A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing-Chapter 594 - The slave and the warrior [1/3]**

Erik looked down at the most perverted among his wives and took immense pleasure in the sight. Kneeling on his bed, her lips were wide apart, and her soft tongue outstretched, with the tip of his cock perched on top.

She looked up at him and waited patiently, despite the lust burning in her eyes and heavy panting against his tip.

"You want my dick, little shadow…?" Erik asked rhetorically, a slight smirk on his lips.

Emily nodded enthusiastically without breaking eye contact. She shook her fleshy but firm ass, almost like a dog, while, ironically, her cat tail swayed in the air from excitement.

Truly, anyone who’d had the displeasure of being subject to Emily’s callous sadism and bloodthirst would have keeled over from shock and disbelief at this unfair world.

Erik was the only man in the world who could enjoy this side of her, and enjoy it he did. Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her closer to his body, causing his thick, pulsing cock to easily slide between Emily’s eager lips, and all the way into her throat.

Her gag reflex was long since gone, meaning even his large member had little problem sliding all the way inside until his goth wife’s nose was pressed deep into his pubes, never breaking eye contact along the way.

The pole in her throat immediately caused it to bulge and compete for space with the ever-present collar she wore, making Emily’s throat easily the thing he’d ever stuck his dick in.

Emily also wasted no time by using her puffy lips to create an air-tight seal around him and starting to lick and suck anything she could reach, immediately causing Erik to groan.

"Oooh," he released a deep breath as pleasure rocked up his spine. "That’s a good girl, Emily." His praise caused the corners of Emily’s lips to curl up and her eyes to squint happily.

They enjoyed this situation for a few seconds before Erik started caressing her dark hair. "But as good as this is, I know it’s not good enough for you, my perverted little shadow," he then grinned.

Emily’s eyes twinkled in anticipation, and Erik stretched out his hand. Instantly, a leash formed between him and the ring hanging from Emily’s collar. Pulling on the leash, he caused the collar to tighten even more.

This finally pulled some choked sputtering from Emily’s trained throat as her eyes widened in instinctual panic when her air supply was completely cut off.

But she didn’t actually move an inch and quickly squashed that panic. Within moments, she was back to licking and sucking. She still made some choked sputtering, but it went ignored by even herself. The only thing she felt was masochistic pleasure at the way Erik treated her throat.

As a third-rank Arcanist, it wasn’t even difficult for her to substitute aetherium for air. So even if her body protested, technically, she could remain like this for as long as she, or Erik, wished.

Erik continued caressing her hair as he looked sternly down at her, his eyes hiding a powerful focus. So much pleasure radiated from his crotch that even his stamina and willpower were challenged. He actually had to pay attention not to cum immediately, and still, he wasn’t done.

"Ready for the next step…?" he asked his wife, already knowing her answer.

"Always, Daddy!" her intentionally cutesy, joyful voice resounded through their bond, a tone that ill-fitted her current situation and sounded more like a challenge than an acknowledgement. "Punish my throat until you’re satisfied! And then punish my ass, please!"

Erik had to fight to stop a smirk from spreading on his lips and breaking his master persona. He wondered if Emily’s masochistic nature was just becoming worse with time… and if he minded.

Eventually, he managed to roll his eyes instead. "Fine, you minx. But you’d better prepare yourself!" Emily’s eyes twinkled. She had no idea what he was planning, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to do whatever he liked to her.

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Instantly, a sigil flashed on her collar, and Emily’s eyes widened again. This time, the panic that rose inside her was a little harder to suppress because Erik had just cut off Emily’s access to her aetherium storage… Now she’d become no more than a physically powerful human, who still needed air to live.

Truly, the collar she wore as a symbol of her willing submission was outfitted with many different functions that only Erik could access. It allowed him a great level of control over her body, to an extent that, by design, even Emily wasn’t fully aware of.

This way, it was more exciting for her.

Of course, there was a whole slew of safety precautions to ensure no one ever hijacked control over this collar, and Emily herself had about a dozen ways to take it off or deactivate it whenever she wanted. But that was not important right now.

No, Emily’s thoughts were entirely occupied by her dwindling air supply and the continued desire to pleasure the cock in her throat… which she did enthusiastically. Stay tuned for updates on novelbuddy

Normally, the sudden loss of aetherium access would have sent any Arcanist into a panic, but not Emily. Not when she was under the full thrall of her master. Right now, even in pain and running out of air, she’d never felt safer or more comfortable.

Her sputtering continued, and her face became redder by the second, but her body never moved, and her devoted gaze never wavered. Erik, for his part, refused to look away from her.

He knew this was a moment where Emily wanted to prove her utter submission to him, at least in the bedroom. To look away now, even when his amber eyes only showed stern expectation, would have been disrespectful to her efforts.

’More than that, though,’ Erik grinned in his mind. ’This is incredibly hot!’

Tears started to leak from Emily’s black and crimson eyes as drool dribbled from her chin. Erik continued holding her head by her hair and greatly enjoyed the look she gave him. At this point, at least half his focus was on making sure he didn’t cum prematurely. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer.

Suddenly, he felt another body press itself against his back and look down over his shoulder at the struggling Emily. "Damn…" Astrid muttered as her arms wrapped around Erik’s chest. "You definitely lucked out with this one, huh…"

Erik grinned, answering Astrid but continuing to focus on Emily. "Absolutely… taming her was a lot of fun, but enjoying the benefits is so much better."

Even in her delirious state, Emily heard every word and thought back to the time when she’d actively resisted Erik’s presence in the lives of her and Emma… and could only agree with her now-master.

More seconds passed, with Erik and Astrid looking down at the choking Emily, until Erik decided it was enough. He was on the edge but didn’t want to cum yet, and Emily was on the verge of fainting, so he finally pushed her off him.

His dick slid out of her moist throat and mouth with ease, and Emily fell back on the bed to engage in a coughing fit of immense proportions. At the same time, however, this gave Erik and Astrid a good view of her absolutely drenched and twitching pussy.

"Pervert…" Astrid smirked while they waited for Emily to finish coughing. Truthfully, Astrid and Emily, the main fighters of their family besides Erik, were quite close to each other. Even if they weren’t sister-wives, they would definitely consider each other friends.

That said, Astrid greatly enjoyed seeing Emily behave this way because it was such a departure from her usual behaviour.

When Emily was finally done coughing and had spilt an entire bucket of saliva onto the bed, she looked up at Erik with mischievous, wet eyes. She was panting heavily, but her next words caused Astrid’s eyes to widen and Erik to grin. "Is that… all...? I had… at least a few… more seconds in me… you know…?"