CHAPTER 824: CHAPTER 824 - A PRETTY NORMAL SCENE

While Zahra started reluctantly showing Elora around the palace so the fairy could search for knowledge, Erik and Emma appeared in the former’s dimension, their home.

They turned to look at each other. Desire sparked in both their eyes, a shy blush appearing on Emma’s cheeks. She couldn’t hold Erik’s gaze for long, bowing her head a little despite the anticipation leaking from her body with slight tremors.

Erik grinned at her display. It got him excited... but he knew her behaviour wasn’t entirely genuine. His bond with her gave him insight into her true state of mind, which was certainly excited, but it was also far calmer than her current behaviour would suggest.

So then why did she do it? Why... because she knew exactly what would get her husband-master the most excited, of course.

He stepped closer and used a curled finger to lift her chin up. Her hot breath intermingled with his as he looked into her heterochromatic eyes. Both her white and green eyes were slightly wet and filled with desire as her thighs rubbed against each other.

They stayed like that for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes. Just over one month ago—which somehow felt like much longer than that—just after Erik’s marriage to Naeku and before Emma went into seclusion, they’d given each other assignments for this day.

Erik had asked her to decide on a reward for reaching the third rank, and Emma had countered with a desire for punishment. Despite Erik’s assurances, she’d insisted she deserved punishment for neglecting her self-assigned duties as his maid-wife.

"Have you decided on your reward...?" he asked, his voice low and filled with hunger. There was no doubt in his mind that it would involve sex. After all, although all of his wives had healthy sex drives, it was the Ashcroft sisters who easily rose above the rest.

Even Emma, who often went from elegant and composed to cute and innocent to occasionally playful—not discounting her occasional bouts of sounding like a stern mother—actually hid a mind that regularly drifted towards sex.

"Yes, Master..." she whispered in a husky tone. "Have you decided on my punishment...?"

Smirking, Erik nodded slowly. He had, and it actually took a little effort on his part to think of something. After all, this punishment was not exactly the same as what he usually gave to her elder sister.

It’d started off somewhat more serious, but at this point, Emily’s punishments were all play and part of their regular intercourse... but Emma wanted to feel like she’d really been punished. Although Erik still didn’t really know why Emma took the maid stuff so seriously, his bond with her told him as much.

On the other hand, Erik still wanted to ’punish’ her in a way that she’d actually enjoy—secretly or otherwise—at the end of it, even if she still felt like she’d been punished.

So, he had to strike a much more careful balance compared to what he usually got up to with Emily—especially because the younger sister didn’t enjoy light pain and humiliation in the same way the older one did.

Still, he believed he’d found the answer. He believed there was one thing Emma enjoyed that they hadn’t fully explored yet... and decided this was a good time to test it.

At Erik’s nod, a hint of nerves actually spilt over into Emma’s eyes... but it quickly disappeared again—drowned out by desire, determination... and a hint of curiosity. A part of her wanted to see exactly what Emily always got so excited about, even knowing she wouldn’t enjoy it as much.

She parted her lips again, but Erik was faster. "Tell me first," he ordered sternly.

Emma pouted a little. Being a little over a head shorter than Erik, she still managed to look up at him with some defiance. Yet, she still relented and told him first.

When she was done, Erik’s eyes had widened. He was stunned into silence for a moment. Emma, pout-smirking mischievously, squirmed a little under his stunned gaze, her chin still held by him. "That’s..." he eventually muttered, a little bewildered. "Are you sure?"

"I— If you have the time for it..." Emma muttered, her breath growing heavier. "I— I know its weird, but... I really want to experience it... just once... just to see how it feels." She didn’t say she might want to do it more often if she liked it, but the implication was there.

Erik blinked a few times. He wasn’t going to say it wasn’t weird, because it was, but that didn’t need to be a bad thing.

After taking a moment to longer to process her request, he eventually sighed and grinned at her. "Nothing wrong with being a little weird, Emma. Being normal is boring, and I love you just the way you are."

His pause had caused her to grow a little anxious, but now her lips curled up into a wide smile. "So...?" she asked, her eyes twinkling, her breath ragged with lust.

"Sure," Erik nodded with a soft chuckle. "I have some research to do, anyway. Would that work?"

Emma nodded eagerly, excitement rising in her eyes. "Y— Yes! That’s perfect!"

"Then that’s what we’ll do," Erik grinned before leaning forward to kiss her with passionate hunger. Taking his hand off her chin, he instead wrapped her into his embrace, pressing her soft, supple curves against his body. Emma’s hands wrapped around his head.

When their lips separated, Erik leaned forward a little further to whisper in her ear... "As it so happens... your punishment will fit perfectly with this reward."

Emma’s breath hitched in her throat... and her body trembled lightly when she heard how he wanted to modify her reward. Though whether from excitement or genuine fear, she wasn’t sure.

Either way, she had no objections.

***

Two days later, Erik was lounging in his dimension’s library. He was seated comfortably in one of the large chairs there, dressed only in a pair of harem pants.

In his left hand, he held a slab of stone, which was one of the data slates they’d found in the facility under Enkare Nkai. This book was related to the method they’d created for solving the problem of his Elorium core, and he was doing some final research before doing the deed.

On a table on his left was a stack of more books and slates, some related to the same thing, others related to forging.

In his right hand, he held a cup of tea that he comfortably sipped while using his omnisense to read the slate.

All in all, this seemed like a pretty normal scene... until you looked to his right.