A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

The prospects that Emily and Astrid awakened in Erik's mind quickly drove away any lingering discomfort over Naeku's trial. A grin spread across his lips as well. "Hehe, I do, don't I? You girls did very well against those beasts, and what kind of husband would I be if I didn't reward that?"

"A poor one, indeed!" Astrid immediately agreed as the two girls marched up to him and took one arm each. Their eyes were twinkling with excitement.

"I actually think I took a little too long, Master!" Emily interjected as they led him to the master bedroom. "Not to mention that I kept my cat tail in during the entire fight!"

"You might have to punish me instead," she finished with a mischievous smirk as she glanced at her master.

On his other side, Astrid chuckled and couldn't help but pan her gaze towards Emily's behind… where she clearly noticed the cattail continued to dangle from just below her dress. "Fuck, you really are a pervert!"

Grinning without shame, Emily actually puffed out her chest a little. "Am I a pervert, or good slave-wife, keeping her asshole nice and loose for her Master…?"

Erik and Astrid both halted in their tracks and blinked at Emily. They glanced at each other quietly, then back at Emily, who looked back at them without any shame. "She really needs punishment, Erik…" Astrid muttered, feeling a little embarrassed in Emily's place.

"She does," Erik nodded with a furrowed brow before glancing down at his own crotch, where a significant bulge had appeared in his comfortable harem pants. "Unfortunately, I might not be any better."

"But, who cares!" he suddenly laughed, stepping forward to toss a giggling Emily over his shoulder. "I'm the master, so I get to do the punishing!"

With Emily over his shoulder, he stepped into his bedroom, and tossed her on his bed. Astrid quickly entered after them and closed the door. First, Erik growled at Emily. "Get naked! But don't use your personal storage, do it slowly!"

As expected, Emily immediately started following orders, with big, obedient eyes staring at him, desperate for his approval and attention. These feelings only got worse when Erik didn't even look at her at first, instead glancing at Astrid. "Do you mind watching at first, Astrid…?"

Astrid was grinning widely as she shook her head, excited eyes focused on Emily's form. "Of course not. You know I like watching, and seeing you punish this little slut is always a treat!"

Astrid snapped her fingers and stored her Viking-style armour in her storage ring to reveal her impressively toned body, showing slight outlines of muscles everywhere.

Perky, c-cup breasts bounced slightly when she dropped herself into a chair and slid one hand down to her snatch while the other grasped one of those bouncing tits. She immediately started masturbating in anticipation of the spectacle, an excited grin on her lips.

In Erik's household, shame was usually the first thing to go upon becoming a member…

Erik pursed his lips for a moment as he appreciated Astrid's flawless body before finally paying Emily the attention she was craving. Turning to look at her, he noticed she'd already lost her dress and was now left in… what should have been underwear but was actually just the strap harness she'd worn on the BDSM club illusory date.

She was writhing on the bed to try and get him more excited. She looked up at him with those big obedient eyes that craved his direction. At the same time, a long, black tail snaked down from below her waist and caressed Emily's body as well. Through sigils, it was possible for her to control the tail however she liked.

For a moment, Erik simply enjoyed the sight of her. Her body was very different from Astrid's, as Emily was a little shorter, and her body was far softer and curvier than Atrid's lean physique.

"D— Daddy…" she whined softly, blinking slowly. "I'm sorry for not being a good girl and wearing normal underwear. And for keeping a buttplug tail in my ass… Please punish me until you're happy again…"

Erik's eyebrows immediately started twitching. "You've really become a pro at getting me in the mood, huh, you little minx…?" he growled with narrowed eyes as he felt his cock hardening to diamond levels of toughness.

"Oh no, Daddy," she drawled, a mischievous smirk appearing on her lips. "Did I do another bad thing…? I just want to make you happy, Daddy… Please punish me…"

"Ugh," Erik groaned as she delivered another punch to his self-control. Finally, he lost his shirt to reveal his wide, powerful upper body and growled at Emily, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Fine then! Take off your master's pants, and I'll show you some punishment!"

Full of excitement and with no hesitation, Emily bolted forward after receiving his permission. Her pale, slender fingers hooked into the waist of his harem pants and pulled them down. Instantly, his large, fleshy pole smacked her in the face, but Emily only started giggling with lust.

"Open up, little shadow," Erik commanded, looking down at her from above. "It's time to moisten me up a little so the next part is a little easier."

Emily now sat on top of the bed, on her knees, fleshy ass pressed against her feet, and hands placed on the bed in front of her knees. Her tail was sticking into the air, waving slightly with excitement, while her eyes stared up at Erik with love, lust, and deference. His cock rested on her face, but her gaze was focused on him as if the fleshy object was just in its natural place.

Slowly, she parted her lips as wide as she could to reveal her warm, wet mouth and soft tongue but did nothing else. Erik had not commanded anything else, after all. Of course, she wanted to immediately slurp it into her throat, but even if she wanted to, she wasn't sure if she could anymore. Not without permission.

In these moments, Emily's mind was always firmly in Erik's grasp because that's where she herself placed it. But, perhaps not even she knew exactly where free will ended and self-afflicted conditioning and desires began. Nor did she really care.

"Good girl," Erik growled before putting one of his hip, and entangling the other in Emily's soft, black hair. Holding her head in place, he slowly pulled back to align the mushroom tip with her open, eager, and willing mouth.

So started another night of debauchery in Erik's dimension…