucking what?!
But Eleanor is already walking toward him with a smile on her face and an expression which makes it clear he won’t escape this room any time soon.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you did my nipples back there, little demon... And after saying you didn’t feel like punishing me, too,” she murmurs as she climbs the bed, crawls by, and positions herself behind him... Then, pulling his shoulders down until he is lying against the bed, she smiles at him from above, “It was a very interesting experience... I hope you enjoyed it.”
Sincir grimaces at her. “You’re such a petty fucking cunt sometimes... One of these days, you’ll do one of your little betrayals, and I’ll fuck your ass so hard for it you won’t walk for the next week.”
“It was her condition for forgiving me for what happened this morning... That, and joining her little coalition.”
He gres at her. “You think I care for your reasons?”
Eleanor smiles. “Really? Should we tell Ena what you did to me tonight, and ask what she thinks of it...?”
“El, maybe you shouldn’t push him when you’ve just made up, not three hours ago?” Esme says as she positions herself to hold his legs.
Eleanor grimaces at her. “You’ll get yours still, First Girl, don’t worry... But you do have a point, even if you’re the reason I’m this riled up to begin with.”
Sincir snorts. “Don’t wake the house in the middle of the night.”
“Oh, don’t worry, her tongue will be far too busy for that...” Eleanor murmurs menacingly, “And once I’m done making her my bitch, I doubt she’ll have the energy left to scream.”
Both Sincir and Esme shudder, but thankfully, Ena chooses this moment to return, now carrying a couple feathers with her.
Eleanor pulls his arms above his head before the first curse has left his mouth, stretching them, and Sincir immediately begins to squirm in spite of having promised himself he’d not give them the satisfaction...
Seeing his reaction, Ena slowly smiles. “I hope you’re ready for a couple of long hours, Sin... Doesn’t feel as good being on the other side of it, does it?”
