Some hours later, Erik felt himself slowly coming back to consciousness. Before he opened his eyes, he felt a weight on his chest and soft skin enveloping his surprisingly hard member. A gentle smile appeared on his lips as he realised what was happening.

He slowly opened his eyes to meet the brightly smiling face of Emma looking up at him from the top of his chest. Short as she was, she was scooted down far enough for her thighs to wrap themselves around his cock and slowly rub it up and down. This meant her face was at least a few inches away from Erik's, still.

"Good morning, Master," she chirped mischievously, knowing what she was doing.

"Good morning, Emma," he smirked, wrapping his arms around her body and entwining his fingers on top of her lower back. "I guess I still can't wake up earlier than you, even after the week you had."

The fact that she appeared chipper as ever surprised Erik a little, but it was also perfectly in line with what he'd come to expect of her.

She'd gone through a week of no sleep, spending her time in a trance-like autopilot while her body was relentlessly teased, only to come to her senses just in time to be fucked into fainting by Erik's new ability. She'd be perfectly justified in needing a little more time to recover, even considering her third-rank Arcanist status, yet here she was acting as if nothing had happened.

Emma giggled cutely and shrugged. "A good maid should always rise before her Master. That's what the head maid of my parents' estate always said."

Erik cocked a curious eyebrow, as this was something he'd wondered about before. "Is that where you got all these rules about the life of a maid?"

As they talked, neither of them acknowledged the fact that Emma continued rubbing her thighs up and down his shaft, brushing her bare pussy against his tough flesh.

Emma shrugged again. "I suppose so. Though Mom wasn't as absent as Dad was, it was still mostly the maids taking care of us, and I liked asking questions."

Erik looked at her with interest, not really sure why this hadn't come up before. "Is that when you awakened an interest in that kind of life?"

For a moment, Emma's brightness dipped slightly. A cute pout appeared. "I… suppose so. My parents loved me and Big Em, but they also expected a lot from us. I saw the way Big Em clashed with them over it, and I didn't want that, so I tried to be what they expected… perhaps to such an extent as to even try and make up for Big Em."

She shook her head and looked down at Erik's chest with another shrug. "I didn't really enjoy it, though… The life of our estate's maids seemed far more appealing to me." She looked back up at Erik again, smiling brightly once more. "I guess I prefer the responsibility of taking care of rather than being someone important."

Smirking lightly, Erik lifted a hand to gently cup Emma's cheek. "I'm afraid your current position kind of makes you both. I hope you don't mind, because I don't intend to let you stop being my wife."

Emma giggled, her eyes shining with love. "Hehe, I wouldn't want to! And it's fine, anyway. Elora and Naeku will bear the biggest responsibilities that come with being the Emperor's wives…" Planting a loving kiss on the palm of his hand and pressing her thighs together a little stronger, she smiled. "I'll just focus on taking care of you!"

Chuckling, Erik caressed her back as he moved his hand back to her lower back. "And I appreciate it…" But then he looked at her a little more sternly. "I do hope you don't follow these rules too rigidly, though. I don't care about the rest of the world, but for the sake of our relationship, it might be a good idea to make up some rules of your own for being a maid-wife."

Although he was prepared for her to be surprised, resistant, or even insulted, what he got was a bittersweet sigh and a nod. "I know…" she muttered with a wry smirk.

Before Erik could respond, she looked up at him with a mischievous glance. "I mean, I know we still need to talk about this more thoroughly, but spoiler alert: I liked what we did this week."

Though Erik had somewhat known that, he still felt relieved, causing a slight grin to spread on his lips. Yet, once more, Emma continued before he could respond, being a lot more talkative than usual.

"But…" she sighed, her thighs still moving, "I'm not like my sister. I don't like being punished or even rewarded, really. Being your wife and your maid is all the reward I want or need. I just want to take care of you, and I'd rather we do this again sometimes for fun."

Erik felt a burst of love and joy at her words. The slight grin he had before widened to twice its previous size. How could it not after hearing something so cute? "I lov—"

"Shh," Emma interrupted him with a pout, pressing a finger against his lips. "I know, I love you, too, but that's not important right now. This is serious! I don't want to be punished, but I'll feel like I need to if you're not being properly taken care of. Yet, I also need to train to keep up with you, and occasionally fulfil wifely duties that don't overlap with the maid ones!"

She tapped her finger on Erik's chest to underscore how important this was to her. It did help a little, because her stern frown was cuter than she probably intended.

"That's why I've come to a decision!" she continued at the same time, her voice full of determination. "I need help! I need two more maids who can pick up the slack and take care of you when I can't! One might be enough technically, but two could alternate shifts so they can still train."

Erik blinked, a little taken aback. "I, uh… You know I don't really need constant looking after, right? I can ju—"

He let his voice trail off wryly as a smirk appeared on his lips because of the dark expression passing over Emma's usually bright face. "I mean… you've really thought deeply about this, huh…?" he muttered sheepishly, deciding this was not a battle he needed to fight.

His beloved second wife's expression immediately cleared up again. "Yes!" she nodded, smiling brightly once more. "So much, in fact, that I've already got my first candidate!"