A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Through the door stepped Nora and Anne, both obviously excited and in a hurry. They didn't seem surprised by the scene playing out on Erik's bed—rather, their excitement rose.

They stepped forward…

"Halt," a stern voice stopped them in their tracks. They turned in that direction and found Emma staring at them with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Erik's two fingers hesitated, sending quick glances at each other and their master. Unfortunately, Erik was busy and spared them not even a glance. They pouted a little, but without conflicting orders from Erik, they didn't dare ignore one of his wives.

"Ehem," Nora muttered, clearly antsy to head towards the bed but turning to face Emma instead. "M— Mistress Elora is still dealing with the aftermath of your battle with Meilin," she quickly explained. "But she felt our Master's struggle and informed us, so that we could come and serve as his stress dolls!"

She spoke her last words with so much pride—despite their meaning—that even Emma's stern expression faltered for a moment. Next to Nora, Anne nodded rapidly and, with a wide grin, her eyes flying over to watch Astrid's rough treatment at Erik's hands. Her thighs started slowly rubbing together.

Fortunately, Emma had possibly the most willpower of all Erik's wives—and she was familiar with Nora and Anne by now—so she quickly recovered and returned to narrowing her eyes at them.

"If that's true, then why are you still wearing clothes?" she asked sternly, looking at their servant attire.

Nora and Anne quickly glanced at each other. It's not like they hadn't seen this version of Emma before. They'd secretly started calling her 'head-maid Emma' when she became this stern version of herself.

Regardless, they'd quickly realised Emma was an obstacle they'd need to overcome to get where they wanted to be. Without hesitation, they both made their clothes disappear. Ever since becoming fingers, Elora had bestowed storage jewellery on them.

Now fully naked, their sensuous bodies on display, they looked at Emma pleadingly. The maid-wife's eyes roamed over their bodies, seemingly judging them.

Nora was voluptuous. Her sinful body once lured countless men into her domineering clutches, but was now fully devoted to Erik's pleasure. Anne was slender like a cat. Her curves were less pronounced, but Emma had no doubt she could and would bend herself into whatever shape pleased Erik the most.

"Fine," Emma scoffed, deciding they were just barely good enough to satisfy her husband and master in this moment of inner turmoil. "But as you can see, he's currently with one of my sisters," she continued, indicating at the rough display next to her.

The wet, sloppy sounds of Erik ravaging Astrid's throat and scraping out her pussy with his fingers were constant background noise during their conversation.

Lifting a finger, Emma beckoned the two servants with a domineering gesture. "Get on your knees, crawl onto the bed, and prepare yourself. Follow my instruction, and perhaps my master will bless you with his attention later."

She deliberately didn't call Erik 'our' master, because even though she and they called him by the same honorific, it didn't mean the same thing.

The two servants didn't hesitate. Dropping to their knees, they crawled sensuously over to the bed, their eyes locked onto Erik's large form. When they got there, Emma instructed them on how to present themselves…

Meanwhile, Erik had determined his first load would be dumped in Astrid's stomach in just the way he was doing now. Looming over her, his hips were actively thrusting his cock into her throat to the hilt, sending spittle flying and causing her to gag on him.

At the same time, he was leaning on one outstretched arm—fist planted on the bed—while his other hand was busy fingering Astrid's pussy, which she'd lifted as far into the air as she could. Erik watched her quivering folds buckle under his finger's assault, causing him to smirk sadistically. He'd truly not expected Astrid to be into this so much, but he really wanted to see how far he could push it.

Suddenly, her folds started spasming even wilder around his fingers. He immediately pulled out and slapped her shaven, swollen cunt. Pain shot up Astrid's spine, quickly suppressing her approaching orgasm. Astrid's body tensed, her legs trembling as she moaned and groaned around the intruder in her throat. Her eyes fluttered. Much of the playful defiance had made way for the desperate pleas of a denied woman.

"Pathetic," Erik smirked, laying it on thick as he wondered how much humiliation she could take—or, perhaps, wanted. "You lost, and you think you'll be allowed to cum before me? Or are you so weak you can't even control yourself?"

Astrid whimpered under the assault of his loins filling her throat and his words filling her ears. Yet, for reasons she barely understood herself, she was only heating up more. Defiance had now fully left her eyes, to be replaced with surprise and confusion.

But… she didn't feel the need to stop. Not yet. She both loved and trusted Erik to help her explore this and to stop if things went too far, despite his current state of mind.

After denying her, Erik waited a few seconds before plunging his fingers inside again, quickly bringing her back to a point where he would deny her once more. By now, it was starting to feel like he had a different version of Emily under him. Though parts of this felt the same, there were glaring differences to him.

With Astrid, it looked like she was getting off on the humiliation and powerlessness, while Emily… Well, she was hard to define. Erik had yet to find a dark, perverted, BDSM-related kink she didn't enjoy, except perhaps the hard bondage that was Emma's purview. In fact, had he slapped Emily's pussy in this way it would have likely driven her over the edge, rather than pulling her away from it.

This cycle of denial continued for a few more minutes as Erik continued ravaging her throat, but he eventually reached his first peak.

"Here it comes," he grunted, and buried himself as far into her throat as he could. At the same time, he plunged his fingers deeper into her folds. It was mere moments before they both exploded in orgasm. Astrid screamed around his cock as her pussy squirted out a small fountain, and his cock pumped load after load into her stomach, too deep for her to resist.

They'd reached the first orgasm of the night, but Erik still had plenty of frustration to release, as well as a new kink to explore with Astrid…