“...First, I need to ask if there is something you’re particurly not into,” Sincir says, brushing the back of his fingers against Mary’s cheek as he leans down and pces a soft kiss against her lips.

  Surprisingly enough, it is their first kiss of the night... Well, maybe not that surprising, considering the type of retionship Mary is looking for at the moment.

  “I don’t know,” Mary confesses once their lips are apart again, having remained in touch only for a brief moment, “Like what?”

  Sincir smiles. “Like spit, or face sps, or ass action... Just think of something I might do which would be too much for you.”

  “...I’ve never been touched down there, so I think it might hurt too much.”

  He nods. “I won’t touch your ass, then. Anything else?”

  Mary frowns, then shakes her head. “Not that I can think of... At least not right now. I don’t think I’ll enjoy everything you’ll do, but that’s not the point of rough py, is it?”

  “No, it’s not,” Sincir agrees, “But everybody has a bottom line, and things they absolutely hate... This is to make sure you’re able to enjoy the experience as a whole, and not regret it tomorrow.”

  Mary snorts, some of her usual disdain returning to her gaze as she throws him a look of obvious provocation. “I didn’t take you for the gentlemen type; Are we just going to sit here and talk the whole night?”

  Sincir grimaces, then sps her in the face, hard enough to turn it over; Grabbing her jaw before she can reply, he turns her face again and locks his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue inside while pressing his knee against her sex, beginning to rub against it...

  “...If you want me to stop, even for a small break, or if something feels too much, tap three times anywhere with your hand, and I’ll stop immediately,” he tells her, slightly breathlessly, once their rough kiss is finally over.

  Forcing her mouth to remain open by squeezing her cheeks, Sincir doesn’t give her a chance to reply before spitting in her face, ughing, and rising from the couch as he grabs her by her hair, forcing her to follow him.

  “What’s wrong, Mary, no snarky answer this time?!”

  Again, not giving her a chance to answer, Sincir throws her forward, causing her to fall once she tries to use her bad leg for bance.

  Stepping over her ass once she tries to rise, he grabs her hair once more and forces her head back, meeting her gaze.

  “Well? Rethinking your choice, love?”

  Since he is stepping over her bad side, the pain is visible in Mary’s face, but she still smiles at him. “Is this... The best you can do, after all that talk?” she groans hoarsely.

  Seeing that her face carries a red mark from his sp, and that it still has his spit in it, Sincir clicks his tongue. “Meeting bad girls like you makes my day... All of this bitter pride of yours, love; Let’s see for how long you can keep it from breaking under my foot.”

  Having said as much,Sincir suddenly releases her hair, and Mary manages to catch herself before hitting her face on the ground, but it is a close call... Oops, he didn’t mean it, but well, he’ll apologize ter.

  Crouching by her ass before she can recover, Sincir rubs two fingers against her hot, drenched sex, wetting them in her juices... Then he sticks them inside, all the way in, and uses them as a hook to force Mary to raise her ass.

  She screams, her legs shaking heavily as the denounce her orgasm... Sincir maintains her knees slightly off the ground for a few moments before allowing them to touch it again.

  “Lords, you came from that? We’ve barely started and it’s your second time already... How pent up were you, exactly?”

  Even as he speaks, Sincir begins to finger fuck her, hard and fast, as promised. Mary tries to speak, but her voice becomes caught in her throat once he steps over her head, pinning it to the ground while keeping her ass up.

  “At a loss for words, love? I thought I wasn’t going hard enough for you...”

  Mary juices drench his hand and wrist with each fast thrust of his fingers, her body shaking as she moans repeated and increasingly louder. The look on her face makes it clear being stepped on is humiliating for her, but since she hasn’t tapped out yet, Sincir assumes she is fine... Well, fine, if you don’t count the mess she is making of her living room’s floor at the moment...

  With his free hand, Sincir sps her ass, casting a brief electric spell and chuckling as he does so.

  Mary convulses. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...!” she screams, her juices becoming a fountain as she squirts all over...

  Still, he doesn’t stop fingering her until her third orgasm has ended, and her body rexed.

  Rubbing his hand against the red mark he left over her ass cheek, he props her up and helps her turn over, gently lying her back against the ground while meeting her gzed eyes and smiling.

  “Nobody gave you permission to sleep, love; Open that mouth for me.”

  Mary blinks, trying to focus her eyes... Once a couple of seconds have gone by and she still has to obey him, Sincir sps her face again, slightly less hard than he did previously.

