The silence in the auction square lasted only a heartbeat. Then voices erupted all around. Some men shouted in outrage, others in awe, and more than a few whispered in hushed tones as if they had just witnessed the birth of something forbidden.
Kael stood tall on the stage, trousers still undone, his seed dripping from the thighs of the wolfkin gladiatrix who knelt panting at his feet. His aura pulsed outward like waves of heat, invisible yet undeniable. Women in the crowd squirmed, thighs pressed together, their breaths shallow. Men clenched their jaws, sweating, hearts pounding with primal fear they couldn't explain.
The wolfkin, still catching her breath, crawled closer and pressed her cheek to his leg. "Master… my body belongs to you. My claws, my fangs, my womb—everything."
Kael stroked her hair absently, his gaze sweeping the crowd. "Good. Then stand by me. Your chains are broken. From now on, you fight only for me."
A ripple of gasps ran through the audience. No one dared challenge him. Not here, not now. But Kael knew whispers would spread. Men in this city lived and breathed slavery. For a stranger to walk in, break their prize, and claim her in public… there would be blood.
He adjusted his trousers and stepped off the stage. Lyria and Selene rushed to him, their eyes wide.
Lyria's voice shook, soft and eager. "Master… your aura… it's overwhelming. I felt it, even from here. My body—" She cut herself off, blushing fiercely, thighs trembling.
Selene, in contrast, glared at him, though her cheeks were red. "Do you enjoy humiliating us like this? In front of an entire crowd, rutting a beastkin like some animal?"
Kael smirked. "I enjoyed reminding this city who truly holds the chains. And as for humiliating you…" He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You love it. Don't you?"
Selene stiffened, her lips parting—but no denial came.
The wolfkin rose, standing proudly now despite her nudity. Her collar lay shattered on the ground, and her golden eyes burned with feral devotion. "I am Nyra," she said, her voice carrying. "From this day forward, I am bound to Kael Draven. My Alpha."
The name spread quickly through the crowd like wildfire. Kael Draven… Kael Draven… The words were whispered, repeated, fearful.
"Alpha," Nyra continued, dropping to one knee before him, "the slave guild will not let this stand. They will send their hounds after you. Let me lead you to their den. Let me tear their throats out for daring to chain me."
Kael chuckled low. "Patience. We'll come to them. But first…" His gaze swept to Lyria and Selene, who stood stiffly at his side, both flushed, both trembling for different reasons.
He could feel it through his aura—their jealousy. Their need.
The system chimed in his head.
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[Carnal Surge Quest Available.]
[Satisfy your bonded partners to stabilize loyalty before engaging the Slave Guild.]
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Kael's grin widened. "We'll pay the guild a visit soon. But right now… you two need a reminder of your place."
Selene stiffened, pride flashing in her amber eyes. "Don't you dare—"
But Kael had already pulled her hood back, exposing her royal face. Gasps rose from those nearby, but he didn't care. He shoved Selene against the nearest wall, lips crashing against hers. She gasped, nails raking his chest, but her body melted into his.
Lyria whimpered softly, clutching her skirts. "Master… don't forget me…"
Kael broke the kiss only to turn, grabbing Lyria's chin and claiming her lips next. The elf moaned shamelessly, pressing her body against him.
The aura pulsed stronger, affecting every woman who could see. Some clutched their lovers desperately, others collapsed to their knees, overwhelmed by need.
Kael pushed both women into the shadows of an alley, ignoring the curious stares that followed. He lifted Lyria's dress and shoved her against the wall. His cock slid into her soaked pussy with one hard thrust. She cried out, arching against him.
"Yes! Yes, Master!" she screamed, her moans echoing.
Selene turned away, face flushed. "Disgusting… so shameless…" But her thighs rubbed together, betraying her.
Kael pulled free from Lyria with a wet sound, spinning and pinning Selene against the wall. "Your turn, Princess."
"I—I won't—ahhh!" Her protest broke into a moan as he forced into her, filling her tight cunt. She clawed at his arms, shuddering with every thrust.
"You belong to me," Kael growled, slamming into her harder.
Selene's eyes rolled back, her pride crumbling. "Yes… damn you… yes! I'm yours…!"
The system rang.
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[Carnal Domination Strengthened.]
[Partners' loyalty stabilized.]
[Carnal Aura Level Increased.]
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Nyra watched, licking her lips, her tail swishing as her new Alpha bred his women. Her own thighs glistened with arousal, her hands sliding between her legs.
Kael switched between them, pounding Lyria until she squirted messily down her thighs, then slamming into Selene until her screams broke into sobs of pleasure. Both collapsed into his arms, dripping and trembling, their eyes glassy with devotion.
He pulled out, cum dripping from both their holes, and zipped his trousers.
"Good girls," he murmured, stroking their hair.
The system chimed once more:
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[Carnal Surge Complete.]
[Lust Energy +500.]
[New Skill Unlocked: Lust Chains.]
[Description: Manifest ethereal chains of desire. Bind enemies or partners. Chains grow stronger the more women you claim.]
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Kael grinned, holding his hand out. Black-and-red chains shimmered into existence, wrapping around his fingers like living serpents.
"Fitting," he said. "This city loves its chains. Let's see how they like mine."
Nyra stepped forward, eyes glowing with savage excitement. "Then it begins. Tonight, the Slave Guild falls."
Kael smirked, his aura flaring once more. "No. Tonight… the City of Chains learns who its true master is."