The Hallowspire was silent except for Selene's unsteady breaths, echoing like prayers in a cathedral desecrated by lust.
Lucien stood over her kneeling form, his eyes glowing like twin stars of crimson malice. She was shaking now—not from fear, but from how thoroughly her pride had been devoured.
"Strip," he ordered, voice absolute.
She obeyed without hesitation.
Layer by layer, the once-arrogant scholar removed her robes. Her pale skin glowed under the candlelight, covered in a sheen of sweat and shame. She knelt bare, her thighs slick, her chest rising with each tremor of arousal and humiliation.
Command: Ritual Initiation – Obedience EngravingTools Deployed: Crimson Ink, Soul Needle, Arcane Collar, Binding Circle
With a wave of his hand, Lucien summoned a glowing arcane circle beneath her—etched with runes of submission, obedience, and eternal binding.
"W-what is this?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
"A rewriting," Lucien said simply. "Your body belongs to me. Now your soul will learn the same."
He held a quill—no ordinary pen, but one made from a feather soaked in his blood. He dipped it into glowing red ink, the liquid swirling with demonic script.
She trembled. "No… I—I studied this circle. It's a forbidden pact…"
"And yet here you are," he said, kneeling behind her. He straddled her back, one hand on the back of her neck, the other placing the tip of the quill at the base of her spine.
Her breath caught.
He began to write.
The first stroke sent her body into convulsions. Not from pain—but from pure arousal. The ink melted into her skin, glowing briefly before disappearing, only to pulse deep beneath the surface.
He etched words onto her back.
"Property of Lucien Valeheart."
"Obey. Submit. Serve."
"Lust is your gospel. Pleasure is his gift. Disobedience is pain."
With each line, her eyes glazed further. Her thighs rubbed together helplessly. Her nipples were hard and aching, her slit dripping.
Ink Engraving Progress: 41%Arousal Overload Threshold: SurpassedOrgasm Lock: Active. Climax denied.
Selene whimpered, her voice cracked and pleading. "P-please… let me come…"
Lucien grinned. "You'll come when your last word is sealed."
He finished the sigil on her lower back, the tip of the quill dragging along the curve of her spine until it reached her womb.
"Time for your crest."
She shook her head weakly—but it didn't matter. Her will was long gone.
Lucien placed his palm flat against her navel.
A burning heat surged through her body.
Her back arched violently, her mouth open in a scream as the womb sigil flared to life—a glowing emblem of his ownership permanently etched just above her womb, visible only to those who bore his mark.
She collapsed, twitching, her body humming with denied pleasure.
Final Line Inked: Complete.Trigger Phrase Embedded: "Present Yourself."Obedience Grade: Absolute.
Lucien stepped back.
"Present yourself," he said casually.
Selene's body responded before her mind could catch up. She got onto all fours, arched her back, spread her legs—and moaned like a bitch in heat.
Lucien walked around her slowly, admiring the glow of the ink under candlelight, the trembling obedience in her breath, the complete annihilation of pride.
"You wanted to be worshipped for your mind," he whispered into her ear. "But now you'll be praised for your obedience."
She nodded.
Tears slipped from her eyes—not of sorrow, but overwhelming, all-consuming submission.
[Selene Virell – Status: Collared. Bound. Broken.]Obedience Tattoo: Full IntegrationAssigned Role: Archive Pet | Soul ScribeLoyalty: 100% (Branded)