After waiting long enough for the retreating hunter army to actually disappear over the horizon, Erik and his army dispersed again. The remaining reinforcements were redirected, and the gathered men and women were divided into divisions once more to finish scouring the last remaining hunters from their borders.

At the same time, Erik returned to Maghradi. After informing Zahra of what happened, Erik kissed Elora goodbye before she returned to Enkare Nkai through the portal connecting the two cities.

Of course, goodbye didn't really fit. Even if their bond wouldn't allow them to talk over this kind of distance, Elora's connection to Erik's dimension was far less susceptible to distance. Despite being physically further apart than ever before, talking to each other was as easy as parting their lips.

Of course, the obvious benefits didn't diminish their desire to go back to a time when Elora could merge with Erik's body, and they had to stay within a certain distance of each other.

After Elora was gone, Erik returned to the throne room with a sigh. Yet, with every step, he lost some of his wistfulness over the distance between him and Elora, to be replaced by excitement and lust. Visions of his beloved, bondage-and-service-loving second wife, flashed before his eyes.

By the time he reached the throne, he was already fast-walking. Waving his hand, he put the portal back down and left Seraphina behind to guard the entrance again. The latter was a little grumpy over having been dragged halfway across the desert for nothing, but Erik ignored her.

Rather, he rushed over to the thermae with a wide grin. After entering, his eyes immediately flew over to the kneeling, waiting Emma, her head bowed. Since he'd only suppressed his lust after leaving here not long ago, it now came rushing back with a vengeance.

Part of him wanted to drop his pants and immediately jump on Emma to ravish her delicious, naked body wantonly. Knowing Emma would happily let him vent his desires on her body, he took a step forward to do just that… but then stopped himself and scowled.

"Calm down, you idiot," he growled, a little angry at himself. "Regardless of the games you play, she's a wife you love, not some servant. Despite having retreated into her own mind, whatever active part remains has probably been worried."

Having reprimanded himself, he approached more slowly this time. As soon as he came within her suppressed omnisense range, her head snapped up and in his direction. For a moment, Erik raised his eyebrows, wondering if she'd fully let herself come back to consciousness.

Yet, a quick check told him no. Her eyes remained glassy and unfocused, while his bond with her told him her mind was barely active. Still, he also noticed some tension leaving her body at that moment, proving some part of her had been aware of and worried about the confrontation he'd just had.

Smiling softly, he ended up in front of her and crouched down. Gently, he removed the ball gag behind her veil and looked into her blindfolded eyes. "Don't worry, my love," he whispered, before kissing her lips. After parting, he continued, "Everything went according to plan."

Emma didn't really react, but her body relaxed even further, a small smile appearing on her lips.

With that done, however, Erik's sex drive still required soothing. Grinning, he rose back to his feet. "Now, I think it's time to continue where we left off…"

With a snap, his pants disappeared, and cock sprang free. Already rock hard, it slapped against Emma's chin, and she didn't skip a beat. Before Erik could even do or say anything else, his tip had already disappeared between her lips, replacing the gag that now hung around her slender neck.

Her tongue flicked across his glands, her veiled face looking up at him. The sudden assault on Erik's senses elicited a small groan from his lips. Looking down at Emma's seemingly delicate form, her arms strapped behind her back, Erik felt a surge of lust and a desire to dominate.

"I know you like to do the work yourself, but I need something else right now," he grinned hungrily. His large hand grabbed the back of Emma's head, his fingers tangling in her soft white hair. Without further warning, he pulled closer and thrust forward at the same time, instantly burying himself inside her throat.

Emma—who'd long since lost her gag reflex and wasn't even fully conscious right now—barely reacted to his intrusion aside from some soft moans. Yet her throat, lips, and tongue didn't skip a beat in working to please him.

Erik groaned loudly as a shudder travelled through his body. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feeling of her wet, warm, pulsing throat enveloping his cock for a moment. Yet, it wasn't long before he wanted more. With one hand still on the back of her head and the other on his hips, he started using her throat like it was her pussy.

Wet, sloppy sounds filled the thermae as Emma gladly took what he had to give her. Despite preferring to serve him actively, she was just as happy to give him pleasure by simply letting him do as he wished—for as far as she was aware of what was happening, anyway.

Grunting with lust, Erik worked his hips and was surprised by the speed at which his release neared. Perhaps he really needed some release after having to deal with that obnoxious confessor on his palanquin?

Regardless, it wasn't long before he buried himself inside her throat to the hilt and groaned a final time, dumping a heavy load in her stomach.

He stayed like that for a moment longer, luxuriating in his release. Emma didn't move, obediently waiting for Erik to release her as she worked to suck and clean any remnants.

Finally, Erik sighed and pulled himself out of her. Now flaccid, his cleaned cock flopped down, taking some trails of spit with it as Emma panted lightly with parted lips.

Looking down at his handiwork, Erik grinned, still holding the back of her head and turning it up towards him. After another moment, he crouched down once more and released her head. Smiling, he waved his hand to clean her up. "Thank you for indulging me, Emma."

Next, he pushed the ball gag back between her lips and rose to his feet once more. "Come on, little Glimmer. I've had enough of a break, and it's time to get back to my research."