Sincir curses under his breath. They knew some of the kidnapped victims were children, of course, but knowing something and having it happen right in front of your face is a different thing.

  “Let me guess; You’re thinking of rescuing them?” he asks Collin, already knowing the answer.

  Collin tightens his jaw. “We’re keeping tabs on them, and there’s still some time before they reach the nest proper... We might be able to kill them all and rescue the child before they contact any of their accomplices. The cultists might realize someone is on their tail, but not who, and we know for sure where they’re hiding now.”

  Sincir sighs. “No, we do not... We’ve confirmed they’re hiding in that general direction-”

  “Then we’ll grab one of them alive and extract the information we need from them!”

  “And if they don’t have it?” Sincir counters, facing the vampire’s incensed gaze directly as he continues, “What if they’re supposed to meet with another group, better prepared, midway to their object, or once they reach the nest? It’s how I’d have done it, if I was in their shoes.”

  Collin averts his gaze, cursing, and Sincir sighs again.

  “Look, Collin, I’ve been a part of the internal structure of these groups before. The people who have kidnapped that child, whoever they are, are most likely expendable, and I bet they know little to nothing about what’s happening within the higher echelon of their ranks... There is still a chance they could know something important, sure, but by attacking them now, we would be lowering our chances of rescuing those already kidnapped people considerably. Demons are not weak, or stupid, and in order the reach the hostages while they’re still alive, we need the element of surprise.”

  Collin shakes his head. “Still...”

  “How many children die in Elderspire’s slums every day, Collin...? And what of the children who have already been kidnapped? I won’t forbid you from taking action, if that’s what you really want, but you must do so knowing the possible consequences. Once the cultists realize they’ve been found out, their leaders could simply pack their things and leave, abandoning their less aware underlings... It isn’t uncommon for groups like these to operate in such a manner; Just, they’d summon whatever they can before they leave, and kill any remaining witnesses on their way out.”

  Collin closes his eyes.

  “...I’m sorry,” Sincir tells him, “I know it is a heavy choice to make.”

  “What... What should we do?” Collin murmurs hoarsely.

  “You are in hiding of the Mage Council of Krador, so I assume you’ve dealt with Mind Magic before?”

  Opening his eyes once more, Collin nods. “We know what to watch out for.”

  “Good... Since things have been going rather well for them tely, it is likely they’ve grown careless in these past few weeks, but it wouldn’t hurt to be careful... Tell your people that if the kidnappers meet with another group, they should keep their distance while the exchange happens; If they are going to sweep the area with magic for a tail, that would be the time.”

  Collin nods. “I’ll tell them... And once they have tailed them all the way to Insect Burrows, what should they do?”

  Sincir considers it. Ideally, they would find out how these cultists are entering and leaving Insect Burrows without attracting the attention of its monsters (if that’s really what they’re doing), as well as the exact location of their hideout within the nest, but...

  “Let’s not push our luck tonight. Tell your people to watch which entrance they use, what they do before entering, if anything at all, and if they meet with another group at some point along the way... Also, if there are two groups, have your people split up to follow both of them. It might prove useful to know the identity of some of these underlings in the future, even if they’re ill informed.”

  Collin nods, his expression solemn. “I’ll be going, then. In case something unexpected happens, or we find something urgent, I’ll report to you again tonight; Otherwise, I’ll send someone tomorrow.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “Bring me one of the people who tailed them... It’s okay if you have to wait until tomorrow night to do it, but I’d like to hear the details from them in person, if you don’t mind it.”

  “No, I understand why you’d want to.”

  Nodding at him, Collin begins to walk away, though he doesn’t head to where they entered, going in the opposite direction instead.

  “Collin?” Sincir calls, causing the vampire to stop and gnce at him over his shoulder, “How did you find me?”

  “...I went to your house, and Miss Eleanor said you’d be in a date, somewhere near the guild.”

  Oh... For a moment, he though the vampire might’ve had somebody tailing him, but it seems that is not the case. Collin doesn’t seem the type to be that paranoid, but you never know.

  “...How do you get from pce to pce so fast, anyway?”

  Collin smiles, then jumps; A second ter, he is out of view completely.

  ...If not for having caught a glimpse of him nding over one of the nearby roofs, Sincir might’ve thought the vampire flew.

  Well, if he is still able to show off like this, then it means he wasn’t all that upset about the child.

  Sincir knows for a fact that Collin has seen a good deal of death over these past five hundred years, and that the vampire will not hesitate to do the necessary when the time comes, even if he may not like it...

  Well, he doesn’t like it either, and he’d happily spend his days going on dates with pretty girls, but the universe seems to have other pns for his life... Being made into a sve, then leading a revolution for the freedom of his people, followed by becoming a Demon Lord... And now this, whatever you would call it.

