Once they begin to walk, Mary takes a tentative bite of corn, and her begrudgingly satisfied expression tells Sincir everything he needs to know.
“...Aren’t you going to ask why I arrived so te?” Sincir asks as he also begins to eat.
Mary throws him a sidelong gnce, her expression unreadable. “Your girlfriend told me about it. She also said I wouldn’t regret giving you a chance.”
Sincir blinks.
That must’ve Eleanor, obviously... He told her to come in ahead so she could cool her head off, and so he wouldn’t have to go through another session of her bickering with Ena on the way back... But he didn’t tell her to warn Mary of anything, since he felt it’d have been a bit cruel to do so when she has been obviously jealous of his dates with other girls.
“Sorry... I pnned to tell you I have girlfriends during our date, but we did agree to a mostly physical retionship, so I thought you wouldn’t really care.”
Mary raises an eyebrow. “Girlfriends,” she repeats drily, “You mean, the half-elf also...?”
Sincir chuckles. “She doesn’t like being called a half-elf, but no. Ena is more like a sister... My other girlfriend is a bit of a book lover, and a shut-in. I doubt you’ve met.”
Being in the process of hungrily devouring her corn, Mary hums. “...Why not? It’s what she is.”
He assumes she means Ena?
“The pce where we came from wasn’t as welcoming to demi-humans as Krador... She was picked on for her heritage. What about you? You don’t seem to exactly love this job, so why stay?”
Mary stares at him for a moment, as though deciding if she should answer, then looks away from him once more. “I own the guild a lot... It might not look like it, but I take my job seriously.”
“I didn’t say that you don’t... Just that you don’t seem to enjoy it very much.”
Mary smiles sarcastically, and suddenly, Sincir realizes not many pces would hire a maimed woman, or at least, not for high pay, and not for a dignified job.
“...Sorry, that was insensitive of me.”
Mary shrugs, and Sincir has the distinctive feeling she is avoiding his eyes.
“So, which part do you hate the most?”
She throws him another sidelong gnce. “...Adventurers who can’t take a hint.”
Sincir snorts. “I can see that.”
She grimaces. “I was talking... Never mind.”
Of course, he knows she was talking about him, but also, that she probably deals with other adventurer’s who can’t take a hint, which means it was a real compint, disguised as a slide at him.
“What else?”
She sighs. “Writing... I hate it. Filling reports, compiling files... There is just no end to it. The food they serve us at lunch is simply terrible... I skip it most of the time. And... The death. I try not to, but I still remember the faces of the ones who don’t return... I often have to destroy their files myself, though I’m at least spared having to send their badges back to their families, since our guild leader does it himself.”
Reminded of the subjects Varzath was forced to send to their deaths over the stupid war against Heaven, Sincir nods. “I don’t bme you for not wanting to grow attached.”
“I swore to myself I’d never date an adventurer,” Mary murmurs absently.
“...Again?”
She averts her face, staring at the people they walk by as Elderspire’s night life begins to pick up. From the light in her cold blue eyes, Sincir can tell he was right on the mark.
“The same story as your leg?”
Mary tightens her jaw. “Am I some sort of freak show to you? Is your morbid curiosity that hard to contain?”
Seeing that she has finished her corn, Sincir offers her a second one from the bag... Once she doesn’t immediately accepts it, he smiles at her.
“Honest truth?”
Staring at the corn, then at him, she sighs. “Why not...?”
“You have this eternal look of annoyance and scorn on your face, like the world is beneath you... I recently realized I have a thing for girls like you. Watching your face melting when you cum is quite fun... Does that answer your question?”
Mary grimaces. “I don’t...”
Sincir chuckles. “Have a resting bitch face? Sorry, but yours is even worse than most.”
Murmuring something about men and their fragile egos under her breath, she grabs the corn from his hand, taking a rge bite out of it.
“Your turn again. Why did you agree to go out with me? I know I’m not exactly the tallest guy around, and that you must’ve gotten offers in the past from better suitors.”
“...Maybe I like short guys.”
Sincir snorts. “Does it get you off, to stare down at us?”
It is a small smile, but Mary does upturn the corner of her lips. “Maybe... Or maybe, you just have this permanent, unbearably confident look in your face, and I was wondering what it’d look like, when I make you cum.”
Sincir coughs, nearly chocking on his own corn.
“No way... You’re just saying that because I said it first.”
Mary smiles innocently. “Dog style or missionary?”
...This woman.
“...Dog style. Does anyone ever answer missionary?”
“I don’t know, you’re the one with two girlfriends... Or are there more than two?”
Sincir chuckles. “Not that I know of... At least not official ones. Okay, my turn. What number am I?”
Mary rolls her eyes. “For fucking? I didn’t bother counting. And you’re not my boyfriend. You?”
