A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Slowly turning towards the direction of that gaze, Emily saw Erik with his hand around Nora's throat and his dick filling her pussy this time. Yet, he had stopped his movement to stare at her.

A growling, almost animalistic voice came out of his throat. "Don't even joke about that, Emily." His voice was so laden with fury that, for a moment, Emily thought he might genuinely rip her throat out.

Emily hadn't really thought about whether or not Erik could hear their conversation before, so his response came as a surprise, yet that didn't diminish the danger she felt. "S- Sorry," she stammered, feeling truly scared for the first time in a long time.

Seeing how Emily had gotten the message, Erik focused back on Nora with a nod.

Feeling the danger pass, Emily shivered and returned to an amused and grinning Elora, who explained, "That's why. I mean, I have zero interest in doing 'that' anyway, but Erik gets a little intense about it as well. He'll be the same with any other woman he's involved with or has his eye on. Including you."

Still a little cowed, Emily shuddered. "I felt like I was going to die."

Elora chuckled. "He would never actually harm you." Then she looked a little thoughtful, "Well, not for simply mentioning it, but I do suggest you don't get close to any other men."

Then she shrugged. "I suspect his intensity regarding this matter is a result of the wolf part inside him. Or perhaps that in combination with his personality."

Emily shook her head to get rid of the last remnants of fear and then nodded thoughtfully. "I'll remember that. I suppose that also explains why there aren't any plans for expanding your plans to men."

"Exactly." Elora nodded in response.

After that, it remained quiet for a moment as Emily began to internalize all the new information she had gotten in the last hour or so. At the same time, Elora stared with lustful amusement at Erik and Nora.

Meanwhile, Emma seemed to be getting out of her daze finally, but something had changed in her eyes. The purity and devotion were still there, but there was something more—a speck of deep, almost abyssal insanity.

Whatever she had been thinking or imagining during Emily's talk with Elora was uncertain, as was whether or not she had actually heard any of what they said. But what was clear was that Elora's revelation about being considered Erik's fiancé had triggered something inside her.

She turned towards Elora with an excited expression and accompanying smile, "Miss Elora, can I ask a question?"

Elora turned towards Emma with curiosity, as even she wasn't sure what Emma had been thinking about this whole time.

Regardless, she liked that white-haired girl, despite the fact she wasn't technically family yet, which may be against her own rules, but it was just hard not to like her when she always showed such devotion and loyalty towards Erik. ђө!∫т@εժ--σп--

So she nodded with a magnanimous smile. "Sure."

Emma poked her fingers together in a cute way that was unique to her while excitement continued to sparkle in her eyes. Despite that, her words seemed a little anxious. "Uhm, I- I like being Sir's maid. Would I have to stop if I became his wife?"

When they heard her words, everyone in the room had different reactions. Erik gained a small smile filled with warmth, Elora giggled with amusement, and Emily palmed her face as she wondered how the hell she and Emma could be related. 'I love you, little Em, but damn.' She thought.

Grinning, Elora nodded. "Of course. You'd lose the covenant, so you wouldn't be forced to serve anymore, but you'd be free to do as you like. If you'd like to use that freedom to become his maid-wife, neither me nor Erik is going to stop you."

Emma's face lit up even more when she heard that, and she began to chuckle a little, 'Hehehe, I'll stay forever by Sir's side as his maid. I'll care for him, serve him, love him, repay him for everything he's done for me, and in return, he'll guide me, protect me, and give me a home! What could be better!?'

Emily's eyelids twitched when she saw Emma chuckle to herself as a reaction to Elora's words. 'Has she actually gone insane?' she thought.

It wasn't a strange thought. Something seemed to be stirring beneath Emma's surface, and it had to do with Erik. Whether it was good or bad, only time would tell.

Emma's eyes switched between Erik and Elora as if wondering who she should be asking her next question. Yet, eventually, she settled on Elora, likely because she didn't want to bother Erik during his business with Nora.

"So, uhm, Miss Elora? How do I… become Sir's wife?" Her expression was a strange mix of excitement, eagerness, happiness, anxiousness, and embarrassment. Those last two were mostly because she knew Erik could hear her question.

Elora raised an amused, though not exactly surprised, eyebrow. "Well… if you've already decided that you love him, then the obvious first step would be to admit that to him." She said as she pointed to Erik, who was still balls deep inside Nora.

Emma giggled happily and, under the surprised gaze of Emily, and the amused gaze of Elora, she quickly ran to Erik, completely ignoring the fact he was still fucking Nora, and then hugged his naked, sweaty form from behind. "I love you, Sir!"

Immediately, Elora laughed out loud while Emily staggered back a few steps in complete astonishment.

Erik, too, had not expected such a sudden declaration at all, causing him to momentarily stop what he was doing.

Then he closed his eyes as Emma's declaration and soft body against his, combined with his current actions with Nora, caused him to finish inside the delirious blond woman for the last time before taking a deep breath.

'After yesterday, I thought for sure it would be Astrid first, but I guess it'll be Emma after all.' He thought.