A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

While Elora worked her manipulation on Anne, Erik and Astrid simply watched with fascination at the fairy's effect on the werelynx. They both new Anne had already been on edge for a while, but it was still impressive how quickly Elora had caused Anne to change her mind.

Slowly, Anne struggled to her hands and knees, a gaze full of desire remained fixated on the pillar of flesh about a meter (~3.3 feet) away from her. Elora's words had shattered whatever remained of her resistance. Now, all she could think about was finally satisfying the bursting lust inside.

Everyone in the room, except for Emma, who remained focused on her own fun, fixated their gazes on Anne as she slowly crawled closer to the master she had chosen for herself.

An amused Erik smiled slightly, a smug Astrid smirked, and a mischievous Elora grinned.

But Anne didn't pay attention to any of that. She only had one goal in mind now. Finally, she reached her goal, and hesitantly extended a hand towards the base of it.

The cock in front of her was still covered in juices from both Erik and Astrid, but she didn't care. Not anymore. The overwhelmingly powerful smell was annihilating whatever little doubt she had left, as the modified pheromones pushed her lust to ever higher limits.

Her pussy gushed, her mind melted, and her body trembled.

Meanwhile, Elora had turned into her smaller form and was flying next to Anne's ear. "There's a good girl," Elora purred devilishly. "Remember this, Anne. Your master's pleasure, is your pleasure."

Anne hazy mind no longer had the mental acuity to argue with the fairy. So she simply nodded slowly, storing the information away somewhere, while her hand finally gripped the base of Erik's fleshy pole.

"Do you feel that?" Elora whispered in Anne's ear. "Can you feel the throbbing power inside? You'd be helpless against that, wouldn't you? You'd cum, over, and over, and over again, turning you into nothing but an orgasmic puddle of pleasure. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Anne's fierce independence wanted to scream no, but the lust assaulting her mind made her nod instead. "Y— Yeah…" she mumbled absentmindedly. "I want that…"

Victoriously, Elora grinned as she continued weaving her enticing rhetoric, "Of course you do. But remember, you are not a wife, you are a servant. Your duty is to please him, not the other way around. Do a good job, however, and he might reward you. If that's not what you want, you should stop now."

At that reminder, the spiteful, angry, and independent part of Anne's mind did one more attempt at a comeback… but failed.

"H— How do I do that?" she gulped, her voice hoarse with desire, and her eyes continuing to fixate on the pole her left hand was grabbing.

"Well, your master and his wife just had sex. If you want to earn a reward, you could start with cleaning him up," Elora whispered domineeringly.

Anne gulped again, as thoughts about how that strange, yet delicious smelling cock would taste. She barely even thought about it, before she started bending forward, and took the tip between her lips.

At that point, Elora quickly flew up in Erik's view and did two thumbs up, underscored by a wide, victorious grin, before quickly going down again to give Anne more directions, straight from an honorary succubus's mouth.

Erik chuckled at Elora's behaviour. He had basically been reduced to a prop at this point, but he didn't mind. Not only did Anne's warm mouth feel great, but he loved watching Elora corrupt someone into willingly falling into debauchery with them.

"I've never seen Elora like this," Astrid spoke in awe of the big-sister-wife in her polyamorous marriage to Erik. "I mean, I know she's always had a dominant streak, she certainly showed that when we were with my mother, but… this is something else."

She looked sceptically at Erik, "And she certainly doesn't act that way with you."

Casually enjoying the pleasure Anne and Emma were giving him, Erik sighed softly while he explained. "Elora is a perfect switch," he shrugged nonchalantly. "She loves to both dominate, and be dominated, depending on the person."

Astrid grinned playfully, "Uhuh, and which people does she like to be dominated by?"

"Only me, of course," Erik chuckled with a hint of arrogance. But then his arrogance deflated, and he smirked a little, "Although, dominate is really a big word in her case. She hasn't ever truly submitted, and I wouldn't want her to, either."

While they talked, Anne was slowly taking more of his cock inside, and although she was clearly inexperienced, Elora's tips were quickly helping her improve.

Anne's pussy was leaking like waterfall, but she wasn't touching it right now, because of Elora's words about prioritizing her master's pleasure.

But now that her mouth was filled with half of Erik's length and his tip was prodding the entrance to her throat, Elora whispered in her ear again, "Touch yourself now. Feel how wet you are for him and make yourself moan and tremble. The sound, and cramping of your throat, will increase your master's pleasure."

Instantly, her hand flew towards her cut, and she buried three fingers inside, causing her to moan deliciously.

At the same time, Elora's eyes flashed as she activated the power of the Bond of Service. "Good girl. Now, relax your throat, and swallow."

The chains around Anne's soul moved, Elora's order resonated in her mind, and her body obeyed. Ignoring the gag-reflex, her actions instantly caused Erik's cock to lodge itself fully into her powerful, elastic, Runebound throat.

But Anne barely seemed to notice. Her eyes rolled up in her head as even more pleasure assaulted her brain. Her tongue desperately massaged his cock, while her fingers furiously worked on her snatch. Her moans tickled the intruder in her throat, while her trembling muscles cramped around it.

She couldn't breathe, of course, but as a second ranked Runebound, she could hold her breath for an exceptionally long time.

Erik groaned slightly at the sudden influx of pleasure as he rested his head on the headboard of his bed with a soft grin on his face.

"There, there," Elora smirked as she patted Anne's head. "Doesn't that feel right? Everything is now as it should be. You are finally happy, and the pieces you've been looking for are falling into place. This is where you belong. If you agree, then cum now."

Whether actually by Elora's order or not, Anne hit the right spot between her folds, and her eyes flew open wide.

Her body trembled wildly; her throat cramped uncontrollably. She screamed her pleasure into Erik's crotch, while her hand was forced out of her cunt by the powerful explosion of fluids squirting out from it.

Endless pleasure assaulted her, and she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole Elora had created for her.

Finally, after squirting out a bucket load and everyone began to think it would never end, she finally sagged down to the bed, Erik's cock still lodged in her throat.