With her kneeling in front of him, staring up expectantly, Esme seems about ready for anything... If not for the obvious fear in her eyes, and the way her limbs are still shaking slightly, that is.

  Sincir chuckles. “Get up.”

  After a brief moment of hesitation, Esme does so.

  She is evidently tired, but Sincir can also see her determination in the way she stares at him.

  “Do a squat for me. Cross your hands behind your back.”

  Esme obeys, her face crunching and her legs shaking as she lowers herself to assume position... Of course, it is far from a perfect squat, but her feet are pnted, and her ass is paralleled to the ground, so Sincir decides to give her a passing grade for it.

  “Puff your chest out... Good.” Staring at Esme’s standing nipples as he slowly circles her, Sincir brushes the back of his finger against her left one, causing her to shudder. “Like I said, you can’t actually fail this time... Meaning I’ll py with you until I’m satisfied, and if you can st until the end without giving up, you win.”

  “W-what if I f-fall?”

  “I’ll shower you in cold water, and we’ll start again... Needless to mention, the more you fall, the longer we’ll be here.”

  Esme pales... Considering how much her legs are shaking already, he doesn’t bme her.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll allow you to rest if you need to...”

  Seeing his grin, Esme grimaces. “D-do I want to find out what resting involves...?”

  “...No, you do not.”

  Having reached her backside, Sincir crouches and takes a good look at her exposed, drenched, and slightly reddened sex... Then, be begins to circle his thumb around the puckered hole above it, softly caressing Esme’s bruised ass cheeks as he does so...

  She cries. “S-Sin...!”

  Her pussy quivers cutely as a single line of her juices slowly drops from it... However, as much as he’d like to stare at Esme’s exposed sex forever, Sincir counts up to thirty in his head before rising again and circling to her front side.

  “I’m surprised you’ve sted this long, honestly. Aren’t you legs hurting?”

  With tears running down her cheeks, Esme gres at him. “They’re burning so bad I can barely stand it! But I’ll get through this, you bastard!”

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “You’ll definitely have to rest at least a couple of times before we finish... But I see you’re truly determined this once, and as the kind, merciful man I am, I’ll allow you a first rest without spshing you.”

  Eyes widening slightly, Esme immediately colpses back, sitting with her legs open and her face turned up as she props her herself with her arms, panting heavily.

  “...I am never... I am never going to exercise again...”

  Sincir chuckles. “Then you better pay more attention to what you’re doing, from now on... Keep your legs open for me.”

  Have said as much, Sincir steps forward and presses his big toe against her sex, slowly starting to rub it.

  Esme cries, legs quivering as she gres at him and forces them to remain open. “K-kind and merciful, he said!”

  “Don’t cum now, or we’ll have to repeat all of this tomorrow... But as long as you don’t cum, I’ll let you rest for as long as you want. See? Merciful.”

  “S-Sin...! I c-can’t! Just make me suck on it instead!”

  “As fun as it’d be to watch you sucking on my toe for the rest of the afternoon, didn’t I tell you early I’m waiting for someone? What do you think would happen if they arrive and we still haven’t finished?”

  “A-ah! I-I’m up, I’m up!”

  Once Sincir pulls his foot away, Esme immediately closes her legs, clenching her teeth and fists as she trembles in pce for a moment. Then, without waiting for him to order her, she returns to a squatting position, crossing her arms at her back and puffing her chest.

  “S-Sin, I’m actually begging you...” she cries, “I-I can’t take much more...”

  Sincir nods, pulling down his pants as he does so. “We’ll be done once you make me cum.”

  Looking visibly relieved, Esme stares at his cock with more hunger than she has ever before. “W-well, don’t just stand there...! S-shove it in my mouth or something!”

  Approaching her while pressing his erection against her cheek, Sincir hums. “I don’t know... I was pnning on teasing you some more...”

  Esme whimpers, her frustration obvious in her voice. “You monster! Sadistic bastard! Let me suck on it! Let me suck on your fucking cock!” she screams.

  Oops... If they hadn’t noticed them already, No and Rez definitely heard them now... Well, it’s probably fine.

  “Okay, if you want it so bad... Open up.”

  Eyes never leaving his erection, Esme immediately opens her mouth wide.

  “Hurry... Hurry up!” she mumbles desperately.

  Sincir considers teasing her some more, but then decides against it. Positioning himself in front of her mouth, he slowly pushes his member inside, until he feels her throat clenching around it.

  “Sorry... You were already struggling to breath, and now I’m shoving my cock down your throat... Maybe I should take it out, after all...?”

  In response, Esme begins to bob her head back and forth, her gaze determined in spite of her crimson colored face.

