A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Invisibly, a boat was quickly making its way along the western European coast, towards the African continent.

Surprisingly, however, the boat usually only had a single person onboard. Two people were swapping the responsibility of steering, with one taking the steering wheel, and the other mysteriously disappearing in the middle of the boat.

Naturally, this was Erik's vessel. Nora and Anne continued to alternate the responsibility of sailing, while the other got to enjoy the luxuries of Erik's dimension to rest and train.

At least, Nora did. Anne, however, was still caught in the middle of Erik's attempts to make her fall into debauchery.

That said, he didn't want to be entirely unfair, so he'd made her a deal. If she could resist until the next time they went on land, he would stop. She would still have to serve, of course, but he'd stop attempting to lure her into having sex with him and allow her to share a room with Nora.

Of course, on the other hand, if she gave in even once, that would spell the end of his restraint.

And it was difficult for her.

Because, unsurprisingly, the residents of Erik's dimension kept themselves busy with a number of activities, from studying in the library or training diligently, to working in the crafting hall, but none of these were so vigorous as the debauchery in Erik's bedroom.

Debauchery that Anne was continuously forced to bear witness to, while Erik's pheromones filled the room.

So it was, that a few hours after leaving Katya, Erik found himself in his bedroom, propped up with pillows. Both his arms and legs were spread wide, with his arms resting on the headboard.

He was grinning with lust at what was happening in front of him. The sounds of wet skin hitting more wet skin reverberated around the room.

"Y— You just—hngh—going to sit there… and… watch?!" Astrid panted and moaned while she bounced up and down on his cock. Her gushing pussy, tightly gripping Erik's intruding member.

The tips of her toes were the only thing keeping her upright, as she was fucking him in crouched cow-girl position, rather than kneeling.

This position was more stressful, but also allowed for faster movement, and it's not like a second ranked Runebound vampire like her needed to worry about physical exertion.

She wasn't leaning forward either, she kept her back straight, and her hands on her head, giving Erik a great view of her bouncing breasts, despite her words.

"Yes, I am," Erik grinned slightly.

"A— Asshole!" Astrid cursed, despite not stopping or even putting on less of a display. "I— I'mmmm your wife! aaaah! N— Not your toy!"

"You're absolutely right," Erik chuckled while enjoying the cramping of her pussy around his dick. "But that argument would hold a little more track if you didn't have tiny orgasms any time I'm a little mean to you. You love serving your powerful 'lord-husband'."

Unfortunately for Astrid, that was true. While she wasn't a natural submissive like Emma or Emily, she, like her mother, respected strength more than anything. And that translated into a kink for serving someone stronger than her, even if she tried to deny it.

Although, the question was what would happen if she ever rose above Erik in strength. Erik suspected she would start enjoying a dominant role instead, which was a major incentive for him to stay ahead of her.

"Uuugh!" Astrid groaned as pleasure assaulted her brain whenever his large cock rubbed the most sensitive spots inside her. "I— I blame… my mother!" she panted without stopping, coming closer and closer to orgasm.

"She's not here, though," Erik smirked and groaned a little thanks to Astrid's hard work. "And you're putting yourself on display all on your own."

But Astrid didn't listen anymore, as she was focusing on her own pleasure now. Her eyes rolled up in her head, thoughts of stopping where nowhere to be found, and her moans filled the room.

Meanwhile, Erik turning his head to the right, where a life-sized Elora was nestled into his chest and grinning at Astrid's efforts. He curled his right arm around her shoulder, and grabbed her chin, before bending her head in his direction. Then, he took her lips.

Elora happily responded as their tongues began a contest of their own, while Astrid continued riding him.

They were not the only three people in the room, however, because in between Erik's legs, hidden behind Astrid, lay Emma. The white-haired maid-wife had her arms restrained behind her back, and she was currently busy treating his balls to a tongue-bath.

While most would probably be surprised, this was actually one of Emma's favourite things to do. After all, serving him made her happy, and being restrained by him made her feel safe.

Of course, she didn't go ignored during this. The emotional feedback from Erik to her was wide open, and she constantly received feelings of love, pleasure, and encouragement from him. All of this put her almost in a trance, as she couldn't feel safer and happier, right then and there.

Finally, the last person in the room was, of course, Anne. Ever since the first time she was there, she had gradually moved from the couch to the bed with quickly declining restraint.

Now, she was lying in her underwear on a corner of Erik's large bed, where her right hand was furiously working inside her panties, and the other was groping her moderate breasts. Meanwhile, she looked at Erik and his wives with growing frustration and lust.

"J— Just a few more days…" she desperately muttered and panted to herself. Unfortunately, every day she spent like this, she was getting hornier and hornier, but it also became harder and harder to orgasm. Her fingers simply weren't doing the job anymore.

Meanwhile, Astrid was on the verge of cumming for the third time in an hour, causing her to speed up. Her hips became almost a blur as her body went up and down like a piston. Her moans became louder, and Erik felt her insides squirm around him.

His head leaned back as he felt pleasure assault him from all sides. Elora's bombshell of a body was pressing itself against his side, while she'd even begun kissing his neck, Astrid was impaling herself on his cock at inhuman speeds, and Emma was licking and sucking on his balls.

Erik began to pant a little as well until finally, Astrid slammed herself down for the last time. His cock buried itself into her deepest depths, and she moan-screamed her pleasure into the surroundings. At the same time, Erik wasn't even trying to hold himself back.

With Astrid's folds squirming around him, he exploded inside her. After Emma had coaxed his balls into producing even more than normal, he absolutely flooded Astrid's insides.

The strawberry-blond vampire finally sagged down and fell against Erik's chest. There, she lay limp with a silly smile while Erik pumped her full of his cum, causing her to tremble and shake from pleasure.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But the night wasn't done yet.