Standing naked in between the three of them with a self-conscious look on her face, Mary crosses her arms defensively and sighs. “It’s not like I have much of a choice, so...”
“Please, you’ve had a choice at every step of the way here, and you still have one,” Eleanor counters, only to grimace a second ter, “Fuck... So this is how he feels.”
Sincir smiles. “See? It pisses you off when they walk all to way to the water on their own, then act like you’re trying to force them to drink, doesn’t it?”
Eleanor waves her hand dismissively. “Point is, we’re not forcing you, so cut the bullshit already... Are you willing to continue or not?”
Mary sighs. “At this point, I might as well see it through... Go ahead, tell me what this second task of yours entails.”
Eleanor smiles. “In this case... No self-respecting girlfriend is incapable of taking her beloved’s cock all the way, so your second task is also simple; Get down on your knees and have that pretty nose touch Sincir’s crouch.”
Ena grimaces. “There are so many things wrong with that sentence, that I don’t even know where to start.”
Eleanor rises an eyebrow at her. “Do you disagree?”
Ena shakes her head. “Of course I disagree... But whatever, pretend I’ve said nothing.”
Sincir might’ve pointed out that Eleanor herself has yet to deep-throat him, but she lost her first time during their bath earlier, and she made it look easy, so he can’t... Ena failed, on the other hand, although she tried really hard to get there, which is the reason for their current bickering; Undoubtedly, Eleanor chose her sentence on purpose...
Once he turns his gaze back to Mary again, Sincir realizes the woman is measuring him with a confident smile on her face.
“I just have to take him all the way?” she asks.
“Easy there, girl...” Ena interjects, “He is not what would expect for that body size.”
Mary raises an eyebrow. “He actually never showed it to me, now that I think about it... He went home with that bulge on his pants.”
As he gres at Eleanor, the culprit behind the aforementioned boner, she coughs against her hand. “Look, we don’t the whole night, clerk, so put that mouth to work... Don’t worry about the details; I’ll pass you so long as you can deep-throat him properly.”
Mary rolls her eyes. “Let’s get it over with, then.”
Sighing, Mary walks toward him, then carefully lowers herself to her knees, before unceremoniously pulling his pants down... And grimacing upon the vision of his freed erection.
“...Told you,” Ena comments bitterly from the side, “Here is to hoping it won’t grow anymore than it already has.”
Sincir rolls his eyes. Considering his age, there is almost no chance that it’ll stay this size, but hey, he is not the one on the other end of it, so he is not really worried about it.
“...Fuck, fine, I’ll do it.”
As Mary grabs his member, approaching her mouth from it, Sincir shudders... Once it becomes involved in wet warmth, she raises her gaze to meet his, slowly beginning to bob her head back and forth, and he moans under his breath.
Eleanor, having also approached, kneels beside Mary and smiles as she watches the clerk working his member. “That’s it, take his cock like a good girl...” she whispers, pcing a hand in between the other girl’s legs and causing Mary’s eyes to widen slightly, “Oh, don’t stop now... I’m not going to bite... Much.”
Eleanor chuckles, picking up from where she left earlier, during the clerk’s first task, and seeming to enjoy the way the other woman squirms under her touch... Meanwhile, Mary blushes, taking his member a little deeper with each head bob...
“Sin, are you okay?” Ena asks, staring at him with concern.
Realizing he has a slightly pained expression on his face, Sincir shakes his head, smiling at her reassuringly. “It’s just that I did it a couple too many times today, so it hurts a bit, but it’s nothing to worry about... It feels a lot better than it hurts.”
Eleanor chuckles. “Of course it does; Look at how hard our cute clerk is working that little throat...” she whispers, her hand now moving at a steady rhythm in between Mary’s legs.
Having been watching attentively, Ena swallows. “Wow, she is almost there already...”