  Watching her struggle, Sincir rexes. He doesn’t try to edge himself, but he also doesn’t hurry on purpose... He is being as fair as he can, in his own way.

  Esme’s gagging noises and groans are the only sounds around them for the next minute, and Sincir can’t help but feel impressed she is sting this long... However, unfortunately, she colpses again just as his orgasm is about to approach.

  Seemingly too out of breath to speak, she simply shudders as he spshes a ball of cold water on top of her head, then obediently opens her legs, showcasing him her very visibly needy sex while averting her eyes away.

  This time, Sincir uses his sole instead of his big toe to tease her, being afraid that the tter might bring her over the edge... He also keeps his caresses as soft as possible, though they still cause Esme to whimper every time he presses his foot on top of her.

  “U-up...” she murmurs after twenty seconds or so.

  When she sees that his member has gone half soft by now, despair nearly overtakes Esme’s expression, but then she takes a deep breath, and her eyes grow determined once more.

  “S-stupid b-bitch, you deserve this m-much... G-get it t-together...”

  Esme clenches her teeth as she rises, lowering herself into a squatting position while meeting his eyes.

  “S-Sin,” she murmurs through her heavy breathing, “Shove your c-cock in my mouth... P-please...”

  Sincir smiles. Feeling merciful, he doesn’t dey before approaching her again.

  Having Esme’s mouth around him again causes Sincir to moan softly. Once more, as she begins to move her head, he doesn’t fight against the build up of his orgasm, giving her a chance to actually do it before her legs give out again...

  He is honestly rooting for her at this point, and not just because she is currently sucking his cock. After how much he put her through, he’d feel terrible if he had to deny her in the end... That being said, her throat does feel amazing around him as she struggles to breath and maintain herself in position at the same time...

  Seeing tears running down her cheeks, and the look of desperation on her face, he feels bad, but horny, and his orgasm quickly approaches...

  Except, Sincir can see that Esme is already past her limit, and that she isn’t going to make it this time either.

  Fuck... Almost more than anything, he hates being edged like this.

  Having made his decision, Sincir grabs Esme’s head and begins to thrust on his own, uncaring as to how much pain she might be going through as he does so; Almost immediately, he cums, bursting his seed deep within Esme’s quivering throat as her legs give out and eyes roll to the back of her head...

  Realizing she is about to pass out, Sincir curses under his breath and quickly pulls his cock out, hugging her before she can fall.

  “Esme?” he calls, lightly tapping against her face.

  She blink, though her gaze still remains vacant for a good three seconds before she finally focuses it on him.

  “...Sin?”

  Sincir smiles apologetically. “Sorry, I might’ve gotten a little carried away...”

  “I... I think I might’ve just the best orgasm of my life,” Esme mumbles, “But I felt you cumming down my throat... P-please tell me it counts?”

  Sincir hesitates. “Did you use you hand to get yourself off?”

  “No... I kept position until the end...”

  “Then it counts,” he says.

  “Is it... Is it over?”

  Sincir nods. “It’s over.”

  Esme releases a sigh of relief. “I know I just came...”

  “I’ll do you however you want, just let me know.”

  “Like... Our first time... And yesterday... When you raise my hips... I like that a lot...”

  “Okay. Do you want me to carry you inside first?”

  “Fucking... Do me right here... I can’t wait another second...”

  Sincir chuckles, carefully pcing her down on the grass, then kisses her... Esme seems almost too tired to move her tongue, and as such, she just submissively accepts his into her mouth, moaning as she does so.

  “Sin...”

  “I love you,” Sincir murmurs against her mouth, causing Esme to freeze underneath him. “...Idiot, you don’t have to act so shocked.”

  She giggles. “I love you too.”

  “Don’t let it get to your head...”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I remember all those other girls you also love...”

  “...Sorry.”

  “It’s fine. Now fuck my brains out, okay?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Pulling back, Sincir grabs Esme hips and helps her raise them until her ass is pointing up. Seeing her obvious desperation, both in her expression and sex, he doesn’t waste time before pcing his mouth over her pussy and starting to lick earnestly...

  With his intention being on making her cum as soon as possibly, Esme’s orgasm doesn’t take more than a few seconds to arrive, though he continues licking even as she squirts all over the both of them.

  Esme screams something, but once Sincir realizes she is not asking for him to stop, he pays it no mind...

  ...A couple of minutes go by until her second orgasm comes through, though she doesn't squirt this time. Moving back, Sincir then positions himself to lick her asshole, pushing two of his fingers into her drenched pussy as he does so...

  Esme comes a third time immediately, and a fourth one not long after, but still, Sincir continues, driving her to scream as she desperately wraps her legs around his head...

  From this point, he lowers his rhythm slightly, focusing on finding her weak spots... His tongue moves even slower than his fingers, entering her rexed rectum at a stead interval...