Sincir shrugs. “Too many to count... I actually did use to keep track, as an ego thing, a long time ago... But eventually, I realized it was an immature thing to do.”
Mary throws him a look.
“...I am a lot older than I look,” he expins, having guessed her line of thought, “Maybe I’ll tell you about it at some point.”
She sighs. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter, so long as you’re not any younger than you look... What was it? That made you realize counting was immature?”
Sincir smiles coyly, his face heating up slightly over the memory. “Oh, I was rejected, and then ughed at... Believe it or not, my number wasn’t high enough for her...”
Mary raises an eyebrow.
“...And so, her shallowness made me realize how idiotic it was to count, in the first pce... I’m still ashamed of having done it at all.”
Mary snorts. “How mature of you.”
“Hey, pettiness can be a powerful weapon, if used correctly... Just don’t quote me on that, or we might have a problem.”
“...This is me,” Mary says, ughing softly as they arrive before a simple, if well built wooden house. “I know it isn’t much...”
Sincir rolls his eyes. “The house is fine, and besides, I’m not here for sightseeing... Unless there is something especial you want to show me?” Sincir asks, raising his eyebrow suggestively as he does so.
Mary takes a deep breath, then shakes her head. “I must have been so much more desperate than I realized...”
Sincir stares at her, doing his best impression of sad puppy eyes. “C’mon, you have to admit you’re at least curious about me... And besides, I’ve just had the worst day of this past decade... If you send me home right now, I might cry myself to sleep.”
She grimaces. “You’re just the most... Don’t you have an grain of shame in your body?”
Sincir chuckles. “Not really... Or rather, my shame was beaten out of me at a very young age, quite literally.”
She frowns.
“...It’s a part of the story about my real age.”
She sighs. “I suppose... Cooking for one more won’t make much of a difference.”
Sincir smiles...
The inside of Mary’s house is about what he expected from the outside, which means it is clean and well put together, if a bit on the bare side of things. They walk through a small living room first, and while lighting a couple of nterns, Mary heads straight for an adjacent kitchen where Sincir is able to spot some dirty dishes, as well as an oven very simir to the one he and the girls have at the house.
He’d offer to cook for her, but since this is the first time he is at her house, it might sound too presumptions to do so, so he decides against it.
“Do you mind if I crash on your couch while you cook...?” Sincir asks.
“Of course not... Make yourself at home. I won’t take long with the food.”
Pcing aside his bag of corn, now containing only empty cobs, Sincir removes his dagger belt and releases a tired sigh as he falls back against the couch behind him.
Then, grabbing one of his daggers, he begins to rotate it in between his fingers as he listens to Mary working at the kitchen...
To say he had a shitty day would be the understatement of the century, and he is beat. After having slept only a couple of hours, he had to deal with Eleanor being a drama queen at sunup, followed by a whole morning of bickering in between her and Ena, which was then followed by the whole barn disaster...
And he had to run all the way back, to top it all off.
Of course, Mary is not to bme for any of it, and she waited for him for more than an hour, so he still wants to give her a night to remember, in spite of his exhaustion...
“...You weren’t kidding about the rough day.”
Staring up, Sincir realizes Mary is standing above him with a bowl of steaming food extended in his direction, while holding a second one in her other hand.
Sheathing his dagger and accepting the bowl, Sincir smiles tiredly. “Was it that obvious?”
“Considering you were staring into space for the past five minutes? I was starting to wonder if you had fallen asleep with you eyes open...”
Mary sits at the couch's other end, groaning as she does so, then releasing a small sigh of relief.
“It was a nest raid,” she says, almost nonchantly, “We were exhausted, and our party leader wanted us to retreat, but we insisted on pushing forward... Most of us didn’t leave to regret our mistake.”
Sincir considers asking which nest, but then thinks better of it. “Was this party leader...?”
“Yes. My fiance, at the time, and stupid enough to listen to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Mary shrugs, and they eat in silence for a moment, as Sincir can’t seem to find anything to follow that up with... His exhaustion isn’t exactly helping.
“...Have you ever considered finding a new boyfriend? Maybe a baker, or a bcksmith this time?”
Mary snorts. “You mean a fat man, or someone who is permanently covered in grime?”
“Hey, you dated an adventurer, so I know you at least wouldn’t mind the bcksmith-”
“I’ll have you know my fiance was a very clean man.”
“-And in any case, those were just examples. But its fine if you don’t want to answer.”
Mary averts her gaze. “I did think on it... And I don’t really feel I’d be betraying his memory or something stupid like that, considering we were never even married... But I don’t think I could love another the way I loved him, and I don’t think it’d be fair for a love interest if I was just using them to sooth my own pain.”
“That’s... Very mature, if a little sad. You could always pretend, you know? If they make you just a little bit happier, it might be worth it.”