Indeed, Mary doesn’t take long to take his member all the way in for the first time, causing Sincir to tighten his jaw as her throat cmps around him, and she meets his gaze triumphantly...
It’s not the look a girl should have while completing this particur achievement, but it only makes it the all more exciting, and Sincir nearly crosses the edge as Mary slowly pulls back, plopping her mouth for his member.
“...There,” she murmurs hoarsely, smiling as she shifts her gaze to Eleanor, who also stopped moving, “That should do it for the task, right?”
“Yes... That does it for the task,” Eleanor says, “You can get up now.”
Mary licks her lips, throwing his throbbing, saliva covered member a gnce, then shaking her head. “Do mind if I...?”
Eleanor smiles. “Why would I? Go for it... He is close already, anyway.”
Mary nods, then smiles at him, approaching his member once more...
Sincir is surprised she went out of her way to finish him, but he is not compining.
As Eleanor also resumes her caresses, both him and Mary are soon groaning...
Being unable to hold himself beck at this point, he grabs her head in order to move on his own, and Mary’s eyes roll to the back of her head as buries himself all the way into her mouth, releasing his seed while her throat clumps around him.
If her shaking body is anything to go by, Eleanor’s fingers also did the trick for the clerk, and once they’re both done, Eleanor pats a slightly gzed eyed Mary, smiling at her. “Good job... I’d have failed you if you had left him like that.”
Mary blinks. “Oh... Well, I can see how that’d disqualify me as a good girlfriend...” she murmurs.
“By Eleanor’s fucked up standards, maybe,” Ena murmurs from the side.
But the nephilim just shrugs, nonchantly licking her fingers clean (to Mary’s visible shock), before meeting the half-elf’s gaze. “Whatever you say, and however much we may fight, we know that we care for each other... It’s the same for Esme. But Mary here still had to prove herself in that regard.”
“Oh, now we know that she cares for his cock, alright...” Ena retorts sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Eleanor frowns. “The cock is a part of him, isn’t it...? Should I stab his guts and see if she cries as he bleeds on the floor, instead?”
Ena pauses, then sighs. “Okay, you have a point... I admit I might’ve been a bit of a brat there. And you know why, don’t you?”
As Ena gres at her, Eleanor averts her gaze. “Fine... I might’ve had some of the bme for that. You’ll get there one day, pipsqueak... I heard half-elves grow slower than humans, so don’t worry too much.”
Ena flips her, and Sincir clears his throat, quickly fixing his pants. “Okay, the two of you, enough bickering... Ena, your question for Mary; We should hurry with this.”
Once Mary rises and strengthens herself, Ena sighs. “Third question, then, I guess... If you had to choose in between saving yourself or somebody else, who would you choose, and why?”
Mary smiles humorlessly. “I’ve been there before... But never again. I’d gdly give up my pathetic existence if that meant others could escape.”
Seeing the expression on the other woman’s face, Ena shudders. “Okay, I can see why you’d feel that way, considering your past... Sorry. And don’t worry, you won’t have to sacrifice yourself, so long as the three of us are around... We’ll care so that it doesn’t get to that point.”
“Careful, she hasn’t passed our test just yet,” Eleanor reminds, “Which brings us to our third task... Ready?”
Mary nods, smiling slightly... It seems having passed their tests so far have given her some confidence, however reticent she might’ve been to participate at first.
“Good,” Eleanor says, also smiling, “You’re in luck; I’ll give you something even easier this time... You just have to hit me.”
Mary blinks. “Hit on you? As in, flirting?”
Eleanor snorts. “No, as in, hit me. You can choose how you want to do it, and I expect you to pass this one easily enough, but you never know...”
Mary stares at the other woman for a moment, seemingly trying to figure if the nephilim is being serious or not... Then, she steps forward and punches Eleanor’s stomach, hard enough to have her double over.
“Sorry, my leg makes it hard to put any strength into it...” Mary apologizes as Eleanor leans against the wall, cursing breathlessly.