  “Maybe I didn’t speak loud enough the first time? Mouth, now.”

  Mary cringes once he grabs her nipple and twists it, but she gets the message, opening her mouth wide for him...

  Sincir spits in it, then sps her again.

  “Fuck, I wanted to do this ever since we first met and you treated me with that stupid rude attitude for no reason... Ever heard of politeness, love? Should I teach some respect, right now?”

  Mary ughs. “You could certainly try... Maybe you’ll even succeeded, where my parents failed...”

  Sincir smiles, averting his eyes from her face as he grabs her legs and forces them open, causing Mary to intake a sharp breath of air, then makes a show of inspecting her now exposed, slightly reddened sex.

  He hums in appreciation. “At least this part of you is honest, if nothing else... Look at how it quivers in anticipation, begging to be used and abused. You should give it some attention every once in a while, love.”

  Having said as much, Sincir pces his hand over the small mound of bck hair above Mary’s pussy and casts a wind spell which brushes against her skin, hard enough to scratch it and cut the hair, but not enough to break the skin and cause it to bleed... The result is a beautiful, shaved pussy now on full dispy, though the skin around it seems slightly irritated.

  Ignoring Mary’s small oh of surprise, Sincir sps her now exposed pussy, causing her scream, then pinches it, causing her to arch her back.

  Being with her ankle still in his grip, he has a good view of her toes curling as he holds the folds of her sensitive sex in between his fingers.

  “Ready to apologize yet, love?”

  Mary shudders.

  “No? I guess we’ll have to try something else then...”

  Releasing his hold of her pussy, Sincir rises, taking her ankle with him as he does so, then stepping over her neck and cutting her breathing off once she seems about to say something.

  With her legs spread before him in virtue of the hold he has over her, Sincir raises Mary’s ankle a little above his head, then spanks her ass, hard.

  He can tell by the look on her face that she’d have screamed, if not for his foot, but he is already spping her ass again, even harder.

  By the third sp, Mary attempts to kick him with her free leg; Unfortunately for her, it is her bad one, and Sincir simply ignores her weak, sloop movements in order to sp her again, this time casting the same electric spell he did earlier...

  Mary grabs his ankle, and Sincir almost stops, thinking she might be about to sp it, but she merely scratches against it, leaving angry red marks...

  Still, seeing that her eyes growing truly desperate, and that her face is starting to grow slightly purple, he releases of her neck by raising his foot slightly, allowing her to take a desperate breath of air, immediately begging to cough.

  She couldn’t have forgotten about their rules, could she?

  “Mary, you still remember what I told you to do do if you couldn't take it? Tap my ankle once if yes,” he asks, just to make sure she isn’t actually desperate, and has forgotten how to make him stop...

  However, once Mary finally stops coughing, she throws him a scornful look, then taps his ankle once.

  Sincir grimaces. “Seeing as you’re still capable of looking at me with that look on your face, I must’ve been too easy on you... Well, break time is over.”

  He steps on her neck once more, though this time, instead of spping her, he shoves three fingers into her exposed sex, causing Mary to arch her back.

  Once more finger-fucking her fast and hard, Sincir watches Mary’s expression closely as he continues suffocate her... He has a feeling she is the type who’d pass out before giving in, so he has to make sure to give her a break before that happens, or their fun will be over before he can break her...

  ...Oops, not actually trying to break her. He forgot for a second this isn’t Hell.

  Realizing Mary is about to cum, Sincir suddenly pulls his fingers from her, then sps her sex, hard, casting a small electric spell as he does so.

  Watching her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her toes curling, Sincir smiles... Still, he is pretty sure he edged her, or at least ruined her orgasm, which was the point.

  Removing his foot from her neck, Sincir leans over, cocking his head as Mary struggles to breath through her now visibly bruised neck.

  “I think there is something you wish to say to me, love... You don’t want to know what will happen if it grows any rougher than this.”

  Staring into her widened eyes, Sincir gently drags the tip of his fingers against her reddened sex, releasing a small electric current as he does so... The threat works as intend, and Mary’s gaze immediately grows fearful.

  By reflex, she attempts to close her legs, but her bad one doesn’t move well, and she ends up pathetically humping the air for him, instead of protecting herself, as intended... Mary’s humiliation over being unable to even close her legs properly is obvious in her expression, and Sincir snorts.

