A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing-Chapter 670 - Emma’s breakfast*

A little while later, the exhausted couple was entangled in each other's arms, resting on top of the bed. By now, Erik had finally left his wife's body, causing a torrent of spunk to drain out of her, as well as the occasional spasm of pleasure.

"Uuuun," she groaned, her head lolling on Erik's chest. It was a wonder they hadn't fallen asleep yet. "That… was…" Her lips kept moving, but she fell silent. She didn't have the words to say.

"Just the beginning," Erik smirked and chuckled. He sounded exhausted, but mentally, rather than physically, while Naeku was both. He had one arm behind his head and the other around Naeku's shoulders.

"Wha— What?!" Naeku muttered, her eyes widening as her body began trying to move.

Rolling his eyes, Erik pulled her closer and stopped her from moving. "Relax, I meant in general. We're definitely done for tonight."

"Oh…" Naeku sighed tiredly as her body relaxed and sagged down once more. "Good… I'm sore… and tired…" she murmured softly, but clearly satisfied.

"It was good, though, right?" Erik grinned confidently, his eyes focused on the ceiling above.

"So… goodz…"

And with that, she was gone. Deeply satisfied, Erik followed soon after. Their wedding night had ended, and would surely colour their relationship in the future…

***

The following day, the two lovers slept a deep sleep until early afternoon. Only then did they finally begin to stir, with a lot of groaning on Naeku's side.

"Uugh," she grumbled groggily as her eyes began to open. The first thing she saw, was not what she expected…

"Good morning!" Emma greeted with her usual chirpy cheer and bright smile. Having taken off her wedding dress, she was once again back in her maid outfit. In her hands, she held a tray with food and drinks.

"G— Good morning…?" Naeku muttered, confused about what she was doing here. It didn't help that her brain was still in its start-up phase. But, slowly, realisation dawned as memories from last night came to her. Instantly, her cheeks began to heat up… significantly.

With wide eyes, she sat up by pushing against Erik's chest. Her lips parted to talk, but all that came out was a moan. Not from pain, but pleasure. Her powerful body ensured she felt no soreness from last night, but there was still a significant amount of white goo left inside her… which spurted out due to her abrupt movement.

Since they weren't covered by blankets, everything was clearly visible. Under the amused eyes of Erik and Emma, globs of cum dripped from her pussy onto the bed. Her body trembled, her blush worsened, and her eyes rolled up a little. Yet, she still tried to keep herself from falling back down.

"I see Master took good care of you, sister," Emma smiled with just a hint of playfulness. "I'm super jealous!"

Panting and trembling, Naeku glared at Emma, but the latter only looked at her with pure and bright happiness. "W— What are you doing here?" she finally asked when she felt like her body began listening to her again.

"Bringing you breakfast!" Emma answered, voice filled with a strange mix of innocent joy and playful mischief.

"Thank you, Emma," Erik smiled at his beloved second wife. Sighing with satisfaction, he pulled himself up and leaned against the wall. Naeku, who was relying on his chest to remain upright, threatened to fall, but he grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest. Once again, some globs of cum leaked out, causing a similar reaction.

"You're welcome, Master!" his maid-wife answered cheerfully. Then, she placed the tray of food and drinks across both of their laps. Yet, when she tried to stand back up, one of Erik's large hands grabbed the collar of her outfit and pulled her lips against his. Although a little surprised, Emma quickly leaned into it.

As Naeku still dealt with what was going on below, Erik and Emma kissed passionately over her trembling body.

After several seconds, Erik released her, and she stood up with a healthy blush on her cheeks. She scraped her throat a little and continued as if nothing had happened. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Master, I intend to seclude myself for a while."

Her eyes began shining with powerful determination. "And this time, I won't come out until I've reached the third rank. I know I'm close!"

Smiling, Erik pulled Naeku closer and nodded. "Good! You should start considering what you want as a reward for when you're done."

Her blush deepened, but she nodded. "O— Okay…"

The expression on her face told Erik exactly what kind of reward she'd be asking for.

"B— But then you have to think about my punishment," Emma continued with a light pout. "I've been neglecting my duties in taking care of you."

Raising an eyebrow, Erik looked at her strangely. "Has Emily been rubbing off on you? You know that doesn't actually require punishment, right? Not for you, and certainly not because you've been trying to reach the third rank."

"Of course not!" Emma reacted, shocked, flinching back a little. "I'm nothing like my perverted big sister!"

Recovering, she pouted again, narrowed her eyes at Erik, and stubbornly crossed her arms in front of her modest chest. "I'm not asking for a fake, fetish punishment, but a real one! I want to be your maid and be punished like a maid should when she fails in her duties! I won't accept a reward before I've been punished!"

Erik wanted to object… but ultimately didn't know what to say. Rehashing how she didn't need to do this would be pointless and disrespectful. Helplessly, he shrugged, "I guess if that's what you want…"

"It is!" she responded, quickly returning to her cheerful, bright smile. "I'll leave you to your breakfast now! Welcome to the family, sister! Your tattoo looks great on you!"

Turning around, she happily skipped out of the room, hands clasped behind her back. Erik and Naeku watched her go with mixed emotions. The latter had recovered from her ordeal and surprised herself with how quickly she felt like Emma's presence in the room was normal.

"Was she always like that…?" she asked with some disbelief.

"For as long as I've known her, at least," Erik sighed, shrugging. "Although the request for punishment caught me off guard a little."

Suddenly, Naeku frowned. "Wait, what did she mean wi— Ugh…"

Groaning, she grabbed her head as the room began to swim. A powerful torrent of emotions crashed against her psyche, which she immediately identified as being foreign to herself. She felt several different sources of these emotions, some weaker than others, but among the most powerful sources, one was right behind her, and the other was moving away.

Erik hugged her tightly. "Relax, just give it a moment," he whispered in her ear, nose buried in her hair. "Normally, passing the heartfire sigil also applies the bond, but Elora had it remain inactive until our wedding night. What you're feeling is my emotions and that of our family. Let me help you compartmentalise it all…"

For the next hour or so, Erik taught her how to deal with the foreign emotions and how to communicate telepathically using the bond. Emma's breakfast slowly disappeared along the way.