“N-no, that was... G-good enough... G-good punch,” Eleanor murmurs breathlessly.
Ena ughs. “I’m curious to see you expin that one, genius... Not as you had pnned, for once?”
Eleanor looks up for long enough to gre at Ena through her pained expression as she builds the mana to cast a healing spell over herself... Then, she releases a small sigh of relief, straightening herself again.
“We’re no pushovers,” Eleanor expins, gesturing toward the three of them, “And this is to make sure she can throw a punch, if needed... Creator knows some of us deserve it sometimes, just like I want to punch a certain half-elf right now.”
Ena grimaces.
“...Go on, apologize,” Sincir incites, “You’ve been acting like a brat for a while now.”
“...Sorry,” Ena murmurs at st, “I admit your tests were... Useful, and fair, in their own way, and that I’ve been bickering for no reason again.”
Eleanor waves her hand dismissively. “Old habits and all that... I’m also at fault for provoking you. Get on with your question, before we’re caught in here.”
Ena nods, shifting her gaze toward Mary. “Forth and st question, then, I guess... If you were to imagine a happy future, ten or so years from now, how would you see yourself, Mary?”
Mary averts her eyes, seeming to think on it for a moment, then sighs, shaking her head. “Happy? I don’t... I see myself surviving, just as I have until now, one cursed day at a time.”
Ena nods, unsurprised looking. “I figured as much... Sin, you’ll have to fix that.”
Sincir grimaces. “Don’t ask for the impossible... But I’ll try, I suppose, assuming she is willing to let me.”
Mary swallows, averting her gaze from them. “You’re all crazy.”
“Maybe,” Eleanor interjects, “But you’re still here, aren’t you?”
Sincir chuckles. “Look at her, so afraid, yet unable to run away... C’mon, love, give her one st task so that we can get this over with and meet the Guild Master.”
Eleanor nods. “Remember when you had your arms up for me earlier?” she asks Mary, her tone now serious, “Do that again.”
Having come this far, Mary seems to have decided there is no point in pretending reticence, and only hesitates for a brief moment before obeying.
It is clear she wants him, or at least what he can give her, and she wants it bad enough to go through some pain and humiliation for it... Once their gazes meet, Sincir smiles at her encouragingly.
“You better give me the fuck of my life once this is over, kid,” Mary murmurs, shuddering slightly as Eleanor begins to circle her again, softly dragging her fingers over some of Mary’s scars as she does so.
“I can tell you’re ashamed of these, but you shouldn’t... They don’t make you less of a woman,” Eleanor says, in the same serious tone as before, “Rather, they prove you’re a warrior, tested in battle... And for that, more than your worthless bravado, or fragile pride, I cannot make this easy on you, Mary... Do you understand me?”
As the nephilim stops where she started, having completed a full circle, Mary swallows, then ughs. “I’m not quite sure why I agreed to this,” she retorts, “Or if I care about your judgment... But thank you.”
Eleanor nods. “For your forth task, I’ll test your spirit... Honestly, this has little to do with Sincir, or you being a good girlfriend to him, but I know you’ll go through with it anyway. Prove to me you’re still a warrior, Mary, and that your spirit hasn’t been broken with your body.”
Sincir frowns. “Eleanor...”
But the nephilim ignores him. “I want you to squat for me, ten times, while keeping your arms like this,” Eleanor orders softly, causing Mary to freeze, and Sincir to grimace.
“Eleanor...” he tries again, though she is already shaking her head.
“This is my test; If she is going to back out now, then I’m against her joining officially... Though, of course, I can’t actually stop you from dating her, if you decide to trade me for her.”
Sincir groans, throwing his hands up. “Dumbass, you know I would never do that...! Mary, look, you don’t have to... This is obviously an unfair challenge.”
Mary tightens her jaw, cold blue eyes growing determined. “Who says I can’t? It’s just some squats... Could do them with my eyes closed and my hands tied, literally.”
