CHAPTER 830: CHAPTER 830 - NO MORE QUESTIONS***

Zahra’s morbid curiosity had gotten the better of her when her omnisense infiltrated the most intimate places of Erik and Emma. Erik’s explanation distracted her just enough so that she couldn’t be stopped by her shame. Now, her omnisense was close enough to notice the quivering, denied flesh of Emma’s inner walls.

Erik had realised Zahra’s sexual experience was likely minimal, but he doubted she was inexperienced enough not to know what was going on. She was still a woman, after all. So long as she’d at least pleasured herself with her fingers on occasion, she’d know what it meant for someone to be on the edge.

"Heh, that’s right," he chuckled, praising Zahra for a correct answer. "My Emma does love pleasing me, and proving her ability to me... both of which she’s doing in spades right now."

Zahra couldn’t believe her senses. As Erik suspected, her sexual experience was limited, but not zero. Her senses and instinct told her one thing: were she in Emma’s place, she’d be a twitching puddle by now.

"N— Not that I’d want to be..." she muttered softly, lost in her own world for a second. Her rational mind still questioned why she remained in that room, but other parts of her were firmly in control right now.

"Hmm?" Erik hummed curiously, glancing at her with amusement. He didn’t focus on her long, however, as a soft groan escaped his lips and he looked back at Emma. His second wife was turning up the tempo, even in her current state of mind.

By bucking her hips, pushing her lower body forward, and pulling her upper body back, she was causing Erik to hit new spots while also forcing his cock to bump with the smaller dildo still lodged in her otherwise virgin asshole.

Taking a deep breath, Erik leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure for a moment. He could feel himself approaching the edge, and didn’t care about Zahra’s answer anymore. She could only feel relieved about that.

A strange, charged silence fell. Zahra glanced several times at the door, wondering if it wasn’t time to leave now. Yet, several things compelled her to stay. One question in particular burned at the tip of her tongue.

"How... How is she doing that...?" she muttered softly, her eyes locked on Emma’s form.

Cracking open one eye to look at Zahra, Erik grinned proudly. "A combination of this state of mind she’s put herself in... and simply pure willpower."

He pressed a large hand on Emma’s lower stomach to feel her quivering flesh and burning, denied need. Being confronted with the lengths Emma will go through for him always filled him with mixed feelings—similarly for Emily.

On the one hand, he felt powerful, dominant, and loved, all combining to create an incredible rush that was hard to find anywhere else.

On the other hand, he knew they weren’t doing it solely for him. They also found pleasure in this relationship, but it was more vulnerable. They put themselves and their pleasure in his hands, trusting him to take good care of it. This filled him with a sense of responsibility and love.

Meanwhile, Zahra was strangely impressed and awed. She often dreamed of having a willpower as strong as that, yet found herself lacking just as often. That’s not to say she was weak-minded—she’d faced death unflinchingly, after all—but the willpower Emma displayed here was on another level.

Meanwhile, Erik had started grunting a little. His conversation with Zahra had kept the end at bay a little longer than normal, but now he did find himself approaching that edge.

"If you have any other questions, ask them now," he smirked, his voice a little strained now. "When Emma and I are done, I wish to hear the report I’m sure you came to deliver."

Zahra stayed quiet, fully focused on Emma’s movements. No more questions came, but it looked like she’d become too absorbed in the scene to leave and come back later. Seeing she intended to watch until the finish, Erik chuckled to himself. ’Very curious to see where this ends up going,’ he thought to himself.

Yet, that was the last coherent thought he allowed to distract him from what he was doing. Accessing Emma’s earplugs, he gently used a finger to push her chin up a little and ordered, "Turn around for me."

Her response was immediate. Under Erik’s hungry gaze, she twisted her body around with his cock still lodged inside her. Lightly trembling legs planted themselves on the floor between Erik’s legs so that she now stood bent over, perfect ass pointed at Erik, quivering pussy still filled.

She started bouncing again from this angle, but that wasn’t Erik’s intention. He’d waited long enough now, and he figured it was time to give Emma a little reprieve. Grabbing her hips, he started standing up and bringing Emma with him.

Moments later, he was standing straight and had turned Emma into somewhat of a rag doll. Unlike when he did this with Elora, who could keep herself up with her wings, Emma had none, yet was also too short to keep her feet on the ground when Erik stood straight with his large shaft inside her.

Thus, Emma dangled on his cock, her upper body held up by one of Erik’s hands, grabbing the leader straps. His other hand, meanwhile, rested on his hips as he started thrusting actively now, grunting constantly. Emma’s insides went crazy around his cock while much louder moans and whimpers escaped from her gag, yet she still didn’t cum.

Emma had gone slack in Erik’s arms, and Zahra watched it all with the same morbid fascination and lack of understanding that’d kept her there in the first place.

Erik fucked his wife with powerful thrusts, sending shock waves through her body. Her firm ass trembled whenever his hips smacked against her flesh.

Lust now clouded Erik’s vision as he fully let go. With rapid pistoning, he came closer and closer to his own finish until finally, with a loud grunt, he hilted himself inside her—disappearing far more of his cock into her body than would seem reasonable for her size—and exploded.

Rope after rope of cum finally filled her womb, and Emma had her strongest reaction yet. Even so, she didn’t cum, and her blank stare remained.

When he was done, Erik sighed with satisfaction and fell back into the chair with Emma in his arms and resting against his chest...