A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Emily took a deep breath and nodded. "Let's just get this over with…" she muttered, despite the barely suppressed excitement in her voice.

When she, somewhat mechanically, tried to bend over his knees however, Erik stopped her.

"Wait! Take your clothes of first," he ordered with a slight grin.

"You…!" she exclaimed while glaring at him.

But Erik just shrugged with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "It's part of the punishment."

The two were momentarily stuck in a stalemate, until Emily finally sighed, "Fine,". It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before. She just wished he wasn't enjoying this so much.

It's not that she didn't believe him when he told her this would help her focus. She also couldn't deny the intensity of her desire to be punished, despite her attempts to do so. In fact, it was particularly overwhelming because it involved Erik.

She harbored possessive and romantic feelings for him, feelings she also tried to suppress, and because of those feelings his involvement only intensified her desires.

However, if that were all, then perhaps she could live with it. But the fact that he enjoyed it made it infinitely more embarrassing for her. Now, it felt as though she was putting on a show for him—a notion that pre-awakening Emily would never have tolerated.

There was a small voice in the back of her head that wondered if he didn't perhaps deserve to enjoy it. If, perhaps, putting on a show for him was good way to show him her appreciation for all he had done for her and Emma.

Yet, she regarded that little voice as a slippery slope that would soon have her dancing to Erik's tune if she let it win. Wasn't she already helping him achieve his goals, after all?

Regardless, she had made her decision, and so, she started undressing.

She still wore the same clothing, kept clean through the application of aetherium, because she simply didn't have anything else.

Under Erik's appreciative gaze, she first removed her crop top, freeing her bountiful and perky breasts. They were D cups, albeit on the smaller side. Not as big as Elora's, but certainly bigger than either Emma's or Astrid's.

She didn't wear a bra. After all, even Arcanists enjoyed improvements to their body, so her back was fine and her second-rank breasts were perfectly capable of defying gravity all on their own.

Her cheeks heated up when she saw Erik devouring her with his gaze, yet she also felt a certain happiness.

Next, she removed her baggy cargo pants and the black panties with a white skull underneath.

Finally, Emily's body stood before Erik in all its naked glory.

Her pussy was shaved, pink, and unused. Her skin was pale but smooth, providing a beautiful contrast to her long, raven hair. A small number of black tattoos were etched onto her skin, giving her a somewhat dangerous look that inflamed Erik's desire to conquer.

A healthy blush made her look all the more desirable. She trembled a little as she muttered with a slight edge to her voice, "Happy now? C— Can we…? Ugh!" she groaned at the end.

Erik could see she was about to turn around and give up, so he chuckled and quickly grabbed her arm, before tossing her over his knees.

In one fluid motion, he lightly grabbed her throat, not enough to choke, but enough to show he was in control, and landed the first light slap against her buttocks.

She released a strange yelp mixed with a moan, as her body trembled harder. "D— Dammit!" she cursed.

She was now lying across his legs, her knees on the floor, and her head propped up by Erik's hand around her throat.

"Almost came from that, didn't you?" Erik grinned mischievously. "You are even more pent up than I expected."

"F— Fuck you!" she groaned, trying to keep the lust and desire in her voice to a minimum.

"We'll get to that another day, little Emily," Erik chuckled happily, before landing the next slap.

"Aaah," Emily moaned while her eyelids fluttered. A strange pleasure was coursing through her body.

She had felt this only once before, back in that cottage in the woods. It was like physical pain, blending with a pleasure that was both physical and mental. Like a primal desire getting satisfied.
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Meanwhile, Erik enjoyed seeing the usually so rebellious Emily, moaning in his lap.

Just when Emily was calming down again, he continued spanking her.

Three times.

Four times.

Five times.

Every time, Emily screamed and moaned again. After the third slap she had already started panting with lust, and her gaze had become a little delirious.

Seeing her expression, Erik grinned deviously and, after caressing her ass for a moment, suddenly slipped his hand down to her dripping cunt and pushed a finger in.

"N— NooOOOooo! N— Not there!" Emily screamed and moaned. She tried to push herself up, but her arms had no strength in them, and her throat was still held by Erik's other hand.

Erik quickly started fingering her snatch, and it took only a moment, before Emily was pushed to the very brink. So he quickly pulled out his finger and spanked her again, hard.

"Gaaaaah," Emily screamed as she came wildly, while her body shook and her eyes fluttered around the room.

At the same time, Erik grinned and kept spanking her ass while she was cumming, making sure that pleasure and pain kept blending in her mind until the difference was negligible.

When she was finally done, she panted heavily, while her tongue lolled a little. Her muscles had lost all their strength, and the only thing keeping her upright now where Erik's legs and his hand around her throat.

The fact she was now sagging entirely, essentially made her choke herself against his hand, which made her panting a little labored.

"T— T— That w— was…" she began, but was interrupted by Erik who was softly caressing her already reddening ass. "Like nothing you've ever felt before, right?" he smiled, warmly.

"You're a masochist, Emily," he softly explained while rubbing her ass. "I'm not sure if you started out that way, or if your actions with Emma made you this way, but it is what it is. You also have feelings for me, and the sooner you accept both those things, the better it will be. Both for your mental health, as well as your focus during training."

"H— How…?" Emily's delirious mind was too preoccupied with the pleasure coursing through her body to bother denying anything right now.

"By continuing, of course," Erik grinned deviously.