  “It was a nice show, but not what I meant... Last chance, Mary.”

  Mary swallows. “Sorry,” she murmurs hoarsely, “I’m sorry.”

  Sincir clicks his tongue, pointing toward his foot.

  Once her eyes widen, he raises an eyebrow at her.

  “It could always go back to rest over your neck... Or we could just stop things here, if you want. My arm is growing rather tired, after all.”

  Mary grimaces. Clearly, she isn’t willing to stop without finishing the orgasm he interrupted.

  “...So?”

  Mary shifts her gaze toward his foot, pced on the ground next to her face. She seems to fight against something, and then slowly leans over, kissing it.

  “...And?”

  “...I’m sorry for having been rude,” she groans, throwing him a livid sidelong gnce as she does so.

  Sincir smiles. “Good girl... Realized being a stuck-up bitch doesn’t earn you what I can give you, was it? Now cum for me.”

  Having said as much, Sincir sps her again, then immediately shoves his fingers back into her pussy, casting a small electric spell from their tip as he does so, and causing Mary to scream.

  “Honestly, I should’ve had you kiss my foot once for each unnecessary snark comment you’ve made since we met, so really, you’re getting off light from having disrespected me... Thank me, or I’m shocking you again.”

  “T-thank you!” Mary immediately screams.

  “For?”

  “N-not m-making me k-kiss-!”

  She cums, eyes rolling to the back of her head and legs shaking violently as he continues to pump his fingers into her as deep and fast as he can...

  Once Mary’s forth orgasm is finally over, having sted for a good thirty seconds or so, Sincir gently props her lower back and lowers her leg, helping her lie down until she is safely against the ground.

  Seeing as her eyelids are barely open, he frowns, approaching from her face and gently caressing her bruised cheek in order to attract her attention.

  “Mary...? Is everything fine? Is there anywhere which hurts more than you feel it should?”

  She sobs, face crunching up, and Sincir curses, grimacing.

  “Damn it, Mary...! You should’ve told me to stop, or to tone it down, if it was too much for you!”

  “I-I’m just so fucking pathetic!” she screams through her tears, “Stupid, worthless leg! Why couldn’t I have just died instead?! Why?!”

  Seeing that there is no stopping the dam now that it has been opened, Sincir sighs, grabbing her and pulling her head against his chest, even as she hits him with her closed fists a couple of times...

  “C’mon, you don’t really mean that.. Your fiance and friends would be happy to know at least some of you escaped, and they’d want you to leave your life to the fullest.”

  “Shut up! I can’t believe I actually kissed your foot!”

  Sincir chuckles. “Sorry... But I did give you the chance to back out, and you made the decision for yourself...”

  Mary cries for a while, often cursing at him or trying to pull away, but Sincir simply holds her close, rubbing her skin and whispering about how he is going to clean this mess and heal her before he leaves... Also, that he doesn’t actually mind her snark comments.

  Eventually, once she has grown mostly calm in his arms, her rises with her, carrying her princess-style, and asks her for directions to her bedroom.

  “...First door on the right down the corridor. You can’t miss it,” Mary murmurs, hiding her expression from him as she does so.

  Sincir takes her there, gently dropping her over the single bed he finds inside.

  Still, even as he begins to heal her bruises, she doesn’t look at him, maintaining her expression hidden by facing the wall of her bedroom opposite to him.

  Her attitude reminds Sincir of Eleanor, and he ends up chuckling in virtue of it.

  “Mary, love, I need you to look at me so I can tell if you’re okay or not. I can’t leave you like this.”

  It takes a moment, but Mary does so, revealing her blushed cheeks and embarrassed expression to him.

  Confirming she is merely ashamed, and not upset or angry, Sincir releases a small sigh of relief, smiling at her. “Hey, there... Look, don’t worry; I don’t fuck and tell. Unless you speak about it yourself, no one will ever know about what went on today, in between us.”

  Mary snorts softly. “You knowing about it is already plenty, boy... Next time, I might ask for the gentle course.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “No, you won’t; Once you’re over your embarrassment, you’ll think about what I did to you, and you’ll bite your lip, feeling your body grow hot... You’ll want the humiliation, and you’ll want the pain, and you’ll know I can give it to you, harder than anybody.”

  Seeing that Mary stares at him with slightly wide eyes, Sincir sighs.

