Chapter 879 879 - Denial***
Grinning playfully and seemingly unconcerned, Anne shifted away from Nora to crawl closer. "Come now, Master," she chuckled, eyes flashing with excitement. "You know it's not a real choice."
First, Anne leaned down to drag her tongue across his cock once, cleaning it a little, and bringing it back from half- to full-mast. Her eyes never left Erik's during the entire movement.
When done, she righted herself and positioned her hips above Erik's.
"Ever since you allowed us to become your fingers, Nora and I have dedicated our lives, our bodies, and everything else that we are to you, Master," she moaned softly, her needy pussy lips pressing against his tip. "Our orgasms are such a small thing in that reality, that giving them up for your pleasure is obvious."
Erik and his wives watched and listened quietly. Anne's dedication was obvious, despite the playful tone she managed to keep underneath. Though they'd known before, it reminded them clearly of the effects Nora's powers could have. While Anne had ostensibly chosen this fate for herself, neither she nor any of them could have predicted the true effects.
Erik himself mostly felt his cock twitch and throb at the sincerity behind her words. His dominant, even sexually sadistic nature, loved her devotion to him. Though he knew he'd have to remain disciplined in the face of temptation to use Nora's power against the unwilling, right now he just wanted to enjoy the results.
"Do it," he growled hungrily, and Anne immediately sank down to impale herself. His cock expanded her insides and thrust against her cervix. Anne moaned desperately, her playfulness quickly lost. Her eyes fluttered, her body trembled. No orgasm rocked her body, but it was obvious she was already on edge—just like Nora—after being denied the night before as well.
She barely wasted any time and quickly began to move. Entwining her fingers behind her head and curving her spine, she danced on his hips while displaying her body for his viewing pleasure. Her body was much slimmer than Nora's—being more comparable to Astrid's—and had a cat-like leanness to it,.
Her face quickly became scrunched up in concentration and effort. Erik felt her soft folds squirm, tremble, and squeeze around his length. She was obviously on the very edge of cumming, but didn't slow down. As with Nora, she was fully dedicated to pleasing Erik at the cost of her own discomfort.
Suddenly, Erik then felt a tongue drag across his balls again. Glancing curiously through the pleasure, he noticed Nora had dragged her trembling body over there, providing the same service Anne had before. Though Erik liked to think she was doing it for him, he suspected it was just as much a way to make Anne's predicament last a little shorter.
Anne rode him for several minutes. Since he'd just orgasmed already from Nora, she had a little bit of a harder time than her friend did. Still, it looked like she'd be able to make it to the end… until Elora decided to interfere.
With her own sadism fuelled by this display, she suddenly flew up from Erik's chest and approached the bouncing, dancing Anne. Erik glanced at her curiously, but quickly sank back into pleasure flooding his body, grunting softly.
"Why not just give in?" Elora whispered mischievously, having reached Anne's ear. "Wouldn't it be so easy?"
Anne's eyes widened, her focused expression wavering for a moment. Those sensitive to Arcanist magic noticed Elora's voice was tinged with a bit of power, likely designed to make her words even more enticing and convincing. Erik noticed, but didn't stop her. Elora was enjoying herself, and that was more important to him than Anne. Plus, he was also a little curious to see what would happen.
"N-No…!" Anne moaned hoarsely, shaking her head and not taking her eyes off Erik. He was her source of strength in this. It didn't look like she even fully realised Elora was talking to her.
Elora fluttered over to Anne's other ear. "Are you sure~?" she asked enticingly, eyes brimming with mischievous excitement. "He's already given his permission, hasn't he? You deserve it! That's what he said!"
"N-No, no, no!" Anne continued muttering, shaking her head with wide, panicked eyes as she felt her resolve tremble and the approaching orgasm creep closer. "I-It doesn't matter… what I deserve!" she rattled off, her hips never pausing.
Elora giggled, clearly both enjoying Anne's struggle and the fact Erik's servant refused to break even in the face of her magic-infused words. Emma and Astrid watched her work with some excitement of their own. Truly, being Erik's wives had turned their deviant meters up to eleven.
The mischievous, even cruel, fairy tried for a few more minutes, but in the end, Erik couldn't hold back any longer. Before Anne's resolve broke, her womb flooded, and she sagged off to the side, hips continuing to rock and body shaking wildly as she continued fighting off her orgasm. Her face twisted in pleasure, desperation, and focus.
Meanwhile, Erik sighed contentedly, and looked over at Nora. He tossed her another one of the dildos with a smirk. "You know what to do," he chuckled softly.
Catching the phallic object, Nora nodded with a submissive smile. She had her body mostly under control again, and though she still felt a burning need in her dildo-filled pussy she wasn't in immediate danger of orgasm anymore.
Soon, Anne was in the same situation as she. Large, Erik-shaped dildos ensured their cum-packed wombs remained plugged up and slightly bulging out of their stomachs. "You both did good," Erik grinned at them. "Rest a moment, then return to your work. When you leave the dimension, tell the people outside we'll be along shortly."
Soon, Anne was in the same situation as she. Large, Erik-shaped dildo's ensured their cum-packed wombs remained plugged up and slightly bulging out of their stomachs. "You both did good," Erik grinned at them. "Rest a moment, then return to your work. When you leave the dimension, tell the people outside we'll be along shortly."
After gathering themselves, his beloved but tormented servants acknowledged his orders with a submissive bows and smiles. Still trembling a little, they left the room dressed once more in their servant clothing.
Meanwhile, Emma was focused on Erik's fluid-smeared dick. Smiling softly, she sat up and left Erik's embrace. While Astrid was still lost in thought over the sight of Nora and Anne's devotion, Elora settled back on Erik's chest, and Erik himself was still glowing in satisfaction, Emma's movement caught their interest.
"Emma? What-" Astrid began, but then the always-dutiful maid-wife quickly swallowed Erik's cock without a word. Then, with one quick, practised movement, she pulled back and fully cleaned his dick in the process.
Erik wasn't actually all that surprised, and rather enjoyed the feeling of her soft tongue scraping off the remains from his member.
When done, she crawled back into Erik's arms and challenged Astrid and Elora's strange looks with an innocent grin as she licked her lips. "What? That's the privilege and duty of a good maid!"
Astrid and Elora rolled their eyes, not prepared to debate Emma over this.
"Come," Erik instead interrupted any other thought with a smile. "It's time to talk, Elora… But first, I think there's someone waiting for us in the living room."