Once she is up again, Eleanor casually stretches her arms above her head, her expression thoughtful as she turns her face toward him and meets his gaze.

  Sincir doesn’t try to pretend he isn’t drinking from her naked body... They’re a little bit beyond that point by now.

  “...What are you thinking about?” he asks her.

  Eleanor chuckles. “I was thinking about how many nights I’m going to have pipsqueak worshiping my feet before I forgive her... Do you think she feels guilty enough to become my bitch permanently from this?”

  He snorts. “Stop... I know you don’t want her like that.”

  Lowering her arms, Eleanor smiles coldly. “Yes... Weirdly enough, it seems I was the one who wanted her as a friend, out of the two of us, while she would’ve been quite happy with having me as her sve... Had me fooled with her good girl act for a while there, that little bitch.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself for a second, okay? I was also surprised by everything we found out about her recently, and I was also upset... But it is not her fault she feels that way, and can you really bme her for not wanting to become your friend, after everything you’ve put her through?”

  Eleanor tightens her jaw. “She is the one who-!”

  “Tried to convince you otherwise? I know,” he interrupts, sustaining her gaze as he does so, “She did it because she thought you needed a friend, and because she also felt lonely... But it doesn’t matter anymore now, since the both of you don’t need to worry about being lonely from this point onward.”

  Eleanor rises an eyebrow. “And that is, I assume, because of our cock?”

  He ughs. “Not how I’d have put it, but sure... In any case, you’re stuck with me, so get used to sleeping soundly, and as much sex as you could ever ask for... Just like Ena will have to grow used to feeling desired, and having confidence in herself.”

  Eleanor crosses her arms, averting her gaze from his. “Incubus bastard... I knew it from the beginning. Give you half a chance, and every girls’ heart in a thousand mile radius will become corrupted beyond recovery... The most disgusting type of demon there is...”

  Sincir smiles at her. “I didn’t notice you putting much of a fight against me corruption, love...”

  “I did, for five whole years,” she says, begrudgingly meeting his gaze once more, “For all the good it did me.”

  Sincir raises his eyebrows at her suggestively, and after a moment, she sighs, walking up to him and climbing over her bed while abruptly locking her lips over his, then pushing his shoulders down, her movements almost desperate as her tongue searches for his hungrily and her hands explore his body eagerly...

  Her anger and shame wash over him, made clear by the tension of her muscles, but they’re secondary to her desire, and she doesn’t even try to pretend otherwise...

  “W-wait!” Sincir manages to murmur breathlessly in between kisses, “Ena will be back soon, and we need to talk about-!”

  “I’ll handle her!” Eleanor interrupts with a chuckle, “I have a good idea of you were going to have her do, in any case...”

  She grabs his member, squeezing it, and Sincir intakes a sharp breath of air. “Fuck, Eleanor...”

  “Shut up and kiss me!” she groans.

  Stuck in between her and the bed, and with her freely using her superior strength to overpower him,Sincir feels a little like he is being forced, but that’s fine; He is fine with her getting it out of her system like this, rather than by hurting yourself, if venting a little is what she needs to get through her day...

  “Hey, I brought the fruits, where should I-”

  Sincir catches a glimpse of Ena as she opens the door, and of her grimace as she spots the two of them on top of each other, but then Eleanor grabs his jaw, and forces her tongue into his mouth again, bringing a soft moan out of him...

  By the time she finally pulls away, they’re both panting heavily, and Ena is awkwardly standing by the bed with a bowl of sliced fruits on her hands and an exasperated look on her face.

  “...Okay, I probably deserved that,” she admits, “Now what?”

  Eleanor smiles at her. “Oh, I’m so sorry... I didn’t notice you standing there, Ena.”

  Ena rolls her eyes. “Fine; That, too. Sincir?”

  Being still slightly breathless from Eleanor’s assault, he sighs. “Sorry... Eleanor is the one calling the shots this time... I think we own her at least this much. So, love, what would you have Ena doing in order to gain some confidence in herself?”

  While slowly dragging a finger over his chest, she smiles at him, blue eyes gleaming menacing yet pyfully.