  “I’m sorry, love, but this is just how it goes. The look you had on your face when I made you cum... I’ve seen it too many times not to recognize it. Sex can be addicting... And loving something you can’t have might drive you crazy. I didn’t know much about you before tonight, Mary, but now that I do, I’m thinking it might be for the best if we don’t see each other anymore, for your own good... Well, if you wish to throw yourself on the fire, in spite of the risks involved, I won’t stop you, but I felt I should at least warn you about it.”

  Esme has thought him a lesson about pying with fire, and Sincir won’t soon forget it. Even if they both say that they’re only having sex as fuckbuddies, that doesn’t mean their feelings will follow... For most of his existence as a demon, Varzath didn’t care for how many broken hearts he left in her wake; As far as he was concerned, it was their own fault for having fallen for him.

  But now, staring into Mary’s cold, vulnerable-looking blue eyes, and thinking that she might spend many more miserable nights from now on, being even more unsatisfied then she was before she met him... Sincir feels ashamed.

  Fuck, he wasn’t thinking. He should’ve just given her a nice, good time, and went on his way; Instead, he blew her fucking mind, and gave her an experience she won’t ever forget.

  “...Well, you should rest for now, and think about what I told you tomorrow, when your head is clear.”

  Approaching for a soft, brief kiss, he casts a quick cleaning spell over her, causing Mary to shudder, then covers her with a bnket.

  She seems to want to say something, but her eyelids are all but closing by themselves at this point, so Sincir caresses his thumb against her forehead, whispering for her to go to sleep, and that they can always talk tomorrow at the guild.

  It seems to be enough to convince her to rex, and her breathing grows soft even before he has left the room... Appreciating the view of her peaceful, rexed face for a moment, Sincir then sighs as he closes the door behind him.

  Now that he thinks on it, it might’ve been a good thing that things with Adrienne ended the way they did... He might not intend on creating some sort of harem for himself, but if he continues to sweep girls of their feet with every damn opportunity he is presented with, it’ll be end resulted, regardless...

  Is he really simply unable to keep it in his pants?

  Damn teenager body...

  From now on, Sincir swear he’ll think twice before involving himself with a girl. He probably won’t become a monk any time soon, but he’ll at least abstain from looking for new women for a while... In any case, he already has hands quite full with just Eleanor alone, the troublemaker.

  Staring at the mess they made of Mary’s living room, Sincir shakes his head to himself. He better get to cleaning, or he’ll be here until morning...

  Thankfully, magic makes the process much faster then it’d have otherwise have been, and he is actually done sooner than he expected to, even if he feels he might fall over after each spell he casts.

  He also does her dirty dishes, as an apologize for having made her kiss his foot, and for having made her wait for more than hour before he showed up for their date...

  Lords, he hopes Sunnazoth never hears about this, or he’ll never hear the end of it. He should tell Mary to keep from talking about the fact he did her dirty dishes ter... Then again, he doubts she’ll be eager to share any part of what they did tonight.

  Before leaving, Sincir grabs Mary’s key from where he saw her pcing it earlier, then locks her door on his way out, sliding the key back inside once he has done so.

  To say he is tired would the understatement of the century... In fact, he is all but swaying on his feet as he walks home.

  However, although it was intense and exhausting, the time he spent with Mary wasn’t actually all that long, and Elderspire’s night life is still going at full speed around him...

  Perhaps in virtue of it, or perhaps in virtue of his exhaustion, Sincir doesn’t notice Collin until the vampire is almost on top of him, grabbing his arm as he leads him away from the flux of people and toward a nearby alley.

  Sincir can tell by the vampire’s expression that something serious happened, and so he doesn’t say anything until they’re out of view, and, hopefully, hearing range of nearby passersby.

  “...What happened? Was it Leon?” Sincir asks once the vampire finally releases of his arm and steps away from him.

  His expression intense, and gray eyes gleaming slightly with red, Collin shakes his head. “Leon was fine today... He actually showed up on time, and he asked me questions about what being a servant is really like... That’s not why I was looking for you.”

  Sincir nods. “I can tell you’re in a hurry; Out with it.”

  Collin takes a deep breath. “It happened. One of our people spotted a small group of shady people carrying a sleeping or knocked down person in between them through the groves, not far from the city... They were heading in the direction of Insect Burrows.”

  Sincir smiles. “We got them... But if you’re here, something must’ve gone wrong. Were your people noticed?”

  Collin grimaces. “No, they were not... But the kidnapped person is a child.”