A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Chapter 508 - Date: Emily [3/3]**

Emily trembled wildly. She felt the pull of her master's leash on the collar, and quickly started to crawl forward, her mind reeling, her mouth panting. Behind her, the new tail she acquired was slowly swaying as she got used to it.

They slowly moved forward as Erik pulled her along, but with every step, the scene slightly changed. When Emily accidentally stumbled in here once, she'd only gotten a single glance before running out again. Because of that, Elora had to fill in a lot of missing details.

The various sofas that surrounded the stage slowly began to be filled with people, all of whom were sitting with one or multiple partners of their own. They were obviously illusory, and all enjoying their own BDSM play, thus barely paying any attention to the two of them. Yet, their presence still increased Emily's humiliation… and pleasure.

She looked ahead at Erik's back, and was filled with masochistic bliss at being treated like this… but only because it was him. Trust was very important in these matters.

Finally, Erik took a seat one a first-row sofa, and pulled Emily between his legs. She quickly followed, and soon kneeled in front of his crotch, hands on the floor. She looked up at him, desire filling her eyes, panting from lust, waiting for his next order.

Erik leaned forward slightly, and curiously touched the kitty ears. Instantly, Emily flinched a little… she hadn't realized those were connected to her as well.

"How do they feel?" Erik asked, curiously, before temporarily losing his master persona. "Tell me if they're uncomfortable, alright?"

But Emily quickly shook her head, a light grin appearing on her lips. "I like them, Master. They don't feel bad, and… I enjoy being your kitty."

Erik chuckled, and continued to caress the small, furry ears, slowly pulling a little to test them. "I figured you would. They're yours to keep, of course. These ears are essentially a part of you now, unless you take them off yourself."

He raised an eyebrow ad smirked, "You know, in case you want to wear them for a longer period, and be my kitty on the outside as well"

Emily began to grin, slowly starting to enjoy the way he caressed her ears. "You know me so well, Daddy… Thank you for the gift."

Erik nodded, and leaned back against the sofa. "You're welcome, my little shadow." Then, the master persona returned, and he looked at her harshly again. "Now, hands behind your back. You'll undo my pants with your teeth, and service me while I enjoy the show."

Excitement twinkling in her eyes, Emily rapidly nodded, and followed his orders. Soon, she was carefully licking his large cock, quickly bringing it to full mast. Meanwhile, Erik looked over at the stage, where soon, Elora-designed, BDSM-oriented performances began to play.

There where singers in bondage, kinky theatre, people showcasing how well they'd trained their partner, contortionists, and many others. Some centred around male domination, others about female domination, but Erik watched it all with interest.

Meanwhile, Emily was filling her mouth with a large meat staff, easily deepthroating his full length. Her eyes ever left Erik's face, but he barely paid her any attention… but that only made her work harder, as her mind slowly became exponentially more submissive, and desperate for his approval.

He sat there with his arms wide, enjoying the show, Emily's tongue on his dick, and the slurping, choking sounds she made, until he finally started approached his release.

He had no intention of stopping it, so he finally turned to look at Emily. The goth-kitty's eyes widened when he paid her some attention again, and she immediately sped up even more.

Erik extended his hand, and caressed her cheek with a domineering grin. "You've been a good girl, Emily. Are you ready for your reward?"

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She nodded and nuzzled against his hand, a little more pathetically than she probably intended, and hilted the entire thing in her throat, her body trembling, on the verge of her own orgasm.

"Oh, by the way," Erik smirked just before he gave her what she wanted. "You're not allowed to cum until the end of the evening."

Immediately afterwards, Emily's collar flashed, and he stopped holding back, exploding in her throat.

Emily scream-moaned in a mixture of joy and disappointment. Her approaching orgasm was stopped at the edge, but she barely cared. The joy she felt at the pride and pleasure in Erik's eyes surprised even herself, and far outweighed the disappointment of a missed orgasm.

His reward pumped straight into her stomach and her eyes rolled up in her head as his Elora-enhanced cum brought her lust to another level. She swallowed dutifully until it was all gone, at which point she slowly withdrew, making sure she got every last drop along the way.

Afterwards, Erik pulled her onto the sofa, and then cuddled for a while, enjoying the shows together. Eventually, however, Erik got in the mood to play with her again.

Now, her legs were spread-eagled on Erik's lap, exposing her shaved pussy. Her upper body extend forward, off the couch, and held up by her arms on the floor. Two vibrating clamps were stuck to the pink buds on her gravity-defying breasts, bringing the combination of pain and pleasure she loved so much.

Meanwhile, Erik was using several tools to entertain himself with her lower body. He pulled on her tail, used a riding crop on her ass, stuck dildos in her pussy—all to bring her to that horrible edge and keep her there.

Emily had long since become an absentminded mess. Her entire body trembled and shood as she could only think about one thing: the desire to cum.

Well, that, and one other thing.

Currently fingering her as he played with her tail, Erik smirked and looked up at the back of her head. "You know, it's the collar that's suppressing your orgasm, and it's never locked… all you need to do is remove it."

Instantly, Emily shook her head wildly. "N— Nooo," she moaned desperately. "E— Emily is… a good kitty-slave… D— Daddy won't b— break me! E— Emily is aah good girl! D— Daddy will be proud of me! D— Daddy will let me cum?!"

Her mind was a jumble that couldn't think straight, but two things were still clear as day: her desire to cum, and the far stronger desire to keep her collar on. As soon as she removed it, their relationship would revert to a regular husband and wife forever, and that thought scared her… because it would mean the end of nights like this.

This continued for a while longer, with Erik ordering her to chance position a few times, until finally, Emily was hugging his upper body with both arms and legs. Her body trembled, and her eyes were wet.

"P— Please…" she whispered desperately.

Erik caressed her hair and grinned, enjoying her complete surrender to him. Even if he loved her no less than the others, he couldn't help but want to bully her a little longer. For some reason, Emily always awakened his worse, dominant impulses.

Still, he knew when it was time to call it quits.