A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing-Chapter 692 - Nora and Anne’s ordeal

As Nora and Anne suffered through the aftershocks of their eventual orgasm, Erik closed his eyes.

Although the Bond of Service didn’t directly allow Erik or Elora to look into their servant’s memories, Elora had that capability by virtue of being a fairy. She needed a way to access someone’s soul to do this, either through brute force or an opening, but the newly restored bond was a perfect example of the latter.

Thus, Elora easily accessed their memories and showed Erik how they’d endured the past hour.

"Let’s start with Nora," she chuckled in Erik’s mind. "I’d love to see what was keeping her so calm."

Smirking, he agreed, and immediately felt his mind sink into Nora’s memories. The results amused him.

At first, Nora’s mind was in a jumble for a while, during which she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d done something wrong to deserve this. She did actively feel the difference between having the Bond of Service and not having it, because there was a certain level of instinctive reverence for Erik and Elora that was suddenly lost, but it changed nothing for her.

Actually, that wasn’t true. It did change her reverence for Elora. The bond’s effect was actually minor when compared to the impressive reservoir of devotion and conviction floating in her soul.

Erik and his beloved fairy were floating next to each other in a mindscape as they experienced Nora’s memories together, and Elora smirked at this revelation. "I suppose the proselytiser part of her latched on to you, rather than us," she remarked wryly.

Erik remained silent and frowned. For the first time, he could see the abyss that was a proselytiser’s devotion to the person or thing they chose, and it made him feel a kind of connection to, and responsibility for, Nora that he hadn’t felt before.

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They watched as Nora soon concluded that it didn’t matter if she’d done anything wrong or not, because this was her master’s will. This rather insane conclusion, at least, to the average man or woman, appeared completely rational to Nora. Her god had decided to test her devotion, and she’d succeed, no matter what.

It was then that her blank state began. They saw her consciousness dive deep into the proselytiser part of her soul and remain there. In Nora’s mind, she’d imagined herself prostrating in front of a divine, unrealistically perfect version of Erik, naked, her eyes closed.

From that moment, she fully disconnected from the sensations of her body and thought of nothing. Her mind truly was empty. For an hour, she did nothing but soak mindlessly in an endless sea of fanatical devotion to the man she’d chosen to be her god.

Watching this, Erik felt the corners of his mouth twitch a little, his appearance wry. "She’s going to be even worse from now on, isn’t she?" he mumbled with part excitement, and part guilt. There were parts of him that loved having someone so fully and completely devoted to him, but he also realised his actions had driven Nora over an edge she would truly never return from.

"Don’t cheapen this with guilt," Elora said with a tone the playful fairy almost never used with him: stern. "Just be worthy of it."

Sighing, Erik straightened his wry expression and nodded.

"Let’s move on to Anne now," Elora said, happy with his answer. "There’s nothing else to see here, and she’s probably the more interesting one."

Waving her hand, their surroundings distorted, and they experienced Anne’s memories instead. As expected, there was quite a lot of turmoil here—most of it underscored by panic.

Anne started with disbelief at Erik’s actions, but her mind was quickly torn away from distracting thoughts when the urge to cum became more and more immediate.

She was already sensitive from having sex with Erik before, and the fluids that still remained within her were acting as an aphrodisiac. Combine with that the fact it was almost impossible for her Runebound body to become sore from a few hours of sex, and it took a mere five minutes before the dildos had her on the edge.

Instantly, she was forced to make a decision... and chose to hold on, for now.

Unlike Nora, she did not have the endless devotion of a proselytiser to replace the loss of her bond with Erik and Elora. She felt confused and conflicted. Was this the life she wanted for herself?

Memories of the last few months swam around her addled mind. She remembered the consuming hatred she felt before Emma helped her, the reluctance in servitude to Erik, the reluctance to falling into the depraved abyss he’d created around himself, the moment she gave in to his sexual advances, and finally, the way she slowly began to lean into her role.

Erik and Elora experienced Anne’s turmoil with curious expressions. They asked themselves the same question as Anne did in this moment of her memories. Why? Why did she lean into it?

There must have been a part of her that liked this situation, otherwise her service wouldn’t have been genuine. Yes, the bond subtly steers the mind towards reverence and obedience, but it needs something to hang on to—subtlety, not force.

As pleasure continued crashing against her resistance, Anne wrecked her brain for answers. Something was preventing her from simply giving in to the pleasure. Some part of her still wanted to serve, even without the bond.

In fact, part of her missed the surety the bond gave her. Ever since her parents’ death, she’d been wrecked with hatred, but also doubt and anxiety. Emma took away the hatred, but servitude to Erik took away the rest.

Suddenly, more memories jumped to the forefront. These were memories of her life before the awakening.

"Oh?" Erik chuckled as he watched them unfold. "Very cute."

In these memories, Anne was a real daddy’s girl. Well behaved, but a little playful. Obedient to her parents, but cute enough that they didn’t give her many restrictions. She loved her parents, and fully trusted them to guide her the right way. Unlike many others her age, Anne never felt a need to rebel against them—she enjoyed the surety and purpose they gave her.

That’s when it struck her. Just as Anne was about to give in and just let herself go, the realisation came. Not only was this why she revelled in her service to Erik, but also why she’d reverted to the more introverted person she used to be.

With her parents gone, she craved the return of the purpose they gave her, and Erik was there to provide—along with some mind-blowing sex. That’s when her determination rose. Finally, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to serve.

"I— I won’t lose that again!" she cried out in her mind. "I— I don’t want to be alone again! I want a purpose beyond revenge! G— Give me purpose, Master! Please, don’t throw me away! I’ll be a good girl! My body, my mind, my soul, they’re all yours!"

Hearing her scream this to herself caused Erik to purse his lips. Unlike with Nora, he felt no guilt, only a renewed sense of responsibility. If Anne wanted purpose, he’d give it to her, and not waste her talents.

Yet, making this decision was only the first step. She still needed to prove she had the conviction, determination, and willpower to follow through. Her decision was made in the first fifteen minutes, but she still had another forty-five to go... and she’d already been on the edge for ten.

A gruelling ordeal began... and Elora noticed something interesting.

"Oh," she muttered curiously, eyes shining with excitement. "Look at that!" she told Erik mysteriously, pointing at a specific point in Anne’s memory.

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