Eleanor smiles. “Well said... Now, keep it in mind that I won’t count them if they’re not deep enough, so do your best, little clerk.”
Mary swallows, gncing down as she stands awkwardly for a moment, then slowly begins to go down, her expression almost immediately growing pained...
She manages to squat down to a third of the way before losing bance, at which point Eleanor immediately catches her, supporting the crouched woman with an unimpressed look on her face as Mary’s cheeks grow crimson colored.
“...I truly hope that was not the best you can do,” Eleanor says.
Ena grimaces. “Holy fuck, you’re a real piece of shit, El.”
“Maybe,” Eleanor admits while easily pulling Mary back to her feet, “But if I really wanted Mary here to suffer, I’d said she failed already... Instead, I say she fails when she gives up, and no sooner.”
Mary looks down, the humiliation in her expression obvious... And yet, her eyes continue to showcase a determined glow in them as she begins to lower herself once more, more carefully this time.
Halfway down, as her left leg begins to shake violently, she clenches her teeth, descending the final stretch almost painfully slowly... Then she stops, face pale, as her body trembles slightly, before starting to go up once more.
“...One,” Eleanor counts, her voice neutral.
By the time she rises, Mary is panting slightly, the single squat seeming to having taken almost everything she had in her... Sincir can see by the look in her eyes, and by the way she now favors her right leg heavily, that she doesn’t believe she could pull off a second one, let alone ten of them.
“...What’s wrong, darling?” Eleanor asks once Mary doesn’t immediately go down again, “We don’t have the whole night to wait for you, and your boss might come out of that door at any second... I don’t think Sincir kneeling is going to cut it, after they see what a pathetic creature you are.”
Mary tightens her jaw, then starts a second squat, equally as painful-looking and slow as the first...
This time, she nearly falls as she tries to come up, though she managed to reach a good dept.
Eleanor smiles. “Two... Which is two more than I thought you’d manage. Color me impressed.”
Mary curses at her, then begins to squat again...
Five squats in, and Mary seems close to passing out, her face deathly pale and glistening with sweaty. Staying up seems a difficult task for her at this point, and she sways in pce for a moment while looking toward the ground with a fearful, yet determined look on her face.
“Sin... She is going to hurt herself,” Ena murmurs while staring at the other woman, “Isn’t this more than enough to prove herself, already?”
Sincir hesitates. Eleanor can be mean sometimes, but she usually knows what she is doing... If she started this, it is because she wanted something out of Mary. Also, now is too te to stop things, since the clerk has already bet her pride on it, and her confidence would be destroyed if he forced them to stop now... Still, her body might be a bigger concern than her pride, at the moment.
“Wait; Look at me,” Eleanor says, stopping Mary before she can squat again, and attracting the clerk’s gaze as she steps closer, gently grabbing her chin while staring into her eyes.
“...You can’t do it,” Eleanor concludes after a moment.
Mary tightens her jaw. “No... I’ll... I’ll do it.”
Eleanor shakes her head. “One more, maybe two... That’s your limit.”
Mary makes a face, looking as though she might start crying, and pulls her chin from Eleanor’s grip, averting her gaze. “Does that mean I fail, then?”
Nonchantly lowering her hand, Eleanor snorts. “Mary, do you really believe I was interested in testing your physical prowess? Your body might’ve reached its limit, but it’s obvious you have yet to give up... Now, what do you think are your options, at this point?”
Mary sobs, then shakes her head. “F-fucking bitch, are you serious with your bullshit...?! Options?! As if I’ve had a single one ever since I’ve become a fucking cripple! You mean for me to beg for mercy?!”
Eleanor sighs. “Try again... Well, if you want to give up now, I won’t stop you.”
Mary’s body shakes slightly, and she seems to struggle to remain standing as she hesitantly turns to stare at the other girl again, in spite of the tears of humiliation and pain streaming down her face. “I... I can’t... Not... Not on my own...!”
