A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Thus, they spend a few hours explaining their plans to Liv, and convincing her to follow them. In the end, Liv had agreed to follow their initial plans, partly because she had agreed to follow Erik's lead, and partly because she couldn't think of a better way to turn all those ghouls back to vampires.

Unfortunately, when it came to their later plans, including their plans for the council, Liv's smile became a little playful. "You know, I promised to follow your lead regarding the Dominion's fate because you beat me in that fight, but if you want me to do it in the future as well, you'll need to convince me again."

"Oh?" Erik asked, with a smile of his own, suspecting what she was going for. "And how would I do that?"

Liv giggled expectantly, her eyes shining with lust, "By coming out on top during our second battle as well, of course. Prove that you deserve to be the man that I follow, by beating me in every aspect, even while you're a second-ranker."

With his suspicions verified, Erik started thinking, 'After she recovers, she'll likely outclass me in strength without my werewolf form, and I doubt she'd agree to fuck me in my beastly form… Fortunately, I won't need it.'

So, he chuckled full of confidence, "Deal. Although," he continued with an amused smirk, "if you truly with to follow me after I win, you'll have to marry me along with your daughter."

"Erik!" Astrid punched his arm with a red face. "Don't you think you should discuss that with me?! I just wanted you to have sex with her!"

Erik pursed is his lips and looked at Astrid, wondering if she listened to her own words.

But before he could respond, Liv giggled, "Don't worry, little angel. I have no intention of marrying him… yet. Maybe when we meet again, after I've joined the Council and assuming you've convinced me to follow you, we can talk about that again."

"Looking forward to it," Erik grinned widely, ignoring the second embarrassed punch he got from Astrid. There wasn't much conviction behind it, however, her eyes already showing some reluctant excitement at the idea. She loved her mother, and if they married the same man, they could be together forever, like sisters.

Thus, the deal was struck, and everyone decided to take some rest. They decided to stay inside the dimension until Liv fully recovered. That way, she wouldn't look weak in front of the Enclave and Dominion.

Incidentally, that gave the Enclave the time to let all their shapeshifters have a turn with Sigurd to get a little payback, hopefully allowing them to face Liv with some restraint. As for the thousand vampires sitting there surrounded by ghouls? They would be fine. They were Runebound, after all, a few nights out in the cold wouldn't kill them.

Besides, some of them deserved far worse.

So, they decided to wait for three days. Naturally, Erik did go out to tell Frostfang about their plans, while making sure that none of the first ranked vampires among the Dominion would turn into ghouls within that time.

Frostfang was happy with the opportunity of giving the Enclave some more quality time with Sigurd, so he didn't make a fuss.

During this time, Liv focused on recovering, while Astrid spend some more quality time with her mother. Erik, on the other hand, spent most of this time with Elora. He took a few moments to teach Alice, and also grew a little closer with Eira, but for the most part, he made good on his promise to spend a few days relaxing with his first wife.

Finally, the three days were over, and Liv had fully recovered. Before they went out to deal with the outside world, however, there was one more thing they decided to do first.

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In Astrid's room, Erik and Liv were facing each other, a few feet apart, both wearing confident grins. Neither of them had a nervous bone in their body.

Next to them, however, stood Astrid, who strangely enough, looked far more nervous than those who would actually 'do battle' today. It was a nervous kind of excitement, however. She had no intention of calling it off. She knew she was weird for enjoying this, at least by modern Earth standards, but she didn't care.

She wanted to see one of them surrender to the other.

"On the count of three?" Erik grinned at the woman across from him. Liv matched his expression and nodded.

After the count, Erik and Liv both threw off their clothes at once, showing off their naked bodies.

While Liv appreciated the powerful muscles clearly outlined on his body, her gaze quickly went down to the thing she cared most about right now. Immediately, her eyes widened, and her grin finally showed some nerves.

In an effort to try and hide those nerves, she whisted appreciatively, and turned to her daughter, "Aren't you the lucky girl, huh?"

Astrid pursed her lips with a hint of embarrassment, "We uh— We haven't had sex yet, Mom… At least not the kind you're thinking off." She palmed her face when she realized the ridiculousness of this situation, and groaned a little, "I wanted to wait until you met him and we got married…" Enjoy new chapters from empire

Liv blinked, before covering her mouth with one her hands and giggling gleefully. "Oh, my precious little angel. You're actually allowing your mother to have the first turn?"

Astrid groaned and rolled her eyes helplessly, "I— I didn't plan this ahead of time, you know? It was a spur of the moment thing…"

Liv smiled a perverse smile, not planning to give her daughter a break on this "Don't worry, my dear. I'll be sure to give him a good test run for you."

Naturally, that only caused Astrid to groan louder. While she had already largely come to terms with her inner pervert, it was a little different to discuss it with her mother.

Meanwhile, Erik covered Liv's body with a predatory and possessive gaze. Liv had a beautiful body, framed by long, flowing strawberry-blond hair. It was a body that gave off a mature aura, but without actually showing the vicissitudes of time.

Her breasts were modest, just like Astrid, but still at least a single cup size larger, and the third-ranked power of her body allowed them to defy gravity with the perkiness of a far younger woman.

The muscles on her stomach and the rest of her body were even more clearly defined than they were on Astrid, and Erik immediately thought of a term he heard once: muscle mommy. 'Literally, and figuratively,' he chuckled to himself. 'Although I obviously won't surrender to her.'