A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

'I still need to talk to Astrid about building a better foundation before focusing on her runes so much, but I can do that tomorrow,' Erik thought to himself while making his way to Emily's room.

With Emily, too, he didn't stand on ceremony and simply walked right in.

Inside, he found Emily pacing circles in the middle of the room. Her black hair swayed, and the eyes that formed her intense gaze still looked like broken pieces of onyx with lava flowing through them.

Her brow was furrowed in a clear sign of frustration, and her arms were crossed in front of her chest.

Seeing her state, Erik grinned slyly, as he suspected what was going on with her.

When Emily noticed him standing in the doorway with a grin on his face, she stopped pacing and glared at him. "Don't you knock?!" she cried out angrily.

"No, I don't" Erik chuckled, the grin never falling from his lips.

Emily rolled her eyes, but knew it was pointless to argue with him about this, so she simply snorted. "Fine, what do you want then?"

Before responding, Erik started walking towards her bed. "We'll get to that, but why don't you tell me why you're looking so frustrated? Shouldn't you be getting some rest?"

Despite her annoyance at Erik's behavior, she did trust him, and had long since lost her antagonism towards him.

So, she grumbled a little, but still answered. "The last two days have been the first moment of quiet and rest since Frostvik, but I find myself unable to focus… I barely made any progress on my glyphs, despite the focus enhancing sigils in that room."

Erik gave a slight smile as he sat on Emily's bed, sprawling his legs and resting his face on his right fist propped by his knee. "I see," he nodded.

That smile, combined with the way he acted like he owned the room, and the fact that he kind of did, immediately irritated Emily. She grumbled, "What the hell are you smiling about? It's probably that damn slavery thing you did to me, anyway."

"Oh?" Erik raised an eyebrow, still smiling confidently. "Well, I can always remove the bond. You know I won't force it on you."

The moment he said that, however, Emily remembered why she accepted his offer in the first place, and gulped, before quickly shaking her head. "N— No! No… I don't ever want to feel that way again."

"Just as well," Erik shrugged. "Your frustration doesn't stem from that anyway."

"How would you know?" she narrowed her eyes angrily.

"Don't you remember that night in the cabin after we came to Finnmark?" Erik grinned teasingly. "You have an unconscious desire to be punished for what you did to Emma, and it's been almost two weeks since the last time that happened. Plus, by my calculations, you owe me two punishments at this point."

Immediately, Emily eyes opened wide, and she jumped into defensive mode while taking a step back and shaking her head. "W— What are you talking about?! That is… shut up! A— And where are you getting those two punishments from, anyway?!"

Still grinning, Erik held up one finger. "First of all, you lost that bet against Elora back in Frostvik" Then he held up a second finger. "Second of all, you lost control of yourself in Frostvik near the end, and almost got yourself killed or captured."

She gulped when she remembered the pleasure she felt during that particular bet, but quickly shook her head again. "That… That thing at the end was the corruption! Not my fault!"

"Well, than whose fault is it that you lost control of yourself?" Erik asked with a curiously raised eyebrow.

"That…! I…!" she almost wanted to say it was his fault for making her feel these things about him, but quickly bit her tongue and fell silent instead. She would only make it worse for herself if she did that.

Seeing her struggle, caused Erik to laugh softly. "Alright, well how about a deal then?" he proposed, channeling Elora's mischievousness as he did. "If you manage to endure your first punishment silently, I'll forget about the second one. But if you make a sound, I'll add a third."

Emily snorted, but with far less conviction than before. "I— I know better than to accept any of your or Elora's perverted deals by now!" her body held a defensive pose, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, while her eyes glared at Erik defiantly, albeit unsteadily.

Elora chuckled inside Erik's mind. "Finally wising up, is she?"

Erik shrugged, "Oh well, as you wish than." Next, he beckoned her closer with a sly grin, "Now, come closer, and accept your punishment."

Emily didn't move, however, and kept glaring at him, as if waiting for something.

Erik quickly realized what she was waiting for, and his grin only widened. "I'm not going to order you through the bond, Emily. If you tell me to leave, I will."

Then he stopped leaning on his fist and leaned back, freeing up the space on his lap. "But I know you won't do that," he smirked confidently. "Instead, you'll put yourself over my knees, because every cell in your body is screaming with the desire to do so."

He realized that she wanted to blame whatever happened next on the bond, rather than her own desires. But he wouldn't make it that easy for her.

Emily's eyes finally wavered, as they panned between Erik's face, the door, and his lap, as if contemplating simply running away herself, rather than tell Erik to leave or give in to what she wanted deep down.

"D— Damn you…" she finally muttered while taking a hesitant step closer to Erik.

Erik didn't say anything, and simply watched her slowly, hesitantly, but steadily approach.

Finally, she stood next to Erik. Her eyes were closed, her fists were balled, and she slightly trembled, but it seemed she had accepted her fate.
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"Good girl," Erik smiled, causing Emily to tremble more, and open her eyes to glare at him.

Yet, when she met his domineering gaze, she actually felt herself heat up and start to pant a little, her glare wavering.

"Ready to get started?" he smiled confidently.