A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

As they walked away from the door, Erik noticed Naeku was glancing back at it with a hint of regret. "Some things never change, I guess…" she muttered softly, perhaps not meaning for Erik to hear, but not considering it, either. Naturally, he could hear her just fine.

"I know you're used to it… But it doesn't have to be this way," Erik sighed. They walked through the hall to their next destination, his hands resting in his pockets. He knew that, as Ankhur's daughter and heir, Naeku had had little normal social interaction in her life. No one would act normally around her, as had been the case just now.

"For one," he continued, his tone calm, "if your family dropped that tradition of not showing your human face to the world, you'd suddenly seem a lot more approachable."

Naeku pouted a little, taking her eyes off the door behind them as she shrugged. She wasn't surprised he'd heard her. "Wouldn't be much of a tradition if you just dropped it on a whim…" she answered gruffly. "It's not like I think it's necessary or good, but… my family cares, so I do."

"Ankhur cares?" Erik asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at her curiously. "He's never seemed the type. Are you sure it's not just your grandparents and your father wanting to keep them happy? Sounds like there are more generations against than in favour of this particular tradition."

Naeku's pout deepened, and she didn't answer. Erik decided not to push it right now and instead continued to his second point.

"Second of all, repetition breeds familiarity," he smiled, taking his eyes off Naeku as he looked at the enticing bodies of his two servants leading the way in front. "If you or we just come here more often and simply start joining in while making sure not to actively upset the natural flow of the party, they'll eventually get used to our presence."

Naeku's pout slowly disappeared. "I-I think I'd like that…" she muttered softly.

Erik gave her a moment to get used to that idea before suddenly grinning playfully. "Anyway, I'm surprised you're interested in going back there. Considering what was going on there, who knows what I'd have you do for me in view of everyone…?"

Instantly, a deep, deep blush surged on her furry cheeks. "S-Shut up!" she whimpered, and lashed out with her clawed hand at the man next to her.

Unfortunately, Erik easily caught her hand and simply started holding it with a crooked smile. "I love you, too, Naenae…"

***

After going down a few stairs and through a hallway, Nora and Anne let them through another door. The moment they entered here, Erik grinned widely as Naeku groaned and rolled her eyes.

In front of them was a room that could only be described as a sex dungeon. Pillories, vibrating seats, crosses, and various other implements of both pleasure and sweet pain. "Girls…?" Erik immediately asked, his voice a mix between amusement and danger. "I remember giving you an inch, but have you been taking a mile…?"

Nora and Anne immediately flinched and turned around with wide eyes. Surprisingly, they also immediately dropped to their knees. "N-No, Master!" Nora immediately pleaded, shaking her head. "This room is only for punishments, training, and initiations! A-And only for women! They don't touch us, we only touch them with the devices, and we never touch men! T-That's what you allowed, right?!"

They looked at him with fear in their eyes—not fear of punishment, but fear of having disappointed him. Erik raised an imperious eyebrow as he looked down on them, arms crossed in front of his chest. He let the moment sit for a bit, enjoying the looks of absolute submission in their eyes, before he relaxed and smirked a little. "Yes, I did. You're good girls, just see that you remember it."

Both girls immediately sighed in relief, and Anne quickly spoke up with a bright smile. "We never forget our orders, Master!"

The moment quickly passed, but they stayed on their knees looking up at him, smiling softly. Erik looked at him with amusement again. "Are you staying down there now?"

"There are special rules in this room, Master," Nora answered, her voice a little huskier as her current position automatically started activating her sub-space. "Only the highest authority currently present inside may stand on their feet…"

At this point, she quickly glanced at Naeku, who was looking around with curious nervousness. "Everyone else should crawl and kneel, unless otherwise allowed by the authority."

Feeling addressed, Naeku blinked and looked back at Nora. At first, she scoffed, but then looked nervously at Erik. Seeing the interaction, Erik chuckled. "If anyone deserves to stand with me, then it would be my wives." At first, Naeku seemed relieved, but then Erik continued. "At least, for now…"

Now Naeku pouted a little. If he ordered her to kneel with them, she doubted her ability to resist him. Though she wasn't his slave and had her free will, obeying him just felt so damn good… Especially the reward that would come after.

"Anyway," Erik continued, looking around. "There are male subs, too, so what happens with them? I definitely don't want men as my fingers or apostles, but you don't train or punish them, either?"

"There's a male and female room, Master," Anne answered, grinning playfully. "This is the female room and our personal responsibility, while the male room is handled by two doms who we've personally trained and selected."

Erik nodded slowly. "Alright, fair enough…" He fell silent for a moment, thinking about what exactly he thought of all this. Eventually, he decided that nothing they said gave him any discomfort. Though he was very open-minded about the way other people might choose to love or be loved, he was very particular about what he wanted from his own lovers.

For one, he was fine with his servants pleasuring other women when he allowed it, but he was the only one who could pleasure them. As for other men… they could watch, from a distance. Though the rules about receiving pleasure from others were mainly for his servants. He was slightly more flexible when it came to his wives doing so to each other, though only with his approval and supervision.

Though some might think that this desire for control was born out of insecurity, Erik scoffed at that notion. To him, it was principle and the instincts of a dom that Elora had pushed on him… and that he now revelled in.

Eventually, he shook his head and focused back on Nora. "So, where is this initiate? The reason we came here?"