A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Emma's throat barely proved an obstacle. Erik felt himself slide in smoothly and groaned a little. He felt her muscles spasm around him and watched the bulge in her throat expand. The maid choker still around her neck was pushed to its limits as his full nine inches disappeared into his lovely second wife and maid.

As for Emma, the cock inside her throat finally annihilated any remaining thoughts that didn't include pleasing the shaft inside her. She moved her tongue as much as she could, contracted her throat, and moaned to provide some vibrations.

She felt like she was floating in a white void, where the only two things that existed were the tingling pleasure flowing through her body and the object lodged in her throat.

Meanwhile, Erik felt amazing. "That's good, little Glimmer," he growled through their link. "Keep doing that."

He knew that, currently, his pre-cum and pheromones were playing havoc on the girl's mind, and she barely heard him, but he still felt the need to praise her.

Over the last few days, she slowly managed to ween herself of the usage of that sigil to take him into her throat and now managed to do so all on her own.

'I've never seen anyone learn to take me in that fast,' Erik grinned and thought to himself as pleasure kept shooting up his spine.

Across from them, Astrid finally realized something was happening and opened her eyes wide while sitting up. When she noticed Erik and Emma's activities, she jumped off the sofa. "Y—You! What are you doing?!" she yelled with a voice full of shock and, to the careful observer, some curiosity.

Emma didn't react to her outburst, as the outside world had already completely disappeared, and only one thing still existed for her.

Erik grinned teasingly at the vampire woman. "What does it look like? We're relaxing a little."

"D— Do you have to do that with me here?!" she yelled, with rosy cheeks. "A-And what do you mean, relaxing?! You're choking her!"

While Emma's mind was lost in a haze, her body was still moaning and gurgling around Erik's cock with her arms firmly locked behind her back. Naturally, she needed air eventually, but Erik knew when to let her up.

"Well, you're not looking away, are you?" Erik continued to grin while looking at Astrid's rosy face, which kept staring at Erik and Emma's debauchery. "Besides, you know perfectly well Emma enjoys herself like this, don't you?" he said while knowingly wiggling his eyebrows.

Immediately, Astrid tore her eyes away from where Emma and Erik connected to jump back a little in fright. "Dammit! So you did know about that!" she yelped out as she felt the need to punch something.

Luckily, she chose her own palm as she angrily yelled, "Elora lied to me!"

Meanwhile, Erik pulled Emma up by her ponytail, causing her to gasp for breath as drool leaked from her mouth.

"D— Don't, M— Master. M— More!" came Emma's hurried and barely coherent message. "I w— want your delicious milk!"

Erik smiled at her desire for him and said, "You need air, little Glimmer. Take a second to breath."

She instinctively followed his command and began breathing a little more steadily until Erik pushed her down again.

As he felt his cock embraced by her warm, wet, and tight throat once again, he turned his attention back to Astrid.

"She didn't lie to you," he chuckled as pleasure flowed through him. "She told you she didn't tell me about giving you the stone, and at the time, that was true. She just told me straight after giving it to you."

Astrid immediately wanted to unleash a volley of curse words at Elora but managed to hold herself back. Based on what she knew about Erik, he wouldn't react well to that, especially after what had just happened to the fairy.

So, instead, she just mumbled, "I hate it when they're technically correct."

Despite all her complaints, however, she kept looking at the pair in front of her with morbid curiosity.

"You're still looking, Astrid," Erik smiled knowingly. "Why don't you sit next to me for a better view? You must have thought about watching the live show once or twice while you spied on us, right?"

Astrid gulped when she heard his proposal. He wasn't wrong, after all.

"I— I—" she stammered but suddenly shook her head and seemed to recover. She steeled herself. Astrid was inherently confident and self-assured, even if she had trouble dealing with certain emotions.

Thus, she quickly came to the decision to steer into the skid.

'Since he already knows everything, what does it matter anymore?' She couldn't help but think to herself. 'Plus, it… it is kind of exciting.'

So she nodded, full of bravado, clearly not about to be cowed. "Alright, then I will!" she said and moved forward. She carefully stepped around Emma and took her seat next to Erik.

Now, with a different angle, she was able to see Emma's face, distorted with pleasure as it was, yet with her eyes constantly locked onto Erik's face.

She gulped again. "She… seems to be enjoying herself," she said hesitantly.

This entire situation was very weird for her, yet she couldn't help but enjoy herself as well, although she wasn't entirely sure why.

She was sure she wouldn't enjoy being treated like Emma, so maybe it was simply the act of watching in the first place.

Or perhaps it was something far more basic. Perhaps, with all the feelings from past and present beginning to mingle, she now simply enjoyed anything that brought her closer to Erik in some way.

Whatever it was, she kept watching as Erik focused back on Emma.

He pulled her up again and said, this time out loud so that Astrid could hear, "Take some deep breaths, Emma. This time, you're allowed to touch yourself, but I won't let you get back up for air until we both cum, understood? You're also not allowed to cum before me."

As his orders sank into her hazy mind, Emma's hands practically flew to her drooling cunt, beginning to furiously pleasure herself while nodding eagerly to her husband-master with a wide, perverted smile.

So Erik chuckled and pushed her down again as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"So, uhm," he suddenly heard a hesitant yet curious voice next to him. "I guess she's a masochist, right…?"

Erik groaned from Emma's ministrations as she kept pushing him closer and closer to the edge but managed to answer Astrid anyway.

"S— Sort of," he chuckled, amused by Astrid's curiosity. "She enjoys serving, obeying, and giving up control to me. But she doesn't enjoy pain or humiliation. Although she doesn't mind them either, so long as they're in service to the first three points and in small doses."

"I see…" Astrid mumbled. "So… do you enjoy it when a woman is… like that?"

Erik naturally realized why she asked that question and quickly decided to put her mind at ease.

"I do enjoy it, but it's far from the only thing I enjoy," he explained, even as his hips slightly trembled due to Emma trying her hardest to squeeze him for all he was worth, with her tongue and throat massaging him with desperate urgency.

"There are a few things I really don't enjoy," he continued with a groan. "But for the most part, I enjoy most things so long as my partner enjoys them as well. An unwilling or unhappy partner is the biggest turn-off for me."

It was then that Erik couldn't hold himself back anymore. He sat up, pressed Emma as far down as she would go, and then exploded inside her, practically pumping his cum straight into her stomach.

At the same time, Emma started shaking and moaning wildly as her fingers down at her snatch never stopped moving, clear liquid exploded from her pussy, and her eyes rolled up into her head.

They both came at the same time, as ecstasy and pleasure exploded in their minds.