Mary shakes her head. “I’d be telling them a lie, and one day, just a little bit happier might not be enough anymore... And then I’ll have deprived that person of possibly finding real love, for the time I took from them.”
Swallowing his food, Sincir groans. “You’re not wrong, but you’re overthinking things... Even if you don’t want a new fiance, you could always date some young, horny bcksmith apprentice who will fuck you until your legs give out... I doubt they’d compin about ‘the time lost’ in that case, and if you really want, you could always tell them you’re both free to see other people whenever...”
Mary chuckles. “Not a bad idea, I suppose, as long as they’re okay with damaged goods...”
Sincir frowns, though he is not surprised by the fact she fells this way. Having finished his bowl, he pces it on the ground near his dagger belt and turns toward Mary, who also happens to just have finished her food.
“Okay, you need something to make you rex, and I know just the thing; Take that ugly uniform and those shoes off, and give me your legs.”
Mary raises an eyebrow. “I thought you said you liked it...?”
Sincir smiles. “I do... I very much like the way it hugs the features of a certain grumpy clerk I know.”
Mary rolls her eyes, but she does smiles slightly as she begins to undress herself, groaning once she has to move her leg to do so...
“I was on my shoes all day... Are you sure you don’t want to share a bath before we do this...?”
“I’ll fall asleep if I touch hot water right now. Don’t worry, I don’t care about you being a bit dirty.”
He is also too tired to bother casting a cleaning spell on her.
Mary stares at him exasperatedly, though she doesn’t hesitate for very long before groaning again as she uses her arms to help her bad leg up the couch and into his p.
Sincir stares at her naked breasts, naked legs, and bck panties for a moment, grabbing her foot into his hand and squeezing it lightly as he does so.
Meeting his gaze, Mary releases a small, satisfied sigh as he begins to massage her foot. “...It’s ugly, isn’t it?” she murmurs.
Sincir blinks, and a second ter, he realizes she must be talking about her scar, which, after gncing at it, he realizes covers a good portion of her left thigh and ass cheek.
“Sorry, I was staring at your boobs... But yeah, it’s pretty a ugly scar.”
She ughs, sounding slightly incredulous. “You’re... You’re really something.”
Sincir smiles at her. “I could be anything you want tonight... But first, let’s get these muscles to rex... Stop fighting against me, I’m not trying to hurt you.”
Mary takes a deep breath, making a visible effort to rex...
“Turn around for me, will you?”
Mary does so, and Sincir takes his time massaging her feet, then her muscur, tense calves, slowly going up her legs... Once he touches her scarred thigh, however, Mary tenses up once more.
Pausing the massage while gently running the tip of his fingers against her old wound, Sincir presses his erection against her foot, causing Mary to throw him a sidelong look over her shoulder, meeting his gaze.
“Do you still believe I’m not attracted to you...?” she asks, sustaining her cold blue eyes as he does so.
“...Honestly? I think you’re a little weird for wanting this when you have that nephilim at your beck and call, but I’m not compining...”
Sincir smiles. “Oh, I wish... Eleanor does as Eleanor wants, and little else; I didn’t even tell her to warn you I was going to be te... She did that on her own.”
“You know what I-”
Sincir presses his thumb against her scar, and Mary intakes a sharp breath of air.
“Sorry, it’ll hurt a little in the beginning, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Having said as much, Sincir casts a basic healing spell over her thigh, having the water sink in and stimute the old wound as he begins to massage it from the outside.
“I bet you force this leg a couple dozen times more than you should, every day... No wonder it hurts so much all the time.”
Mary shakes underneath him, her tight jaw and furrowed brows showcasing her pain as drops of sweat quickly begin to form over her forehead... However, it doesn’t st for more than a few minutes before her body rexes and she takes a sudden, relieved breath.
“What... What was...?”
Panting, she throws him a shocked look over her shoulder, to which Sincir smiles, dropping the spell and evaporating the water as he continues to massage her scarred skin, now more gently, if still using most of his strength to do so.
“I told you it’d be worth it... I can get it to not hurt for a couple of days, but keep it in mind this isn’t a cure. If you force your leg again, it’ll return to how it was tonight...”
Eyes still slightly wide, Mary nods; Then, once he presses against her thigh’s pressure point, she bites her lips, moaning softly.
“O-oh... G-Gods... The f-fuck...?!”
“A friend of mine was a damn good healer, and I pick up a couple of things from her over the years... Speaking of which, is there somewhere else you’ve been hurting tely? I know you’re a strong girl, but there is no shame in admitting you’re not invincible.”
Salmorol could probably fix her leg, period, but since Sincir doesn’t know when or how he’ll manage to bring the demon over, he doesn’t want to give Mary false hopes, and so he doesn’t say anything...
...After a moment of sustaining his eyes, cheeks blushing slightly, Mary averts her gaze, hiding her expression from him. “My lower back... And my right wrist... Could you...?”
