The city of Veylorn had changed overnight.
Where once Kael was a whisper, now he was a storm. His victory in the Forum spread like wildfire: the man who had slain Rothgar the Unbroken, the Council's undefeated Champion. Merchants muttered his name with fear, whores moaned it in their beds, and freed slaves shouted it in the streets.
But power came with consequence.
The Council could not strike him openly—not after the crowd's roar of approval—but they seethed in silence. Kael knew it. He could see it in the guards' eyes, in the sudden coldness of the markets.
"They'll come at you sideways now," Selene said grimly as she adjusted her cloak. "Assassins, bribes, whispers in the dark. You humiliated them. They'll want blood."
Kael leaned back in the guildhall chair, Aurelia kneeling at his feet, her lips leaving wet trails on his cock. He stroked her fiery hair, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure but his mind sharp as ever.
"Then I'll bleed them first," he murmured.
Nyra's golden eyes gleamed. "Whose throat first, Master?"
Kael's smile was cold. "Not their throats. Their homes. Their families. Break the men where they are weakest—through the women they prize as untouchable."
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That night, Kael moved through the city like a shadow. Nyra flanked him, her movements silent as a wolf. Selene followed close, blade hidden beneath her cloak.
Their target was Councilor Veynar—the same man who had demanded Kael kneel in the Forum. His wealth came from iron mines and slave contracts. His greed was matched only by his arrogance.
His villa rose on the northern slope of the city, marble walls gleaming under moonlight. Guards patrolled in pairs, their armor shining, their eyes bored.
But no guard noticed the crimson chains that snaked through the shadows, choking them silently one by one until the gates stood unguarded.
Inside, the villa smelled of spice and wine. Silk curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the halls echoed with the soft laughter of women.
Kael's aura pulsed as he walked deeper. The servants shivered without knowing why, thighs dampening, breath quickening. Lust was a plague, and Kael was its herald.
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They found her in the garden.
Councilor Veynar's daughter—Elira. Barely twenty summers, with hair like pale gold and eyes like sapphires. She sat beside a fountain, plucking notes from a harp, her silk gown clinging to her curves.
She looked up, startled, as Kael stepped into the moonlight. "Wh—who are you?"
Kael's chains whispered against the stones, coiling lazily at his feet. "The man who owns your father's fear."
Her lips parted in confusion, but before she could scream, Kael's aura swept over her. The harp slipped from her hands, clattering to the ground. Her body trembled as heat flushed her cheeks.
"What… what are you doing to me?" she gasped, her thighs pressing together.
Kael closed the distance, his hand brushing her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Showing you the truth. Your father would sell a thousand slaves for gold. Tonight, I claim something he cannot buy back."
Elira shuddered, her breath shallow. "No… I… I should scream…" But her voice broke into a soft moan as Kael's chains wrapped around her wrists, binding them gently above her head.
Nyra smirked from the shadows. Selene looked away, her cheeks burning, but her eyes flicked back again and again.
Kael pressed his lips to Elira's neck, teeth grazing her skin. She whimpered, her body arching against him despite her words.
"P-please… don't…" she whispered.
Kael's cock pressed against her silk-clad thigh, hard and demanding. "Say it," he growled. "Say you want me."
Tears filled her eyes, but her hips betrayed her, grinding against him. At last, the words spilled from her lips, broken and needy.
"I… I want you."
Chains tore her gown open, silk falling like water, baring her pale breasts to the moonlight. Kael's mouth claimed them hungrily, his cock sliding against her slick folds. She moaned louder, the sound echoing through the garden.
"Good girl," Kael murmured. "Now call me Master."
She sobbed as his cock pushed inside her, stretching her wide. "M-Master!"
Her cries turned to moans, her nails clawing the stone as Kael fucked her against the fountain, water splashing with every thrust. Her innocence shattered, her pride broken, and in its place grew devotion, burning and absolute.
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Far across the city, Councilor Veynar sat in a jeweled hall, drinking spiced wine with his peers. He laughed, not knowing that at that very moment, his daughter was on her knees before Kael, moaning as she swallowed his cum with tears streaming down her cheeks.
The system chimed.
[New Partner Bound: Elira Veynar.]
[Carnal Domination: Noble Bloodline corrupted.]
[Hidden Effect: Influence gained over House Veynar.]
Kael smirked, stroking Elira's hair as she kissed his cock reverently.
"Your father will know soon enough," he murmured. "And when he does, he'll realize the Council is already mine."
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As they left the villa, Nyra licked her lips. "One by one, we'll tear them apart."
Selene's voice was cautious. "Master… every move you make gains you enemies as well as power. The Council won't forgive this. And…" She hesitated, glancing at the shadows between the villa's torches. "I swear I saw someone watching us. A mask. A serpent."
Kael's expression hardened. The cult again. Always watching. Always waiting.
He looked back at the villa, where Elira now knelt in the moonlight, her body marked by his chains, her moans still faint in the night air.
"Let them watch," he growled. "Let them see. The Council. The Cult. This city belongs to me. And I'll break every chain to claim it."