A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Back outside the dome, Emma was slowly pushing up Erik's shirt while caressing his abs and chest. When she got to his head, it became a little difficult because of their height difference, but in the end, she managed by standing on her toes.

When the shirt was gone from Erik's body, it dissolved into a cloud of sparkles, as Erik's current clothes had been conjured by Elora.

Naturally, that meant the fairy could simply snap her fingers and Erik would be naked, but that wasn't the point of this. At least, not for Emma.

After his shirt, Emma moved on to his pants. She crouched down, putting her face right in front of Erik's massive, semi-hard bulge.

All the excitement so far had already put Erik halfway in the mood.

She gulped and didn't take her eyes off it, even as she pulled down the pants and quickly discovered Erik wasn't wearing anything underneath it when his member smacked her lightly in the face.

The shock of it made her pause, causing Erik's trousers to remain around his knees.

Emma trembled a little, with wide open eyes, as the musky, yet delicious and slightly addicting, smell, created by Elora, wafted from his large cock and heavy set of balls.

Erik looked down at his proud member covering the entirety of Emma's face, which, combined with the look of shock and awe on her face, caused Erik to grin, and his cock to become fully erect, causing even more of his scent to spread around Emma.

As Emma breathed it in, she got even more excited than she already was. Her pussy began to drool, and she licked her lips as the instinctive urge to taste Erik jumped into her mind.

Erik looked at it with curiosity, not about to stop her, and instead, wondered if she would be able to stop herself.

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Soon, the answer came, when Emma planted a quick kiss on the mushroom tip, causing a shiver to go through both her and Erik before she turned back to the task she had set for herself.

Erik smiled a little proudly at Emma's willpower. Although, he wasn't too surprised. Her willpower was part of the reason he was attracted to her.

He wanted his wives to be strong, and willing to follow their heart's desire. Thus, there were few things Erik found more attractive in a woman than willpower.

The fact that Emma had such a strong desire to serve him had nothing to do with that. Many people are quick to assign the lack of several attributes to a servile person, like willpower, confidence, or assertiveness.

But Erik disagreed with that. Yes, a lack of those attributes was often fitting, but in such a case, Erik would wonder whether they actually preferred to serve, or simply didn't want to work on themselves.

But with Emma, he was sure about her preference. She didn't lack willpower, or confidence, or assertiveness. If anything, her actions here tonight proved that.

Even her proclamation back at the ridge where they found Astrid came from a place of pragmatism, combined with some lingering depression.

When Erik shook himself free of his thoughts and refocused on Emma's actions, he noticed his pants had already disappeared into a cloud of sparkles as well. Having finished her task, Emma stood up again and looked up at Erik, her eyes filled with a misty lust.

They were now both naked, while Erik was at full mast, and Emma was slowly creating a puddle below her.

Yet, they were not ready yet.

Emma quickly shook herself from Erik's domineering gaze, and bent down to the bed to once again grab the harness, and presented it to Erik. "Would you… restrain me, again?" she asked, her voice a little hazy, as lust, devotion, and excitement began to drown out any and all other thoughts and feelings.

Erik smiled and took the harness. "Turn around, lift up your arms," he ordered in a commanding voice, and Emma almost instinctively obeyed.

Looking at Emma's soft, and flawless back, he softly stroked it for a moment, before taking a good look at the harness.

It was constructed from a combination of various straps and bars, and there seemed to be a collar worked into it as well.

Erik looked at it with interest and curiosity, somewhat intentionally making Emma wait with her arms raised into the air, wondering what Erik was doing behind her.

Finally, he opened the collar and the straps, before beginning to attach it to Emma's body.

Emma trembled every time Erik brushed passed her skin or pulled on a strap. Not a word was spoken in this time, they both simply experienced each other's presence, and the building arousal between them.

After a few minutes, Emma's upper body was encased in a harness that didn't actually restrain, so much as it complimented Emma's elegant, soft, and supple body. At least, not yet.

When all the other straps were done, Erik gently moved Emma's silky white hair, caressed the girl's neck and throat, and then snapped close the attached metal collar, causing Emma to shiver with arousal, despite a memory of her time in London that flashed by.

A memory that she quickly suppressed and ignored. 'I won't have this moment ruined by the past!' she thought to herself.

Before yesterday, she might not have picked a harness with an attached collar, but the Heartfire sigil, combined with her marriage and bond with Erik, had done wonders for her trauma from that time.

Erik leaned close to Emma's ear from behind, while he snaked his arms around her and cupped her breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. "Time to restrain your arms, Emma," he began softly, before transitioning to a more authoritarian tone. "Put them behind your back," he ordered.

But rather than follow his order, Emma gulped and remained standing, with her arms above her head, and Erik's hands on her breasts. "B- Before I do that, Master," she stammered a little from sheer arousal, "There's one more thing I wanted to do with my hands."

"Oh?" Erik questioned with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "And what might that be?" he asked while releasing Emma's breasts and taking a step back.

Emma turned around, her face was now a mess of shivering lust and wet eyes. She looked up at Erik with a confident smile, before she sank to her knees.

She held up her hands, the storage jewel on her ear flashed, and suddenly, a leash appeared on her hands. She blushed a little harder when she saw the surprise on Erik's face. "I want you to attach this to my collar," she said with a surprising amount of confidence.