A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

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After Liv and Erik were done admiring each other, and Astrid had momentarily sunk into the background, Erik decided to take the first step.

Literally, in this case.

He closed the distance between the two of them and took Liv into his arms, before planting his lips on hers.

Liv smiled at his initiative, but naturally wouldn't just let him take the lead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back aggressively.

Clearly, neither of them were big on shame, as their was no awkwardness in their kiss at all, despite the strange circumstances. They were both physically attracted to the other, liked each other well enough, and since the only possible obstacle, Astrid, was fine with this, there was simply no reason not to enjoy themselves.

Even if they had a spectator.

Their tongues wrestled wildly with each other, but there was no clear winner. Liv had brute force on her side, but her last partner was Astrid's father, who left ten years ago, so she was out of practice compared to Erik, who had nary a day go by without doing this for the last eight years.

Liv also immediately noticed his taste, and quickly found herself to be intoxicated by it. Her mind fogged up a little, but she quickly stamped down and cleared her mind, now far more cautious of Erik's prowess.

After five minutes of wild kissing and groping, they finally separated, both panting a little; not so much due to a lack of oxygen, but more because of the lust rushing through their bodies.

They kept their arms wrapped around each other as their eyes met in the middle. Erik, full of confidence, Liv, narrowed, and full of skepticism. "It's been a while, but I know saliva isn't supposed to taste like that."

"What can I say?" he grinned. "If you want to satisfy a harem of women, you need some tricks."

Liv snorted and rolled her eyes, "I'll take your word for it." Then she suddenly used her superior physical abilities to push Erik onto Astrid's bed behind him. "Now it's time to tame that monster between your legs!"

Unable to resist her physical strength without going into werewolf form, Erik helplessly dropped onto the bed. Although he wasn't sure if he liked this dynamic, he had to admit that it was a new experience. This was the first time he was having sex with someone physically stronger than him.

Meanwhile, Astrid had dropped herself on a comfortable chair and looked at the two of them with fascination, her hand already between her legs. "That's one point for Mom," she mumbled softly.

Quickly, Liv jumped after Erik and locked his head between her thighs while putting her hands on his legs, keeping them in place. With Erik immobilized, she watched his eight-inch-cock with a fascinated, cocky grin. "Now let's see who can last longer!"

"You're gonna regret making that challenge," Erik smirked confidently, but his voice was muffled. Liv had his head firmly locked between her thighs and in front of her wet and puffy snatch. Clearly, she was excited.

Erik decided to accept his immobilized position for now, and started slowly, by wrapping his arms around her waist, and simply probing her pussy lips softly.

Liv, meanwhile, had a far more aggressive approach. With his cock in front of her face and her hands locking down his legs, she simply stuffed the tip straight into her mouth. Something she quickly regretted when she realized that this, too, had a slightly addictive taste.

For a moment, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt Erik's soft tongue probing her admittedly needy pussy, after she neglected it for ten years. Combined with the heavenly, mind-fogging taste now filling her mouth, her mind became a little hazy for a second.

Suddenly, she regretted being unwilling to have sex with anyone who couldn't fight her equally. At least she'd have been better prepared for this moment.

It didn't affect her for long, however. Even for a third-ranker, her discipline and will where particularly strong. She clamped down on her lust-filled mind, and started pleasuring Erik as best she could.

Erik enjoyed the feeling of her warm mouth around his tip, but it wasn't enough to distract him. It was clear that Liv was out of practice after ten years, and it would take her a few moments to get back into it.

So, after probing her a little, he started driving his tongue deeper into her quickly moistening cave to find her most sensitive spots. His experience and recent practice were quickly winning over Liv's aggressive approach, causing the older woman to start moaning around his cock.

Knowing she was now on the losing end, Liv tried to release Erik's head and lift her hips, but Erik wouldn't let go that easily. She may be more physically powerful, but the difference wasn't that big. Certainly not big enough to resist both his arms with just her hips.

Realizing he wouldn't let go and feeling her sex-starved body quickly respond to his touch, she cursed under her breath.

Feeling Liv's frustration, Erik's lips curled into a smug grin, even as he continued eating her pussy to the best of his abilities. Which were considerable. "Told you were going to regret that," he mumbled, his voice still muffled, but Liv understood the meaning and growled in frustration.

Changing tactics, Liv instead went all in on making Erik cum faster than herself. Focusing her attention on his cock and ignoring the rising pleasure in her body, her muscle memory finally kicked in. She started taking Erik deeper into her powerful throat even as her tongue did it's best to push him closer tot he brink.

Her efforts paid off, as Erik couldn't but grunt a little. As a third-ranker, Liv was perfectly capable of controlling both her gag reflex, and the muscles in her throat, allowing her to expertly massage his cock in a way that Erik was only used to getting from Elora.

Fortunately, that still meant he 'was' used to it.

As they both approached orgasms, Erik was still in the lead. But Liv had a trump card. Suddenly, her throat started heating up.

'Ah, fuck…' Erik groaned inwardly as his cock suddenly felt like it was stuck in a furnace of pleasure. Liv's control was perfect, as the heat she put was just enough to drive Erik wild, without hurting him.

'But two can play that game,' Erik grinned confidently.

Suddenly, icy-white lightning began sparking on the tip of his tongue.