  He hopes whatever God out there cursed his Soul is at least having a good ugh at his expense...

  Still, since he can’t do much about this whole cultist business until Collin shows up with more information, Sincir tries to take his mind off of it as he continues to head home...

  More importantly, his raging erection isn’t going away anytime soon, is it? Thinking about how Collin probably noticed it, Sincir groans.

  This surprise Eleanor promised him better be something which will rid him of his boner, or he is not responsible for what he might do to her tonight...

  Spotting the house is a relief, for more reasons than one, and Sincir releases a groan of annoyance over having to deactivate his protection runes before going in, which is followed by a tired sigh once he is finally inside.

  “Eleanor? Esme?” he calls as he heads toward their living room, “Please tell me you two aren’t already asleep or some-”

  Sincir interrupts himself as he spots the scene of Eleanor sitting at the couch, the magic tome he gave her in her grip, as Esme kneels in front of her, naked, with one of the nephilim’s foot in her hand.

  For a moment, he thinks Eleanor must’ve told Esme to worship her foot, but then he spots a small bowl containing the strange mixture Victoria seems to use in order to paint her nails next to Esme, and realizes they must’ve been doing each other nails again... Though why Esme is naked is anyone guess.

  As they both turn to stare at him, Sincir smiles, feeling his brow twitch as he does so. “I see you’ve been enjoying yourselves... Yard. You and me, now.”

  She must’ve seen something in his face, because Eleanor actually looks apologetic for once, raising her palms in his direction as she puts her book away and removes her foot from Esme’s grip, rising.

  “Don’t worry, we didn’t start without you... And I can see you’ve kept your part of the deal by that bulge in your pants.”

  Shit, it must’ve gotten hard again because he thought she was forcing Esme to do something degrading... And he had just managed to rid himself of it, too.

  “Sorry, Sin. I was bored, so I asked Eleanor if I could do her nails again...” Esme expins, “With all the fighting and running she does, they barely st a day, if that-”

  “You don’t say,” Sincir retorts drily.

  “-But she said I had to get naked if I wanted to do it, and here we are... I think she thought it’d dissuade me.”

  Eleanor sighs, and the exasperated look on her face says everything. “I wanted to wait for you, since I promised, but she wouldn’t stay quiet... You look really tired. Are you still up for it? I suppose we could always do it tomorrow.”

  Sincir sighs. “Do I have to cast magic, fight, argue, or clean something?” he asks.

  Eleanor smiles. “I’ll be gentle, promise; Although I wasn’t pnning to, I can tell you need it right now, and considering what happened yesterday, and what you went through this afternoon, I don’t bme you... Ena told me what went on after I left. She said it was good thing I wasn’t there still.”

  Sincir narrows his eyes at her. “You’re being awfully nice for a change... Where are the others?”

  Being still on her knees, Esme snorts. “El told them to get out of the way, unless they wanted to watch... We have the first floor tonight, but you should have seen the look of disgust in No’s face... Though I think she was also a bit jealous. And she told us that if we dirty the floor again after she has just cleaned it, she’ll murder all three of us in our sleep.”

  Walking up to her as he leans over for a brief kiss, Sincir shakes his head. “Keeping it clean forever is not the point of cleaning something, but I understand why she is upset, all things considered. Have you two talked any tely?”

  “I helped the girls with some of the cleaning today, and we took another bath together,” Esme says, brown eyes gleaming pyfully as she reaches for his cheek and caresses it gently, sustaining his gaze as she does, “But Rez was with us this time, so nothing happened.”

  Returning her smile, Sincir nods, walking up to Eleanor next in order to give her a greeting kiss as well.

  “...How are you?” he whispers her once their lips are apart again and their gazes meet, “Thanks for talking with Mary for me, by the way... And sorry for assuming the worst of you, every time.”

  Eleanor grimaces slightly, then shrugs. “I gave you good reason to in the past, or you wouldn’t do it... How was your date with the universe grumpiest clerk?”

  Sincir snorts. “She is not that bad... But we were both tired, and I was forbidden from enjoying myself, so it could’ve been better.”

  She smiles. “What a good boy you are... Are you ready?”

  Sincir sighs. “You didn’t give much of a choice, but sure, what do you want me to do?”

  “For now, take your clothes off and close your eyes... I’ll tell you when to open them again.”

  Being too tired to argue, Sincir does as instructed; Nonchantly removing his clothes, he closes his eyes in order to wait for whatever Eleanor has prepared for him.

  Meanwhile, he hears Esme chuckling, and then Eleanor telling her to shut so she won’t ruin the surprise... Their footsteps sound around him for a moment, but it isn’t long before Eleanor is back, pressing something against his neck, and then locking it.

