The cavern pulsed with shadow and moans.
Cultists swayed in their circle, whispering his name as though it were a prayer. At the center, the bound sacrifice writhed on the altar, her cries thick with both terror and ecstasy.
Kael stood with his chains crackling around him, his harem pressed close. The Serpent's presence was thick in the air, pressing at his mind like scales against skin.
And yet he smiled.
"Is this your power?" he spat into the darkness. "Shadows and whispers? You think you can claim me?"
The masked priestess at the altar turned, her robes sliding open to reveal pale flesh painted with serpentine markings. Her mask was carved in silver fangs, but her eyes burned with something deeper—devotion, hunger, madness.
"The Serpent already claims you, Vessel," she hissed. "Every chain you forge, every woman you corrupt… it is His will. You only walk the path laid before you."
Kael's laugh rang through the cavern, sharp and cold. "No. I don't walk paths. I pave them with the bodies of those who think they own me."
His chains lashed out, scattering the chanting cultists like broken dolls. Blood sprayed, screams echoed, and the circle collapsed into chaos.
But Kael's eyes never left the priestess.
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She tried to retreat, her robes flashing as shadows coiled around her like serpents. But Kael's chains were faster. They wrapped her wrists, her throat, her thighs, dragging her from the altar into his grasp.
Her mask cracked against the stone, tumbling away to reveal her face.
She was beautiful. Startlingly so. High cheekbones, lips painted crimson, eyes sharp and defiant. A woman who had given herself utterly to the cult's darkness—yet in Kael's grip, her body trembled.
"You think you can bind me?" she hissed, struggling. "I serve a god older than empires. You cannot corrupt me. I am already His."
Kael pressed her against the altar, his cock hard and throbbing against her stomach. His chains spread her thighs, tearing her robes apart like parchment.
"Then let's see how faithful you really are."
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The priestess gasped as his cock slid against her slit, hot and slick despite her words. She tried to sneer, but the moan escaped her throat unbidden, her hips betraying her as they tilted forward.
"You… can't…" she whispered, her voice breaking. "The Serpent… owns me…"
Kael leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. "No. Tonight, I own you."
He thrust into her hard, burying himself deep. Her cry echoed through the cavern, sharp and broken. The cultists still alive froze, torn between fear and arousal as they watched their priestess moan beneath the very man they'd been summoned to break.
Kael fucked her with savage rhythm, every thrust breaking her prayers, every moan betraying her faith. His chains coiled tighter, forcing her legs apart, binding her wrists above her head.
Her body writhed, her breasts bouncing with every impact, her painted skin smeared as sweat and tears washed the symbols away.
"Say it," Kael growled. "Say who owns you."
Her eyes flickered, defiance warring with desire. Her lips trembled as she gasped, "N-no one… the Serpent… the Serp—"
Kael slammed deeper, his cock hitting her womb, and she screamed.
"M-Master!"
The word tore from her throat like a prayer, and the chains tightened in approval. The system's voice chimed in Kael's skull.
[Cult Priestess Subjugated.]
[New Spy Gained: Serana, Handmaiden of the Serpent.]
[Hidden Effect: Cult influence weakened. Cult secrets unlocked.]
Serana collapsed against the altar, panting, her eyes glazed. But when Kael released her chains, she clung to his chest, her lips trailing up his throat.
"I… I am yours," she whispered hoarsely. "Not His. Yours. Only yours."
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The surviving cultists scattered, fleeing into the tunnels. Kael didn't stop them. Fear was a better weapon than corpses. Let them run, let them whisper of how their priestess had been broken and remade in chains.
Nyra padded forward, licking blood from her claws. "You've made an enemy of a god, Master. But… you've also stolen one of His daughters." Her smirk revealed sharp fangs. "I like it."
Selene's eyes burned with jealousy, but also with something darker. Watching Kael corrupt Serana had lit a fire in her—half hunger, half fear. She turned away, muttering, "She'll betray us."
Kael stroked Serana's hair as she knelt before him, kissing his cock reverently like a new devotee. "No," he said calmly. "She won't. Because betrayal requires will. And I own hers now."
Serana moaned softly at his words, her tongue sliding across his shaft like a worshipper at an altar.
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That night, as they returned to the guildhall, the system whispered again in Kael's mind.
[Branching Path Unlocked.]
[Path of Domination: Corrupt the Cult from Within.]
[New Mission: Through Serana, unravel the Serpent's secrets and turn its daughters into your own priestesses.]
Kael lay back on his bed, Selene curled against one side, Aurelia against the other, Nyra prowling at his feet, and now Serana kneeling obediently on the floor, licking his cum from her lips.
His grin was sharp as a blade.
"The Council wants my head. The Cult wants my soul. But what they don't understand…" He tightened his grip in Serana's hair, forcing her eyes up to his.
"…is that everything they worship, everything they fear, everything they hide—belongs to me now."