Curious about her new capabilities, Erik nodded at Emily, his eyes roaming Naeku's face. "Alright, go on. But remember that I'm still connected to Naeku through our bond. If I feel serious resistance from her, you'll stop immediately."

"Hehe, as you wish, Master," Emily giggled with gleeful delight before focusing back on Naeku. Meanwhile, an equally curious Elora had made her way back to Erik's right arm rest, thus sandwiching him between the beautiful naked bodies of herself and Astrid.

Still pressing one hand on the armour above Naeku's heart, Emily used the other to move Naeku's near-slack head, so that they looked each other in the eyes. "Do you still feel uncomfortable with the idea of taking your clothes off in front of us? To have sex with your husband while your sisters are present?"

Her voice was like an alluring purr, and Erik could see how much the dominant and sadistic side of her loved the power she had over Naeku right now.

"N— No…?" Naeku whispered, her tone strangely absentminded, as if her thoughts were elsewhere. She actually leaned into Emily's touch a little, her eyes now filled with strange emotions as they looked at Emily.

"Good girl," Emily snickered, before cocking an eyebrow. "So, if not uncomfortable, then how do you feel?"

Naeku's lips parted several times, but no sound came out yet. Her unfocused, usually fierce yellow eyes stared docilely into Emily's intense black and crimson ones. Finally, she answered: "G— Good… calm… h— hard to think… hot…?"

Emily's eyes shone. "Oh, well then you'd better take that armour off, huh?"

Almost instantly, Naeku's armour disappeared back into her storage jewellery, and all that was left was the belly-dancer-like outfit she wore under it. The choker around her neck also made its reappearance, clearly reading 'Sir's princess'.

She was still an absolutely gorgeous young woman, with wide hips and shoulders, but slim curves and a narrow waist. Her bronze skin glistened, and her dark hair flowed freely. Combined with the outfit, she looked like the most exquisite of Arabian beauties, and Erik's hungry eyes devoured the sight.

"Good girl," Emily praised her, but didn't bother looking at her body. Although she appreciated Naeku's beauty, she wasn't interested. No, she was definitely sexually excited by what she was doing, but it had to do with the control she had over Naeku right now, not anything else.

Before Emily could continue, Elora suddenly spoke up. "Wait, before you go on, can you tell us a little more about what you did to her? I can see this is different from normal, but is she still technically enslaved?"

Emily glanced at Elora, annoyed at being interrupted, and Erik could immediately see she was going to be stubborn. "Do as she says, Emily," he smirked. "I'm also curious."

He still couldn't feel any serious resistance from Naeku, so he didn't mind letting this go on. Actually, he was a little surprised by it. Currently, Naeku's emotions ranged from fascination to surreal to, surprisingly, lust.

As soon as he spoke up, Emily's expression completely changed from annoyance to delighted pride and obedience. "Of course, Master!"

"Basically," she explained, "I've suppressed her thoughts and feelings partially, but not completely. It should be like she's wrapped in a thick, comfortable layer of cloud, where only her deepest and most powerful thoughts and feelings can reach her!"

"Also," she continued excitedly, and lifted the hand she'd previously placed on top of Naeku's heart to spank Naeku's bubble butt over her clothes.

"Aaahnnn."

A deep moan escaped Naeku's lips, her eyes fluttering, her knees shaking. Erik felt a burst of pleasure rising through his bond with her, making him even more curious.

"Hehe," Emily giggled at the result. "Our little princess isn't as much of a masochist as I, but it's in there, and I've turned it up to eleven right now!"

She made Naeku look back into her eyes again, before finishing. "Finally, as for the enslavement part… if you are my obedient little slave right now, Naeku, then call me mistress."

Finally, Erik felt a burst of resistance from his bond with Naeku, but Emily's spell was merciless.

"M— Mistress…" Naeku whispered in that same absent-minded tone.

Erik hesitated. He felt resistance from Naeku, but it wasn't particularly strong. Right now, the lust she felt was higher, and Erik decided to let things go on for as long as that was true.

Personally, he didn't mind Naeku being under the control of another right now, for the simple fact that the one in control was, practically, under his control as well. Although nothing actually forced Emily's obedience, he knew that even the very idea of disobedience was akin to anathema for her at this point.

A fact Emily quickly proved with action.

After Naeku called her mistress, Emily's glee rose to new heights. Yet, rather than revel in that, she grinned excitedly and jumped behind Naeku. From there, she grabbed the young princess's chin and forced her to look at Erik, much like Elora had done earlier.

"Good girl, your answer pleased me," she whispered in Naeku's ear, sending a shiver down the princess's back. "But, remember. Both of us serve our husband first and foremost. Since he is my master, and I am your mistress, that makes him your master, as well. Understood?"

This time, Erik was curious to learn that there was no spike in resistance from Naeku, this time. In fact, her previous resistance lowered a little as she whispered, her hazy eyes focused on Erik, "Y— Yes… Master…"

"Good girl," Emily whispered again, her eyes now focused on Erik as well. "Now, tell me, do you still feel hot?"

Naeku gulped, her eyes brimming with suppressed emotions. "Y— Yes…" she muttered softly. "G— Got… worse…"

"Oh my," Emily giggled, as if surprised. One hand travelled down to Naeku's lower stomach and felt the heat coming off it. "What a bad little princess you are…" she continued gleefully. "Do you know how bad girls like you and I get rid of our heat?"

Naeku's body began to tremble. Erik felt a small spike of resistance from her, but also a surge of lust that fully overwhelmed it.

"N— No…?" she whispered, her eyes still focused on Erik.

Emily's grin widened. "Then let me tell you…" she explained lustfully. "When bad girls like us feel hot, we need our master to tame that heat. To discipline and punish us until we learn that the heat we feel belongs to him, as does everything else."

She looked at Erik again, her eyes shining. "In this case, we can be lucky that our master is also our husband, who loves us, and whom we love in return. So, how do you think we can get his help in getting rid of this heat?"

Naeku gulped, her arms slack and hanging by her side as her upper body leaned a little closer in Erik's direction. "W— We… ask…?" she muttered, still in that absentminded tone.

Obviously enjoying this situation far too much, Emily giggled and shook her head. "Almost, my little princess-slave. But not exactly…"