  At this point, Sincir has a good idea about what her surprise might be, and he grimaces.

  Probably from having seen his expression, Eleanor chuckles. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

  And sure enough, Sincir finds himself colored to a chain of which Eleanor holds the other end of.

  Gncing toward Esme, he realizes she has a matching one.

  “...You were right, El, his expression is so priceless,” Esme says, chuckling as she does so, “And if you’re wondering why I’m wearing one too, Sin, it’s because she asked me which role I wanted to py, and I told her I was fine with being colred as well.”

  “...So, she is walking the both of us,” Sincir concludes, his voice dry.

  Esme smiles, then nods. “Sorry... Now that it’s happening, I realize you’d probably prefer to have the both of us walking you, since it’d be less humiliating that way.”

  Sincir sighs. “If you understand it, then realize it earlier, idiot... Well, I guess we’re giving Eleanor a night to remember.”

  As Eleanor meets his gaze, holding the chain of his colr in between the two of them, her gaze is surprisingly vulnerable.

  “...Does this remind you of your time as a sve?” she asks, after a moment of locked stares in between the two of them.

  “It does,” Sincir confesses, “But... It’s different. You don’t really want to hurt me, and we care about how the other person feels... Were you serious when you said you were going to help me, this morning?”

  Eleanor nods. “I was. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wanted to... But some part of me still screams to run away... What should I do?”

  Sincir smiles. “You could always tell it to shut up; You’ve always been good at ignoring everything others say, and doing whatever you wanted instead.”

  Eleanor upturns the corner of her lips... Then, she steps forward, pulls his chain up, forcing him to the tip of his toes, and meets his lips with hers, grabbing his half-standing member with her free hand she does so...

  Forcibly shoving her tongue into his mouth, she begins to jerk him... However, she stops once his cock has grown hard in her grip, pulling away from their kiss in order to give it a good look.

  Staring at his painfully hard member in her palm, Eleanor smiles.

  “Does it hurt?” she asks, voice slightly hoarse.

  Being still forced to stand on the tip of his toes by the chain she is holding, Sincir gres at her. “Is this what you call gentle? Because if so, I think we have different interpretations of the word.”

  Shitting her gaze up in order to meet his eyes, Eleanor slowly runs her hand down the length of his member, before grabbing his balls and squeezing them lightly...

  “I’ll be gentle, but only if you’re a good boy,” she murmurs, “Can I? Can I do what I want?”

  Eleanor eyes gleam intensely, and Sincir can tell she has been looking forward to this ever since he promised her he was going to let her do it.

  Why?

  Well, it doesn’t really matter, since he already promised her.

  “...Yeah, you can do it however you want. That’s what we agreed on.”

  Eleanor smiles. “Then I want you hard, the whole way through. I want to know you’re pent up... I want to see it hanging, needy, as I lead you on a colr, on all fours, Sincir.”

  Bitch... So that’s why she forbade him from cumming at all today.

  “Fine, I won’t cum unless you give me permission to... But don’t push it. I hate being edged by someone else, almost more than anything.”

  Lowering her arm, Eleanor finally allows him to fully touch the ground. “I’ll keep it in mind,” she says, pointing at the floor as she does so, “From now on, you won’t be allowed to speak, get up, or cum, unless I give you permission; Esme, that also goes for you.”

  Both Esme and him nod, though Sincir does so with a mental sigh. Then, understanding what she means by pointing at the floor, he slowly gets to his knees...

  Ugh, yet another thing to the rapidly growing list of things Sunnazoth must never learn about; Just great...

  Staring up, Sincir watches as Esme walks up to Eleanor, handing the nephilim the chain of her colr, then kisses her briefly over the lips, before smiling as she also drops to her knees.

  Well, he is gd to see they’re getting along, at least, if for nothing else in this cursed day.

  Now holding both of their colrs’ chains, Eleanor smiles at the two of them, kneeling before her.

  “Do you remember when you made me beg to spend the night with you?” the nephilim asks, striking blue eyes showcasing her grudge clearly as they gleam maliciously, “Had I known at the time you were both this pathetic, I’d have done things much differently that night.”

  Had he known she’d hold it over them, he’d have at least made her kneel at the time...

  Eleanor chuckles. “What, nothing to say? I guess dogs don’t speak...” she murmurs happily, beginning to slowly circle the two of them, “Well, before we start, I want you to learn your pce... I want you to resist me, and know how powerless you are.”

  Having arrived behind him as she finishes speaking, Eleanor pces her foot over his back, almost at his nape, and begins to slowly force it down.

  “Resist me,” she orders, voice now cold.

