A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing-Chapter 693 - A puddle of devotion

Erik’s gaze panned over to what she was pointing at, and he cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

What he saw there, kind of floating in Anne’s subconscious, was a small puddle of something similar to Nora’s infinite sea of devotion.

Glancing to his side, Elora looked excited on a level several stages below the creation of Elorium, but equally many stages above most other times he’d seen her like this.

"In no text I’ve read, did they explain exactly how a proselytiser convinces others to follow their cause," she muttered, her eyes locked on the puddle that drifted ever closer to Anne’s muddled mind. "Could this be it? Does she infuse her words with a part of her own sea of devotion and create puddles of it in her followers’ minds like this?"

Erik frowned. "That sounds... dangerously overpowered?" he muttered with a hint of concern. Sure, overpowered was good when it was on his side, but what if they encountered another one opposing them? In fact, could the hunters have a proselytiser?

"No need to exaggerate," Elora chuckled, her eyes never leaving the puddle. "First of all, we don’t even know how powerful these puddles are yet. Second, Anne’s mind is in turmoil right now. And third, Anne’s been a receptive mind and has been listening to Nora speak for months now."

She shrugged, her eyes shining with a thirst for knowledge. "Or, perhaps even years! Nora’s nature may have only now chosen a cause to follow, but we don’t know if she somehow primed Anne for conversion during the many years they’ve known each other previously."

She glanced at Erik, her grin widening. "And if that’s the case, imagine how easy it might be for her to convince the entire Enclave back in Norway to revere you?"

Sighing, Erik rubbed his forehead. He did like having women devoted to him, but even Emperor-ship was still new to him, let alone quasi-godhood. He didn’t mind ruling over people, but technically it’d always been more Elora’s dream than his. To him, it sounded like a lot of responsibility for a man who preferred fighting and fucking over ruling.

"Let’s just see what this thing does," he muttered dejectedly, causing Elora to giggle. She knew his thoughts perfectly well, but this was the one time she didn’t care about his feelings. She loved him, she gave her everything to him, and the least he could do for her was learn to love something many would kill for.

Of course, Erik knew this, and he accepted it as fair.

As the minutes ticked on and Anne’s mind reeled against the desire to cum, she became increasingly desperate. Most of her wanted to continue as Erik’s servant, but there was still doubt. Her conviction and willpower weren’t yet powerful enough to hold on for an entire hour, but that was the lack of doubt Erik required of her and Nora.

In her thoughts, and partially through her gag, Anne repeatedly cried out her intentions. It was both a way for her to release some frustration, and an attempt to remove the last remaining doubt inside her.

"I’ll serve my master!" freewebnoveℓ.com

"I’ll be a good girl!"

"I’ll obey your every word!"

"My mind is yours! My heart is yours! My soul is yours!"

"I— I swear I’ll devote my everything to you!"

As Erik and Elora watched this unfold, the former with both excitement and hesitation, the latter with pure glee, the puddle slowly drifted from Anne’s subconscious to her conscious.

Finally, it touched her current thoughts, and Anne gasped behind her gag, eyes wide. Suddenly, whispers of Nora’s voice intermingled in her thoughts as they talked about the various reasons she saw for revering Erik.

Anne visibly hesitated. When the Bond of Service was still in place, Nora’s words made a lot more sense to her. Now, however, they didn’t seem that convincing. Yet, the puddle was persistent.

It wasn’t long before Anne started considering Nora’s words, even if simply to distract herself from the desire to cum. The result was immediate. A tiny sliver of the puddle dissolved into her thoughts, and her eyes widened again. Although she wasn’t sure where it came from, she felt a surge of willpower and devotion in that moment.

Suddenly, her desire to cum was pushed back a little. She had a little breathing room.

It didn’t last long, however.

The desire came back in full force, and it wasn’t long before Anne discovered the link between accepting Nora’s words and feeling these bursts of willpower and clarity. From there, the process was only downhill for her. In her panicked desire to remain as Erik’s servant, she grabbed at any straws she could.

Erik and Elora experienced this process as outside observers with a kind of morbid fascination.

"She’s practically brainwashing herself willingly..." Elora muttered with the curiosity and glee of both a researcher and a ruthless dominatrix.

"I can’t believe all this was happening in an hour’s time," Erik muttered, fascinated and horrified at the same.

Frowning, he scratched the stubble on his chin and tried to decide if he was okay with this.

’Although I don’t mind servitude as a concept, it should be engaged in more or less willingly... so, principally, I am against brainwashing. That said, I guess she’s choosing it somewhat willingly... She’s not one of my wives, either... It’s really just reinforcing the choice she’s already made...’

As he rationalised his way into being okay with this, Elora glanced at him. "Why think so much about it?" she chuckled ruthlessly. "It’s not like you’re watching this happen in real time. These are memories. It’s already happened, and I don’t know of any way to turn it back. The best you can do is not abuse the power she’s giving you."

Sighing deeply, Erik nodded. She was right, of course. This process clashed with his wolf-like instincts of freedom, as well as the morals and values his father tried to pass down to him, but since it already happened, he wouldn’t disrespect her choice.

The result was inevitable. Anne absorbed the entire puddle, thus drowning the last remaining doubt she had. By the end, only devoted determination remained.

Unfortunately, this entire process had taken so long that it was nearly too late. With all doubt gone, she had no idea what she’d even do with her life if she couldn’t serve Erik anymore.

It was around this time when Erik walked into the room and found her desperately crying out the word ’No’. Even her newfound willpower slowly slipped away, and there was no way to know if she would have actually held on for those last few minutes before Erik cut the test short.

"Hehe," Elora chuckled mischievously, seeing this. "Perhaps you made the right choice, after all, my love. I would have hated to have lost Anne after this."

Erik laughed softly. Despite their different levels of ruthlessness, the love between Erik and Elora wouldn’t be strained by something so mundane. Especially because, despite her desires, she actually left most important decisions to Erik.

"Alright, let’s return," he sighed. "I’d like to see how they’re doing."

Smirking and excited, Elora nodded. With a wave of her hand, the illusion ended, and Erik found himself back on the floor in the room he’d picked for his test.

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