A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

About an hour later, Erik had been hoisted up and chained against a wall by his wrists as a sweating Emily stood next to him with two of her minions.

They were located in a stone basement without windows and several wooden wine racks shoved against the side walls. Clearly, this place had once been a wine cellar but now had nothing left to be called as such.

Emily complained out loud, "Sheesh, you're sure making me work for it, little bug! You'll need to show me how to get that armour off you later!"

She dismissed her two minions with a wave of her hand and then grinned at the still-unconscious Erik, "The work will be worth it, though. You look positively delicious! I don't think I've ever enslaved a second-ranker like myself!"

She gathered a dark power in her right hand before coalescing it into a magic circle and moving it towards Erik's forehead.

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as her hand touched her latest victim, and she felt the mental connection being formed.

The process would take some time, but before she could truly get started, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, she felt like a third mind had entered the equation.

A playful giggle echoed in her mind, followed by the words, "Thank you for opening your mind to me! I'll enjoy riding in your body for a while!"

As Emilia's face contorted in fear, wanting to scream but being unable to, she felt her mind become engulfed in darkness. Her last thoughts wondered if this was how her victims felt.

But despite her evacuated mind, her body remained upright. She waved her hands, causing something akin to a floating puddle to appear in the air, which Elora used as a mirror to inspect her new prize.

Emily had long, straight black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like an obsidian waterfall, framing her pretty face. Her pale skin was adorned with inked patterns covering her arms and peaking beneath the edges of her clothes.

Yet it was her eyes that demanded the most attention; they carried a fierce shade of red that seemed to pierce through anything they laid their sight on.

She stood at medium height, barely reaching Erik's shoulders, and her worn, slightly torn clothes resembled a goth rocker ensemble, complete with a patched leather jacket and spiked collar.

Clearly, this girl embraced the rebel lifestyle. Unfortunately for her, she was now little more than a puppet to Elora, at least for the moment.

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She dropped Emily's clothes and continued the inspection, roaming across the young woman's body with her hands, inspecting every nook and cranny, making sure to grab a handful of the firm, D-cup breasts that hung from her chest.

She grinned gleefully, "Yeah, this will do fine. She even has a darkness affinity! How rare and delightful. These tattoos are weird, though. They don't even serve a magical purpose. I might remove them later."

She looked over at Erik and sighed, "You really have bad luck with portals, my love. Luckily, your soul protected me during the teleportation, allowing me to save you in turn."

Her full lips curled into a playful smirk, "I'll need to check this girl's memory to figure out where exactly we are, but in the meantime, you look awfully enticing like this. Perhaps I should have a little fun with this body?"

While Erik had forbidden her from using her puppets to have vaginal sex with him without their freely given consent, something she had reluctantly agreed to, there were plenty of other fun things she could do.

She moved closer to Erik, and with a swipe of her hand, she removed his armour. It wasn't so hard to take off; you just needed the right authority—something only Erik and Elora had.

Well, that, or overwhelming power, of course.

She looked at Erik's powerful, naked body as she felt herself heating up while her gaze was slowly travelling downwards until it reached the still flaccid but already six-inch long penis, causing Elora to heat up even more, as she couldn't help but become horny.

Although they had danced around it for a little while, It hadn't actually taken long after they met before Erik and Elora having sex. A lot.

This naturally led to a lot of experimenting, where they discovered each other's likes and dislikes.

She looked at the chained-up Erik and giggled mischievously; while this scenario was far from what they both enjoyed the most, that didn't mean she couldn't play around a little. Especially when she thought about what it might lead to.

Elora had no objection to using Emily's body for this. After all, she didn't generally care about anyone except her family in the first place, not to mention that Emily had just tried to enslave her love.

Plus, using another's body like this actually added another layer of pleasure for her. After all, her original body was still merged with Erik's, and she could share his senses.

She was now almost done healing the damage to Erik's soul, which meant he should be waking up soon, and Elora knew just how to wake him up. Sensually, she strolled over to her love and protector.

When she stood next to him, she stroked his chest, sucked on his neck a little and started slowly pumping her hand up and down his large shaft until it stood at full mast, now having grown to a size of over nine inches.

She looked at it with lust and sank to her knees before she started licking Erik from base to tip. She kept looking at his still unconscious face, waiting for him to wake up.

When it took too long, she decided to test this body's gag reflex but quickly noticed that Emily had likely never done this before.

Something which seemed reasonable, considering who she was, but Elora was surprised that Emily hadn't even used her slaves as living dildos since a quick check told her Emily was a virgin, too.

It was then that Erik woke up to the pleasurable feeling of a wet mouth around his dick. Without opening his eyes, he said, "Couldn't wait this morning, huh, Elora?"

But when he felt his chained-up hands, he frowned and opened his eyes as the events leading up to his unconsciousness returned to him, making him realise he wasn't actually in bed together with Elora.

When Erik saw a strange woman slobbering over his dick, he was confused for a moment, but when he noticed his connection to the woman, he quickly realised what was happening.

Observing the actions of his wife and partner, Erik understood she had already taken the necessary steps to secure their safety.

So he got his legs under him and leaned back against the wall he was chained against, intent on enjoying the wet mouth and smooth tongue sending tingles along his spine.

He didn't particularly enjoy being chained up, but he didn't mind letting Elora have her fun, especially because they both knew why she was really doing this.

He grinned playfully, "I don't know where we are, Elora, but I see you've taken the liberty of playing with my captor. You do remember we already tried a play like this and decided neither of us particularly enjoyed it, right?"

Releasing Erik from her mouth, Elora looked up and curled her lips mischievously, "Yeah, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to test this body out a little." When she was done, she quickly swallowed him again, attempting to train Emily's throat.

However, Erik was quick to remind her why she was actually doing this as he groaned a little from her attentions, "Don't lie, my wicked little ember. I know what you want. I might even give it to you."

Elora smiled seductively as she stood up and took Ivar's cock in her hand again as she slowly pumped, "Oh? I don't think you are in any position to give me anything right now. Perhaps I just enjoy watching you squirm a little?"

Although Erik was getting closer, he was still far from done, or from squirming, for that matter, so while he groaned a little from the soft hand around his shaft, he had no problem continuing the conversation.

He grinned confidently, "Don't make me laugh. You had your chance to turn me into a weak little plaything, but you went the other way instead. Now it's too late, and you're stuck with me!"

Elora laughed softly as she whispered in his ear, "A girl can change her mind, can't she?"

With those words, Elora moved her left leg across Erik's dick, moved her arms around his body in a hug, and gripped his cock with her thighs as her, or rather Emily's, wet pussy rubbed against the meaty pole.

Suddenly, Erik had a much harder time remaining silent as he groaned from the feeling of a wet pussy and thick thighs gripping him. Yet, this time, he was joined by Elora's moaning as she felt a combination of the stimulations to Emily's pussy and Erik's dick.