  Esme comes.

  Again, again, and then for an eighty, st time, before Sincir finally pulls his head and hand away from her.

  Staring at her vacant expression, wet cheeks, curled fingers, drenched sex, and quivering asshole, Sincir nods.

  A job well done, if he says so himself.

  Looking at the sky, he realizes he spent the best part of an hour working on her, which means Collin’s associate might arrive at any minute now... He hopes he didn’t miss them, actually.

  “Esme...? Esme, can you hear me?”

  Shit, did he fry her brain? She wasn’t all that smart to begin with...

  “I can tell... You’re thinking something rude...”

  Sincir chuckles. “You can lower your legs now.”

  “Nah... I can’t feel them anymore...” Esme murmurs, still staring at the sky with a vacant look on her face.

  “If they look down now, they’ll see everything, you know?”

  Esme ughs, soft and humorlessly. “If by them you mean No, she came down to check on us a couple of times... You were too focused to notice.”

  Sincir blinks. “Oh... Sorry.”

  “I think she was doing herself... But I might’ve imagined it... She ran away when I looked.”

  “...Fuck. I think we might’ve gotten carried away.”

  Esme finally looks at him, brown eyes showcasing a world of exasperation inside. “You think?”

  Sincir smiles. “Do her in the bath ter, okay? As an apology from the both of us.”

  Esme opens her mouth, then closes it again. “You know what? I’ll offer. Should I also try to hook her into becoming a member of the harem while I’m at it?”

  Sincir sighs. “For the st time, there is no- Forget it. The reason I haven’t made any moves on No in spite of her obviously vulnerable state is that she isn’t the type of girl you have a casual swing with. And since I’m not pnning on marrying her...”

  “I see. But it’s fine for me to fuck her, because I’m also a girl... Thus why you keep pushing me into her.”

  “You both could use a friend, and the girls are too different from the both of you to easily fill the role.”

  Esme sighs. “Again, I’ll offer. Now can you help me up, please? Having my asshole facing the sun is nice and all, but I think I’ve had enough of it for today.”

  “I’ll do better. But first, I should clean this mess...”

  Rising, Sincir casts a couple of spells to clean and dry the both of them, before grabbing Esme on a princess-carry as he heads back inside with her.

  Her eyes seem about to close, but he tells her to hang on for a bit more as he pces her down on their living room couch.

  “I’ll return with food and a bnket,” he says, “So hold in there, okay?”

  “Okay...” Esme murmurs sluggishly.

  Climbing two steps at a time, Sincir quickly runs upstairs to grab a bnket, nodding at the girls as he walks by the room they are cleaning.

  Though he doesn’t stop, he notices that No has a shocked look on her face, and not because she suddenly saw him. Her cheeks are also blushed... In between being made a maid and seeing him with Esme, the poor girl must’ve gone through a lot today... He hopes it is enough to take her mind of her own misery, but if not, then maybe Esme will manage, ter.

  After grabbing a bnket, Sincir runs back downstairs to find Esme still struggling to remain awake, though she perks up once she spots him.

  “Thank you...” she murmurs as he encloses her in the bnket and pces a soft kiss against her forehead.

  “I’ll grab the food now.”

  “Can you also grab my clothes...? I think they are in the kitchen, but my panties stayed at the back yard...”

  “I’ll grab them,” Sincir promises.

  After quickly fetching Esme’s clothes, he fills a pte of food for her and heats it with a fire spell...

  Esme’s eyes light up over the vision of the steaming bowl of food in his hands, and she quickly sits up as he approaches with it.

  “Rex; I’ll feed you.”

  Her eyes light up further, causing Sincir to chuckle. Sitting behind her, he has her lean against his chest in order to spoon-feed her...

  After a couple of spoons, Esme throws him a look and a smile. “You’re spoiling me... How do we end up spoon-feeding each other so much?”

  “Isn’t that what new couples do?”

  “Newly wed ones, maybe...”

  Sincir shudders, causing her to gre at him.

  He has enough decency to feel guilty. “Sorry.”

  Esme sighs. “I’ve never seen you afraid of anything, yet the very idea of marrying me causes you to shake in terror...”

  “It’s not about you, love...”

  “I can tell you’ve said that line a million times before, Sincir... Whatever, I’m too happy to become upset right now, so long as you keep the food coming.”

  Sincir is happy to oblige...

  Once Esme is done eating, she snuggles against his chest, releasing a satisfied sigh.

  Pcing the now empty pte down, Sincir leans back to give her a better position, absently patting her head as he does so.

  A couple of minutes ter, when he asks her if she wants him to take her to their room upstairs, Esme is already asleep.

