A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Knowing Erik could barely hold himself back, Elora turned her head, flushed from excitement but still wearing a playful smirk as she moaned seductively, "Come on then! Punish me with your monster cock! Imprint my body with your mark!"

Her face clearly said she would never change her ways no matter what he did, but Erik was fully prepared to try anyway, as his cock was still wet from earlier, and Elora was more than ready to receive him, so he plunged himself inside her depths with one swift stroke.

While Elora's height was low, her wondrous cave had long since adapted itself to Erik's length, making sure there was enough room for him to bottom out in her as he lodged his full nine inches inside her and thrust up against her womb.

They released simultaneous moans and groans as Elora finally found herself getting stuffed, while Erik was always momentarily stunned by the perpetual tightness of Elora's inner walls.

As Erik continued to force Elora's hands above her head and against the wall, he used his other hand to caress Elora's still red, warm and ever-so-firm ass cheeks while he slowly began moving.

Elora's tightness made it hard to move inside her, not helped by the fact that Elora herself did everything she could to squeeze her pelvic muscles as hard as possible, but in the end, there was a reason Elora enjoyed this play, and it was Erik's size combined with his physical strength.

So Erik ploughed through, literally and figuratively, continuously skewering Elora's body on his large shaft.

Her wet tunnel felt amazing as the soft and tight inner walls massaged him with great care, sending shivers of pleasure along his spine and almost making him blow his load right there.

But he was determined to, at least temporarily, wipe the smirk off Elora's face, so he had to hold on!

He kept hammering her, as he groaned with every push, and Elora moaned like a whore, but still without losing her smirk.

Erik grimaced at the effort, but he would make her cum first or die trying!

He changed their position by releasing Elora's hands and grabbing her throat instead before he pulled her up against his chest and put his other hand on her lower belly, where he could feel his large cock deforming Elora's flat stomach.

The feeling of immorality and dominance he got from that was great enough to almost finish him then and there. Still, he held on as he could see that Elora was no different when her smirk finally began to waver, and her face started becoming lost in pleasure.

Elora moaned louder and louder as her inner desires came out more and more, "Y- Yes! Do it! Take whatever you want! Conquer your empress! Make me submit!"

Her words spurred Erik on as he grinned and started moving faster in and out of her while softly squeezing both his hands, cutting off Elora's air supply a little while also tightening her vaginal canal even more.

This action was the one that caused Elora's pussy and body to immediately start spasming in a rocking orgasm, which Erik prolonged as long as he could before being unable to resist Elora's grip on his shaft and cumming deep inside, flooding her womb.

As Elora felt herself being filled up, she had another orgasm and now wore a silly smile, having truly lost her smirk, at least temporarily.

After he was done, Erik could feel his legs giving out on him from the strain of having rough sex despite the fact his body still hadn't fully recovered from his most recent ordeal.

While panting and with his last bit of energy, he took Elora into a princess carry, turned around and leaned against the wall before slowly sliding down until he sat on the cold stone floor with Elora lying on his chest.

They stayed in this position for a while longer as they panted and tried their best to regain some semblance of sanity before Erik suddenly chuckled between pants, "So…? Do you… submit?"

Elora still had her face lost in pleasure but managed to squeeze out a cheeky grin while still panting anyway, "Nope! Try again… next time. Maybe… actually do that thing… I like."

Finally regaining his breath, Erik laughed at her words, "I'll be happy to try again, but you'll regret those last words! You always say you want that, but afterwards, you feel sore and make me promise not to do it again."

Honestly, Erik enjoyed this play as much as Elora, but they both knew she would never truly submit. And Erik didn't want her to either. In fact, neither of them wanted the other to submit.

Having servants was pretty easy for someone with their power, but having a true partner to love and treasure was rare.

Elora shrugged and giggled, also having regained her breath, "I have no idea what you're talking about!" Causing Erik to roll his eyes at her.

Elora suddenly snapped her fingers, conjuring a thin wave of energy that washed over both her and Erik, cleansing away the grime, sweat and various bodily fluids before snuggling back into his chest.

Not bothered by her actions, Erik instead answered her question with a sigh while shaking his head side to side as if in defeat, "Sure you don't! Anyway, it always surprises me how much you like this particular play."

Elora just shrugged with a content smile, "Is it really that surprising? From a young age, I got enamoured with the idea of creating a power couple between myself, the beautiful but wicked planner, and my then-fictional love, the handsome, powerful and ruthless conqueror."

Her smile turned seductive as she poked Erik's chest, "Not so fictional anymore, of course."

Erik laughed softly at her words and the ticklish feeling on his chest, "I'll try to live up to your expectations. I'm not sure I'm much of a conqueror yet."

Elora snorted pridefully as she thrust out her chest and nodded contently, "I know you won't let me down! I have absolute confidence in my ability to choose the right person!

Anyway, I fantasised many times about what our sexual relationship might be like, and because I liked the idea of dominating others, I figured it would be the same here.

But instead, it just felt weird to me, as if doing that destroyed the image of the mighty conqueror I wanted you to be. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure I had my first orgasm to thoughts of being conquered by you instead."

She chuckled a little, "And from there, it was a downhill slope for me. I do still love to dominate those sluts you have fun with, though."

She put a hand on his chest and sat up before looking into his eyes with a loving smile, "Besides, I trust you to keep this stuff in the bedroom. Even if I like being manhandled by you when we're having sex, I know you'll never treat me as anything less than your empress outside of it."

Despite her usually playful and wicked attitude, she could often be quite sweet with Erik, making him appreciate her all the more.

He returned her smile, "Of course I won't, my Little Wicked Ember. I would never want you to be anything else."

Little Wicked Ember was Erik's nickname for Elora, referencing her crimson hair and personality.

After staring at each other for a few more moments, Elora suddenly seemed to get embarrassed and used her wings to fly upwards, "A- Anyway! You've been sitting on your ass long enough! We need to get moving! Get your armour back on while I check that bitch's memories to find out where we are."

Having seen the world outside this wine cellar, Elora was already suspicious about not being on Söl anymore. And she even had an idea of which world this was, but she naturally had to be sure, as this would be quite a big deal for Erik.

Erik chuckled at Elora's ability to switch from playful to romantic to embarrassed to demanding. Still, he was used to this, so he stood up while smiling and shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Elora had shrunk her body to about the size of Erik's hand and flew off towards the unconscious Emily.

Fairies have a lot of control over their size, but they all have a maximum and minimum. This form was Elora's minimum, while the 160cm tall busty beauty was her maximum.

Finally having a moment to himself while Elora delved into Emily's memories, Erik took the opportunity to explore their surroundings. He couldn't shake the impression that they were in the dilapidated wine cellar of a noble fallen on hard times.

Attempting to push these thoughts aside, he approached the armour lying on the ground, ready to equip it. However, just as he was about to start, a hesitant voice interrupted him from behind, "We, uh, we're on Earth, Erik. You're home."

Erik's mind froze as he stopped in the middle of his actions when the events from seven years ago flashed through his mind.