A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

A few hours later, Emily groggily opened her eyes, and found herself sitting up on the bed. Her back was resting against Erik's chest and his arms were wrapped around her. They were both still naked.

Erik noticed she woke up, but didn't say anything, and neither did Emily, who grabbed her head and thought, 'Ugh, what happened?'

She had to take a moment to remember everything that happened earlier now that her mind was clear again.

When she finally remembered everything, she pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. Her face was red from shame and anger, although who the anger was directed at was unsure.

"Are you… gonna tell anyone?" she suddenly asked.
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"Wasn't planning on it," Erik shrugged nonchalantly, knowing exactly what she referred to.

Emily nodded softly. Then mumbled quietly, "Thank you for going along with it... You could have laughed in my face. I'm sure Elora had the time of her life… she's in there, right?"

She realized she didn't actually mind that much, having shown Erik that side of her earlier, but the fact that Elora was likely watching everything as it happened was the real cause of her shame.

Erik slowly caressed Emily's hair as he talked. "Don't worry about Elora. She promised to leave you alone for a while, and this is part of that."

Emily did feel relieved to hear that. She had long since accepted that Elora would always be a part of anything Erik did, but if she wouldn't be taunted about it, it wasn't so bad.

Than he shrugged, "As for me, I've seen weirder. Besides, its not that much of a surprise. Your father was always distant and didn't give you the attention and discipline that you secretly wanted.

And I imagine your time as the witch of London only exacerbated those feelings. It was a time where you needed someone to stop you more than ever, and you subconsciously wanted your father to come and do so, despite knowing it was impossible. And then I showed up…

I don't think you want or wanted to have sex with him, but since someone you are actually sexually attracted to is providing you with both affection and discipline, things get a little mixed up in your head."

While Erik was far from an expert at psychology, he did pick up the occasional little thing from the fairy in his head, who just so happened to be an expert at that. After all, having intimate knowledge of psychology is a must have for a natural manipulator like Elora.

"So I'm a cliché now," Emily rolled her eyes, feeling more annoyed than anything else at Erik's psychoanalysis, "That's just great…"

"I wouldn't call it that," Erik chuckled. "And anyway, the important thing is whether or not you enjoyed yourself."

"It was humiliating and painful…" Emily scoffed, but than continued in an aggrieved tone. "And yeah, I enjoyed it. I'm more messed up than I thought… is this part of the corruption, too?"

"It's not unlikely for it to be a combination of your natural personality, your past, and the corrupting effects," Erik nodded. He realized Emily was hoping to shift some of the blame onto the corruption, and he didn't mind providing some help there. It's not like he was lying either, there was just no way to be sure.

Emily seemed a little relieved to hear that as she slaked a small sigh. They stayed quiet for a moment again, until Emily mumbled, "I did hate the no-cumming part, though."

"Well, it was still supposed to be a punishment," Erik chuckled.

"Asshole…" she responded with a slight grin.

"Yeah, I like you a lot, too, Emily," Erik chuckled.

"Shut up!" she immediately exclaimed with a pout.

Then they fell quiet again, with Emily nestling comfortable in his arms. She felt happy and safe that he had remained here with her until she woke up. It was things like this that made her trust him more than all the other things they had gone through.

"So…" Emily suddenly spoke up, her voice a strange mix of disappointment and relief. "No more punishments… right?"

"Not until you do something to deserve one again," Erik chuckled. "Although… I have been thinking about punishing you for almost disturbing my meditation earlier," he then mumbled thoughtfully while stroking the stubble on his chin. "I'm just not sure if it actually warrants a punishment…"

A sly grin appeared on his face as he asked his next questions, "What do you think…?"

Emily trembled slightly and closed her eyes. She knew exactly what he was doing.

"I hate you so much right now…" she mumbled aggrievedly.

"No you don't," Erik chuckled. "Now answer the question, will you?"

"Uuuugh," Emily groaned while rolling her eyes. She pursed her lips and tried to keep quiet, but she could feel Erik's amber eyes boring into the back of her head until she finally mumbled, "I… I think it deserves punishment…"

A wide grin appeared on Erik's face. "Oh really…?" he said in a teasing tone. "Well since that's the case, I guess I'll have to punish you again in the near future."

As he talked, he also brought up his hand from her stomach, and lightly pinched one of her exposed nipples.

Emily closed her eyes and trembled, trying desperately not to moan, causing Erik to chuckle, and Emily to curse under her breath.

After a few moments, he finally let her go, and whispered in her ear. "This was fun, but I really need to get going now. That medium isn't going to create itself."

Emily nodded, and quickly stood up, somewhat glad Erik wouldn't be teasing her anymore. She could use a little time to herself to get her own thoughts in order.

Naturally, Erik took the chance to provide Emily's naked butt with a beautiful red hand print.

As the sound of Erik spanking her echoed through the room, Emily trembled again, but said nothing, and simply went to put on her clothes while Erik chuckled.

Soon, they were both dressed, and Erik was about to leave, but not before he took Emily in his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips.

Emily was surprised and tried to resist for a moment. They may have done many other things, and Erik may have occasionally kissed her before, but this felt different.

This felt passionate.

Still, it didn't take long for Emily to melt into his embrace and wrestle with his tongue for dominance. Five minutes later, Erik took the smithing technique from the table, and left a breathless and softly cursing Emily behind.

'Time to do this, finally,' he smiled while gripping his book.