A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

For hours, the two of them danced, partied, and head-banged within the illusory crowd. Elora had managed to make things very realistic, especially since their supernatural senses were suppressed, and it showed on Emily's face.

She was quickly getting lost in the past. Erik had never seen her so happy. She stopped thinking about all the crap she went through since the awakening, and simply enjoyed this time with the man she loved. The pressure corruption had put on her mind for years now had never been so low.

'I've never seen her smile so freely,' Erik thought appreciatively as they moved with the rhythm. He enjoyed seeing her like this.

The party continued for hours, with several others bands making an appearance. During the short intermissions, Emily would talk about her time before the awakening—how she'd sneak out together with Seraphina to go to places just like this one.

"We were only sixteen," she reminisced wryly. "In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea to come here. In fact, I can't help but wonder if Seraphina's true identity had anything to do with the fact we never ended up in trouble." Emily's complicated expression quickly melted into a fond smile, "But it was so much fun…"

Erik could only agree on her point about Seraphina. He'd already noticed a lot of suspect individuals and drugs going around, all pulled form Emily's memory of this place, yet even a young vampire would likely be able to stave off any problems.

'Perhaps she deserves a little more credit than I've been giving her,' Erik chuckled to himself, thinking back to his newest servant.

Eventually, however, the party came to an end, and it was time for the second location he'd prepared.

Slowly, the music died down and the people faded away, until only the two of them were left in a white void.

Emily was panting heavily, a wide grin on her lips. Then she suddenly rushed him, and wrapped her arms around his body. "Thank you… That was really amazing."

"You're welcome," Erik smiled as he softly patted her silky black hair. Meanwhile, he mentally interacted with the illusion sigils, and placed an outfit in the storage space of Emily's collar.

Emily noticed he was doing something and looked up at him curiously. "What are you doing?" she asked.

A mischievous grin spread across Erik's lips. "Well, that party wasn't the only thing Elora pulled from your memories…"

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the surroundings changed again. The atmosphere was dark, and heavy. Soft moans reverberated, cries echoed, as well of something that sound like the snapping of whips.

They were surrounded by luxurious sofas, centred around a stage. Several doors led to private rooms, and specialized equipment was spread around.

This was a BDSM club.

Emily turned around, taking in her surroundings with a confused gaze… but then realization struck. Her eyes widened. "I— I remember this! I ended up by accident once, I— I thought it was a different kind of alternative club…" Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

"Hehe, yeah," Erik chuckled as he recalled the memories Elora showed him. "And you ran straight out the door."

He stepped up to Emily from behind, and wrapped his hand around her collared throat, causing her to shudder and gasp slightly. "But you want to know what I think? I think that one glance you got awakened your interest in the topic, didn't it? You thought you were a dom, but…"

"But you showed me the truth, Master…" Emily finished his sentence in a breathy tone, wheezing slightly as her lips curled into a silly grin. She relished in her submission.

"That's right," he whispered in her ear. His tone carried an authority that made Emily tremble harder. "So, I decided to end our date by exploring this side of you a little more." He tightened the grip on her throat slightly, "Now, you're going to turn around, and put on the outfit I deposited in your storage space."

"Y— Yesss…" she answered, already panting slightly.

Erik released her, but not before activating the collar, creating a leash of energy connected to the ring, and wrapped it around his hand.

Slowly, Emily turned, looked at her master's stern stare, and gulped. Whenever he looked at her like that, she felt both small and safe… Like nothing mattered anymore, except her submission to him.

Without another word, she touched her collar and exchanged the outfit within for her current one.

Or, perhaps outfit was an exaggeration. It was basically a harness of straps that accentuated her curves, but left her essentially naked. That wasn't all, however. A pair of kitty ears now appeared on top of her head, and she held a tail with an attached buttplug in her hands, both matching the colour of her hair.

She only admired her new outfit for a moment, before looking at Erik to see his reaction. When she saw his stern gaze had gone unchanged, she felt strange. On the one hand, she was disappointed, on the other, she now wanted to please him even more… which somehow felt good again.

With a small, slightly nervous smirk, she presented the tail to him, "I— I figured you'd want to put this in… Daddy…"

Erik sorted. Having already fully integrated into the right persona, his hand snapped forward, and pinched one of Emily's already erect nipples. They extended out from her D-cup breasts, ready to cut glass.

"Ah—!" Emily gasped, as a shiver went through her body. Erik used his grip on her tit to pull her closer to him again, and Emily was already beginning to edge closer to an orgasm due to the pain, pleasure, and setting Erik created.

"Don't think too much, my little slave-wife," Erik growled as he snapped the tail from her hands. "I'll do that for you. Now, turn around, get on all fours, and present your ass like a good girl."

With no hesitation, Emily did as he said. In moments, she was kneeling, her head planted on the floor, and her hands behind her back, spreading her asshole for him. "I— Is this good, Master…?" she asked, excitement and lust dripping from her voice.

Erik harshly slapped her ass, but he otherwise kept quiet. Emily groaned as her mind began to reel, wondering if that was a reward or a punishment… and how she could improve in the future. Somewhere inside, she was still surprised by the things Erik made her think and realise… but those thoughts were quickly driven out when something entered her ass.

"Aaaah~!" she moaned and shook as Erik slowly pressed the plug inside her trained hole. Once again, Erik spanked her. "Quiet! You can take this easily, you little slut."

Emily quickly suppressed her moans, even as her eyes began to roll up in her head. Finally, with a plop, the plug settled in a place, and Emily shook wildly, still remaining quiet.

Yet, something surprising happened. She suddenly started feeling a connection to the tail… as if she could use it.

"I'm sure you've noticed," Erik grinned as he explained. "Naturally, this thing comes from Söl, and it uses sigils and runes to connect to your nervous system."

Emily barely listened as she was getting used to this strange new feeling… but Erik didn't give her much time. Standing up, he pulled her leash. "Now come on, my little kitty-slave-wife. Let's enjoy ourselves."