The headquarters of the Slave Guild was a fortress of greed. Built from black stone and draped in crimson banners, it loomed at the heart of Veylorn like a temple to corruption. Golden lamps burned at the gates, and men with whips and swords patrolled the perimeter, sneering at anyone who walked too close.
Kael approached with Nyra at his side, Lyria and Selene close behind. His aura pulsed steadily, like the heartbeat of a predator. Even before they reached the doors, guards began to shift uneasily.
One stepped forward, snarling. "Stop there. No outsiders allowed."
Nyra bared her fangs, growling low. "Watch your tongue. This man is my Alpha."
The guard sneered back. "Your Alpha? He looks like a vagrant with two whores clinging to him."
The words hadn't even left his mouth before chains of shimmering crimson erupted from Kael's hand. They lashed through the air and wrapped around the guard's throat, yanking him to his knees with a choking gasp.
Kael leaned close, his voice quiet but cutting. "Say it again."
The guard clawed at the lust-chains, eyes bulging. His body twitched as the chains pulsed with Kael's aura. A strangled moan escaped his lips, his manhood swelling against his armor in humiliating arousal.
Kael released him, and the guard collapsed, gasping, face red with shame. None of the others dared to move.
"Good," Kael said coldly. "Open the doors."
The gates creaked open.
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Inside, the Slave Guild was no less decadent. Velvet curtains, chandeliers dripping with jewels, and cages filled with half-naked women lined the halls. Some were drugged, their eyes glazed. Others wept silently, chains binding their wrists.
Selene's jaw tightened. "Filth. This entire place should burn."
Kael only smirked. "And it will. But first…"
They entered the grand chamber, where the Guildmaster awaited. A fat man in a robe embroidered with gold, he lounged on a throne of ivory, surrounded by guards and servants. His eyes narrowed at Kael.
"So you're the one causing trouble. The fool who broke my prize in the square." His lips curled into a sneer. "Do you know how much she was worth?"
Nyra snarled, her tail bristling. Kael placed a hand on her shoulder, silencing her.
"I don't care what you think she was worth," Kael said calmly. "She belongs to me now. As does this guild."
The chamber erupted with laughter. Guards pounded their weapons against the floor.
The Guildmaster's belly shook as he leaned forward. "Boy, you've got balls. But this is the City of Chains. Everything here has a price. Even life. Even women." He snapped his fingers.
From behind the throne, a figure stepped forward.
She was tall, poised, with hair the color of fire cascading down her back. Her body was draped in crimson silk that clung to her curves, and a jeweled collar rested at her throat. Her eyes were sharp, cruel, but beautiful—like a dagger hidden in velvet.
"My daughter, Aurelia," the Guildmaster said with pride. "Unclaimed. Pure. Worth more than all the sluts in these cages combined. When you kneel, I'll even let you taste her before I sell her to someone who matters."
Kael's aura surged. Women in the room gasped softly, their thighs trembling. Even Aurelia's lips parted slightly, though she quickly masked it with a smirk.
"You think flashing your bastard aura will make me bow?" she purred, walking closer. "I am not some trembling slave girl. I was raised on power. Men kneel before me, not the other way around."
Kael tilted his head. "Is that so?"
He extended his aura fully. It crashed over the room like a tidal wave. Guards stumbled, some groaning, others clutching themselves as arousal overtook them. The caged women moaned, their chains rattling as they writhed.
And Aurelia—her smirk faltered. Her breath caught, and her nipples hardened visibly through the silk.
She steadied herself, forcing a laugh. "N-not enough. You'll need more than that to break me."
Kael was already in front of her, his hand gripping her throat. He yanked her close, his lips brushing her ear. "No. I'll need only you."
Before she could retort, he kissed her hard. She gasped, struggling, but her body betrayed her—hips pressing against him, silk already damp between her thighs.
The Guildmaster roared. "You dare! That's my daughter!"
Kael ignored him. With one hand, he tore Aurelia's silk dress open, baring her breasts to the room. She moaned, cheeks flushed with both shame and unbearable arousal.
"Stop—ahhh—stop!" she gasped, but her voice broke into a moan as Kael's cock pressed against her slick heat.
Selene and Lyria watched, wide-eyed, their own jealousy and arousal warring inside them. Nyra growled approvingly, her tail wagging, her eyes bright with savage lust.
Kael shoved Aurelia down onto the Guildmaster's throne, forcing her legs apart. Her father's face turned purple with rage, but the guards hesitated—Kael's aura had them trembling, their cocks hard, their wills shattered.
"Please…" Aurelia whimpered, tears in her eyes. "Don't… don't do this…"
Kael thrust into her in one hard motion. Her scream filled the chamber. "Ahhh! No—! I… I—!"
Her words dissolved into moans as he pounded her mercilessly, her body shaking with every thrust. Her nails clawed the throne, her eyes rolling back as climax overtook her again and again.
"Yes," Kael growled, gripping her throat as he fucked her. "Break for me. Submit. Call me Master."
"I—I… ahhh…!" Aurelia sobbed, her pride crumbling. Finally, she screamed, "Master! You're my Master!"
The system chimed.
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[Carnal Domination: Complete.]
[Partner Bound: Aurelia, the Guildmaster's Daughter.]
[Lust Chains empowered by Noble Blood.]
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Kael pulled free, spilling his seed across her stomach. Aurelia collapsed, trembling, eyes glazed with devotion.
The Guildmaster was frozen, his mouth working soundlessly. His daughter knelt before Kael, licking his cock clean in front of him.
Kael turned, his aura flaring like a storm.
"This guild is mine now," he declared. "Your chains belong to me. Every slave, every coin, every drop of power—mine."
The guards fell to their knees. The servants bowed. Even the caged women cried out in worship.
The Guildmaster finally found his voice, trembling with rage and terror. "You… monster… what are you?"
Kael smirked, resting a hand on Aurelia's head as she kissed his thigh eagerly.
"I am Kael Draven. And this city will kneel."