A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Erik's current situation was a little strange, as a cute, white-haired girl in a maid outfit was currently attached to his naked back while rubbing her cheek against it, even while his cock was lodged inside the wildly spasming pussy of Nora.

First, taking a second to recover from his orgasm, he then pulled himself out of Nora before simply letting her sag to the padded floor. He had more important things to deal with right now.

He turned his head, his gaze softening as he met Emma's eyes. "Alright, Emma. I've heard you. Would you please let go of my back now?" His voice carried a warmth that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, soothing the tumultuous sea of emotions within her.

The difference between her and Nora was clear.

The girl's response was swift, her movements tinged with a hesitant eagerness as she stepped back, her gaze flitting between Erik's eyes and the ground. A whirlwind of anxiety and happiness danced in her heart, battling for dominance as she awaited his response.

Erik turned around, causing a slight blush to appear on Emma's face as she looked at his naked form.

He smiled and petted her head, which, to Emily, felt like a ray of sunshine had pierced through her anxiety and doubt, causing her to nuzzle against his hand.

He gently grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. Immediately, Erik was stunned by the purity of Emma's emotions contained within her white and green, heterochromatic eyes.

At the same time, Emma felt herself lost in the depths of Erik's fierce amber gaze that seemed to see right through her.

"Are you sure about what you just said, Emma?" His question, laced with concern and a hint of challenge, echoed in the caverns of her mind. "Your life has been a whirlwind from the moment I stepped into it. Perhaps you'd like to think about it a little longer?"

In the background, Emily nodded frantically, as she wanted the chance to talk to her sister first to make sure she actually understood the significance of this.

Yet, Emily's frantic nods were a blur to Emma, her focus solely on Erik.

Her heart pounded with a conviction fueled by revelations and previously suppressed feelings. "I don't need to think about it, Sir! I realized my feelings after what happened in Kirkenes." Her voice faltered, a delicate mix of hope and vulnerability bared in her awkward pause, "I just… didn't think I stood a chance."

Her confession, brightened by a returning smile, was a declaration of newfound courage. "But then, after what Miss Elora told me, I know that wasn't true!" The words tumbled out, a stream of clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions.

Erik's scrutiny as he looked into her eyes revealed no hesitation. Within her gaze, he recognized the flickers of resilience, a spirit not easily dimmed by life's trials.

Yet, he didn't miss the tiny speck of insanity that had sprung up in Emma's eyes earlier. He didn't think that was so strange, however, considering her past.

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At the same time, Emma stared back at him full of sincerity and hope, causing Erik to smirk inwardly and think, 'How can I possibly reject her? Still, I should make things clear.'

He released her chin and sighed. "Alright, Emma. But… you should know I don't feel the same way about you yet. I like you—a lot. There are many things about you I admire: your unwavering loyalty to both me and your sister, your vibrant personality, and your incredible resilience in the face of all you've suffered. But it's not love yet."

But Emma's bright smile was unwavering and undimmed by his words. It remained as a testament to her determination. "That's fine! I'll work hard to make you fall in love with me!"

Her expression turned a little awkward, and she poked her fingers together again. "Bu- But, can I still be your wife in the meantime?" Her awkwardness, endearing in its sincerity, underscored her resolve.

While Emily groaned and palmed her face, Erik could only smile helplessly. "I'd love to have a cute and amazing girl like you as my wife, Emma." How could he say no to this girl?

Yet, he couldn't help but push a little more to ensure she understood the gravity of what she was asking.

So he lost his smile, his expression became serious, and he raised an eyebrow. "But do you realize what that means? I'm very possessive, so if you become my wife, I won't let you go ever again. You and I will be connected for the rest of our lives, and I won't tolerate any other men in your life. Plus, our lives will likely be very long, hundreds of years, perhaps thousands, or even more."

His cautionary note, underscored by a possessive streak, was meant to signify the gravity of their possible future together.

Regaining his smile, he continued, "Outside of that, however, you'd be free to do as you wish, and of course, as your husband, I'd do whatever it took to keep you safe and happy."

Emma giggled. "If I have safety and happiness for the rest of my life, however long it may be, then what else could I possibly want? I certainly have no interest in any other men. You are the only one for me, Sir!"

Erik could only sigh before nodding with a happy smile. "Alright, Emma. Then I'd love for you to be my wife." He was confident he would fall in love with this girl eventually, so jumping the gun a little wasn't much of an issue.

But before Emma could rejoice, he quickly continued, "But you still need to get past Elora first."

Emma looked surprised. Didn't she have Elora's permission already, based on everything she had said earlier?

Suddenly, some anxiety filled her again as she turned towards Elora with a pleading gaze. Emily, too, was surprised as she narrowed her eyes at Emily. Some anger began to boil up inside her.

'I may not particularly like the way Emma is jumping into this, but if this bitch was just getting her hopes up just to tear her down now…' As she thought this, some corrupted red flickers ran through her eyes. Truly, Emma was a major trigger for Emily's corruption.

Elora just grinned with a little amusement. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you? I won't share my beloved so easily."