Sitting on the side of the bed and leaning back on his arms, Erik grinned at Emily as she used her strained breasts to pleasure him. He could feel her frustration, but also that this wasn’t enough. She was incredibly horny and desperate for release, but she wouldn’t be able to cum just from this.
Knowing this, Erik moved his foot to below her body and pressed a toe into her dripping cunt. "Use this," he teased in a domineering tone. "But I’ll keep your orgasms locked until I’ve finished."
"Hnf," Emily moaned when his toe entered her, her voice muffled, as her lips were occupied at the moment. Her eyes fluttered.
When she moved her body up again and the mushroom tip disappeared between her fleshy orbs, she looked up at Erik with a hazy grin. "T— Thank you, Master~!" she moaned as her hips began to grind on his toe. "P— Please cum quickly!"
She moved down again to continue her service. Her boob-job went on for just a few more minutes as pressure continued building on both sides.
Finally, Erik had had enough. Feeling the inevitable approach, he grinned. At a time when his pole was peeking out from between her two hills and her lips were wrapped around his tip, he moved.
Snapping his fingers, he made both chains disappear instantly. Then, in the same movement, he put his hand on top of Emily’s head, as well as her hands, which she continued holding there, and pushed her head all the way down to his base—only possible because her breasts could once again part ways without the chain binding them.
Emily’s eyes widened as she cried out a muffled yelp. Yet, despite her surprise, her throat offered no resistance to its intruder—partially because pleasure instantly surged through her body.
With the chains gone, she finally felt the relief she’d been aching for, as all pain was gone. At the same time, Erik unlocked her ability to orgasm, and the floodgates instantly broke. With her hips grinding furiously on his toe, she came violently, drenching his foot in fluids.
Erik sighed with pleasure as his balls emptied themselves down Emily’s warm, wet, pulsing throat. For Emily, several sensations combined to create one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had: relief, lingering pain, and the stimulation of her pussy, but also the pleasure she felt at having done a good job serving her Daddy, as well as the effect his modified fluids had.
All of this, combined with her newly added jewellery, turned her mind into a white void.
Seeing her eyes flutter, then close, before her body went slack, Erik cocked an amused eyebrow. He’d never seen this before from her, but he was certainly pleased. Considering their bond and her status as a third-rank Arcanist, he naturally wasn’t worried in the slightest.
In fact, he did what he knew she would have wanted and finished cumming. Fortunately, her throat continued making the movements needed to swallow.
When he was done, he released her head. Her hands immediately fell to her side, his cock slid out of her throat, and her body started sagging backwards.
Before she could hit the floor, however, Erik was already there to catch her. Having taken her into his arms, he sat down on the bed again. Putting Emily next to him, he laid her head on his lap and gently caressed her hair, a gentle smile across his lips.
It took only a few seconds for Emily to regain consciousness. Slowly, her eyes blinked open, and she looked up at him. Erik looked her in the eyes and saw confusion... which quickly made way for sparkling joy. "Hehehe..." she giggled strangely, a playful smirk across her lips. "That was fun..."
"I’m glad you think so," Erik chuckled back. "No regrets about your new markings?"
Emily squirmed a little at his wording. With a sly grin, she shook her head as one of her hands made its way to her sensitive cunt to slowly rub it, and the other started groping her equally sensitive breasts. "I love being marked by you, Master~" she purred, her tone dripping with submission. "I want as much proof of who my body belongs to as possible~"
Taking her hand off her breast, she started caressing some of the tattoos decorating her pale skin, having been there since before meeting Erik. Meanwhile, her other hand moved up from her pussy to caress Erik’s mark above her womb.
"I could get some more tattoos, Master... I’d let you put anything on my body..." she whispered in a hoarse voice, obviously excited at the prospect.
Erik smirked at her suggestion. It wasn’t the first time she’d made it, and the idea of marking her appealed to him, but he loved her pale skin. Perhaps he’d change his mind one day, but for now, he had no desire to cover more of that skin up.
"I’ll think about it, love," Erik answered noncommittally, before snaking his hand towards one of her new nipple rings. "But I think you’re trying to distract from something, aren’t you?"
He pulled on the ring, and Emily quickly arched her back with a gasp, her face distorted in both frustration and pleasure. "I—"
"Are you going to Azania without any further complaint?" he growled with an anticipating grin, interrupting her. "Are you going to be a good bitch for your master? Have I disciplined you enough to resist corruption without me?"
Fear threatened to break out on Emily’s face for a moment, but then she quickly shook her head and grinned lustfully up at him. "I need more, Master~! I need my body to ache every second I’m away from you, or your discipline might fade~"
Erik snorted playfully. He wasn’t sure how much of that was true, and how much she just didn’t want this to end yet, but it didn’t matter to him.
"Fine then," he growled, before lifting Emily’s body by her raven hair and standing up, then tossing her face first onto the bed again. His incorrigible masochist of a wife yelped with pain and lust, making no effort to resist.
Then he quickly dived after her, landing on top and squeezing her with his own body. "Fortunately," he whispered sternly in her ear as she squirmed beneath him, "bratty, disobedient girls like you have a discipline hole, exactly for this purpose."
Before she could respond, Erik pushed his fat member into her tight, but well-trained ass.
Emily gasped as it filled her stomach, her grin widening as she felt the familiar mix of pain and pleasure that was anal. "Y— Yessss~ Fuck my discipline hole~! Remind your bitch of her place!"
"Gladly!" Erik growled, and thrust himself inside to the hilt. At the same time, he wrapped his powerful right arm around her throat and squeezed lightly.
Giving her no pause, he started pistoning inside her.