A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Astrid landed on the bed with a yelp and a thump. With no time to react, Erik was already on top of her, pinning her down and grinning down at her. Just like her, he was naked now—though it wasn't him who'd done this.

In the moment Erik was diving after Astrid, Emma had waved her hand to suck his clothes from his body and into her spatial ring. Naturally, this was only possible because he'd allowed her, and he'd forgotten about his clothes in his impatience. Now, Emma had taken the clothes out of her storage again before neatly folding them and putting them on a shelf.

Meanwhile, Erik and Astrid struggled for control… briefly. Though Erik had more trouble defeating his strongest wife on a field of actual battle, this situation was very different. In battle, Astrid relied heavily on technique and speed, but neither helped her much when she was trying to grapple with Erik's raw physical mass and power.

It wasn't long before he was sitting on her chest, and she lay on her back beneath him, glaring up despite the obvious desire burning in her eyes. Erik squeezed his thighs and locked his legs beneath her back to keep her in place, putting her in an uncomfortable position as well.

Her hands had been forced above her head with one hand, while the other grabbed Astrid by the chin. His massive cock was already stiff and draped across her face, spreading his pleasure- and lust-inducing pheromones where she could not hide from them.

Astrid's cheeks were heavily flushed, and her breathing was rapid.

"Open up," Erik growled, glaring down at her with the gaze of someone expecting to be obeyed—rapidly.

But Astrid was far from cowed. Playful defiance mixed in with the lust and desire in her eyes as she pursed her lips into a smirk.

Erik narrowed his eyes. "Bold… I'll have to remind you who you belong to, and why defiance is futile."

His harsh words only made Astrid wriggle harder under him, the light in her eyes glowing more intensely. Yet, she made no move. She loved to be conquered, and he'd have to work for it.

Scoffing, Erik unleashed a torrent of thundersnow- and spatial-infused aetherium to thoroughly suppress Astrid's runes. A soft moan escaped the vampire's pursed lips, her eyes fluttering a little as Erik brutally suppressed her. As usual in their sparring, pure power was on his side. However, this kind of suppression was only possible because of their extended physical contact.

Next, he shifted the hand on her chin to her nose, closing it as he smirked down at her. In the end, even people like them still needed air… especially when their power was suppressed. Normally, she might be able to last for hours like this, but now it took no more than a few minutes of Erik scrounging up his last bits of patience before Astrid was forced to breathe.

"Gah!" she gasped, gulping down a desperate breath of air just before fainting… and just before having her mouth and throat stuffed with something else.

"There!" Erik growled, using his cock to force the small gap she'd made between her lips into a gaping hole he could fit inside. At this point, Astrid couldn't stop moaning around the intruder.

"You're still weaker than me," Erik growled cruelly, unleashing his own desires while knowing it would only turn her on more. "Now be a good loser and suck your superior's cock."

Though her gaze was still filled with defiance, she did obediently follow his order. Her lips formed a seal around his cock, and her tongue did its best to reach his most sensitive spots. Her head began to rock a little to push him deeper inside, but it wasn't good enough for him.

"Hmpf," he snorted, then started shifting his body around. "Now that you've remembered your place, let's do this properly."

Without ever leaving her mouth, he turned his body around and pulled her arms with him. A quick application of ice maker saw her hands then chained to her waist. Were he not suppressing her power, she could have easily broken or melted those chains, but as it stood, she was helpless against them.

Now being in a sixty-nine position, Erik started thrusting his hips to fill Astrid's willing throat. Soon, he was bottoming out and slapping his balls against her forehead with every thrust. Astrid was moaning and trembling, spittle flying everywhere. She soon realised there was no need for her to do anything except accept her defeat and be a willing receptacle.

Doubtlessly, her kinks and Erik's modified fluids combined to make this as surprisingly enjoyable for her as it was. As Erik ravaged her throat, she couldn't stop her pussy from gushing and twitching from his rough treatment and her own defeat.

Erik, who was pushing his body up by leaning on his arms, looked down at her spasming pussy and smirked. "Look at you, leaking like a good little bitch from losing and having your throat fucked. That deserves a reward!"

Yet, instead of going down to make this a proper sixty-nine, he shifted to leaning on one arm and used the other to stick two fingers in her sopping cunt. Her moaning immediately intensified, but that quickly turned to whimpering when Erik hooked his finger and pulled her up.

The pain quickly caused Astrid to raise her hips until her legs were pushing her waist up to about the height of Erik's face, putting her in an awkward and humiliating position as her face was still buried under Erik's crotch.

Yet, the state of her pussy only worsened. Though she didn't find pleasure in pain as Emily did, it did intensify the pleasure she felt, and Erik's aggressiveness was obviously a turn-on for her. It looked like she had some interesting fantasies about being defeated and ravaged by the man she loved.

Perhaps this, too, was a leftover from their youth. Perhaps every time he defeated her when they were kids, she hoped he'd forget about Edda for a moment and grab the opportunity to take advantage of her weakness.

Whatever the case, Erik felt no rejection from her at any time and let his darker urges run rampant on her body. With her hips raised as far as they could go, he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her sopping cunt with a sadistic smirk.

As all this happened, Emma remained in the room. She'd taken up position next to the bed and watched everything happen with a serene smile. Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow and looked over at the door.

A moment later, the door opened.