  “First, I’m not sure she even understands what that looks like, so let’s have you give her an example, little demon... Make me want to rethink all of the evil things I thought of in order to torture you when I was beneath the both of your feet.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes, but he does rise, walking toward Ena; Then, while sustaining the half-elf’s gaze, he uses his mouth to slowly grab a slice of fruit from her bowl, before walking back to Eleanor with it in between his lips, sitting next to her, and gently mouth-feeding it to the his nephilim as he kisses her and softly runs his tongue over her mouth as she begins to eat, blue eyes having grown slightly wider...

  “...I’m sorry,” he whispers, his expression pleading, as he holds her hand and gently presses it against his erection, holding it there while sustaining her gaze, “Before you do anything, at least give me a chance to make it up to you... I promise you won’t regret it...”

  Eleanor swallows. “You see, pipsqueak? This is what confidence and seduction looks like,” she murmurs hoarsely, turning her gaze from his in order to meet Ena’s as she does so, “And if Sincir can do it as a midget, then so can you with those boyish features.”

  Under the both of their gazes, Ena bites her lower lip... Although she is obediently still naked, it is clear she is far from comfortable as such.

  “Okay...” she murmurs, “Then, you want me to seduce you...?”

  Eleanor snorts. “As if you could... I want you to try. I’ll give you until Sincir has finished feeding me those fruits, one at a time, like a good boy, to convince me I should allow you to join us, instead of kicking you out of my room so I can give him the fuck of his life.”

  Ena’s jaw falls slightly. “How is that supposed to make me feel any more confident...?! You just said, yourself, that you don’t even believe I can do it!”

  “By succeeding and proving me wrong, of course,” Eleanor says, as though stating the obvious, “Have you learned nothing up to this point, idiot? Neither of us can make you confident, or force you to believe you’re worthy of our love... At best, we can make you feel a little better, and give you a chance to nurture those feelings yourself, on a safe environment-”

  “What about this is safe?! Once I embarrass myself and still fail, I’ll never be able to stare at either of you in the eyes again!”

  Eleanor smiles at her. “Would you rather try it with a stranger, once Sincir finally grows tired of your whining...? At least with us, you know you can try again tomorrow... And maybe, once you’ve failed, if you beg me like a good bitch, I might still allow you to watch us while you touch yourself in the corner, so you can at least learn something...”

  Seeing from the nephilim’s expressing that she isn’t kidding, Ena pales.

  “Sincir?” Eleanor pushes.

  Sincir nods, rising and grabbing the bowl from Ena’s grip (no way he is going to keep walking back and forth in between the two of them the whole time, and besides, Ena will need her hands for this) before setting it in between him and Eleanor, over the bed, as he bites another slice, offering it to her.

  Eleanor takes a moment to appreciate his expression of sad puppy, her smile making it obvious she enjoys having him humiliate himself just as much as he enjoys seeing her, before accepting his offering and taking his lips as she does so...

  “You’re not even looking at me!” Ena screams.

  “That’s because you’re standing there like an idiot, being as far from seducing as you possibly ever could,” the nephilim retorts coldly, her gaze locked against his as he obediently offers her another slice, “Instead of doing what I told you to.”

  “O-okay! Give me a s-second to think, t-then, and I-I-”

  Eleanor chuckles. “If you don’t have it in you, then it doesn’t matter how long I give you, pipsqueak; You’d still fail. You were happily stepping over my face a couple of minutes ago, but now, you’re too good for a bit of seduction? Pathetic, as usual.”

  Ena screams in frustration, then throws herself on her knees, staring toward Eleanor pleadingly. “C-c’mon! At least pause for a second to look my way in between slices, El! I had this whole thing forced on me, and I’m so horny I can barely think! I-”

  Eleanor signals for him to pause with a finger, throwing Ena a look... However, once the half-elf freezes up under her gaze, instead of doing anything, she rolls her eyes, accepting another slice from him.

  “...Fuck!” Ena screams as she realizes she missed her chance, “Alright! I get it! I w-will... L-look, this is how horn I am! It’s itching so bad, El!”

