Chapter 891 891 - Economic benefits**
By the time they reached it, Erik had tossed a giggling Leila over his shoulder. Entering the room, he quickly tossed Leila on the bed with a hungry grin and watched as she quickly wormed out of her clothes and scrambled to her knees, still on top of the bed. She'd planted her hands in front of her knees and rested her firm butt cheeks on her feet.
"I missed you, Daddy~" she purred, her words dragged through honey, her eyes sparkling. "W-Will you show me you still love me? My body's felt so lonely~"
Smirking, Erik stepped forward. His chest was uncovered as usual, but he still had his pants on. His hand shot forward and firmly grabbed her chin.
"Come now, Leila," he growled, looking into her pleading yellow eyes as he pushed his thumb between her lips. "You know what this is. I care for you. I protect you. I'll be the father-figure you never had, but not a loving one. I'll be the one you need, not the one you want." He raised an imperious eyebrow. "You'll just have to love me twice as much to compensate for my lack of it. Can you do that?"
Leila whimpered a little, but her body was only heating up. Tears dripped down her needy pussy. She lowered herself a little more for him, arching her back and pushing out her ass. Her tongue wrapped around his thumb and gently suckled on it as she slowly nodded with devoted eyes.
Deep down, she knew the only real difference between the Daddy she chose and the father she hated was that the former actually made her feel wanted and needed. But… that was enough for her. In the darker moments of her past, she'd silently begged Tarek to be harsher to her, if only that meant he'd pay her more attention and keep her in Enkare Nkai.
Of course, had he actually done that from the start, she'd just be resenting him for different reasons. In the end, giving your children some kind of complex while raising them was hard to avoid. Regardless, Leila's lack of fatherly attention was Erik's gain.
"Start by lubing me up," Erik ordered as he pulled back his thumb and made his pants disappear. Given his height, his waist was actually at the same elevation as Leila's face currently was, so his large cock immediately slapped her from chin to forehead when released from its prison.
His Leila spoke no words but immediately got to work. She dragged her tongue from base to tip without breaking eye contact, needy, submissive love burning in her gaze. When she reached the tip and kissed it, Erik was already feeling impatient from the Elorium rush that coursed through his body.
With a growl, he grabbed the back of her head with his large hand, tangled his fingers in her soft, straight black hair, and thrust forward, instantly filling her throat. Leila's eyes widened, but Erik's 'training' in their previous nights had taught her what to do. She quickly put her arms behind her back and lowered her body even more, giving Erik the straightest path from lips to throat.
Still not breaking eye-contact, some of her makeup began to run down.
Erik raised an eyebrow. He'd not noticed before, but he saw now Leila was wearing makeup, something he'd not seen in a while. Elora used her magic to create similar effects—but that didn't run in this way—and his other wives hadn't had access to the stuff since before he came into their current lives.
Suddenly, he envisioned Emily wearing the dark makeup that her personality and style were missing… and pressed Leila further down his cock with another growl.
"You prettied yourself up for me, huh?" he grinned crassly. Leila made some sputters and gargles of acknowledgement, her watering eyes causing it to run even more as her tongue darted out to flick his balls.
He pulled her off him so that she could speak again. "Tell me where you got that," he demanded sternly. "Did you save it from before the awakening, or is it new?"
Leila panted, her eyes unfocused as drool dribbled down her lolling tongue. "I-I… uhm…"
Narrowing his eyes, Erik used the grip on her hair to shake her a little. "Answer me! Are you Daddy's good little slut, or not?" he growled.
A shiver of pleasure travelled down Leila's spine as her mind focused up. "I-It's new, Daddy…!" she panted, quickly continuing. "The economy you created is allowing people to start up luxury businesses again!" she explained with obvious admiration in her voice.
"Good girl," Erik grinned, then pressed her nose back onto his crotch with a single thrust. "You'll lead me there before you enter seclusion with my mother, understood?"
Leila nodded eagerly—or as much as she could in her current situation. Grinning, Erik thrust a few more times down her throat before he pushed her off, and her back hit the mattress. "You deserve a reward for letting me know about this," he chuckled.
Leila blinked up at him, panting a little as she grew excited. "C-Can I—?!"
"Yes," Erik smirked as he put his hands on his hips and took a wide-open stance. "You can use your feet for a little while. If you get me to finish, I might even allow you to do it again sometime. But you'll need to do it from down there."
His cute servant nodded quickly, grinning eagerly. From her position on the bed, she lifted her legs and placed her soft, clean feet onto the cock lording over her from above. Her breath hitched a little as she felt her own slick saliva on the burning hot pillar of flesh now touching her feet.
She began massaging his cock like this. First gently, then faster as she became more desperate to make him cum and open a future of possibilities for her. Her toes tickled his balls and tip as her soles provided just the right amount of pressure.
Erik couldn't deny it felt good. Though he was new to this, he could see the appeal… at least, when she was lying beneath him like that. In the end, it wasn't that long before she succeeded, and he sprayed several ropes of thick white cum over her tanned, slender body.
He grunted as it happened, as Leila shivered under the spray, experiencing a small orgasm of her own as his cream covered her stomach, breasts, and face.
"I-I did it!" she panted, joy dripping from her face. "I did it, Daddy! Are you proud of me? Can I do it again sometime?!"
"Heh," Erik chuckled with amusement. "Yes to all of the above, little Leila. Now clean us both up, because I'm not done with you yet…"