A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Leila quickly scooped all the cum from her body—finger by finger—and greedily drank it down, never breaking eye contact with Erik. After everything was gone, she moved on to his cock. All the while, Erik looked down at her imperiously, arms crossed.

As he enjoyed her service, he couldn't help but think back to the night before. Ravaging five women simultaneously using his new spatial affinity and linking the sensations to himself was… a kind of folded pleasure that he discovered was incomparable to having just one woman pleasing his one cock.

Yet, he breathed a sigh of relief. 'It's good I can still enjoy this,' he thought to himself as Leila's slightly rough tongue made his spine shiver a little. 'I didn't really think about it then, but it would have sucked if every 'normal' night afterwards would have felt dim and grey by comparison.'

He looked down at Leila—her devoted eyes still locked on his—and grinned. Though the physical sensations were incomparable, a sight like this tickled his dominant and sadistic sides in very different ways than the wild ravaging from before, and he found both equally pleasurable.

He reached down and grabbed her chin. "Enough," he chuckled, pulling her off his dick and pushing her on her back again. "It's time to remind your body who it belongs to. Lie on your stomach for me, and spread your arms," he demanded, using his finger to make a rotational gesture.

"Yes, Daddy!" she immediately responded, her voice filled with eager lust. When she was on her stomach and spread her arms, Erik snapped his finger to activate a sigil Elora had planted on the bed. Instantly, ropes wrapped around Leila's wrists and then pulled them tight.

"Ah!" she yelped in surprise when her arms were forced in different directions, no longer allowing her to lift her upper body or move much at all. Her breathing became rapid.

"Relax," Erik whispered as he leaned forward, now hovering over her partially-restrained body. He gently caressed her naked back. "You trust me, don't you?"

Slowly, his words soothed her breathing back down. "Of course, Daddy…" she muttered in a breathy tone. But before she could even get used to his new situation, Erik wrapped a blindfold around her head to darken her world. Since she was still only a second-ranker, there was no omnisense to fall back on for her.

Her breathing became a little hotter, but she didn't act surprised or worried this time. In previous days, she'd left a great many men in similar positions… only to never do anything to their restrained bodies. Yet, she doubted Erik was also leave her body untouched… which only turned her on.

Ever since Erik made her submit to him on their first night together, she couldn't get enough of this feeling of surrender. Of being put in her place. Of serving the man who'd become her Daddy.

As her mind was lost in these thoughts, Erik moved back to her legs and spanked her. "Lift your ass for me," he commanded, and Leila was quick to obey. Though she could not lift her torso, she could still move her legs and lift her ass, thus creating a delicious spinal curve and putting her crotch on display.

In moments, Erik's cock was resting between her ass cheeks. His large hands cupped the delicious globes of flesh and kneaded them. A hungry grin graced his lips as he looked down at her restrained, blindfolded, athletic body.

At the same time, he felt something he hadn't felt in a while: Elora's pleasure. Inside his soul, Elora was tapped into his nervous system and experiencing every bead of pleasure that he was.

"Spirits, I missed this," she moaned, while performing the mental, incorporeal version of masturbation. Whenever Erik was having sex with her in his soul, she greedily enjoyed it with him and built upon both of their pleasure like this. "Fuck that kinky little slut, my love!" she demanded, her voice echoing in Erik's mind.

Not one to deny his beloveds—usually—he immediately plunged into Leila's dripping pussy.

"Uuuuuuh," Leila moaned loudly. His cock scraped the backside of her folds before immediately reaching her cervix. Her insides greedily cramped around him, trying to milk his girth. The blindfold and ropes made the sensation all the more vivid for her.

Wasting no time, Erik started thrusting with expert movements, bringing them both to the heights of pleasure. He brought a hand down on her ass again, causing her to tremble and scream in pleasure as a handprint appeared.

"Remember: you're not allowed to cum without permission," he smirked, already feeling her approaching orgasm. "Your orgasms are rewards and belong to me."

Leilah wasted no time beginning to beg… but didn't get permission yet.

***

Erik fucked her for about an hour longer before finally allowing her to orgasm at the end. He'd made her denial an order enforced by the bond, so she had a much easier—though no less frustrating—time compared to Nora and Anne earlier.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he drank a bottle of Emma's alcohol with a small grin as he looked back at the well-fucked mess that was Leila. Cum dribbled from every hole as she shivered and moaned from the after shocks of a massive release. The blindfold and ropes remained, yet she managed to train her gaze on him without fail.

Smirking, he reached over and spanked her ass one more time. Some fluids spurted out in response, but the ropes dissipated as well. "Time to get up! You still need to show me that makeup shop. I wish to buy presents for my wives!"

With a blissful smile on her face, Leila nodded slowly. "Y-Yes, Daddy…"

Meanwhile, Elora was basking in blissful afterglow inside his soul. Erik's words made her scoff and chuckle. "More like presents for yourself to put on them…"

"Shush!" he responded indignantly and jumped to his feet. Though he did look forward to seeing running makeup on his wives during sex, he wasn't entirely lying. That goal was mostly related to Emily, but with Naeku, he wanted to make it a gift for the breakthrough he suspected would happen soon. He hoped she'd enjoy knowing her people were returning to some kind of normalcy.

Elora giggled at his response. "Wanting to see their makeup run is probably related to a desire to ruin them in some way, you know? You should examine where that comes from!"

"Nope!" he chuckled, shaking his head."I'll just enjoy it without the introspection, thank you."