  As the two of them pause to look at her over the next slice, Ena opens her legs, having sat on the ground, and averts her face away, which is now a crimson color...

  With her toes slightly curled, eyes teary, and exposed, gleaming sex, Ena makes for quite the sight... Sincir doubts any man would be able to resist it, other than a gay one. Still, Eleanor simply clicks her tongue.

  “Itching, you say? Where?”

  Ena shudders. “I-in here...” she murmurs, slowly spreading her drenched pussy open for them as she does so.

  Eleanor snorts. “Cute, but why should I care about your itching, after what you did to me today, friend?”

  And with that, she turns back to him, accepting another slice.

  Out of the corner of his vision, Sincir watches as Ena’s eyes widen in fury. “Sin! C’mon, it’s obvious she has no intention of ever letting me win! You said flirting needs two willing parties!”

  “Eleanor...” he murmurs at her, staring into her gleaming eyes exasperatedly.

  “I said she had to seduce me,” Eleanor retorts, rolling her eyes, “Didn’t I? It was obvious from the beginning she’d have no problem getting you crawling on the floor for her....”

  Ena eyes widen again, this time in shock, making it clear that only two of them thought that fact obvious thus far.

  “...And besides, this isn’t flirting, but seduction,” Eleanor continues while throwing Ena a mocking look, “Make me want to fuck you, pipsqueak, so bad that I won’t be able to stop myself from given in, no matter how much I wish to have you crying outside my door as I fuck Sincir right now.”

  Going by her expression, Ena finally seems to understand what Eleanor wants of her at this point, though unfortunately, a third of the bowl has already disappeared by now.

  She swallows, having closed her legs a while ago, and rises to her knees once more, her eyes now pleading again.

  “O-okay, I see what you mean... And I’m sorry for having doubted you.”

  Narrowing her eyes as she accepts a slice from him and runs her tongue against his lips, Eleanor chuckles. “Yeah? And?”

  “I-I’ll be good...” Ena murmurs as she crawls toward them, “I’ll be good, so let me join in, o-okay...? I won’t be selfish anymore...”

  Eleanor uses a foot to push her away, causing Ena to yell in surprise.

  “Who the fuck said you could get any closer...?”

  Ena groans loudly, frustrating and yet somewhat pleadingly. “You’re such a fucking bitch! At least give me a chance to make it to you, damn it!” she screams.

  Eleanor throws her kneeling, begging figure a look of undisguised satisfaction, grinning at her. “I would, pipsqueak... But the thought of you squirming guilty in the next room over while I have Sincir inside of me... It just makes my brain melt a little... You understand, don’t you?”

  Ena shudders, the bitter look on her face making it clear she knows exactly what Eleanor is talking about.

  “Is that it...? Out of ideas already?”

  Ena swallows, then slowly lowers her gaze, touching her forehead against the ground. “I was a bitch to you... And I was selfish... Let me make it up...” she whispers, shakily and hoarsely.

  Eleanor ughs. “You are! Just, from over there...! You don’t get it yet, do you? I’m done with trying to be your friend, so now you’re nothing to me again, Ena. I don’t care anymore.”

  As Ena pales visibly, being still on a groveling position, Sincir pauses his slice handing to stare at her.

  This is it... They've done what they can for her, but, will she manage to pull through?

  “...So? Done now?”

  Slowly, Ena raises her head to stare at them, leaf-green eyes glowing with determination as she meets Eleanor’s gaze once more. “...Is that bowl empty yet?”

  Throwing it a gnce before meeting the half-elf’s gaze again, Eleanor snorts. “Not quite, unfortunately.”

  “Then no, I’m not done...” Standing up, Ena smiles. “I know what tickles you, El. It’s fine if we’re not friends... But I know you want me in that bed, even if you might pretend otherwise.”

  Signaling for him to give her the slice, Eleanor snorts again as their lips touch gently and she begins to chew, humming softly. “Yeah...?”

  “You want me up there, because you’d do anything to have Sincir, and Sincir wants me up there... A whole lot more than he wants me outside, crying.”

