A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Astrid had been watching the entire session in that bedroom from the start, although the sigil didn't include any sound, she tried to infer what was said from what she saw.

At first, there appeared to be some argument between Emily and Elora, until Emily was eventually placed in that dark dome. Astrid had no idea what went on there, but Emily appeared to step into it willingly, despite her clear anger.

Naturally, she still had to consider the possibility that everything was staged, but the fact that Emily could get angry at Elora seemed to suggest she still had her own mind intact, which made her happy.

The events that happened afterward, however, seemed to suggest her worst fears coming true, as Emma appeared entirely dominated and subservient.

'Is she actually a slave, just like that Nora woman?' she thought to herself, with fury beginning to boil up inside her.

It's not that she had a problem with enslavement per se, otherwise she would have already raised a stink about Nora. But there was a difference between enslaving a troublemaker to spy for you and enslaving an innocent girl to become your wife.

Her feelings for Erik, or at least, the old Erik, warred with the facts of what she was watching. Tears appeared in her eyes, even as fury filled her mind. It wasn't that she cared so much about Emma, but more that she resented Erik for having become something unrecognizable.

She trembled and cracked her knuckles, on the verge of storming in there to give him a piece of her mind, regardless of the fact she stood no chance against him currently.

But when she was about to stand up from the bed, she noticed the current scene on the sigil stone, which showed Erik and Emma, kneeling in front of each other with love, clear in their eyes, and she halted.

"That…" she mumbled before falling silent and continuing to watch the scene. The scene of Erik lightly choking Emma caused her anger to rise again, but when it was time for Erik to attach the leash, she noticed the happiness and trust in Emma's eyes.

'Am I… jumping to conclusions?' she thought to herself. 'I guess, the Emma on this screen isn't so different from the one I met earlier. Perhaps I just… didn't realize how deep her mindset went.'

So she dropped herself back onto the bed and kept watching. As the scene became more and more intimate, Astrid even started to feel guilty for spying on them, "I shouldn't be doing this," she mumbled to herself. "But I need to know what Erik is like in private."

So, despite her misgivings, she continued to watch. As she did, she began to see the scene, not as Erik forcefully dominating Emma, but as Emma giving herself willingly, and Erik simply fulfilling Emma's fantasy. 'They do look like they're in love…' she thought, with a hint of jealousy.

She put the screen down and turned to look at the ceiling while she put a palm on her forehead. "What right do I have to suspect anything, anyway," she mumbled. "It's not like it's impossible for Emma to really be this way, even if I can't understand it…"

Despite the fact she was beginning to see another side of the scene, she still couldn't imagine herself doing what Emma was doing. 'I don't want to serve him, I want to love him as an equal.' She thought to herself, 'But… that doesn't make Emma's expression of love any worse. So long as it's actually consensual…'

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "It's not like I have the moral high ground here, spying on them like a pervert." She wasn't getting much sexual satisfaction from watching this scene, but that didn't exactly make it better.

At this point, she still kept the possibility of foul play in her mind, but she felt it becoming less likely by the minute. 'What would be the point?' she thought to herself. 'Assuming he did anything to Emma to make her like this, why not just do the same to me? Why the games?'

Suddenly, anger and disgust passed across her face, 'Unless games are the point?' But she quickly shook her head, "No!" she said out loud, "I'm jumping to conclusions again. Until I see actual evidence, I refuse to believe I can't trust him anymore."

She sighed again and sagged back into the luxurious bed's extremely comfortable pillows before she hesitantly picked up the sigil screen again.

Currently, Erik was hugging Emma to his chest with a worried expression as he caressed her hair. Astrid was confused about what was happening, but Erik's expression made her trust in the new him skyrocket.

If she wasn't still slightly concerned this might all be a setup, this would have been enough to restore full trust in the new Erik.

When she tried to discover what happened just before the current scene, she suddenly noticed something white dribble down Emma's chin, just before Elora's magic wiped it all out.

She flushed red at the realization of what happened. She had watched porn too, in the past, after all. She wasn't ignorant of these things.

Despite her embarrassment, and the realization that, if she still kept watching, she really would be a pervert, she couldn't help but look a little lower on Erik's body.

With her mind preoccupied with other things earlier, she hadn't gotten a good look at Erik's member yet. But now, she did. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she gulped. 'T- That small girl… swallowed that… thing… far enough to turn into such a state?' she thought to herself, full of disbelief.

'How can anyone fit such a thing inside any part of their body at all!' she thought, as her hand unconsciously slipped into her pants, only to find her lower area had begun to moisten at the sight of Erik's naked body.

She gulped, and couldn't stop herself from beginning to rub herself a little, and as the scene on the stone continued, her rubbing only increased in intensity.

While the scene of Emma deflowering herself made Astrid stop for a moment, what followed was, at least for the most part, surprisingly wholesome lovemaking that quickly increased Astrid's arousal.

"I really, really shouldn't be doing this," she kept mumbling to herself, even as she continued to watch with rapt attention as her hand moved furiously inside her pants.

Finally, the moment came. She moaned loudly, spasmed a little, and liquid spewed forth from her lower hole.

But she didn't stop there. Erik and Emma kept going, and so did she. Right up until the moment Erik finished inside.

Now, with the sigil stone by her side, Astrid was panting heavily as she dazedly looked at the ceiling. "I can't…believe I…just did that."

Despite her disbelief and slight anger at herself, however, exhaustion was finally beginning to catch up to her. The day had already been far too long, and far too busy. Her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted off to sleep before she even noticed.