  Sincir tries; Not only because she told him to, but also because it is almost ingrained in his nature to do so. Still, even as he uses all of his strength to push against the ground, Eleanor continues to force his head lower and lower at a gradual pace, making it clear she is physically stronger than him, and not by a small margin, either.

  It isn’t long before he finds himself with his head pinned to the ground by her foot.

  “Raise your ass and spread your legs,” Eleanor orders, in the same tone as before.

  For his eternal annoyance, Sincir feels his face beginning to burn... Just what part of this is supposedly gentle, exactly?

  Still, he does as she asks, groaning softly as he struggles to move his body while having his head under her foot...

  Eleanor snorts coldly. “Took you long enough.”

  Through his peripheral vision, Sincir can see she is shamelessly inspecting his ass and painfully hard, hanging member... With his legs being spread apart, and his head pinned to the ground by her foot, he has no hope of hiding anything from her mocking gaze.

  “You, come here,” Eleanor tells Esme, who bites her lower lip over the vision of his spread ass cheeks as she crawls toward where Eleanor points.

  Once Esme is in position, now behind him, she gces at Eleanor, asking for further instructions.

  The nephilim snorts. “What are you waiting for? I’m sure you know what dogs do. Go ahead; Act like the bitch in heat you are.”

  Realizing what Eleanor means, Esme cheeks immediately grow a shade darker. Shitting her eyes toward his face, she smiles apologetically, murmuring a soundless sorry, then crawls forward, approaching his ass.

  Eleanor smiles. “That’s right, take a deeeeeep breath...”

  Feeling Esme’s breathing against his asshole, Sincir shudders, his cock growing even harder as it hangs in between his thighs.

  “Louder; I want to hear you.”

  Esme begins to make sniffing noises, loudly smelling his ass... Clenching his teeth is all Sincir can do to stop himself from moving away or closing his legs.

  Eleanor clicks her tongue, slowly moving her foot from side to side as she continues to presses it against his head and cheek. “Look at the both of you, dripping all over the floor poor No spent her afternoon cleaning... I should make you lick it clean, so you’ll learn your lesson.”

  Sincir grimaces. He believes it in Esme’s case, but is he actually dripping pre-cum...? And for how long how does she pn to keep stepping on him, anyway? It is not exactly a comfortable position...

  Suddenly leaning forward, Eleanor grabs Esme’s hair and presses her face onto his ass, dragging her nose against it. “Breath,” she orders coldly, “Take in the smell of his ass and bark for me like a bitch; Make me believe you’ve never smelled anything better...”

  Esme barks, high-pitched and almost desperately, her neediness obvious in her voice...

  “...Good,” Eleanor murmurs, after another couple of barks and loud deep breaths taken by Esme. Releasing her, she finally raises her foot from his head.

  Sincir would’ve taken a breath of relief, but he is too busy trying not to burst his cum all over the floor... He has to admit Eleanor has talent as a bully.

  “Roll over and spread your legs, Sincir... I want to see your expression.”

  Sincir groans soundlessly, but at this point, it is too te to go back, and he refuses to give her the satisfaction of giving up or fighting against her on this. She wants him to role-py a dog for tonight? Fine, he can role-py a dog.

  Having renewed his determination, Sincir slowly rolls over, as though showcasing his belly, and spreads his legs open again, as instructed. Needless to mention, his member points straight at the ceiling as he does so, a very obvious stain of pre-cum covering its tip.

  Eleanor smiles, seemingly about to make another degrading comment, but then her gaze finds his expression, and she freezes.

  ...What’s wrong, love? Isn’t this what you wanted? To have him desperate enough to beg? Humiliated?

  Sustaining her eyes, Sincir whines, humping the air pleadingly as he does so...

  She swallows.

  ...Hey, didn’t you promise you were going to be gentle?

  His expression being one of open desperation, daring her to continue being mean to him, Sincir humps the air and whines again.

  “That’s...” seemingly unable to take her eyes away from him, Eleanor swallows once more, then smiles slightly, “I’m sorry... You were being a good boy, and I was still mean to you. That wasn’t very fair of me, was it?”

  Sincir whines again, and Eleanor visibly shudders, her eyes quickly shifting toward his painful-looking erection, before returning to his face.

  “Yeah, I got it, okay?” Eleanor murmurs, kneeling by his side as she does so and scratching his belly affectionately, “You’re going to be a good boy for me, won’t you? You’ll give me no reason to punish you?”

  Sincir barks, squirming happily and making his best impression of a purr once she begins to scratch under his jaw...

  Once their gazes meet again, Eleanor bites her lower lip, stopping her scratching, and Sincir pauses his antics, cocking his head at her in confusion.

  She rises, then pces her foot next to his face. “Who’s a good boy?” she asks, slightly hoarsely.

  Sincir barks, happily beginning to lick her toes.