  Eleanor snorts. “What makes you think he cares that much, when he is already going to fuck the hotter, by a rge margin, of the two of us?”

  Ena grins. “Because your boobs have been in front of his face this whole time, but his eyes haven’t left my pussy since I spread myself earlier... He wants it so bad he was close to pushing you away for it, sugar.”

  Her smiling disappearing, Eleanor’s expression darkens.

  “...Too close from home for comfort, bitch? Look at me.”

  Almost begrudgingly, Eleanor does so... As their gazes meet, Ena chuckles, slowly dragging a hand down her own body.

  “It drives you crazy, doesn’t it...? That you’re not enough for him. All of that confidence... Close from cracking, for little old me... For a pair of non-existing boobs, and a ft ass.”

  Sincir is about to reach for another slice of fruit, one of the few remaining, but Eleanor suddenly grabs his hair, pushing him away from the bowl; Then, she rises, walking toward Ena until they’re standing toes to toes, eyes locked against each other.

  “...There was never any chance you were going to force my out,” Ena continues, her voice now a sweet whisper, “Not because you don’t want to... But because you can’t; Because you’ll let him step on top of your head, drag you up a staircase by your hair, and wait for him on your knees, if that’s what it takes...”

  “And so what?” Eleanor growls under her breath, her hands closing into fists.

  “So what you know he has it for me; You’ve known it from the beginning, which is why you wouldn’t stop trying to pair us together... Because you care a whole lot about him being happy, not matter how much you may try to pretend otherwise,” Ena continues softly.

  Eleanor tightens her jaw, and her fists begin to shake slightly. “I think you’ve forgotten the point of what we’re trying to do here...” she murmurs through clenched teeth.

  Ena snorts. “Not, I have not. What I’m saying is that we both know, that right now, nothing would make Sincir happier than having my tight pussy around his cock as my boyish, stupid body squirms underneath him - thanks for helping me realize that, by the way - and that you want to make him happy, even at the expense of your own pride.”

  Eleanor narrows her eyes. “If you think I won’t kick out of the room just because that would make him a little upset-”

  “I know you don’t want to upset him,” Ena corrects, facing the nephilim’s gre unblinkingly as she does so, “Which brings us to my next point... What I want.”

  Eleanor pauses, then snorts. “Sorry, I missed the part where what you want matters at all.”

  Slowly, Ena smiles at her. “Really...? Because what I want, El... What I have wanted for a long time now... Is to have you force my face against your pussy, and tell me to shove my tongue so deep into it that I’d choke on your juices... To have you staring at me with those cold eyes of yours as I drink from you, and know that you think of me as just a toy to pleasure yourself with...” Ena whispers, her voice pleading as she leans forward, sustaining Eleanor’s gaze, and pces a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth, before continuing, “...To know I have nowhere else to go, that you hold my fate in your hands, as you force me to become your bitch... And to know you’re getting off to being above me, in every way, as I take you to Heaven, where you belong.”

  “...Is that the truth?” Eleanor murmurs hoarsely after a moment of sustaining Ena’s gaze, her voice a barely audible whisper, “Or what you think I want to hear, pipsqueak?”

  Ena smiles. “I guess you’ll have to give me a chance to prove how serious I’m being... If you want to find out whether or not I’m telling the truth... Right now, on top of that bed.”

  Eleanor faces Ena’s gleaming leaf-green eyes, for a moment, as though searching for something within them... Then she nods.

  “Kiss my foot.”

  Ena chuckles. “Or what...?”

  “Or I’m kicking you out, and taking Sincir for myself, no matter how upset he might become over it... I know he’ll keep his word about leaving this part of your training to me, no matter the result, or he’d have spoken up already.”

  Ena licks her lips. “...Kiss your foot? Okay.”

  Slowly, she gets to her knees again, leans down, and pces a soft kiss over the bridge of Eleanor’s left foot.

  Eleanor smiles. “Sincir, take off your clothes,” she orders while maintaining her gaze over Ena’s kneeling, submissive posture.

  Sincir does so... Things are going well, so he is not about to compin.