  Sincir chuckles, though he is not really surprised, considering all that she went through... Speaking of which, he should cast a couple of healing spells on her, or she might not be able to move for the couple of days...

  Sincir is also tired, and it is not exactly easy for him to keep himself awake, but he manages by watching Esme’s sleeping face, until a knock against the house’s front door eventually stirs him out of his thoughts.

  “Love? Esme?”

  She groans.

  “Listen, I have to go. Sorry for leaving you down here...”

  “It’s okay... Thanks for taking care of me... And for putting up with my stupidity...”

  “Stop; I knew who you were when we got together, and I love you for who you are, not in spite of it...”

  “You mean when I bckmailed you into getting together with me...?”

  Sincir chuckles, pcing a soft kiss against her lips as he does so. “Don’t burn down the house before I’m back, okay?”

  Esme shudders. “I’m never touching an oven again, unless I’m forced to.”

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “That way, you’ll never improve... Just pay more attention to what you’re doing from now on. You’re a smart girl; I know you can do it.”

  Esme stares at him suspiciously. “You know, I was convinced you thought of me as a stupid person.”

  Sincir chuckles. “What gave you that idea? Look, I really have to go now.”

  Esme sighs. “Promise me you won’t forget about me once you’re a king? Surrounded by beautiful women throwing themselves at your feet?”

  “Already been there, remember? And yes, I promise I’ll still take the time to bully you when it happens again.”

  As Esme stares at him exasperatedly, Sincir kisses her once more before, finally rising.... A second set of knocking against the door has so he hurries toward it.

  Coming, coming... Have some patience.

  The woman on the other side already has her fist raised by the time Sincir opens the door in between them.

  “...Sincir, I assume?”

  With short bck hair, a decent hourgss figure, nice breasts, and the arrogant look to match, Sincir can tell she is the barmaid type with a gnce... Hey, at least his experience visiting so many taverns during these past years is serving for something.

  “That would be me, yes. Are you Gracelyn’s servant?”

  The woman extends a bag in his direction. “I’ll need you to wear this.”

  Sincir nods. “Give me a minute.”

  Closing the door again, he doesn’t bother going up to change, setting his previous attire as a neat pile on the floor before opening the bag the woman gave him. Peeking inside, he grimaces after spotting a pair of shoes, but doesn’t hesitate before beginning to dress himself in what appears to be some sort of work uniform which is slightly too big for him...

  Thought Sincir menages to salvage things slightly by folding the sleeves and legs of his attire, he still looks somewhat ridiculous wearing it... Well, at least the one size too rge uniform makes it easy for him to hide his dagger within it, and looking like this, others will be more likely to underestimate him.

  After nodding to himself, Sincir opens the door again.

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  The woman gives him a throughout once over, then nods. “Follow me.”

  Closing the door behind himself, Sincir does so.

  With the sun being still high in the sky, Elderspire’s streets aren’t as full as they’ll be in a couple of hours, but there are still a decent amount of pedestrians around. Knowing their objective, he assumes they’ll be heading to one of the taverns in the rich part of town, though he never bothered to ask which one during his meeting with Collin and Victoria...

  “So, do you do have a name?” Sincir asks after a couple of minutes of walking in silence.

  “I do.”

  He snorts. “That’s great. Would you mind sharing it, so I don’t have to refer to you as Gracelyn’s servant in front of the unsuspecting mortals we’re currently walking by?”

  The woman throws him a gnce over her shoulder, seemingly measuring the merits of answering at all. Then, sighs. “Adrienne.”

  Sincir nods. “Enne it is, then.”

  She grimaces, turning away from him once more.

  “How is it?”

  “...A pain.”

  “No, I’m not talking about this conversation; I mean being a you know what servant.”

  Adrienne sighs once more. “Your master you know what decides your fate. A kind master means an easy life... The opposite might mean something much worse than death.”

  “Speaking from experience?”

  “I’ve heard stories. Gracelyn isn’t exactly kind, but she is fair, in her own way.”

  “I’ve met her; She makes you seem like a nice, warm girl.”

  Adrienne snorts, then seems to catch herself, throwing him another look. “Please don’t badmouth her in my presence... I’ll be punished.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Truly, what a fair mistress you have... What made you decide to become a sve to her, anyway? Just the physical benefits?”

  “That’s a part of it. We met when I was at my worst, and she promised me a better life... Even if it’s not perfect, I’d still make the same choice now, as I did back then.”

  “I see. Well, if you ever need to take your mind off things for a while, you know where to find me; I’ll take you on a nice date, and we can talk about how much of a bitch Gracelyn is.”

  Adrienne blinks. “That... Are you free at some point this week?”

  Sincir smiles. “For you, love? I’ll make some time.”