A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing-Chapter 728 - A dynamic relationship***

It should come as no surprise that the throne might as well be indestructible to third-rankers, but Astrid certainly did her best to try to test that hypothesis.

Heavy thumps reverberated around the hall as the powerful Runebound vampire rode her husband’s cock as if she was possessed. She definitely had a voyeurism kink, but that only meant she’d be extra pent-up by the time it was her turn, and she needed a way to release the pressure...

Fortunately, Erik had no reason not to let her. He usually preferred taking a more active role, but seeing Astrid’s lean body with lightly defined muscles hopping up and down in front of him was not something he cared to interrupt.

He grinned, pleasure vibrating from his lower body. His eyes watched her short, strawberry-blond hair dance, and her modest tits bounce. She panted and moaned; he occasionally grunted when she came down on his lap particularly hard.

His hands roamed her hips, tight stomach, and firm breasts. Only occasionally did he thrust upward a little, content to be in the passive seat for once.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, his tone smug. He knew she’d already cum once, even though you wouldn’t be able to tell from anything except the spasming of her inner walls. Her expression never changed, and her pace never faltered.

"Of course... I ammm...!" she groaned, her hands gripping her own knees as she fucked him from a crouching stance, her feet planted just beside Erik’s legs. "You know... perfectly well... the effect... this stupid cock of yours has!" Her last words came out as almost a howl, as she had another small orgasm.

Her body bounced so fast it would be hard for any mortal human to keep track of, as she deliberately smashed the entrance of her womb against his tip, craving the slight twinge of pain to accompany the pleasure.

Erik chuckled. Astrid was definitely the most sexually dominant among his wives, at least with him. Elora and Emily had their own thing, but they were more interested in dominating other women. Not because they were attracted to them, but simply for the feeling of control and power it gave.

Astrid, however, wasn’t interested in that. She believed in the right of the strong and, currently, she was the strongest of Erik’s wives—at least in pure combat.

Of course, that also meant she sometimes needed a reminder of who was stronger between Erik and herself.

"Kiss me," Erik demanded, a slight smirk spreading on his lips as he looked up at her crimson eyes.

"C— Come and get it!" she growled aggressively, obviously unwilling to interrupt her pacing.

But that wasn’t good for him. With a grin, he extended one of his hands and grabbed the back of Astrid’s neck. "I think you’re forgetting I’m still stronger than you," he said, and forcefully yanked her lips to his, finally interrupting her pace.

Astrid’s eyes widened, her hips finally stopping as she moaned into his mouth. At first, she resisted, but it wasn’t long before she realised she couldn’t escape his grip, and meekly leaned into it. One of Erik’s hands was still behind her head, while the other was pressing on her lower back. There was no way for her to escape.

Astrid was surely powerful, but most of it came from pure technique, relentless training, and extreme talent. Plus, her expertise was in agility, not pure strength. Thus, even though Erik would have more trouble defeating her in actual combat, in a pure contest of strength, he’d win every time.

So, having captured her, Erik forced her into a possessive kiss that lasted several full minutes. At the same time, he’d started thrusting upward, eventually pulling another orgasm out of her. This time, her reaction was more visceral, as her body trembled, and her eyes fluttered.

When she was done moaning into his mouth, Erik finally released her lips. "You’re mine," he whispered, grinning. "Now, and forever."

With Astrid’s past of longing after Erik when he was still in love with Edda, these words made her feel better than anything else he could have said at this moment.

"Y— Yeah..." she whispered back, gently, almost meekly—a far cry from the amazonian riding him just before.

"Don’t think you can become stronger than me, Astrid," he continued with a wide, challenging smirk. "I love turning you meek far too much."

With those words, some of the submissiveness in Astrid’s eyes disappeared to be replaced with playful defiance. "I’ll keep trying, though..." she panted, her chin resting on his chest as she looked up at him. "One day, you’ll be the one whimpering weakly for me..."

"Heh, don’t count on it!" Erik answered confidently. "But I love that you’ll continue trying!"

Before she could respond, he reached forward and roughly spanked her impossibly tight ass. "Now, get back up, but this time, I want you to ride me gently. Focus on my pleasure, rather than your own. Also, interlock your hands behind your head so I can get a better view of your beautiful body."

She nearly growled like a wild animal at him, but with another spank and a threatening stare, she turned meek again. Despite her defiance, however, she loved every second of this, as proven by her spasming folds around his cock. She would love overpowering and dominating Erik, but she equally loved being overpowered and dominated by him instead.

Seeing she’d turned more agreeable, Erik released her, and Astrid slowly sat back up with a sigh. Now smiling at him with playful love, she interlocked her hands behind her head, straightened her back, and started bouncing on his cock again.

This time, however, she did it slowly. Not only did she focus on squeezing her pelvic muscles just right, but she also swayed and danced on his lap, rather than merely bouncing.

"Am I serving you properly now, my beloved, powerful husband...?" she asked, part playful, part serious.

"Indeed," Erik chuckled. He luxuriated in her efforts and felt his already approaching orgasm come closer with every movement she made. "I’m cumming soon. Be a good wife, and catch it all in your womb, okay?"

Astrid giggled and nodded. "Anything you want..."

Moments later, he grunted and unloaded into her swaying body. At the same time, Astrid came again as well, a wide smile on her beautiful, blood-red lips.

Yet, even now, Erik wasn’t satisfied. He glanced at Elora with a mischievous smirk. "Alright, girls. It’s time for you two to join my kitty-slaves on the floor. I want a line-up in front of me."

Elora and Astrid cocked eyebrows, then glanced at their fellow sister-wives, still kneeling obediently in front of the throne, cum-covered asses in the air. Finally, they glanced at each other again and smirked.

They were going to do as he demanded, but gave it their own spin. Rather than kneel next to the other two, they climbed on top of them. Astrid positioned herself to loom over Emily, and Elora over Naeku.

There were no complaints from either girl. After all, Naeku was still under Emily’s spell, and the sexual hierarchy between Astrid and Emily had already been established previously. Thus, the goth grumbled a little, but let the vampire do as she wished.

Soon, Erik was presented with a delectable square of four exposed pussies and asses. Grinning, his cock still hard, he stepped up to the challenge...

They had sex for another few hours before everyone was finally exhausted and the celebration came to an end.