  Once he has undressed himself, Eleanor also takes off her underwear, which she was still wearing, before grabbing Ena by the hair of her nape; Then, while smiling at her, she forces the half-elf to crawl toward the bad, ignoring her groans of pain.

  “Crouch and spread yourself,” Eleanor orders as the two of them arrive in front of him, forcing Ena’s neck back, “Your needy hole too... Make so we can see all the way inside of it.”

  Her cheeks growing crimson, Ena does so, groaning from the effort of maintaining the difficult position, and slowly pushes her knees apart while using one of her hands to spread her sex as ordered...

  After a moment of coldly inspecting the obedient half-elf, Eleanor shifts her gaze toward him, taking in the vision of his raging erection, before facing his gaze.

  “You, shitty boyfriend... You want this?” she says while gesturing toward Ena’s spread out sex with a casual wave.

  Sincir swallows, then smiles at her. “Yeah... I want it. Does that make you upset?”

  “It makes me annoyed...”

  “Liar.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “You want it or not?”

  “Are you going to make me kiss your other foot for it?”

  “I considered it... But no. Pipsqueak is right in that I want to make you happy... So, if you want her pussy, I’ll make her spread herself for you, just like this.”

  ...Lords, he almost wished she was joking, but unfortunately, she is just that crazy, isn’t she?

  “Aren’t you... Aren’t you mad about what happened today? I did say I was going to apologize however you wanted, so if you tell me to stay outside... With my cock hard and needy, as I listen into the two of you fucking, I’ll do it.”

  Something fshes through Eleanor’s eyes - respect, perhaps, or even love - before she shakes her head and meets his eyes once more. “I know you would... But that’s exactly why, even though I’m mad about what happened, I’m not going to do anything; Not this time. Because... When I think about how much I love you, just as who you are, it becomes easy to forgive you, little demon... It’s what love does, isn’t it?”

  ...Fuck.

  Having to force himself not to avert his eyes from hers, Sincir swallows, then smiles at her. “You putting aside your pettiness for me might’ve been the greatest act of love I’ve ever experienced in my long life, little nephilim.”

  Ena bites her lower lip, containing a smile, and Eleanor rolls her eyes. “You just had to ruin it... Whatever.”

  Pushing Ena forward, Eleanor has so she loses bance, forcing her face against his thigh and her eyes to rest against his hard member.

  “...Something funny, pipsqueak?”

  Eyes now fixated over his cock, Ena swallows, wisely deciding not to answer.

  “...Good girl. Earlier, you said you wanted my pussy, instead of his cock. Is that still your answer?”

  Ena bites her lip. “I... Want his cock too, obviously.”

  “Greedy,” Eleanor admonishes drily, “Choose one.”

  “...Your pussy,” Ena murmurs at st, though the disappointment is obvious in her eyes as she does so, “Because I said I was going to make it up to you...”

  “Were you lying about wanting to be made my bitch, then?”

  “No, I wasn’t! But I’m still... Mostly straight, I suppose?” Ena murmurs uncomfortably, “You know I desire you... You noticed it even before I did... El. Let’s do it... Fuck me up, like two days ago... Because I can’t stop thinking about the way you kissed me back then, and how it felt when you grinded yourself on my face...”

  Eleanor smiles. “Yeah... I can’t stop thinking about how it felt like having you under me, either... Listen, pipsqueak, doing it like this would be rough on you, and I suppose you did pass your test, so I’ll offer you one more chance to choose a different path for yourself... If you say you want a normal threesome, then we’ll just fuck, as equals.”

  Ena swallows. “Equals... Not a thing, in between the two of us,” she whispers, throwing Eleanor a sidelong look and meeting the nephilim’s eyes as she does so, “But I’ll say one thing... I’ll never stop fighting for so long as I occupy the loser position, Eleanor. Een if it takes me the next decade, or the next century... I’ll get to step on those boobs again, bitch; Just, next time, it won’t be because you offered me the chance to.”

  Eleanor grins, her eyes glowing hot white a for a brief moment before they regain their natural color. “I’ll be waiting with my fingers crossed... But until then, let’s teach you how to use that tongue for something other than talking big, shall we?”