CHAPTER 726: CHAPTER 726 - A PERFECT SANDWHICH**

He started gently. Both hands came down on them for a moderate spank on both girls, before immediately kneading their flesh with soft, thundersnow static that was somehow both agitating and relieving for the girls.

They both immediately alternated between moaning and mewling like cats as pleasure and pain rocked their bodies. Erik loved the effect he had on them, but didn’t forget to constantly check his bond with Naeku, as well as remind himself that Emily’s efforts were currently making the princess enjoy this more than she normally would.

He shouldn’t get used to treating Naeku exactly like he did Emily.

After kneading them for a moment, he went back to spanking, but with an extra rule. "Alright, girls. Every time you get spanked, I want you to count, apologise, and state the reason for your punishment. Understood?"

Without waiting for an answer, he brought his hands down again.

"Meow! One! I’m sorry, Daddy! I stepped out of line by threatening Nadia!" Emily’s trembling voice came out as a breathy moan and pleasured mewl.

"Ah! O— One... I’m— I’m sorry for... not taking off my clothes?" Naeku’s response was a distracted, confused moan, however. She even forgot her role as a kitten. Emily’s effect on her mind did a lot of the work, but it couldn’t bridge the gap in experience with a scenario like this—after all, this was far from the first time for Emily.

"Oh?" Erik chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "That’s a little lacklustre, Naenae." He glanced at Emily. "You should teach your fellow kitty-slave better, Emily, or I’ll have to increase your punishment."

A wide grin spread across Emily’s lips, her face mere inches from the floor. The idea of teaching Naeku how to serve him excited her immensely.

She glanced at the woman standing in the same position as her next to her and narrowed her eyes. "Did you hear that? You’re disappointing your master, which means you’re disappointing me! Stay in character! Call him Master! Declare your crime with the force of someone who knows what they did wrong!"

Erik felt a chaotic and muffled brew of emotions through his bond with Naeku. There was confusion and frustration, but also lust and desire. Her addled mind was only barely aware of what was even happening to her, but that parts that were there felt confused about why she felt so much pleasure from this.

Immediately after Emily’s lecture, Erik spanked them again. Emily’s recitation was flawless, and exactly the same apart from the number count. Meanwhile, Naeku’s was a little better, with less stammering.

"T— That’s better, slave," Emily panted, her own mind flooding with endorphins. "But you can still improve! You need a better mindset! Clothes are a privilege for kitty-slaves like us!"

Another spank, and Naeku’s reciting improved a little more.

"M— Meow! That’s it!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes rolling up as her pussy leaked. "F— Feel the pain and pleasure... penetrate your mind! C— Correct your thoughts! Discipline your desires!"

Another spank, and Erik watched with fascination as Emily ramped up her teachings each time. He knew this was her kink, but it was always surprising to him how much she actually got into it.

"Our pain and pleasure belong to our Daddy! Our Master!" Emily cried out, already on the verge of her next orgasm. "D— Don’t forget that, Naeku!"

"Y— Yes, Mistress!" Naeku answered, her voice more determined than before, but still clearly hazy and unfocused.

This continued for a while, until Naeku’s declarations were indistinguishable from Emily’s: "Meow! Fifteen! I’m sorry, Master! Kitty-slaves shouldn’t have shame!"

Meanwhile, Elora and Astrid were both playing with themselves—the former a little more frantically than the latter. While Elora focused on her own clit, Astrid focused on what was actually happening. "It’s always so fascinating to see Emily act this way..." she muttered to herself.

Finally, after twenty spanks, Erik decided they had enough and gently rubbed their red butts with a satisfied grin. "Good girls, your punishment is over now. Which means the time has come to thank your master for disciplining you!"

Before either of them could respond, Erik used his immense strength to lift the two bend-over women and shift them around until they were positioned outside his legs, rather than between them.

At the same time, he closed his legs, rather than having them spread, and positioned Emily and Naeku in such a way that their pert ass cheeks were pressing against each other... and sandwiching his incredibly hard cock.

"I’m sure you two get the idea, so get moving!" he demanded, grinning as he gave them another spank. "I’ve never had this before, but I’m curious what it feels like!"

With neither girl having ever done this before, either, they begun hesitantly. Their butts moved up and down in strange patterns as they experimented with getting the right rhythm, and what brought Erik the most pleasure.

Erik, however, wasn’t so concerned. Whatever they did felt great as their firm, but soft flesh massaged his cock in this double-ass-job-sandwich.

Eventually, Naeku and Emily found angles at which they also rubbed their pussies against his cock and stuck with that, as pleasure now also radiated through them. Erik didn’t mind, as it felt even better.

All the while, Erik’s hands rested on their lower backs, gently guiding their movements, and occasionally motivating them with another spank.

Eventually, Erik’s felt his first load approach, and didn’t feel like holding it back. "There comes your reward girls," he growled, slowly thrusting his hips upward. "Don’t move!"

They did as he ordered, and moments later, his cock exploded like a fountain, covering their asses and lower back in cum.

Erik felt them tremble from pleasure as well, and sighed as his orgasm came to an end.

"Good girls," he growled, and gave them both a last spank. "Now go kneel in front of me, asses up, faces away from me, while I take care of my other wives. They’ve been waiting patiently, because they aren’t greedy kitty-slaves like you two. Don’t you dare clean yourself, either!"

Emily, trembling with humiliating, masochistic pleasure, immediately did as he asked. Soon, she was kneeling down, ass up, face on the floor, a blissful smile on her lips. Meanwhile, Naeku followed her example, a little more robotically.

When they were in place, Emily started whispering more corruption at Naeku, but Erik didn’t pay attention to that anymore.

Rather, he glanced at Astrid and Elora. "Sorry for the wait, my loves. I have plenty of energy left, though, so who wants to go first?" His cock was covered in fluids, but still hard as a refractory period was basically not a thing he had to worry about anymore.

The two of them looked at each other. Between them, Astrid was actually the most composed, with Elora the desperate one, but the fairy’s willpower refused to budge as she wanted to preserve her image as the big sister and empress.

Astrid noticed this and smirked. "Go ahead. I won’t judge, and I enjoy watching, anyway."

"Fine! If you insist!" Elora immediately cried out, flew up, and dumped herself in Erik’s lap. She glared at him with narrowed eyes. "I’m going to fuck you as if I could have died today!" Then she impaled herself on his cock, uncaring for its current state.