Chapter 33 - Fun with lightning (18+)

Elora sighed exaggeratedly but still relented as she waved her hand, causing a thin layer of dark green light to cover Emma, "There, neither sound nor movement will affect her sleep now."

She stuck out her tongue cutely, "Spoilsport." Afterwards, she was about to slide Erik inside her when she suddenly thought of something and got an idea.

A wicked grin appeared on her face, and Erik immediately knew she was going to make trouble for someone, possibly him.

Elora flew up and headed for the room's door, where she began to draw a symbol on the floor. As she did so, Erik could feel her accessing his lightning affinity, which she could do in small doses, just enough to draw the occasional lightning sigil. 

He could stop her from doing so, but he started to understand what she wanted and didn't intend to spoil her fun.

It took her about ten minutes to finish, but when she was done, she quickly flew back to Erik with an excited smile and took her seat on top of him, quickly making Erik hard again before she began to slowly slide him inside her, swallowing Erik's stick with her slit.

Erik saw inch by inch disappearing into Elora's sopping wet and tight pussy as her stomach began to bulge, and his dick felt like hands of suede were massaging it on all sides.

Erik groaned while Elora moaned, both lost in the ecstasy of the first penetration of the night, needing a few moments to get used to the feeling again.

When Erik was fully sheathed inside, Elora huffed and puffed, likely caused by the feeling of immense fullness.

While she was adjusting herself to Erik's massive length, the man himself used his right hand to caress the bulge in her stomach with a smirk before he travelled upwards and began to play with her full yet firm breasts.

Elora's ever-present playful smirk was getting challenged as she tried to deal with a combination of her stuffed pussy and Erik going to town on her breasts and nipples, but it took no more than a few moments for her to pull herself together.

She now breathed normally once again, even if she still moaned softly while Erik cupped her breasts. She said, slightly panting, "Last time you did all the work… now let me."

Continuing to grope her breast, Erik grinned, "Far be it from me to argue."

So Elora began to move, slowly at first but faster as time passed, while the couple felt soft pleasure coursing through them. Eventually, she made an off-hand remark that would cause her some trouble. And not for the first time.

Her panting voice came out between pleasure-filled moans despite her continuous display of a confident smile, "You know, this girl is kinda like a chain holding you down. 

Chained may not be my preferred method of having you, but at least it prevents you from doing something stupid like trying to wipe the smile off my face."

While Emma wouldn't wake up from movement or sound anymore, she might still wake up from a change in physical contact, so Erik still preferred not to move from his spot.

Erik grinned; here it comes, the inevitable challenge, "You know I can do that perfectly well from down here, right?"

As Elora's green eyes twinkled in amusement, she answered, "I'd like to see you try. How about a bet? Usual stakes?"

Erik laughed confidently, "When was the last time you even won a bet made during sex?"

They often made bets with each other, always with the same stakes, and while they had both won and lost their fair share, Elora was on a bit of a losing streak when it came to sex bets.

Coincidence, overconfidence, or a purposeful display of lust? Not even Erik knew. Regardless, he enjoyed himself.

Elora moaned loudly as Erik once again bottomed out in her and his dick pressed against her womb, "That's, hngh, besides the point. Deal or not?"

Erik chuckled, "Far be it from me to stop you from playing a losing bet. You're on."

As he said so, he snaked his hand down to Elora's waist and grabbed her waist before he slowly began pumping upwards to meet her downward thrusts.

It was a good thing Elora had used her magic on Emma; otherwise, this would have surely woken her up.

Elora didn't seem impressed, however. She moaned a little louder from a combination of light aching and numbing pleasure as Erik hit her womb but otherwise kept staring at him in defiance, her confident smile still a prominent feature on her face.

But Erik wasn't deterred.

Despite having very little room to work with, Erik managed to continually increase his speed until Elora had a small orgasm, causing her pussy to spasm around Erik's dick, massaging and pressuring it, causing Erik to come close to finishing. 

Still, he managed to just barely hold on.

Unfortunately, despite shortly wavering, Elora's smile was still very much present.

But Erik had expected that, after all, this was just the first attack.

As he continued moving, he introduced the method by which he would make Elora's smile crumble.

He touched one of his lightning runes, and suddenly, Elora yelped as low static began to spread all over Erik's dick, stimulating every single nerve ending in her pussy. 

Meanwhile, he moved his hand from Elora's hip back to her breasts as lightning began to dance on his fingertips as well.

Under Elora's loud, half-pained, half-pleasured moans, Erik groped her breasts and tweaked her nipples as low-level lightning made her head spin and her muscles twitch.

But at this point, his goal was essentially reached as he continued to thrust hard for a long time, even as low electricity ravaged Elora's body, causing her to scream in lust, pleasure, pain, and, eventually, orgasm after orgasm, making her spasm around Erik's dick as he began to lose himself in the pleasure as well.

Her smile was still there, but the confidence was long gone, as all that was left was pleasure without thoughts. 

She wasn't even moving anymore, as her upper body had completely sagged down and now rested on Erik's broad chest, while his right hand was now on her tight ass as he continued to thrust with a lustful grin, despite already having won.

It took another of Elora's orgasms, soaking Erik's lower body and the bed in various fluids, before Erik was ready to blow his load into her womb, which he did with great relish as he groaned loudly and unconsciously pulled Emma closer to him.

Luckily, the exhausted girl slept deeply and didn't wake up.

As Erik emptied himself inside his beloved partner, Elora shook and trembled with a silly expression on her face.

When it was over, they both finally completely relaxed, with Elora lying sprawled over Erik's chest while he just sagged into the bed. With a slurping sound, he pulled himself out of Elora and grinned victoriously at her, "Looks like I won, huh."

Slurring her words a little from her still pleasure-soaked brain, Elora answered, "F- Fuck you. Y- You play unfair."

But she would find no mercy from Erik, "Uh uh. No rules were made. Besides, you know as well as I do that you fully expected to lose this bet. You just wanted me to go all out."

Regaining her grin somewhat, Elora said, "I can neither confirm nor deny that last part. But fine. You win, Master."

That's right, the loser of their bets had to call the other Master or Mommy, depending on who lost, for a week. Sometimes, these bets overlapped, and they both had to call the other by their respective titles, which would have probably confused outsiders about their exact relationship.

But in the end, the title was just that, a title.

The bet didn't involve actually obeying the other, as they were still loving partners with equal say. It was just a way to make things more fun and exciting for them.

And if outsiders did hear them, what did they care? The only people that mattered in the end were the two of them.

Hearing her acknowledge his victory, Erik chuckled and patted her head.

He truly loved this side of Elora, how she didn't care about what they called each other or who overheard them. She didn't care if others would think she was a servant because she simply didn't care about those others.

Even if she had to call him Master for a week, she wasn't bothered because she knew their relationship hadn't changed.

It wasn't that easy for Erik the first time he lost the bet and had to call Elora Mommy for a week, but eventually, he, too, adopted the same cavalier attitude about it as Elora had.

That said, he still preferred winning over losing. Having Elora call him master was always exhilarating, even if he didn't want her to actually be a servant.

Speaking of not caring about other people, now that things had finally quieted down, Erik suddenly heard some muffled sounds from the direction of the door as both Elora and he turned their heads towards it with the same teasing grin.

What they saw was Seraphina, gagged and suspended in the air, held up by chains of lightning that coiled around her sinful, naked body.