A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

About ten minutes later, a third person entered the room.

"Master!" Emily's beautiful, yet strangely dark voice chirped happily into the room. "You wanted me for something?"

But before she could say anything else, she noticed the other people in the room. In the corner was Anne, sitting on a sofa, her face entirely red, but her eyes focused on Erik. She was behind Emma, so she had a clear view of Erik's nakedness.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

That made Emily pan her gaze towards her husband, who was sitting naked on the bed, his eyes sparkling, and his lips curled into a slight smirk. He wasn't looking at Emily, however, he was focused on something in front of him.

Thus, Emily's gaze panned further, and now noticed her younger sister in quite the predicament. Emma was suspended in the air. Ropes were tightly coiled around her body and attached to two iron loops on the ceiling; iron loops about which Emily suddenly wondered if they'd always been there.

Emma's white and green eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked at her husband admiring her. Though her mouth was filled with a gag, the corners were clearly curled up in a smile. Long white hair was tied up together with her arms, and firmly secured behind her back.

Her legs were suspended and tied to one of the iron rings, like the rest of her body, and a clear liquid dropped down regularly from between her spread thighs.

But Emily took less than a second to come to terms with this situation. Instantly, her lips split into a wide grin, "Is it Daddy time?"

At the same time, her clothes disappeared into the storage space of her collar, which was the only thing left on her body. Her soft body, pale skin, wide hips, and D-cup breasts formed into a beautiful hourglass figure, which was immediately put on display.

She eagerly took a step in Erik's direction, but he quickly held up his hand without taking his eyes of Emma, "Stop!" Instinctively, Emily stopped in her tracks, despite the pout on her lips.

Then, Erik snapped his fingers, and surprisingly, a red energy chain was formed between the metal loop on Emily's collar, and his hand. Suddenly, Emily was leashed, and the raven-haired masochist's pout turned into an excited grin again. Between her legs, her pussy already started leaking.

Continuing his domineering act, Erik kept his eyes locked on Emma while he used the hand with Emily's leash to point down at the ground without another word.

Emily's grin grew. Slowly, she sank to the floor, until she was on her hands and knees. Then, Erik softly pulled on the leash, and Emily eagerly began crawling in his direction. Her eyes were already becoming crazed with lust, and she even started panting a little.

Meanwhile, Emma and Anne looked at this display with very different expressions, one with excitement, and the other with embarrassed confusion.

With every inch Emily crawled closer to him, her excitement, and the room's tension, grew exponentially. Her eyes remained locked on Erik the entire way.

When she reached him, she kneeled between his wide legs, folded her arms behind her back, and looked up at him with love, expectation, and excitement, "Is it time for my reward, Daddy?"

Erik didn't respond right away. Instead, he kept looking at Emma with love and excitement. The most exciting thing for him about tying Emma up was that she willingly allowed him to do this to her. He loved the devotion she showed him, perhaps just as much as her cheery attitude and bright smile.

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Then, he finally looked down at Emily. Just like her sister, Emily was a clear submissive as well, but rather than servicing him, or being tied up, she loved when he took control. She wanted to be punished and, to a lesser extent, humiliated, but only by, and for, Erik.

She wanted to give herself to him entirely… but only willingly. She only enjoyed this, so long as she had a choice in submitting to him or not. She didn't want her mind messed with, the corruption had already done enough of that, and neither did she want her body to be restrained by ropes or chains.

She loved her freedom and independence, even if she also loved using those things to give herself to Erik.

'It still feels a little weird when she calls me Daddy,' Erik chuckled to himself. 'But, so long as I remind myself that she's not actually my daughter, it does feel kind of exciting.'

For a moment, the fond emotions he had for both Emily and Emma slipped into his gaze, but he quickly recovered. Once again, his eyes returned to those of a harsh master.

His hand with the leash tightened, and he pulled it upward a little. Emily remained on her knees, but her back straightened and she chocked a little as she looked up at Erik, her eyes and grin widening.

"You're being pretty presumptuous for a mere slave-girl," he growled, and narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward threateningly. "Who says you deserve a reward?"

Emily wasn't deterred. "Y— You did, Daddy," she coughed and choked a little. Her grin remained, as did the hands behind her back, "I took the base and did you asked!"

Erik nodded, seemingly thoughtfully. But then his eyes hardened, "But you also disappointed me when I arrived. I promised you a punishment, didn't I?"

This time, a little anxiety finally flowed into Emily's eyes, as she remembered their kiss when he arrived at the bunker. "I— I—"

But before she continued, Erik grinned a little, and use to leash to pull Emily even closer to his face, interrupting her.

Their noses almost touched, and their eyes locked on each other as Erik whispered tauntingly, "I can reward and punish you as I like so long as you have that collar around your neck. You know you can remove it whenever you like, right?"

That was the deal between them. That collar signified her status as Erik's slave-wife, but it wasn't locked. In fact, Emily could remove it easily, and whenever she wanted. But as soon as she did, she'd become a normal wife, like Elora or Astrid. Loved by him, but not necessarily beholden to his orders.

Instantly, Emily's eyes widened, and she almost panicked as her hands finally left her back, to fly towards the collar instead. But rather than remove it, she wrapped her hands around it protectively, and shook her head.

"N— No!" she stammered and shook her head. "I'm finally happy again! My life makes sense! Please punish me, Daddy! I don't need a reward!"

While part of this was just play, there was also a part that was very real for her. She didn't want anything to change, no matter what, even if she had to wait a little longer to lose her last barrier to him.

Erik smirked as a joy filled him that he desperately tried to hide, lest he ruin the mood.

Nora and Anne were essentially his slaves, but their choice in the matter had been taken away the moment they agreed to it. Emily, on the other hand, was choosing every day to submit herself to him like this, and he loved it. Somehow, the fact she was as ruthless and bloodthirsty as she was only made it better.

After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, Erik with a domineering gaze, and Emily with one of somewhat meek anxiety, Erik finally grinned. "Good girl," he growled hungrily.

He righted himself and allowed a relieved Emily to sink back down. Then, he patted his knees, "Now climb up here, and let's see if I decide to reward you today."