A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

With three fingers buried inside, her other hand squeezing her breasts, and her legs draped over the chair's armrests, Astrid was rapidly fingering herself to the next orgasm. Already there was a small puddle in front of her, proof of how much she enjoyed watching Erik and her mother.

As soon as Liv surrendered to Erik, she muttered in a slightly crazed tone, "E— Erik wins… aaaaghn… m— my husband is s— stronger than… hnnngh… my mother! Hehehe."

As soon as she realized that, she plunged her fingers further in and came once again, a silly smile on her face. Liv and Astrid were both fighters, and strength was important to them. They weren't inherently submissive or dominant over others, rather, they let relationship dynamics be determined by strength. Any kind of strength was fine; physical, mental, sexual.

Thus, when Erik walked up to her, his cock still hard and smeared with her mother's juices as proof of his victory, she felt her mind tremble. He looked at her with predatory eyes, and her thoughts turned far more submissive than they ever had before with Erik.

Before, he was simply more powerful than her, but now he'd proved to be more powerful than the person she had looked up to her entire life as being the strongest person in existence.

So she gulped and looked at him with hazy eyes, not stopping her fingers, waiting for his words.

"Your mother is mine, Astrid," he began, with a low growl, to which Astrid simply nodded slowly. "And today, you will become mine too. I've waited long enough."

He'd given Astrid her time, despite knowing they both loved each other, but he had enough of waiting. Liv was freed and clearly on board with their marriage, which they would do either tomorrow or the day after, but right now, they were both naked and horny and he intended to make use of that situation.

Astrid's eyes widened nervously, but she didn't object. Instead, she gulped and nodded slowly once again, "O— Okay."

With her acceptance, Erik's possessive grin widened, "Good. Start by cleaning me up. It's your fault I'm even in this situation, after all."

If possible, Astrid's eyes widened even more while her fingers finally slowed down. Her gaze trailed down to his hard cock, and she gulped again. The smell of it filled her nostrils as the pheromones fogged her mind a little.

She wanted to follow his order, but there was a mental barrier she had to cross about sucking the cock that was just inside her mother. Fortunately, it was a surprisingly small one.

She didn't answer him, and it took a few moments, but in the end, she removed her fingers out of her snatch, and sat up on the chair. Now with her face right in front of the weapon that had defeater her mother. Erik decided to simply watch her, as he was enjoying her surprisingly submissive behavior.

First she took a deep whiff and shuddered a little. Then, she extended her tongue and took a careful lick of the meaty pole, tasting her mother's juices for the first time. Once again she shuddered a little. She recognized the taste of his cum, but this time it was fixed with a new flavor.

'Ugh,' she groaned inwardly as her eyes rolled up a little in her head. 'I love this taste… how am I even going to look Mom in the eye anymore?'

Seeing her intoxicated state made Erik chuckle, but he was also growing impatient. Grabbing Astrid's strawberry-blond hair, he started guiding her movements. Soon, the strong-willed fighter was licking his cock clean from base, to tip, and even his balls received some attention.

Erik shuddered a little from her attentions, although perhaps more from the idea of Astrid doing this than the actual sensations.

Finally, his little brother sparkled again, and Erik released Astrid's hair. Surprisingly, Astrid than grabbed it with both hands, and wrapped her lips around the tip. Erik couldn't stop a groan from leaving his lips when Astrid started suckling softly, slowly coaxing any remaining cream out of his shaft while looking up at him submissively.

Finally, she released him with a pop, before showing him her empty mouth. Closing her lips, she grinned up at him playfully, apparently having lost her earlier daze, but still feeling a little servile.

"Did I do good, husband?" she purred softly, knowing perfectly well what she was doing.

"Yes," he sighed slightly. But then his predatory grin reappeared, and he crouched down to throw Astrid over his shoulder, "But if you think that convinced me to give up on my plans, you're sorely mistaken!"

Astrid yelped, but loved his aggressiveness, a big grin on her face. She had felt a little anxious earlier, but as the moment approached she actually found herself getting excited.

When he reached the bed, Erik dropped his fiancé right next to her mother, causing a dazed Liv to groan and quickly awaken. "W— What?" she muttered, before noticing the new situation. Immediately, she started grinning and struggling against her bonds again, "Oh! Is it happening now? Let me go, I want to help!"

Astrid didn't react to her mother's words as all her focus was on Erik now, but Erik looked at Liv suspiciously, "Are you going to behave?"

Liv grinned playfully, but with a hint of obedience, "You beat me fair and square, I'm yours to command… for now."

Erik grinned back at her, "I like your principles… so long as they include loyalty."

Believing the strong should rule the weak was fine, but what happened when they met someone stronger than the person they currently served? That was when beliefs needed to be tempered by loyalty.

Without waiting for her answer, he snapped his fingers, undoing her bindings.

Meanwhile, he crawled on the bed, and softly caressed Astrid's legs as he positioned himself between them. Astrid moaned softly, her eyes focused entirely on him.

Next to her, Liv rubbed her cold wrists and smiled, "Without loyalty and family we have nothing. You have and are mine, so you have nothing to worry about."