A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

After sharing that moment for a little longer, Erik suddenly grinned sadistically and stood up, giving a short tug on the leash as he did so, causing Emma to giggle and quickly stand up with him.

Erik actually wound the leash around his hand, which he held just above shoulder height, in such a way, that the leash was taut, and Emma had to stand on her toes, as the collar pulled her upwards.

Emma's face was filled with lust as she felt Erik controlling her movements, "M- Master," she lightly gasped, "please restrain my arms next, I still want to finish what I had planned…"

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A few moments later, Emma's arms had been restrained behind her back. The harness made her arms bend in a way that was a little uncomfortable, but not painful. That way, she was always reminded it was there, without causing harm.

With her upper body encased, and only her legs remaining free, Emma now stood in front of Erik, fully exposed, and with a loving smile on her face. At the same time, a leash hung slack from her neck, with the other end in Erik's hand.

Erik looked her over, and couldn't help but be amazed at the beauty, elegance, and confidence she exuded, even now.

"When you're done admiring my body, Master," Emma said, a little bashful, "please lie down on the bed. I- It's time for the next part of my plans for the evening."

Erik chuckled at Emma's strange combination of confidence and embarrassment. But he wouldn't listen to her so easily, a toll needed to be paid.

So, while wearing a grin filled with sadistic lust, Erik shortly yanked the leash, causing Emma to stumble forward with a yelped giggle.

Not saying anything, he pulled on the leash, until Emma was right in front of his face while standing on her toes, with a slightly strained, but also excited face.

"Kiss me," Erik ordered. And Emma quickly obeyed, leaning forward, she kissed Erik deeply, savoring his delicious fluids, while Erik enjoyed Emma's taste and her pretty lips against his.

Finally, they separated, with Emma's eyes slightly rolled up in pleasure.

Erik didn't wait for her to recover and went to lie down on the bed, which had been outfitted with many pillows, allowing him to remain semi-upright. He still held Emma's leash, but it was long enough that he could walk through half the room before it would pull Emma with him.

He lounged casually against the pillows. With his legs stretched out on the bed, and his arms wide, he looked like a conqueror, ready to receive his spoils. His cock was still hard as diamonds, raising up to greet the sky.

Before Emma could make her next move, however, Elora fluttered over from her previous position and nestled against Erik's side. "You don't mind if I watch from here, do you? I already asked Emma about it earlier," she asked, grinning playfully at Erik.

"If I ever mind having you next to me, I've been replaced by an impostor," he chuckled in response. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, he continued, "But wouldn't you rather merge with my body for this?"

After all, Elora would be able to experience the same pleasure Erik received when they were merged.

"I'd rather watch this with my own eyes," she grinned with amusement. Then she turned to Emma, who had been patiently waiting for them to finish. She raised a domineering eyebrow, "Well? I believe you are supposed to be pleasing your master now?"

"Yes!" Emma smiled softly. While she remained outwardly confident and excited, partly proven by the constant trickle down her legs, a sliver of anxiety had found its way back into her face, now that the big moment was coming closer and closer.

But she didn't let that stop her, and swayed towards the bed in a manner she hoped was sensual. Erik didn't really notice the way she walked, however. Instead, he simply reveled in the pleasurable feeling of domination he got, when watching Emma walk towards the bed on a leash, about to give her first time to him.

While Emma slowly crawled onto the bed, unable to use her hands for balance, Elora and Erik watched her, while the fairy spoke softly to him. "She got that harness from me, you know. Unlike the ropes you've been using so far, she won't be burning her way out of this one."

She grinned as Emma's face became a little redder, "She wanted it that way. 'It's my first time. It should be authentic,' she said." With every one of Elora's words, Emma became a little more flushed. "Do you think she's always been this kinky?" Elora asked as she turned to Erik.

"Isn't that what they say about the girls who grew up in luxury?" Erik chuckled, causing Emma, who was now kneeling on the bed, at his feet, to glare at him a little. Seeing her gaze, Erik raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to deny it?"

Remembering the situation she had put herself in, Emma quickly lost her glare and instead, pouted a little, "N- No, Master."

While the events from the last seven years certainly had a large influence on shaping the current Emma, it couldn't be denied that there had to have been an originally perverted core.

Of course, whether that had anything to do with growing up in luxury was debatable.

Erik chuckled, "Good girl." Then he quickly wound the leash around his hand until there was barely any slack left between him and Emma. "Now, I believe you had some plans in mind, Emma?" he asked, with a lustful grin.

Losing her pout, Emma's gaze slowly panned towards Erik's intimidating, 9-inch cock, causing her to gulp. But she quickly shook herself free and nodded towards Erik with confidence.

Her confidence surprised Erik a little. He figured she would get less confident as the moment of truth neared, but that didn't seem to affect her so much.

"Doesn't she seem a little too confident?" Erik asked Elora through their link. "If I didn't know any better I'd think this wasn't actually her first time."

Elora chuckled and answered, "It's a confidence born from a combination of absolute trust and the knowledge she will give it her all. She believes that, even if she screws something up, you will make her feel better, no matter what."

"Some would call it the confidence of naive idiots," she continued with a soft chuckle. "And perhaps they're right, but it is damn cute in this case." Erik knew the fairy didn't mean her words in a malicious sense, and he could only agree with the latter part, so he nodded with a chuckle.

'Besides, she's not wrong,' he thought to himself.

As always, their conversation lasted for a mere moment, which meant Emma was still in the process of readjusting. She slowly shuffled back a little, before she began to lean over until her face was in front of Erik's feet.

On the back of one of her restrained hands now flashed a sigil.

Erik noticed it and chuckled. It was the same sigil that Emily had used in their forest battle against Astrid's patrol. It was meant to enhance the bodies of lower-rank Arcanists in a fight, although clearly, Emma had found a far more interesting use for it.

Namely, giving her the physical strength she needed to pull this all off without any hands.