A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Moments later, Erik was grinning at his handiwork with satisfaction. In front of him, a deeply blushing Emma was suspended from ropes attached to the ceiling. They tightly wound around her naked body and included a crotch rope, pressing into her pretty, shaven pussy.

A ball gag filled the space between her lips, and her head was firmly directed at Erik's bed. While she'd had no problem watching Erik ravage other members of his harem before, she now truly had the best seat—or rope prison—in the house.

"You look beautiful as always, little Glimmer," he said, causing her blush to deepen. Joy shimmered in her eyes. Gently, he removed her gag for a moment to kiss her lips before immediately putting it back. "Now, watch as I indulge in the meal you've served me."

Emma nodded happily—or as much as she could, considering her situation. Since she couldn't provide Erik the thing he needed right now by herself, she could think of no better alternative than arranging for others to do it while she watched—and to do it in bondage just enhanced the experience.

Leaving her, Erik turned back to the bed. Astrid appeared to have mostly recovered and now watched him with playful anticipation. She was lying on her side, propping up her head with one hand and showing off her truly sexy body without shame.

Erik grinned at her, but his intention was not to simply go back to fucking Astrid. No, he had a very specific goal for this night—including but not limited to unleashing his frustration at the choice before him—and it required more than one of his women, even if it was his wife.

Instead, his gaze panned over to the other two women in the room—women who were servants, rather than wives. Lust surged as he stepped closer to them. He looked down, grin still plastered across his face.

Before him, Nora and Anne were positioned on the bed, lying on their back. Their chests were raised towards the ceiling—creating a delicious curve in their spine—by their arms as they held them under their bodies. Meanwhile, they'd spread their legs wide, knees pulled up, and their heads dangled over the side of the bed, chin in the air, hair bundled on the floor.

They remained entirely still. The only proof they weren't asleep were their wide-open eyes, looking up at him with expectation, desire, lust, love, devotion… basically every emotion he'd come to associate with them.

Erik crouched down so that his face was closer to theirs and smirked lightly. "I see Emma gave you two her own personal touch," he chuckled, his hand reaching forward to touch something stuck in Nora's mouth. It was a ring-gag.

Unlike the ball gag currently filling the space between Emma's lips, a ring gag was built for a specific purpose besides taking away the ability to speak. This one kept their jaws wide open, ready for something to fill them. Both women's tongues were lolling out, moving in ways meant to beckon and entice him.

Naturally, the rings were Erik-sized. They were big enough to hurt a mortal's jaw after a mere few minutes, let alone the hour they'd already been stuck in his two servants' mouths.—not to mention they'd remain there for quite a bit longer, still.

Fortunately, neither Anne nor Nora were mere mortals. Though uncomfortable, their jaws didn't hurt. Besides, it's not like they weren't used to Erik's size. Not to even mention the blood that would have been pooling in a normal person's head by now.

Erik's gaze turned a little further down to notice two small puddles of drool just below their heads. Smirking, he noticed a thin trail of saliva was constantly leaking from their open mouths and lolling tongues. Yet, neither seemed to care. Their devotion to Erik was far stronger than mere discomfort.

He pulled back the hand that'd been touching Nora's gag and rested both hands on his knees. "Now, here's the problem with this situation," he chuckled, clearly jokingly. "I'm trying to take my mind off a tough choice, and now I'm presented with another one!"

For a moment, he had to suppress an eye roll when he felt panic and guilt through his bond with Emma. With patient amusement, he glanced at her and comforted her through their bond for a moment, then turned back to the matter at hand.

"Fortunately," he continued, turning back to the two women presenting him their mouths, "I can make this decision with a simple test."

Without warning, he snaked three fingers through both open holes. Large as his hands were, he could easily reach the back of their throats and even press into their throats.

Nora and Anne's eyes widened for a moment, but they quickly adapted. Their tongues wrapped themselves around his fingers, and their throats relaxed to let them in. Wet, slurping sounds started filling the room, but no gagging. Their throats were extremely well-trained by now.

Yet, Erik was determined to test that training. His fingers moved deep and fast, plunging in and out with increasing speed. When they were at their deepest, he'd wriggle them, trying to elicit a reaction.

As he tested them, Emma and Astrid watched with interest. Emma, from her bondage prison, Astrid, while leaning against the bed's headboard.

After a minute without any reaction, Erik wryly realised they might have completely lost their gag reflex already. 'I may have to—'

"Ghhhh"

His thoughts interrupted, his eyes flew over to Anne, and his lips curled up into a smirk. Her throat spasmed around his fingers for just a moment, causing her to gag.

"Oh, oh. Looks like you lost," he chuckled, and pulled back his fingers. It didn't look like either of them had much reaction to his words. Their focus had been completely stolen by the retreating fingers as their tongues tried desperately to keep them inside. Of course, without being able to close their jaws, they stood no chance.

When they were out, Erik wiped his wet fingers off on their cheeks even as the girls looked at him with puppy eyes of devotion and anticipation, unable to say a word.

With the test completed, Erik positioned himself in front of Nora and plopped his large cock onto her upside-down face. "It seems you'll be getting the real thing, Nora."

While Nora had already begun flicking her tongue across his meaty staff—or for as much as she could in her position—Erik then glanced at Anne. "As for you, I'll have to train you a little more with my new tools."

As he said that, a dark-blue light flashed. Suddenly, a cock-shaped, spatial tentacle hovered in front of Anne's wide-open mouth. Her eyes widened once more, staring at the strange appendage with confusion, hesitation, and… recognition.

By now, though Erik was still working on sensation, he could fully mould the shape of these things exactly into that of his own cock.

Then, before either girl could react to the change, Erik plunged his cock between Nora's waiting lips. At the same time, his spatial cock did the same thing with Anne…