A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing-Chapter 632 - - Is this what you wanted?!***

Erik blinked once. Twice. Slowly, a smirk formed on his lips, and his hand tightened a little around Elora's throat. Except, this time, it was actually him doing it rather than Elora herself.

"Tell me honestly, Elora," he began, narrowing eyes, even as Elora continued slowly bouncing on his cock. "Are you being serious, or are you just trying to satisfy your kink for wild sex…?"

"Can't it… be both…?" she squeeked, barely louder than a whisper due to her narrow airway. Yet, despite the obvious difficulty with breathing, her hips never stopped, and the grin on her lips only ever got wider. She only ever showed this side of herself to Erik, but truthfully, Elora was a massive pervert underneath her cold exterior.

Erik's smirk faded, and a serious frown appeared on his brow. "Is that really what you want…? You are my Empress… My first wife, and most beloved. The others know these things already, even if they don't like to think about it. Getting special treatment isn't so strange."

"Besides," he continued, tilting his head, but still not moving his hand, for the simple reason that Elora clearly didn't want him to. "You deserve it, Elora. Without you, I wouldn't be here today, for so many, many reasons. You are my wings. You lift us both into the sky, while I just occasionally swing my hammer at stuff."

Anger flashed through Elora's eyes for a moment. "Don't you dare… underestimate yourself… you idiot…!" she snarled, still not stopping her movements. "We've both worked hard… to get here…!"

Before Erik could respond, her gaze softened, and she continued. "Anyway… I'm not giving up… on any of those things…"

Her grin returned. "I'm still… your shadow…. your right-hand woman… your empress… your first wife… and your most beloved. And I'm damn well… going to remain all those things…!"

She coughed slightly, but still didn't remove her hands from Erik's, keeping it there around her neck.

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"But that's out there," she continued in a strained, yet mischievous voice. "When it comes to sex and individual time spent with me… it should be all up to you… The master of the harem… Because if it's not… If any of us start demanding more of your time… Then tensions will rise… Jealousy will fester… and you can't allow that!"

Slowly, she ground her hips into Erik's crotch with his cock buried deep inside her. Her pussy was soft and tight, but mostly still right now. Elora wasn't focusing on giving them both pleasure right now. Since they were both used to much more, the mild sensations didn't distract them from the conversation.

Erik looked at her with a solemn expression. Truthfully, he'd never thought of it like this. In fact, it hadn't really been a problem before, because they'd gone through some extraordinarily busy times lately… but he knew they'd entered a short, but likely more relaxed period of time right now.

If they all had more free time, would his loved ones really start demanding more of it? Did he have the heart to turn them away or perhaps even punish them for daring to ask? Was it necessary?

He looked into Elora's emerald eyes. They were twinkling with playful lust, but he could also see and feel that she was serious about this.

'Can I not find a way to run an effective harem without the harsh methods Elora learned from her mother?' he thought to himself. 'Morganae only loves one of her harem members, but I love all my wives as they do me, will that make a difference…?'

Elora had noticed he was in thought, but it wasn't long before she grew impatient. "So…?" she growled, and finally started working her pelvic muscles to make her folds wriggle around Erik's member. "I've demanded more of your time… I've admitted I'm jealous… are you going to punish me…?"

Pleasure assaulted Erik's brain as his focus wavered. After years together, Elora's pussy still felt the best… especially when she was trying. He groaned, but still kept his thoughts on track. "I'll think about your words, Elora… That's all I can promise for now."

Elora pouted, but before she could say anything, Erik finally moved himself. In one swift motion, he turned Elora around with his cock still inside her so that her back was facing him. Then, he tightened the grip on her throat to truly cut off all air and roughly pulled her back against his chest.

Elora's eyes widened, and a guttural moan eeked out past her lips. "But that doesn't mean I can't fuck you the way you clearly want to right now," Erik growled in her ear, a wide grin on his lips.

Elora's lips flapped up and down like a fish out of water, but no sound came out. Even though she didn't actually need air when she had access to aetherium, having it entirely cut off still activated panic centres in her brain that released endorphines and adrenaline. Her grin made a triumphant return, and she happily gave her body over to Erik's desires.

The latter didn't waste any time. With Elora placed against his chest, he finally started moving his own hips. Rapidly. Since they were both as ready as they would ever get, he went hard right from the start. Without mercy, he slammed his large cock into his beloved pervert's cunt, bulging her soft stomach and hitting her womb.

Instantly, a mixture of pain and pleasure exploded in Elora's brain, which mixed with the slight high from a lack of air that she loved so much. The mental pleasure of being dominated by her emperor, and the carnal physical pleasure, melded to truly shake her.

Her brain shut down for a moment, but Erik gave her no time to rest. Like a piston, he started pumping rapidly. The water that engulfed them proved no obstacle for his third-rank power. All it did was obscure the sounds of her soppy pussy being devastated.

Erik grunted in pleasure, but few sounds escaped Elora's lips, as the air was still cut off. Yet, her hazy eyes and happy smile were enough to indicate her feelings on the situation.

Meanwhile, Erik's other hand drifted to Elora's breasts. They were truly too large for her small form, but that only made them more enticing to him. He roughly grabbed one of the soft yet perky bags of fun. Without restraint, he treated her breast like a toy he owned, which he knew was exactly what she wanted.

"Is this what you wanted, you little fairy slut…?" he growled in her ear without stopping his hips. "You dared ask for more of my time?! You think you have the right to feel jealous?! Let me teach you what it means to be just another toy in my harem!"

They both knew he didn't mean a word of what he said, but it was certainly doing it for the fairy in his hands. "Y— Yes… T— Teach me…!" she squeeked, joy and pleasure written across her face.