A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

But before she said anything more, she checked to see if Emily was also listening. When she did, she saw Emily looking at them with cautious curiosity, apparently having shaken herself free from thoughts about Elora's earlier question.

So she turned back to the white-haired girl next to her. "Let me answer your question with a question of my own, Emma." She pointed at Nora and directed her next question to both of them. "Who do you girls think that woman is to Master?"

About four of the seven days remained, during which Elora was supposed to call Erik Master. The sisters were used to the strange relationship between Erik and Elora, however, so they just ignored it.

Instead, they thought about the question she asked.

Emma looked a little uncomfortable as she began shifting her weight again. 'I- I may not have gone this far with Sir, but… I'm not even sure what I am to him, so how could I know what she is to him?' she thought anxiously. She turned her gaze to Emily, hoping her big sister would answer first.

Which she did almost immediately.

Emily rolled her eyes at Elora's question. "How the hell should I know? I think her name was… Nora? But that's all I know about her. Wouldn't surprise me if she was his cousin or something… damn pervert."

Elora giggled at Emily's answer. Back on Söl, or any other planet she knew of, the desire to keep bloodlines pure made incest rampant, as complications were almost nonexistent with the aid of aetherium. Therefore, to Elora, the idea of Nora being Erik's cousin would hardly raise an eyebrow.

She shook her head. "No, they're not cousins. She's just a useful slut. She'll be our eyes and ears within the Silver Enclave, and in return," she indicated towards Nora's pleasured face, "this will be her reward. She's a tool to be discarded when she has no more use."

Then she shrugged, "Well, I suppose it's not impossible for things to change if Master takes a liking to her, but, for now, that seems unlikely."

Upon hearing Elora's words, Emma looked a little uncomfortable, but her loyalty to Erik seemed to win out in the end. Emily, however, scowled. "A tool?! You'd say that about another woman?!"

Elora looked at the black-haired girl with amusement. "So what if she's a woman?" then she shrugged. "I grew up in a matriarchal society where men are used as slave labor, protectors, and living dildos. In comparison, this is pretty tame. Honestly, all people are tools to me until they are not, regardless of gender."

In response, Emily narrowed her eyes. "Where did you grow up, anyway?" she asked, suddenly unable to contain her curiosity. But then quickly shook her head, "Never mind, not important."

Instead, she crossed her arms with fury and annoyance apparent in her eyes. "Instead, explain your point in saying all this. Do you just want to ensure we know Emma and I are just tools to you both?!"

Emma immediately looked sad as she glanced in Erik's direction. But her sadness didn't last long, as conviction filled her gaze instead. 'No! I may be nothing but a servant and maid, but I'm not a tool! And Sir knows that! I'm sure of it!'

She was about to tell Elora precisely that when the following words out of the fairy's mouth immediately brought both Emily and Emma's thoughts to a complete stop. With an amused grin, she said, "Actually, my point is quite the opposite. If anything, Master considers you both his fiancé's."

Silence ensued as Emma and Emily's brains appeared to stop functioning for a moment.

After they had finally processed those words, Emma remained quiet. Her gaze turned to the floor, and her head became bright red. On her lips now hung a silly smile, and her eyes were moving rapidly while she occasionally released a low chuckle. "Hehehehe, fiancé?" she mumbled over and over again.

Exactly what was going on in her mind was anyone's guess.

Emily was a little more vocal. Her face was red, whether from anger, shame, or something else was unknown, but her left eyelid twitched as she nearly yelled, "W- What the hell are you talking about?!"

Chuckling, Elora explained. "Exactly what I said. He likes and even cares about you two. It may not be love yet, but with a little effort on your part, he'll get there. As for her," she dismissively waved towards the completely delirious, panting, and moaning Nora, who was still getting thoroughly dicked down by Erik.

"She's trash compared to you two. Setting aside her basic water affinity, as Erik wouldn't judge you based on affinity anyway, she's just an overconfident bitch with a superiority complex and no willpower to back any of it up."

Clearly, Elora still felt a little anger towards Nora, even if she had already vented some of her fury.

She slyly looked at Emily, "I mean, she went through more or less the same thing you did back at the cabin, but where you held on and probably could have gone on even longer, Nora broke down easily."

Her gaze panned between the two sisters, "If you two want to know exactly what he likes most about you, then I suggest asking him. Regardless, my point was, you two are not even in the same bracket as Nora."

Despite the influx of new information, Emma remained in her own world, clearly lost in her thoughts and emotions.

As for Emily, the fact that Erik viewed her as his fiancé had rattled her in ways she wasn't ready to think about. Even the fact she was now supposedly engaged to the same guy as her little sister hadn't registered yet.

When she talked again, her usual defiance in the face of Elora was mixed with a tinge of vulnerability and uncertainty. "And where do you sit in all this?" she asked. "I mean, when it was just sex, I understood since you were clearly enjoying it too, but you're actually okay with sharing your status as wife?"

An aura of superiority and confidence suddenly began to fill the air around Elora while a confident smile appeared on her face as she looked in Erik's direction, a silent assertion of her unmatched status in Erik's life. "I am far more than just his wife, little Emily."