Slowly, Eleanor smiles at her, before humming thoughtfully. “I did say you had earned yourself some extra points during your first task... And again, this is a test about spirit, rather than physical prowess, so I suppose some help wouldn’t defeat the purpose of the task.”
“W-what-?”
Having said as much, Eleanor steps forward and kisses Mary, interrupting her question.
“...Don’t think right now,” the nephilim whispers against the clerk’s lips after pulling away from their kiss, sustaining her gaze while sliding a hand in between her thighs and gently beginning to rub her sex, “I’ll only help you a little, but you’ll still need to do most of it yourself...”
Stuck between pain, humiliation, and pleasure, Mary eyes gleam with exhaustion and confusion... But then she nods, starting to lower herself once more.
This time, Eleanor accompanies the clerk on her way down, whispering encouraging words and helping her maintain her bance... Once Mary reaches all the way down, Eleanor slides two fingers into her sex, ughing softly as she gently helps the clerk back to her feet again...
Mary cries, her expression making it clear Eleanor’s support is the only thing keeping her on her feet at this point.
“Six,” Eleanor whispers, “You’re not done yet, are you...?”
Mary groans, tightening her jaw, then begins to squat again...
“Seven...” Eleanor says, chuckling as she helps the clerk shakily rise to her feet, slowly finger-fucking her all the while.
“The fuck is wrong with her?” Ena asks, shaking her head incredulously while her eyes remain glued to the scene of the struggling clerk, “This doesn’t even have to do with Mary proving herself anymore.”
As Eleanor counts to eight, Sincir smiles; His nephilim clearly has her own standards for her lovers, and it has become more than obvious by now that she swings both ways.
“Nine... Almost there, little clerk... Just one more,” Eleanor whispers to Mary as they rise, but the clerk is already shaking her head.
“I-I can’t...! I-It’s just too much...!”
“You can, because I’ll be right here the whole time,” Eleanor whispers softly, “And because I won’t let you fall, even if your body gives up on you.”
Mary swallows. “I would take you more seriously if you weren’t taking the chance shove your fingers in my pussy!” she murmurs while ughing humorlessly.
Eleanor chuckles. “I can tell you’re enjoying it, bitch... Now, enough resting; Show me what you’re made of.”
Mary clenches her teeth, steeling herself for a moment, then begins to squat, her legs shaking heavily and her expression pained...
The sweat dripping off her skin is a clear testament of how much it has taken from her to get this far, and Sincir is honestly impressed by her determination. Did Eleanor predict she would be able to do it? Or was it just a gamble?
“Fuck... That might’ve been the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen,” Ena murmurs as they watch the clerk rising for one st time, and smiling triumphantly in spite of her obvious exhaustion.
“F-fucking... D-did it...!” Mary murmurs breathlessly, falling against Eleanor and moaning loudly as she does so, “Y-you can... S-shove it, stupid half-angel!”
Now sustaining the clerk entirely, Eleanor ughs. “Oh, I will!” she says, rapidly increasing the speed of her fingers and quickly driving Mary to become a mass of moaning and crying under her touch...
Feeling she might attract undesired attention like this, Sincir quickly approaches the two of them, locking his mouth over the clerk’s, then grabbing her breaths and pinching her nipples...
“You pass, of course,” Eleanor whispers against Mary’s ear as she squirms under their touch, “And now, it’s time for your reward... Cum for me, little clerk.”
Mary does so, hard enough to scream muffedly into his mouth as her body shakes violently in between the two of them.
Once her orgasm is over, and Mary pulls away from their kiss in order to stare at Eleanor with slightly gzed eyes, the nephilim smiles at her.
“Good job... And welcome aboard.”
Mary licks her lips, shuddering, and looks from one of them to the other. “So... Whose girlfriend am I supposed to be, again?”
