A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Chapter 509 - Impatience

Slowly, he pulled on Emily's leash and caused the collar to tighten. "Tell me, Emily… What are you?"

The leashed girl gasped as panic appeared in her eyes. Her addled mind was a mess of lust mixed with a desire to please her Daddy. "E— Emily is… Daddy's…obedient…devoted…. goth-kitty…. slave….?"

Erik snorted. He wasn't happy with that answer, so he used her leash to pull her up a little, tightening the collar even more. "Gah—!" she gasped, while Erik narrowed his eyes. "Almost, Emily, but not quite. You missed something, so now you have one more chance to get it right. Don't, and you will not get to cum."

Emily panted, her breaths a little squeaky from the rapidly closing airways. Her panic increased. She wanted to get it right. She needed to cum, to please him.

She wracked her confused mind to find the answer, and tried again. "E— Emily is…Daddy's…. obedient…devoted…goth-kitty…slave-wife…?"

Erik's lips curled into a proud grin. Not because he truly felt that way, but because it fit the daddy-master persona he'd adopted for their play. Because, in the end, this was still play. Even Emily wasn't quite as addled as she appeared to be… even though it was definitely close.

"That's a good girl," he growled hungrily. "I have slaves—or servants, I suppose—but you are my only slave-wife. It's an important distinction for both of us, so don't you dare forget it again! Otherwise, you're spitting on our love."

Relief, pleasure, and joy, flooded Emily's mind. She rapidly nodded—or as well as she could, with Erik still pulling on her collar. "E— Emily will…remember…Daddy…so…can I…cum…please?"

"Hmm," Erik seemed thoughtful, as if unsure. "Well, I don't like how you just asked for it…"

Emily's breath hitched, and her eyes widened.

"But I guess you still deserve it," he finished with a teasing smirk. "Impale yourself, and you can cum."

Erik's pillar of flesh had been rock-hard for a while now. Truth be told, he wasn't that much less desperate for a release after all this teasing.

Emily began to pant louder, her lips curling up into a grin. Erik was still holding fast to her leash, so it was a little difficult, but she eventually managed to align herself properly… and impale herself. In one instant, Erik's entire cock hilted itself into the drowning hole that was her pussy, smashing against her cervix.

At the exact same time, her collar flashed—breaking the lock on her orgasms.

For one second, she sat there. Two seconds. Then, all hell broke loose.

Her brain short circuited. She spasmed, flailed and screamed as a massive orgasm wracked her body. "Aaaaaah…! Fuuuuuuck!" Instantly, Erik surged forward and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her against his chest.

Emily started moaning and muttering the same thing on repeat while she rode out her orgasm. "Daddy~! I love you~!

Her extremely tight lower folds spasms and writhed around Erik's cock, which caused him to groan as well. In fact, since he'd been on edge as well, his wife's spasming was enough to drive him over the edge, thus flooding her insides.

This only made things worse—or better—for Emily, however, as her movements became wilder, and her voice became louder.

Together, they rode out their orgasms until they were fully done, which took at least thirty seconds… fortunately, they weren't exactly mortals.

When it was over, Emily immediately fell asleep. Erik chuckled, picked her up, and took her to his bed. Behind him, the BDSM club disappeared, yet the sigils making this possible would stay… just in case.

After reaching his bed, he put her down, crawled in with her, and fell asleep with her in his arms.

* * *

The next morning, Emily was back to her old self… for the most part. Erik got the sense she'd become just a little more affectionate and submissive since last night—not that he minded.

Regardless, he made sure she was okay. After an intense night like that, he felt the need to ask if he went too far at all.

Fortunately, Emily was all smiles—or rather, grins—about the night they had. She even decided to keep being his kitty for a while longer. In fact, after getting out of bed, she put her gothic dress back on, but kept the strap harness under it, left the ears on her head, and even the buttplugged tail was still swaying from under her dress when she left the room.

With their bond no longer suppressed, Erik made sure to check her emotional state as well… and was surprised to find her love for him had increased significantly.

'I guess the night had a big impact on her,' he chuckled as he got out of bed himself. Then he smirked wryly. 'But I still forgot to test out my Elorium sharing method, despite actually having sex on this date.'

Yet, before he could do anything else, at a time when Emily had barely even left the room, the doors flew open, and another one of his wives stormed in: Astrid. Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

Her strawberry-blond hair fluttered behind her, and she wore the Viking-style armour Erik had created for her, as she did almost all the time. Fortunately, it was a light armour, so it didn't get in the way much.

"So, what are we doing?!" she grinned expectantly at him. Clearly, she'd realized she was next, and was far too impatient to wait for his call.

Erik chuckled and rolled his eyes. He was standing naked next to his bed, as he hadn't even had the chance to get dressed yet. "Were you waiting outside the door, Astrid?" he smirked amusingly.

"So what?" she pouted slightly and narrowed her eyes threateningly. "Do you have a problem with my enthusiasm?!"

Erik shook his head and snapped his fingers to pull some clothes out of his storage. "No, no," he shook his head, slowly approaching her with a charming grin. "I'm glad you're excited, but it needs to wait a little longer, alright?"

Reaching her, he kissed her pouty lips, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her against his body. "I asked Naeku to help me arrange something, but it won't be ready until later in the afternoon, alright? So be patient."

Astrid raised a sceptical eyebrow, even as she crossed her hands behind his neck and smirked playfully. "Alright, my dear Husband, I'll wait patiently…" she narrowed her eyes before continuing, "…but it better be good!"

Erik pursed his lips teasingly and looked at her. "Why Astrid, is that jealousy? Are you afraid I won't put as much effort in yours?"

Suddenly, Astrid became a little nervous, and punched his chest. "S— Shut up, no I'm not! I'm just… excited."

She quickly left his arms and turned around, "A— Anyway, I guess I'll wait for your call!"

Erik looked at her go with a sigh. Despite her usual confidence, he knew there was still a spark of insecurity insider her, because of their past with Edda. 'Well, perhaps today will help,' he thought to himself, before leaving to make sure everything was ready for his date with Astrid.