Naeku's eyes widened as soon as Elora's words entered her ears. "W— Wait, wha—?"

Whoosh

Having already been given broad permission, Eira didn't need it now and didn't hesitate to follow Elora's orders.

With a flash of light, they appeared back in the earlier hall. This time, the lecterns were gone, and light filled the space. The hall was grand and imposing, but not very large. It was perhaps a few dozen steps in length, with pillars and adornments littering the sides, and a couple of burning braziers providing light.

Most surprising was the lack of doors in this place. The intention for every movement between rooms to be through teleportation was obvious. 'Perhaps some kind of security measure?' Erik muttered in his mind. 'Surely they weren't simply lazy?'

Two more flashes near them pulled him from his thoughts, as Emily and Astrid made their appearances. Since they'd been teleported rather suddenly, they flinched. "Eh?!" they both cried out in alarm, their gazes zooming around the room.

"Oh…" they muttered when realising the situation. As soon as they saw Elora on Erik's shoulder, they both smirked.

"Glad to see things worked out," Astrid commented with a stiff shrug, doing her best to seem indifferent.

"Yeah, I guess," Emily nodded with fake indifference. "Wouldn't want master to be depressed over losing our 'big-sister'."

They both tried hiding their relief at Elora's survival, but failed miserably. This caused both Erik and the fairy to grin a little. The relationship between these girls and Elora had improved significantly over the last few months, but neither Astrid nor Emily was very good at emotions, and still had trouble showing this improvement.

Meanwhile, Naeku was still at a loss over what was happening, and Erik had already been convinced by Elora to take a seat on Naeku's new throne. Naked. "This is quite comfortable," he grinned with satisfaction. The throne was wide, tall, and made of stone, but possessed several thin yet extremely comfortable pillows.

At the same time, he noticed Eira was not in the room with them, but he could feel her looking at them attentively from somewhere. 'Little voyeur,' he smirked to himself.

Then, after Astrid and Emily appeared, Elora also got naked, sized her body up, and took an elegant pose on Erik's right armrest, grinning at her three sister wives.

Naturally, Astrid and Emily quickly got the message and shared Elora's grin. "Oh, I see what's happening here," Astrid chuckled. "We're celebrating!"

Emily giggled as well, and they both instantly lost their clothes as well. The two of them, including Naeku, stood about halfway down the hall, a dozen steps away from the throne.

Realising everyone was losing their clothes and Erik was sitting on her new throne, Naeku's eyes only widened further after Elora's original declaration. "Wha— What is happening?!" she muttered, a little panicked, and very embarrassed, as she flinched away from Emily and Astrid.

She looked over at Erik on the throne. "T— That's my— I— I mean…" she stammered, not sure how to finish her sentence.

"Hehe," Emily giggled gleefully as she stretched her voluptuous, sensual body for Erik's viewing pleasure. "Look at our newest sister, Astrid. Isn't she cute?"

Astrid was also busy putting her lean, powerful body on display, but glanced at Naeku with a cocked eyebrow. "Yeah, kind of. Were we ever this flustered at the start?"

Chuckling, Emily shook her head. "No way! Personally, I was just a little ball of anger and corruption that needed to be tamed. You and Emma may not have taken the same road as me, but you were pretty open-minded, right?"

Before Astrid could respond, Emily looked back at Naeku again. "Don't worry, Naeku. Master's cock will burn your shame away soon enough."

"Heh, yeah," Astrid nodded, even as she already started walking over to the throne with confident steps. "She's wearing our gift under that armour of hers, right? I'm pretty sure she's already well on her way."

Emily watched Astrid go with a slight pout and glanced at Erik. She knew she wasn't allowed to approach until her master gave permission, which was technically something she chose for herself, but to see her current closest friend, rival, and onetime mistress simply go to him stirred a little jealousy inside her.

Jealousy that only fuelled the fires of her masochistic lust…

While Astrid walked over to Erik with an alluring gait and planted her firm ass-cheeks on his left arm rest, Elora had actually taken flight from her own seat and flew over to Naeku with a grin.

She landed in front of the confused, embarrassed girl, and pushed Naeku's chin up with one finger, forcing her to look into her emerald green eyes.

"What's wrong, Naeku?" she purred with enticing dominance. "Did you not suspect there would be times where we'd all serve our husband together?"

Naeku blinked rapidly, her yellow eyes inevitably drawn to the playful confidence and imperial spark in Elora's eyes. "S— Serve? Y— You— I—"

Elora could see what she wanted to ask, and her grin widened. "Of course… Did you think I was any different, underneath it all? I can be assertive at times, but Erik has long since fucked any real sexual defiance out of me."

Elora sighed dramatically, released Naeku's chin, and twirled around the princess to press her firm, naked breasts against the back-plate of Naeku's armour.

"It's my own fault, really," she whispered, now grabbing a flustered Naeku's chin and forcing her to look at the naked Erik on top of her throne. "I made him more dominant, and turned his body into that of a sex god. There was a time where sex between us was more equal, but I was always doomed to fall at the feet of my own creation. Of course, I love every second of it…"

Elora pressed herself a little closer against Naeku's back and now put her lips practically against her ear as the fairy continued her devilish whispers. "Honestly, I'm confident this is the fate of any women who dares step into his bed, you know? I mean, haven't you already given yourself to our husband? Hasn't he declared himself as your dom, and didn't you submit like the good little princess we all know you are?"

She used one hand to point at Erik, even as the other continued holding Naeku's chin from behind. "That may be your throne, but the man sitting on it is your husband, your emperor, and also… your master, when his magnificent cock is exposed. Right now, that's his seat, and we, as his faithful wives, will make sure that throne is covered in his scent, so you never forget who stands above you. So, are you his faithful wife or not?"

Erik watched Elora's manipulation of Naeku with lustful interest. He somewhat wondered how much Elora meant of her words. In his experience, they were mostly still equals during sex, but perhaps she was playing it up?

Beside him, Astrid was also paying close attention, even as one of Erik's hands roamed her body to grope at its curves.

It was time to see how submissive Naeku truly was…