“From sitting too much, and writing all of those reports, huh? Don’t worry, I can probably do more for those than for your leg... Hang in there, okay?”
Two more healing spells, and a throughout back rub ter, Mary is all but moaning underneath him, eyes slightly gzed and expression vacant as she lies her cheek against the couch and shudders every time he presses his thumbs against the lower part of her nape, rubbing them in a circle over her skin.
“Mary? You aren’t about to fall asleep on me, are you?”
Mary blinks, slowly, then shifts her eyes, giving him a sidelong gnce. “You... Could charge gold pieces for this.”
Sincir chuckles. “I know... But I have sold myself in the past, and it wasn’t the most pleasure experience, exactly.”
Mary frowns slightly. “You could make it clear you’re only a massagist... And you’re strong enough that nobody should be able to force you.”
Sincir shakes his head. “I told you, these are skills I learned from my friend, and they are closely reted with sex and love, for the both of us... I’ll massage a friend, but not a stranger who pays me money. And besides, spending my time massaging old noble dies isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time... In the end, I’d have half the kingdom after my head for having fucked some duke’s precious daughter.”
Mary snorts. “I can actually see it... And not just because your boner has been pressed against me this whole time.”
Sincir grins at her, leaning down and purposefully dragging his member against her ass he whispers into her ear, “The healing massage is over... But if there are other pces you feel could use my attention, lets say, in a more especial way, now would be the time to show me.”
Mary shudders. “I can think of a couple of pces...”
Sincir chuckles, pyfully biting her ear, before moving back in order to give her space to turn over.
This time, Mary doesn’t groan when she moves, and she is even able to do it without using her arms to help her leg... The shock in her face over her ck of pain is worth the effort he put into helping her today, in spite of his exhaustion.
Staring at him, Mary swallows, and for a moment, she looks as though she might simply start crying... But then she turns her face away, biting her lower lip.
“If you’re not feeling like it, we can stop things here... You don’t have to feel like you own me anything for the massage, and we could always do a second date.”
It’s not like he can cum tonight, anyway, thanks to Eleanor’s petty revenge...
Mary snorts. Still looking away from him, she awkwardly reaches down in between the two of them and pulls down her panties... Then, she brings the bck piece against her chest, throws him a sidelong gnce, and slowly spreads the cloth for him to see, revealing the very obvious dump spot in the middle of it.
“...Boy, if you dared to leave right now, after what you did to me during this past hour, I don’t know what I’d do... But I promise you, it’d not be pretty.”
Facing Mary’s cold blue eyes beyond her dirty panties, now cking any of the usual scorn and seemingly endless annoyance they carry, and hearing the hoarseness in her voice, caused by her obvious arousal, Sincir feels his blood growing hot, and it takes all of his considerable self-control not to take her right there and then...
Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath.
“In that case,” Sincir murmurs, leaning forward and dragging his hands against her body as he continues to sustain her gaze, “I can do you slowly...”
Cupping her breasts, Sincir gives them a gentle squeeze, moving his hands toward their tips.
“...I can do you fast...”
Suddenly, he pulls on her nipples, causing Mary to intake a sharp breath of air as her eyes widen.
“...I can do you gently...”
Pressing her nipples in between his thumb and index, he gently rubs them with his fingers, causing Mary to bit her lip as her body trembles slightly underneath his.
“...Or I can do you rough.”
Sincir twists her nipples, hard, and Mary screams, arching her back.
Realizing she probably came a little, he chuckles softly. “Choose a combination of two, love... I’m sure you can figure which and which go together.”
“Just what...” Mary murmurs breathlessly, “Just what in Hell are you...?”
Sincir chuckles again. “I told you, didn’t I? Tonight, I’m whatever you want... Give me a chance to make you feel like you’re alive again, Mary... I know it has been a long time.”
Staring into his eyes, Mary swallows. “You...?”
“Losing a loved one is never easy, but even among those who have, few understand what it’s like to have been the one to cause their death, even if in a small way... I won’t promise you’ll fell better tomorrow, Mary, but I can help you forget the pain for tonight, if you let me.”
Mary seems to hesitate. “I... I want it rough... Rough and fast; Do me like you’re trying to hurt me.”
Sincir smiles at her, though he fears his expression carries a tinge of sadness in it. “Was he the gentle type?”
“...He treated me like I might break every time he touched me. I don’t think... I don’t think I could handle gentle, right now.”
Sincir nods. “Have you ever done rough?”
Mary bites her lower lip. “I did... But something tells me rough with you won’t be the same?”
“You’re probably right about that,” Sincir admits, “Are you sure that’s how you want it?”
“...Yeah,” Mary murmurs hoarsely after a moment of facing his eyes, her cold blue eyes gleaming intensely, “Fuck me up.”
