A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

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With Erik's acceptance, Emma began to beam brightly and handed him the harness in her hands.

Smiling at her, Erik took the harness and was about to get up, when Emma's small hand pressed against his chest. "W- Wait," she slightly stammered. Not out of nervousness this time, but because she could feel the sheer power hiding in that chest, which would allow Erik to do whatever he liked with her.

Yet, it was the fact that he didn't use that power to force himself on her, despite the many opportunities, that was partly responsible for making her trust him so much.

When she noticed Erik was waiting as she asked, and looking at her quizzically, she quickly gathered herself. Her face flushed a little and she explained, "We're still dressed. I'd like you to watch, and— and enjoy while I take off my clothes, and then… I'd like to take off yours for you."

'She really is going all out in this service fantasy, huh,' Erik thought to himself. Then, he grinned inwardly, 'Not that I mind.'

"As you wish, little Emma," he said, his voice now more commanding than before. "Undress for me, then."

His gaze, in combination with his command, made Emma tremble a little as her pretty lips curved into a small, yet eager smile. "Y- Yes, Master," she slightly stammered from excitement.

She took a step back and slowly began to shed the maid outfit she had been gifted by Elora.

After losing the frilly, black and white shoes, next came the multi-layered skirt, leaving her genitals covered by only a pair of white panties, and her legs by nothing but sheer, thigh-high stockings, connecting to the corset with garter straps.

As Erik continued to watch with a combination of appreciation and expectance, Emma took off the garter straps and the stockings. Despite what one might have expected, her hands didn't tremble in the slightest. She was ready for this, she wanted this, and she loved the way Erik looked at her.

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After her legs were fully uncovered, Emma moved on to the blouse and her elbow-length gloves. Now, she was wearing nothing but some white panties, a frilly collar with a small black bow, and a form-fitting, black and white corset, that left her tattoo uncovered but embraced her modest breasts and back.

It was quiet in the bedroom. The moment was charged with lust and sex, and both Erik and Elora's eyes were trained on the vision of submissive elegance that was Emma. As for the girl herself, nothing existed in her mind now, except the domineering, yet caring eyes of her husband-master.

She was almost lost in a trance, as she slowly moved to undo the straps of her corset, before that, too, disappeared into Emma's own storage earing.

The only things left covering her body now were the collar and panties. Lost in a trance as she was, Emma didn't even think about the fact her firm, young breasts were on display now.

While Erik felt the desire to compliment them, he also didn't want to break Emma's current state, so instead, he simply admired their firm way of defying gravity and the small, pink, rock-hard treasures on top.

They weren't the largest breasts, but Erik didn't care. To him, the best breasts were uncovered and still in their original, round shape. Size played very little part.

Still with her eyes locked onto Erik's, Emma moved on to her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs, until, they, too, disappeared into her storage jewelry.

She stood back up, and now only the collar was left, as even her beautiful, bare, clean-shaven pussy was on display. But even that, Emma didn't fully register, as she continued to look into Erik's deep, amber eyes, while her hands moved up to the collar.

But that was when Erik felt the need to speak up. "Stop," he said, with a grin. "Leave that on."

Suddenly pulled out of her trance, Emma trembled when she realized she was now fully naked and presenting her body to Erik. She gulped, as a tiny bit of panic slipped into her eyes, and she desperately fought the urge to cover up.

Seeing her struggle, Erik smiled, and stood up, before stepping right up against Emma and directly grasping her breasts. He looked straight into her eyes with his domineering care while he roughly groped her soft, yet firm tits.

"You are a vision of beauty, Emma," he began, in a soothing, yet commanding voice. "You don't mind if I feel you up a little first, right?"

All panic and unnecessary feelings drained from Emma's mind as she looked into Erik's eyes. All that was left was her desire to please him. Hearing his words, she could only shake her head, "No, of course not, Master… My body is yours."

"Good girl," Erik said with a lustful, yet confident grin. He continued to use his hands to reshape her breasts, while Emma trembled and lightly moaned. All the while, they kept looking into each other's eyes. Erik, to make sure Emma remained comfortable, and Emma, because she found herself unable to look anywhere else.

Soon, Erik grasped both of Emma's cute, pink nipples and pulled, ever so slightly. Emma gasped and trembled harder, her eyes went wide. Yet, she didn't break eye contact with Erik, nor ask him to stop. Her body was his, and he could enjoy it as he liked.

Seeing the absolute devotion in her eyes, Erik smiled warmly, losing some of his domineering attitude, and leaned in to give her a soft kiss. "You are perfect, Emma," he whispered.

A warm feeling spread all throughout the girl's body, as she smiled back at him, "Thank you, Master."

Then, while Erik's right hand remained to play with Emma's breast, his left slowly moved down, across Emma's soft, yet flat stomach, before reaching her folds.

Emma gasped again, as Erik fluttered across her unused, yet oh-so-very wet pussy, but still she said nothing.

Erik didn't insert anything. Instead, he simply petted her, while continuing to play with her breasts. Emma began to tremble harder, and moan louder. Her eyelids began to flutter as she felt herself nearing a certain edge that she had only reached a few times before.

Yet, just before she reached that edge, Erik stopped, let her go, and took a step back, before spreading his arms. "I believe it's time for you to undress me now?" he said, with a domineering eyebrow cocked, and a grin that said he knew exactly what he had just done.

Emma gasped, trembled, and closed her eyes, suppressing that building feeling inside her. She didn't feel annoyance or disappointment at Erik's actions. All she felt was more arousal at the complete control she felt he had over her.

She opened her eyes again, lust and devotion burning inside them, before taking a step closer to Erik. "Yes, Master," she said and moved to undress him.

Meanwhile, inside the black, gaseous dome, Emily was sprawled out on the floor, her eyes wide with panic. One hand was covering her mouth to keep the sounds in, while the other was covering the wet spot on her pants.

'What the fuck was that!' she screamed, inwardly.